My thoughts on Michael Jackson

There is no way I can string together a sentence that can fittingly express just how much Michael Jackson meant to me or how deeply devastated I am by his death.

The word “epic” is unworthy of describing his life, his career and his iconic level of fame. Not only was he the most significant artist in music history during his life, but the news of his death today nearly shut down the entire internet. The way the story unfolded in the news marks a major change in journalism and social media that will surely have implications for years to come. The biggest comfort to me, and surely many other fans, has been the overwhelmingly positive nature of the coverage and comments. Aside from the few who feel the need to make jokes or spread malicious garbage, most everything I have read, listened to and seen today regarding his passing has expressed sadness and appreciation for the light he brought to the world.

To me, Michael Jackson was much more than a singer, a dancer, and a celebrity. To me, he represented The Dream, the hope and optimism that can keep us going in our darkest hours. Whenever I felt like I was wallowing in the lowest points of my life, I had The Dream to lift me up and make me believe things would get better. The Dream is that magical part of childhood, the wild imagination, which makes us believe anything is possible, that the future will be brighter than the present. Today, I feel like my childhood is officially over because The Dream is gone.
In time, I am sure that I will be able to once again feel that optimism and inspiration that Michael Jackson represented in my life. Today, however, I am left with sorrow and disbelief.

Basketball Diaries from Planet Orange

Alexis Gentry documents her time with the Phoenix SunsOccasionally, it dawns on me that a lot of people I know aren’t on Twitter and haven’t seen my frequent (and some might say incessant) updates from the last week. As a result, I’m writing this blog as a continuation of my first “Basketball Diaries” post–which has nothing to do with Jim Carroll, Leonardo DiCaprio, or heroin–to detail the action, intrigue and adventure during my most recent trip out to the desert to spend some time with the Phoenix Suns….

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Suns vs Clippers

Last night was my dad’s first game as Head Coach of the Phoenix Suns. Apparently, it was one of the most exciting games of the season. I say “apparently” because I don’t have NBA League Pass and couldn’t watch the game in its entirety. I did follow live updates on the Suns Twitter, and caught the highlights on Sports Center last night. One of the craziest moments was this one…

 

That’s right. That’s Zach Randolph of the Clippers punching Lou Amundson of the Suns in the face. Amundson was just fine and proved it with a sick dunk that had the guys on the bench out of their seats.

I’ve seen quite a few basketball fights in my day, including one that left my dad with a broken wrist, but this one was extra exciting. I just kept thinking, “I wish I had flown back from Phoenix on Wednesday instead of Monday!”

In the end, the Suns emerged victorious, winning 140-100, the largest margin of victory after a coaching change in NBA history!

Congrats to the Suns and to my dad, Alvin Gentry, on the win!

Maybe I should think twice about not getting that NBA League Pass.

This would be hilarious if it wasn’t so infuriating

From The Denver Post: “Boulder students want to rename school for Obama”

Joellen Raderstorf says that the idea her son has come up with – renaming Boulder High School to “Barack Obama High School” – may have surprised a few people.
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“We think the election of Barack Obama is one of the most significant events in our country and shows the progress we’ve made in this country,” Ben [Raderstorf] said today in-between classes. “We think he is deserving of recognition like this.”

The Boulder High School junior is deeply involved in politics. In the future he would like to major in international relations and economics.
[…]
Ben Raderstorf became president of a Boulder High School group called “Student Worker,” an organization of approximately a dozen kids that is advocating the name change.
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“We initiated this campaign in order to honor the momentous achievement of this African-American, inspire the community with his ideals of unity and hope, and reflect the progressive spirit that is shared by both Barack Obama and our school environment,” he said.

I rarely get very personal on this blog, but this was something I just had to write about because of the overwhelming rage I felt upon reading this story.

Let me state that I definitely think Barack Obama deserves to be recognized and to have all sorts of things named after him. His election was indeed significant and inspiring and he may prove to be one of the best presidents in this country’s history.

My issue with this has little to do with Obama and more to do with the blatant hypocrisy exhibited by naming a school where racism, discrimination, and segregation are not only allowed, but enforced by the staff and administration.

To understand why I am so upset about this, you need to know my back story. As a bi-racial student at BHS from 1999-2002, I have first-hand experience with some of Boulder’s infamous hypocritical behavior.

I can’t even keep track of how many times I was told by my peers that I must listen to hip-hop, or be really good at basketball, or get into a lot of fights, or only be interested in dating black guys or that I probably know how to shake it like the girls in the Jay-Z video.

Boulder is a place that likes to congratulate itself for being progressive and open-minded. Residents often go so far to establish that they aren’t racist that they fail to recognize the racism they exhibit in their attempts to be accepting and tolerant.

Every February was like torture as my teachers asked me to lead discussions about Black History Month or the significance of Martin Luther King Jr. and Rosa Parks. I was used as an example in classes about segregation as my fellow students illustrated their points with, “It’s like if we didn’t let Alexis use the same drinking fountain as us.” In middle school at BaseLine I was even told that I should go as Rosa Parks for our History Day event and voted “Most Unique Hair” because I had braids.

While this might not be as outwardly wrong as being called a racial slur–which also happened to me a few times–it is hurtful in that it singles out the few minority students in a school and puts them on display like a Coney Island freak show. “Step right up! Witness the rare biracial teenager with her hair in braids!”

My time at Boulder High School only exacerbated things for me as I found that most of my so-called liberal peers were no better than the self-professed “red necks” I knew. Richard Pryor once joked that, every time a black person and a white person got into an argument, the white person always had the ammunition of calling the black person a slur. This certainly seemed to be true in my experience in Boulder and at Boulder High School.

It’s sad to think that a school that called itself “a place for everyone” engaged in such racist behavior as segregating Latino students by assigning them lockers on the third floor. It’s even worse to think that, when one of the speakers at the 2002 graduation ceremony acknowledged this, she was booed by parents and fellow students.

It’s even disheartening to see that Ben Raderstorf and others are flatly labeling Obama an African-American when he is actually biracial. It’s like a throw back to the “One-Drop” rule that developed in the early history of the United States.

The election was important. It was historical. But we shouldn’t describe it that way based only on the race of the candidate. Instead, we should see the significance of the election in terms of the hope Obama inspired or the positive change he might bring to our nation.

This post will surely spawn a lot of response from the faux-liberal flock in Boulder, but I was just so saddened and upset by the story that I couldn’t avoid responding. I can only hope that Boulder doesn’t sully the good name of Barack Obama by renaming Hypocrisy High in his honor.