Randy Weston, the old master from Brooklyn on the piano, Joshue Ashby, the young virtuoso violinist from Colon: new ground trod, an old flame kept alive.
Thursday night with Randy Weston and Joshue Ashby
photos by Victor Brown
Brooklyn, by way of Africa and Colon, by way of Boston, met at The Crossroads of the World, in the City of Knowledge Ateneo on January 14. In part it was a fusion of fusions, Randy Weston’s African-influenced jazz and Joshue Ashby’s mixture of classical, jazz and Panamanian folk influences. The two acts did mix it up a bit but it was Joshue Ashby and his Colonenses warming up for Randy Weston and his African Rhythms band — Weston on piano, Alex Blake playing the bass, Neil Clarke’s percussion, Talib Kibwe on sax and flute and Robert Trowers blowing the Trombone. Weston, an elder statesman and a son of the Afro-Antillean diaspora, was the festival’s featured atist. Ashby was the featured example of the talent that jazz festivals past and the Danilo Pérez Foundation in general has developed.
Joshue Ashby and the C3 Project
Randy Weston
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At a little after 5 p.m. on Janauary 29 a fire broke out in a home in Icandi, a village on Lake Bayano in the Guna comarca of Madungandi. As often happens in Guna villages, which tend to be made of wood and thatch houses and community buildings that are crowded close together, the fire quickly spread. Nobody was hurt or killed, but more than 30 homes were destroyed in this fire, the second such devastation for Icandi. Now the questions are where and how to rebuild, and what resources will be available for reconstruction.
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Magistrate Harry Díaz. Photo by the Supreme Court.
Harry Díaz’s rebellion
In an October 2014 interview with La Prensa — for which he is now being accused of a crime — Supreme Court magistrate had this exchange with the newspaper’s Flor Mizrachi:
LP: In general, what are the magistrates’ bad practices? HD: Hiding files and selling judgments. LP: What purpose do the magistrates’ trips serve? HD: Supposedly they are for work. LP: When is the court going to collapse? HD: Now. It has been for some time. LP: What’s missing? HD: That people come and shut us down. That’s the only thing.
Díaz was talking about a court over which José Ayú Prado presided at the time. With the new year came an election in which Díaz opposed Ayú Prado for the court’s presidency for the next two years, but the latter was re-elected. Most court reformer advocates found Ayú Prado’s re-election repugnant. Then Díaz made angry statements, mixing personal disappointment, more specific charges of misconduct by Ayú Prado from before he was on the court and serving as Ricardo Martinelli’s attorney general, and lurid gossip about how one former colleage called a current one a pedophile.
As to Díaz’s tales of corruption, it was said that he was either complicit or silent until moved by a personal grudge not to be. But he had been talking about the general problem for more than a year before that election among magistates. The pedophilia rumors that Diáz publicized may indeed be about criminal activity but they are the sorts of things that Panamanian culture does not accept as subjects of public discussion, especially when unaccompanied by ironclad proofs. The complaints about the high court leadership election were both an expression of widely held public concerns and crybaby talk by someone who lost an election.
Díaz has now been charged with crimes by fellow magistrates, under Panama’s benighted criminal defamation laws. But the embattled magistrate has picked up the gauntlet, volunteered to testify before the legislature’s Credentials Committee and issued a five-page open letter to the nation.
The open letter is partly self-serving, partly civic-minded. Díaz points out some faults with the way that the court is run and offers some suggested solutions. Some of these would be positive administrative rules to deter judicial corruption. Some are based on naive notions that law can be separated from politics or that the selection of ideal magistrates can somehow approach an exact science.
A lot of the wrath that has come Harry Díaz’s way is the typical lot of whistle blowers everywhere. People whose real complaint is that they don’t want their own misconduct discussed at any time or in any manner insincerely ask “Why didn’t you say something before?” People attack the person with guilty knowledge and urge that such knowledge be categorically discounted because of the character of the person who reveals it.
Harry Díaz is not going to be a perfect witness. The serious charges that he makes should not be taken at face value without any attempt to corroborate them with extrinsic proofs. But there is already a body of independent evidence about the sorts of things that Dáiz alleges on the public record — witnesses to judicial misconduct, documentary evidence of files that have gone missing in the high court, financial records of third parties that suggest bribery in that institution, circumstances like courthouse security videos “gone missing” in order to “disprove” charges that Martinelli’s man Salo Shamah made frequent visits to the court when he had no proper business there.
Harry Díaz may not come out of the process smelling like a rose, but his allegations deserve a complete and serious investigaton.
Hillary’s server, again
People can try — and have tried — to read tea leaves or construct conspiracy theories about delays in the release of emails from Hillary Clinton’s private Internet server. However, on the afternoon of the Friday before the Monday of hotly contested Iowa caucuses, the Obama administration said that notwithstanding Mrs. Clinton’s earlier denials, her home server contained government secrets that were supposed to be carefully guarded. That private Internet server was vulnerable to prying by hackers, although we don’t know if its security was actually breached. Compounding Hillary’s problem was an announcement that 22 emails were so sensitive that they could not be released, and that State Department investigators would now look into whether any of the material in those emails was classified at the time they went through the unofficial server. It looks bad, and comes at a bad time for her presidential campaign.
Let us understand certain GOP screeds and distinguish those from proper thinking. Many Republicans will scream treason, but this is not treason. Treason is narrowly defined in US law as making war against the United States — like, arguably, that Bundy crowd — or adhering to and giving material aid to America’s enemies in times of declared war. The ultra-right likes to scream treason a lot because they are vicious totalitarians and treason is a death penalty offense. These people are the spiritual heirs ot the people who lynched Schwerner, Chaney and Goodman. Hillary’s critics on the Democratic side may momentarily have some adversaries in common, but have hardly anything in common with the far right or with what they think and say.
So did Hillary commit a crime? That’s debatable. Even if the material in those 22 emails was classified at the time, liability largely would hinge around knowledge and intent. We should leave those arguments to lawyers in judicial settings. The issue before the voters is not who is a criminal but the relative qualities of the judgment of those who would be president of the United States.
Hillary Clinton showed dangerously bad judgment. For starters, the main purpose of that private server was to evade the Freedom of Information act and hide non-classified public business from public view. She’s neither careful about protecting the nation’s secrets nor forthcoming with information that it’s the public’s right to have. Sure, she has all this international experience. But in the course of it she has never done very well. Hillary’s experiences are not qualifications and this is but one more example of his.
Bear in mind…
Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful committed people can change the world: indeed it’s the only thing that ever has!
Margaret Mead
I never teach my pupils. I only attempt to provide the conditions in which they can learn.
Albert Einstein
Farming looks mighty easy when your plow is a pencil, and you’re a thousand miles from the corn field.
Dwight D. Eisenhower
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Paul Kantner murió ayer en su natal San Francisco. Para entender la generación de estadounidenses que se resistió a la guerra de Vietnam, y para entender la campaña de Bernie Sanders de hoy, ayuda a entender lo que Pablo Kantner representaba.
“Wooden Ships” –buques de madera– es uno de los himnos clásicos contra la guerra. Paul Kantner era el autor de las letras. Se trata de un encuentro entre dos soldados en las secuelas de una guerra atroz que dejó la tierra envenenado y todo de metal con un brillo radiactivo.
Si me sonríes, sabes lo entenderé Porque eso es algo que todos en todas partes se hacen en la misma lengua
Puedo ver por tu abrigo, mi amigo, que estás del otro lado Sólo hay una cosa que tengo que saber –¿Me puede decir por favor, quién ganó la guerra?
Paul Kantner y su esposa y compañero de banda en el momento, Grace Slick, estaban allí para la lucha, prestando asistencia cuando estábamos encarcelados, impulsándonos hacia adelante con su música.
Vaya con Dios, Paul Kantner.
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Three generations of Danilo Pérezes, with wives and mothers. The middle Danilo was proud to show off his “galactic” new shoes. Patricia Zarate, a saxophonist, educator, healer and mother of the third generation Danilo, ran the Latin American Music Therapy Congress that was held in conjunction with the festival. The first generation Danilo, an educator and noteworthy singer, plays a management role in the festivals and foundation and is credited by his son as inspiring these events.
Vic Brown’s Panama Jazz Festival scenes (2): the Wednesday gala
photos by Victor Brown
Multifaceted Puerto Rican singer Danny Rivera.
Danny Rivera and Danilo Pérez Jr.
Danny Rivera and Joshue Ashby.
Mayor Blandón presents Brooklyn jazz pianist Randy Weston with a key to the city.
The Pan-American Detroit Big Band, composed of students and professors from Wayne State University and the Berklee Global Jazz Institute.
How it’s done.
Danny Rivera and Danilo Pérez Sr. perform”Historia de un Amor.” Rivera gave Danilo Pérez Jr. one of his big breaks in music by having the latter accompany him when he was a 14-yearr-old piano prodigy.
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One of the symptoms of a Zika virus infection. Photo by Alexius Salvador.
Briefing to the WHO Executive Board on the Zika situation
by Margaret Chan — director of the World Health Organization
Distinguished members of the board, representatives of member states, ladies and gentlemen,
Welcome to this briefing on the Zika situation. I will give you a brief history of this disease and explain why WHO is so deeply concerned.
The Zika virus was first isolated in 1947 from a monkey in the Zika forest of Uganda. Its historical home has been in a narrow equatorial belt stretching across Africa and into equatorial Asia.
For decades, the disease, transmitted by the Aedes genus of mosquito, slumbered, affecting mainly monkeys. In humans, Zika occasionally caused a mild disease of low concern.
In 2007, Zika expanded its geographical range to cause the first documented outbreak in the Pacific islands, in the Federated States of Micronesia. From 2013-2014, four additional Pacific island nations documented large Zika outbreaks.
In French Polynesia, the Zika outbreak was associated with neurological complications at a time when the virus was co-circulating with dengue. That was a unique feature, but difficult to interpret.
The situation today is dramatically different. Last year, the virus was detected in the Americas, where it is now spreading explosively. As of today, cases have been reported in 23 countries and territories in the region.
The level of alarm is extremely high.
Arrival of the virus in some places has been associated with a steep increase in the birth of babies with abnormally small heads and in cases of Guillain-Barre syndrome.
A causal relationship between Zika virus infection and birth malformations and neurological syndromes has not yet been established, but is strongly suspected.
The possible links, only recently suspected, have rapidly changed the risk profile of Zika, from a mild threat to one of alarming proportions. The increased incidence of microcephaly is particularly alarming, as it places a heart-breaking burden on families and communities.
WHO is deeply concerned about this rapidly evolving situation for four main reasons:
the possible association of infection with birth malformations and neurological syndromes
the potential for further international spread given the wide geographical distribution of the mosquito vector
the lack of population immunity in newly affected areas
and the absence of vaccines, specific treatments, and rapid diagnostic tests.
Moreover, conditions associated with this year’s El Niño weather pattern are expected to increase mosquito populations greatly in many areas.
The level of concern is high, as is the level of uncertainty. Questions abound. We need to get some answers quickly.
For all these reasons, I have decided to convene an Emergency Committee under the International Health Regulations. The committee will meet in Geneva on Monday, 1 February.
I am asking the committee for advice on the appropriate level of international concern and for recommended measures that should be undertaken in affected countries and elsewhere. I will also ask the committee to prioritize areas where research is most urgently needed.
Decisions concerning the committee’s advice to me will be made public on our website.
Thank you.
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I was a junior in college when the reality of today’s economic and social injustice hit me squarely in the gut with soul crushing force. After managing through my own set of difficult circumstances — escaping the cycle of poverty and dysfunction that included abandonment by my mother, gang-involvement, a stint on juvenile parole, a teenage abortion and becoming a high school drop-out — I was working several jobs to get myself through school at the University of Southern California.
One of those jobs was assessing kids involved in a long-term study on the impact of early learning on brain development. As a research assistant I would go to the kids’ homes and periodically assess their progress. Many of our participants lived in neighboring South Central Los Angeles where poverty, violence and drugs were rampant, but given my own experience growing up in similar conditions, that type of environment didn’t shock my senses very much.
I arrived at my assigned child’s house one day and began my normal routine of introducing myself to the parent and figuring out where in the home was best to do the assessment. I was used to working just about anywhere given that most homes I went to were tiny and cramped and generally didn’t have a lot of room to work with, but on this occasion I noticed right off the bat that this was going to be different.
As soon as I walked into the tiny one-bedroom, single-story apartment, I looked around and saw things everywhere — dirty clothes, dishes, shoes, plastic and paper bags, and what seemed like countless other things — on just about every surface imaginable. There literally was not a single space to clear off or rearrange and the house smelled like it hadn’t been exposed to fresh air in weeks, so I decided to work with the child on the apartment stoop.
The child was about 5 years old — a young black boy who even despite his living conditions had a smile on his face and a twinkle in his eye. I made my way through my standard questions — “How often do you read?” “Sometimes, when I’m in school.” “How often does your mom read with you?” “Never.” “Do you enjoy reading?” “Yes.” “How much? On a scale of sad face to happy face, point to the face that shows how much you enjoy reading.” He pointed to happy face. So on and so forth. When we got to the end, I told him he did great and began to put away my things.
As I was packing, he abruptly pointed to something and said, “Can I have that?” I didn’t have anything special so I looked at him confused and asked, “Have what?” “That.” He said, still pointing. I looked down again and saw that my happy face assessment sheet was at the top of my stack of papers. I immediately realized he wanted to keep my sheet – my black and white, photo-copied a thousand times over, sheet that had sad to happy faces on it. Then I realized how anxious he seemed that I might say no, so I asked, “Do you have any books at all in there?” “No.” “Do you have anything to read at all? A magazine or something?” “No.” “Do you have toys? Or anything to play with?” “No.” “Do you have anything at all? Like crayons or pens or something?” “No.”
And then it struck me: this bright kid, this happy, starry-eyed kid, this kid with all the potential in the world, had nothing. He had a filthy, dirty apartment with no active parenting, no role models around, and I was about to make his week just by giving him my happy face sheet. So I said, “Well of course you can have my sheet!” Then I started to furiously dig around my bag to see what else I could find. I found some neon highlighters he could color with, a few extra happy face sheets, and some red and blue pens.
I gave it all to him. Then I said, “Ok, I have to go now. Have fun coloring your sheets. And remember to read at school every chance you get!” He happily nodded as he walked back into his filthy apartment. I walked to the sidewalk, sat on the curb, and sobbed uncontrollably. I sobbed with despair I hadn’t felt, well, ever. I knew as soon as I walked away what was likely in store for that kid — I knew the odds were against him, just like they were against me. I knew that statistically-speaking, he was likelier to end up in prison or dead than end up attending college. I knew that I had just witnessed the human tragedy that is wasted potential.
And I knew I was powerless to do anything about it. Until I realized that I wasn’t.
Until I realized that change is achieved one person at a time, one day at a time, and one vote at a time.
I think about this boy all the time. I wonder if he beat the odds. I wonder where he is. I wonder if he’s still alive. He still makes my heart hurt. I thought about him when I first heard Bernie Sanders speak.
Choosing which candidate to support for president was one of the most difficult tasks I have done in the recent past. I’ve always been strong in my resolve, firmly planted in my roots and guided by my sense of justice. I have never made a political decision based on what was the “smart” or “safe” thing to do (just ask any of my often times dismayed political advisors) and I have always done what I believed aligned with my values and my ideals. But this decision was difficult because both Bernie Sanders and Hillary Clinton are both accomplished and worthy candidates, and both are light years ahead of any of the Republican choices. And as the first Latina elected to the Nevada legislature in the history of the state, and as a young woman who has struggled mightily in this male-dominated world of politics, Hillary inspires a lot of pride.
But only one of these candidates makes me think of that young boy in South Central Los Angeles — and that’s Bernie Sanders. We used to live in a country where the “American Dream” was attainable for most. We used to live in a country where you could make it if you tried, where upward mobility was a tangible thing, and where education was the key to success.
But that’s not the America we live in anymore. Fewer and fewer Americans are able to break the cycle of poverty, wages are stagnant or declining for most except for the top 1%, and our political system is dominated by millionaires and billionaires. Secure retirements and pensions are becoming a thing of the past, and that key to success via education is instead becoming a weight of massive debt hanging around the necks of young people everywhere, myself included. How did we end up in a country where you can break the cycle of poverty only to end up in a cycle of debt?
I believe that Bernie Sanders wakes up every day with these things on his mind. That the unfairness of it all weighs on his heart, just like it does mine, and that when he is elected, he will do whatever it takes to make America the land of opportunity again. I believe that Bernie Sanders will lead the charge, with many millions of Americans behind him, against the unfettered Wall Street greed that has threatened the very existence of the middle class and shackled so many more to permanent poverty. I believe that now, more than ever, America needs a political revolution.
I hope you will join me.
Lucy Flores, the first Latina to serve in the Nevada legislature, is running for Congress in that state’s Fourth Congressional District.
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