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High school basketball

Here are some of the kids who are playing basketball. Click through for a schedule:

Catherine (senior) is playing varsity at Weaver. She injured her back going for a loose ball last week, and her return to the court is TBD. Schedule

Deandre is playing varsity at Cromwell. Schedule

Dawn is playing JV (I think) at Cheney Tech (again, I think). Double-check with her before going to a game. Schedule

Sylvester is playing freshman or JV at Weaver. Schedule

Naseem is playing freshman and JV at Bulkeley. Schedule

If you know of anybody else or have additional detail on the kids above, please let me (Matt) know.

By | 2013-02-27T20:37:06+00:00 December 27th, 2012|Green House|Comments Off on High school basketball

Links

Brooklyn-based Kuwaiti musician Fatima Al Qadiri talks to PaperMag:

And it was those experiences that inspired you to make Desert Strike? Did you play the video game as a kid?

I absolutely hated that game. I never played it. I only watched the introduction over and over again because the introduction was so disturbing. It was based on the conflict. They don’t mention Kuwait, they don’t mention Iraq, they gave Saddam a slightly different face — call him ‘The Leader.’ It’s all so vague the language.

I don’t believe that the game was made for children. There was no soundtrack. It was just the sound of evil, high-pitched chopper blades

[going] at an incessant frequency. And bombs. And just going around from a birds-eye view in a helicopter bombing things. …

Did you always want to produce a record inspired by the game?

I felt [the sound of the game] was the sound that best represented how I felt at the time. I’ve always wanted to make a work about that period of my life because it was the most surreal, the most sci-fi [experiences] and it’s definitely given me a buffet of psychological problems. You don’t go through that unharmed or unscathed. It’s something that’s haunted me my entire life and I needed to make a mature work about it.

Pro Publica provides an interactive map of African-American migration during the 1900s that goes with a story on the failure by federal authorities to deal with segregation and discrimination in housing.

The pervasive, unaddressed discrimination in the housing market has far-reaching effects. It is a significant factor in maintaining a segregated America four decades after Congress passed landmark legislation intended to integrate the nation’s communities. It means that African Americans and Latinos who can afford to move to better neighborhoods are systematically blocked from doing so. They and their families are thus deprived of opportunities — from access to grocery stores with fresh vegetables to adequate health care to top-flight schools.

Davina La’Shay of Youth Radio wishes guns were harder to come by in her Oakland neighborhood in an NPR commentary (audio or text).

I feel that my life is in danger. I hear gunshots all the time. I’ve seen people get shot and I’ve lost a lot of friends and family to gun violence on the streets of Oakland. Many have been innocent victims but too many people I know are also part of the problem, simply because they own guns. And being around guns doesn’t make me feel any safer.

Anne Hull writes in the Washington Post about one teen’s efforts to escape poverty.

Tabi shared the rental house with her mother and sometimes her mother’s boyfriend. Her four older siblings were grown. None of them had graduated from high school. They wore headsets and hairnets to jobs that were so futureless that getting pregnant at 20 seemed an enriching diversion. Born too late to witness the blue-collar stability that had once been possible, they occupied the bottom of the U.S. economy.

“I’m running from everything they are,” she said.

1860s photos of children who had been slaves, chosen for a fund-raiser because they looked “white” (via NPR)

Paraguayan children play instruments made from trash (via Youtube)

An excerpt from Nina Jablonski’s book “Living Color” in Utne Reader:

When I was about twelve, I learned that one of my great-great-grandfathers on my mother’s side was a “Moor” from northern Africa. I wanted to know more, but no one seemed to know anything about him, and everyone seemed uncomfortable talking about it. My mother was Italian American, and all I heard growing up was that we had “Mediterranean” skin. In rural upstate New York, where I was raised in the 1950s and ’60s, I was one of the most darkly pigmented kids in my school. I didn’t understand fully why my relatives avoided talking about our African ancestor or our color, but I realized that it embarrassed them.

By | 2017-05-18T21:37:59+00:00 December 21st, 2012|Uncategorized|Comments Off on Links

Christmas Party

The bus and several carloads of volunteers and young adults headed to Voluntown on Saturday for the annual party. Thanks to Steve for the photos:

By | 2017-05-18T21:37:59+00:00 December 17th, 2012|Green House|Comments Off on Christmas Party

A world apart, but not

Peretz Partensky describes playing (and coaching) basketball in Afghanistan. As different as we like to imagine we are from people who live on the other side of the world, we share the same interests and joys. Peretz also writes about the constant military presence, the real personal conflicts among players and the dangers and privations of life. Read the piece on n+1

Most of the Afghan basketball players stepped on the court barefoot; a few wore sandals, others worn-out dress shoes. The vast majority of them wore traditional Afghan baggy pants that Pashtuns call partoug and the American soldiers have nicknamed “man jammies.” In time, the hazy fog of Afghan players coalesced into human beings with names: Big Boy Nasrat, Fleet-footed Hameed, Haji Najib, Young Azar, Engineer Izatullah, Lefty Ashoq.

By | 2017-05-18T21:37:59+00:00 December 5th, 2012|Uncategorized|Comments Off on A world apart, but not