Thursday, December 03, 2009

RIP Pam-but no peace for those that resist citizens' needs..


I sit here typing a report for work my organization has done, which included programs/assistance in lower 9th ward, especially Sankofa Marketplace. As I do, I think of great organizers and brave citizens who learned new skills and fought the powers for their rights and for their dignity. I salute you Pam Dashiell, and all that continue the work that she and her colleagues have started and will finish.

Sunday, November 22, 2009

Green building, green money.

I recently presented at the Sierra Club's New Orleans Green Rebuilding Conference at the Doubletree. Big fan of the organization. I think they are keeping the conversation going and real issues on the table. Not a diatribe against our leading enviros.
But was troubled by the lack of interest among many attendees in making at the connection with social justice issues around costs of greening. Let me elaborate:

To recycle in New Orleans, one must contact a private company, pay a monthly charge each month. To have the type of ceiling fans that Global Green recommends using as the most efficient, one must fork over 400.00. To install solar in your house, will run you anywhere from 10,000 to 100,000 and in a humid, sub-tropical climate like ours, how smart is it to punch bunch of holes in one's roof and hope for good installation during wind gusts of 30-90 mph?

Back when I was working to build a small house post-Katrina, I went looking for info about green and if I could make it downtown to info sessions, I could learn how I could BUY green. I could not see demonstration projects in my neighborhood about building small, not could I go to a group that would just show me how to reduce useage or band with others to buy cheaper. (more on that on the subject of geothermal another time).
What concerned me then and again when reading about building green, most is about buying new products that will allow me to have the same relationship with the environment (meaning how is it to be used to my benefit at my pleasure) rather than being a movement about building an alternative to consumption and to an energy industry that literally controls governments.

I can't ask that the store allow me to use my own jars to fill coffee or spices. I can't demand that the city buy their power from alternative sources. My landlord will not change the orientation of the house so I can get light from natural sources during the day.
I am still in the industrial energy system and I see no way out while it is only a system to encourage me to buy new things and what I get in return is only a reduction in the pocketbook costs for me.

I often talk to groups about the beginning of the "good food" movement back in the early 1970s and how small farmers came out of the hippie movement and started to bring organic products to the marketplace. Unfortunately, those organic apples usually cost around 4-6 bucks each at those tiny, well-meaning natural foods stores one saw back then. And you had to be a member and usually donate time as well. So, it did not spread into a movement. (Recently went back to my first co-op in Cleveland, which is still there more than 25 years later. It was still the same, with crowded shelves dusty and with prices that shocked me now. Funny how perception changes...)

Luckily, many activists in the enviro and consumer movements came to see that food issues were at the core of many of our problems and that the lack of healthy food and healthy spaces to look for food was moving our world to epidemic. Painstakingly, the new open-air markets started to spring up and when they did, those organizers were pretty savvy for 3 reasons:
1. They reached across the political spectrum for supporters. Libertarian farmers, old-money funders, environmental warriors, regular shopppers who didn't even know what a persimmon was, all were invited to join the town square. As far as issues, farmland preservation, soil and water quality, public safety, nutritional access and F-U-N social space were all part of the organizing strategy ever week.
2. They made competition a hallmark of good public markets. Trust me, we argue among ourselves about how much competition we allow in our markets, what underselling is allowed, how to balance different farmers needs, but the point is, we work to manage a fair price for both shopper and farmer. We do that to ensure that price can remain as democratic as possible for all.
3. They designed a taut but elastic structure that allowed for change and growth. Now, with the advent of electronic wireless technology, many of us are bringing debit and food stamp useage into these parking lots, raising money to pilot this and the outreach needed.
Listen, we got our problems. We have angry rural people coming into the city and sometimes missing the point of taking products to market; bringing inferior stuff or charging prices that are unrealistic. We have rich shoppers who are still the face of most markets, and they tend to be white and when in New Orleans, from the other side of Canal. We obsess over every tiny detail and then miss some big ones to our everlasting embarrassment.
And sometimes to my large frustration, I realize how few people have heard our message that we are building an alternative to the industrial system of food and as the alternative, scale is different and success is different. When we are compared to storefronts who buy food from wholesalers, never insuring that the farmer is also winning with this transaction or that price will be managed as fairly as possible, I know it is a marathon not a sprint.

But we know this food movement is not just about buying local. It is about knowing where your food comes from and how it is made and what the benefits are to you to participate- when you can. And the market movement is about more than food. I can define that with one sign you see at many "third places": "Seats are reserved for paying customers" Understandable I guess for a retail store that needs people to buy every hour. With markets, we have no such sign and most of us would leave before that ever even discussed seriously. Storefronts are usually single entrepreneurial activities and do not need to stand in for grassroots movements, so I am not comparing apples to satsumas, but point made.
Reality check: with 4 tiny farmers markets weekly in the city, you had either be very mobile or unemployed or a true zealot to get ALL of your food from them. If you're not a bunny-kissin', tree-huggin' food fringer, you need to get to that industrial food system too once in a while. Yes Whole Foods is part of that. Yes, Dorignac's is part of that. Yes, Terranova's is part of that. It's okay as long as you see the consumer side and the movement side. When so many shoppers of ours tell me that they now grow some food, or seem to know that local is not as available at those stores as it could be, or when we see a kid learn how to dig in a lavendar plant over a lazy, sunny Saturday morning under the tent, I know we are really, truly building a movement and not just another part of the consumer system.

And for those who don't like markets with their multiple check out lines and corny events, I say don't worry- we are building an alternative system that will allow more people to grow food to see good food and to find that food in spaces that we don't manage but (as long as they remember to benefit farmers, shoppers and maybe their own bottom line last) we will assist them. They can surely have access to some of the lesson we are learning. Schools who are building a whole system like Green Elementary, or that Rouse's down the street that is buying a bit directly from farmers, we can work with that while building our movement.

And THAT is what I am waiting for in the green building movement. I think it is coming, I do skeptical friends, but we need to insist that is about more than a 200.00 faucet that is beautiful and energy efficient. We need managed competition and a balance of education, advocacy and marketplace.
We need to see more than retail stores on Magazine street looking at energy efficiency-and those non-profits involved need to find ways to reuse, reduce AND build an alternative system of clotheslines and open windows in the fall to go along with their shiny new products. Like Janna Levitt, the architect from Toronto who was assisting me. She drew a 400 square foot house with every idea used being about my comfort level and knowledge about useage, climate. Spent more time explaining to me how I could reduce whenever needed than ever selling. She gets it.

I end with a quote from my current favorite writer, Rebecca Solnit, who spoke at the recent conference. When talking to these green activists and well-meaning, visionary architects at the Doubletree, she reminded them to not only think of the buildings, but also "remember to build the social space in between the buildings."
In other words, build a movement.

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

How regional food is central to the debate, no matter what

Michael Pollan interview

Wednesday, November 04, 2009

We're okay with being on the Fringe...

What is the New Orleans Fringe?

Fringe theater is a tradition that started in Edinburgh, Scotland in 1947 when eight performing groups were excluded from the mainstream annual arts festival. They decided to perform anyway, finding inexpensive or free venues on the fringes of the city. The Edinburgh Fringe Festival has since grown into one of the largest arts festivals in the world, eclipsing the original festival that was too afraid for fringe.

Great ideas spread. Fringe Festivals have been launched in cities throughout the US, the most well-known being the festivals in Minneapolis and New York. New Orleans has always been a city that embraces artists, where creativity has flourished and the avant-garde has gravitated. These are the roots of the New Orleans Fringe Festival – the festival of the wild, weird, fresh, and original.

The Festival provides the venue and the audience; the performers do the rest. Anything can be performed: we let the audiences decide what is excellent, astonishing or brilliantly insane.

fringeFest

Monday, November 02, 2009

Sleep to dream? Or to stay away?

Shock is sort of like a ghost that comes to visit and moves things around and when you return, you notice things have changed a bit.

I recognized its aftermath a few Saturdays ago, while riding my new Schwinn bike through City Park on a beautiful Saturday. Freshly moved in, I had finished with boxes and the old place and for the first time since, well 2005, felt I had the right to do nothing all day.
And when I went across the FDR era bridge behind the Museum, I awoke. Startled, I looked to the right and saw the casino shop serving relaxed people, tour buses idled in front, and people paddled in the boats under me.
No one looked harried or were seen talking quietly with hands on arms to comfort. No drywall dust on shoes as far as I could see. And I felt almost normal. .
I know we are not done-FAR from it. But like a good going to a great batting average in baseball it just takes one more swing to be winning (... "Know what the difference between hitting .250 and .300 is? ... you get a dying quail, just one more dying quail a week... and you're in Yankee Stadium"-Bull Durham).
Are we tilting to good or great? That day I felt that we might be and honestly it was the first time that I felt that way since tears were pouring down my face as I drove north on August 31, knowing people-old people-were dying on their roofs from dehydration and grief.

I have marveled at the toughness and humor emanating from my neighbors and even relaxed with them after a tough day. I have laughed and told funny post-K stories while I traveled to do my very important organizational work but I was sleeping still I see that now.

I feel ready to stay awake now.

Sunday, November 01, 2009

Trying to experience

I cannot believe my topsy turvy reality this weekend.

Good: I had a good lunch on Saturday with a friend.
Bad: I had an average lunch today.


Good: Had some fun chats with people on Facebook.
Bad: Had an annoying chat with someone on Facebook.
Good: Facebook allows you to hide peoples updates when they annoy you.
Bad: She will show up on walls of friends that we share.

Good: got free tickets to VooDoo Experience
Bad: had 2 parking tickets on car and scooter in front of my house today because of VE. (Had not had enforcement of residential parking over here-but a stupid mistake on my part on a festival weekend which makes it much worse. 80 bucks down the drain. Well, maybe 60:
Good: Found 20 bucks at VooDoo Experience yesterday
Bad: Wasted my time at Ve today. Nothing that interesting to see or hear. Muddy and okay list of acts.
Good: Ran into 2 interesting conversationalists
Bad: Friend was assaulted recently outside of her home and told me the story while she quite courteously served people . She's basically okay but more shaken than she wants to admit.

So, when I closed the door tonight, I felt mad, happy, sad and tired. And decided that the weekend did not add up to good. But then I realized it didn't add up to bad either. Just averaged out, like VooDoo Experience itself.

More things to take in proper perspective...

Tuesday, October 27, 2009

Portraits: Photographs in New Orleans


As usual, what is interesting about any local non-fiction book is the number of details that I knew, and here it is the number of faces already known to me. Some I know enough to stop and talk with whenever we run into each other, some just to nod to when biking by. Jonathan is that kind of connector whether as photographer or in person, merging many different communities with his easy presence and gentle manner.
I think that carries over with these very direct portraits of his people.. Check out his show at The Front on St. Claude and certainly check out the book.

This other image is from August 29, 2006 when I happened on him at dawn doing an installation on Bayou St. John across from our old apartments:

Wednesday, October 21, 2009

Poolhouse

For those of you not on Facebook, I add this post from "over there" and promise my full return to my blog in November. Much ready to add here.







Mandabita poolhouse. Grandfather built it in the early 1970s, and it was used daily by he and my grandmother til the late 1980s. I swam as often as I could traveling from the city (and had one or two poignant talks right before he died while he sat on the swing and I slowly swam), and then the pump broke right after he died. Jerry (stepfather) did his best but never had enough time. After K, the house needed major repairs from trees and Jerry did it all and Grandma came back for 7 months, then passed away with CDM at her side one a.m. Pool slowly fell apart. Seemed like the end. During late hot summer this year, Jerry fixed it. Seems like the grandparents are back somehow...

Tuesday, October 20, 2009

Bohemian Jungle from Jonathan

A photo exhibit and book depict New Orleans turn-of-the-21st-century bohemia.

The Front, 4100 St. Claude Ave., 504.920.3980, www.nolafront.org

Art in an Urban Jungle that's mostly Jungle

Jonathan Traviesa’s exhibit "Photographs in New Orleans 1998-2009," now on display at The Front is a collection of black and white portraits of young urban artists and art types formally posed in picturesquely funky back yards and door stoops.

There are some significant props, such as a ukulele, a skirt made of plastic six-pack yokes, and Mardi Gras costumes. There are dogs and cats. But the most persistent detail is the vegetation: the cats claw, mother-in-laws-tongue, and banana leaves that lend a subtropical texture to many of the photos.

Symbolically speaking, the foliage represents New Orleans. It’s an unruly presence, surrounding, protecting, clinging, pushing in from all angles, threatening to take over everything. It’s the thing that sets the Crescent City’s artistic landscape apart. It’s the thing that transforms Traviesa’s portraits into a vision of an artistic Eden.

The exhibit continues through Nov. 8. Gallery hours are Sat-Sun, noon to 5. Prints are : $200; "Portraits: Photographs in New Orleans 1998-2006, a book of Traviesa’s series by UNO Press is $27.

Friday, October 09, 2009

What now?

So, another box and some hanging clothes and I am done with moving. Well besides the interesting unpacking from someone who has boxes from the vestiges of her wet post-K apartment. And a few packed last year after 2.4 years in FEMA trailer...
Opening boxes, and looking at things I had forgotten, like the 5 years of NOLA BookFair posters-GK Darby even sent me one in 2006 so I would have it. Or the poster from the Knitters show on August 23, 2005. Very nice.
I am not at home yet over here on Fortin. I still feel like a visitor, and will I know until I unpack the last box and hang the stuff on the wall. haven't actually stayed here yet, as no bed or sheets and pillows are here. Not til tomorrow.
Maddie the cartoon dog is across the lake while I get things organized. Never saw a more worried dog, so best to let her run and have fun there while I curse and walk back and forth 3-5 times searching for the hammer. She sweats every frown. Just her way.
But, I am already enjoying the village atmosphere here. I have had more pleasant conversations with new neighbors already than I had in the Quarter- but really, no way to compare. It occurred to me that to live in the Quarter is to isolate yourself. To have a gate and a long courtyard or high balcony limits the drop-bys. More than that, the residents of the Quarter want quiet at home- plenty of places to go out for noise and drama, so when they are home, they are the quietest group you never see.
Fortin is quiet too, but people smile and wave when I am on the porch and the horses on the track look happy too.
I will be getting my bed from family house across the lake, along with the table and chairs that will be slightly too big. Once those are in, I think I will breathe a sigh of relief and start living the first home life since August 27, 2005.
Wish me luck. And wave if you drive by.

Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Goodbye French Quarter, hello Spanish St. John

I have been slowly preparing myself to move back to my chosen neighborhood, Bayou St. John/aka MidCity/aka JazzFest Neighborhood/aka Fair Grinds area....

Since I was a crazy teen (roaming the Quarter barefoot and bookish), I have used the Esplanade corridor as my escape route OUT. On bike and on foot then, on scooter or on bike or car now, I invariably head towards City Park. Eyes towards the oak trees...
So, when I moved back to the Quarter a year ago, I knew I would enjoy it only for a short time. I would head back to the bayou, no matter what everyone else thought I would do. No question.

Can't really explain it. I love the Quarter, it's tightness and looseness happening concurrently. Love the light playing off the buildings at daybreak, at sweltering lunch and at magical dusk. I like that some friends (like my adopted kid sister) would come to see me more, just to hang for an hour or two.
I like my landlady who has carved a pretty great life on Saint Ann, with her 91 year old mother around the corner on Madison.
Love the burgers at the Nelly Deli. Love th gin and tonics at Harry's, with 2 dog biscuits for Maddie always. Three, if she insists.

I usually like the tourists who look at me curiously sometimes, sometimes with indifference (as I am clearly not there to serve their needs) sometimes with delight when they see a person not in obvious costume, just making her way home with dog and groceries. Wow, they mouth nudging their friend casually. Look. I think she lives around here.
Sometimes I grumble at those same tourists on a bad day. Sometimes I do it just to freak them out.
Fun.
I owe these blocks a lot; I was let loose for the last time as a teen by my mother in the French Quarter, about 1981, maybe 1982. After we moved into our tiny place that day across from Matassa's Grocery (and Bar back then), she looked at me with some amusement and said, "Well kid, welcome to the French Quarter." and went back to her office and started her own deserved emerging life, leaving me to (finally) figure out me on my own terms-albeit in her beloved Quarter.

Wait for the book being written now about those times. Let me just say, I was lucky to be a part of the last pre-World's Fair days there. So lucky.
But the Quarter is really my mother's world, and my stepfather's. They both have worked in walking distance of their home for the last 30 years, only leaving it on average once a week, sometimes not even that often. They are known (more so 15-20 years ago when they were a bit wild and building the legend of Jerry and June), but known by enough people that during Katrina, people came yelling for my mom over her wall assuming she was there. She was not and regrets that to this day.

I love the ability to do anything there. I love the gorgeousness. I love the mix of courteous blue collar workers. The some snobby, the more often genial residents and the never-ending parade of daily workers, full-time scammers and first-time gawkers.

I hate the number of bikes that are missing their front wheel first thing in the morning. I really am tired of the trash thrown on the street by people who delight in making ugliness.
Hate/love, that thin line.

I appreciate it, let's just say. Finally, I thank it for continuing to be there for me when I need it.

Friday, September 25, 2009

DON'T Defer...

Frank Furedi | September 02, 2009
Article from: The Australian

ONE of the most influential contemporary cultural myths is that our era is characterised by the end of deference.

Commentators interpret the declining influence of traditional authority and institutions as proof that people have become less deferential and possess more critical attitudes than in the past. However, it is less frequently noted that deference to traditional authority has given way to the reverence of expertise.

Western culture assumes that a responsible individual will defer to the opinion of an expert. Politicians frequently remind us that their policies are "evidence based", which usually means informed by expert advice. Experts have the last word on topics of public interest and increasingly on matters to do with people's private affairs. We are advised to seek and heed to advice of a bewildering chorus of personal experts -- parenting specialists, life coaches, relationship gurus, super-nannies and sex therapists, to name a few -- who apparently possess the authority to tell us how to live our lives.

The exhortation to defer to experts is underpinned by the premise that their specialist knowledge entitles them to a higher moral status to the rest of us. For example, Ken Macdonald, former director of public prosecutions in Britain, pushed for the right to use expert witnesses to help boost the low conviction rate in rape trials. Former Home Office minister Joan Ryan, a junior Home Office minister at the time, backed him, arguing that expert evidence in court could "address myths about rape and its victims". The assumption seems to be that ordinary jurors lack the intelligence to grasp how rapists and their victims behave, which is why courts need the expert psychologist to put them right.

In previous times, pronouncement about who was evil or who had sinned was the prerogative of the priest. With the end of deference to the church such mystical powers have become associated with the authority of the professional expert witness. The call for ordinary jurors to ignore their intuition and subjugate themselves to the superior insight of the expert is seldom characterised as what it really is, a new form of non-traditional deference. According to this perspective, the prejudices and myths of ordinary jurors need to be overcome through the intervention of the enlightened views of the expert.

It is necessary to state at the outset that any civilised 21st-century society is likely to take expertise seriously. The efficient functioning of such a society depends, to a significant extent, on the quality of contribution made by its experts. Anyone who is ill or confronted with a technical problem will turn to an expert.

The problem is not the status of the expert but its politicisation. All too often experts do not confine their involvement in public discussion to the provision of advice. Many insist that their expertise entitles them to have the last word on policy deliberation. Recent studies indicate that in public debates those whose views run counter to the sentiments of scientific experts find it difficult to voice their beliefs.

From time to time experts also use their authority to silence opponents and close down discussion. For example, those who argue that the debate on climate change is finished claim the authority of scientific expertise. That was how former British environment minister David Miliband justified his 2007 statement that "that the debate over the science of climate change is well and truly over". The impulse to close down debate is also evident in the attacks on Australian geologist Ian Plimer for raising questions about the prevailing consensus on climate change in his book Heaven and Earth. Plimer, it was pointed out with some finality, was not a climate change expert.

THE cultural affirmation accorded to the authority of expertise originates in the 19th century. Historically, expert referred to someone having experience. "Tho that bene expert in love," wrote Chaucer in the late 14th century. According to the Oxford English Dictionary an expert was "trained by experience or practice" and was "skilled" or "skilful. Although the term was often associated with a skill, it could also refer to personal qualities. So an 18th-century monarch could be described as "expert both in the arts of peace and war".

This general representation of expertise would soon give way to one that carried the connotation of possessing specialist knowledge or technical skill. The contemporary definition of an expert as "one whose specialist knowledge or skill causes him to be regarded as an authority" is directly associated with the role of the specialist and specialisation. As sociologist Michael Schudson observed in Theory and Society magazine in 2006,

an expert is someone in possession of specialised knowledge that is accepted by the wider society as legitimate. This knowledge includes specific, technical skill based on some wider appreciation of the field of knowledge inquestion.

The ascendancy of the expert was inextricably linked to the crisis of traditional authority in 19th-century Europe. Since the Enlightenment the important questions facing the world have been subjected to the power of reasoning. It was no longer sufficient to appeal to the authority of the past. Political theorist Hannah Arendt puts matters most starkly in Between Past and Future, first published in 1954, when she declares that "authority has vanished".

However, the vanishing of tradition was an invitation to the reconstitution of authority in a new form. In an era of scientific and technological progress the project of reconstituting authority was drawn inevitably towards the status enjoyed by technical expertise and specialised knowledge. Unlike traditional authority, which touched on every dimension of the human experience, the authority of the expert was confined to that which could be exercised through reason.

As legal philosopher Joseph Raz writes in Authority (1990), the "authority of the expert can be called theoretical authority, for it is an authority about what to believe". Raz observes that unlike political authority, which "provides reason for action", theoretical authority "provides reason for belief". However, while it is valid to draw a conceptual distinction between these two forms of authority, historical experience suggests that expertise becomes politicised easily. With the passing of time the distinction between these two forms of authority becomes blurred. Moreover the fragility of political authority encourages a process whereby politicians outsource their power to experts. As social scientist Stephen Hilgartner writes,

governments find expert advice to be an indispensable resource for formulating and justifying policy and, more subtly, for removing some issues from the political domain by transforming them into technical questions.

Political scientist Terence Ball suggests that the potential for the politicisation of expertise can be understood through understanding the distinction between epistemic and epistemocratic authority. Epistemic authority is "that which is ascribed to the possessor of specialised knowledge, skills, or expertise". For example, this form of authority works through deference to doctors on medical matters and lawyers on legal affairs. Epistemocratic authority, "by contrast, refers to the claim of one class, group or person to rule another by virtue of the former's possessing specialised authority not available to the latter". Ball argues that:

epistemocractic authority is therefore conceptually parasitic upon epistemic authority. Or, to put it slightly differently, epistemocratic authority attempts to assimilate political authority to the non-political epistemic authority of the technician or expert.

Ball claims that the conceptual distinction between political rule and expert authority in modern society becomes "blurred if not meaningless". In effect, the epistemocratic imperative extends the claim of expertise to the domain of political and public life. It assimilates moral and political issues to "the paradigm of epistemic authority" and asserts that "politics and ethics are activities in which there are experts". The influence exercised by epistemocratic authority today is shown by the constant slippage between scientific advice and moral and political exhortation on issues as different as global warming and child rearing.

In the 19th century the epistemocratic ideal was endorsed explicitly by positivist thinkers such as Saint-Simon and Comte. Not only did they assert the primacy of technocratic authority, they insisted on obedience to it. Although such an explicit endorsement of a technocratic authority is rarely expressed today, its anti-democratic impulse continues to play a powerful role. The influence of managerial and technocratic ideals on public life indicates that epistemocratic ideal is one, as Ball puts it, "to which political reality in some respects increasingly corresponds".

THE status of experts requires that their knowledge and skill is recognised as authoritative by the public. As historian Thomas Haskell points out, by the mid-19th century the man of science gave way to the scientist, representing a shift from gentlemanly vocation to profession. Haskell's book, The Emergence of Professional Social Science (2000), provides a convincing account of the campaign "to establish professional authority on a firmer base and to extend professional performance into new areas". He writes that the "word scientific then seemed to epitomise the very essence of professional idea: expert authority, institutionally cultivated and certified".

Although influenced by self-interest the professionalisation of expertise also represented an attempt to respond to the crisis of traditional authority. Haskell perceives the trend towards professionalisation as part of a "broad movement to establish or re-establish authority in the face of profoundly disruptive changes in habits of casual attribution" and "changes in the very notion of truth itself". He adds that

professionalisation in the 19th century was not merely a pragmatic and narrowly self-seeking tactic for enhancing occupational status, as it often is today; instead it then seemed a major cultural reform, a means of establishing authority so securely that the truth and its proponents might win the deference even of a mass public, one that threatened to withhold deference from all men, all traditions, and even the highest values.

So, the 19th-century professionalisation of expertise can be seen as representing the constitution of a new focus for public deference. At a time of disruptive changes and moral and intellectual confusion, the professional expert who personified reason and science was a reassuring authority figure. This was a form of authority that claimed to represent objective scientific truth and as possessors of this truth the expert could claim a superior moral status. Haskell argues that

Precisely because there were truths that no honest investigator could deny, the power to make decisions had to be placed in the hands of experts whose authority rested on special knowledge rather than raw self-assertiveness, or party patronage, or a majority vote of the incompetent.

Haskell goes on to ask: "What is it about modern society that causes men to rely increasingly on professional advice?" He also asks: "Under what circumstances do men come to believe that their judgment, based on common sense and the customary knowledge of the community, is not adequate?" Of course, the search for professional advice is founded on the loss of credibility of traditional guidance. The prerequisite for the rise of the expert was the erosion of traditional authority. The diminishing salience of custom and traditional truths created a demand for guidance and advice. The demand for experts was fostered by a cultural climate where little could be taken for granted and where people lacked the intellectual resources to make sense of the world. At a time when Western society was confronted with a crisis of causality the public was ready to embrace those who claimed the authority of scientific truth.

In the 19th century, the world appeared increasingly complex and interdependent. In such circumstances traditional notions of cause and effect could do little to illuminate the problems brought about by industrialisation, rapid social change and the rise of a world economy. Uncertainty about the world encouraged the birth of the social sciences, leading to the expansion of the empire of the expert. In such circumstances, a society that was all too conscious of the limits of lay knowledge was more than ready to defer to the claims of expertise.

Since the 19th century, expertise has thrived from the crisis of causality. For example, experts in the field of social science often justify their existence by insisting that the world is far too complex to be understood by ordinary folk. As historian David Haney has pointed out, the discipline of sociology sought to legitimise its expertise by drawing attention to the complexity of modern society. This argument was eloquently promoted by Talcott Parsons, probably the most influential sociologist of the post-war era. Haney observed that "in an argument consistent with those of earlier generations of social scientists", Parsons asserted that "the very fact of modernity, with its complexity and resultant confusion, required the expertise of the social scientist".

The tendency to render reality complex is one of the distinct features of the politicisation of expertise. Critics of technocracy, particularly of its propensity for an elitist, anti-democratic orientation to public issues, are often dismissed as naive, simple-minded people who fail to comprehend the complexities of everyday life. Writing in this vein, sociologist Michael Schudson dismisses the naive romanticism of critics who fear that reliance on experts may be incompatible with democracy. Such a standpoint "fails to see not only the complexity of democracy but the democracy of complexity". He adds that

in a world too complex for any one person or agency to comprehend, there is no governing without colleagues, consulting, committees and compromise.

THE flip side of expertise is an incompetent public. Historically, the ambiguous relationship between democracy and reliance on expertise has led many thinkers to draw pessimistic conclusions about the capacity of the public to play the role of a responsible citizenry. This argument is presented forcefully by American commentator Walter Lippmann in his classic 1992 study, Public Opinion. Lippmann declared that the proportion of the electorate that is "absolutely illiterate" is much larger than one would suspect and that these people, who are "mentally children or barbarians", are natural targets of manipulators.

The belief that the public was dominated by infantile emotions was widespread in the social science literature of the inter-war period. Often it conveyed the patronising assumption that public opinion does not know what is in its best interests. For Lippmann, the future of democracy depended on providing experts with the resources to influence the opinion of the public. American liberal philosopher John Dewey agreed with Lippmann's pessimistic assessment of people's capacity to understand the complexities of political life but was concerned about the potential for experts to transform themselves into an oligarchy. His solution was to confine expertise to the provision of facts and distance them from policy-making. Although the positions of Lippmann and Dewey are often counterposed, it is important to note that they both perceived the expert as possessing an intellectual, moral and political status that was qualitatively superior to that of the public.

The tendency to regard public opinion as the prisoner of irrationality informed the attitude of the elite towards the public display of emotion throughout most of the 20th century. Officials and opinion makers were particularly worried about the capacity of radical ideologies to generate too much political emotion. The passion and anger of protesters on the streets were regarded as the antithesis of reasoned and enlightened democratic process. Furthermore, it was generally assumed that, once mobilised, irrational emotionalism could vanquish the forces of rationality. That is why economist Joseph Schumpeter argued for the need to limit access to public affairs. Schumpeter believed that "utilitarian reason was simply no match for the extra-rational determinants of conduct". The social sciences, and specifically sociology, continually communicated a sense of distrust towards the views and opinions of the public. Haney notes that in post-war America many prominent sociologists possessed a "profound suspicion of the character and inclinations of the American people".

THROUGH extending the idea of complexity to the domain of personal and informal relationship, the authority of expertise has sought to colonise the private sphere. One of the characteristic features of modern times is that the decline of taken for granted ways of doing things has encouraged the perception that individuals are not able to manage important aspects of their life without professional guidance. Frequently the conduct of routine forms of social interaction are represented as difficult and complicated, which is why child-rearing can be treated as a science and why we often talk about parenting skills, social skills, communication skills and relationship skills. The belief that the conduct of everyday encounters requires special skills has created an opportunity for the expert to colonise the realm of personal relations.

For example, experts claimed that their science entitled them to be the authoritative voices on issues that were hitherto perceived as strictly pertaining to the domain of personal and family life. As one US study, published in the 1994 book Troubling Children, notes:

The authoritative voice of "scientific experts" on child development advised repeatedly that the correct training of children required an expertise that few modern parents possessed.

The new cohort of experts believed child-rearing, education and relationships needed to be reorganised in accordance with the latest finding of scientific research. They possessed a powerful crusading ethos and did not confine themselves to the presentation of research and observations. As psychologist William Kessen wrote in the journal American Psychologist:

Critical examination and study of parental practices and child behaviour almost inevitably slipped subtly over to advice about parental practices and child behaviour. The scientific statement became an ethical imperative, the descriptive account became normative. And along the way there have been unsettling occasions in which scraps of knowledge, gathered by whatever procedures were held to be proper science at the time, were given inordinate weight against poor old defenceless folk knowledge.

These experts, often with the backing of official institutions, could impose their proposals on schools and influence the conduct of family life. Against scientific authority, the insights and values of ordinary people enjoyed little cultural currency.

It is worth noting that the record of science in child-rearing, education and relationships has proved to be one of ever-recurring fads that rarely achieve any positive durable results. Nevertheless, at a time when adult authority has been on the defensive, the scientific expert has gained an ever-increasing influence over the conduct of inter-generational relations. Typically, educational experts claimed that since their proposals were based on objective science, only the prejudiced could possibly disagree with them. Pedagogic techniques were promoted on the grounds that they were based on the latest psychological research into child development or new objective theories of learning.

As far as Dewey was concerned, only an incorrigible superstitious traditionalist could object to the new scientific pedagogy. He could not comprehend how anyone could resist what the latest discoveries of the "science of individual psychology" showed about the way people learn. He wrote in the journal The Philosopher that "it was a little as if no one had been willing to put radios on the market because it was obviously an absurd idea that sound can be transmitted through vast distances". And with an air of impatience he exclaimed that "although these psychological discoveries are as well established today as the facts of the radio, they are still temperamentally abhorrent to a great many schoolmasters and parents". Dewey, like many of his colleagues, clearly felt frustrated by what he perceived as the unholy alliance of prejudiced parents and unimaginative traditionalist teachers who questioned the new science of the curriculum.

While this professionalisation of everyday life has been a distinct trend from the outset of modernity, it has grown at a breathtaking pace since the 1960s, with professionals systematically expanding the range of personal issues that demand expert knowledge. Today, every aspect of life from birth through to school and career to marriage and mourning is subject professional counselling. We live in an age of personal trainers, mentors and facilitators. Until relatively recently, the professionalisation of everyday life was contained by the belief that the problems of the private sphere were best left to the informal solutions worked out by people in their communities. Although the claim that the expert knew best was rarely contested, the so-called helping professions had far less opportunity to colonise private life. They were free to encroach into the life of people on the edge of society but, until the 60s, professionals had little opportunity to encroach into the private world of "normal", especially middle-class, people. One of the most striking illustrations of the influence enjoyed by experts today is that they rarely feel restrained from lecturing people on how to conduct their lives. Nor do they confine themselves to the provision of advice. Expert advice is used to legitimise government policies that have a significant effect on people's lives.

Of course, most experts are responsible and well-meaning individuals who have an important contribution to make to the welfare of society. But the consolidation of the political role of experts, and the reliance of politicians on expert advice rather than their own analysis, has encouraged a form of authority that violates the fundamental norms of democratic accountability. There is a tendency for politicians to retreat behind the complexity of expertise and complicate issues rather than striving to simplify, explain and achieve the resolution of problems. Expertise has also become a means to justify intrusion into areas of public and private life where it has no constructive role to play.

The problem is not expertise. Society needs expert authority, and expert authority needs an epistemic on which to draw. Society does not need the continuance of an episemocratic political approach that rejects decision making based on political judgment and hides behind technical expert advice. Nor does it need the manipulation of expert opinion as a smokescreen for political intervention, especially not in the private sphere.

ONE final point: expert opinion is not a substitute for intellectual reflection. Call them men (and women) of letters, intellectuals, generalists or polymaths. Since the Renaissance the intellectual and cultural life of a society depends on people who are able to transcend the limits of specialisation and have a grasp of the big picture. This point was clearly grasped in the 19th century by thinkers who were concerned about the consequences of excessive specialisation on public life. Writing in 1849, G.L. Lewis warned "that men of comprehensive minds should survey the whole circle of the sciences, should understand their mutual relations" so as "to avoid that narrowing influence which is produced by restricting the mind to the exclusive contemplations of one subject".

Since the 19th century, the problem of narrow specialisation and the erosion of a genuine dialogue across the arts and sciences has been widely commented on. In 1959, C.P. Snow expressed his anxiety about the split of intellectual life into the two cultures of the arts and sciences. How would he respond to the situation today when the two cultures have given way to disciplinary insularity within science and arts, where philosophers can't talk to historians and sociologists can't have a conversation with economists? What we need are not more experts but thinkers and commentators who can interpret the meaning that different forms of knowledge has for society.

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Interview with activist-writer Rebecca Solnit

Solnit interview

Tuesday, September 01, 2009

Coffee with chicory-Stand Up!

Recently, I was reading “Black Lamb and Grey Falcon” by Rebecca West. I picked it up because it’s about Yugoslavia amid the days just before WW2 (yes we Poles remained fascinated), when the author traveled back there for her second time and because its a huuuge book to take along for my many travels. Keeps me off the alcohol wagon going' by in the 3rd or 4th flight hour...

In the book, Yugoslavia (or the land of the Southern Slavs) is shown by West to be so rich in culture and in paradox that it requires storytelling in the extreme to gather and keep its history alive. Hmmmmm....
She does just that by showing the Slav people’s anger at what has been done to their land and to them, by recording their belief of their importance to the world’s history, and by soundly tabulating the sweep of imperialism that washes over these people, one that is so pervasive over the last 700 years that these Slavs are lucky if they have time or the energy to duck before the latest wave of intruders breaks and washes over them.
In doing so, she unleashes a story that Tolstoy might have thrown down in frustration before finishing. Many, many examples are brought forth of the loss of life and culture, none so chilling as the story of the Uskoks and their utter disappearance at the end of the tale. I bow my head.

I saw the parallels to my small, struggling city of New Orleans, and I actually notated the comparisons at every few pages in my book while reading (obsessive multi-tasker that I am), so when West used chicory in coffee as an analogy for the intrusion of unasked for bitterness in life, my mind skipped a beat or two, then circled back and examined that idea.

Because, while balancing the book on my arm, I was having a cup of chicory coffee at that moment (multi-tasking is more than 2 things happening in my definition) while sitting in my torn city with National Guard passing by the window.
Bitterness combined with aromatic morning ritual, yes, why would one do that?

For certainly (putting the pen down, therefore having only 2 things to balance now) there must have been specific reasons that New Orleanians kept to chicory after the shortages of the Civil War passed, why they kept to it even as massive coffee supplies resumed in our port city- and even now, why many residents glorify its use as an authentic experience to this day. Chicory coffee is picked over regular coffee, in coffeehouses, at the markets, in fine restaurants.

Add to that the probable news to you that chicory is a root that grows easily in our subtropical climate, yet in the early 21st century is rarely found growing on farms or in backyards. So, it’s not about necessity or ease of inclusion any longer, and as for strength, well it does crank up a bit, but so would just making the coffee stronger-so why bitterness as a staple ingredient?

I oddly saw a parallel in this choice to maintain a odd regional taste being similar with what the Croats underwent in their refusal to see Belgrade as their capital (as Yugoslavia was born) but instead to insist they were a colonized people under the Serbs and cling fiercely to Zagreb, their “beautiful old city capital”. The tension is highlighted in West's book where an exchange between a Serb who has embraced the Yugoslavian cause (home rule, rather than letting Austrian or Hungarian build their empire on them any longer but (BIIGG But) with Serbs as the leaders) and a moody Croat (one of the Roman Catholic smaller subset, another parallel) who has most decidedly not, accepted the new way, both friends of the author:
“How,” asked Valetta (the Croat) white to the lips, “can we be expected to be loyal if you always treat us like this?”
‘But I am telling you,” grieved Constantine,’ how can we treat you differently until you are loyal?”

So, Rebecca, are you saying that loyalty to a new idea is hard to accept, it seems, without reason to do so?

Chicory in our coffee could be seen as a statement against imperialism sweeping over our land at intervals, with the addition of it seen necessary as a talisman against capitulation. Or, as a way that war-weary but alert post-antebellum citizens lived daily with the realization that keeping the “make do” attitude alive as long as the city was a colony under some far-off rule would be sensible. It seems that with the ensuing years blurring the line between a political statement and plain chosen tradition makes it impossible to know the difference, so chicory has become one of our Zagrebs.
Anyway, we'd better see it as a statement and a choice that gives us uniquenes and therefore should remember to embrace it as our dowry and as part of our (yet) unwritten saga. And the beignets are just lagniappe.

Friday, August 28, 2009

Trees are good

A unique African tree could dramatically improve the yield of crops planted under its canopy by providing natural, renewable fertilizer, says a new study.

The tree has the potential to aid farmers throughout Africa, South America, and much of south and Southeast Asia, according to the researchers. msnbc story

maybe this is should be one of those "new New Orleanians"?