|The august Cambridge Ridge and Latin School with two famous actors who are alumni|
More telling and sad was when another journalist asked about Tsarnave's politics, his home life, or if he ever talked about his country, the nephew went quite, stuttered a bit and said no. This coming from someone who spoke about how close - in-detail often promoted by his aunt- he was to Tsarnave. Robin Young quickly dashed to his rescue by changing the subject back to how "diverse" the school is, adding that the school is "beloved" by her nephew,( asking him isn't that right?) which he quickly agreed. It seems she was less journalist and more damage control for the school.
We know the anger that we must, keep in check.
The picture above is of Robin William's nephew, Zolan. He of course is the one smiling. At first he was not named during the interview. But this opportunity was to big to go to waste, so he is now a major media source for the curious American. Zolan is a sophomore at Dartmouth and an intern at the Boston Globe. What's interesting is, he seems to have some Arab of even Black blood in him. But Frantz Fanon's "white mask" that he seems to wear so well- which is prevalent with those like him in his economic class, precluded him from forming genuine solidarity as cultural minority
with Dzhokhar Tsamaev, that could have provided possibly moored for this sad young man that clearly had major problems with America, that went ignored by his elite associates because they did not have to confront them and like Robin Young are complexly desensitized to them. Zolan, a sophomore at Dartmouth and an intern at The Boston Globe, is now an up and coming journalistic celebrity because of his "association" with Tsamaev and his aunt during the interview gushed about how his voice is much needed as a journalist. I beg to differ, clearly Zolan's voice is not that different than his aunts. The voices, we need to hear are the voices who don't have access, those left outside the halls of privilege or those who get in and refuse to wear the white mask of assimilation and even those who end up cracking up and going insane under the pressure.
Make no mistake, the deeds done in Boston were beyond horrible and I in no way embrace or support, such actions. But I find it pathetic, that NPR gets public dollars, while offering such white elitist coverage of these issues while masquerading as an "alternative voice".
For two years, my older cousin was immersed in high school theatre, providing distinction from the rest of us until her dreams died along the way, but not before her "big moment", when my family went to see her preform in “For Colored Girls Who Have Considered Suicide When The Rainbow is Enuf”
Now knowing what to expect, -my school didn't have plays, only talent shows performed on large plywood boxes in the lunchroom, - I fixated on the stage. The lights were cut, plunging the room into a dark and silent abyss. I heard the sweep of the curtain, across the wooden stage, as the stage lights pop on with focused intensity, revealing a "dining room" setting for a “TV" like drama but with “ real Black people” on stage, that immediately formed a symbiotic connection between the families in the audience and the actors, who first made us laugh with the Black tragic-comic humor, we knew so well from the beauty and barbershops, family holiday dinners, the front stoops and the corners, to the unemployment lines, to the funerals, grave yards, and the repasses, after the "mortal coils" of our beloved and no so loved ones have been left alone to settle and began their own journey of decay. During the second act pure tragedy was introduced, domestic violence, death, economic ruin, then in a bedroom, the women brought to life by my cousin, was both brutally beaten and raped, winding up in the hospital.
My uncle returned to his overly gregarious self, demanding to be introduced to the young boy's parents, who mumbled that his mother didn't approve of his acting "because of her religious convections". Further probing by my uncle revealed that the boy had to take the bus home to the far south side, and stated he was deserving of a Jack in the Box meal and a police escort home, which made the boy beam, while making my cousin and I jealous.
|Jack in the Box in Chicago closed during the early 1980's|