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The Queen Boat, Reconsidered

Tuesday, November 11th, 2008

It’s been quite a while since I’ve written one of my long boring posts, so if you don’t like them, well, I’m sorry.

We had a guest lecturer on campus yesterday who got me thinking (which I am wont to do from time to time) about stuff I haven’t thought about in quite a while.  I’m not going to use his name because he made himself a bit infamous for reasons that have nothing to do with the talk he gave, and I don’t want people stumbling across my blog by seeking him out in Google.  If his topic sounds interesting, e-mail me and I’ll point you in the direction of his article.

The gist of his talk is something to the following effect: he argues that what he calls a “sexual binary”–namely that one must either identify as hetero- or homosexual–is a western notion that is being imposed on the rest of the world.  If this sounds post-colonialist, you’re not wrong (if you don’t know what post-colonialism is, don’t worry about it — I’m only passingly familiar with it as I think the concept that your thoughts have to be limited by a school of thought is kind of stupid).

His specialization is the Arab World, and his particular grief is that the West is imposing this sexual binary on the Arab World when human rights groups, NGOs, etc., identify a certain subset of the populace as gay or lesbian, even when those people may not identify as gay themselves.

For the record, I started having problems with this guy’s talk when he contradicted himself by suggesting that Arabs have learned the concept of being exclusively “gay” or “lesbian” from the West, but then later said that he knows there are Arabs who do identify as gay or lesbian and that’s OK.

Now, he’s not one of these guys suggesting that homosexuality is a western disease and that it’s an unnatural behavior learned from the West — what he’s saying is that in a good chunk of the world, sexuality is more polymorphous than a simple binary.  Men who are married to women and have children also have sex with men, for example, and that these societies have constructed space to allow this behavior.  What he’s arguing is that the insistence from outside that these people be recognized as “gay” and given rights that they’re not asking for is actually causing more harm than good.

And then he brought up the example of the Queen Boat.  The story is recapped as follows: in May 2001, police raided a nightclub in Cairo (the Queen Boat — it was one of the nightclubs that’s on a large boat that goes out for a two or three hour cruise on the Nile that are popular among tourists and Egyptians alike) that was a reputed gay hangout.  52 men were arrested and charged with debauchery (there being no law against gay sex in Egypt), and the trials spanned over months.

Several international gay rights organizations picked up the banner and pressured western embassies to take up the cause of Egypt’s “repression of homosexuality.”  The western gay press ran stories about “Egypt’s Stonewall.”

The problem was this: none of the men arrested identified themselves as gay, even under allegations of torture.  The gay press attributed this to a long-standing social stigma against homosexuality, but Our Speaker suggested another explanation: none of the men actually considered themselves gay.  Many, in fact most of them were married and had children.  Instead of being Egypt’s Stonewall, it was a trial that went nowhere, and with the exception of two men who’ve been in jail for years, most of them were free within a couple of months, badly embarrassed at having been accused of “licentious behavior.”  Several of them have since emigrated from Egypt (with wives and children).

Our Speaker argued that the international attention did more harm than good–Egypt at the time had no law against homosexual acts.  Parliament is now considering them, however, in response to the Queen Boat incident.

I was trying to digest all of this–I think he’s got a point, although I think there are problems with his analysis–when a friend of mine, an Egyptian doctoral candidate in history, raised her hand and made a counterpoint that I’d been waiting for.  The Egyptian government was, at the time, facing rising opposition from Islamist parties who were accusing the government of being corrupt and amoral, and were holding themselves to be the protectors of virtue.  Shortly thereafter, the Egyptian government sanctions a raid on a well-known gay nightclub that’s been operating for years and charges everyone on board with amoral behavior.  Coincidence?  She doesn’t think so, and neither do I.

Another example our speaker brought up was the novel/film ‘Omaret Ya’qubian (The Yacoubian Building), which was very popular the last time I was in Cairo in 2006.  Among the characters in the novel–which is a sort of Egyptian Peyton Place, following the lives of the inhabitants of an apartment building in downtown Cairo–is the self-identified homosexual character Hatem, who engages in a relationship with a Nubian soldier, Abed Rabbo.

Our Speaker argued that the novel is essentially Islamist in tone, even though the author clearly thinks he’s being very sophisticated.  Hatem, who lives alone and is the passive partner in the relationship (read: “bottom”) is identified as شاظ “shadh” (or “shaz,” as the Egyptians would pronounce it) which means deviant or pervert, but is also common street slang for gay.  (I started to have problems with his talk around this point, because he was saying that the book was mistranslated into English because shaz used to only mean “deviant” in a much broader sense, even though now anyone who reads the book would read it as “homosexual,” which the author is on record as having said is what he meant).

Abed Rabbo, on the other hand, is married and has a son, and is never identified as a shaz.  (Abed Rabbo later murders Hatem … well, it’s complicated).  Hence, Our Speaker puts forward the suggestion that the behaviour is only deviant because Hatem has sex exclusively with men, and exclusively in the passive role, for which he is “punished” with death at the end of the novel.

Again, he kind of has a point here, although I kind of think that Our Speaker would do well to review, for example, The Celluloid Closet for examples of early gay and lesbian characters in film, who almost always met a tragic end.  One of the explanations of this is that it helped anyone in the audience who was having conflicted issues about feeling sympathetic toward the gay character feel better when he or she “got what they deserved.”  Indeed, audiences who watched the film version of The Yacoubian Building were reputed to cheer Hatem’s death, even if they had been sobbing moments earlier when Abed Rabbo’s son took ill and died.

And then this got me thinking about Prop 8.  I know, it’s kind of crazy that thinking about the tenuous relationship between Islam and homosexuality in Egypt might have gotten me thinking about Prop 8 and the enormous backlash against the Mormons for funding it.  Believe me, I’m all for holding the church accountable for their part–but Californians actually voted for it.  I find it interesting (anthropologically speaking) that someone could stand in the election booth and vote for Barack Obama, arguably one of the most liberal Democrats to run for office in years, on the one hand while voting for Prop 8 on the other and see no contradiction.

What, I wonder, was the tipping point?  I don’t believe that it’s as simple as “the Mormons poured a bunch of money into the campaign and that’s why it passed” (note to Michael: I’m not saying that I don’t think it’s A reason, I’m saying that I don’t think it’s the ONLY reason.)

I don’t have answers to this, I’m merely posing the question: what made the people of what is, next to Massachusetts, considered the most liberal state in the Union decide not only to ban gay marriage but to retroactively alter the state constitution, thus potentially invalidating 18,000+ marragies already on the books?  The LDS campaign may have pushed it over the top (in fact, I’m fairly sure it did), but there was already a solid base to begin.

How could we have made history by electing our first black president and shattering the racial glass ceiling, but reaffirm separate-and-unequal status in several states all in one fell swoop?  Are we the sacrificial lamb being offered up?  “We’ll elect a black guy, but the immorality has to stop” — is that it? Trust me, I’m kind of used to it.  I live in Texas.

But it doesn’t make me happy about any of this.  It just makes me wonder what’s really going on here.

If I have any more thoughts, I’ll share.  You can, too.

All over but the voting

Tuesday, November 4th, 2008

I’ve remarked to a couple of people this morning that I am actually feeling nauseous with anxiety over the outcome of today’s presidential election.

I was kind of this was the last time around, in 2004, when I was wholeheartedly in agreement with the oft-run photo of the British tabloid asking “How could [exact number of people who voted for Bush] be so stupid?” The idea of another four years of Bush was too hard to take, and–while I was one of the record number of people looking at the immigration Web sites for various other English speaking countries–what got me through it was knowing that there were only four years left.

Well, the four years are up. Back in the day, I thought to myself that John McCain would be a Republican president that I could live with, and maybe, to some extent, he still is. I definitely can’t live with her, however. No matter how silly Tina Fey’s dead-on portrayal on SNL is, what alarms me about her is that she’s opened the way up for every religious right nutjob and neoconservative policy wonk to declare McCain/Palin as “their” candidates.

I’ve had enough of the neocons. They’re after my job, you see, and I’d like them to go away.

The other thing that really has turned me off is the way that the Republicans have exploited the blatant xenophobia that’s been cultivated under eight years of Bush. All it takes is whispers in the hallway that Obama is Muslim to turn voters off of him.

So what? Muslims gave us algebra, the numbers we use, the ability to navigate across oceans. Muslim doctors provided Europe with medical textbooks that were still used in the 19th century. And they accepted the heliocentric view of the solar system long before the Europeans, and no one lost their head over it.

And, no, I haven’t forgotten 9/11. I just seem to be able to remember that 1,999,999,950 Muslims were NOT involved with the 9/11 plot as opposed to the 50 or so who were. One of those numbers is larger than the other. Kids, can you tell which one?

Oh, and let’s don’t even get started on the bit where politically Muslims and Evangelical Christians vote in a block on every major issue. Muslims are pro-life, in favor of the definition of marriage as between a man and a woman, pro-faith based initiatives, and would vote in favor of school prayer as long as provisions were made for non-Christian children to pray on their own. Heck, if the Dems were smart, they would have encouraged people to think Obama was Muslim and encouraged Evangelicals to think that this meant he was their candidate.

The other thing that I find ironic, by the way, is that the whispers about Obama being Muslim are completely incompatible with the other whispers in the hallway that his Christian preacher is a black supremacist — you can’t have it both ways, folks!

I was a bit stunned this morning when I read that there have been legal challenges filed against Obama’s eligibility to run based on rumors that he wasn’t born in the US.

Allow me to go on record: I don’t think Obama is perfect. Far from it. He’s a bit young. He’s a bit inexperienced. But if we’ve learned anything from the Bush administration, it’s that the president’s experience doesn’t matter if he surrounds himself with people that know what they’re doing, and Obama has definitely done that.

What does McCain have? Karl Rove and a woman who thinks dinosaurs ran around with cave men.

It’ll all be over soon. But I’m on pins and needles. C’mon, America. Prove we’re better than that. For once. Please.

My Civic Duty

Thursday, October 30th, 2008

On Tuesday night, Ray and I decided to exercise our civic duty and went to vote.  Here in Texas, we have early voting, and in our county (which is, I’ve learned, purple on the political map — not as red as some would like it to be, and not as blue either) all early voting is done on electronic voting machines.

I’ve read the stories about the voting machines and the errors and whatnot, but the experience seemed to be error free.  This shouldn’t be confused with “it was easy.”  No, with only four voting machines, we waited in line for nearly 10 minutes, and by the time we left, the line extended out of the room where voting was being held, around the corner, and was starting to snake down the hall.

I had a whiplash moment when a woman in front of us asked if the print could be made larger because she has difficulty seeing.  “No,” said the perky, helpful volunteer, “but we have a magnifying sheet you can use.”  I don’t know whether the woman was able to finally read for herself because my turn came next and my back was to her, but while I was standing there, the volunteer seemed to be reading the screen to her.

Seriously–at however many thousand dollars a pop, you’d think that one of the things they could work into the voting machines is the ability to make the font larger and, I dunno, text to speech.  Where’s the ADA when you need them?

I grow weary of this political campaign and am desperate for it to end.  Yesterday, Sarah Palin went after Obama for being associates with Rashid Khalidi, a professor at Columbia who, according to CNN, is “a harsh critic of U.S. foreign policy toward Israel and has accused the country of ‘occupying’ Palestinian territories.”  Apparently CNN is so afraid of the neocons that they have to put “occupying” in quotes because there’s no consensus on this point?  Give me a break.

By the way, in case anyone missed it, al-Qaeda is endorsing McCain.

I’m ready for it to be over, one way or the other.  I know which way I’d prefer (in case it’s not obvious), but it’s been four years of ridiculousness on the campaign trail, and four years of ridiculousness in the White House.  Either way, it’s going to be a 50% reduction in the ridiculous factor.

Are you ready?  I know I am.

The Texas Two-Step

Wednesday, March 5th, 2008

Well, I’ve done gone and ‘et my words: I am a caucusian.

If you live in These United States, you’ve probably heard about the weird ass system we have down here in Texas where we have both election and caucuses for the presidential primaries. The Texas primaries are always so freaking late in the year that our votes usually don’t matter (in ’04, there was only one candidate left by the time primary day rolled around). Two-thirds of the state’s delegates are assigned via the polls, and the remaining third is assigned by caucus. They call it the “Texas two-step.”

This year, though, you’d have to have been living under a rock to not know that the race is definitely not over yet, at least not for the Democratic Party (is there anyone else running?). So, I diligently went after work to cast my ballot in the polls, and then Ray and I, perhaps buoyed by a sense that we might actually matter this time around (and maybe thinking it would be fun, like the caucus Matt and Scott went to), decided to go off and participate in our very own neighborhood caucus.

The polls closed at 7, and the instructions we’d all been given were to arrive at the caucus site at 7:15. So, after screening the previous evening’s episode of Aqua Teen Hunger Force on the DVR, we piled in Ray’s truck and drove over to the high school around the corner.

I should clarify: the polls closed at 7, but anyone who was in line at 7 was guaranteed the chance to vote, and the caucus couldn’t begin until all votes had been cast. So, when we arrived, we discovered that the line for the polls stretched out the door, down the hall, around the corner, down that hall, around the corner, down that hall, and out the front door of the school.

So we left, had dinner, and came back an hour later.

At 8 o’clock, the line was shorter and we (OK, I), decided to stick around. We got in line next to sassy black lady and stood there not moving.

Now it’s 8:15. I stepped out of line to go to the bathroom, and wandered past the room where the Republican caucus was being held. There were five people in the room, and they were wrapping up. Since Texas has closed primaries, the Republican vote had ended a long time earlier.

Now it’s 8:30. Discussion in the line seems to indicate that no one actually knows what we’re waiting on, or what’s going to happen when whatever we’re waiting on arrives.

At 8:35, the last voter finished, and the roll books were brought up to the caucus location. You see, in order to caucus, you have to be able to prove that you voted, which means they look you up in the roll books … again … to see if you signed in earlier in the day, or are listed as having cast an early vote.

At 8:40 one of the two roll books vanishes. It belongs to the county election commission, meaning it has to go back to the county seat. Now we’re left with the precinct book and one very slow employee to manually look up all 300 people standing in two lines waiting to caucus.

Now it’s 8:45. The line’s not moving. Someone attempts to cut in line in front of us, and Ray cuts her a new one. We don’t see her after that.

At 9, I text Will, who’s stumping for Obama in Ohio: We’re caucusing! How are things on your end?
He texts back: Watching results. Disorganized?
Me: Utter chaos.

Now it’s 9:15.

Now it’s 9:30. The line finally starts to look like it’s thinning out as Well Dressed Black Man, who’s one of my benchmarks to test progress up front, signs in.

Now it’s 9:45.

Now it’s 10:00.

At 10:15, it’s finally our turn at the front of the line. Verified as having voted, we get to participate in the grand tradition of caucusing by signing our name on the rolls in favor of one candidate or another.

To whit: You write your name, your address, your phone number, a voter verification number that has to be hand copied out of the roll book, and write the name of your chosen candidate.

Then … and this is where Ray and I were both a little confused, there were the following items to complete on the form:

  • Are you disabled?
  • Are you LGBT (lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgendered)?
  • Are you under the age of 35?
  • Are you a veteran?
  • Please list your gender.

After this, the helpful lady asked us to write our race down next to the box. I’ll admit that at this point I was so tired that I got the disabled question right, and couldn’t remember how old I am and whether or not that number is greater or less than 35.

But … are you a homosexual? Whatthefuck?

Ray was ranting about it as we left, because it seems to serve no clear purpose. I mean, what, is the Williamson County Gestapo going to come and drive us back over the county line into loony, liberal Travis County? Or are we now running for diversity positions on the precinct board? Why is this information necessary?

Maybe a cowboy wants to come two-step with us. Who knows? Anyway, I did my civic duty and am now a registered Democrat (you get to re-register every two years) and a registered homo-sinual.

And since we voted for different candidates, all I can say is that Obama and Hillary better freakin’ appreciate it, too.

The Importance of Public Participation

Sunday, November 5th, 2006

I tend to read The New York Times on a pretty regular basis, mostly in the online form because I’m not rich enough to pay $1 each day for the privilege of reading about what’s going on in a city 1,200 miles away.

The local Austin paper (the Austin American-Statesman) is a nice example of what cow chips look like in print. Its editorial staff is notoriously out of touch with local opinions: for example, they have once again endorsed Governor Rick Perry for re-election, even though Travis County usually votes against him.

Since the rest of the paper is fluff pieces cobbled from the newswires of other units owned by the same media conglomerate, I am generally forced to look elsewhere if, say, I want to know what’s going on in the rest of the world. There’s a lot of NYT in my world and a lot of BBC, and every so often, just for a laugh, I’ll turn on Al-Jazeera, which isn’t any better than most of the English language news-channels (it’s skewed just as badly in the opposite direction), but their sense of the melodramatic strikes me as humorous.

Where this is all going is that most of the media outlets — the ones that have taken a break from Ted Haggard, Saddam Hussein, and prediction’s about what’s going to happen next on Lost — are focused on what’s going to happen on Tuesday.

In case you’ve been living under a rock, Tuesday is the midterm election in the United States, and it’s the chance for the American people to make up for their zombie-esque performance in the 2002 and 2004 elections by expressing their discontent with the current administration where it hurts: at the ballot box.

As I mentioned the other day, Texas is in no danger of joining the blue state list any time soon. I tend to joke that since I live in one of the suburbs, across the county line from liberal Austin, that I and my partner comprise the entire Williamson County Democratic Party. My joke got an unpleasant reinforcement when I went to cast my ballot in early voting (here in Texas, we can vote at any point two weeks prior to Election Day, with the added bonus that we don’t have to do it at our assigned precinct’s polling station). Even though I checked off the straight-party box on the ballot, I still had to fill in a number of holes where there wasn’t a Democrat running: Republican or Libertarian? Republican or Libertarian? I tend to go with the Libertarians, since they tend not to be in favor of banning stuff, but this is Texas, so one never knows.

Anyway. For those of you out there still trying to make up your mind about what to do on Tuesday, let me offer some choice excerpts from a biting editorial in today’s New York Times: “The Difference Two Years Made:”

… [T]he Republican majority that has run the House — and for the most part, the Senate — during President Bush’s tenure has done a terrible job on the basics. Its tax-cutting-above-all-else has wrecked the budget, hobbled the middle class and endangered the long-term economy. It has refused to face up to global warming and done pathetically little about the country’s dependence on foreign oil.

For us, the breaking point came over the Republicans’ attempt to undermine the fundamental checks and balances that have safeguarded American democracy since its inception. The fact that the White House, House and Senate are all controlled by one party is not a threat to the balance of powers, as long as everyone understands the roles assigned to each by the Constitution. But over the past two years, the White House has made it clear that it claims sweeping powers that go well beyond any acceptable limits. Rather than doing their duty to curb these excesses, the Congressional Republicans have dedicated themselves to removing restraints on the president’s ability to do whatever he wants. To paraphrase Tom DeLay, the Republicans feel you don’t need to have oversight hearings if your party is in control of everything.

This election is indeed about George W. Bush — and the Congressional majority’s insistence on protecting him from the consequences of his mistakes and misdeeds. Mr. Bush lost the popular vote in 2000 and proceeded to govern as if he had an enormous mandate. After he actually beat his opponent in 2004, he announced he now had real political capital and intended to spend it. We have seen the results. It is frightening to contemplate the new excesses he could concoct if he woke up next Wednesday and found that his party had maintained its hold on the House and Senate.

If you’re tired of the way this country is headed, get out and register your disapproval on Tuesday. If you like where this country is headed, get out and register your approval on Tuesday. Either way, get off your ass and vote.

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