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Civil rights attorney given medal for activism DESIGN BY: MICHELLE PHILLIPS
Black community responds to DPS applicants’ fear of discrimination
Renaissance High School student published an OpEd on racism before experiencing the ‘U’ JACKIE CHARNIGA Daily Staff Reporter
Cydney Gardner-Brown, a recently accepted applicant to the University of Michigan, is having difficulty deciding whether she wants to be a Wolverine. The debate does not center around the
price of admission or housing, nor is she concerned about leaving home for the first time. GardnerBrown is more concerned about her safety as a Black student. In an op-ed published in the RHS Stentor — Renaissance High School’s student news publication — titled “Should I fear attending the University of Michigan?”
Gardner-Brown investigates the emotional cost in adjusting from a predominantly Black high school to a predominantly white campus — a transition she describes as “going off to spaces without guarantee of our safety.” The Stentor is part of Dialogue, a quarterly publication that incorporates student contributions
from several Detroit high schools. It is jointly supported by Crain Communications, a Detroit-based publishing conglomerate, and the Michigan State University School of Journalism. In the article, Gardner-Brown cites recent events including the hacking of Computer Science Prof. See APPLICANT, Page 3A
Acclaimed criminal justice lawyer Bryan Stevenson received the Wallenberg Medal RIYAH BASHA & TIM COHN
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Acclaimed criminal justice attorney Bryan Stevenson received the University of Michigan Wallenberg Medal Tuesday evening at a packed Rackham Auditorium filled with more than 1,000 attendees. Stevenson, the head of the Equal Justice Initiative and author of best-selling memoir “Just Mercy,” delivered a keynote address narrating his experiences in criminal justice reform and urging attendees to craft hopeful narratives. According to John Godfrey, the assistant dean for international education at the Rackham
Graduate School and member of the medal selection committee, the Wallenberg Medal is an annual award given to a person who demonstrates a commitment to human rights. “We look for someone who has upheld the values of Raoul Wallenberg,” Godfrey said. “Someone who is outspoken in the defense of human rights, who has put himself or herself in the front lines for justice protecting those who are oppressed and who have really sought to make a difference in the world.” Previous winners of the Wallenberg Medal include Russian journalist Masha Gessen, an outspoken Putin critic; U.S. Rep. John Lewis (D–Ga.), a civil See MEDAL, Page 3A
Hundreds attend Lambda Chi Alpha Panel talks CSG body reactions fraternity’s vigil in memory of brother supports
of Latino community
The community gathered to celebrate life and accomplishments of Peter Hart
The speakers discussed policy, uncertainties under Trump administration
Lambda Chi Alpha fraternity held a candlelight vigil Tuesday night in honor of their brother, Peter Hart, who took his own life in February before Spring Break. Hundreds gathered on the front lawn of the fraternity to share stories and remember Hart. LSA sophomore Daniel Greene, president of Lambda Chi Alpha and Hart’s social big, spoke to the group gathered on the front lawn in memory of Hart. “Peter Hart will always be loved, will always be missed,” Greene said. “But as his big, as his president, as his friend, most importantly as his brother, I ask that you continue his legacy in challenging yourself to be slightly more honest with the world; to be slightly more open-minded.” LSA sophomore Michael Wysong, a member of the Sigma Kappa fraternity, attended the vigil to show support for other members of Greek life and for his friends who knew Hart personally. “I think it’s affecting us really hard since a lot of … guys deal with depression, so we all just want to let everyone know that you can always talk to someone,” Wysong said. “It’s basically
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“Pa’Delante” is a saying often used in Latino communities, in English translation it’s commonly translated to mean “pick yourself up, dust yourself off, and keep moving forward.” This type of resilience was a prevailing theme among speakers at a panel hosted Tuesday evening discussing immigration, specifically for the Latino community and in relation to recent immigration policies set by President Donald Trump. Nearly 50 students, faculty and community members gathered to hear from five panelists with experiences including working with and assisting immigrants, providing employment with seasonal and migrant workers and studying healthy equity within immigrant communities. Panelist Rudy Flores, co-chair of the Migrant Resource Council of Southeast Michigan, explained that in the past 48 hours in his town of Adrian, there have been three different ICE raids. In which raids, three people were detained. “These are situations that we anticipated but didn’t expect,” See PANEL, Page 3A
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a way just for everyone to realize that there’s always someone next to you.” LSA freshman Anna Fedder met Hart during orientation, and said she has been in shock since hearing of Hart’s passing. “I saw him … two weeks ago, or something like that, just walking around, on my way back from class,” Fedder said.
“It’s tough. I wish I had known more, I guess … but obviously you can’t go back and fix that.” LSA junior Andrew Sharon, a brother at the fraternity, said since Hart’s passing, members of the Lambda Chi Alpha fraternity have been trying to process the tragedy, celebrating Hart’s membership in the fraternity and knowing him.
“Obviously everyone is really upset,” Sharon said. “But more importantly, we’re happy we had Peter around. He was always the most committed. I live at the house and he was always at the house more than I was. He literally just wanted to be in everything — he ran for positions, he was always at every party, every event, every brotherhood event.”
Brothers of the Lambda Chi Alpha fraternity gather for a candlelit vigil in honor of Peter Hart at the Lambda Chi Alpha chapter house on Tuesday.
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Elections as holiday
The resolution hopes to increase student voter outcome in future years RHEA CHEETI
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A resolution to support an academic holiday on Election Day for 2020 and all even-numbered years after that passed during Tuesday night’s Central Student Government meeting with 30 in favor, five opposed and none abstaining. The resolution faced pushback from some representatives, who said the resolution only featured the views of students in CSG and wasn’t reflective of the student body in general. While introducing the resolution, Engineering freshman Mario Galindez, a member of the Engineering Student Government, talked about how voter turnout has historically been much lower in student-populated areas as compared to more residential, nonstudent populations. He also mentioned how long lines, especially in areas like the Michigan Union, were caused by the lack of student and faculty volunteers who could have aided the process. These individuals could have helped, however, if they had the day off. See CSG, Page 3A
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ON THE DAILY: EDIBLE DEBUTS TO A2 On Monday from 1 to 7 a.m., a team of eight students at Edible, an Ann Arbor startup, delivered 1,000 care packages across Ann Arbor. The care packages — containing food products and distributed around residential areas, student housing, local businesses and University of Michigan buildings — were part of a new marketing stunt for the app, which aims to help users find local food that accommodates their dietary restrictions. Edible CEO and co-founder Mike Copley, a University alum, brought the app to market last year with his team, including alum Ish Baid, chief technology officer and co-founder; LSA senior Lucas Ryan, who works with marketing and public relations; and Public Policy junior Elle Shwer, who works with branding and graphic design. Baid wrote in an email
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interview the PR scheme proved various restaurants. Each one has team’s research estimates nearly successful — the app grew by nearly upvotes and downvotes.” one in four University students have 800 users. Baid added the app caters to dietary restrictions. “We’ve been getting incredible a sizable base in Ann Arbor — his - KEVIN BIGLIN growth,” he wrote. “Numbers are still coming in and we don’t have an exact figure, but we estimate over 1,000 users on campus by end of next week.” Copley said in December the app crowdsources the information from its users, who list meals they have purchased, highlight the dietary restrictions that are accommodated at the restaurant and review their overall experience. “It’s almost like Yik Yak the way we set up the HALEY MCLAUGHLIN/Daily Hubble Fellow L. Ilsedore Cleeve accepts the Ralph Baldwin Prize in Astrophysics and Space Science feed,” he said. “So it’s just in West Hall on Tuesday. a list of menu items from
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CAMPUS EVENTS & NOTES International Women’s Day in Lane Hall
Black Bodies, Social Justice, and the Archive
WHAT: Lane Hall will be open and available to anyone seeking a space for rejuvenation, discussion and action in pursuit of gender equity and justice. WHO: Department of Women’s Studies WHEN: 8 a.m. to 5 p.m. WHERE: Lane Hall
WHAT: This open seminar, featuring civil rights lawyer and social justice advocate Bryan Stevenson, will examine how arhival data can illuminate and address modern social justice issues. WHO: School of Information WHEN: 9 a.m. to 5 p.m. WHERE: North Quad, Rm 3100
Revolutionary Longings: The Russian Revolution and the World
Hajja Razia Sharif Sheikh Lecture in Islamic Studies
WHAT: A series of presentations and discussions meant to set the February and October revolutions of 1917 in the broader context of their global impact. WHO: Eisenberg Institute for Historical Studies WHEN: 4 p.m. to 6 p.m. WHERE: Rackham Auditorium
WHAT: This lecture will trace how the desciption of prophets in Islamic literature reflects changing concerns of Muslm societies. WHO: Roberto Tottoli WHEN: 5:30 p.m. to 7 p.m. WHERE: Rackham Graduate School, East Conference Room
Goin’ North: Black Detroit and the Great Migration, 1910-1930 WHAT: This exhibition of photographs and documents will focus on the concerns of migrants, such as housing and jobs. WHO: Department for Afroamerican and African Studies WHEN: 11 a.m. to 5 p.m. WHERE: Haven Hall, Rm G648
Environmental Justice Learning Circles WHAT: Artist and environmental justice activist from southwest Detroit hip-hop collective Raiz Up discusses environmental racism on turtle island. WHO: Antonio Cosume WHEN: 7 p.m. to 8:30 p.m. WHERE: Dana Building, Rm 2024
Legal Observing and Know Your Rights for Community Safety WHAT: A workshop, led by a photographer and activist legal worker, will teach people how to make informed decisions during police encounters. WHO: Shanna Merola WHEN: 2:30 p.m to 4 p.m. WHERE: Institute for the Humanities, Osterman Room
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Spectacular, Spectacular: LargeScale Performance in Contemporary China
With the #NCAATF Indoor Championships coming up this weekend, the U-M women come in ranked No . 21 nationally!
WHAT: A discussion of large-scale performances in contemporary Chinese culture WHO: Confucious Institute WHEN: 12 p.m. to 1 p.m. WHERE: Michigan League, Koessler Room
Central Student Government works to implement emergency meal plans
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Program aims to provide six meals per semester for off campus students of the term. At the Universityof Michigan, all dormatory meal plans are unlimited, though off campus students have to choose how many meals to purchase for the semester. Sabada stated any University students could benefit from the new program, and they could either be referred by Counseling and Psychological Services or University Health Services. They could also walk in and talk to the dean of students to see if the program would work for them. “Essentially a student can go there and for whatever reason they might be food insecure, they can request six meals from dining.” Sabada said. “If they happen to be struggling this month, it’s meant to tide them over and get them through the week, the semester, whenever they need it. The dean of students will then contact dining and add the meals to the student’s
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APPLICANT From Page 1A J. Alex Halderman’s email, from which racist messages were sent to computer science and engineering undergraduate students. The emails sparked protests across campus in the following weeks, with many Black students decrying a pattern of inflammatory racist incidents. “I grew up being taught that the skin I am in is beautiful, and that I am capable of success,” the op-ed reads. “The thought that I will soon be confronted by people espousing the opposite messages terrifies me.” Gardner-Brown recognizes while events of this nature do not reflect the values of the University campus, they are happening there nonetheless. “In short, for them, being Black at a PWI (predominantly white institution) is getting worse,” she wrote. Gardner-Brown said in a phone interview she had initially planned on another topic for her Dialogue piece, but after coming across the emails on Twitter, she changed her mind. “I felt I need to write something about this,” Gardner-Brown said. “I was happy I got it out of my system, but at the same time I was hesitant to show the world, to write something so critical of the University before I even got a chance on campus.” Alone in the Crowd Affirmative action was dissolved at the University in 2006, when Gardner-Brown was still in elementary school. It was then she became aware of the prevalence
MEAL PLAN From Page 2A nationwide have used. Colleges like Michigan State University have also set up food pantries that offer different food distribution methods in an attempt to address the problem, but many have found it difficult to cope with the increasing demand. Regents at the University of California also recently launched a Global Food Initiative with a Food Access and Security Subcommittee, which includes measures such as vouchers for campus dining, expanding food pantry access and improving communication about resources. Students at Columbia University created an app called Swipes that connects people with meal plans to “receivers,” allowing them to use complimentary swipes to let other students into dining halls. Universities such as UW-Madison, New York University, Emory College and others have adopted similar policies. “I sat down with several different student organizations that were working on this and we
PANEL From Page 1A he said. “But it’s here and this is something that we’re dealing with.” Recent raids have also occurred in Ypsilanti and Detroit. Nicole Novak, University of Michigan postdoctoral fellow in the Population Studies Center, explained the similarities between current raids and a 2008 raid that occurred in Postville, Iowa, which was at the time the largest raid to occur in U.S. history. “That immigration raid (was) almost like an ethnic, city-specific or community-specific terrorist attack, because it had a lot of effects that we’re maybe seeing today,” she said. “People were trying to prepare for what might happen next.” For many immigrants currently residing in the United States, the fear of being undocumented or of lacking citizenship status had never been as severe as it is now under the current administration. Because of this, many have taken measures to avoid being publicized by having their benefits canceled or by continuing to live without forms of identification. University alum Maria IbarraFrayre works for the Washtenaw County ID program where she helps serve those who do not
of racial tension at the University, even among students for whom acceptance was a dream come true. When speaking with Black students on campus for her piece, she learned it was a complicated dynamic. “Now don’t get me wrong, they love the campus, they love the educational experience,” GardnerBrown said. “However, when put in terms of the culture in terms of the segregation on campus, I have not met a single Black person or a single person of color who has told me they were able to feel safe all of the time. Their classmates are ignorant of issues that Black people are subject to. They are positive about campus as a whole, but not the racial tension.” Engineering graduate student Aeriel Murphy is a member of Movement of Under-represented Sisters in Engineering and Science. Her high school and undergraduate experiences at the University of Alabama, she said, were very different than those GardnerBrown experienced. “I think that her points are valid, but I just want her to know, if you go to Michigan State it’s still going to be a very similar story,” Murphy said. “Really, no matter where you go there’s going to be this feeling of uncertainty, a feeling of weariness. In Alabama, you didn’t have it in emails, you had it in people screaming at you on your way to the football games.” When selecting a college, she advises, it is important for incoming minority students to do their homework in person. “When students are visiting schools, ask if you can chat with students of color,” she said. “If the school is like, we don’t really have
any, that’s a sign,” she said. “If you go to school, and you have a tour guide, more than likely they won’t be of your race.” Elizabeth James, faculty adviser for the Black Student Union, said as an alum and current employee at the University, she believes the mental health of Black students on campus is a crucial issue. “When I read the article, the first thing that popped in my head was the more things change the more they stay the same,” she said. “No matter where you are in the country you’re going to be combatting some of these issues.” Trelawny Boynton, director of Multi-Ethnic Student Affairs, wrote in an email interview she appreciates when current or prospective students share their concerns about the University as well as their hopes. “The transition to a new community, especially a college community, can be challenging for students,” Boynton wrote. “It can be academic, social and/ or personal, and it will show up differently for each of us.” James echoed these sentiments, and said she related to what Gardner-Brown wrote. “That’s showing she has all the makings of a true academic,” she said. “She is doing the type of critical thinking that shows she has what it takes to make it here.” Numbers Don’t Lie Racial inequalities at the University are well-documented, especially since the #BBUM Twitter campaign garnered national attention in Nov. 2013. In 2015, the ratio of Black to white students across the University measured 1,801 to 24,517, according to the Office of the Registrar.
had this idea of a partnership with dining,” Sabada said. “We looked into some other school programs and this was the result of what we found worked best with the infrastructure we have here.” LSA sophomore Skylar Burkhardt, who currently lives off-campus, acknowledged the lack of food resources on campus and brought up the fact that food insecurity is an issue a lot of students at the University deal with. “I was in a program the other day where there was a simulation about food insecurities in developing countries, and a lot of people were very frustrated with it, and were talking about how they didn’t have to be demonstrated what food insecurity looks like, or what in general not having these privileges looks like because this is something they experience on a day-to-day basis.” Burkhardt said. “There is definitely a lack of cheap, healthy food resources in the downtown Ann Arbor area, so really if you’re living off-campus you have to drive or take a bus to get to these places.” While Burkhardt admired the program and acknowledged it was a step in the right direction,
she also felt it was a short-term solution to a much larger issue. “It doesn’t seem like a very sustainable program, in that it’s not going to be solving their hunger in the future,” she said. “But I think as long as someone is getting the meal — it’s definitely a good cause to be working towards, and I think it’s really cool that they’re eliminating this disadvantage for the time being, but I’m curious to see if any long-term solutions will come up.” Sabada also acknowledged the fact that the program wouldn’t be sustainable for the future, but added it is primarily being used to address immediate student concerns, as well as collects data so new initiatives can be launched in the future. “We realize this program is not a long-term solution — it’s only six meals, and that doesn’t solve food insecurity on campus,” she said. “But we’re hoping to really meet that immediate need for students that are struggling now, helping them through this period and hopefully coming up with a program next semester that is more long-term and able to help students throughout the duration of their college career.”
have access to a form of state identification. Primarily, these services provide IDs to those who are undocumented, do not have a permanent address or do not have birth certificates. Recently, however, the fears of becoming identified have stopped many who would previously have tried to obtain this form of identification. “People both are afraid to not have an identification and are afraid to get the ID because they’re afraid that this will put them in the database,” she said. Panelists also spoke of the Deferred Action for Childhood Arrivals, a two-year renewable permission enacted under President Barack Obama in June 2012 for those who were between the ages of 15 and 31. The permanence of the act remains in question given the Trump administration’s stance on immigration. Panelists highlighted its importance in recent years, specifically when promoting a sense of togetherness with recent waves of immigration. “Part of me wants to believe that the reason (Trump) has not rescinded DACA is because the Trump administration is afraid of people who have DACA,” she said. “It’s been such a huge movement of undocumented youth who have gotten up and really claimed their status in the U.S. and were able to speak out against everything that had been happening with immigration,” Ibarra-Frayre said.
Panelists explained these youth, however, are currently facing even greater fears in regard to their families and the questions as to whether new policies will end up moving them to different locations or separating them from their loved ones. “They’re not sleeping at night, they’re not showing up to school, they’re just deathly afraid that their parents are going to be taken away from them,” Flores said. “The greatest impact is the uncertainty of how this is all going to unfold and the damage path that’s going to be as a result of it.” Panelists concluded by urging audience members to become involved in their communities, to take part in local nonprofits and to network with others passionate about advocacy and awareness. LSA junior Donny Hearn III, who attended the panel, said he has found these types of events to be especially important for students when it comes to engaging in movements they learn about and start to feel strongly about. “Especially in a university it’s important to take what you learn in the classroom and recognize that it’s a real-life issue,” he said. “By reading actual faces and actual people you can connect things you hear on the news and so forth with academia and I think actually make some sort of push to change reality.”
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That disparity — the difference of 4.1 percent against 56.2 — is difficult to conceptualize. In LSA, the largest college at the University with 19,338 students, the ratio was 961 to 11,649 — not even one Black student to every thousand white. Broken down, there were 607 Black female students listed to 6,355 white female students. For men, the ratio decreases to 354 to 5,294 white male students. This fall, the University boasted bolstered enrollment numbers, which in turn affected diversity numbers. The University indicated in a press release it had reviewed and processed 55,500 applications for the current freshman class, a 7-percent increase from the last class’s 51,761. Black enrollment, however, still dropped from 5.1 percent in 2015 to 4.6 percent for the class of 2020. It has been found that simply increasing the number of students who enter the University cannot solve the problem of inequity and can, in fact, create new problems. In 2014, the University overshot the targeted freshman class size of 6,000 by a margin of 505 that overburdened housing and instructional resources. The Board of Regents crafted a plan to curb enrollment, such as reducing early admissions offers, hiring its first associate vice president for enrollment management and increased use of wait-listing. As a result, the number of freshmen entering campus decreased to 6,071 the following year. “I believe that diversifying those primarily white campuses is crucial,” Gardner-Brown said. “That’s a part of the reason why I was so excited. Even the fact that
I’m going to be one of the people that help change the campus. Honestly, people think the civil rights era was so long ago but it really wasn’t.” Outside Ivory Towers James said while recent events at the University were heartbreaking, she believed students responded with resilience. Though she does not believe the recent racially charged events were perpetrated by members of the campus community, she feels they are an unfortunate but necessary method of character building for Black students. “You can’t escape outside,” she said. “It’s going to be there when you leave these ivory towers,” she said. “But when you leave Michigan, you have more in your portfolio that will assist you. It strengthens your spirit and your perspective so that you can say in any workplace in America, ‘I’m enough.’ Because you’ve had to first say it here.” James said her mother, who attended the University during the height of the Jim Crow era, furnished her with advice that continues to be relevant today. Though she experienced more covert racism in the southern institutions she attended previously, James’s mother was met with a different type of discrimination that ultimately prepared her for the larger community. Boynton said her advice for incoming students from minority backgrounds should avail themselves to the support systems at the University, such as a resident adviser in the residence hall, various student organizations and offices like
MESA to support their transition. “We are thrilled that she’s been accepted and look forward to meeting her and the incoming class,” Boynton wrote. Frontline Diversity Work Gardner-Brown, who aims to pursue a global health major while at the University, said though she still has anxieties she is excited to matriculate with the class of 2021. “I don’t think that people should not have opinions,” she said. “I just think that every opinion should be valued and I just don’t think that’s the case on campus and I would like to be part of changing that.” James calls the phenomenon frontline diversity work — closing the space between differing groups increases the potential for progress. She referenced the success of a joint Shabbat dinner between Hillel and the Black Student Union. “I was really proud of them,” she said. “That’s stepping out of your comfort zone, and really taking a look at another culture. We have to find a way to reach out and talk to one another. You can’t do it if everybody in the room is the same — you just can’t.” Murphy said regardless of how much preparation incoming students have when transferring to a predominantly white institution, there will always be culture shock. “The environment of support is going to be completely different,” she said. “As a student, as she goes out into the real world — you’re not going to meet people who look like you. You are going to work in an environment in which people are racist.”
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from working the polls.” Engineering senior A.J. Ashman, co-author of the resolution advocating for the holiday, echoed this statement, adding it was unfair for the administration to force students to make difficult decisions about their civic engagement and education. “Students are residents of Ann Arbor; they have the right to have their voices heard,” he said. “It’s borderline morally unjustifiable to have a system where students have to choose between going to class, getting their education and being
involved in the decision of their country’s state of power.” Rackham Rep. Andy Snow was skeptical of the idea, saying he talked to constituents and they were not very receptive to the idea because a holiday on Election Day would result in the loss of Fall Break, or at least a part of it. “Have you actually asked students specifically if they prefer this to Fall Break?” he said to the body.
— specifically the high rates of incarceration in Black and Latino populations — and pushed for more frank discussions of the United States’s history of racism. “The United States is the most punitive society in the world … we have a criminal justice system that treats you better if you’re rich and guilty than if you’re poor and innocent,” he said. “We have to talk about the fact that we are living in a post-genocide society. I don’t think (the United States) is shameful enough for what we have done wrong.” Stevenson at times connected
the themes of racial and class equality and social justice to the current political climate in the aftermath of the 2016 presidential election. During his talk, he noted the high support for President Donald Trump in his home state of Alabama. “When people say, ‘Make America great again,’ I want to know what decade we’re talking about,” Stevenson said, drawing exuberant applause from the crowd.
“This University has a comprehensive history of civic engagement, but this dedication of citizenship is dependent on how the University prioritizes students’ ability to vote and participate in our democracy,” Galindez said. “As it stands, the University of Michigan discourages students from voting by prioritizing class over civic duty and dis-incentivizing students
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Turning passion into action
t’s almost inarguable that D.C. or at the local district office, today’s political climate the meeting will always end in, is polarizing. But another “So these are our requests.” And polarizing subthe requests are a climate is among powerful tool; they do activists who desire what protests cannot. social change. The requests define a During a classic 2 space within which a.m. conversation the institution can in the Fishbowl, a work, as well as a goal friend and I came to that can be achieved. a conclusion. There Take my Muslim are two prominent community as an styles among those example. For seven IBRAHIM who mobilize years we’ve held communities to annual “Day on the IJAZ effect change: Hill” events, meeting marchers and with more than 1,000 lobbyists. Marchers are the elected officials and their staff types of people who see to clear up misconceptions about the value and efficacy of Islam and advocate for global public demonstrations as the religious tolerance. Each year, most efficient allocation of more than 100 Muslims join their time. Lobbyists derive the D.C. hustle and bustle as a value from working within part of the Ahmadiyya Muslim governmental institutions to Community’s annual “Day on the effect change. Both styles are Hill.” As #MuslimsOnTheHill, we invaluable, but only when they combine lobbying and marching work in tandem. to put passion into action. When the historic and global Women’s March took place on Jan. 21, I watched in awe as streets flooded with inspired and patriotic folks from all backgrounds. The passion in the air was infectious. However, in the days that followed, silence filled the lobbying sphere. I waited to hear any appeals made to government in the form of actionable change and real goals. My inner lobbyist was left hungry while my inner marcher felt full and satisfied. Some argue this was the In 2014, our efforts came point of the Women’s March. to fruition with the launch In a compelling piece for the of the first and only Muslim Independent, Kate Maltby reasons caucus in Congress, the that the demonstration wasn’t Ahmadiyya Muslim Caucus. designed to “change anything — The bipartisan-chaired caucus but that’s not why we’re doing it.” fights violations of religious She cites the cathartic relief of liberties globally. This year, protesting as a main driver of the we were the largest Muslim Women’s March. But wouldn’t it group to meet with elected be great to harness the capacity officials post-immigration for tangible change created as a ban. This means we shared healthy side effect? with our nation’s leaders When marchers nonviolently what the state of Muslim demonstrate and protest, they refugees and Islamophobia tap into a potential to make is like in the United States. headlines, inspire reaction, Sharing personal stories gives spark dialogues and much a personality to a movement, more. These values are almost which in turn begins breaking unique to the act of organizing down identity politics. and, as such, anyone desiring Furthermore, it incentivizes of change must recognize action and accountability. If and appreciate marchers. a representative’s office feels But what marchers lack is an personally connected to a avenue to hold their audience, movement through a physical oftentimes governmental handshake, they’ll care more institutions, accountable. about accomplishing those allThis is where lobbyists come important requests. in. Lobbyists tailor the message As my friend pointed of the march to finite and few out to me during our 2 a.m. requests of their audience. conversation in the Fishbowl, Whether it’s a meeting with we can’t just have lobbyists. a congresswoman or her staffer, In fact, it is essential for and whether it’s in Washington lobbyists to be able to reference
My inner lobbyist was left hungry while my inner marcher felt full and satisfied.
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some form of a movement for the sake of relevance. For the #MuslimsOnTheHill, we referenced the grassroots TrueIslam.com campaign. The viral campaign, which seeks to clearly and concisely establish Islam’s true values, provided our Congressional representatives with two things. First, it showed our congresspeople the level of public interest in our message. After all, who would want to waste their office’s time, and taxpayer money, on unpopular ideas? And second, it gave our representatives a tangible action their office could take to support the movement, like becoming a #MuslimAlly. See that? The marcher’s grassroots campaign paired with the lobbyist’s specific requests harnesses potential for change more effectively than each working individually ever could. Intermittently, lobbyists and marchers work in headlinemaking tandem, as is evident with the influx in passionate town halls across the nation. Citizens are able to cathartically express their feelings while simultaneously holding their representatives accountable. In Ann Arbor, Students4Justice showed our campus how to combine the marcher mentality with the lobbyist mentality when the coalition coupled its sit-in with a thorough list of requests to “President Mark Schlissel, the Administration, and the Central Student Government of the University of Michigan.” Quite formally, the administration issued a thorough response to each point raised by S4J. Whether or not the response was adequate is up for debate. But what’s happening here is an exchange between activists, who want social change, and their administration. So what does this mean for you? Well, it depends. If you haven’t been politically active about issues that affect us all, it’s time to start. If you have been politically active, then consider what else you can do. Lobbyists, look into supporting nonviolent protests. Marchers, think about setting up a meeting at your local representative’s office. If it’s an on-campus issue, consider teaming up with other students and organizations, both lobbyists and marchers of course, to take that crucial first step. Let’s all put our passion into action, and work in tandem with activists to effect positive and tolerant change in our society. Ibrahim Ijaz can be reached at firstname.lastname@example.org.
s we mentioned in our monthly speech Feb. 16 before the Board of Regents, we believe that one “of the greatest dangers facing this campus … is a pervasive culture of apathy, whereby many students unaffected by (racist, white supremacist, Islamophobic and anti-Semitic) attacks do not engage in the critical and unending work that is necessary to advance a more just, fair and inclusive campus, University community and society.” All of us students, regardless of our backgrounds and identities, must care deeply about diversity, equity and inclusion-related work. We must embrace the notion of allyhood and embody its values through sustained action and activism, especially against the backdrop of the difficult year with which our campus and community have dealt. Now, why is this the case? One, everyone deserves the chance to thrive and find a home — to feel safe and secure, respected and valued — on our campus. Two, diversity, equity and inclusion benefit all of us: Countless studies have shown us that progress and innovation are catalyzed when people with different lived and learned experiences, viewpoints and backgrounds come together to learn with and from each other. For these reasons, over the past year, Central Student Government has put diversity, equity and inclusion at the forefront of our work. It guides our every decision and inspires each initiative and program that we launch — both inside and outside of the organization. Let’s start by acknowledging that CSG has much more work to do in the area of diversity, equity and inclusion; the Demographic Report that we commissioned back in September highlighted the homogeneity of our organization. This is unacceptable for any organization, but especially one whose purpose is to represent every University of Michigan student. We believe that part of this issue can be addressed by improving our Governing Documents, which currently outline how CSG Assembly seats are apportioned. To enhance these documents, and to strengthen the organization’s internal diversity, we convened
a Constitutional Convention. The convention has proposed amendments, to be voted on by the student body in the upcoming March elections, that will create specialized seats for first-year, transfer and international students, which we believe will help to diversify CSG. We must also recognize that the best way to enhance CSG’s diversity is to expand the pool of people who get involved in the organization as candidates for the Assembly or members of a commission. Last month, for instance, we hosted a pre-election information meeting, with the goal of providing the opportunity for more students without any prior student government experience to become engaged in the election process. The meeting was a success, bringing together students from across the University with different histories of organizational involvement and leadership. We are also proud to have executed our campaign promise of ensuring that members of the CSG Executive Team and Assembly undergo intergroup relations training. The foundation of this training is to build an understanding of how one’s social identities impact interpersonal relationships. It is likewise essential in fostering a more inclusive environment within CSG — an absolute necessity, as we continuously work with students of many different lived and learned experiences. Our administration has also overseen the re-emergence and growth of the Diversity and Inclusion Commission. This commission has been very effective, promoting a number of different initiatives and programs, including University recognition of Indigenous People’s Day and the establishment of the Student Support & Action Committee. A committee for and by students, the SSAC aims to provide continuous support for students through monthly activities designed to spread positivity throughout campus. Such events might include hosting group dialogues and the flyering of positive messages. In efforts to encourage inclusivity, allyhood and continued support for students, CSG also launched a campuswide campaign in November
called It Starts With Me. The campaign calls on students to stand against all forms of racism and discrimination. This campaign offers a way for students to step up, call in and try to make a difference through their actions. Thus far, students all across campus have participated in this campaign, from the men’s basketball team to the glee club. Our proudest accomplishment in the area of diversity, equity and inclusion is the establishment of the Leadership Engagement Scholarship. This fund, the first of its kind at the University, acts as a “tool of equity” in that it seeks to level the playing field and support the extracurricular pursuits of University students with demonstrated financial need. Since we launched this initiative to the University community in October, with the help of University development, we have raised more than $150,000 for this scholarship. We deeply believe in the potential of this fund to strengthen intraorganizational diversity and better the experiences of many deserving student leaders. Much work remains to be done in the area of diversity, equity and inclusion, both within CSG and at the University. But, we remain hopeful. There are scores of dedicated faculty and staff members, administrators and, of course, students, who have worked tirelessly to elevate our shared community so that it better reflects our very best selves, our highest ideals and certainly the rich diversity of the greater society. Going forward, it will be imperative that students of all backgrounds, identities and types of campus involvement, including future CSG leaders, hold the administration and its Diversity, Equity and Inclusion strategic plan, which aims to “creat[e] a vibrant, diverse and inclusive campus,” to the highest standards. As long as we continue to do this — as long as we challenge the status quo and believe in the promise of tomorrow — we are confident in our ability as students to lead change and drive progress.
David Schafer and Micah Griggs are LSA seniors.
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Women’s health education is a necessity
hen I, a young woman, enrolled in Women’s Studies 220: Perspectives in Women’s Health in the winter semester of my freshman year, I thought I had women’s health figured out. I was curious about my own body. I searched anything I didn’t know and knew how to find the truth about the subject. Unlike many, I knew that people with vaginas don’t pee out of them. However, I hadn’t been in a sex-ed class since I was 12. I was always taught that a woman’s body was just like a man’s with a few alterations and that there were just two anatomical types of bodies in the first place. When I walked into the class, I was so confident in what I thought I knew that I was completely oblivious to the things I didn’t. As it turns out, women’s health is much more than what people think it is — and it’s often misunderstood or dismissed by almost everyone, even by professionals in the medical community. Despite feeling like I already had enough knowledge of the subject going into the class, I had never even heard of an intrauterine device, or an IUD (a pregnancy-preventing device inserted in the uterus), I didn’t know what a pap smear actually entailed and I didn’t know that
doctors are less likely to take the pain of female patients seriously. I had also never fully considered the intersections of race, socioeconomic status and disability as they pertain to women’s health. Having certain identities can mean higher rates of infant mortality for your child; it can even mean not being seen as a woman at all. Women’s bodies are ignored by science, objectified by society and seen as one-size-fits-all. Diseases that disproportionately affect women are not always studied specifically in the context of women’s health. In many public schools, sex education preaches abstinence relentlessly and ignores safe sex practices that can help women protect themselves. The definition of consent, and the realities of sexual assault, are rarely discussed. Composing half the population and having bodies that are entirely their own, women deserve to know the vital information that pertains to their everyday lives. They deserve to know the flaws in the U.S. health care system; they deserve to feel they are receiving the best, most informed care they can get. It’s also vital for men to step up and to use whatever privilege in society they have to be
informed and value women’s health and women’s bodies. No one can assume full knowledge when it comes to women’s health — the field is too wide, and frankly, there’s so much information that not even the experts are fully confident in yet. Health is something that affects the lives of everyone, and because health classes today do not always include everyone (like transgender women), it is so important that we fill in the gaps where we can. Perspectives in Women’s Health was enlightening for me, but it’s ridiculous that I didn’t learn these vital things until my freshman year of college. Teaching women’s health, and teaching it as soon as possible, can answer some of the most important questions young women may have. If you would like to learn more about women’s health, the women’s issues committee of the University of Michigan’s chapter of College Democrats and Students for Choice are hosting the Women’s Health Panel on Thursday, March 9 from 8 to 9 p.m. in the Annenberg Auditorium of the Ford School. Griffin St. Onge is an LSA sophomore and a member of FemDems.
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‘Logan’ transcends genre In latest iteration of Wolverine film series, ‘Logan’ manages to buck expectations, separating itself from other superhero films person, regardless of whether the death is “justified.” This Daily Arts Wrtier is clear from scene one: The life Wolverine has lead, one To label “Logan” — the dominated by death and third in a trilogy of films brutality, has finally taken its centering on Hugh Jackman’s toll on him. He is a broken man (“Les Misérables”) Wolverine holding onto the pain in his — a “superhero movie” is to past and eventually using it to dramatically undervalue it. It hurt himself. surpasses the rest of the genre In his last movie as Logan, in a way that no film since Jackman brings that pain Christopher Nolan’s 2008 to life with his most weary, masterpiece nuanced “The Dark portrayal of “Logan” Knight” has, and the character it possesses a to date. He Rave Cinemas, confidence and is backed-up Goodrich Quality 16 willingness to by a pair of 20th Century Fox break away from equally superb the norms of its supporting contemporaries performances that makes it a refreshingly courtesy of Sir Patrick Stewart unique experience. “Logan” is (“Green Room”) as Professor not just a superhero movie. In X and newcomer Dafne Keen some ways, maybe, but more in the best big screen debut so, it’s a western, a character a child actor has made since piece and a moving study of Jacob Tremblay in “Room.” violence, fatherhood, aging Stewart is heartbreaking as and redemption. he reprises the role of Charles Make no mistake, “Logan” Xavier, also for the final time, is an incredibly, oftentimes playing him as a man who has uncomfortably, violent and seemingly everything right yet intense movie. It has plenty still has had everything taken of the requisite action scenes from him by age. The scenes that dial the blood and gore he shares with Jackman are up to eleven, fully taking some of the most dynamic in advantage of its R-rating. But the movie, and their fatherson relationship has never felt more heartfelt and real. Keen plays Laura, a character destined to break out in the same way “Stranger Thing” ’s Eleven did last year, a girl who will gut a man one minute and serenely ride a mechanical horse the next. It is through Laura that the theme of violence reveals itself once more, as Logan recognizes the young girl heading down a similar path to the one he where a film like “Deadpool” took. Where Jackman’s scenes might use this over-violence with Stewart were focused for laughs, “Logan” is more on the pasts of the two interested with how it affects characters, it is with Keen that its leads, particularly its Jackman finds Logan’s hope titular character. Even in for redemption in his future, its most violent, gruesome and the result is some of the moments, “Logan” makes a most emotionally poignant remarkably mature statement storytelling the X-Men series on how violence can poison a and the genre at large has ever JEREMIAH VANDERHELM
To label “Logan” a “superhero movie” is to dramatically undervalue it
seen. Performances and powerful thematic subtext aside, “Logan” still manages to set itself apart from its genre and series through its style. Its main characters may have superpowers, but the film still feels more like a western than anything else. The score, cinematography
Everything taken into consideration, “Logan” is a triumph and even costume design all recall last year’s “Hell or High Water.” References to God and spirituality that dot the script present a motif that is a definite departure from the rest of the series, and could have felt like too radical a change had they not meshed so well with the western stylings and themes. Everything taken into consideration, “Logan” is a triumph. Its subtle performances, powerful script and unique style all work in service of a deeply human story about superhuman characters desperately searching for atonement and paradise in a world that offers no hope that either exists. Even as the film f lawlessly deconstructs Logan, it is obviously crafted with an enormous amount of love and respect for the character that permeates every frame. Whether it is taken as a superhero movie, an X-Men movie, or a western, “Logan” shines. It is the best any of those genres have to offer, nothing less than a masterpiece.
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In celebration of “The Americans” fifth season premiere, The Michigan Daily’s TV editors found yet another excuse to rave about the series. Fair warning: Spoilers lie ahead. Is “The Americans” timely now? The last time we checked in with our favorite couple, we were safely ensconced in a markedly different political climate, to say the least. Sure, Trump was a thing back then (and I guess he is now, too?), but when season four of “The Americans” premiered, the political landscape at large wasn’t nearly as concerned with The Russian FederationTM as it is at present. It’s fascinating to consider the contemporary relevance of a show that initially — to summarize generously — casually functioned as an exercise in humanization, as a fairly pointed critique of decades of American hostility to that cold country up north. OK, relevance might be too extreme; this is a spy thriller show about KGB operatives posing as an all-American family, after all. But perhaps it’ll change the way we watch it. Normally, it’s the metaphor and character work that hits uncomfortably close to home; now, the foreign policy that once seemed laughably outdated has been showered with a liberal dose of “just kidding.” This renewed context, which has repurposed the show as, on a surface-level, more current than it originally seemed, is more than a little eerie — nonetheless, hopefully it’s a jolt of ratings vigor for a series that is criminally underseen yet massively, maddeningly brilliant. — Nabeel Chollampat, Senior Arts Editor Another kind of love story Let’s talk about love. Apparently, it’s not that simple when you’re an undercover KGB officer living in ’80s America. Who would have thought? In fact, love, or rather the illusion of it, is just an arrangement for Elizabeth and Philip when we first meet them in season one. Their white-picketfence marriage is a spectacle solidified by two children and a travel agency, completing an anything-but-suspicious picture of American suburbia. But, like any good love story, this is just the beginning. The generic, heart-shaped box of Dove chocolates brand of love isn’t what you’ll find in “The Americans.” In fact, by definition, happily ever after is practically impossible. When emotionally (and sexually) manipulating others is part of your job description, those unwritten rules that govern a successful partnership are pretty much obliterated. But that’s exactly why I keep coming back for more of Philip and Elizabeth’s relationship: Its complications are totally unprecedented which, in turn, examine what it really means to know someone at their core. After four seasons, I believe that they really do love each, although what that means for them is (hopefully) different than what it means for most
people. Amidst all the lies, secrets and general twistiness, the duo play on such a dynamic range of emotion, colored in nuances and metaphors, that their love is still somehow relatable. On a tangent, Matthew Rhys and Keri Russell are together in real life, and I’m a little too excited about it. — Danielle Yacobson, TV Beat Editor Subversion of gender roles There’s little else we can do here at The Michigan Daily to evangelize for Keri Russell and Matthew Rhys than to keep telling you how amazing they are at what they do. So, for posterity: They’re amazing at what they do. What is consistently mind-boggling, however, is the ease with which their two characters can play with, subvert, undercut, obliterate any assumptions about presupposed gender roles — especially for a show set in the ’80s. At first glance, there’s an easy categorization to make: Elizabeth is the cold, calculating murderer while Philip is the soft, reluctant father. The problem is, that’s just a bad take. The two principals are so complex and dynamic that pinning them down on either sides of a binary is an exercise in futility. Both are capable of unspeakable cruelty, and both are capable of tender, understated warmth. What binds them is an unwavering loyalty to their family. Elizabeth is not the standard ’80s-era housewife, nor is she that cliched overcorrection of a heartless female killer; Philip is the affable dad with a nagging reluctance to keep committing crimes in the name of the Soviet Union, but he’s also a man who is forced into morally questionable scenarios and, despite his misgivings, carries them to completion. Take, for instance, the unsettling sex scene between Elizabeth and “Clark” in season three. It’s disturbing, challenging, a splash of cold water for anyone who assumes to know how to classify these two protagonists. Philip turns horrifyingly violent, and the scene ends with Elizabeth crying on the bed. We know the sexual history between these two, and we know, specifically, Elizabeth’s own traumatic experiences. And so, Clark asks: “Is this what you want?” — Nabeel Chollampat, Senior Arts Editor Not just another teenager Coming of age — a horribly vague expression flung around far too frequently — is nevertheless what makes teenagedom so universally cinematic. We hear “high school,” and we expect to witness a variety of awkward “firsts” and an inevitable social commentary on what it means to grow up. “The Americans,” however, doesn’t bother so smother teeange Paige Jennings with the typical, melodromatic angst. Even before Paige was let in on the whopper of a family secret, she was no ordinary sneak-out-of-the-house, smokea-joint-behind-the-bleachers kind of kid. A genuine curiosity, instead, is what catalyzed her gut-wrenching discovery of her parents’ true identities, and has continued to challenge the narrative’s explorations of ideology, morality and truth. But curiosity killed the cat,
right? Paige has always stirred the pot in the Jennings household. Remember when she told Elizabeth and Phillip, both sworn atheists discretely attempting to subvert their children to Soviet communism, that she wanted to be baptized in the church? Yeah, that didn’t go over well. But it was the first true depiction of her outstanding grit that continues to surprise and subvert expectations of the community-action driven, doeeyed girl who snooped around the garage when nobody was looking in the first season. Now, on the other side of the façade, Paige’s previously steadfast morality begins to blur: She emotionally manipulates Pastor Tim (who is somehow still alive) to keep the family’s secret and uses her sexuality to wriggle out information from FBI Agent Stan’s son. These tricks of the trade, all-toofamiliar in Elizabeth’s work, are a melancholy reminder of how twisted the whole thing really is. Yet, with a poignant maturity and relentless questioning, Paige also captures a brand of “growing up” that is, well, normal: The inevitable disillusionment children experience when their parents are revealed to be something less than absolutely perfect. — Danielle Yacobson, TV Beat Editor Who’s “good” on “The Americans”? Four seasons in, and I still don’t know if we’re supposed to empathize with Philip and Elizabeth. They’re our protagonists, yes, and we’re intrinsically rooting for them not to die — but are they “good people”? Whatever moral calculus one has to compute to come down on either side, our central couple has, objectively, done some truly messed up shit. Philip’s deeply uncomfortable seduction of a teenager in season three is a squirm-inducing run of ethical complications, for both Philip and the audience; Stan and Nina’s illicit romance was a no-win situation for both of them (one more than the other, I guess); and Elizabeth’s heartbreaking betrayal of Young Hee and her family is horrifying in its perversity. But none are more emotionally wrenching than what was done to our poor, sweet, lovable idiot Martha. It was funny at first, watching a blatantly oblivious woman get strung along to the point of literally getting married to a Philip in a bad wig. But as the vultures’ circles grew smaller and the stakes grew higher, Martha’s predicament became something to cry for instead. We (and Philip) were forced to reckon with the profound and fundamental loneliness a person must feel to endure what she did. We grappled with the continued and consistent devaluation of her person, until everything came to a head and, fittingly, this woman who had nothing else in her life was shipped off to her unknown fate in Cuba. Were we implicit in Philip’s / Clark’s moral bankruptcy? In cheering for their survival, are we culpable for turning a blind eye to the horrible things Elizabeth and Philip are forced to do to ensure it? “The Americans” asks uneasy questions of its viewers, but it’s impossible to look away. — Nabeel Chollampat, Senior Arts Editor
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Lorde’s ‘Green Light’ is symbolic of her prowess lyrics are still the crux of her power. The song refuses to be Senior Arts Editor pinned down, building a mystery deeper that its titular, Gatsby-esque green light. At After a long, dark winter, once, she paints a starkly real Lorde is back. The first sin- portrait of modern womangle off her highly anticipated hood, opening the track with sophomore album, Melodra- the line: “I do my makeup in ma, “Green Light” somebody else’s takes the powercar,” and spins “Green Light” house songwrita beautiful web Lorde ing that solidified of half-finished Lorde’s status as a metaphors, Universal Music modern pop diva bleeding talk into sonically new of great white directions. sharks (her teeth obsession is The quick, pulsing beats are back in full force on this track) familiar to the pop genre, but into lost love and dance f loor foreign to the singer, who came memories. She collages sharp closest to a dance song with scenes into a tangled plot. “Tennis Court.” It seems one Much like “Ribs” or “400 Lux” DJ’s trash is Jack Antonoff’s from Pure Heroine, the song’s treasure. Antonoff, who is melancholy isn’t instantly credited as both a writer and apparent, only showing itself producer, brings a dark dance- on the fifth or sixth listen. pop sound similar to “I Don’t Fortunately, Lorde knows Wanna Live Forever,” his last we’ve already listened (at production credit. Both songs least) 100 times. This is the live in a dreamy, smoke filled moment we’ve all been waiting club. “Green Light,” however, for, all of us who know exactly employs more of the bursting where we were when someone choruses and hand-clapping first showed us “Royals,” dursounds of Antonoff’s “We Are ing its shot to fame in the sumYoung” days. mer of 2013. If “Green Light” Lorde’s moody, mysterious is any indication of what we MADELEINE GAUDIN
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Berenson mulls retirement, leaves future open AVI SHOLKOFF
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Red Berenson sat in his chair and leaned forward. After another practice skating around and offering instructions, Berenson untied his skates and placed his stick on the floor next to him. Even at the age of 77 with 33 years at the helm of the Michigan hockey team, Berenson still skates on the ice nearly every day. Monday, Berenson pondered his future in Ann Arbor, something he said he thinks about constantly. He intended to retire last year, which he planned at the beginning of that season. But with a new athletic director in Warde Manuel, Berenson opted to stay to aid Manuel’s transition. “He didn’t wanna go through hiring a coach — he hadn’t even moved into his house yet,” Berenson said. “And our team played well and I thought they were responding well, so the reasons to stay were those things. “We’ll revisit all this at the end of the year, but I’m trying not to worry about it right now. It’s just a matter of when — whether it’s this year or next year. Physically, the 77-year-old is content. Mentally, though, things are a bit more complicated. Berenson constantly thinks about the consequences of his decision and its implication for the Wolverines of the present and the future. As Michigan begins recruiting with athletes as young as sophomores in high school, the uncertainty of a program’s head coach could impact a recruit’s decision. “There’s always the question of ‘Who’s gonna be the coach when I get there,’ ” Berenson said. “I tell all these kids I probably am not gonna be your coach — and I probably won’t. Kids get down between two different schools and there’s always the question of who’s gonna be the coach at Michigan. … But we’ll re-visit all
of that.” Still, it’s a question that looms ever larger now, especially with the Wolverines facing a tumultuous end of the season. Michigan’s final home series is slated against a difficult 11th-ranked Nittany Lion team that outscored the Wolverines 11-2 in State College. After the Penn State series, Michigan begins play in the Big Ten Tournament, where it would need to win out in order to reach the NCAA Tournament. It is a stark contrast from last season. At this point, the Wolverines dominated conference play and led the nation in scoring. Now, the Wolverines will try to play the role of spoiler, something that motivates Berenson in a season when a postseason bid is unlikely. “It’s gotta be a must win series for Michigan, just to get our game where we think it can be,” Berenson said. “We’ve seen bits and pieces of it, but we haven’t seen enough of it. I don’t think our fans have seen us sweep a team maybe once all year, and obviously the Friday game is the game. That’s the game that gets you going or puts your back up against the wall. “We’re trying to get to Joe Louis Arena with some momentum. … So we gotta get a little more confidence, a little more momentum, and a little more of everything.” Thinking in the big-picture — should this season be his last — Berenson emphasized his desires for his players to succeed in every area of their lives, should a career in hockey not pan out. During his professional career, Berenson took classes in the summer at Michigan and eventually earned his Master’s Degree in Business Administration in 1966. It is a testament to the emphasis Berenson places on education for all his players and the reason he admires all of those who leave Ann Arbor — even the players who end up in other non-hockey
Seniors leave impact AVI SHOLKOFF
Daily Sports Writer
Michigan coach Red Berenson said he thinks about his future regularly.
pursuits. “They all got the same message, and they all know I cared about them,” Berenson said. “I cared about the fact that they went to school and they would have something to fall back on. I’m proud of the guys who went to the NHL, but I’m just as proud of the guys that aren’t. “We get neurosurgeons and lawyers and doctors, you name it. … All kinds of guys who were good players and became really good citizens too.” Nearly 33 years ago, Michigan athletic director Don Canham introduced Berenson, hoping to return the Wolverines to their successful run of the 1950’s. Three decades later, Berenson remains in Ann Arbor with two NCAA championships, which shocks him to this day. “I had no idea I’d be here 33 years,” Berenson said. “You get caught up in the kids and the
recruiting more kids, and pretty soon it’s like a big family and you feel responsible. So I’ve never really looked for a job since I got to Michigan. I’ve had opportunities but I’ve never wanted to leave. So it’s been good, and I hope it’s been good for Michigan.” And while it may be tempting to consider when Berenson will come to an ultimate decision about his future, it’s not his primary concern. This weekend, Berenson will focus on honoring his seniors in their last games at Yost. And next week, the Wolverines will travel to the Joe Louis Arena in hopes of earning a long-shot bid to the NCAA tournament. “We’ll see about the outcome or when this is over,” Berenson said. “Right now, our team doesn’t have a lot to play for except pride and trying to get some momentum for the Big Ten Tournament. That’s our focus right now.”
Jack LaFontaine remembers his most challenging morning of the season. It had been a sleepless night on the plane for the freshman goaltender, as he struggled to get over his performance in the Michigan hockey team’s loss to Dartmouth on Oct. 29. He woke up that Sunday morning to a text message from a player who urged him to move past that experience. The message came from fellow netminder Zach Nagelvoort, who, in his fourth year on the Wolverines, has asserted a more active role for Michigan. “He texted me, ‘Hey come over, let’s get some air, let’s walk, to get your mind off it,’ ” LaFontaine said. “I’ll never forget that, that’s what really stands out to me about the type of person he is. “He’ll share one little thing of wisdom with me and then I’ll go home and I’ll write it down because I want to remember it for tomorrow. Not only that, but how to handle myself off the ice, and how to overcome challenges and adversity.” Heading into the Wolverines’ final home series, emotions seem to run high for LaFontaine and his fellow freshman. The seniors who motivated them and encouraged them for the past months will be departing soon. Nagelvoort certainly isn’t the only senior who makes the effort to guide his young teammates. Seniors from the front three like forward Alex Kile to defensemen Nolan de Jong and Kevin Lohan have helped the newcomers overcome their initial uneasiness in Ann Arbor. For the first few months of the season, freshman Will Lockwood played alongside Kile, his family friend growing up. He credits part of his early season success to starting games with the senior as his linemate. Kile’s duties as a leader extended beyond those on his line. With the assistance of the other forwards,
Kile welcomed the new players into the fold and taught them the “Michigan tradition.” “We like to see ourselves as a family on the ice and off the the ice, and team chemistry is really important,” Lockwood said. “Getting along with everyone is a huge factor in how the games go. They really taught me how to respect my teammates, to be the person you want to be here in Ann Arbor.” Behind the front three, de Jong and Lohan man the blue line and do their part to motivate and offer assistance to the young group of Wolverines defensemen. Freshman Luke Martin explained that the two constantly offer advice and small postpractice reminders from working on improving skate speed to cleaning skates and putting away equipment. Like LaFontaine did from Nagelvoort, Martin learned some specific lessons not easily seen on the ice during games from De Jong — Michigan’s captain — and Lohan, the alternate. “Something I’ve learned from Kevin is take care of your body as much as you can because it’ll pay off in the long run,” Martin said. “(He) is always the last guy in the weight room, whether rolling out and stretching or icing his back down in the cold tub. “Nolan is always in there warming up early, getting ready to go for practice and games. … He’s very calm, nothing seems to really rattle him. He’s never too high on his highs and never too low on his lows.” Saturday night, Michigan will honor its seniors at center ice. The younger Wolverines will reflect on lessons learned at practices, during pre-game skates, in the games and on the bench. Some, like LaFontaine nearly did Tuesday after practice, may see their emotions get the best of them. But most of all, they’ll thank the seniors for their efforts to mentor them over the course of a challenging season.
Wolverines must refocus before Michigan finishes 2-1 during trip possible NCAA Tournament run MARK CALCAGNO Daily Sports Writer
MAGGIE KOLCON Daily Sports Writer
The Michigan women’s basketball team still has a chance to become the best team in program history. Currently, the Wolverines sit at 22 wins — tied for the most ever. But with the NCAA tournament looming around the corner, they have an opportunity to win the elusive 23rd game. While Michigan lost four of its last five matchups, it is still very likely to be selected for the NCAA Tournament. Selection Monday will be on Mar. 13, and the Wolverines will be in line for an at-large bid. With 32 schools gaining automatic entry into the tournament, there are 32 more teams chosen by a committee to compete with, and Michigan’s three weeks in the Associated Press Top 25 rankings may be an essential factor in the selection process. Despite the positive NCAA tournament outlook, the Wolverines’ Big Ten Tournament loss to Michigan State was a crushing blow that illuminated their key weaknesses. In order for
Michigan to accomplish its 23-win goal, it will have to correct some of its shortcomings. The Wolverines had already played the Spartans on Feb. 19, falling, 86-68 — their worst loss aside from a 20-point defeat to No. 9 UCLA on Dec. 11. In the rivals’ Big Ten Tournament rematch last Friday, the Spartans won by just 10 points. “Our kids really bought into the game plan,” said Michigan assistant coach Melanie Moore on WTKA. “And we did an excellent job of guarding (Michigan State guard Tori Jankoska) who, the first time we played them, I think scored 28 points on us. The kids were really locked in and we threw different defenders on them from (junior forward Jillian Dunston) to (senior guard Siera Thompson). But unfortunately, they had some other kids that stepped up and made shots, and it was just hard for us to get back after that.” Even though the Wolverines were able to slow down certain members of the Spartan offense, they could not account for the scoring contributions of eight
Sophomore center Hallie Thome faced foul trouble against the Spartans.
different players. Michigan, meanwhile, had just five players tally points, and just seven of those points didn’t come from the team’s three leading scorers: junior guard Katelynn Flaherty, sophomore center Hallie Thome and freshman guard Kysre Gondrezick. The Wolverines did not display Michigan State’s depth, and relying on their core scorers simply wasn’t enough. Free throws were another deciding factor in the game. The Spartans made 10 more free throws — and 11 more opportunities — than Michigan, which also equaled the game’s margin of victory. “We were trying,” Moore said. “We got people on our hips, and we were trying to be aggressive and attacking. We just weren’t getting the foul. So we were trying then to move the ball, go inside to Hallie. It just wasn’t happening. So we were telling the kids, ‘Crash, crash hard, try to get a second or third opportunity.’ “Unfortunately, we just didn’t go to the line as much as Michigan State, and that was probably the difference when you look at the box score.” Not getting to the foul line is one thing, but the Wolverines also got themselves into foul trouble, which forced some of their talent off the court in crucial parts of the game. “Unfortunately for us, we had almost every starter with two fouls early in the first half,” Moore said. “When Hallie picked up her second early in the second quarter, we had to sit her, and that allowed Michigan State to go on a run.” While the loss was a tough pill for Michigan to swallow, it will have ample time to refocus before the NCAA Tournament. If the Wolverines earn an at-large bid, they will start playing the weekend of Mar. 17. And they certainly haven’t given up. “They’re excited,” Moore said. “They can’t wait to get back in the gym, and they feel like they have unfinished business.”
In just the sixth year of varsity men’s lacrosse at Michigan, it took just seven games for Coach John Paul’s group to eclipse the program’s record for wins in a season. The Wolverines (6-1 overall) got their record-setting sixth victory Saturday at Furman, aided by sophomore midfielder PJ Bogle’s first career hat trick in a 7-5 triumph. “It helps to have a breakout game where I can get the ball out of my stick a lot and have it end up in the back of the net,” Boyle said. “It reinforced that I can trust my teammates to get me the ball inside and that I can trust the offense that (assistant) coach (Conor) Ford has us running. Having a game like that certainly will help me going forward.” Boyle credited Michigan’s first possession — which lasted nearly four minutes — and trust in the offensive game plan with giving him the confidence to pepper the net with 10 shots on the afternoon. The Wolverines’ eighth-leading scorer was the most active player offensively on a day in which the usual suspects didn’t markup the scoring column. Sophomore Tommy Heidt, who won a preseason fourway battle to be the starting goaltender, made seven key saves in the fourth quarter to hold off the Paladins. “He did a big part in bailing us out late in the game today when Furman was in desperation time,” Paul said. “They got some good looks, and he made some pretty spectacular saves. It’s comforting to have a guy back there that isn’t only making the saves he’s supposed to make but also robs the other team throughout the game. That’s what Tommy’s doing.” Added Heidt: “Our defense bared down (in the fourth) and tried to force the opposition to take shots that I like and we like.” Michigan’s defense of a perfect record looked possible against No. 5 Notre Dame on Feb. 26, as the team trailed by just three
goals at halftime. But the Fighting Irish used a 51-24 shot advantage to score nine goals in the second frame and win in lopsided fashion, 16-5. Eighteen turnovers plagued the Wolverines and overwhelmed the defense, as Heidt’s 17 saves — good for the fourth-most all-time by a Wolverine in a single game — weren’t enough to stall an Irish team that dominated possession. The contest demonstrated that, while Michigan players have been able to see the fruits of Ford’s game plan, the offense hasn’t found the necessary cohesion in order to defeat elite teams. “We didn’t have a lot of smart possessions and weren’t running what we wanted to,” Paul said. “We want smarter and better offense and make better choices with the ball.” Though the offense showed signs of diversification with Boyle’s hat trick, senior attacker Ian King continues to hit the back of the net and amass assists. He moved to the top of the program’s all-time points list with a helper to sophomore attacker Brent Noseworthy in the second quarter against Notre Dame. “(King) has been a steady
presence for us when he’s in.” Paul said. “He and Kyle Jackson have really been the first two elite offensive players for us.” Despite enduring a similar shot deficit and lackluster second half against Mercer on Thursday, three consecutive conversions on extra-man opportunity in the second quarter boosted Michigan to a 11-6 victory. Noseworthy earned his fourth hat trick of the season, as King, sophomore midfielder Decker Curran and junior attacker Patrick Tracy each notched two goals. Just a month into the season, Michigan has progressed in replacing the contributions of Major League Lacrosse draft selection Kyle Jackson and three-year starting goalie Gerald Logan, who transferred to Johns Hopkins. “We’re showing a ton of growth,” Paul said. “At the beginning of the year, we established ourselves against the programs that are usually competitive with us and win going away. We played a good Furman team that was well rested and better prepared than us. We’re getting more confident — that’s really the biggest difference.”
Sophomore goaltender Tommy Heidt made key saves late against Furman.
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With Walton’s emergence, Irvin accepts new role Michigan splits series
with No. 5 Minnesota
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It has been an up-and-down month for Zak Irvin. The senior wing went through a rough stretch for the Michigan men’s basketball team at the end of January and into February, starting with the Wolverines’ game at Michigan State on Jan. 29, which began a four-game stretch where he scored just 13 points on 4-for-31 shooting. Irvin improved at home against Wisconsin on Feb. 16, when a banked 3-pointer with the shot clock expiring seemed to jump start his shot, as he put up 18 points on 6-of-12 shooting. Since then, it’s been temperamental for Irvin, culminating in what Michigan coach John Beilein called an “exceptional” performance Sunday night at Nebraska, where he scored 15 points on 6-of-9 shooting. “That game against Nebraska, (Irvin) was as good as (senior guard Derrick Walton Jr.) was,” Beilein said. “Derrick was sensational, but Zak was really good too.” Michigan, though, hasn’t missed a beat. The Wolverines have gone 6-4 since the game in East Lansing. It’s a big difference from earlier in the season, when a poor shooting performance by Irvin usually spelled doom for Michigan, such as the November loss at South Carolina, where Irvin scored just five points on 2-for-13 shooting. A lot of Michigan’s success without a scoring Irvin is due to the emergence of his roommate and best friend, Walton, whose starring role Irvin has enjoyed watching. “Zak really enjoys seeing his roommate do so well,” Beilein said. And with less pressure on himself to score, Irvin has excelled in other areas. The senior wing has become a mainstay on the defensive end of the court, and his help defense on some of the Big Ten’s premier frontcourt players in Wisconsin forward Ethan Happ and Purdue
The Wolverines came back for a 5-3 win Friday, but lost Saturday LANEY BYLER
Daily Sports Editor
Senior wing Zak Irvin has stepped up on the defensive end and on the glass to compensate for his decreased scoring.
forward Caleb Swanigan has boosted Michigan to top-25 RPI wins down the stretch to solidify its NCAA Tournament resume. “Derrick’s playing really well right now,” Irvin said. “But I’m still trying to do as much as I can with the scoring load. I’m trying to affect the team in other areas. “I know how important it is to play well defensively to win games and to be in games, so I really just try to be that anchor on defense, and I know if I do that, everything else will come into play.” It’s an odd transition for Irvin to go from a go-to scorer to the role he is in now. When Irvin came to Michigan four years ago, his role was to be a shooter. Now, his job on the team has changed to more of a
secondary scorer and a mainstay on the boards and the defensive end. “(Irvin) just turned it over and said, ‘I’m going to become a defensive player and forget about (the slump), and I know that if I put less pressure on myself to be the guy, I could be a better performer,” Beilein said. And in turn, as Irvin has defined his role, so has the rest of the team. And it’s made for a better team overall. “(Zak’s playing) a different role on the team, but it’s made our team better right now,” Beilein said. “As Zak was going through a transition of trying to read things better and shoot it better, it forces us to go in other directions while he gains some confidence back, and it’s
“The player and person that he is, he wants to be great”
made our team better.” But through it all — the slump and the role change — Irvin’s confidence hasn’t wavered. Over the last seven games of the season, Irvin averaged 10 shots per game, not a far cry from the 11.75 shots per game he averaged before then. “He’s got a lot of faith in himself,” Beilein said. “He’s really got a good personality of letting things go.” Added Walton: “The player and person that he is, he wants to be great at everything, so when one thing isn’t working, he’s worked so hard on everything. Overall, I don’t think his demeanor has changed. He’s still a confident person.” Now, with Irvin’s collegiate career coming to an end, Michigan is going to need him to be as confident as ever. Except this time, unlike earlier in his career, he will need to be confident in other aspects of his game besides scoring.
With just over three minutes left in the third period, freshman goaltender Hayden Lavigne skated towards Michigan’s bench. Senior forward Alex Kile took his place, jumping onto the ice and heading toward Minnesota’s defensive end to give the Wolverines a man-advantage. It was a last-ditch effort for the Michigan hockey team, as it trailed 3-1 during the final stretch of its second game against No. 5 Minnesota. But despite the last-ditch efforts from the Wolverines, they wouldn’t close the deficit. Instead, the Golden Gophers scored an additional empty-net goal. With the final goal, Michigan (4-12-2-2 Big Ten, 11-18-3 overall) fell to Minnesota on Saturday in the second game of a home series at Yost Ice Arena, 4-1. The Wolverines split the series with the Golden Gophers (13-50, 22-10-2) after recording a win Friday, 5-3. “We didn’t figure our game out quickly enough,” said senior defenseman Nolan De Jong. “Yesterday, we definitely didn’t like our start but we liked the way we came out in the second and third. We ended the game really well tonight, but it was the first 40 minutes that kind of bit us at the end of the day. (Lavigne) did a great job of keeping us in it, keeping it within a couple goals, but I think we just couldn’t figure ourselves out quickly enough.” The beginning of the first period was chopped up into penalties, as five were tallied within a 13-minute span. Despite the early back-andforth play as a result of power plays and penalty kills, neither team was able to capitalize on an opportunity to put itself on the scoreboard. But with 4:35 remaining in the first period, Minnesota forward Rem Pitlick was able to do just that on a Michigan turnover. Forward Tyler Sheehy sent the puck from behind Lavigne’s left to Pitlick, who was waiting in front of the net to finish it off. Sophomore forward Cooper Marody was almost able to tie the score when he sent in a rebound that bounced off Golden Gopher goaltender Eric Schierhorn. But the goal was waived off, as Schierhorn had been down on the ice,
and the Wolverines remained scoreless headed into the second period. “The mentality was, ‘Hey, we need to play better. We’re still in this game, it’s a one-goal game.’ We’re still in the game even though the shots were lopsided,” said Michigan coach Red Berenson. “We knew that we could play better than we were playing, but you just don’t turn a switch on. Our team is trying and they’re playing, but they weren’t playing with enough of an edge, they weren’t playing with enough a bite and we were chasing them around.” Both teams knocked down the number of penalties they were taking in the second period — only recording coincidental minors for roughing with 1:08 left — and in their place, three goals were scored throughout the frame. The first came 11:55 into the period when Gopher forward Tyler Sheehy beat Lavigne on a pass from forward Justin Kloos. An additional goal from forward Leon Bristedt three minutes later pushed the score to 3-0 in favor of Minnesota. The Wolverines finally landed themselves on the scoreboard when junior forward Tony Calderone beat Schierhorn with the assistance of Marody to cut the deficit to 3-1 heading into the third period. Up until that point, Lavigne faced 31 shots, while Schierhorn saw just 17. Almost halfway into the third period, after a Minnesota power play ended, Marody again almost capitalized on a chance to decrease the deficit. Freshman forward Nick Pastujov had just returned to the ice after serving a penalty for having too many men on the ice, and sent the puck to Marody. But Schierhorn was there to stuff the shot, and the score remained at 3-1. And despite the Wolverines’ last-minute efforts, the only other goal that would be scored was an empty-netter at the hands of Sheehy, ending Michigan’s series with Minnesota in a split with the 4-1 loss. “They’re one of the most skilled teams in the country and I don’t know if we respected that as much as we needed to,” Calderone said. “I think we needed to lay bodies early and set the tone, but I think we were a little lackadaisical today off the start and they capitalized.”
“We didn’t figure our game out quickly enough”
“We knew that we could play better than we were playing”
Michigan coach Red Berenson and the Wolverines had an up-and-down series.
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In Excess: My Dad, the Gynecologist BY TESS GARCIA, SENIOR ARTS EDITOR
or the millionth time, he did not deliver me. My dad is a secondgeneration obstetrician and gynecologist, meaning he spends his days delivering babies, talking to women about their problems (whether health-related or not) and making sure their reproductive systems are in check. His father, my abuelo, did the same until he retired just last year. As I’m sure you can imagine, having a father who knows more about periods than I do has more or less shaped the way I grew up. When I was little, all that meant
was snickering alongside my siblings when we overheard Dad on a work call (“What does ‘discharge’ mean?”). In middle school, when I got my period before my friends, it meant that I had more than just my mother to support me — as awkward as it was to ask my dad if he’d seen any pads lying around the house. Now, as a college student, the implications of having a gynecologist father resonate with me more than ever before. Through the simple act of going to work every day, my dad has shown me that sexuality is a key component of human health, one that deserves a far brighter spotlight than the
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one America has given it. Last October, a report from the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention showed that rates of chlamydia, gonorrhea and syphilis in the U.S. are higher than ever before. Meanwhile, our means of prevention are growing ever-more innovative by the day. What, then, is causing the spike in STDs? Nobody talks. It’s the 21st century, and it’s still considered taboo to discuss sexual relations in any way, shape or form, even in the context of health care. According to Planned Parenthood, half of all American teens felt uncomfortable talking to their parents about sex in 2012. Cringey as they may be, those conversations could mean the difference between preventing and contracting lifelong health complications. Not only that, but our current educational system is not equipped to show students why sex must be spoken of. Though higherincome areas may be capable of tackling this issue to some extent both in and out of the classroom, communities of lower socioeconomic status may not have the means to provide their citizens with adequate resources, whether
educational or medical. Consequently, lower-income areas often find STDs, unplanned pregnancies and other dire, yet preventable, issues added to their infinite list of problems to solve. In short, we can’t understand what we don’t shamelessly discuss. Then there’s the ongoing tension surrounding the crimson wave. Girls still get periods, and yet, most still can’t openly reach for a tampon without feeling the eyes of everyone in the room boring into their uteruses (maybe that’s not quite how it happens, but it’s still uncomfortable, all right?). Menstruation is a human function that has existed since the beginning of time — even longer than the “National Treasure” franchise. It is preparation for those who intend to bring life into the world — a reminder of all the wonder of which the female body is capable. Why is the phrase, “She’s probably on her period,” an insult used to degrade anyone who’s in a bad mood? When I’m crying over a real, significant issue, why is the first response of nearly everyone I know to ask me if I’m PMSing? Why is menstruation the longstanding excuse for all of
women’s weaker moments? Nobody talks. I’ve grown up in a household where the body is spoken about openly to some degree, whether I like it or not. Let me clear this up: I don’t talk about boys with my dad, but if I have a question regarding the well-being of my body, I ask. Asking your father about your vagina is not always the most exciting thing to do, but I’ve learned to speak of these matters the way I would a broken leg. Health is health, after all, no matter the part of the body. Sure, it’s strange to think that my dad took care of my high school science teacher, or that he’s probably delivered one of you (Beaumont Royal Oak, anyone?). But he is also the one who showed me what to do if I contract a yeast infection, who encouraged me to discuss birth control. I still get texts from girlfriends at home thanking me for his secret cramp-zapping strategies (two Tylenol Extra Strength, one Aleve). It’s my dad I have to thank for feeling comfortable and safe in my own skin. But no, he won’t be delivering my children.
Wednesday, March 8, 2017 // The Statement
Girl Walks Into: Bar on Braun Court BY JACKIE CHARNIGA, DAILY STAFF REPORTER
ike any good story, my column starts when a girl walks into a bar. However, this one happens to be my bar, a hallowed hall and point of pride. It’s personal, confessing to which drinking establishment to which you tether time and esteem. It reveals something about who you are, or rather, how you want to see yourself. Stories need settings. We can all agree that a lot less would have happened on “Friends” if it weren’t for Central Perk. Some of the most important scenes of “How I Met Your Mother” happened in MacLaren’s Pub. The universe of “Cheers” exists almost entirely inside of the titular bar. Of all the gin joints in the world, I walked into this one. If my senior year of college were shot as a sitcom, you’d find me at the Bar on Braun Court. My first sojourn to Bar was a little more than a year ago. An older friend brought me, as my drinking Obi-Wan Kenobi, and ordered on my behalf my first mixed drink. Before then, whiskey sours were like life rafts in a sea of confusing cocktails and crafty beers. In a postSolo cup world, this bar changed my perspective. This bar brought me the White Russian, a drink to which even today this dude abides. As Carrie Bradshaw is to the Cosmopolitan, I am to the White Russian. The drink, a blend of cream and coffee liqueur, arrives in a rounded
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martini glass as a nectar-thick concoction of a deep mahogany brown. It’s topped with a foam so delicious that after I’ve finished, I scoop it out of the glass with my finger. As the menu boldly describes, it is the best you’ll ever have. Needless to say, this isn’t where you’d go to catch the end of a Wings game. Bar is situated on the second floor of 327 Braun Court, and unlike the cavernous expanse of The Last Word, Bar is a much smaller and cozier space in a way that is familiar, rather than formal. It consists of two rooms — one a row of booths and the other a series of wooden tables — separated by the bar itself, where craft beverages are mixed and shaken like volatile chemistry experiments. When you’re breezing through the old college town, and the kids in the Rick’s line make you feel carbon-dated, come drink here. Rather than having a specific theme, Bar seems to have accumulated decorations over time, like a dorm room expanding beyond the Pulp Fiction poster or a single tapestry. They include, but are not limited to, a framed image of John F. Kennedy, a portrait of The Last Supper and a yawning kitten. Deer heads are mounted in the same room whose own accessories fluctuate with the seasons. Tonight, the doe is wrapped with plenty of scarves, while the buck is rocking beads, a beanie and a forgotten umbrella. My companion is a music buff, and I can’t help but appreciate what’s playing more with
her commentary. A tinkling song comes on that sounds like a jazzier version of the “Twin Peaks” intro, and I’m told it’s a new song by Chicago-based soul singer Jamila Woods. I’m also not trendy enough to recognize the latest head-bobbing album from A Tribe Called Quest, which she points out is an interesting record to spin in what looks like Ted Nugent’s yard sale. There is nothing tying the room together but the faint glow of tabletop candles delivered with the drink menus and the string lights from the patio downstairs. In fact, most of the ambiance in the second room is provided by the wide window on the right-hand side of the bar overlooking the courtyard, where the view of Aut Bar’s neon-lit alley transports you straight to 1980s New York. The Bar on Braun Court is my favorite place in Ann Arbor. The service is attentive, the mood is chill and the drinks are delicious. It’s close to my apartment and my heart. It’s where, though not everyone knows my name, or is always glad I came, they’ve never forgotten my drink order. Over a flickering candle and a White Russian, I’ve discussed work anxiety, boy troubles and personal relationships. It’s where more than a dozen great nights have either begun or ended. Yeah, it’s just a bar. It’s a room where people get drunk. It’s dark, it’s expensive and I’ve never regretted one second within its walls. It’s my bar. But it can be yours, too.
Wednesday, March 8, 2017 // The Statement
Wednesday, March 8, 2017 // The Statement
memories from motor city b y M e r i n M c D i v i t t , Daily Arts Writer
pringfield Street, a short stretch of asphalt on Detroit’s east side, used to have so many elm trees shading the road that Detroiters could barely see the sky as they drove on their way to the freeway. Passersby would stop for gas after work at Cliff’s, or grab a snack for the road at the Bamboo Bar, and I imagine they’d stand there for a minute and watch the husky flecks of sun come down from the west and nearly stop cold over that dense canopy. In the summer, when the leaves got thick and bristly, the trees gave shade to kids biking and rollerskating down the pavement. The street sweepers would trim the branches so they stayed neat, twined together so it seemed like one long arch: a shadowy green tunnel with light at the end. The trees were the first thing Cassandra Compton noticed when her family moved to Springfield from the north side. “I can remember December 1954 like it was yesterday,” she said, recalling all the stories she’s told me. To me, she’s always been Dr. Montgomery, never Mel or Cassandra or even a Compton: a kind recreation director with a Ph.D. in medical anthropology. She became the director of Delray Recreation Center on the southwest side of Detroit the year after I began working there as a high school volunteer. I quickly got to know and love Dr. Montgomery as we worked side by side over the years. She cut her hair short last year, for the first time in a decade, and now it twists around her head like a halo. Dr. Montgomery is one of the smartest people I know, and one of the most caring. Her face is smooth and bright for her 66 years — wrinkle-free, except for a few smile lines around her eyes and mouth, and a line of worry stretched thin across her forehead. While I was volunteering under her, she peppered our conversation with old anecdotes, and brought her childhood home back to life. The city’s present state is all I’ve ever known of it, and I love it as it is. In the five years I worked at the community center, I met enough wonderful people to pull me back there often, for Christmas parties and baptisms and the occasional quinceañera. But Dr. Montgomery’s love is so much stronger and more beautiful. It’s not easy to love a place when you remember the light glinting at the western edge of that green tunnel of trees above 5572 Springfield St., and she tells me you can’t bring yourself to drive by all that emptiness where you played, and learned to read and went on your first date. You can hold it in your hand and squeeze tightly, but it will just fall through like dust. I want to understand, at least a little bit, what it means to love something like that. ******
Detroit, the birthplace of the automotive industry and the heart of the American Arsenal of Democracy, hit a golden age coming off the second World War. Its population hit its all-time peak of 1.85 million in the 1950s, and the Big Three automakers — General Motors, Ford and Chrysler — fueled a growing middle class. However, labor disputes and racial tensions between white and Black workers — followed by energy crises, automation and imports — hurt employment in the region’s largest industry. The city would also suffer from severe racial tensions that came to a head in the summer of 1967 race riots, a product of segregation, unemployment and police brutality. It has been 62 Decembers since Montgomery’s move to the east side. “I am 66 years old,” she said. “Let’s put it that way, and you do the math.” November 1954 had been cold and clear, surprisingly sunny for a gray Detroit winter. But December made up for it with piles of thick wet snow, and while it must have turned instantly to lead-laced gasoline slush on the gray street below, up high in the elm trees it would’ve made a tunnel all the same, lacier and more delicate than the jungly summer canopy. On the days that hovered just above freezing, maybe it looked like a watery spider’s web, one that would splatter you with chilly droplets when you walked underneath. That was their new street, and even with the novelty of the tree tunnel, Cassandra and her older sister, Tywania, were not thrilled when Jimmy Compton Sr. packed up the family that December and moved across town to Springfield Street. Their dad worked for the Detroit Post Office, and he decided it was time for a different zip code. To make things even more difficult, they were the first Black family to move onto the street. They missed their old brownstone, with bedrooms all upstairs; many years later they would recognize an almost identical home in the Huxtable’s apartment in “The Cosby Show,” and remember it fondly. They got used to their new house on Springfield Street, though, and the way she talks about her former neighborhood often makes me wish I had grown up there. Cassandra was 4 then, but already everybody called her Mel. Her middle name is Melody, and the nickname stuck. She used to sing with her brothers and sisters while her mother played the piano. “It rained 40 days, and it rained 40 nights; there wasn’t no land nowhere in sight. God took a raven to bring the news, hoisted his wings and away he flew. To the East! To the West!” Mel’s sister would stand behind her and harmonize, “Didn’t it fall, my Lord, didn’t it rain!”
Mel still sings, in church concerts and on her own, and sometimes to me. Her rich voice fills the room, even if we are in the high-ceilinged gym of the community center. She hums melodies that have stuck in her mind long after her nickname slid off, songs that sweep me up in her nostalgia for a different time. “It seemed like everything we wanted was close by, you know?” Mel said, her voice bright when describing her childhood home. “Big stores — there were still mom and pop stores. We could walk within a mile radius — I could go rollerskating; to a restaurant; I could do Christmas shopping; I could get donuts from the bakery; I could go to the movies; I could go swimming.” These are things she can’t do now because many of these businesses are now shuttered and the old residents now departed. Dr. Montgomery talks about this time and place with such longing. The snow heaps up outside the coffee shop and I can close my eyes and see Springfield in summer: Head east out the front porch, turn right on Shoemaker Street and pass Betty’s Sweet Shop, with model cars (all American, of course) and candy and a chromeplated soda fountain just like in the movies. Round the corner again at Lemay, and there’s Rinaldi’s Supermarket. Frank’s was across the street, and a restaurant with jukeboxes and cheap hamburgers, and those plush stools that kids can swirl around on until they start to feel sick. Turn back for home and there on the corner of Shoemaker and Springfield was a big empty lot with some old billboards. “It was kind of hilly, and you’d play in the ice and the snow, or in the summer we went and would catch grasshoppers — you can’t get me to go in tall grass now,” Dr. Montgomery remembered with a chuckle “I don’t know how I did it back then. I was a kid. I was a tomboy.” ***** Dr. Montgomery isn’t the only one grasping at these old memories. So many of the people who live or work in Detroit today, and those who were raised in the city but moved away — Dr. Montgomery now lives mere miles from me in Washtenaw County — are nostalgically drawn to the glimmer of the old city, the splendor of its ballrooms and mansions and movie palaces. Publishers can’t print enough books with titles such as: “Detroit: An American Autopsy,” “Hidden History of Detroit,” “Once in a Great City,” “Detroit City is the Place to Be,” and “Where Did Our Love Go?” There are more than 1,000 images tagged “Detroit Nostalgia” on Pinterest, entire Tumblr blogs and coffee table books and artists’ careers dedicated to frayed black-and-white photographs. In them, older suburbanites lament their lost childhood homes and recite the litany
of forgotten city landmarks like well-worn rosary beads, like saying them over and again will bring them back to life: Hudson’s Department Store, the streetcar, Vernor’s Soda Fountain. Even Berry Gordy, Motor City’s prodigal son, returned to cash in on this thirst for nostalgia. Two years ago, I took the University of Michigan shuttle to see “Motown: The Musical,” Gordy’s version of the record label’s rise, from Hitsville, U.S.A. to Hollywood. This was the nostalgic narrative, Motown the company as gentle and paternal, Motown the city as idyllic until the riots hit. I lapped it up. Gordy crammed the musical with every classic hit he still held the rights to, and, sitting there in the Fisher Theatre, surrounded by older ladies jamming to every song like it was 1965, I beamed for three hours straight. It was nothing, though, compared to what the Comptons saw at the Motown Revues. Forget plain old nostalgia. If I too had been able to see The Jackson 5 and The Temptations in the same night — as Mel was able to multiple times while growing up — I’d be clawing at the door of the Fox Theatre like it was a time machine, begging to go back. In the 1960s, Motown would toss all its artists into one big show around Christmastime. They would perform maybe four shows a day, one after the other, with a short break in between. Mel would stay for all of them. “We got there in the morning, and they didn’t clear out the Fox and say, ‘Hey, you paid for this time, for another group.’ You could stay. (Their wait brought them) Gladys Knight and the Pips, Stevie Wonder, Marvin Gaye and Tammi,” Mel said, drawing out their names long and slow. “Tammi Terrell was beautiful. Those big pretty eyes, and the way she wore her bangs — they kind of had a little peak right there. Oh, she was beautiful.” Listening to my recording of our conversation, scratchy voices heard above the saxophone music of the coffee shop, something in Dr. Montgomery’s tone struck me. I rewound a few seconds, “Oh, she was beautiful.” ***** Dr. Montgomery’s stories are all tinged with this soft quality of light, these infectious melodies that make me want to believe, to go back. “Sometimes when I’m talking to you, I hear music,” she tells me. “I’d carry a transistor radio about as big as a box of cracker jacks. … I’m walking home listening to Dee Clark singing ‘Raindrops.’ ” That glossy sheen never really wears off Dr. Montgomery’s memories of this time. There are nicks in the varnish, though, and they get bigger as we talk, as each year of Mel’s childhood passes by with a quick step, as the grown-up world creeps in alongside the slow and
tedious decline of her neighborhood. Growing up in the first Black family on a Detroit street was not all jukeboxes and soda fountains. “It was challenging,” she said. “Our neighbors on either side of us were welcoming, but there were neighbors farther down that weren’t so welcoming, and did some things that, you know … weren’t neighborly.” The kids made up other nicknames, too, these ones not particularly fond or funny. “There was another lady, we called her ‘Miss Hellcat-Raiser,’ because she didn’t like Blacks,” Mel remembered. “Neither did her son. I don’t know where we got that name from.” Other neighbors ignored Mel, pretending she didn’t exist and refusing to move their spurting hose from the sidewalk to let her pass by on bicycles and roller skates. The shade of the canopy overhead could protect the Compton kids from the harsh sunlight, but there was little protection against a petty, agitated white neighborhood — a neighborhood whose local high school yearbook was titled “The Aryan” until a year or two before Mel enrolled there. Then there was a neighbor who never had a nickname. “There was this one gentleman that would not want to walk on the same side of the street with us,” Mel said. “And if we did get too close with him, he’d take the collar of his coat and put it up to his face, and he’d turn to the side and spit on the ground.” And there were faceless neighbors too. Ones who came in the night and broke all their garage windows. As bad as things could get on Springfield Street, they were nothing compared to the Compton’s original home: Alabama. Mel was born in Birmingham, and her grandparents lived in an old company town built by the steel industry. Though she grew up in Detroit, the Comptons would visit Alabama when they could to catch up with family. She remembers the view
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out the window seat of the Greyhound bus as it approached the city during the trips throughout her childhood — first, flat farmland, then, heavy industry on the outskirts and the hulking, slightly goofy silhouette of the huge steel Vulcan statue that welcomed them to Birmingham, glowing dark red while the sun set. It wasn’t much of a welcome. Grandma Larcena and Grandpa Mose kept the Compton kids occupied, but as Mel entered her teens, she started to notice things. She would sit on the stoop in her red majorette boots, which got so tattered by her marching that the heels wore off. Just down the way was a bar. “To my right when I looked over my shoulder was ‘Black Only,’ and I looked over my shoulder to the left and it was ‘White Only,’ ” Mel said, referring to the Jim Crow-imposed signs on public spaces in the South. She was a northern kid unfamiliar with this sort of legally codified discrimination, so she stared too long and too hard. “I was looking over there and they stared at me, like ‘What are you doing?’ ” she remembered. “And they were hostile.” By the late 1950s and early ’60s, the memory fades out. “It seems like everything after that is blank,” Dr. Montgomery said. “I don’t know if we took the bus, or were they boycotting at the time? I don’t remember, I don’t remember. I just know when I saw that look on their faces, I can’t remember anything after that.” Soon after, the trips faded too. The Compton’s last visit down to Birmingham was in 1959. After that, some of the buses that went down stopped coming back up. The Freedom Riders took the Greyhound too, from Detroit and other cities in the North. Mr. Compton didn’t want his children sitting next to these well-meaning kids who had no idea what they were getting themselves into. “My dad was fearful of letting us,” Dr. Montgomery said. “It was bittersweet. I felt a little resentful that year after year we couldn’t visit
because of the civil unrest.” One of these buses sits in the Birmingham Civil Rights Institute now — its hull, that is, charred and bare. Sometimes, people would set fire to the Greyhounds as they carried the Freedom Riders, idealistic students on a mission to register Black southerners to vote. Her father didn’t want his children coming back up north the way 14-year-old Emmett Till did — in an open casket. Mel’s mother sang for the True Rock Missionary Baptist Church on the east side; later, the family switched to the Lemay Avenue Baptist Church. Plunk these churches down in Birmingham, and Mel might’ve ended up like Denise McNair. Or Carole Robertson, Addie Mae Collins or Cynthia Wesley. That Birmingham church bombing, the notorious one in 1963, was the third such incident in 11 days in the city. ***** There is a dark side to our nostalgia — the memories that are hazy and gray, the things that Mel didn’t understand well at the time and have since faded, fast. Yearning for the past also means a shared agreement that we will cast out the recollections that don’t fit. Or perhaps agree that the present day is not better, but worse. That what lay at the end of the tunnel was not salvation. The glumness of these memories casts a pall over the warm glow of Springfield Street. Still, Dr. Montgomery and I sail past them, perhaps too easily. Recollections are twisted like balloon animals into what we wish to see in them; words, those nimble acrobats, contort themselves around tricky subjects. Consider a memory Dr. Montgomery shared a little earlier: the thinly veiled racial animus she received from some of her more distant white neighbors. Dr. Montgomery paused for a second, and then she wasn’t Dr. Montgomery anymore. She was Mel. The gleam of Springfield Street, of that shining tunnel of tree canopies, would always win out over the foggy gloom of the bad days. “But the trees,” Mel pivoted. “The street sweepers would come, they’d trim the trees. I mean, it was just this beautiful archway that it looked like.” ***** A Methodist pastor, Woody White, had moved across from the Comptons on Springfield Street and took them to church on East Grand Boulevard every Sunday. He encouraged the kids to do service, and Mel started getting involved in the church group. “That was the most impactful time of my life — in the Methodist Youth Fellowship,” Mel said. “(Reverend White is) a staunch, staunch advocate, to this day, for civil rights.” On June 23, 1963, he took the Compton kids to a civil rights march at Cobo Hall down by the river. Jimmy Sr. was across town representing his union in the march. “I have a picture of my dad holding a picket sign that reads: ‘President Lincoln freed the slaves, but did nothing for the Negroes. Free us!’ ” Mel remembered. “And for a long time, I didn’t know what that meant.” This was no ordinary event. At the time, just a few months before the March on Washington, it was the biggest civil rights demonstration in American history. It drew a crowd of 125,000 people. Mel wore her best dress, and craned her neck to see, and Martin Luther King Jr. walked
up to the podium in Detroit. Organizers called this the Walk to Freedom; later, King would call it “one of the most wonderful things that has happened in America.” And King said this: “I have a dream this afternoon that one day, one day little white children and little Negro children will be able to join hands as brothers and sisters. … And with this faith I will go out and carve a tunnel of hope through the mountain of despair. With this faith, I will go out with you and transform dark yesterdays into bright tomorrows.” Later that summer, King would deliver an abridged version of this speech on the steps of the Lincoln Memorial, overlooking more than 200,000 people on the National Mall. This, of course, would eclipse the Detroit march until it faded into nothing more than a footnote, an unlikely story told by wet-eyed grandparents. That September in Detroit, as schoolchildren prepared to return to class, a bomb detonated by members of the Ku Klux Klan would kill four little girls, blind an 11-year-old in her right eye, and injure 20 others. At the twilight of that decade, King was shot, riots racked Mack Avenue and Woodward as Mel took the bus home from a concert downtown, a war began in Vietnam and classmates lost their lives, those hostile and frightened white neighbors moved away and didn’t come back. The decades passed, and Mel became Dr. Montgomery and moved away. The house on Springfield Street was torn down. I want so badly to believe in just the happy stories — the snow globe city in Mel’s memories. I think that’s what Dr. Montgomery wants, too. She spins her stories around me faster and faster, it dizzies me and I imagine we pick up the globe and shake so hard. And the snow turns to leaded slush and ashes. And we are back in the desert, wandering; wandering. This is all I can give you; it’s all I have. Hold Springfield Street 1963 in your hand and hope it doesn’t slip through like dust. And there is no five years later. No slumped, bloodied reverend, no sun-bleached balcony in Tennessee. No houseburning, fear-raising riots; no broken windows; and no concerts cut short by nearby looting. No for-sale signs or wood-panelled station wagons speeding to the east, to the west. No Devil’s Night, no flames. There is none of this. Instead, Berry Gordy gets King to record some speeches at the label before the big day. He nearly jumps out of his socks when the good reverend instructs Gordy to donate all royalties to the Southern Christian Leadership Conference. King doesn’t want a cent. Gordy never forgets. Instead, Jimmy Compton Sr. gets up early like usual and marches with the postal workers’ union. In a few years, Jimmy will be president of the union, bringing him plenty of trouble and a reputation as a hell-raiser. He will always stand for what is right, and raise the Compton kids to do the same. Jimmy steps down the asphalt in his old work boots and holds his sign aloft, gingerly, like it doesn’t weigh more than an ounce. And Mel wears her Sunday best, and strains to hear the reverend in the echoey hall, and what she does hear, she likes. Afterward they ride back home with Woody and Kim White, and pass under the tunnel of elms, leaves thick and checkered with sunlight in the late afternoon. And maybe on the other side, there is salvation.
Wednesday, March 8, 2017 // The Statement
Personal Statement: 33 1/3 Rotations Per Minute
’m sitting in my dorm room on a Monday night. A red milk crate next to my dresser contains some of my favorite vinyl albums I have ever bought myself, or found in my dad’s record collection. Flipping past albums by David Bowie, The Who and even Kendrick Lamar, my fingers linger on the ragged edge of The Freewheelin’ Bob Dylan. I remember buying it in a record shop in Clawson, Mich. It still feels like it did when I bought it: in shitty condition, but like someone else had cherished it as much as I do now. I slide the album out of its cover and watch the needle slowly descend onto the outer rim. As the first note resonates through the speakers, memories of yesteryear begin to manifest. My eyes slowly close as I lean back on my carpet, ready to remember. *** “Blowin’ in the Wind” I saw myself sitting at some random open mike in some random café in some random city in metro Detroit. The espresso machines, acting as percussion, let off steam while songwriters croon their hearts out to a crowd of 10 or 20. I said I hadn’t planned on performing (even though everyone saw my guitar case next to my seat). The signup sheet, which was once filled to the brim with performers, was empty. The MC pointed at my case and called my name. My dad probably set her up to it. Instinctively, I grabbed my songbook and flipped to the track playing in my ears right now. I must’ve been 11 or 12 years old then. Sliding my guitar strap over my neck and pretending like I knew how to tune by ear, my prepubescent voice squeaked in the microphone. It wasn’t my first open mike and it wouldn’t be my last, but for some reason this one seemed important. “I dedicate this one to my dad,” I began. *** “Girl from the North Country” Despite having nothing to do with Dylan’s lyrics about a former lover, this song transported me to the summer before freshman year of college. I had a ton of friends who went to the local Catholic high school. They’re all still confused as to why I know them. Nonetheless, we spent the entire summer together. In my friend Lucy’s backyard, we would grab blankets, dust off cheap plastic chairs and build the biggest bonfire we could. Sweatshirts were a must given the cool summer breeze. We would practice handstands and fall on faces or on our backs if we were lucky. The orange glow of the fire reflected in my friend Lily’s eyes next to me. We all knew we would be going to different corners of the state,
by Matt Harmon, Daily Staff Reporter
country and even the globe in the upcoming years. We decided to save the tears for later. Instead, we opted for handstands. *** “Masters of War” In my ears, Dylan strikes a menacing chord lamenting about the men behind the wars that “build the big guns.” It reminds me of the first protest I saw during a vacation in Chicago the summer of 2014. Walking through the city with my friend Sean, my mom and her boyfriend at the time, I heard a faint crowd in the distance. Two streets over on Michigan Avenue, I saw thousands of men, women and children holding signs rallying in support of the state of Palestine. I stood in silence for a few minutes, mentally wishing them the best of luck. It was all I could do in the moment. *** “Down the Highway” Every two or three weeks when I was little, my parents and I would make the twoand-a-half-hour drive to Kalamazoo. This was before their divorce. Grandparents and cousins from both sides of the family lived about 10 miles from one another around the city. Sometimes, I would fall asleep on the ride because my mom always said they would “take the shortcut” so we would get to Humma’s quicker. The logistics behind this magical secret route they took never crossed my mind. I would stare out the window and watch the long stretches of pavement in front of us. The trees waved at me as they shook from the breeze. Large highway signs were just colors to me. I felt every bump of the road shake my seat. As I slowly got tired of listening to the highway rumble underneath our car, I decided to let my parents “take the shortcut.” *** “Bob Dylan’s Blues” Bob Dylan’s ramblings and harmonica permeate my train of thought. I can almost feel the cold metal of my old harmonica I had when I was 12. It was in the key of D. It was opening day for the Tigers. Instead of going to the game, my dad and I went to his friend’s tailgate around the corner from Comerica Park. Radios blared live coverage of the season opener all across the parking lot. I had an orange Tigers cap on the ground, my harmonica in my hand and a duct tape wallet that longed for a couple of bucks. Playing the only song I knew, “Love Me Do” by The Beatles, intoxicated baseball fans stumbled past my section of the sidewalk. I watched them saunter down the street, laughing and resting on each other for support. I doubt it was my phenomenal harmonica skills that
convinced the Detroit pub patrons to toss a couple bucks in my hat. My wallet was packed to the brim with singles as the sun set on a beautiful day of baseball. *** “A Hard Rain’s a-Gonna Fall” Immediately, this song forces me back to the day of my great-grandma Nanny’s funeral. I know I was 11 because we have her memorial card on my fridge back home. She had always been my favorite relative to visit. Not just because she would let my cousin Evan and I eat chocolate donut holes for breakfast, but because she didn’t care what other people thought. It hurt for months when she passed. The concept of “getting old” never resonated with me until that moment. Then I understood all too well. At the funeral, I had to step outside with my dad to get away from the stuffy visitation. I didn’t like my tears landing on the lapel of my tiny suit. In the sky, I saw dark and menacing clouds in the distance, heading straight for the funeral home. I knew Dylan understood my pain through his lyrics. “A hard rain’s gonna fall,” pain exists, and you can’t avoid it. Like the clouds in the sky, they were going to come no matter how much I didn’t want them to. I just wished they wouldn’t have come that day. I wanted see the blue sky and remember how sunny days would reflect on the pond in Nanny’s backyard. I wanted to remember better days. But I couldn’t.
*** Silence. Side one comes to an end. My eyes open but I can feel my tear ducts welling up. I rub my face and sit for a moment in stunned reflection. I lift the needle, switch off the turntable, flip to side two, and brace for another track. *** “Don’t Think Twice, It’s All Right” Just as Dylan begins his fingerpicking, I realize how the music resolves itself. Pain in life brings reassurance and creates the memories I recalled tonight. Of course rain falls, but rain clears and the remnants of the showers create puddles for children to play in the next day. As Dylan reflects on another lost love, I reflect on the role Nanny played in my life before and after her death. She’ll be with me. Always. “Fare thee well.” *** We etch our memories into the blank plastic canvas of our minds. Happy, sad or anything in between, we carve them all. We can’t choose when we remember what we do, but that’s the beauty of music. Songs are arranged in their order to guide us through the past. The record spins until side one’s time has elapsed, and this is where the true magic of an album comes to life. We trust music to guide us through in the best direction it can — toward the center of the album and beyond.
ILLUSTRATION BY MICHELLE PHILLIPS
Wednesday, March 8, 2017 // The Statement
Personal Statement: A Second Chance to Write my Story
by Anna Polumbo-Levy, Editorial Page Editor
s I put my bag of pretzels down on the counter with the rest of my mom’s groceries, I see the cashier do a double-take. Catching me staring, she attempts to quickly hide her kneejerk reaction to the realization that the woman she is ringing up is my mom, but not before I can see the surprise and confusion in her face. It was as though she needed a moment to process that I, the Asian girl with the dark-brown hair, am somehow related to the tall, curlyhaired blonde woman. The blue-eyed, lightskinned woman was responsible for funding my unhealthy obsession with pretzels. At first, I was annoyed — another cashier mistook me for the daughter of the Asian lady behind us in the checkout line. But unlike a younger version of myself — who would have let out a loud sigh, rolled my eyes or furrowed my brow — I quietly let the cashier ring us up, pack our groceries and place them into our car. I didn’t let show how much it got to me. I even smiled and said, “You too” when she told us to have a good day. After all, how could she have known? Growing up, when this used to happen, I would become immediately and visibly upset because I would feel as though a part of my identity was taken from me. I would feel othered, as though I was being singled out as the strange adopted girl in the family. But how could they have known? This is what I’ve begun to say to myself every time something like this happens. Every time I’m mistaken for the daughter of the Asian woman behind me in the supermarket, or in my own home when guests who’ve never met me think I’m hired catering staff — because who would’ve thought that I was the daughter of a white Italian dude from Pennsylvania? Every time I venture to the suburbs of Reading, Penn., no one knew I was my cousin’s cousin, or my aunt’s niece, I would smile and force that awkward introduction. Every time someone doesn’t believe that I’m Jewish, I patiently explain that I was adopted and my mom is Jewish. How
could they have known? But as a child, I wasn’t capable of thinking this through in this way, which undermined any attempt at reconciling my Chinese heritage with my identity as a little girl adopted into a white Jewish and Catholic family. According to the parent support groups my mom attended and the literature she read, parents of adopted children should do their best to connect their children to their native culture. She was encouraged to celebrate the Chinese holidays and enroll me in classes in the language of my home country. And she did just that. Chinese New Year’s became a big to-do and I was swiftly enrolled in Mandarin classes. For several years, I attended these classes every Saturday. At the end of each year, we had a big show where we performed all the songs we’d learned. Truthfully, I hated every minute of it. So one year, I gave my mom the death-stare of all death-stares right in the middle of one of the performances, and that was that for the classes. After years of wondering why I was so quick to reject the Mandarin lessons, I realized it was because they highlighted the differences between my family and me. Because I was enrolled in Mandarin classes, I felt separated from my family. The only native culture I had ever known was that of my adoptive family, so why was I learning a language that no one else in my family was? I would look around our Shabbat dinner table or the annual Passover Seder at my aunt and uncle’s house, and I would see my family, celebrating our Jewish lineage. So why was I any different? There was no one in my family who spoke Chinese or even celebrated Chinese New Year until I entered their lives. I’d grown up around Hannukah parties and Bar Mitzvahs,’ so why was I expected to take on an identity that felt entirely foreign to me? As a young adult reflecting on my childhood, I know my parents only had my best interests at heart, but I couldn’t see it then. For much of my childhood, I would sit on my bed night after night, crying to my mom, asking her why my biological family didn’t want me, why they didn’t care about me. My mom would sit there, patiently trying to explain that it was for the best. My family, whoever they are, wanted to give me the chance at a better life. Even
though I didn’t believe my mom, and I couldn’t family photos — undermine my confidence. As understand her at the time, it was true. a young kid, insecure about my looks and tryIn a crisis of overpopulation, China imple- ing desperately to fitting in, my physical difmented a one-child policy, and if you were found ferences from my parents made me feel even to have had more than one child, you would be worse about myself. Growing up, I shared my forced to pay fees that were often many times classroom tables, spotlights on stage and snacks greater than Chinese families’ average house- at school with kids who all looked like their parhold incomes, or face harsh consequences. My ents, siblings and grandparents. They all knew birth mother, my mom explained to me, left me the hospital they were born in and the time of in front of a police station — one of the safest their birth down to the second. And as kid, I locations for me to lay snuggled in a blanket to thought that because I lacked all these things, be taken to an orphanage. (My birth mother, my and because my genes made me appear differmom always told me, took a big risk by going to ent from my parents, others perceived me as the a police station and leaving me there in broad weird adopted girl, dropped into a community daylight.) she wouldn’t otherwise be a part of. A commuEven so, up until about high school, I carried nity she doesn’t belong in. a feeling with me that my birth family didn’t And now, I have decided to give myself a want me. When I was old enough to use Google, chance to rewrite my story. My adoption is I started looking up China’s one-child policy. part of my identity, and it doesn’t mean I’m an Many of the articles I found talked about how awkward outsider, it doesn’t mean I’m any less many families in China who had a boy and a lovable, any less capable of being everything girl kept the boy and gave the girl up for adop- I want to be. As I have grown older and more tion. Often, families believed that the boy was introspective, I have realized that what makes better equipped to help in the fields and around a family isn’t its physical attributes. Biological the home. This only made me more upset, more relations don’t mean much without an emotionanxious and more frustrated that my family al connection. People who know me and know had probably chosen an older brother over me. I I was adopted never treated me differently. My was the unwanted daughter. family loves me just the same as they would a Starting at a young age, I began to chan- biological child. It was I who stigmatized my nel this frustration and anxiety into storytell- identity for all those years. The feeling that my ing. I wrote stories about princesses and girls adoption made me the odd one out came solely obsessed with horses, and my favorite topic: from within myself. I have the power to define mysteries. But when I crafted my own story, what my adoption means. that took a different tone. I wrote my story as A week ago, I was shopping with my mom in one of an outsider. I had the power to write my a shoe store when a sales clerk came up to me own story, and for nearly two decades of my life, and asked me if I needed any help, unaware I I used it to cast doubts about my self-worth. I was browsing with my mom, who was already chose to paint adoption as a stigmatizing iden- being helped. And while incidents such as these tity, as something that made me different, odd will always frustrate me, they will no longer and weird. make me think I am any less a part of my family. And for so many years, I had let artificial markers — confused cashiers, inquisitive looks, PHOTOS COURTESY OF ANNA POLUMBO-LEVY
Wednesday, March 8, 2017 // The Statement
V I S UA L S TAT E M E N T: A WALK DOWN BOURBON Photos By: Evan Aaron Walking down Bourbon Street in the heart of the French Quarter of New Orleans during Mardi Gras is an experience like no other. Mardi Gras, also known as Carnival, originated in Rome as a celebration of spring and fertility. Lit by a glow of neon, Bourbon becomes the heart of the week long celebration. Here are my photos from just one walk down the famous street.
The collection of beads I had built up over the weekend sits on my bed as I get ready to leave for the night.
The sign of the Gateway Lounge hangs over one of the few empty balconies on Bourbon.
One of the many neon signs on the street reads “Restaurant.”
A neon sign for “The Swamp” bar creates a green haze over this part of the street.
People on balconies throw beads down to the crowds walking by in return for, well, favors.
A young boy plays the “drums” in the middle of the street to a crowd that keeps walking.
The street sign at the corner of Bourbon and Orleans.
Uncaught beads and other trash lies on the side of the street in a puddle of liquids.
Published on Mar 8, 2017