Archive for November, 2004

Self-reflexion (or: The Cyclical Nature of Life, Part Deux)

Monday, November 29th, 2004

I saw the New Deal at the Bowery Ballroom 2 nights ago, nearly 365 days on the dot since I last saw them, that time also at the Bowery Ballroom, also right after Thanksgiving. Aye.

Given this rather interesting yet repetitive turn of events, I considered a scenario. Take the Sacarny of yesteryear and ask him…

“Mr. Sacarny, one year from now would you expect to be…

  1. About ready to declare as an Econ major
  2. Painfully single
  3. Doing computer grunt work for WBAR
  4. Procrastinating with your blog

And I suppose this old version of me would have the following response:

“Mmmm… yeah, that sounds about right.”

Praise for BlogSac!

Monday, November 15th, 2004

My opinion piece about the movie Columbia Unbecoming was published in the Columbia Spectator on Friday. It’s titled “Shedding Light on MEALAC”.

Thankfully my fame didn’t end there. Today The Spectator ran this correction:

It has come to spectator’s attention that an Op-Ed submission by Adam Sacarny (”Shedding Light on MEALAC,” Nov. 12) was previously published on the author’s web log. it is our policy to only publish material original to Spectator.

Yes, that’s right. BlogSac is a publication!

Je suis TO MONTREAL!

Monday, November 15th, 2004

Yes, yes, another whirlwind trip. Here is a timeline with a map!

To Montreal!

  • 2:30pm - I leave Columbia University. Pandemonium ensues.
  • 3:30pm - The Fung Wah bus departs. Thankfully, I am seated on it. Not so thankfully, it gets caught in the snow/rain, and travels at around walking speed for the next 6 hours.
  • 9:30pm - The bus arrives at South Station. I take the infamous “Bran Van” back to Brandeis. At this point I have not urinated in approximately 8 hours.
  • 12:30am - Ethan and I embark, dragging behind us the Blue Beast. It is snowing out and we recognize leaving in these conditions is a pretty stupid idea. But anyway, back to the story.
  • 2:15am - With 10 miles remaining on the tank, we finally find a gas station. We are somewhere in the Middle of New Hampshire, and the attendant explains that there is no gas station open at this hour within 30 minutes in either direction. We fill up, buy beef jerkey, and continue onwards.
  • 4:15am - We arrive at UVM. It is freezing out, and all of the people we were supposed to meet are already asleep. At some point, we go to sleep.
  • 3:00pm (later that day) - To Montreal!
  • 5:00pm - Bonjour. We arrive in Montreal.

I should speak about Montreal: I have been there before. It is a nice place, and French is a funny language. Good times were had by all, and these good times have been saved forever on Ethan’s picture gallery. All in all, I spent about 10 waking hours in the city, which is about half the time I spent getting there. Let’s just say that this trip was about the process, and the process was (mostly) a lot of fun.

Columbia Unbecoming: Success by Obscurity

Thursday, November 4th, 2004

I suspect that every Jew who lived through the Holocaust acutely fears that a new movement will arise to finish off what Hitler started. And with just cause: these people lived through a nearly successful attempt to exterminate their entire religion. As far as I’m concerned, their experience makes that fear, however extreme it might get, completely understandable.

It’s simply a fact that many of the aforementioned people have a lot of money, and so they wield plenty of influence at universities, which often depend on their donations. They’re also rightfully afraid of anti-semitism. Add together their wealth and their fear, and you’ve got a dangerous combination. Just hearing about a few scary minutes of film could dramatically change how they spend their money.

That’s where Columbia Unbecoming, a new “documentary” by The David Project, comes in. The film introduces itself as a plea for academic integrity within the Columbia MEALAC (Middle East and Asian Languages and Cultures) Department. After 25 minutes of interviews touting Columbia’s vibrant anti-Semitic professors, students, and clubs, the film concludes with a message that the problem of academic integrity goes beyond the classroom: academic imbalances go hand in hand with racism, sexism, and homophobia. If it had a coherent structure, believable interviews, and cold, hard evidence, then maybe Columbia Unbecoming would achieve its ostensible grand objective of solving the world’s problems of hate. Unfortunately, the producers get lost in their broad strokes and never convince the audience of their details.

At times, the film incriminates itself. One interviewee repeats that a professor tried to silence her by looking into her eyes, mentioning her eye color, and so determining that she wasn’t a Semite. Silence, silence, silence me, she repeats over and over again. Yes, the story she tells is a bit scary, but it only holds up if we ignore the rest of the interview. Initially, she explains that in class she discussed her objection to one of the professor’s points. When class ended, the professor motioned her aside, and the two continued to discuss the issue privately. This professor who was trying to silence and intimidate her — yes, that’s right, silence and intimidate her — apparently was so determined to do so that he spoke with her for 45 minutes out of class.

One wonders if the statements about the student’s Semitic heritage were taken out of context, since taking the events at face value indicates instead the teacher’s great degree of respect for the student. Few professors, in particular few popular professors, are willing to devote so much time to their students. If the professor wanted to intimidate her, why didn’t he yell at her during the class? Furthermore, why did he wait until 45 minutes into their private conversation to deliver the knockout intimidation punch? Were they actually just joking? Had she insulted him?

Beyond this “intimidation” incident, the film has little or no hard evidence of academic integrity failures. Much like the electoral campaigns, it uses talking points in place of pesky verifiable facts. While the editors clearly had a few words which they sought to emphasize, one begins to wonder whether the interviewees knew about them too. Words like “intimidation”, “silence”, and “anti-semitism” pop up all too often in the same contexts. One interviewee in particular sounds like she has rehearsed her lines. Rather than living up to its hype as a hard-hitting and moving documentary, Columbia Unbecoming feels… staged. It’s understandable though, because with only 4 academic incidents to report, all of them of questionable severity, the producers likely needed to manipulate their interviewees a bit.

As the film drags on, it switches themes and gives up on trying to prove any hard corruption in MEALAC. With talking points at full throttle and topicality completely ignored, the painful discussion of Columbia’s rampant anti-Semitism begins. The examples are inevitably ludicrous or exaggerated. One student posts a sign for an Israeli film festival and a Socialist tears it in two. The same student attends a talk entitled “Why Divest in Israel?” and complains that the talk failed to viably present Israeli investment opportunities. Another student claims that when he put up posters mentioning Israel, people drew swasticas on them. However, the film offers no corroborating evidence for his claims, indicating that the producers think lowly of their audience’s reasoning skills, don’t know how to make a convincing argument, or don’t actually have any more evidence. These reasons are listed in order of increasing likelihood, although they should not be considered mutually exclusive.

The film’s case is so shoddy that I fail to see how any critical viewer could leave the theater convinced that MEALAC has violated Columbia’s academic integrity standards. Likewise, the claims of anti-Semitism lack any substance. So why make a “documentary” about a “problem” when piecing such a movie together requires interview manipulation and perpetual running from the facts? Because there’s a whole class of powerful people who get very scared whenever they hear about anti-Semitism. It’s the message that matters, whether it’s true or not. Very few people will actually watch Columbia Unbecoming, but plenty will hear about it. For those who never see the film, all they know is that anti-Semitism has become so rampant on campus that a group of students got together to make a film about it.

Those complicit in the making of this documentary should feel ashamed of themselves. Columbia Unbecoming uses anti-Semitism as a manipulative tool, taking advantage of a painful ideology rather than trying to fight it. I hope that anyone who even suspects of its validity finds a way to watch it, because its success relies on popular ignorance.

Election 2004: Countdown to Tears

Wednesday, November 3rd, 2004

It started with Florida.

I was looking closely at the county returns. Broward and Palm Beach weren’t in yet, so I checked out the more moderate and Republican areas. Then I compared the margins with the 2000 returns. Gore had done better in all of them in 2000 than Kerry was doing at the time. And I spoke up.

“Uh, guys, it looks like Kerry isn’t doing so well in Florida.”

Five minutes later CNN said the same thing. That Bush was doing better in most counties this time around. So I turned to Ohio, where Kerry had a slim lead.

Suddenly Bush was ahead. I looked at the counties, and Cuyahuga (Home of Cleveland) was barely reporting. At that point I began waiting for Cuyahuga’s returns to erase the Bush lead, which of course never happened.

Two thoughts:

1) We took Pennsylvania. We took Pennsylvania because I went there with Kate Hurwitz and campaigned in the rain.

2) My father voted for John Kerry. I cannot overstate the importance of this vote. A large part of me hopes that my arguing with him throughout the summer had something to do with it.

Okay, those were statements. So here’s a third thought:

3) The Democratic party is absolutely, absolutely fucked. This election is a complete disaster. Kerry is squeaking it out in states where he should have huge margins. The South is solid red, moreso than 2000. It looks like Daschle is toast. It’s time to rethink the party values, and rethink them fast. It’s also time to think about proportional representation.