‘Freakonomics’ on Cheating Enviornments 11/17/2011
Posted by Vaughn in Editorial, Film, Global, Media, The Great Recession.Tags: Books, Cheating, Economics, Freakonomics, Japan, Sumo Wrestling
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THE 2005 BOOK FREAKONOMICS was a resounding hit. The authors, Steven Levitt, a University of Chicago economist, and Stephen J. Dubner, a New York Times’ journalist, looked to explain the world through economics and the lens of the transactions that govern daily lives. The project eventually spawned a film (and blog) in 2010, where various directors were enlisted to explore sections of the original book. In one of the more salient moments of the film, the section entitled “Pure Corruption,” written by Peter Bull and directed by Alex Gibney of Taxi to the Darkside, the authors relay a case study concerning how the perception of “purity” in environments, such as those in Japan and its cultural mores, facilitates the cloaking of cheating.
A philosophical cornerstone of Japanese society is the ideal of honor, promoted by the nation’s dominant religion, Shinto. This permeates any discussion of corruption in Japan: from individuals’ motivations to how it becomes systemic. But Shinto’s principle of honor has helped the country consistently rate among the lowest across nations in measures of corruption. [Japan scored an "8" this year according to Transparency International's 2011 Corruption Perceptions Index on a scale of ten, with "10" meaning "very clean" and "0" meaning "very corrupt."] So while Japanese society is not considered corrupt, there are, nonetheless, warrens which exploit that reality; specifically those elements walled-off from everyday society, say like those activities of the yakuza.
In Japan, Sumo is sacrosanct. This is partly based on the facade of its entwine with Shinto, as even referees are presented as Shinto priests, but also it is the effect of its time-honored legacy and weave into the nation’s culture. Sumo’s rituals date back thousands of years, which further helps in representing the ideal of Sumo’s honorability in the society. All of this provides it with an air of infallibility, an environment where Sumo’s propriety is seen as beyond suspicion. The belief is that it shows no taints and therefore has no impurities.
Yet there is a great incentive to cheat because of the money, the high-stakes gambling surrounding the game and the reputation conferred to its wrestlers at the highest levels. The Japanese public learned this in 1996 when two whistle-blowers, one of whom was a former stable master — stables are Sumo’s training communities, where young wrestlers begin their rise through the ranks and live together under austere (and many times physically abusive) conditions — who penned a tell-all book that included names, allegations of match-throwing, and which was re-printed in a series by the Shukan Post, exposed the dark-side of Sumo. Professional Sumo’s governing body, the Japanese Sumo Association, responded to the allegations by claiming that the tell-all and its corresponding Shukan Post series were outright fabrications, and it roundly dismissed the printed accusations as the words of a vengeful man seeking publicity and compensation.
In response, the whistle-blowers decided to hold a press-conference. However, two weeks before that press-conference, both men mysteriously died on the same day, in the same hospital, from the same unidentified respiratory problem. Despite these extraordinarily odd circumstances surrounding the men and their demise, the culture of honor and its appearance of pervasiveness in Japanese life, led to an absence of inquiry by either of the deceased’s families or the media. Everyone from the families to the nation’s press, simply accepted the police’s line on the matter, who said: “It’s a very good hospital, and there were no grounds for suspicion.”



But when another young, in-training “rikshi” — directly translated to “strong man,” but means wrestler — passed in what was initially explained as an accident, but whose body displayed visible signs of assault and mutilation; suspicions were again aroused throughout the country concerning the propriety of Sumo. It was found, only after an autopsy requested by the wrestler’s father, that the young man was beaten by baseball bats and burned with cigarettes by fellow rikshi, whom he had trained with. The wrestlers were ordered by their stable master to punish him for attempting to run away. The incident sent a shock-wave which rippled through Japanese society, and the way in which murders were being investigated by the nation’s law enforcement, came to the fore as a national issue and an example of an overly-imbalanced separation between Japan’s dueling concepts of “tatamae,” meaning the perceived truth or appearance of propriety, and the “honnae,” or the hidden truth. It is a Shinto philosophy that looks to sometimes explain moral dysfunctions.
This separation between the two versions of truth was so wide that it led Tokyo police investigator, Hiromasa Saikawa, to publicly question the procedures involved in conducting murder investigations, in the wake of the wrestler’s death; particularly in a country where law enforcement regularly boasts an arrest rate greater than 96 percent. According to Saikawa, in Japan when there is a suspicion of murder, the police look to identify a killer, much like any country with an honest law and order system. But unlike in other nations, it is only if authorities can identify a suspect, do cops initiate a murder case. If there is no identifiable suspect, then a case can potentially be closed and ruled as an “abandoned body.” This obviously manipulates Japan’s crime statistics in such a manner, that it can’t ever accurately be known what the nation’s true murder rate is, or the police’s ability to solve such crimes. Hiromasa Saikawa officially resigned the Tokyo police force in protest of this investigative procedure.
This kind of numbers rigging which governs Japan’s police work is an important microcosm as it is a cultural red-flag that ties to Sumo, beyond those mysterious deaths that surround the sport. As in Sumo, as long as law enforcement kept its appearances and produced great numbers, then there was no need to question their propriety, regardless of schemes, because the “tatamae” — in this case, the widely-held perception of cops’ honorable intent to solve crimes – was met. But the data in Sumo, much like that of Japan’s murder arrest figures, tells a story about (another kind of) numbers scheming: A systemic preponderance of corruption known as “yaocho,” meaning match-fixing; which was long suspected, but still seen as unlikely by many.
To Japan’s outsiders Sumo is a sport and an important pastime, but to its wrestlers it is a lifestyle and cherished community. Wrestlers live in a closed society, which they were raised in since they began training as youngsters. This fact, along with the sport being treated as above suspicion, only motivates cheating given Sumo’s system, which operates on a hierarchy of ranks and money distributed to all its wrestlers, at every level; with every match promising a certain amount as one travels up this hierarchy, known as the “pyramid.” The best parts of life as a wrestler, like anywhere else, accumulate at the top, and for only wrestlers with the best records. However, there is but a minimum threshold where this “good life” is bestowed, and so individuals’ records matter, only to a certain point; in the sense that a better life is dispensed upon one’s performance, determined by meeting that threshold.
In professional Sumo tournaments wrestlers wrestle one match per day for 15 days, with the eighth win of a wrestler being critical in the schedule, because it produces a winning record (say of 8-7), and allows him to advance and move up in rank. Otherwise, a wrestler could drop from the sekitori class, the highest division of Sumo, that is made up of the juryo and makuuci divisions, and where the most prestige and privileges in Sumo lie. The difference in half a rank in professional matches can be as much as (the equivalent of) $5,000 USD a month. As wrestlers attempt to rise through the stable system from the “jonokuchi,” the lowest rung, to the “makuuchi,” the sport’s highest individual realm; wrestlers inevitably become friends and begin to understand that a blind-spot in the organizational architecture, is that the ranking system affords a better life for some, at no cost to others, at certain points. Since it is a system based on honor and trust; that all wrestlers will put up an honest fight.
This produces collusion that allows for many wrestlers to essentially win outside of the game, by being rewarded the fruits of victory liberally, with the assistance of their sympathizing buddies, who they’ve fostered relationships with since they were in the stables. The authors found that at the threshold between the seventh and eighth wins, when a rikshi is entering his final fifteenth do-or-die match between him and an opponent who has already gained the all-important eighth win, the wrestler who needs the eighth win, won an astounding 75 percent of the time; an incredibly odd deviation from the normal odds of it occurring.
It turns out that when two wrestlers meet and one has already secured his place within the pyramid, it is a common practice that he will usually help the other wrestler who needs the win more, and he will literally take “the fall,” hoping at some point the favor will be paid forward. But when those two wrestlers happen to meet again, the wrestler with the better record, originally, going into that deciding fifteenth match, wins a resounding amount of time according to the same data. It’s a built in incentive, and is the result of the tight-knit bonds of the wrestlers’ smaller society, and the presumption of purity in Sumo. Moreover, it keeps earnings high for everyone and fosters Sumo, as this money trickles down the pyramid.
What the authors conclude from looking at the case study of “pure environments,” is that presumptions of honorable intent can produce systemic fraud, as in the case of the most recent American financial mess: The presumption of free-markets and good, honorable stewards such as Alan Greenspan or to a lesser degree, financial agents like Bernie Madoff; men who held pristine reputations in the finance world, led to the wide moral failure in the system to go unnoticed. The presumption of honest and fair-play throughout finance created by supposed oversight boards and transparency regulations and trumpeted by the examples of those men, averted attention and reserved our suspicions for far too long.

Kingston Scary 09/28/2011
Posted by Vaughn in Art, Global, Global Street Culture, Journalism.Tags: Art, Boogie, Jamaica, Photography
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Oh, the Kingston gangsters use masks like that to scare victims before shooting them.
- Boogie
A PHOTOGRAPHIC SERIES by the acclaimed street scene, gang and war photographer known as “Boogie”; a born and bred Serbian who got his start documenting the ravages of the conflict in Yugoslavia and who emigrated to New York in 1998, only to become an art world darling, made the Internet rounds after he had posted the images on his personal blog, and then the art magazine Juxtapoz.
The destination for this particular photo excursion was the gritty streets of Kingston, Jamaica, a place where Boogie had previously produced a great series of photographs. It is also a place that has stood out in an underground music scene and culture often dominated by its influences, think Jamaican patois in rap, ganja culture and Rastafai culture, dancehall, Lee “Scratch” Perry, Bob Marley, Ziggy Marley and now Damian Marley.
It’s also a city known for a mixture of sexy flair and disturbing violence, and which has been thus tapped to provide the background scenery in some hip-hop videos. What is little known about the city and country, however, other than what is portrayed by the culture at large and the nation’s tourism board, is not really heartening, though its revenues were up last year, surprisingly, in the midst of a global recession. According to the C.I.A. World Fact book on Jamaica:
Tourism revenues account for roughly 10% of GDP, and both arrivals and revenues grew in 2010, up 4% and 6% respectively. The Economic growth faces many challenges: high crime and corruption, large-scale unemployment and underemployment, and a debt-to-GDP ratio of more than 120%. Jamaica’s onerous public debt burden – the fourth highest in the world on a per capita basis – is the result of government bailouts to ailing sectors of the economy, most notably to the financial sector in the mid-to-late 1990s.
Boogie’s pictures tell the story even better. Now, obviously, one could find people to stage pictures and make them look reflective of a time and place much more raw than is actually the case, but that has not been Boogie’s modus operandi. Nope, these are what they are, the pictures which tell a story about Kingston, Jamaica rarely told. Boogie is able to capture the fallow of the area, the way its poverty and resulting crime economy seems to burst out of every seam of the life there. It’s as real as photography outside of war, natural disaster and famine gets, when looking at the eyes of his trusting subjects who as he put it in a Vice Magazine interview:
Yeah, man. The police in Kingston are very brutal. If they catch you with a gun they’ll most likely just kill you on the spot without making an arrest. So, the fact that these guys let me shoot them with their guns meant big respect.

View Boogie’s Kingston, Jamaica experience at Juxtapoz [Here]
Read an interview with Boogie at Vice Magazine [Here]
‘The Ascent of Money’ 09/20/2011
Posted by Vaughn in Film, Global, Media, The Great Recession.Tags: Books, Documentaries, Economics, Niall Fergusuon, The Ascent of Money, The Great Recession
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THE COMPLEX instruments of the financial sector that helped to deepen the trough in Bush no. 43′s economy, and then fully bottomed it out during the last year of his second term, made for a shocked global financial market in late 2008. (And for an absolutely apocalyptic one, nationally.) Nearly four years later, this is still the case, with the Eurozone in crisis and Greece and Italy, particularly on the brink, while America’s “real unemployment” — an indices which combines those who looked for work and didn’t find it in the past year, with those who are underemployed, or known as “marginally attached”– hovers at around 16 percent [Bureau of Labor and Statistics].
Those grim facts everybody knows, and particularly as the 2012 campaign season heats up, candidates who are tirelessly campaigning will inevitably flog the dead economic horse over and over to make sure it is not forgotten, even with or without the proper credentials nor the grasp to talk about economic matters otherwise. (Sup, Michelle Bachman and Herman Cain!?!?) But answering just how we got here is the harder part, since it seemed to sneak up on us — except for this revered guy — like it was that of the highest level order of ninjas. Just how did “money” become about derivatives and credit default swaps (C.D.S.), high frequency trading (H.F.T.) or “algo-trading,” which looks to maximize profit, even at the cost of international economic stability; and what were the conditions that made for a system where mortgage companies lent to the risky and then, essentially, dangerously bet against those very loans failing? ( And, oh, did they ever fail.)


Oxbridge/Harvard professor Niall Ferguson‘s 2009 book and its companion documentary, The Ascent of Money, both of which were somewhat criticized for their organization, digressions geared towards the already informed, sometimes topical coverage, the overlooking of competing historical viewpoints and which left some feeling like both endeavors were superficial examinations, especially considering Ferguson’s past meaty efforts; did actually yield a documentary that was a relatively good primer on an ambitious, expansive, complex subject. (I’ve not read the book.) The documentary, though it spans four hours — later bulked up to five hours – criss-crossing the globe to explore how money came to be and then morph to what it is now, in all its multiple forms (e.g. credit, bonds, real estate, et cetera), is quite digestible and interesting. And Ferguson is able to pepper in related historical elements that enlighten a greater understanding of the world beyond money, just as he did in covering the early lending practices of Venice, and which ultimately leads to some explanation as to how some of the more pernicious forms of anti-semitism and the accompanied stereotypes concerning money (wrongly) came to be.
Though he never thoroughly connects the dots on the matter, possibly finding it best left unacknowledged, since it is more a sociological matter, or it is presumed to be already known and unnecessary, Ferguson explains that it was an established practice in Venice to import Jewish bankers and use them as lenders, since in Catholicism lending money with interest to other Catholics was deemed a sin by the papacy, but there were no such rules of any kind in Judaism. These same, imported Jewish bankers were then cordoned off in an area of Venice known as the ghetto (Italian for “armed boundary”), which left the bankers treated as an entity separate from the city’s population.
This practice obviously would create spite in some local Venetian’s eyes as these bankers became rich by way of the practice (and the Jewish community being largely limited to the banking trade), and the resulting limited interactions of some Catholic Venetians to the only Jewish people in their town — and only so when they were in their most desperate financial times — possibly produced an enduring animus that lives on in the racist banking conspiracies of today and the denigrations: “blood-sucking,” or “blood-suckers,” coupled with “Jews”; both ugly invective, disparagements still heard today, and which still refer to lending practices.
While this is a digression, and not particularly important to the story of money, other than it is an early example of usury (referring to the original/antiquated meaning of the word, and not what is now considered loan-sharking), and how it influenced the world and still influences everything today, from the rise and fall of nations to the globalization of markets and the invention of commodities trading; it is still important, even if Ferguson doesn’t fully touch on its non-economic boundaries. And further, it is an example of how The Ascent of Money illuminates how the story of money is as Ferguson implies, not just a story about financial history, but really the back-story of human history, saying, “the ascent of money has been an indispensable part of the ascent of man.”

Watch the first four episodes of The Ascent of Money (above) or [Here]
Watch the update “Episode 6″ explaining the meltdown [Here]
9.11.01 | A Confirmation 09/11/2011
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9.11.01 | A Confirmation
THE REGULAR SCHOOL YEAR hadn’t begun yet, it was still summer and I was taking a stats course during summer session at the local city college; a course I didn’t take all that seriously. My mom and dad didn’t wake me up that morning, after watching the replays from hours earlier of what was going on back east, for some unknown reason. I’ve never asked them why. It was probably out of fear and their own still-developing conversation of what was next. I am an only child and at times my parents, possibly because I am pretty much their sole fully-fleshed frame of reference for young people, often treated me like I was much younger than I was. They didn’t say a thing to me other than “Did you see?”; when I did awake.
A couple of people on my father’s side of the family worked at the Pentagon — an aunt and an uncle — but they were not hurt. That part of it is hazy, so I am not exactly sure when we found out they were safe. My dad’s nearly thirty year career in the military and my life behind the concertina wire of base fences overseas already made me acutely aware of the situation, far before it happened. We’d had run-ins with al-Qaeda in the years prior, and I’d already had discussions about Osama Bin Laden before the event, and I wrote somewhat extensively about Clinton’s response in Afghanistan, Pakistan and Khartoum to al-Qaeda’s bombing of the American embassies in Kenya and Tanzania and the U.S.S. Cole in my high school political science course, and I even discussed it with a teacher who was a former Marine.
Still — despite the cliché — this was truly a detached cinematic experience for me, an apocalyptic Hollywood flick about the dangers of this world. My nascent sociopolitical and personal consciousness was not yet jibing with this reality, even with my knowledge of Bin Laden’s already fully-realized applications of terror abroad. To me, this moment I saw on replay was the flickering images of The Siege. I drove to that morning statistics’ lecture and walked through the campus in a zombieish haze, wondering why I even decided to go, when the professor said something like: “For those interested, they’ll be playing the news all day in the conference room.”
The weeks and months just after, I remember discussing with a professor during office hours what it was like being at school during the uncertainty of Vietnam, knowing that at some point you could be called on — as the Afghanistan War hadn’t started yet, and I believed that there could be a draft — and he said: “Oh, I think these times will be far more interesting.” Shit, if he wasn’t right. With another professor, I remember saying, “We have to be wary of producing even more terrorists, in our response.” (Shit, if I wasn’t right.)
9/11 was ultimately for me a clarion call that I feel and hear to this day, and which I probably will feel for the rest of my life. I took courses on terrorism and on social movement organizations, which had a specific component in the lectures on terror groups, and I took classes on Mid-East relations, because of it. I also declared as an international development studies major during the year after; and I’ve just recently begun to develop an interest in picking up more languages. Because if you can’t understand another culture’s language, then you can’t truly understand that culture. And I also further looked to understand al-Qaeda’s reach in my other home, my mom’s native land, the Philippines.
I ended up feeling even more like a child of the world because of the event, part of a tapestry of people who looked at that moment and said: “We are one against the extremism and terror, and want to understand why,” while not feeling particularly heartened by the racial prejudice, arrogance and disease of misinformation that I could see forthcoming in the States. I felt not a part of the jingoistic America I was beginning to see. Still, a part of me felt the real threat from terror that the fearful version of America I saw was feeling, but also the resolve of my own patriotism; which believed in the idea that our response was necessary and should be swift, pronounced and surgical. I also believed that we could and should respond to this event, while fiercely maintaining our ideals of “exceptionalism.”
Further, I was determined to absorb the notion that the kind of inequality in the poorer communities of our nation and the structural problems within our economic system that I saw ravage America’s streets and which created various levels of rage against the power structure, and which I heard in hip-hop and specifically Tupac’s lines, was similar to the anger that was ultimately being mobilized by Islamist extremism around the world; but instead it wasn’t the marginalized ethnic minorities in our borders, but the hungry and suffering populations all over the globe who exist in their lands with little development, great discontent and burdened by their lots of young and uneducated. This helped to focus my lens.
Looking back over the last ten, I could chart my growth as a kid and then as a young man who was influenced profoundly by this moment. I began to question faith as a whole during this time, admittedly with only some childhood experiences with Catholicism; and now I was pointing to the darkest corners of belief — seen in the myriad forms of religious radicalism which wrought events like this — as a part of my justification for my agnosticism and then my atheism.
This time also blotched my view of our government and chipped away at some of my idealism, as I began the path to cynicism as one of the foolish who believed that there was a chance that the Iraq War could change the map of the Middle East — regardless of whether or not it was justified — since I actually never bought the story of W.M.D.s. And to further complicate this dangerously slippery worldview, I believed that in the end, if the war did “change the map,” it would actually provide a decent moral justification: that of providing another democracy in the region, to act as a countervailing force against the extremism we faced. I was just so appallingly blasé about it. How did that happen? After I was myself surrounded by war, my whole life, in some way?
What I didn’t get was that war was always to be a final measure that was reached with great deliberation, and it wasn’t to be engaged in just because it could meet a desired, possible peace-creating and seemingly existential end, even if it seemed so easy, and waged against an already diminished military which we had encountered before, as was the case with Iraq. I didn’t realize that the drumbeat to war, which I was swept up in, and which was supported by most of the New York Times‘ op-eds, was just a mere rally-around-the-flag that I had bought into, although for an altogether different reasoning; and this was despite my disdain for that new jingoism.
The events of 9/11 probably didn’t change me in the sense that it placed me on a path to becoming someone else I wasn’t going to be before it, essentially spurred to make a 180 degree pivot, but it did congeal who I was on the path to being. These ten years after have cleared up my thinking about and strengthened my interests in the world that created it. It also made me realize the costs that so few of us pay in the prosecution of a war that we all benefit from, in some small way, even if we don’t believe we do. The War on Terror was undertaken for a nation of people, among other things, who are ten years after, as disconnected from the struggle as they were before. (Other than their dealings with the T.S.A.) Only one percent of us fight these wars, and that one percent fight it over and over, re-deployed constantly. And then, if lucky, because they survived, they will fight it again, in their minds at night or in their struggle every day without a limb.

Development to Democracy 07/08/2011
Posted by Vaughn in Conflict, Global, Politics.Tags: Afghanistan, Democracy, Foreign Affairs Magazine, Foreign Policy, Politics
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FIFTY YEARS AGO, the sociologist Seymour Martin Lipset pointed out that rich countries are much more likely than poor countries to be democracies. Although this claim was contested for many years, it has held up against repeated tests. The causal direction of the relationship has also been questioned: Are rich countries more likely to be democratic because democracy makes countries rich, or is development conducive to democracy? Today, it seems clear that the causality runs mainly from economic development to democratization. During early industrialization, authoritarian states are just as likely to attain high rates of growth as are democracies. But beyond a certain level of economic development, democracy becomes increasingly likely to emerge and survive. Thus among the scores of countries that democratized around 1990, most were middle-income countries: almost all the high-income countries made the transition. Moreover, among the countries that democratized between 1970 and 1990, democracy has survived in every country that made the transition when it was at the economic level of Argentina today or higher; among the countries that made the transition when they were below this level, democracy had an average life expectancy of only eight years.
The strong correlation between development and democracy reflects the fact that economic development is conducive to democracy. The question of why, exactly, development leads to democracy has been debated intensely, but the answer is beginning to emerge. It does not result from some disembodied force that causes democratic institutions to emerge automatically when a country attains a certain level of GDP. Rather economic development brings social and political changes only when it changes people’s behavior. Consequently economic development is conducive to democracy to the extent that it , first, creates a large, educated, and articulate middle class of people who are accustomed to thinking for themselves and, second, transforms people’s values and motivations.
Photo Credit: The Christian Science Monitor
SOMEONE SHOULD be talking honestly about our democratic project in Afghanistan, a time and battle tested swath of area ruled only by tribal allegiances and faith, and with a literacy rate that is not particularly buoyant for even the most mediocre of standards, which is perhaps the greatest obstacle towards starting the process of development that leads to a sustainable democracy, as pointed to in this 2009 essay by Ronald Englehart and Christian Welzel from Foreign Affairs: We just can’t reach the goal of having a stable, democratic Afghanistan, until its people find a way to develop economically from the rural agrarian and (narco-crop) society it is, to a more modern one.
Yes, there is rampant corruption starting at the very, very top of the country and which filters down through every facet of the society and economy, but the greatest challenge is not really winning the hearts and minds; it seems the greatest challenge is sparking those minds to want something more than what they have now — something they have always known — to something possibly greater but unknown and much more arduous, simply because of the learning curve involved. Until this happens, any real democracy in this mystical land is unlikely to take hold.

Richie Havens, ‘Freedom’ 06/28/2011
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“Freedom” (Woodstock), Richie Havens

Kanye West ‘Power’ Scarf 06/20/2011
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Photo Credit: MOOD

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D.J. Honda feat. Jeru the Damaja, ‘El Presidente’ 06/12/2011
Posted by Vaughn in Global, Global Street Culture, Hip-Hop.Tags: D.J. Honda, Hip-Hop, Jeru the Damaja
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D.J. HONDA’S three mid-’90s collaborative albums — h, h II, h III — are among the best of original underground and independent hip-hop compilations produced in that era. They also happened to spawn some legitimate mixtape and underground hip-hop radio hits: The tail end of Katsuiro Honda’s h series, in particular, h III, featured a spectacular track with a now just a decade later, oddly disappeared, Jeru the Damaja.
(Although the guy did look as if he was afflicted with the same malady as LeBron James’s and Greg Oden’s “rapid-aging syndrome” — not a real term, as far as I know, for the physicians out there — and was most likely only in his 30s, then, I could see him being about 50, at that time, and it wouldn’t at all be spit-take shocking.)
Honda and Jeru’s “El Presidente” was a terse, skilled display of their classic hip-hop sensibilities, merged with the raw power that both exhibited behind their respective board, deck — or in the case of Jeru — microphone. The allusions by “Damaja” to one of America’s number one marked men, Fidel Castro, and lyrics concerning various military and espionage-y things, soaked the song in elements of danger, even then, but now more so, since this was pre-9/11 and our now aggregate security hysteria.
Honda finding relevant Jeru samples to align with, along with his unobtrusively scratching the track, is a rare kind of street symphony seemingly lost in the current mixtape ephemera; what with many current mixtape D.J.’s constantly name shouting and propping-up of themselves while spreading their unnecessary I.D.s, known as “tags,” all over tracks. And this does not mention their incessant, random talking.
D.J. Honda, perhaps because of the Japanese-to-English language barrier — though, even in his videos, he’s failed to show any kind of penchant for self-promotion — never fell to these kind of modern-D.J. histrionics, and he shows just how it is to be done, way back in 2001.

‘The Anderson Platoon’ 05/13/2011
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COUNTER-INSURGENT WARS are as hellish as conventional ones. (Perhaps more.) Everything is much more insidious in such conflicts: the enemy is more covert, more aware and exploiting of its surroundings, and much more able and willing to use local citizens to meet its ends. The farmer by day is now a soldier at night, the young man or young woman, obedient and sensitive, is just a personal and familial vendetta and a rifle away from being dangerous. All of which is exacerbated, motivated and inflamed at times, by the mere presence of foreign soldiers in a country, and the unintended consequences of interactions between those citizens and those soldiers. And that was Vietnam.
French director, Pierre Schoendorffer — originally known for his gritty and realistic 1965, French war film on the country’s Indochina excursion, La 317e Section, (clip here), which won a Cannes Festival prize for “best screenplay” — was a war correspondent for the national television station, and was originally embedded with forces in Vietnam’s infamous Dien Bien Phu in 1954, documenting and reporting on the French Army’s struggles there. But those reels and his intended full documentary never saw the light of day, as the material was confiscated upon his surrender alongside the French Army to the Viet Cong.



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Following his work with French military forces and their departure from the region, and just months after he finished La 317e Section, Schoendorffer was given a second opportunity to finish his initial 1954 project, that immersive documentary following a military infantry unit in Vietnam, which had been confiscated. Only this time, he’d be swapping the French Army for the United States Army; as the American side of the war was beginning to escalate in the wake of France’s defeat and the Second Indochina War was set to fully ignite.
From September to October of 1965, he worked in a two-man crew, on a documentary following a rather unique bunch: the U.S. Army’s 12th Calvary, Bravo Company, 1st Platoon. The group was unique, precisely because of who was leading it, a 24-year-old, black West Point graduate by the name of Joseph Anderson. For six weeks, Schoendorffer followed Anderson’s unit on seek-and-destroy missions, where soldiers would wade through the dense jungle looking for an enemy to fight, and faithfully executing the cornerstone of the United States’ Vietnam strategy. The Anderson Platoon won the 1968 Academy Award in the documentary category. It is an honest meditation on the monotony, tremulous fear and odd experience of war.



Reflecting on the ‘Magic Man’ 04/25/2011
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I ONCE wrote about Magic Johnson here discussing that day, now two decades ago, when he became the A.I.D.S. struggle’s most well-known face. In that post, I talked about the enormity of his “reveal,” though I failed to use that very Hollywood term. And the (pseudo) writer in me, having already made the connection between Magic and the quintessentially Los Angeles’ lifestyle he had led and its consequences, is now filled with a bit of lament about it. Because “reveal” is perfectly suited to a guy who’s named “Magic” and the term works in a couple of ways; weaving itself between being a connective metaphor for Magic’s given nom de guerre, but also his ostensible connection to Hollywood and movie-making, playing in a city where even the movie stars were fans of his and Johnson’s life played out like one of their scripts.


And the term is also, fittingly, a descriptive, for the specific moment in a screenplay when a crucial point in the plot is uncovered. It just also happens to be exquisitely indicative of the way he played, like an illusionist holding cards close to his vest and then with a poof of smoke and some sleight-of-hand, he did something astounding; like surfacing the full potential of an unassuming teammate like Kurt Rambis, or becoming a dominant scorer in his own right, as he did in 1986-87, when he averaged 23.9 points per game. Really, was there ever a nickname as great as Magic’s? It just seems so natural, when one looks at his charmed life, even when in basketball crisis or personal crisis, he found his way out of the rough patches with unmatched élan. He was a perfectly crafted Hollywood protagonist: part Golden Boy and part redemptive fallen hero.
That “reveal” of his two decades ago was, just like in a movie, the moment where things really, truly, took off for him personally and unexpectedly. From out of a virtual death sentence, came a new man. He’d become an ambassador for A.I.D.S. education because of it and a community leader for Los Angeles, not to mention, later fashioning himself into an even more remarkable businessman, teaming with Corporate America to re-vitalize the “hood.” And he somehow retained nearly the same media profile as he had when he was basketball’s young High Priest of elegance. Magic after his playing days, has had probably the best life any athlete could dream of, circumventing the traditional arc of superstar athletes, who live out their young days in glory and by the time they arrive at middle-aged adulthood, are mostly forgotten.




