Wednesday, November 05, 2008

Yes we can

I saw a lot of wet eyes last night, when Obama carried his victory speech. The part that touched me most, and - what the hell, I'll admit it - made my eyes wet, follows.



This election had many firsts and many stories that will be told for generations. But one that's on my mind tonight's about a woman who cast her ballot in Atlanta. She's a lot like the millions of others who stood in line to make their voice heard in this election except for one thing: Ann Nixon Cooper is 106 years old.

She was born just a generation past slavery; a time when there were no cars on the road or planes in the sky; when someone like her couldn't vote for two reasons -- because she was a woman and because of the color of her skin.

And tonight, I think about all that she's seen throughout her century in America -- the heartache and the hope; the struggle and the progress; the times we were told that we can't, and the people who pressed on with that American creed: Yes we can.

At a time when women's voices were silenced and their hopes dismissed, she lived to see them stand up and speak out and reach for the ballot. Yes we can.

When there was despair in the dust bowl and depression across the land, she saw a nation conquer fear itself with a New Deal, new jobs, a new sense of common purpose. Yes we can.

When the bombs fell on our harbor and tyranny threatened the world, she was there to witness a generation rise to greatness and a democracy was saved. Yes we can.

She was there for the buses in Montgomery, the hoses in Birmingham, a bridge in Selma, and a preacher from Atlanta who told a people that "We Shall Overcome." Yes we can.

A man touched down on the moon, a wall came down in Berlin, a world was connected by our own science and imagination.

And this year, in this election, she touched her finger to a screen, and cast her vote, because after 106 years in America, through the best of times and the darkest of hours, she knows how America can change.

Yes we can.

America, we have come so far. We have seen so much. But there is so much more to do. So tonight, let us ask ourselves -- if our children should live to see the next century; if my daughters should be so lucky to live as long as Ann Nixon Cooper, what change will they see? What progress will we have made?

This is our chance to answer that call. This is our moment.
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This is our time, to put our people back to work and open doors of opportunity for our kids; to restore prosperity and promote the cause of peace; to reclaim the American dream and reaffirm that fundamental truth, that, out of many, we are one; that while we breathe, we hope. And where we are met with cynicism and doubts and those who tell us that we can't, we will respond with that timeless creed that sums up the spirit of a people: Yes, we can.

Monday, November 03, 2008

Jasper Johns' America



I visited yesterday MOMA, my favorite museum in NYC. I've been there plenty of times - with some paintings it's a bit like meeting old friends. Of course, they don't change or age, but sometimes I see them differently.

One of my favorite works there is Jasper Johns' American flag. Painted in 1954, it always makes me think about what makes us a nation - and this is true not only for the US, but also for my native country, Israel.

For me, Johns' flag shows how a country is the sum of all the people who make it. It's not some ideal red/white/blue set of stars and banners that we should conform to. His flag is not clean and pretty - but life is not either. The stars are a little stained with red, the stripes are not even. The idea they form is not necessarily coherent - different pieces "pull" the piece to different directions. In a sense, this is an anti-fascist statement. You can also see how much work he put into creating this piece. Just painting a banner with colors is not enough to unite a nation - but maybe giving everyone the chance to contribute his own piece and own shade can do it.

Tomorrow I'm going to vote for the first time for the president. I'm excited to be part of it, and excited to finally have a president that represents me. I believe Obama believes in this tapestry called America - after all, his personal biography is anything but homogeneous. Even with all the economic turmoil of the last months, I feel things can dramatically change for the better with him. Run, Obama, run!

Tuesday, July 29, 2008

The Last Racist Law in MA: 1913-2008

 


The Massachusetts House voted Tuesday to repeal a law that had prohibited out-of-state gay couples from legally marrying in the Bay State.

 


By a margin of 118-35, legislators voted down the 1913 law, which nullified any marriage performed in Massachusetts that was not legal in a couple's home state. The state Senate approved repeal earlier this month and the bill is likely to reach Gov. Deval Patrick, who has pledged to sign it, within a week.

 


I thought this is a good opportunity to recall the wonderful events of the night of May 17th, 2004, when gay marriage became legal for the first time in Massachusetts. Moreover, the first place in the state that opened its gates to same-sex couples was just 2 blocks from me, namely, Cambridge city hall. At midnight, after a long celebration outside, the first couple got married.

 


Danny and Tao Kai had to wait until 4am that night to get their marriage license, but we all celebrated a few weeks later at their marriage.





For more pictures from these eventful nights, check my web site, taalul.com.

Friday, June 20, 2008

Camp Camp

Remember when summer was the best time ever?
It still is!

I'm going to Camp Camp at the end of August. It's not too late to join! More details on YouTube.

Sunday, April 06, 2008

Orienteering


One of the most fun things I did in Israel was a competitive orienteering race in Timrat, in the lower Galilee mountains. In this sport you get a topographic map marked with about 20 spots, and your task is to find them all as fast as possible. To verify you found all spots, each has a flag (usually hidden) and a unique stamp that you add to your card. You use a compass and the map to navigate your way, trying to choose the fastest route from spot to spot.



And thus, on a hot Saturday in early March I set out with Hagai to Timrat, a small forest in the northern part of Israel.

We met there with Itai - Hagai's brother, Itai's son Tomer, and Hagai's sister Naama. While Naama and Tomer went for the easy short trail, Itai, Hagai and I chose the difficult level.


I used to do it a lot with Hagai in the 90s. I wasn't very good, but I thought I was decent. Thus, with (in retrospect, completely baseless) optimism, I set on the task, looked at the map and started running.



I got lost immediately. It took me 20 minutes to find the first station. At that rate, the entire thing would have taken 6-7 hours. On top of it, it was an exceptionally hot day (about 90F), and I didn't take water with me (counting on water in stations along the trail - which was foolish). Looking for the second station, I realized that my compass was broken.



To make a long story short, I did finish it in two hours (minus half the stations), and realized I need to practice more and lower expectations.

You can see the rest of the pictures in Hagai's album.

Thursday, March 20, 2008

Carlos Ibay

I went to hear a concert yesterday at the Rubinstein International Piano Competition. Among the pianists is Carlos Ibay, who's been playing since the age of 2 and developed an international career including concerts in Carnagee Hall - and he's blind since birth. He doesn't learn the notes by Braille, but rather by listening to the music repeatedly. Oh, and he sings as well, from Opera to Gershwin standards to Filipino folk music. And speaks 7 languages fluently.
You can also read about him at http://www.carlosibay.com/nwprofile.html