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Racism Is Bigger Than Bigotry

In 1973, while preparing to travel to Cuba with the Venceremos Brigade, I underwent extensive political education on race, class, imperialism, and American society. Among the most memorable lessons came from members of the Black Panther Party. They distinguished personal prejudice and bigotry from something broader and more deeply rooted: racism as a system—something embedded in institutions, laws, customs, economic arrangements, and accepted ways of doing things.

That distinction has stayed with me for more than half a century because it explains something that our ordinary public vocabulary often conceals. Americans commonly use the word racist to describe an openly prejudiced person: someone who uses racial slurs, expresses hatred, refuses to associate with people of another race, or consciously believes one race is superior to another. Those behaviors are certainly manifestations of racism. But when racism is reduced to such behavior, the larger system disappears from view.

The lesson I heard in 1973 belonged to a broader Black Power analysis already articulated by Stokely Carmichael, later known as Kwame Ture, and political scientist Charles V. Hamilton. In their 1967 book Black Power, they distinguished “individual racism” from “institutional racism.” Individual racism, they wrote, is generally visible and attributable to particular people. Institutional racism is more subtle, arising through the operation of established and respected institutions. As they observed, people who would never personally bomb a church or attack a Black family could nevertheless support institutions and officials that perpetuated racial inequality.[1]

For purposes of clarity, I use prejudice to mean a preconceived judgment about a group; bigotry to mean a stubborn and often hostile attachment to such judgments; and discrimination to mean unequal treatment. I use racism more broadly to describe the network of attitudes, practices, institutions, and distributions of power through which racial hierarchy is created or reproduced.

These categories overlap. Psychological definitions often describe racism as a form of racial prejudice, while also recognizing institutionalized racism in schools, health care, employment, law enforcement, and other systems. Sociologists tend to place greater emphasis on racism’s systemic character—on the way interconnected institutions produce unequal access to resources and unequal life chances.[2]

The point, therefore, is not that personal racism does not exist. It plainly does. The point is that personal bigotry is only one level at which racism operates.

The inadequacy of “I’m not a racist”

When someone says, “I’m not a racist,” the statement usually means something like this: I do not hate Black people. I do not use racial slurs. I would not deliberately mistreat someone because of race.

That may be entirely sincere. It is also an answer to the least demanding question.

The larger question is not merely whether I consciously hate anyone. It is whether the institutions I inhabit, support, benefit from, or leave unexamined continue to distribute wealth, security, education, health, opportunity, and punishment along racial lines.

A person can be free of conscious racial hostility and still participate in a racially unequal system. A loan officer may treat every applicant politely while applying standards shaped by decades of discriminatory lending. A real estate agent may never utter a racial slur while steering clients toward different neighborhoods. A school official may care about every child while administering district boundaries created by residential segregation. A physician may sincerely believe in equal treatment while relying on a medical algorithm that underestimates the needs of Black patients.

That is why innocence of intention cannot be the sole measure of racism. Intent matters, but systems also have histories, incentives, routines, and consequences.

Redlining: prejudice converted into geography

Redlining is one of the clearest examples of racism becoming structural.

During the 1930s, federal agencies and local real estate professionals classified neighborhoods according to their supposed mortgage risk. Neighborhoods containing Black residents, immigrants, or other groups regarded as undesirable were frequently given the lowest ratings. Redlining did not merely deny particular individuals a mortgage. It denied credit and investment to entire communities. The federal government’s own housing materials acknowledge that the 1938 Federal Housing Administration underwriting manual incorporated racially discriminatory policies.[3]

The consequences extended far beyond the original mortgage decision. Families denied affordable mortgages were less able to purchase homes, accumulate equity, borrow against that equity, finance education, start businesses, or pass property to their children. Neighborhoods denied investment experienced deteriorating housing, weaker commercial development and, in many cases, reduced public and private services.

Meanwhile, families admitted to federally supported suburban housing markets accumulated appreciating assets. Those assets could be inherited. Their neighborhoods acquired stronger tax bases, better-financed services, and reputations that attracted further investment.

No contemporary homeowner needs to have participated personally in redlining for its effects to influence the value of a home, the quality of a school district, the availability of credit, or the inheritance a family receives. The original prejudice has been converted into property, geography, and accumulated advantage.

The Federal Reserve reported that in 2022 the median wealth gap between White families and Black families exceeded $220,000. Redlining alone does not explain the entire gap, and it would be simplistic to pretend that it does. But it demonstrates how discriminatory policy can shape wealth for generations after the openly discriminatory rule has been repealed.[4]

Sundown towns: exclusion without Southern signs

Sundown towns provide another example. These were communities that excluded Black people—and sometimes other racial, ethnic, or religious groups—through ordinances, police enforcement, threats, restrictive covenants, intimidation, or widely understood local custom.

They were not exclusively Southern. The National Park Service notes that sundown towns were more common in the North and West than many Americans realize. For Black travelers, an ordinary road trip could become a calculation about where it was safe to buy gasoline, eat, sleep, or remain after dark. The Negro Motorist Green Book existed in part because the supposedly open American highway was not equally open to everyone.[5]

The disappearance of a threatening sign did not automatically undo the community the sign helped create. Decades of exclusion affected who owned property, who attended local schools, who developed business and political networks, and whose families benefited from rising land values. Later generations could inherit the resulting advantages without personally approving of the original exclusion.

Again, this is the difference between an event and a structure. The event may be over; the structure created by the event may remain.

The double standard in ordinary transactions

Systemic racism is not confined to dramatic episodes of history. It can appear in routine decisions that seem individual and unconnected until they are measured collectively.

Consider employment. In a widely cited field experiment, researchers sent employers fictitious résumés with equivalent qualifications but different names. Résumés bearing conventionally White-sounding names received approximately 50 percent more callbacks than those bearing conventionally African American-sounding names. The disparity appeared across industries and occupations, including among employers describing themselves as equal-opportunity employers.[6]

Consider housing. In a national paired-testing study, equally qualified White and minority homeseekers approached housing providers about advertised properties. Blatant refusals had declined, but minority applicants were still told about and shown fewer homes and apartments. A subsequent HUD review found that paired-audit studies consistently detected statistically significant discrimination against historically disadvantaged groups.[7]

Consider appraisals. A 2024 Federal Housing Finance Agency study found that, after controlling for numerous property and appraisal factors, appraisals below the contract price were at least 23 percent more likely in majority-Black neighborhoods than in otherwise similar neighborhoods with no Black residents. The researchers also found evidence that appraisers’ familiarity with a neighborhood could reduce the effect, suggesting that institutional information practices—not necessarily overt personal animosity alone—helped produce the disparity.[8]

The pattern is difficult to dismiss:

The same qualifications, but a different name.
The same financial readiness, but fewer homes offered.
A comparable transaction, but a different valuation risk.

No racial slur is required. No one involved has to announce a doctrine of racial superiority. Yet the burden repeatedly falls in the same direction.

Housing becomes education

Housing segregation does not remain a housing issue. It becomes an education issue because American public schools are organized largely by residential location and are financed in part through local property revenues.

The Government Accountability Office has noted that discriminatory history, residential wealth disparities, school district boundaries, and local property-tax financing remain intertwined. Poor, Black, and Hispanic students generally attend schools with fewer resources and worse outcomes. GAO also found that when communities separated from existing school districts to form new districts, the new districts tended to be substantially Whiter and wealthier than those left behind.[9]

A family may say, “We moved here for the schools,” without harboring conscious racial hostility. But that apparently private choice occurs within a housing and school system whose geography was not created innocently. The issue is not that every family making such a decision is personally bigoted. The issue is that millions of individually understandable choices can reinforce a structure created through exclusion, unequal investment, and inherited property advantage.

Discretion and the racial double standard

Racial inequality also appears where institutions give decision-makers broad discretion.

Researchers examining nearly 100 million traffic stops found that Black drivers were less likely to be stopped after sunset, when darkness made a driver’s race harder to perceive. They also found that police applied a lower evidentiary threshold when deciding to search Black and Hispanic drivers than when deciding to search White drivers.[10]

This does not prove that every police officer is consciously bigoted. Nor does every disparity, by itself, prove discrimination. But when similarly situated people encounter different thresholds of suspicion—and when the pattern persists across a vast number of decisions—the matter can no longer be reduced to a few identifiable “bad apples.” Training, discretionary standards, supervision, institutional incentives, deployment patterns, and accountability systems all become relevant.

The Justice Department’s investigation of Ferguson, Missouri, illustrated this institutional dimension. It found that the city’s emphasis on generating revenue had shaped police and municipal court practices, systematically violated constitutional rights, and both reflected and exacerbated racial bias. The problem was not simply what individual officers believed privately; it was what the institution rewarded and required publicly.[11]

Racism without an explicitly racial rule

Perhaps the clearest modern example comes from health care.

Researchers examined a widely used commercial algorithm intended to identify patients who needed additional medical attention. The algorithm used prior health-care spending as a proxy for illness. But because less money had historically been spent on Black patients with comparable medical needs, the algorithm interpreted lower spending as evidence that those patients were healthier. Black patients assigned the same risk score as White patients were actually sicker, and the bias reduced by more than half the number of Black patients identified for extra care.[12]

The algorithm did not need to express hatred. Its bias arose from treating an unequal historical outcome—medical spending—as though it were a neutral measure of medical need.

That is what “baked in” means. Yesterday’s inequality becomes today’s data. Today’s data become tomorrow’s decision. A system can reproduce racial inequality while presenting itself as objective, colorblind, and mathematical.

Not every disparity is proof—but every pattern deserves examination

A serious argument about systemic racism should not claim that every difference between racial groups is automatically caused by racism. Such a claim would be intellectually careless.

Evidence matters. We should compare similarly situated people, examine institutional history, identify the operative rules, test alternative explanations, measure outcomes, and look for mechanisms connecting policy to consequence.

But we must be equally careful not to impose an impossible burden of proof—one that recognizes racism only when a person explicitly confesses racial hatred. Systems do not possess private emotions. They reveal themselves through their design, incentives, practices, and patterned outcomes.

The relevant question is not simply, “Can we find a bigot?” It is also, “What does this institution repeatedly do, to whom, and why?”

From innocence to responsibility

Understanding systemic racism does not require believing that every White person is malicious, that all members of any racial group have identical experiences, or that class, gender, geography, and other forces do not matter. Nor is it a demand for inherited personal guilt.

It is a demand for responsibility.

Guilt asks, “Am I personally a bad person?”

Responsibility asks, “What have I inherited, what do I participate in, what consequences does it produce, and what am I prepared to change?”

“I’m not a racist” can become a form of evasion when it ends the conversation rather than beginning it. It allows a person to treat the absence of conscious hatred as evidence that no further examination is necessary. It turns racism into a question of personal manners and moral self-image while leaving housing, employment, education, policing, health care, and inherited wealth safely outside the frame.

A better response would be: I may not consciously wish to discriminate, but I live within institutions shaped by racial history. I have an obligation to understand how they operate, to listen to those who experience their burdens, to examine evidence rather than defend my innocence, and to support changes when apparently neutral systems produce unjust results.

The distinction I learned in 1973 remains essential. Bigotry is often loud, personal, and recognizable. Systemic racism can be quiet, respectable, procedural, and self-perpetuating. Bigotry may announce itself with an insult. Racism may arrive as a zoning ordinance, an appraisal, an algorithm, a school boundary, a résumé callback, or a discretionary search.

The opposite of bigotry is not expressing hatred. But the opposite of systemic racism requires more than private tolerance. It requires public justice.

Innocence is not the same as justice—and “I’m not a racist” is not the same as confronting racism.


[1] Kwame Ture (Stokely Carmichael) and Charles V. Hamilton, “Black Power,” excerpted from Black Power: The Politics of Liberation (1967), Teaching American History.

[2] American Psychological Association, “Racism, Bias, and Discrimination.”

[3] Robert K. Nelson et al., “Mapping Inequality: Redlining in New Deal America,” Digital Scholarship Lab, University of Richmond.

[4] Aditya Aladangady, Andrew C. Chang, and Jacob Krimmel, “Greater Wealth, Greater Uncertainty: Changes in Racial Inequality in the Survey of Consumer Finances,” FEDS Notes, Board of Governors of the Federal Reserve System, October 18, 2023.

[5] National Park Service, “The Green Book: An Historic Context.”

[6] Marianne Bertrand and Sendhil Mullainathan, “Are Emily and Greg More Employable than Lakisha and Jamal? A Field Experiment on Labor Market Discrimination,” NBER Working Paper 9873, July 2003.

[7] Margery Austin Turner et al., “Housing Discrimination Against Racial and Ethnic Minorities 2012,” U.S. Department of Housing and Urban Development, June 2013.

[8] Daniel Grodzicki, Sean Cannon, Christopher W. Davis, and Ken Lam, “Home Purchase Appraisals in Minority Neighborhoods,” Federal Housing Finance Agency Working Paper 24-06, November 4, 2024.

[9] U.S. Government Accountability Office, “K–12 Education: Student Population Has Significantly Diversified, but Many Schools Remain Divided Along Racial, Ethnic, and Economic Lines,” GAO-22-104737, June 16, 2022.

[10] Emma Pierson et al., “A Large-Scale Analysis of Racial Disparities in Police Stops Across the United States,” Nature Human Behaviour 4 (2020): 736–745.

[11] U.S. Department of Justice, Civil Rights Division, “Investigation of the Ferguson Police Department,” March 4, 2015; see also the DOJ’s United States v. City of Ferguson case page.

[12] Ziad Obermeyer et al., “Dissecting Racial Bias in an Algorithm Used to Manage the Health of Populations,” Center for Healthcare Marketplace Innovation, October 25, 2019; underlying study: “Dissecting Racial Bias in an Algorithm Used to Manage the Health of Populations,” Science 366, no. 6464 (2019): 447–453.


Nostalgia

I’m not one for nostalgia, mostly because I find looking back is frequently done with sadness; at loves lost, abilities gone, desires unfulfilled, etc. Nevertheless, it’s difficult not to encounter things that bring back old memories and feelings. Such was my experience with this wonderful video.

Although I was born in Southern California, of Eastern European Jews, I have developed a close affinity for Cuba over the years. There are two primary reasons this is so; two very deep and well-developed reasons. The first is from the two months I spent in Cuba in the Spring of 1973 with the Venceremos Brigade (La Brigada Venceremos). The second is from the Cuban woman who was my first wife and with whom I spent seven years.

The trip to Cuba was far more than just a two-month experience. It came at the culmination of around five years of intense political activity, beginning with my involvement in the Vietnam antiwar movement, and ending with my evolution into a Marxist. Shortly before traveling I worked at The Ash Grove, which had a long and tortured relationship with anti-Castro Cuban exiles. In fact, it was burned down three times by what Fidel labeled “Gusanos” (worms). It also involved several months of training, without which I would not have been allowed to make the trip. This training was provided by those who went before our contingent (we were the sixth) as well as members of the Black Panther Party, the Brown Berets, and the Los Angeles Women’s Liberation Union. It was the organization’s way of doing their best to ensure we understood racism, sexism, and cultural chauvinism, such that we wouldn’t do something stupid while we were there to make the organization, or the Cubans, look bad.

The marriage was short; actually, we were only married for about three and a half years and lived together prior to taking our vows another three and half years. It ended not so much because we weren’t getting along or compatible, but because our life circumstances seemed to dictate we go in different direction. After we had separated, I bought a dance studio for her in Venice, CA, where she conducted classes and sold some merch. That was nearly forty years ago and I wasn’t involved in the day-to-day business; mostly I just provided money and some connections. I don’t remember what happened, other than that it just wasn’t sustainable and I lost some money. We remain friendly to this day. Not close, but we’re Facebook friends and we have quite a few mutual friendships, so we cross paths occasionally.

So this video brought back some wonderful and some deeply emotional feelings for me. I don’t think you have to share any of my experiences to enjoy it. It is fun and entertaining. Hope you like it.


Viva La Revolución Cubana

May Day in La Plaza De La Revolución

Forty-nine years ago today I had the honor of marching through La Plaza De La Revolución as a member of the 6th contingent of the Venceremos Brigade. I got to listen to Fidel give one of his shorter speeches (only about 2.5 hours, if memory serves.) The USA has been exceptionally cruel to the people of Cuba. They deserve far better, as do we all.


¡Hasta La Victoria Siempre! Venceremos

This is my ID card, given to me by the Cuban government when I traveled there in 1973 with the sixth contingent of the Venceremos Brigade. I celebrated my 26th birthday around the time we returned, after two months of construction labor and educational presentations, and culminating in a one-week tour of the island that ended in Santiago de Cuba.

We weren’t actually allowed to travel there back then, but we flew Western Airlines anyway from LAX to MEX, where we transferred to an Ilyushin four-engine turboprop from MEX to HAV. We were met by the CIA in Mexico City, who insisted we pose for pictures before we were allowed to proceed. We were met with a television camera, celebration, and nation-wide coverage upon our arrival at Havana.


Racism and Bigotry

I still believe we are misusing the words “racism” and “racist.”

Racism is institutional, systemic, and structural. It’s insidious and buried deep in every aspect of our society and economy. Bigotry is right out in the open.

And this isn’t whitesplaining on my part. This is what I was taught by members of the Black Panther Party and the Brown Berets in 1973. I was, along with 49 of my closest friends, required to go through about 20 hours of cultural and racial sensitivity training before being allowed to travel to Cuba with the sixth contingent of the Venceremos Brigade.

I keep bringing this up because the public now conflates racism with bigotry and, by doing so, gives people an excuse for not looking closer at how they’ve unknowingly embraced or benefited from racism, by merely pointing out their lack of anger or visible anger/hatred toward people of color. “I don’t see color,” or “I have black friends/relatives.” All that means, at the most, is you’re not a bigot. It doesn’t change the centuries of economic and social injustice deeply baked into every aspect of our society.

We need to understand the differences if we’re going to erase racism and its insidious effects.

One other thing I learned from that education, and that has been reinforced in the intervening years, is that white people need to shut the fuck up and listen to people of color when it comes to understanding their lived reality. Because of racism, you don’t know squat about their experiences. Try it. You might be surprised.


Chasing Agriculture

I arrived in the Haight-Ashbury district of San Francisco at the tail end of the “Summer of Love.” It was either late August or very early September. Things were already starting to fall apart before I got up there, but it took weeks before I was able to recognize what was happening.

Where It All Happened

I had traveled from Los Angeles by thumb, where I had just given up a lucrative business my father had purchased for me at the very end of 1966. Fearing my life was going nowhere (which it kinda was) he took the opportunity to buy a small snack shop from a friend who was going into another business. The place was called DEBS, which was an acronym of the previous owners family’s names. We kept it . . . the name that is.

Situated directly across the street from the May Company, between 8th and 9th Streets on S. Hill Street, I was making big bucks for a snot-nosed teenager. I didn’t realize just how lucky I was at the time which, I suppose, is the very definition of privilege. I just did a time/value calculation and discovered I was making the equivalent of close to a quarter of a million dollars a year back then. Yikes! That doesn’t seem possible or even reasonable, but I’m pretty sure it’s true.

Unfortunately, I was only 19 years old at the time, fresh out of High School the previous year and recently honorably discharged from the U.S. Navy after a total of one month and twenty-three days of service. I’m surely one of a few people in the country who has served, received the National Defense Service Medal, and also a medical discharge while I was still in boot camp. Since I was in for such a short time, I am not eligible for veteran’s benefits, nor have I ever sought to receive them . . . but that’s another story I’ll get to later.

This is a screenshot from Google Maps’ Street View. According to Yelp, they’re still in business, though I know it’s not the same people

DEBS Snack Shop was open six days a week, twelve hours a day on weekdays, and ten hours on Saturday. I had to be there for every one of those hours and, since I lived in the North end of the San Fernando Valley, the commute took at least an hour and a half, round-trip, every weekday. Saturdays were a little quicker. So I was putting in about 70 hours per week, not including time getting ready to head out the door.

Not only were the hours long, I had to deal with my father coming by every day and pointing out everything I had done “wrong,” i.e. not how he would do it. Not that I didn’t screw up; 19-year-old boys aren’t the sharpest knives in the drawer, no matter how high their IQ. But my old man was not the kind to hand out compliments or praise. Nope. He was a genius at pointing out shortcoming, though.

I remember one weekend I finally had a date with a young woman I had met somewhere. Much of the detail is lost in the mists of time, including who she was and where we met, and the relationship didn’t last long at all. We went out to dinner and were going to go to a movie afterward. Unfortunately, if memory serves, I actually fell asleep at dinner, I was so tired. I don’t think we made it to the movie, and I’m not sure I ever saw her again.

That particular debacle was one of many compelling reasons I asked my father to sell the place after only seven months. I was young and restless, and I had no social life. I had also started smoking pot the previous year and was beginning to experiment with acid (LSD.) I needed to spread my wings and I didn’t see that ever happening as long as I was tied to a demanding business and an overbearing father. But I digress.

What I was thinking of when I decided to write this post was the agricultural workers here in my native County of Ventura. Some of the laborers post videos to a local Facebook group and seeing them brings me back to my two encounters with working in the fields, one of which took place while I was living up in the Haight.

Not the video I was referring to, but quite similar

When I was working in the snack shop, I frequently had to go and purchase produce, generally a few blocks away at the Grand Central Market. One of the items I had to buy was tomatoes. I would get them by the “lug,” each of which weighed approximately 30 pounds.

On many a day in the Haight, people would just sit around in front of the stores on Haight Street, sometimes standing to perform for the tourist buses that would pass by. They expected no less from a bunch of “Hippies,” and we were often content to give it to them. One day, a man came by and asked if anyone was interested in picking tomatoes. He said it paid a certain amount (I have no idea what it was) per “lug.” I accepted.

The following day, early in the morning, I boarded a bus with a group of fellow “hippies” and we were taken to a field right next to a mental hospital. We were set loose in the fields to pick tomatoes and it was then I discovered their definition of a “lug” was considerably larger than what I had grown used to purchasing for the snack shop’s use. At least twice as big! I had just turned 20 in June, a couple months prior to selling the business. I was in good shape, yet picking tomatoes, which requires bending over continuously, was physically demanding and, based on how many tomatoes had to be gathered to complete a “lug,” I soon came to the conclusion this was NOT how I wished to make money in the future.

I don’t think I spent more than a couple of hours in the field, but I’ve never forgotten how difficult and back-breaking the work was. It has given me a sense of deep respect for the people who spend their lives working in the fields. It is extraordinarily difficult (and sometimes dangerous) work, for which I’m sure they are not paid enough.

I did mention, above, there were two times I had worked in the field. The second one was in 1973, when I spent two months in Cuba as a member of the 6th contingent of the Venceremos Brigade. During that time I worked primarily in construction, making concrete slabs and pillars used to construct small, single-family dwellings. However, on one occasion we spent a day in the fields cutting sugar cane. In addition to the work being back-breaking, the fields were torched prior to our work in order to burn off some of the vegetation on the canes. It meant we were covered in burnt sugar cane juice by the end of the day.

Cutting Sugar Cane is a messy and exacting task

I had purchased a pair of brown Red Wing boots for the trip. After one day in the fields, they were mostly black from that burnt juice. It never came off.

Those two, admittedly short stints in the field gave me an appreciation for anyone who works in agriculture – especially those who bend over and pick and pack our food for distribution. I’ve done a lot of other things in my life that were difficult, some equally so, but none more difficult than picking tomatoes or cutting sugar cane. I have nothing but respect for someone who makes their living doing such work. It’s why I have long supported the United Farm Workers and all who struggle to be treated with dignity and respect.


The Farmdale Boyz

This pic was taken in about 1972 or 1973. I lived for about two or three years with these guys in two three-bedroom homes, side-by-side in North Hollywood, CA. Two sets of brothers and two close friends. In the background, at one time or another, those two tanks held a couple of snakes. One of them was named “Ellis A. Piary” (because that’s where he/she was rudely captured by one of our number) and the other, naturally, was named “Lefty.” Two of the people in this photo are not on Facebook, but everyone’s still alive!! — with Rick London, Loren Goetz, Stephen Ladd, Tom Shannon and Mark London.

Sometime after this picture was taken, I traveled to Cuba with the sixth contingent of the Venceremos Brigade and, shortly after my return in the Summer of ’73, I began attending law school. There have been some changes over the years, and a couple of us don’t talk much with each other, but for the most part we’ve all remained friends.


The Irony is as Thick as the Karma

Venceremos Brigade-FBIWhen I returned from a two-month working journey to Cuba in 1973, the FBI showed up at my door with questions about my trip. I had been a member of the sixth contingent of the Venceremos Brigade, and a small part of my education for the trip was the admonition to politely refuse to speak with them, which is what I did.

It was a short, pleasant conversation. I told them I wasn’t going to answer any questions and they asked me if I was sure. I said “yes” and they said “have a nice day” and left. That was it.

My years of activism had brought me to the attention of many law enforcement agencies, chief among them the LAPD and the FBI.

All to say, there’s been little love lost between me and these organizations . . .

Yet I’m really looking forward to what James Comey has to say.


Racism & Bigotry Aren’t Quite the Same

I wrote the following four paragraphs a couple of days ago. Today (8/19/17) I ran them through the Hemingway app, which informed me the text’s readability score was 11th grade. It also pointed out numerous issues to address and suggested I aim for a readability score of 9th grade. I then worked to remove all the issues (well, as many as I thought made sense to me) and was able to bring the score down to 7th grade . . . in Hemingway’s algorithms. It still says three of the 14 sentences are hard to read. I’m adding the second version for readers to judge which they find more readable. Hemingway seems a little harsh. I suppose, if I were writing for the general public, it might make sense to shoot for 9th grade readability, but I’m not convinced it’s what I want to do. What do you think?


Readability score = 11th grade

In May of 1973 I traveled to Cuba with the 6th contingent of the Venceremos Brigade. I spent two months, mostly just outside Havana, working and learning as a guest of the Cuban government.

Prior to our departure, we were required to undergo some pretty extensive training in history, cultural chauvinism, and the roots of racism and bigotry. Some of these classes were led by members of both the Brown Berets and the Black Panthers.

One thing I remember well from this training was the difference between racism, which we were taught is systemic and insidious, and bigotry, which is personal and obvious. I have occasionally posted about these differences, but I’m coming to the conclusion that current usage has blurred the distinction between the two. I have also decided maybe I should stop bucking the trend, as I find myself using them somewhat interchangeably as well.

It’s a bit disturbing, as it is ingrained in me that racism is embedded in our laws, institutions, and normative cultural behavior, while bigotry is evidenced by individual prejudices and hatred or fear of the other. Nevertheless, just about everyone I read uses racism for what I would call bigotry. I think I’ve decided to give up worrying about the distinction, though I find it important. Carry on!


Readability score = 7th grade

In May of 1973 I traveled to Cuba with the 6th contingent of the Venceremos Brigade. I spent two months outside Havana, working and learning as a guest of the Cuban government.

Before our departure, we received training in history, cultural chauvinism, and the roots of racism and bigotry. Leading some of these classes were members of both the Brown Berets and the Black Panthers.

They taught us racism is systemic and insidious, while bigotry is personal and obvious. I have posted about these differences, but am concluding current usage blurs the distinction between the two. I have also decided I should stop bucking the trend, as I find I use them as well.

It’s a bit disturbing. I know racism infuses our laws, institutions, and normative cultural behavior. Bigotry involves individual prejudices and hatred or fear of the other. Even so, most everyone I read uses racism for what I would call bigotry. I’ve decided to give up worrying about the distinction, though I find it important. Carry on!


You’re Privileged to be Playing the Game

Levels of Difficult

You Can’t Choose This Difficulty Level!

I think I received my first comeuppance regarding white privilege around 1973. I was not quite 26 years old and had been a very active member in the anti-Vietnam War movement in Los Angeles. I had attended, organized, publicized, and provided security for a number of demonstrations and events.

Now I was preparing to spend a couple of months in Cuba as a guest of the Cuban government. I was a member of the Sixth Contingent (Sexto Contingente) of La Brigada Venceremos. I was excited. However, nobody was allowed to travel without first undergoing some rigorous training in how to not be an ugly American.

We Americans (even the term American is somewhat arrogant, as the U.S. is only one country in an entire hemisphere referred to as America), especially us straight males, have got it way better than we like to think. Unfortunately, due to the concept of American Exceptionalism, we really do like to think our shit doesn’t stink and we are in a class by ourselves.

Well, actually, we are in a class by ourselves – but it’s really not something to be all that proud of, in my less than humble opinion. But I digress.

Part of my ongoing training (which lasted several months) was learning about white privilege, i.e. the numerous and subtle ways in which being white gives those who sport the color (or lack thereof) a leg up on everyone else. The training was excellent. I was not made to feel guilty; merely shown how it works, the evidence of which was impossible for me to deny.

As a Knowledge Management professional, one of the things that’s important to me is the avoidance of re-inventing the wheel. That means, among other things, using the work of others to build on, where appropriate. I think this is an appropriate place to do that with a blog written by John Scalzi who, frankly, I don’t know much about. Nevertheless, this blog he wrote is absolutely brilliant and draws an analogy I think useful in understanding the concept I’m talking about. I want to share it with my small group of readers.

Here’s the link to his post – http://whatever.scalzi.com/2012/05/15/straight-white-male-the-lowest-difficulty-setting-there-is/

I also want to share a video that’s a nice supplement to it. Enjoy!