Escape from Draconia

Tony Blair’s idea of throwing British Muslims in jail for three months without charge has been resoundingly rejected.

Hecklers shouted, ‘We aren’t a police state!’The House of Commons rejected a crucial provision of the government’s anti-terrorism bill today by a vote of 322-291, handing the once-invincible Prime Minister Tony Blair his first Commons defeat since he came to power eight years ago…

49 Labor members broke ranks and helped reject the government’s proposal, which would have increased to 90 days the time that terror suspects can be held without charge… Immediately after defeating the 90-day plan, the House of Commons passed an alternative proposal… to extend the detention period to 28 days…

To jeers and heckling from his opponents, one of whom shouted out, “We aren’t a police state!” Mr. Blair made it clear he believed that extreme times called for extreme measures… “Let’s not pretend that we can win the war on terror by passing every single law the government throws up,” Mr. Davis said. [Link]

I would have taken great pride in writing, ‘England learns well from its former colony,’ but that was only true before massive spying on ordinary Americans, legalized torture, secret CIA prisons, secret evidence, gag rules, suspension of jury trials and the Fascist Act.

How very un-American America has become worshipping the false god of political advantage. In casting off one draconian ruler, how did we become its student? In fighting another evil empire, did we become one ourselves? Stripping away what makes this America is a mark of weakness, not strength. The real problem is not police powers, it’s bureaucratic ineffectiveness. ‘In this present crisis, government is not the solution to our problem; government is the problem.’

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That’s All Folks!

So I’ve finished up all the popcorn and the lime soda here at the North Dakota headquarters. I looked for Ennis’s magic mirror, but the only one I found cracked. I broke into Abhi’s weight room and accidentally dialed up the poundage–hopefully he’s as prepared for two gees as zero. I rifled through Sajit’s files but could not find the combo to the safe and ended up breaking the drawer. I tried to steal Anna’s cranberry pickle, but just ended up leaving finger prints all over the mango. I snuck into Manish’s marble bathtub, but spilled his sandalwood oil all over myself.  I tried to nap in Vinod’s comfy bed, only to realize he has surveillance cameras. In other words, I better get the hell out of here before they paddle me again.

But not without leaving a present for the gracious hosts and readers. There’s one blog that I never managed to mention in a post. I just never found the right hook. But it’s a great blog and it’s got a lot of South Asian talent on it. It’s called 3 Quarks Daily, and it’s edited by Pakistani-born Manhattanite Abbas Raza. Much of the time it’s just a filter blog, citing amazing articles with one line comments. Very geeky, very worldly, very artistic, and veddy veddy good.  For that alone it’s valuable. On Mondays, however, they post all original material. This last Monday, for example, Abbas’s sister Azra wrote up part I of a report on the War on Cancer. Azra and Sughra Raza figure in a moving tale of Desi American collaboration which is described here and here

On Halloween Abbas remembered a scary return to JFK from Pakistan three years ago. It doesn’t quite go where you think it’s going.

Hmm, that sounds like Abhi pulling in with the pick-up. And I think Manish has caught the trail of escaped perfume. I better run! Tata, hosts and readers, and thanks for all the spicy snacks!

 

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Don’t Cut My Hyphen, S’Il Vous Plait

 French Sikh Boys Expelled From SchoolLike a lot of Americans, I’ve been keeping an astonished eye on the car-burning in Paris and France that is approaching the fortnight mark. Saurabh at Rhinocrisy has noted that a certain segment of the blogosphere, headed by Internment-Cheerleader-In-Chief Michelle Malkin, is having a field day.  What an opportunity to clumsily conflate France’s antipathy towards  certain war policies with imagined Gallic championship of any and every liberal cause as articulated in America. Just because the French have embraced the same notions of universal health care that some American liberals have, obviously they epitomize the multicultural state American liberals champion. Since Democrats like French bread and wine they must love French cultural policies.  /sarcasm.  But as those of us who actually pay attention to identity politics in France know, the French model is not quite the California-cuisine tossed diversity salad that American cultural purists love to hate on. Saurabh and the Francophilic Phoebe Maltz call a spade a spade:

I hate to be trite, but this picture is simply at odds with reality. France has been anything but multiculturalist, and in fact has been quite uniform in demanding that its Muslim minority conform, damnit, to the standards of French culture.(Link.)

Despite its shunning of hyphenated identity and insistence that all of its citizens are equally–and nothing butFrench, France has a problem: whenever a minority group in country is involved in a conflict–one its members started, of which its members are victims, or a combination–the possibility of that group up and leaving is immediately brought up.(Link)

(It is, of course, as absurd to lump together all of France as to lump together all of India–the land that gives us LePen also gave us Zola.) Many observers  warn that it is a mistake to view these (so far relatively non-injurious) rioters as Islamic or Arab or Brown or Immigrant so much as poor  and unemployed. But I have to wonder if, by shunning the hyphen, France has forced the French children of immigrants to make an overly stressful choice. We affiliates of Sepia Industries might be considered connoisseurs of the hyphenated life-style. A hyphen is a useful prop, like a towel, that you can move about and rework as the situation demands. Sometimes you want it out, front and center, and sometimes it can stay in your purse. Immigration is hard, and tools can help. It was Hyphen Magazine’s blog which reminded me of the South Asian connection to the Parisian riots.

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But…you two just don’t look very happy

Canadian resident Parminder Singh Pannu is not a happy man. He misses his new bride who is still stuck in India. The Canadian government won’t let her into the country to live with her man because they don’t believe the two are legitimately married. Why the suspicion? Well, just look at their wedding picture. They don’t look very happy. The Vancouver Sun reports:

Delta resident Parminder Singh Pannu thought his luck had changed when he married his second wife Ranjit in India in November 2002.

Almost three years earlier, his first wife Anupinder died of breast cancer at 43, leaving him a widower. And three years before that, he nearly died when he was sliced from head to hip by a dagger at Surrey’s Guru Nanak temple during a protest by fundamentalist Sikhs.

But Pannu is more frustrated than ever now because the federal Immigration Department is refusing to allow his 36-year-old bride into the country, calling the marriage bogus

“Your marriage is not genuine and was entered into primarily for the purpose of acquiring permanent residence in Canada,” a 2005 rejection letter states…

One of the government rejection letters said the pair looks too stiff in some pictures to be a real married couple.

Pannu tried to explain to the Immigration people that Sikhs aren’t down with PDA. THAT is why they look so stiff:

Family friend and community activist Gurnam Singh Sanghera said the comment is outrageous and shows the Canadian official does not understand Sikh culture, in which public shows of affection are not typical.

I have probably never hugged my wife in public,” Sanghera said Sunday. “How can they tell this from a picture? Are they psychic?”

Pannu’s son Byron is getting married pretty soon:

Byron is getting engaged in December and was hoping his stepmother could finally be here to perform the role of mother in the ceremony marking his pending marriage.

I have just one piece of advice for Byron: Smile during the wedding pics.

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State of the union

You’re probably familiar with State of Bengal’s iconic drum ‘n bass fusion track, ‘Flight IC408,’ on Talvin Singh’s Anokha. The airport sample below was good for one correct answer on Amardeep’s quiz. Listen here.

[In thickly accented English] Your attention please… Your attention please… Indian Airlines announces the departure of their flight IC408 to Calcutta.

This kickass DJ is spinning at a live show tomorrow in Manhattan. It’s in honor of the third anniversary of Third I New York, the screening group for desi indie films.

Sam, aka State of Bengal… [was] a cutting edge producer/DJ at the infamous ‘Anokha’ club nights… His eruptive tracks ‘Flight IC408’ and ‘Chittagong Chill’, featured on Talvin Singh’s Anokha compilation… remain anthems. State Of Bengal is finalizing his new… album, Skip-IJ… His [set will include] his new tracks.

Also playing: videos for M.I.A., Cornershop, Asian Dub Foundation, Karmacy, Lal, Geto Boys, Gurpreet & Jugular.

State of Bengal at the Sullivan Room, 218 Sullivan btwn Bleecker and W. 3rd, Manhattan; Thursday, Nov. 10, 10pm, videos at 11; $10
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The Language Advantage

An article in Indian Express discusses the barriers to transforming the world of work something we’ve long suspected –

”Companies are finding that despite India’s one-billion population, the effective employable pool for white-collar workers is smaller than anticipated. This is causing salaries to ratchet upwards”. At the same time, there is a large mass of educated and unemployed people or those stuck in jobs well below their skill and qualification.

Educated and yet unemployed / underemployed? The article asserts that the core reason is English language skills and provides a startling figure –

Salary differences between equally qualified (non-professional/technical) candidates can be as high as 400 to 500 per cent. In fact, the more fancied jobs in airlines, hotels, media, banks and financial services only to those who know English, the rest are forced into less fancied assignments.

…The best jobs with the upmarket shopping malls, multiational fast-food chains and tony restaurants go to those who can speak English along with the mandatory fluency in local languages. The job market in the services sector is likely to expand furiously as malls, multiplexes, food courts, and large retail chains expand operations across India, moving from the cities to larger towns. This growth will only accelerate if the government eventually permits Foreign Direct Investment in the Retail Sector, letting in large retail chains such as Wal-Mart.

The English advantage really drives home the cultural globalization at work within India. Such a large pay differential implies – particularly when seen in retail & services sectors – that there are domestic, well-to-do desi consumers who pay a premium to interact with confident English speakers as part of their business experience. Message to your bro’s back home – Learn English – 400-500% is a far bigger differential than, for ex., the diff between undergrad and grad degrees.

On the flip side, I suppose some sorts of anti-globalization advocates would wipe out the 400 to 500% differential by keeping the Wal-Mart’s out and keeping everyone equally poor.

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Pakistan quake vigil



Candlelight vigils for the Pakistan earthquake were held in 25 cities worldwide tonight. In NYC’s Union Square, chic midtown suits sold fundraising bracelets, listening somberly and flirting subtly. One white paramedic who volunteered in the relief effort spoke of doing amputations in the open air without anesthesia, of villagers hoisting near-dead relatives upon their backs and hauling them seven hours down the mountains to the paramedic camp. After the speeches, Nusrat sang quietly in the background.

A buddy of mine, Monis Rahman, penned this first-person account of volunteering in the mountains:

Two weeks earlier, a Sungi volunteer named Tariq took a helicopter filled with relief supplies to one of the mountain villages. The villagers rushed the helicopter, which was hovering slightly above the ground… Amidst the chaos, one fell to the ground. As Tariq reached to help him up, the rear rotor blade of the helicopter struck his head. He died instantly…

… we saw smoke coming out from a distant peak. Yasir casually asked Farooq if it was a volcano erupting. Our village guides immediately stopped, clearly terrified by the possibility of another catastrophe. There had been rumors in these areas that a volcano would erupt to further punish the villagers for their sins. Most of them believed that something they did as a community was responsible for the devastation they faced… I quickly pointed out that it was just a man-made fire… [Link]

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With whiteboard in hand

I am a HUGE Tim Russert fan. I’ll admit it. I want to grow up to be like him someday. No time like the present to begin. So here goes. For the next 24 hours, with my virtual whiteboard in hand, I will be Live Blogging election results from around the country. I may declare a winner with only 5% of the precincts reporting in some areas of the country, but it doesn’t matter. Because this is a blog I can correct myself in real-time and nobody will ever know. Check back at this post for frequent updates and results for additional candidates. You can send me the links to any South Asians who I am missing over our tip line.

Virginia State Assembly

Supriya Christopher ((D)) 6,605 44% lost
Sal Iaquinto ((R)) 8,271 55%
Officially: 15 out of 15 precincts reporting

Houston City Council:

John Elford 19,699 14%
Sue Lovell 44,939 32%
Jay Aiyer 36,101 26%
James B. Neal 13,721 10%
Poli Acosta 24,663 18%
Runoff Election
Officially: 677 out of 677 precincts reporting

John Shike 1,691 17%
M.J. Khan 6,989 69% won
K.A. Khan 1,403 14%
Officially: 41 out of 41 precincts reporting–> All three candidates were of Pakistani origin!

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Watch Out Now, Hrithik

We go from the strangely disturbing to the just plain strange today on the Mutiny. Right on time for dinner!

An Indian boy considers his rare birth defect to be an advantage. Devender Harne, 10, was born with 25 fingers and toes — six fingers on each hand, six toes on one foot and seven on the other.

Video of the child here. Of course he’s going to take the brown view of things: at school.jpg

Though it would be considered an abnormality to some, Devender says it allows him to work faster than the average child.

Despite his super powers, Devender is a pretty ordinary kid:

The extra digits on his hands and feet don’t hinder his daily life. Like any normal 10-year-old, he goes to school, plays sports and spends time with his friends.

As tipster BJ said– another one twenty-five for the world of Guiness. Brilliant!

The Guinness Book of World Records has contacted the boy’s family and is investigating whether he has the most useful fingers and toes in the world.

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Uncle Gallows-wallah

Singapore’s hangman is a semi-retired 73 year old desi named Darshan Singh. This man, who looks like any other jolly uncle on the street, has executed over 850 prisoners in his 46 years at the job.

Darshan Singh holds the world’s record for executions: 18 men in one day, three at a time. He takes real pride in his work, bragging that he has never botched an execution. The government pays him $312 for each execution and he gets to dress casually at his job, “often just a T-shirt, shorts, sports shoes and knee-length socks.” [Link]

His next execution is likely to be that of convicted Australian drug trafficker Van Tuong Nguyen.

Nguyen will meet Mr Singh a few days before he is executed and will be asked if he would like to donate his organs.

On the day before his execution, Mr Singh will lead him to a set of scales close to his death-row cell to weigh him.

Mr Singh will use the Official Table of Drops, published by the British Home Office in 1913, to calculate the correct length of rope for the hanging. “I am going to send you to a better place than this. God bless you.”

On the day of Nguyen’s execution, Mr Singh will be picked up by a government vehicle and driven to the prison, arriving at 2am local time (0400 AEST) to prepare the gallows.

Shortly before 6am, he will handcuff Nguyen’s hands behind his back and lead him on his final short walk to the gallows, just a few metres from the cell.

… Darshan Singh will place a rope around the 25-year-old’s neck and say the words he has spoken to more than 850 condemned prisoners during his 46 years as Singapore’s chief executioner.

“I am going to send you to a better place than this. God bless you.”

[According to his colleague:] “Death has always come instantaneously and painlessly. In that split second, at precisely 6am, it’s all over.” [Link]

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