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Welcome to the Hunger Games: Ferguson, Gentrification, and Power
http://www.racefiles.com/2014/10/02/welcome-to-the-hunger-games-ferguson-gentrification-and-the-1-takeover-of-urban-centers/
The Racial Justice Movement Needs a Model Minority Mutiny
Soya Jung
http://www.racefiles.com/2014/10/13/model-minority-mutiny/
About 2 in every 3 Asian American registered voters in California support affirmative action.
KARTHICK RAMAKRISHNAN
http://www.latimes.com/news/custom/topofthetimes/opinion/la-oe-0925-ramakrishnan-affirmative-action-asians--20140925-story.html

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HAPPENING NOW (9.24.14): The situation in Ferguson is escalating quickly. Protests continue, following this morningâs burning of a Mike Brown memorial, and another frustrating Ferguson City Council meeting.Looks like the same âantagonize over de-escalateâ tactics are back online. Prayers to all those out in the street of Ferguson right now fighting for their right to exist. #staywoke #farfromover (PT I, PT II, PT III) Â
Bringing back the dogs, choppers, charging the crowd, attempting to bottleneck protesters into an area, AND live shots possible fired into the crowd⌠what the ever-living fuck is Ferguson PD trying to do?! Weâre a month and a half into this saga, and they still donât know how to de-escalate a situation. Pray yâall. That might be all we got right now.
Those âI am darren wilsonâ braceletsâŚ.
"Yet, despite this progress and contrary to popular perception, crisis response remains a mainstay for many organizers, service providers and advocates working with South Asian, Muslim, Arab and Sikh communities even today due to a xenophobic climate, weak public policies, and ongoing harassment and discrimination. While there is a sense that the worst of the backlash ended in the years after 9/11, many community members continue to face detention,profiling and surveillance by state and federal law enforcement, bullying at schools, and hate violence. Just this week, South Asian Americans Leading Together (SAALT) released a report that underscores the heightened level of xenophobia and anti-Muslim sentiment in the realm of political discourse that fosters a climate for hate violence and profiling to occur more routinely. And when events occur on an international scale related to the âWar on Terrorâ, they invariably have ramifications in neighborhoods with Arab and Muslim populations here at home." - Deepa Iyer
Today in Solidarity:Â Incredible Women (and Girls) of FergusonÂ
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âIt was heartbreaking. I could hardly talk to them,â said Deng, a criminal defense attorney who assisted the parents of two other Chinese graduate students killed near campus in 2012.
Xinran Ji was killed while walking back to his off-campus apartment near USC on July 24, 2014.
After Deng spoke to news media in front a bank of microphones at the mortuary, Jiâs family emerged, sobbing uncontrollably. They stood behind Jiâs fatherâs cousin, Lisheng Liu, who spoke in Chinese and whose comments were translated into English by family friend George He.
âXinran was an outstanding boy. He was an excellent student since elementary school,â Liu said through He. âHe had a chance to work in China, however he chose to come here to study.â
Jiâs parents are âordinary peopleâ who used all of their savings to support their sonâs academic pursuits in the U.S., Liu said. Father Songbo Ji is a teacher while mother Jinhui Du works in a hospital, he said.
RELATED LINK:Â In Memorium: Xinran Ji, 24
Ji, an engineering student, had stayed in Los Angeles for the summer to take classes that would help him graduate earlier, Deng said. He planned to pursue a doctor degree.
âWhen they hear about this terrible news, they were shocked,â He said, translating Liu. âIt was like heaven fell down, the sky fell down. Because he is their hope, their only hope.â
Ji was found dead in his apartment on 30th Street near campus after being attacked by four people in what police described as a violent attempted robbery.
Ji was assaulted with a bat, a wrench and a knife, according to court documents. He had been returning home just after midnight from a group study session when he was attacked. He was found about six hours later by his roommate.
Four teens have been charged with murder and other alleged crimes in his death.
Jiâs family wants to see them âseverelyâ punished, Liu said.
âThey come over here to see their only son in a casket,â Deng said. âUSC has not done enough to ensure the safety of the Chinese students.â
Our hearts and thoughts are with the family of Xinran Ji, a USC graduate student who was brutally killed near campus.

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We all know male revolutionaries such as Che Guevara, but history often tends to gloss over the contributions of female revolutionaries that have sacrificed
From Elon James White Tuesday night.
A new Pew Research Center analysis of media coverage of the event and subsequent protests finds that the story emerged on Twitter before cable, but the trajectory of attention quickly rose in tandem, peaking on both mediums the day after two journalists were arrested and protests turned more violent.
Also of note:
MSNBC devoted far more time to the story than its top competitors Fox News and CNN
The Twitter conversation about Ferguson popped much more quickly than the conversation about Trayvon Martin
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Text: Especially with #Ferguson all over social media, hereâs my pet peeve: People who complain about racist family/friends without actively confronting them. Unless youâre depending on this racist for your livelihood, e.g. living in their home or relying on their income and they could cut you off, CALL THEM OUT. That racist aunt you visit maybe 3 times a year is posting about âthugsâ? Send her facts. Show her the hypocrisy of her words. Donât just let it go because you donât want to âcause troubleâ, THIS IS THE TROUBLE. And this applies to non-black POC. Recognize the anti-blackness in our communities (Asian Americans, you have a big responsibility in this) and do something about it. I always say no one is obligated to educate strangers that pop up demanding a breakdown of race relations, but if you consider yourself an ally yet canât even confront that guy from high school you keep around on Facebook? I call bullshit.
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âŚlynching and empire were bitter fruits of the same tree.
           âNerissa S. Balce
In 1898, Tampa, Florida, a group of drunken American soldiers used a child for target practice. The soldiers were white. The child was black.
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The Lost Bar is four blocks from my door and has quality bourbon, whiskey, and the like for cheap. Iâm a new resident in Philadelphia. Itâs Friday night and packed. As usual, the crowd is all white. NFL pre-season is on both screens. Iâm trying not to think about recent news: the violence in Gaza, Eric Garner killed by police in Staten Island, Michael Brown killed by police in Ferguson. Maybe the biggest collaboration in failure between me and my formal education has been the belief that I am apart from history and history is apart from me. I have no interest in digging up ghosts. I donât need to. They follow me. When the bartender asks if he can help me, I request my drink in impeccable English, and maybe I turn the Jersey volume up in my sentence. I wonder if the two men to my left with thick forearms (and necks to match) hear me say, âRye, neat. And a glass of water, no ice.â
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That summer when U.S. regiments were making camp throughout the Southeast for several weeks, they were en route to fight the Spanish in Puerto Rico and Cuba. And you can imagine how tense it got in those deeply segregated towns when among the troops were the hundreds of black soldiers from the 24th and 25th Infantries and the Ninth and Tenth Cavalries â Buffalo soldiers. Many, if not the majority, of the black troops had spent most of their time in the North and so were accustomed to doing business with local restaurants and shops. One black soldier, according to historian Willard B. Gatewood, reported his experience in a letter to a friend: âPrejudice reigns supreme here against the colored troops. Every little thing that is done here is chronicled as Negro brazeniness [sic], outlawry, etc. An ordinary drunk brings forth scare headlines in the dailies.â [1]
This went on, escalating for weeks, until a white soldier, a member of the Ohio Volunteers, snatched the black child from his mother and held him upside down by the ankle, spanking him with his free hand. The Ohio servicemen then decided a contest was a good opportunity to show off their marksmanship. The winner would be the one to shoot through the childâs sleeve. Hard to say how many rounds they fired, but accounts say they had their âfunâ and finally released the child, who was, according to available sources, physically unharmed. With outrage brewing for weeks, the incident sparked race riots in Tampa proper, not to mention the military encampments themselves. The local news reported, â[T]wenty-seven black troops and several white Georgia volunteers from Tampa, all with serious woundsâŚwere transferred to Fort McPherson near Atlanta.â[2] The day after the bloody scuffles erupted, the soldiers, black and white, were deployed to Cuba. They were being sent to fight for American expansionism in the Caribbean and beyond. Expanding the borders of America, however, also meant the expansion of military occupation and racial segregation.
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I moved to an old textile and ribbon factory in the Kensington section of Philly two months ago. The anti-Catholic âNativist Riotsâ were here in the summer of 1844. Now, galleries, cafes, and vegan options have popped up for the new young white professionals and artists who have moved in. Much of the neighborhood is still working class Irish. The spire of St. Michaelâs sits in my second-floor window.
My first few weeks here, at another bar farther down Frankford, one long-time resident sitting next to me told me, with a touch of brogue, âThis neighborhood is going through changes. A few years ago, me and you couldnât walk outside on this street together.â He paused and gave me a hard look, a lot like a kid who, unprovoked, snarled at me and gave me the finger earlier today. âI hope you enjoy living here.â Iâm cursed: everywhere I go, no matter what corner or room or stairway, I get this feeling, this pulse of history, like the place is throbbing with what used to be here, though I canât always name it. And what used to be here often echoes exactly what still is.
Tonight, on the TV at the Lost Bar, the Eagles turn the ball over in their own territory and the Patriots take over. I down my rye, leave the water, and go home.
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Before Michael Brown, before Kimani Gray, before Oscar Grant, before Sean Bell, Iâve wanted know: How does a state justify the killing of black men and boys? I donât have a better answer than, they just do. They justified it in Tampa in 1898. They justified it for 300 years in America before that. They justified it for more than a hundred years since, in L.A., Chicago, Philadelphia, New York, Ferguson, Detroit, Oakland, New Orleans. Every time I start the catalog, I know I could go on a long time. Iâm afraid if I open my mouth, the litany wonât stop.
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Thereâs this story I want to tell about how Filipinos in a town called Balangiga were fed up.
U.S. soldiers had come to occupy the town, and before long, they rounded up dozens of Balangiga men, commanding them to chop down edible crops, which the military called weeds, growing around their huts. After a long dayâs labor the Filipino men were forced to sleep, not at home with their families, but in groups of four dozen in a single Silbey tent designed for six men to lie down, which meant they slept sitting up. There was also more than one allegation that an American soldier had raped a woman from Balangiga. And on top of all of that, the townspeople just didnât want the Americans there.
So, one night, several Filipino men dressed like women and carried a number of undersized coffins to the town church. When American guards stopped the cross-dressed men, they told the Filipinos in disguise to open the coffins. Inside, the sentries saw the actual corpses of children. But also hidden in the boxes were the blades the men would hand out to other men gathering at the church. The Filipinos told the guards that the children had died from cholera, which startled the Americans and cut the impromptu investigation short. The mourners were told to carry on.
Despite being at a severe disadvantage in weaponry, the Filipinos attacked before dawn and chased the Americans out, killing close to fifty marines using mostly just machetes. It was the bloodiest single skirmish suffered by American forces during the Philippine-American War.
"Occupied territory is occupied territory, even though it be found in that New World which the Europeans conquered," writes James Baldwin, "and it is axiomatic, in occupied territory, that any act of resistance, even though it be executed by a child, be answered at once, and with the full weight of the occupying forces." In response to the battle at Balangiga, General Jacob Smith immediately ordered his marines to return and kill every Filipino over the age of ten and to turn the landscape into "a howling wilderness."
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Today, Iâm in a cafe to write my way through this essay, and a tall, thin, white man probably in his twenties works in the kitchen. His scruff grows around a narrow chin. His hair is pulled up into a short ponytail. When he turns around, I can see his t-shirt for the heavy metal band, Dead Child. I can see him draw the knife to chop the vegetables, assemble a new sandwich, and wipe down the chopping board.
Hereâs what itâs like to be Filipino and curious about history. Most everything you see in your daily life, including what ends up in the news or in books or on social media or in the songs and diatribes of white people, has a second story. How often I enter a room and that story seems to have never been told. Or the story is finally read but with utter disbelief. Or irony. Or pity. I am at once amazed at the complexity and multiplicity of this countryâs history and at the same time exhausted â and sometimes devastated â by having to walk among white people as if I havenât witnessed something that they havenât seen yet. I watch the video of a boy shot by police at Fruitvale Station or a man strangled by police in New York. Sometimes I see a brick wall in northeast Philadelphia with a giant confederate flag painted on it or I see something simple as a concert t-shirt. Did any of it happen? Is it really there? Like a mad man. I feel like a mad man. Or I feel like Iâm not a man at all.
Iâve had to hone my seeing twice, like most people of color, but I want to be clear that I have never been at risk the way that Michael Brown was at risk or the way other young African American men have been and continue to be at risk. The fact that I can choose to name what I see already eases me out of a danger that Michael Brown, at the hands of police power, couldnât escape. But I am directly descended from people who were named savage, criminal, bandit, freak, expendable. It was one hundred fifteen years ago a representative of the state held a black child upside down so other representatives of the state could shoot at him.
I would argue that in one hundred and fifteen years, the state has not changed the way it turns a man or woman into an animal in order to justify its own brutality.
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A child snatched from a mother and gleefully fired upon by a group of drunken soldiers, the casual order to slaughter anybody over the age of ten, an eighteen-year-old gunned down by some half dozen bullets at close range â these are by no means equivalent horrors. But they do make a nation of ghosts. Those ghosts are made citizens of a bloody country by the charters of American silence. Those ghosts knock on my door. They talk to me when Iâm awake and when I sleep. When I study history, Iâm studying where the ghosts come from. Iâm looking for their names. Iâm looking for evidence of their bodies. When I, as a poet, study history, Iâm calling the ghosts to come closer. And Iâve promised, when they donât approach, I will go to them.
- See more at: http://hyphenmagazine.com/blog/archive/2014/08/bitter-fruits-ferguson-and-ghosts-philippine-american-war#sthash.lpyYS9ba.dpuf
Heavy read, but necessary read.
Reality of Race Riots in the US...
"The reality is that the most damaging race riots in U.S. history have been led by whites against people of color. In 1923, in Levy County, Florida, a white woman accused a black man of sexually assaulting her. Over two-hundred whites descended upon the city of Rosewood, the town in which the alleged assailant resided, and incited a riot that resulted in the deaths of at least six blacks and two whites. The riot also completely destroyed Rosewood which was later abandoned.
In Bellingham, Washington in 1907, hundreds of whites marched against Sikh immigrant workers, demanding they be fired immediately. When their demands werenât met, a mob of 150 whites rioted, assaulting Sikh workers and corralling them into the basement of Bellingham City Hall. Police officers cooperated with the rioters, using the same rationale that would be used 40 years later to imprison Japanese Americans in concentration camps: that holding the Sikhs in captivity would reduce violence. No rioters were brought to trial, and their actions were widely supported by white people in Bellingham, some of whom claimed Sikh men had insulted white women.
In 1951,  4,000 whites rioted to srop a black family from moving into the all-white Cicero neighborhood of Chicago. Police did next to nothing to stop the rioters who also stoned the firemen who called in to put out the fires started by the rioters. It took the Illinois National Guard to finally put an end to the violence."
-from "So, I Ask You, What if Trayvon Martin Was Asian" by Scot Nakagawa
http://www.racefiles.com/2013/07/14/so-i-ask-you-what-if-trayvon-martin-was-asian/Â