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In Defense of Gatekeepers and Screaming Loudly at Bigots

January 14, 2023 Nathan Bowling

The next time someone complains to me about free speech, I’m just gonna yell “Stop!”

Sometimes I think the internet was a mistake. 

On its surface, the internet is a very silly concept. The idea that I, a curmudgeonly high school teacher, can have an audience the size of a newspaper or TV station in a mid-sized city is insane. I don’t think anyone deserves an unmediated channel to the entirety of humanity. The negative incentives and temptations are too enticing. Human brains and our ethical development as a species are too primitive for that much power. I have thought this for a while but ignored my inner-monologue for years.

I once had a full-blown panic attack and had to be talked down by a friend, when I saw that some ungodly number of people were viewing my tweets on a monthly basis. I didn’t take Twitter seriously—I still don’t. To me, it’s a glorified group chat, (with an audience). I often had to restrain myself (sometimes unsuccessfully) from making fart jokes. I always thought the idea that my tweets were generating interview requests from NPR and speaking invitations to be preposterous.  A sizable percentage of my tweets had typos. It became a running joke in my house, with my friend group, and the name of the new newsletter. I decided to walk away from Twitter (for the second time) on Halloween: Takes & Typos was born in November.  I think I am better for it and I am glad you’re along for the ride.

In the 90s when the internet hit the mainstream, there were a lot of breathless opinion pieces celebrating the “rise of the citizen journalists,” “the democratization of media,” and “the death of gatekeepers.” Each of those has yielded mixed, at best, results. Many of the “citizen journalists" are cranks, conspiracy theorists, or worse. The “democratization of media” has given scammers, propagandists, and fabulists massive platforms to grift or “monetize” their followers. “The death of gatekeepers” is similarly going poorly. The intervening thirty years have shown us that we need better gatekeepers—not their abolition. Gatekeepers kept schmucks and fascists on the fringes. What we needed in the 90s was someone to send Thomas Friedman or Ruth Marcus out to pasture, but what we got was Alex Jones’s InfoWars and anti-vaxx crunchy mommy blogs.

Another way the internet is a mistake is its ability to elevate bad faith arguments into the political mainstream. There is currently an ongoing, disingenuous public spat over the “free speech crisis.” Possibly the most tedious salvo in this discourse was  this unfortunate letter in Harper’s crying about the current “stifling atmosphere” regarding speech. Ask yourself, in the year of our Lord, two thousand and twenty-three, do you think people being unable to share their (terrible) opinions and beliefs is really a major societal issue? Do you feel censored or silenced in your life? That doesn't pass the smell test for me. 

The people crying about speech are what I term opinion elites: people previously able to opine on newspaper opinion pages and in university lecture halls, without any real rejoinder. But an upshot of the aforementioned “democratization of media” is that now when they publish nonsense takes (pick your poison: race science, transphobic TERF-ery, anti-immigration sentiments, or other reactionary apologetics), they get an earful from people they perceive as below them. They are unaccustomed to being told “sir/ma’am, your takes are abhorrent and here’s why…” en masse. This is the core of the speech crisis. We have a cadre of elites conflating people telling them "I don't like you or what you're saying" with "you don't have the right to say it." Speech is a two way street. Yelling “shut up you noxious bigot, you’re not welcome in this space” is impolite. But the right to do so is as sacred as the right to pen cornball columns in the paper of record.

In Personal, Society Tags Twitter, Free Speech

Missing Home, Dreading Home

January 7, 2023 Nathan Bowling

The east facing view from our apartment in Abu Dhabi 

Here in the Dhabs, we are still on holiday break and won’t start back at school until the ninth. Friday, I met up with a friend from work—we’ll call him “Alex.” After my three hour afternoon jet-lag nap, I hit him up and we met for shisha. We went to Idioms, the local hookah spot and smoked and chatted for nearly four hours. He’s a friend, colleague, and Black educator from South Carolina. We talked for a spell about our families, the complications of distance, and our lives outside of the US. I am from Tacoma, Cascadian to a fault, but my roots, like his, are in the South. My father was born in Laurel, Mississippi in 1930. My grandfather plied his trade as a shoe shine man and the Army brought my father to Fort Lewis during the Korean War. My mom was born on a farm in Arkansas in 1940. My step-dad, who raised me, hailed from Houston. I think of myself as having a Southern ROM, but a Washington RAM & UI.  

“Alex” and I spent a long while chopping up the contradictions of our current lives. The UAE is firmly an authoritarian state, an absolute monarchy with hereditary rule. But we are both happy here, with an undeniable and shared sense of peace. I have tried to explain it elsewhere but I always come up short trying to convey the sense of dread that comes with being in the US. Racism and the threat of arbitrary violence (state violence or otherwise) are like a fanny pack of anxiety you carry your entire life. Literally, every institution in the US has racialized outcomes: lower life-expectancy, lower median income, lower credit access, higher rates of homelessness, higher rates of incarceration, higher infant mortality, ad infinitum. We know all this data, but you aren’t truly aware of the weight of it until you get the opportunity to take that bag off. My assorted travels exposed the pervasive baseline anxiety that racism creates in my life. The only time that I get the full benefit of “Americanness” (whatever that even means) is when I depart the US. 

With the recent acquittal of the clearly guilty Pierce County Sheriff and upcoming trial of the police that murdered Manuel Ellis in 2020, law enforcement back home is front of mind for me. Despite the years of protests, despite the narratives about police “having their hands tied” and “not being able to do their jobs,” US police killed more people last year than any year on record: 1,176 people, This equivalent to the population of the entire towns of Ruston, West Pasco, Ilwaco, or Waterville, Washington. Every encounter I have with US law enforcement, from airport customs to local police, is an awkward dance where I have to bury my fear and hide my contempt. When I encounter police abroad, I don’t feel anxious—I feel they’re generally there to help. When I encounter cops abroad, I usually assume they mean me no harm. When I drive in the UAE and pass a police car, I don’t start going through my “what if I get pulled over” mental checklist. 

It may seem contradictory, but when I am in the Gulf, I find myself missing friends, family, and my old haunts in Tacoma. But each time I’m in the States, I feel a deep sense of relief when it’s time to leave. I don’t know how to square those competing sentiments. I have fewer absolute freedoms living in a monarchical state, but I have a better quality of freedoms: I am free from fear. I am free from being hassled for existing. I am free to live my life on my own terms. 

When people ask “when are you coming home to stay?” I always demur. I can’t give a straight answer. This mental tug is largely why.

In Personal, Society Tags Abu Dhabi, Tacoma, Policing

To the Year Ahead and Year Behind

December 31, 2022 Nathan Bowling

What I am looking forward to 2023 and looking back on what brought me joy in 2022

The time between Christmas and New Year’s is precious and underappreciated. There’s time to visit with family. The businesses and activities that remain open feel like they’re set to glide mode. All the homies that teach are on break and can meet up–it’s a good time to champagne & campaign.

On the other hand, as someone who consumes a lot of podcasts and blogs, this week is also kinda meh. Year in review episodes, best ofs, reruns, etc. are hit or miss. An exception to this rule is the Stadios, the end of the year award show on the Stadio soccer podcast. It rules, if you like soccer you should go listen to it right now. On my own show, after the trash-fire of 2020, I swore off year-in-reviews. 

So instead of recounting 2022, here are some things I’m looking forward to in 2023.

Football in February - In May, Hope and I flew home to visit family during Eid Al Fitr, the festival that marks the end of Ramadan in Islamic culture. Coincidentally (I swear), the Seattle Sounders were playing that week in the CONCACAF Champions League Final at Lumen Field. It was possibly the greatest live sporting experience of my life. Seattle won the continental title for North America and qualified for the Club World Cup, which will be played in February in Morocco. At one point, the tournament was rumored to be hosted in Abu Dhabi but alas it wasn't meant to be. In the tournament, Seattle will be competing against the best teams from each continent, including Real Madrid and  Brazil's CR Flamengo. 

Travel in February - In the fall, we  visited Tbilisi, the capital of the Republic of Georgia for the first time. We enjoyed our time and I fell in love with the region. The Caucuses remind me of Central America and Southeast Asia–criminally under-traveled places that are accessible and deeply affordable. During the trip, we made plans to revisit the region—this time we’re headed to Baku, Azerbaijan. Unlike Georgia, which is majority Orthodox, Azeris are majority Muslim and their state feels a bit more off the beaten path. Dumplings and wine aplenty await.

Reading in June - One of my greatest discoveries of 2022 was the author S.A. Cosby (no relation). He writes Southern noir novels. They’re engrossing crime and heist tales, as if Elmore Leonard could write credible Black characters (yes, that’s shade). I devoured his prior books Razorblade Tears and Blacktop Wasteland last year. Someone who recommended Razorblade Tears compared it to Lethal Weapon or 48 Hours but following the story of the crooks. He writes deep, complex characters and amazing tension filled narratives. His next book comes out in June, All the Sinners Bleed. Here’s the slug: 

“After years of working as an FBI agent, Titus Crown returns home to Charon County, land of moonshine and cornbread, fist fights and honeysuckle. Seeing his hometown struggling with a bigoted police force inspires him to run for sheriff. He wins, and becomes the first Black sheriff in the history of the county.

Then a year to the day after his election, a young Black man is fatally shot by Titus’s deputies.”

Football in July - The Women’s World Cup will be in Australia and New Zealand this year. This will be our third WWC. We will be attending the tournament’s opening match, NZ versus Norway, and all the US’ matches in the group stage. All the US matches will be played in New Zealand, so we’ll also make some time for some Lord of the Rings related sight-seeing.

Justice in September - the Tacoma police officers that killed Manuel Ellis are scheduled to go to trial. The case, a shameful travesty of justice, has been repeatedly delayed due to law enforcement obstruction, false statements by police spokespeople, and complicit cowardice by local elected officials. 

Dune in November - I recently wrote about my admiration for the book Dune and excitement about the upcoming movie sequel. Shooting wrapped in Abu Dhabi over the break. Part 1 ended right at the point the book gets very, very weird. I’m excited to see how Villeneuve navigates the tail end of the book, the uprising on Arrakis, and the all-knowing-talking-babies.

Recommendations for this Week 2022: After talking smack about year end lists, it’s silly to turn around a do end of year recommendations, but I’m a silly person so here goes:

  • Best TV show of 2022 - The Bear, FX

  • Best movie of 2022 - Athena, Netflix

  • Best podcast I discovered in 2022 - If Books Could Kill

  • Best thing I ate in 2020 - Khinkali, Georgian dumplings

  • Best book, fiction - Razorblade Tears

  • Best book, non-fiction - The Afrominimalist's Guide to Living with Less

See you next week!

In Society, Personal Tags Best of, 2023
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