Ox Baker's in bad shape. His daughter set up a gofundme page for medical/funeral expenses.
Ox, if it’s your time to go, know that you struck terror into the heart of a young boy who loved to get that fear from TV villains doing their depths-of-evil schtick: which is to say, you inspired me.
And if it’s not your time yet, all that’s still true. Thanks Ox Baker. You brought a vision to life.
The photo of Ox on that page is heartbreaking, as is the fact a man who did as much for wrestling as he did could be in such need.
I wonder how many people got into computer programming because of the movie The Matrix only to find the field to be as disappointing and confusing as The Matrix Reloaded.
Do you think C.L.R James "The Black Jacobins" is a serious and valid source on Toussaint Louverture?
Hello. Thank you for your question.
First, it’s always good to pay attention to the subtitles of books you browse. In this case: “Toussaint L’Ouverture and the San Domingo Revolution” seems to suggests that the book will indeed deal with the leadership of Toussaint Louverture in the Haitian Revolution.
Second, C.L.R. James was a very important (Marxist/Socialist) intellectual in his time and I have to say, I am always surprised to see how little recognition he seems to be enjoying in the United States (i’m guessing his political affiliations may have something to do with it, but still). * I am only making this comment to state that he is a very authoritative source and even today (more than 6 decades after its release) The Black Jacobins is considered a classic and one of the most complete analysis of the Haitian Revolution.
That being said, not so long ago, I saw a post on Tumblr on how this was a very important book on Toussaint Louverture and Black Power, as much as i agree with the first clause, I’m hardly convinced by the second and I wonder what some people got from their own reading. I think that more than anything else, this was a book about placing the Haitian Revolution and radical figures like Toussaint Louverture inside a broder discussion of the French Revolution, which was something few people had attempted to do seriously. This books helps us see how the language of universal (or not so universal) freedom embedded in the Declaration of the Rights of Man and of the Citizen greatly affected individuals in Saint-Domingue. In the end, once we place the events in Saint-Domingue back into this contingency, we see that even before Napoleon’s seizure of power, most French revolutionaries (although not all) could not reconcile the principales of their own Revolution and the slave insurrection (which is even more important to note, considering slavery had been abolished by February 1794). So, we should be careful when we read this book to remember part of the aims of the author (which are not kept a secret at all from the reader.) That we can see the Haitian Revolution as an event that transcended the frontiers of Saint-Domingue/Haiti in asserting the humanity of Blacks throughout the Atlantic (and hence give it a ”Black Power” resonance) is one thing, but to extend that meaning to C.L.R. James’ book is another. (I mean if that is so, what do we make then of all the class connections he makes with the slaves and the French sans-culottes?)
At any rate, to go back to your original question, this is indeed a valid source on Louverture but i don’t think our understanding of the book should be limited to the person of Toussaint. I’m sure you will enjoy this book and I highly recommend you also read some reviews or historiographical essays on the Haitian Revolution (a lot of them are freely available on the web).
Good day. :)
Apologies are a start, but please explain, dear Economist, how this review made it to publication in the first place? It was contrarian for the sake of being so, and intellectually dishonest at that.
As for the reviewer’s contention that advocacy cannot be history, I would suggest he read up on his Howard Zinn.
Should you desire to spend the majority of your life in the woods, you are free to do so; there is no limit to how often an American may go camping. You can work a summer job and save up enough cash to buy a polar sleeping bag, a few MREs and various basic supplies, and go forth (ugh, you probably have to get permits, though) to live off the fat of the land, and to cultivate a life of solitude and silence.
It is slightly less understandable, and altogether less admirable, to steal candy from children.
But the mythos. The fanboys! The adoring fanboys whose dream it is to live in their own filth in the wood, Nobly Living Alone And Also Eating As Much Fluff As I Want, and Never Having To Talk To Anyone About Awards Ceremonies, And Literally Stealing From Children, the Chris McCandless boys who want nothing more than to live out the last five minutes of Shane on a daily basis, who mistake male-induced anti-social behavior and chronic theft for true independence; what my friend Chris called “the romantic transcendence of listening to Lynyrd Skynyrd for hours while slowly dying from an all-marshmallow diet” — all that must GO.
It is very silly that we live in a country where the conversation about people who rely on government assistance runs generally along the lines of “DON’T TAKE HANDOUTS,” while white men who steal from their neighbors are touted as tragic symbols of noble self-reliance! You can spend as much time in the forest as you like; this is America and no one will stop you. Put aside your needless, trumped-up sense of social persecution (“I MUST ESCAPE FROM HUMANITY, but can I have your magazines?”).
It took epic amounts of self-restraint not to just copy the whole article into the quote section. Go read it. Go read it, and join with me in worshiping at the altar of Mallory Ortberg.
their high school principal
told me I couldn’t teach
poetry with profanity
so I asked my students,
“Raise your hand if you’ve heard of the Holocaust.”
in unison, their arms rose up like poisonous gas
then straightened out like an SS infantry
“Okay. Please put your hands down.
Now raise your hand if you’ve heard of the Rwandan genocide.”
blank stares mixed with curious ignorance
a quivering hand out of the crowd
half-way raised, like a lone survivor
struggling to stand up in Kigali
“Luz, are you sure about that?”
“That’s what I thought.”
they won’t let you hear the truth at school
if that person says “fuck”
can’t even talk about “fuck”
even though a third of your senior class
I can’t teach an 18-year-old girl in a public school
how to use a condom that will save her life
and that of the orphan she will be forced
to give to the foster care system—
“Carlos, how many 13-year-olds do you know that are HIV-positive?”
“Honestly, none. But I do visit a shelter every Monday and talk with
six 12-year-old girls with diagnosed AIDS.”
while 4th graders three blocks away give little boys blowjobs during recess
I met an 11-year-old gang member in the Bronx who carries
a semi-automatic weapon to study hall so he can make it home
and you want me to censor my language
“Carlos, what’s genocide?”
your books leave out Emmett Till and Medgar Evers
call themselves “World History” and don’t mention
King Leopold or diamond mines
call themselves “Politics in the Modern World”
and don’t mention Apartheid
“Carlos, what’s genocide?”
you wonder why children hide in adult bodies
lie under light-color-eyed contact lenses
learn to fetishize the size of their asses
and simultaneously hate their lips
my students thought Che Guevara was a rapper
from East Harlem
still think my Mumia t-shirt is of Bob Marley
how can literacy not include Phyllis Wheatley?
schools were built in the shadows of ghosts
filtered through incest and grinding teeth
molded under veils of extravagant ritual
“Carlos, what’s genocide?”
“Roselyn, how old was she? Cuántos años tuvo tu madre cuando se murió?”
“My mother had 32 years when she died. Ella era bellísima.”
they’ve moved from sterilizing “Boriqua” women
injecting indigenous sisters with Hepatitis B,
now they just kill mothers with silent poison
stain their loyalty and love into veins and suffocate them
Ridwan’s father hung himself
in the box because he thought his son
was ashamed of him
Maureen’s mother gave her
skin lightening cream
the day before she started the 6th grade
she carves straight lines into her
beautiful brown thighs so she can remember
what it feels like to heal
“Carlos, what’s genocide?”
this right here…
You're just genuinely a horrible person. You promote bigotry as comedy. The idea of you penning anything to influence children is terrifying. Worst of all, it's not that you're "not fun," you're not even funny. How fortunate for you that being a woman excuses you from even needing to have talent to hide your hate behind. I hope some day you get some level of a conscience and some empathy for all the people your words hurt. Maybe that will get you to reconsider your life.
AND BEING A WOMAN FINALLY HAS AN ADVANTAGE!
"For all the people your words hurt."
Poor geek boys, so sad about being called out for acting shitty toward women. It’s hurts them so deeply.