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View From Here: Bandits, Dangers and Opportunities

The marauding packs of  corporate bandits are at it again, robbing the common citizenry, causing pain and death with utter abandon and no remorse.  First they came for the homes, using mortgages as gambling chips, extracting bonuses and fees for every toss of the dice and with the homeowner left to account for the value after the game is done.

And here they are at it again, these economic parasites, now guised as a “health insurance industry”, have placed themselves between the citizenry and basic health care like common toll road warlords commanding “pay us or die.”   A single-payer plan, such as those typical in the rest of the industrial world, would be like the sheriff coming to town and the townsfolk  paying him, or her, for protection. 

From the chemical industry’s insistence there are acceptable limits and no ill effects, the pharmaceutical industry that produces illness sustainers that must be purchased for a lifetime, because cures are business killers, but that’s not how capitalism rolls.  They saw what the Salk vaccine did to the iron lung industry, and they are not going to make that mistake again.  The only thing that can stop them is a massive campaign that takes the battle for “single payer” to the streets in a roar of public defiance.   And don’t let them tell you that “It’s a done deal” – “Too big to fight against” – “Too powerful.”  That’s the Bloomberg Bamboozle and we can’t let it work again.

 

There is a new reality taking hold of the world and it is both grim news and opens a world of possibilities for the young people of Bedford-Stuyvesant.  An argument can be made that we are living in the beginning waves of the Future Shock world that Alvin Toffler warned about in his 1970 book of the same name and if that is so, then all of the change in the last few decades has finally caught up with us and the unemployment rate will not be improved by the once-useful measures of the past.  The grim news for our children is that the jobs they are being trained for are dying and the education they’re receiving to enable them to survive and prosper in the economic environment of the future, is not up to the national, much less international, standards that are being set and exceeded around the world.

The resurgence in jobs will not be coming from big growth in middle-sized or large companies, but rather big growth from individual income-producing activities, businesses of 1-10 people.   Here is where the world of possibilities lies, as a part of these many micro-businesses powering the economic resurgence by the power and redundancy of a parallel-processing system, as opposed to “Too big to fail” industries and institutions whose time is inevitably coming to a close.

In the online book, Unbounding the Future: the Nanotechnology Revolution, The Foresight Institute, a think tank and public interest organization focused on transformative future technologies, says “The trend for advanced technologies seems to be leading away from centralization. Will nanotechnology counter or accelerate this trend? By reducing the cost of equipment, by reducing the need for large numbers of people to work on one product, and bringing greater ability to produce the customized goods that people want, nanotechnology will probably continue the twentieth century trend toward decentralization. The results, though, will be disruptive to existing businesses.

There’s been a respite from future shock in the last three decades; people have had a chance to catch their breath. When nanotechnology arrives, will future shock arrive with it?”

 Well, ladies and gentlemen, welcome to that world.  Companies simply do not need the people they have let go.  Software is now performing many of those jobs and the workforce has to remake itself and be able to re-imagine what it wants to be and this is just the beginning.

According to Foresight, this is what our children will need: “These human skills that people carry with them will continue to be valued; managing complexity, providing creativity, customizing things for other people, helping people deal with problems, providing old services in new contexts, teaching, entertaining and making decisions. A reasonable guess would be that many of the service and information industries of the twentieth century will continue to evolve and exist in a world with nanotechnology. What is harder to imagine would be what new industries will come into being once we have new capabilities and lower costs.” And harder still to imagine that the Department of Education is preparing our children to thrive in that world, however it may look, and for that, we really have no clue.  As Foresight says, “Today, it’s as hard to predict what new industries will be invented as it would have been for the creators of the ENIAC computer to have predicted cheap, handheld game computers for children.”

Lights on the horizon are the young people we’ve seen operating Web-based businesses, and the small shops springing up around the area that are pretty well-described by Foresight as examples of what is to be expected.  “We’ve also seen the resurgence of small, but highly diverse stores: gourmet food shops, specialty ethnic shops, tea and coffee purveyors, organic and health food stores, bakeries, yogurt shops, gourmet ice cream stores, convenience stores offering twenty-four-hour access, shops selling packaged food plus snacks. These stores epitomize something fundamental: At some point, what we want is not a standard good at an ever-cheaper price, but special things customized to meet our own individual tastes or needs.”

Whether these are the best of times or the worst of times is yet to be determined,  but one thing we know for sure, they will be the times we make them.

MAJOR NYC ARTS EVENT! "SMART" BROOKLYN GALLERY HOP!

RSVP now for FREE transportation to 70 art galleries in hip Brooklyn “gallery districts”

On Saturday, November 21 and Sunday, November 22, 70 participating Brooklyn art galleries will offer visitors outstanding exhibitions and refreshments as well as a unique opportunity to learn more about Brooklyn’s expanding art scene and galleries during the second annual smART Brooklyn Gallery Hop, an initiative of Brooklyn Borough President Marty Markowitz and Brooklyn Tourism.

* The free smART Brooklyn Gallery Hop features bus loops that depart from select hubs every hour on the hour from 1pm-5pm and run through four different gallery districts, allowing participants to hop on and off the bus within each line’s loop. Additionally, a “Tour of Four” bus tour (not a loop) will offer visitors a chance to experience unique art galleries “off the beaten path”:

 Buses will be staffed with expert art docents offering smART tip sheets about collecting and buying art.

RESERVATIONS ARE REQUIRED. For more information, visit www.visitbrooklyn.org.

PARTICIPATING GALLERIES

RED LOOP – SATURDAY

Bedford-Stuyvesant • Clinton Hill • Fort Greene

HUB: MoCADA

80 Hanson Place (at South Portland)

BEDFORD-STUYVESANT

Afroart – Designs

George Washington Carver Gallery

House of Art

The Rising Arts (TRA) Gallery

Skylight Gallery

Zion Gallery

CLINTON HILL

Clinton Hill Simply Art & Framing Gallery

EX Galleries

The Rising Arts Gallery

FORT GREENE

Jon Frum Art Foundation

MoCADA

GOLD LOOP – SUNDAY

Brooklyn Heights • DUMBO • Red Hook

HUB: Brooklyn Borough Hall/Tourism Visitors Center

209 Joralemon Street (between Court & Adams)

 

 

 

 

Holding on to The Best Part of Bedford Stuyvesant — Its History, Humanity and "Hands"

 Brenda & Wilbert Fryson of Chauncey Street –

We bought our house on Chauncey Street in 1974.  A relative of a close friend lived on the block, and he made it possible for us to meet the owners, who were moving away.  We wanted our daughter,  Kenya,  to grow up in a caring and nurturing environment, and we chose Bedford-Stuyvesant for that reason.  Despite the relentless negative press, we knew that there were thoughtful neighbors, strong block associations, good schools, historic churches, active civic associations, and some of the most beautiful homes and apartment buildings to be found anywhere.

The house was a three family dwelling, and much of the detail was already gone.  It was a perfect palate for us to experiment with contemporary interior design. With guidance from architect, David Danois, we set about the first major renovation, which involved opening the second floor to the roof; moving a staircase; building a raised platform, constructing a loft bed, and creating a ground-floor rental unit.   The house is relatively small, and we had to find ways to take advantage of every inch.  Wilbert (“Fry”) did much of the work after the large projects were finished.  Perhaps the most compelling part of this phase in our lives was the help that we received from friends like Bernard Cooley, who helped with the dirty work of demolition and clean-out.  George Glee, Jr., Bernard McDonald, Clarence Jones, and Reginald Shell were among that group, and the Brownstoners of Bedford-Stuyvesant, a volunteer civic association,  was literally birthed in our backyard  after one of those work sessions. During that time,  we would work on each other’s houses, and then break for meetings that were held in the midst of busy toddlers, plaster dust and peeling paint.  You see, it was about making a contribution to this wonderful community, even more than it was about renovating a house.  We were fortunate  to have great activist role models to follow… Dr. Vernal Cave, Lucille Rose,  Montier Eason, Alma Carroll, Hattie Carthan, Joan Maynard, and Ruby Brent Ford (who was a guiding light in helping us organize the Brownstoners). Bed-Stuy Restoration Corp. was in its infancy, and was a visible and vital force in community development – rebuilding neighborhood pride at every level.  Those lessons of “giving back” still remain the bedrock of the work of the Brownstoners – thirty-two years later!  It was just the best time to live and grow with Bedford-Stuyvesant.  The best part … the great friendships that grew out of this love of community, and  which remain until this day.

Since those early days, we have done two more fairly large projects on our home…each one reflecting another stage in our lives. After Kenya left for graduate school, we opened her room to the adjoining bathroom and dressing room to create a comfortable suite.  The loft bed, with its own set of stairs, was replaced with a floor-to-ceiling glass wall that now encloses  a cozy bedroom.  On the parlor floor, a new breakfast room is now our favorite spot for morning coffee, Fry’s crossword puzzles, and quiet dinners. Custom cherry cabinets, silestone counters,  and stainless steel appliances were part of a kitchen makeover.  Now, in our retirement  years, we have updated the ground floor bathroom in Fry’s “man cave”, with a chair-height toilet and  a walk-in shower, complete with grab bars.  This entire floor can be converted into living space for the two of us when those flights of stairs become too much.

Needless to say, just about every room on the public floors in our home  has played host to one meeting or another.  Many times, in the hurried pace of my community work, Fry will cook a great meal, or give up his den for a “skull session” with this group or that.  We are blessed to have both of our mothers still alive, and in their 90’s.  As caregivers, we are learning that the love and support that we received throughout our lives, must be just as lovingly returned.  We have so many friends who are experiencing the same situations, and we share resources and strategies. . We gloat over our three year old grandchild; we travel, and we try to take care of our health.   We have our favorite eateries right here in the nabe…Sugarhill, Royal Rib House, and the new Mix-up Restaurant.  We try to make time to catch the excitement at Jazz 966 as much as we can.  This is Bed-Stuy, and we love it!

The house is here, but so is Chauncey Street.  We enjoy “stoop-sitting”, and watching  over  the children as they come and go, just as our neighbors did for Kenya. We can smile about Kenya and Donine Carrington, who grew up on this block, and who are still good buddies to this day…one in Maryland…one in Georgia.  They are just two of the many stories of our children, public school products all, who have gone on to make good lives for themselves.   

Sometimes we look at the huge article from the New York Times, dated 1988, which hangs on one of our walls, and I chuckle. There are pictures of our families and homes and, of course, the expected   tale of gentrification.   Yes, we were “discovered”;  we were declared “safe”, and folks moved to Bedford-Stuyvesant.  Two decades later, we have been “discovered”,  once again. I am hopeful that the strands of this community’s  history; its struggles and triumphs, and the tenaciousness of its people in renewal and revival will not be lost in these cycles of “discovery”.

When Fry and I moved to Bedford-Stuyvesant, shops were owned by folks who lived in the neighborhood; property was obtained and passed down to the children; there was an unmistakable pride in who we were as an African-American community, and our churches, tenants’ groups in our public housing developments,  block associations, and civic groups were all tuned into the needs of every resident. Undergirding those precepts was an understanding that forces of destruction (infiltration of guns and drugs, unemployment, ineffective schools, health disparities, decaying housing, and unscrupulous developers) had to be dealt with in the most aggressive ways, and people took the time and energy to fight for Bedford-Stuyvesant.  Those times have come again, and the advantages and pitfalls should not be surprising.  However, I fear that the extraordinarily high  level of energy and commitment to continued revitalization – block association by block association, and neighbor by neighbor –  that has been the cornerstone of our survival, is being lost in a new paradigm which subtly diminishes our values  and  rich culture;  dismisses our institutions (public schools, community-based organizations, and civic groups), and marginalizes those residents who are determined to remain, amid rising housing costs. We need all of the new ideas, new drive, and hard work if we are to continue as one of the brightest jewels in this city’s crown of great, historic communities. 

We helped to build NYC, and these next generations of hands are needed to sustain and enrich Bedford-Stuyvesant.  We must heed the simple and powerful message left by the many awesome men and women who guided Bedford-Stuyvesant’s renascence … everybody can and must contribute something.

By Brenda Fryson

Fedrecia M. Hartley, Bedford-Stuyvesant's Artful Home

 Bedford-Stuyvesant’s Artful Home: When Fedrecia Hartley purchased her property several years ago she fulfilled three dreams: brownstone ownership in her Bedford-Stuyvesant neighborhood; the establishment of a home for exhibiting artists’ works, including her own; and creation of creative art opportunities for community building and empowerment.

 

Hartley is the Director of Zion Gallery and President and Co-founder of the Bedford-Stuyvesant Artists’ Association (BeSAA).

 

Hartley obtained her house in 1996, and opened her Zion Gallery in 2005. In this space, residents right here in the community can view art within the framework of a setting that is similar to their own, then acquire these works for their own homes.  “It gives collectors a chance to see how the artwork will work in their houses,” says Ms. Hartley.

 

But the Hartley MacDonough Street homestead is more than a venue to display and sell artworks by famous local artists who live in the neighborhood.  Ms. Hartley also hosts workshops for young students – preschool to high school; creates holiday-oriented celebrations, including last year’s Art and Vine mini-fest; presides over meetings for BeSAA, and blueprints major community events, like the recent Bed-Stuy Alive! festival of last October.

 

In the ground-floor entry hallway, she established the Small Works Gallery – a dedicated space for originals and prints that are 12 inches-by-12 inches or smaller.  “As pieces are sold, more are added,” she says.   Among the offerings are jewelry, handmade hats and small artworks. 

 

A door on the right leads to the main room of the gallery – which has been home to works by such artists as Otto Neals, Gerald Jones, Olivia Cousins, Annette E. Brown, Halima Cassells, Ramona Candy, Pamela D. Jones, Rita D. Strickland and Maxine Townsend-Broderick.

 

Ms. Hartley’s major exhibitions have included: Honoring Men with artists Corey Lightfoot, Stephan L. Davis, Cornell Jones and Trevor Brown; Freedom’s Journey: Passageways Along the Underground Railroad  featuring the photographs of Cousins, and an exhibition of the art of the Long Island Black Artists Association , among others.

 

“Zion Gallery functions to collect, preserve, study, document, interpret and exhibit community artists and beyond,” she informs visitors to her blogspot. “While these goals are common to many galleries, Zion Gallery distinguishes itself by emphasizing art’s historical, cultural and social contexts through experimentation and interpretation in workshops, art classes, special events and presentations.”

 

Fedrecia’s bold signature works, a mixed-media series entitled Urban Flowers, is easily distinguishable.  She describes her art as “capturing the everyday beauty and strength that can be found blooming in corners of the vast urban landscape of New York.”  This is an appropriate description of the home and gallery – a treasure in Bedford-Stuyvesant. Zion Gallery, located at 152 MacDonough Street, Brooklyn, is opened Saturdays and Sundays, 12 noon to 6pm (by appointment; telephone number is below). 

 

On Saturday, November 21 during the smART Brooklyn Gallery Art Hop, an initiative of Borough President Marty Markowitz  (www.visitbrooklyn.org), Ms. Hartley is helming curatorial duties at two galleries: Zion on MacDonough Street and George Washington Carver Gallery at the Magnolia Tree Earth Center, 677 Lafayette Avenue, between Tompkins and Marcy Avenues.  Both Zion Gallery in Stuyvesant Heights and Carver Gallery in North Bedford-Stuyvesant will be two of the 69 exhibiting galleries.  BeSAA is presenting the Fulton Art Fair artists at MTEC’s Carver Gallery in an exhibition entitled “TREASURES” featuring the works of Brent Bailer, Denzil Belisle, Bob Carter, Olivia Cousins, Bob Daniels, Diane Grazette-Collins, Rudolph Greenaway, Ruben Holder, Gerald Jones, Edward Martin, Dinga McCannon, James Mingo and Emmett Wigglesworth.

 

“Zion Gallery’s outreach Bedford-Stuyvesant’s “urban landscape” is a realization of the community involvement aspect of Ms. Hartley’s early dreams.  “In extending Zion’s and BeSAA’s missions to all parts of  Bedford-Stuyvesant, we are recognizing our community as a home for artists and a builder of artists,” she says.

 

For more information about Zion Gallery, BeSAA and Ms. Hartley’s other projects, at home and beyond, visit: www.ziongallery.blogspot.com and www.besaa.org.  718-919-8014

 

Aging in Our Time / Who Are the Caregivers?

Photo courtesy of the Alzheimer's Association. by: Rowena Groves Rye

Students of the Bible interpret the phrase “brother’s keeper” in relation to a lesson in caring … or being responsible … for others.  By this interpretation “others” refers to everyone, related by blood or not. 

  Offspring of America’s big birth boom following World War II, however, are focusing closer to home; more than 20% of them, according to statistics, are taking care of those who first took care of them. 

 So with the aging population, an entire world has come alive around Elder Care as Caregiving and caregivers come out of the closet.   Old myopic views of “dementia” and “Alzheimer’s” are fading in the glare of research’s great light – a research that is still bringing gray matters out of the shadows. Also, Caregivers and the Caregiven are living longer.

 In “Caregiving:  The Spiritual Journey of Love, Loss and Renewal,” two-time Pulitzer nominee Beth Witrogen McLeod offers heart and soul to statistics.   She writes: I was drifting along in my tidy little life, as … immortal as the next fortysomething.  Suddenly… everything that had been familiar vanished.” 

 As caregivers work to fulfill the needs of loved ones, many reveal they also are peering into mortality’s eye and seeing their own.  Is it a guilty hope that one day someone may do the same for them?  Ms. Witrogen writes, “(Caregivers go lengths to) travel in health care systems trying to control long-term-care costs while living in a society that idolizes youth and independence rather than wisdom and community.” 

 Following is an excerpt from Ms. Witrogen’s work.  Perhaps not so fitting a metaphor – but one just the same, is how we rescued “Caregiving”: we found it last week atop a pile of used books at a local flea market. Our Time Press publishers are grateful: the book is enhancing our caregiving.       

                                                                                  Bernice Elizabeth Green

 

Who Are the Caregivers?

(Excerpted from: Caregiving: The Spiritual Journey of Love, Loss and Renewal –

{(c)2009 Beth Witrogen McLeod. All Rights Reserved.

 Reprinted with Permission. John Wiley & Sons Publishing})

 

 My parents left a double-edged legacy: awareness of both the sorrow and the generosity of the human heart.  Nowhere perhaps is this paradox more widely played out than on the daily stage of family caregiving, where the unsuspecting can find themselves on a chaotic journey in which the only certainty is the demise of their loved one.  These caregivers are on a path seemingly without end, subjected to the stresses and the guilt of watching another’s pain without being able to erase it, of witnessing a loved one’s dying without being able to prevent it. They quietly sacrifice personal agendas to look after those in need, when sandwiched between child care and jobs and usually without advance planning. They live a world apart from everyday reality and wonder if they will ever be normal again. They have one goal: to maintain the dignity and the well-being of their loved one until the end.  The burden is great, the information insufficient, the doubt overpowering.  Yet, these loyal souls – many of whom do not recognize themselves as caregivers-work largely without professional help, feeling they can and must do everything alone.  There is no question about taking on this role: they do so compelled not only by the dictates of society, but also by the mandates of the heart.

 They bathe, feed, dress, shop for, listen to, and transport frail parents, spouses, children, friends, relatives, neighbors and even strangers.  Night and day they torment over how to keep loved ones out of nursing homes, how to give adequate medical attention and make life-and death-decisions when they have not been trained to do so,  Often in poor health or over age sixty-five themselves, they worry about safeguarding an obstinate relative’s finances or moving him or her to a more secure home.

 They are the parents who lovingly tend to disabled children.  They are the grandparents raising grandkids because their own children are incarcerated, divorced or on drugs.  They are the well spouses who grieve while their mates still live but have forgotten all the love that ever passed between them.  They are the adult children who have discovered an entirely new and unanticipated midlife crisis: caring for an aging parent.  They are mostly women.

 In individual way, they blaze their own trails and build support networks.  Each caregiver must deal with challenges like handling complex medical and legal documents, finding appropriate housing or care facilities, modifying a home for safety, moving a loved one cross-country, massaging a child forever confined to bed, or changing the diaper on a modest and humiliated parent.  Loved ones who have been independent now fear becoming burdensome; family patterns ware turned upside down and futures are forever altered. Usually these tasks are carried out with courage and persistence against frustrating odds.   Shorn of energy but loyal and loving to the end, family caregivers more than measure up to the demands: they are stalwarts who persevere against great obstacles. 

Caregiving is as much if not more, about the emotional impact as it is the physical.  Long after proper housing or medical care has been arranged, greater personal issues remain: how do we keep our hearts open in hell? And why should we try?  This is the inner journey of caregiving: this is the promise of renewal.

 Although family caregiving has always existed across all cultural and economic settings, some elements are unique to this era: an increasingly aged and disabled population that will be filled by the massive baby boom generation (who has ) entered midlife, the lack of adequate and coordinated systems to finance and support long-term care of the chronically ill and disabled, and a renaissance in spiritual seeking and exploration of end-of-life issues.

 In North America, the number of family caregivers has exploded by 300 percent in only nine years (Note to readers: Witrogen’s book was published in 1999.), reaching into a quarter of all households.

 Doomsayers would preach that the world has been overtaken by rage, greed, and resignation. I believe that if you look into the private rooms of caregiving families, you will find the true nature of things as they are, beneath the veneer of social conditioning and confusion, stereotype and illusion.  There you will find great kindness and devotion, a trust of life that surpasses doubt or pain.  There you will find the highest expression of who we are.

 If we close our hearts to suffering, we cannot open them to love.  Every benevolent act counts.  By surviving difficulties and holding on to goodness, caregivers inspire others to summon the power of the spirit.  Humanity can evolve from its violence and recklessness into an enlightened age of caring when the lessons of loss are honored, exemplified by modern-day heroes who fulfill the old mandate: to give. Author contact: info@witrogen.com.