The cast is set for Transport Group’s off-Broadway revival of John Van Druten’s I Remember Mama. Joining previously announced stage vet Barbara Andres will be Oscar and Tony nominee Barbara Barrie, Alice Cannon, Lynn Cohen, Rita Gardner, Heather MacRae, Marni Nixon, Letty Serra, Dale Soules and Phyllis Somerville. Directed by Jack Cummings, I Remember Mama will begin previews on March 16 at the Gym at Judson. Opening night is set for March 30. Based on Kathryn Forbes’ novel Mama’s Bank Account, I Remember Mama centers on a Norwegian immigrant family, settling into 1910s San Francisco and held together by its indomitable Mama. The new reinterpretation of the play explores how even the smallest and seemingly insignificant experiences of family life can silently accumulate to take our breath away. The 10 veteran actresses will play 23 different roles in the show. View Comments The original production of I Remember Mama opened at Broadway’s Music Box Theatre in October 1944, starring Mady Christians, Oscar Homolka, Joan Tetzel and Marlon Brando, in his Broadway debut. After its successful run, the play was adapted for film, into a TV series, and to the stage again as a 1979 Broadway musical with a book by Thomas Meehan, lyrics by Martin Charnin and Raymond Jessel and music by Richard Rodgers in his final original Broadway production.
Published on January 4, 2017 at 11:15 pm Contact Matt: [email protected] | @matt_schneidman “Any time we watch film and see a mistake,” point guard John Gillon said, “the mistake is always something he’s told us to cover.”That, referring to Boeheim, is a testament to the inexperience of this year’s team in the 2-3 zone and the horrendous results it yielded through 14 games. Drive-and-kicks where a guard rotated too far into the paint or a big man not stepping down to mark their man on the low block were being pointed out on film. On Wednesday, the Orange finally put the brutal lessons it learned to use.Playing a five-man rotation composed of three players in their first year playing the 2-3 zone full time – Tyus Battle, Andrew White and Gillon – Syracuse allowed the fourth-fewest number of points it has surrendered through 15 games. The Orange only stole the ball six times but forced 15 turnovers, a result of closing gaps on the interior quicker, cutting off options for Kamari Murphy at the foul line and rushing out to get a hand in the face of a 3-point shooter. Miami did make 11-of-26 3-pointers, but struggled inside the arc.Even if there’s little explanation why three days ago was Jekyll and Wednesday night was Hyde, the zone worked like it should against Miami.“I think everybody had the intentions to do it, but we were kind of off by one step,” fifth-year senior Andrew White said. “Rotating just a second late. When you do that in a zone, that’s the difference between a basket and no basket.”Take a late-game steal by Tyler Roberson for example. Situated on the left block, Roberson guarded his man like he would on any other play. Syracuse’s interior defense has been a major weakness, so this could’ve gone like most other sequences this season and ended up with a highlight-reel pass by Davon Reed finishing with a dunk. But Roberson quickly shifted from the block to the middle of the paint, cutting off Reed’s feed and jumpstarting Syracuse in transition.Or several possessions after Murphy threw down an alley-oop, Ja’Quan Newton again tried a lob. This time, Tyler Lydon timed his jump more effectively, slid closer to the basket and tipped the ball off the backboard instead of having it fall comfortably into Miami’s hands for an easy two.Those miniscule differences, through 14 games, were piling on top of each other, culminating in the worst start in Boeheim’s tenure as head coach. In game 15 though, piece by piece, they combined to produce a much different result.The head coach said it bluntly: “Our defense has probably been the worst part.”On Wednesday, it was the best, even if it injected life into Syracuse for just the time being. Comments After 41 years, nothing is going to change. The principles are the same. The rotations, too. Two guards at the top, three forwards at the bottom. Jim Boeheim’s 2-3 zone should look and operate the same, night in and night out.It worked like it should on Wednesday, against 11-win Miami, when Syracuse held the Hurricanes to 55 points just three days after allowing 96 to the team picked to finish last in the conference.“A little bit more active maybe, I don’t know,” the SU head coach said. “We’ve been using the same defense for 41 years, so I mean it’s not like we changed something this week.”Aside from allowing one player, Dejan Vasiljevic, to hit six 3-pointers, Syracuse’s defense was the best it’s been all season, certainly against a major-conference opponent. The Orange (9-6, 1-1 Atlantic Coast) held the Hurricanes (11-3, 1-1) to 38.9-percent shooting from the field, almost 20 percent lower than what Boston College shot, and the Orange eased to a much-needed 70-55 win in the Carrier Dome.MORE COVERAGEAdvertisementThis is placeholder textWhat we learned from Syracuse’s 70-55 win over MiamiJohn Gillon puts stranglehold on point guard spot in Syracuse’s best win of season, 70-55 over MiamiSyracuse fans react to SU’s big 70-55 win over MiamiTyler Roberson stifles Miami inside, scores 9 points in season-high 35 minutes Facebook Twitter Google+
“A nation that does not take into accountthe multitude of suppressed memories ofthe majority of its people will always beweak, basing its survival on the exclusionof dissent and otherness,” Ariel Dorfmansaid at the eighth annual Nelson MandelaLecture, held at the University of theWitwatersrand in Johannesburg on 31July 2010.(Image: Wikipedia)MEDIA CONTACTS• Sello HatangInformation Communications ManagerNelson Mandela Foundation+27 11 547 [email protected] ARTICLES• World leaders praise Mandela• Mandela: a remarkable 92 years• Gallery: Mandela meets Bafana• SA gives back on Mandela Day• Education focus of Mandela DayIn the eighth annual Nelson Mandela Lecture, delivered in Johannesburg on 31 July 2010, Chile-born writer and activist Ariel Dorfman praised Mandela’s legacy and drew parallels with the processes of forgiveness and reconciliation in his country and South Africa.Download the lecture in PDF format (110 KB)Whose memory? Whose justice?A meditation on how and when and if to reconcileIt may seem paradoxical that a meditation dealing with memory and meant to celebrate the life and legacy of Nelson Mandela should start with the confession that I cannot evoke the date when I first heard his name.When he was imprisoned in 1962, I was 20 years old and an itty bit of a firebrand myself, really of the minor variety, taking time off from my studies at the University of Chile in Santiago to fight the police in the streets and help organise slum dwellers in the shantytowns of my impoverished nation.South Africa was in our same southern hemisphere, and already the symbol of the most unjust and inhumane system in the world, but its struggle was a mere glimmer, resplendent yet distant, on the consciousness of a generation whose heroes were Che Guevara and, closer by, Salvador Allende, who was to become the first socialist elected by democratic means to the Presidency of Chile in 1970.Even during the three years of Allende’s peaceful revolution whose ideals could have been modelled on the Freedom Charter of the ANC, even during those thousand days when we did our best to create a country where no child was hungry and no peasant was landless and no foreign corporations owned our soil and our souls, even then, I can’t recall that we specifically protested Mandela’s captivity, except as part of a general repudiation of apartheid.It was only after Salvador Allende died in a military coup in 1973, only after I went into exile, when I started to wander this earth like a makwerekwere, that the name of Mandela gradually became a primary beacon of hope, a sort of home to me, now that I was homeless. By the 1970s, of course, he had already solidified into a symbol of how our spirit cannot be broken by brutality, but his significance to me also grew out of the collusion of the twin twisted governments that misruled our respective people.The apartheid government that imprisoned him and his fellow patriots and denied them and millions of South Africans their basic rights, turned out to be one of the scant allies of the South American dictatorship that banished me and was ravaging my land. Vorster and Botha were the pals of our Generalissimo, Augusto Pinochet – they exchanged medals and ambassadors and pariah state visits, they sent each other admiring gifts, they shared weapons and intelligence and even tear gas canisters.I could continue with many unfortunate and shameful examples, but one intersection of South African terror and Chilean terror should suffice: in 1976, the year of the Soweto massacre, we were suffering a slow massacre of our own, the Chilean junta and Pinochet were making infamous around the world the system of disappearing people, arresting them and then denying their bodies to desperate relatives.Both dictatorships sought to create through violence a world where no rebel would dare to step into visibility, would dare to rise up. So my increasing reverence for Mandela in the 1970s and 1980s cannot be separated from the fact that his people and my people, the people of South Africa and the people of Chile, were bent on a parallel quest for justice against a brotherhood of enemies who wanted to disappear us from the face of the earth, as if our very memory had never existed.Even so, it was not until Chile regained its democracy in 1990 and Mandela’s release that very same year, it was not until both his country and mine and indeed the world began to wrestle with the dilemmas of how you confront the terrors of the past without becoming a hostage to the hatred engendered by that past, it was not until both South Africa and Chile were forced to ask themselves the same burning questions about remembrance and dialogue in our similar transitions to democracy, it was only then that Madiba became more than a legend to me and, with his wisdom and pragmatic compassion, grew into a guide for contemporary humanity.Because those of us who had struggled against injustice were to learn that it is often more difficult to listen to your enemies and forgive them than it was to suffer their atrocities, learn that it may be morally more complicated to navigate the temptations and nuances of freedom than to keep your head high and your heart beating strong in the midst of an oppression that marks clearly and unambiguously the line between right and wrong.It is these difficulties and these moral intricacies that I would like to explore on this occasion. And I would like to do so from the perspective of a story-teller, someone who, through the decades of battling the dictatorship in Chile, came to believe that he had been spared death many times over so he could keep alive the memory of what the powerful wanted to suppress.Let me start, then, with a story, one that complements and also complicates the story of redemption that Nelson Mandela continues to embody. That is what writers do: plunge into the vast complexity of our human condition rather than be content with simple answers that leave us satisfied and comfortable.A few years back, while giving away books to schoolchildren in a Chilean shanty-town, as part of a literacy program that an NGO had been organising, I was approached by an old carpenter.“If it’s true that you worked by the side of Salvador Allende,” he said, “I have a story to tell you.” Carlos – that was his name, if I’m not mistaken – had been an enthusiastic supporter of Salvador Allende’s government. Allende had created a program that helped Carlos to purchase his first and only house, Allende had understood why children – including the children of Carlos – should have free milk and lunch at school, Allende had filled that carpenter with hope that workers need not be forever dispossessed of a future, and that this could be done respecting the freedom of all.Following the military takeover of September 11, 1973 that left Allende buried in an unmarked grave and his image forbidden, soldiers raided the carpenter’s neighbourhood, breaking down doors, beating, arresting and shooting residents. Terror-stricken, Carlos had hidden away behind the boards of one of the walls of his house a picture of the martyred President, where it remained all through the 17 years of the dictatorship.He did not extract it, Carlos informed me, even when democracy returned to Chile and Pinochet had to relinquish his stranglehold over the government. Pinochet might not be the country’s strongman anymore but he still malingered on as commander in chief of the army and his disciples still controlled large enclaves in the judiciary and the media, and, above all, among those who had prospered obscenely during Pinochet’s neo-liberal regime. Though perhaps more crucially, Pinochet’s shadow inhabited the nightmares of many Chileans: they still feared his malevolent aftermath, that he would one day come back and seek revenge.Free elections were not enough to release that carpenter from his dread. The state funeral that Allende received was not enough. And not enough either when a Truth and Reconciliation Commission helped the country come to terms with its past, like its counterpart in South Africa a few years later.It was only in 1998 when General Pinochet, during a visit to London, was arrested for crimes against humanity that Carlos pried back the boards that concealed the portrait of Salvador Allende, and there it was, after 25 years, intact, his Presidente lindo, his beautiful President, he said, just as he recalled the man. Taking that portrait from its hiding place changed Carlos.When Pinochet was flown back to Chile after 18 months of London house arrest, Carlos was scared, but this time he gathered his courage and kept the picture of Allende hanging defiantly on the wall. Never again, he said, was he going to hide it.It is an inspiring story, because Carlos was not a militant, a soldier of the revolution sacrificing himself for the common good. That makes his gesture all the more significant.Nelson Mandela has explained how “at the very heart of every oppressive tool developed by the apartheid regime was a determination to control, distort, weaken, and even erase people’s memories.” Carlos, thousands of miles from South Africa, was rebelling against that very oppressive tool. If that portrait from the past could emerge from its hideout, if it could share the air and mountains of Chile, if he could show it proudly to his grandchildren, it was because Carlos had refused to forget, he had not burned the picture while the security forces rampaged outside but buried it furtively until it could be recovered. If the carpenter could tell me the story at all it was because he had carried that image inside all those outlawed years, nursed and nurtured it.An inspiring story, yes, but also sobering.Memory does not exist in a vacuum. If there had been no justice, if Pinochet had not been made to face judges and answer for his crimes during that year and a half in London, the memory of that carpenter would have remained encapsulated. For the memory to flow out into the open the fear also had to flow out, there had to be a societal space where the portrait from the past could be safe.Memory does not exist in a vacuum. The justice that facilitated the surfacing of those proscribed images and thoughts had itself been the product of many other, more public, more communal memories, thousands upon thousands who staked their existence, many of them losing their lives and certainly their livelihoods, so that people like Carlos would not consign their past to the dust of incinerated history, so that people like Carlos would find, when he escaped from his seclusion, a country that was created by voices other than those with more money and more guns.Again, quoting Madiba: “The struggle against apartheid can be typified as the pitting of memory against forgetting. It was in our determination to remember our ancestors, our stories, our values and our dreams that we found comradeship.” Carlos was eventually able to bring together his private and his public memory because others risked everything in order for a commons of liberation to exist.For one memory of resistance to persevere it needs, therefore, to eventually belong to a savannah of commonality, it cannot prevail against violence and censorship if it does not join a vast archive of other forbidden memories. The case of that carpenter is sobering, no matter how fervently admirable his loyalty, because the very isolation and secrecy of his hideaway also reveals how ultimately precarious any merely inner and covert rebellion can be.What if the carpenter Carlos had been killed or exiled or lost his house or perhaps been attacked with Alzheimer’s? – so many accidents that could have blocked that portrait of Salvador Allende from seeing the light. Or worse still, decades hence, someone else, some stranger or maybe even a great-grandchild would have been working on the wall, someone other than Carlos tears out the boards and finds the photo, looks at it wondering why it is there, what unfathomable message is it transmitting from the attic of its mystery?I mention the risks of this further act of forgetting because it seems critical, both in Chile and in South Africa, to urgently ask ourselves how we are to transmit the memory of struggle and resistance, sorrow and hope, to the young, how to transfer something more than a piece of paper, a scrap of celluloid, how to transfer the most elusive thing that needs to be handed on to the next generation: experience.Experience: what it meant to live under apartheid in South Africa, what it meant to survive tyranny in Chile. The photo that the carpenter hid away thus becomes a metaphor for both the endurance of memory and its inevitable state of flux. The photo as an object may be there but the carpenter who once suffered to keep that memory alive will pass. Memory does not exist in a vacuum. Unless it becomes active in the lives of the young, relevant in the lives of the young, it will die as surely as it would have if the security forces had torched the carpenter’s house.Time, alas, is on the side of death and oblivion.Nor is relentless time the only problem faced by those who struggle against forgetting. A series of questions about reconciliation percolate from the carpenter’s story. How to reconcile – and I use the word purposefully – how to reconcile the memory of that carpenter with the memory of the men who would burn that photo of Allende, would burn the body and eyes and hands of the man who would remember Allende, how to reconcile his memory with the contrary and powerful and menacing memory of the men who would burn the very shack in which that man lives, burn down the country that is desperate to bring that memory into the open?Enemies remember the past differently and until they agree in some way on that past, are able to forge a memory common to both sides, their rivalry will refuse to vanish. That is why Truth and Reconciliation Commissions, with all their flaws and concessions, all the pain they do not expose and all the crimes that may remain unpunished, are an indispensable step in a transition to democracy after a period of systemic violence.These inquiries create a version of history that the majority of citizens and especially their children can access, a story that becomes the inexorable frame of reference for future dialogue and discussions. The narrative in which former adversaries can concur gradually turns into the narrative of the nation itself, a form of collective memory that can persevere beyond the life of its original protagonists, even as we acknowledge that this consensual story far too often leaves out too much of the grief, too many recalcitrant stories, and should be understood as the beginning of a process and not its end.Because this creation of a shared history through the public airing of a harsh past does not unavoidably lead to true reconciliation. Other steps may be necessary to heal a divided community. Other steps may be needed to reach those who refuse to accept how their own actions have offended our common humanity. Other steps may be vital if we are to keep the past alive for future generations.Let me revert again to a story, another tale of disputed recollection and even more disputed reconciliation, but more disturbing than the fable of the carpenter and his clandestine portrait of Allende.I happened to be in Chile in 2006 when my nemesis General Pinochet was hospitalised for a heart attack, a stroke from which he would die one week later. But why should I recount this story when I can show it, thanks to the fact that the Canadian director Peter Raymont was filming me for a documentary based on my memoir, Heading South, Looking North. His crew captured the following scenes.Watch the video on the Nelson Mandela Foundation websiteDescription of the video: I find myself circling the back of the Military Hospital where Pinochet is being treated and as I am talking to a group of journalists, a woman passes by and insults me, calling me a dirty communist. I respond with intensity but not aggressively: Why are you attacking me, ma’am? What have I said or done? She doesn’t answer and swishes away. I then walk to the front of the hospital and there they were, outside the gates of the medical facilities, a group of women, crying out for their dying leader, led by a small, chubby woman, lips thick with lipstick, fingers clutching a portrait of her hero, a litany of tears streaming from behind incongruous dark glasses. There she was, making a pathetic spectacle of herself for all the world to see, defending a man who had been indicted by courts abroad and in Santiago as a torturer, a murderer, a liar and a thief. And yet, I was paradoxically, inexplicably, uncontrollably moved by her misery. And so, unable to stop myself, I approached the woman, told her how I had mourned Allende and therefore understood that it was now her turn to mourn her leader – but also wanted her to realise how much pain there was on our side.This sequence of the film is the one that, particularly in Latin America, calls forth the most criticism. How, people ask, could you do that? How could you validate that woman’s grief for Pinochet, honour it as similar to your grief for Allende? How could I extend my sympathy to an enemy who was condoning the misdeeds of Pinochet, had probably celebrated that someone like me was tortured or exiled or executed by her dying hero? What possessed me? That’s what people keep asking.That’s the right word. In effect, I found myself possessed. I was inexplicably, uncontrollably moved by that woman’s misery, unable to hold myself back, as if some deep turmoil or angel inside had welled up and overwhelmed me.Psychologists have discovered that a baby will cry more intensely and for a longer period of time when she hears the distressed cries of other children than if the doctor conducting the clinical trial plays back the baby’s own sobbing voice. Think about it: a baby is more upset by the voice of someone else’s agony than by her own troubles. The baby intensifies the cries in solidarity with the other, shares the pain, signals to the other child that he is not alone. For me, this is proof, if we ever required it, that compassion is ingrained in our species, coded inside the circuits of our brain.This is how we managed to become human, by creating the conditions for a social network where the suffering of others is intolerable, where we need to pity and comfort the afflicted. It is certainly not the only thing that defines us as humans: we are also characterised by cruelty and selfishness, indifference and avarice, but each of us can decide what defines our primordial humanity, and I choose the pre-eminence of empathy with others as our most important trait, the base for our evolution, what lay the groundwork for our search for language whose very core is the articulation and belief that someone else will accompany us through life, compassion is at the origin of our species-quest for the imagination with which we can smuggle ourselves into and under alien skin.What possessed me, then, was quite simple: I felt sorry for that woman.And yet, we also ought to interrogate my act. That hysterical woman, after all, rants against those who have “mala memoria”, literally, “bad memories”, targeting precisely people like that carpenter Carlos who remembers Allende and refuses to forget the crimes of the general. It is her memory against ours and there is nothing I can do in this world – or doubtless in the next one – to change what she recalls, what she has selected to recall in order to defend the identity she has built for herself.Her narrative, her most intimate story, the myth by which she has lived for decades, is that Allende was a socialist who threatened her peace and property, so if Allende’s followers were put violently in their place by substitute father Pinochet it was in order to save that woman and her family from the hordes, protect her from the barbarians. She starts from the same paranoia as that other woman in the film who, when I first arrive at the back of the hospital, insults me as she strides away, calling me a dirty communist.With this major difference: the mournful woman holding the portrait of Pinochet is willing to listen, is able to at least have a face to face encounter with me, recognises me as a fellow human, perhaps because I approached her with gentleness and respect, perhaps because I broke down her preconceptions about the enemy.It’s hard to open a dialogue with a harridan who slurs invective and then shows us her back. But when her ally, that other woman who was wailing ceased her tirade, I saw a crack in the barrier she had erected and ventured into the potential breech to tell her that though we disagreed on fundamentals, I could still understand her distress. In return, I asked that she try to put herself in my shoes, realise that I was not afflicted by a “mala memoria”, bad memories, but merely memories that did not coincide with hers, that might, in fact, be antagonistic to hers, but that this was not a reason to kill or detest one another.Before that encounter, I had meditated extensively in my plays and novels on the walls that separate us from those who have done us grievous harm, I have compelled my characters to deal with their worst enemies and ask themselves how to avoid the sweet trap of victim hood and retribution, I had suggested that atonement was essential for any significant exchange of ideas to transpire, essential that he who had benefited from a transgression give up his privileges as proof that he was sincere. But when it came to real life I could not wait eternally for that repentance. In real life, I felt the urge, if only for a minute, to break down those walls myself, leap across the divide, imagine a different sort of world.I was not offering reconciliation and most definitely not forgiveness to that Pinochetista fanatic. For a long-term ceasefire to exist some remorse would have had to bite inside, she would have had to be willing to inhabit my memories, to accept what Carlos the carpenter had been through during 25 years trying to keep alive his own river of memory in the midst of the conflagration.I would want her to recognise his right to show his portrait publicly, as she does, without fear. I would want her to acknowledge his right to exist, our right to mourn, our right to remember. She is undeniably very far from that state of grace. But we did create, she and I, some minimal space for a minimal understanding, a gentle interlude – and, as South Africa proves, those truces when ardent foes begin to speak to each other can be the start of something miraculous.You do not arrive at such armistices effortlessly, you often need to drive your opponents to the table through force and cunning, you cannot suppose that such meetings of the mind will simply happen – each small step is fraught with peril and false enticements and perverse illusions. Let me repeat this: each photo, each memory, does not emerge from its hiding place without struggle and suffering, without an immense social movement behind it, without some form of justice enacted.It is also true, however, that far too frequently those magical instances when adversaries meet and reach at least a pact not to resort to carnage to impose their points of view, far too frequently those moments close just as abruptly as they open and we often find ourselves yanked back to where we began.I can shatter that wall, open a splinter in time and reside there for the snap of a minute, but there will be no further progress unless the other side, people like that woman who insulted me, like the woman who is closeted in her anguish over the impending death of a tyrant, there will be no real improvement of the social environment unless people like them, like the soldiers who raided the shanty-towns in Chile, like those who profited from the suffering in South Africa, manage to take a step of their own, realise that to admit their own complicity in the crimes is a way of liberating themselves from their own prison of prejudice and hatred.As South Africa has proven, it is not impossible to make exceptional encounters like the one with that woman last longer than a minute, become part of a country’s major reckoning with itself.In 1997, on my first, and up till now only visit to your country, I was taken to District Six in Cape Town, that site of conscience that commemorates what happened in a multiethnic neighbourhood torn apart by discrimination. As I toured the museum with one of its guardians, he told me about a recent hearing of the Truth and Reconciliation Commission.A policeman of Afrikaner origin admitted killing the parents of a child and expressed regret for his actions. When the grandmother of the boy asked him what would happen when she was dead, who would care for this orphan, the policeman had answered, after a pause: “Then I guess I will have to take the child home with me.”It is a wondrous story. So perfect, in fact, that as soon as I was invited to deliver this lecture, I decided to make use of it here this afternoon. And in order to give that chronicle more historical heftiness, I tried to track it down through my friends at the Mandela Foundation, but in spite of assiduous research, no concrete reference was uncovered. Nor could curators from the District Six Museum evoke the anecdote nor could several journalists and writers, always the same answer: nobody could summon up that story. I cannot, therefore, offer a name now, put flesh and blood on the protagonists.Ultimately, however, it may not matter if such a policeman and such a grandmother factually exist, if one said this or the other said that in exactly the way it was recounted to me, it may not matter if my guide at the District Six Museum had heard a garbled version of the tale and then retransmitted it in a different form, because that is how memory often works.Communities give themselves the chronicles they need in order to understand the world just as individuals create for themselves the stories they need in order to survive with a sense of self. If a story is true in its core, tells us a higher truth, something unforgettable about ourselves, then it remains true even if it is partly invented.Or can anyone deny that the policeman was expressing a model of behaviour, was informing the grandmother and the eavesdropping world beyond her, that policeman is telling us all here, right now, today, that we cannot undo the damage of the past but must strive instead to undo the damage to the future, we must prove in our actions tomorrow that we have learned from the terrors and sins of yesteryear? What other way to pay for the taking of the lives of a mother and a father than to bring back home the child whom you orphaned, what other way to pay for a life taken than to give a life back?It is probable that such a homecoming envisaged by the policeman cannot occur in reality – before a black orphan would be brought into the house of the oppressor, many others in his own community would care for that boy. But as a metaphor, as epic drama, as a pluri-cultural ideal, what more could we ask for, what better challenge to present day South Africa, what better image of a multiracial omni-linguistic home can be offered?Is that policeman not speaking across continents and time to the woman who cried for Pinochet, is he not demanding that she take Carlos the carpenter home with her? Is he not affirming that it is his duty, as a policeman, to protect the carpenter’s portrait of Allende, his right to display that portrait on the wall, rather than persecuting him for his memories and his ideas? Are we not all being invited to bring into our homes what is concealed behind the walls of our identity, that which most disturbs us, those memories from the thickets of others that we have considered to be alien, hazardous to our integrity?Is it not in that back and forth process of offering a refuge to those who are different that we can find intimations of what it means to reconcile or at least a pale path towards tolerance? Is not that what literature and art do incessantly, invite us into the homes of strangers so we may know ourselves better, create a startling birthplace of common language from which we can explore an enigmatic world?Above all, however, I would like to concentrate on the homeless orphan and what it might mean to him to be taken care of, to be truly cared for. Because all my words are meaningless unless they reach that child, unless they help fashion a world which that child deserves to inherit, unless the stories I have been telling speak to that boy who has lost his elders. I wonder, in fact, if that child, now grown, is not listening or watching this lecture, if he will not come forward in the days ahead to claim his public place, emerge from the hazy boundaries of story telling into the history of his country, like the photo of Allende yearned to emerge into the history of my own land.Think of children like him, boys like him, girls like him, all over the world. Think of them as potentially homeless because of our actions. We may not have murdered their parents, but we have built societies where girls and boys from every latitude and climate are in danger: famines, sicknesses, war, drought, poverty, beatings, pollution, civil strife, refugees and xenophobia, drugs and ignorance, women deprived of their rights, the compassion of the world’s religions hijacked by fundamentalists, leaders who seem to have no control over events, high officials of governments tolerating thuggery and corruption when they should know better, are not all of these, crimes against humanity and the future?Worse still, there may be no future: we still have nuclear weapons that can render ourselves and our brother and sister animals extinct, we have blindly allowed our planet to be plundered and desecrated by our greed and our desires and our indifference.How can we take the child back home with us if there is no earth itself to greet him, no home for us all? What message of hope do my three intertwined stories deliver to those children and to a world crying out for concrete solutions to dire dilemmas?Memory matters. One of the primary reasons behind the extraordinary crisis humanity finds itself in is due to the exclusion of billions of human beings and what they remember, men and women who are not even a faraway flicker on the nightly news, on the screen of reality.One of the ways out of our predicament is to multiply the areas of participation, create veritable oceans of participation. To offer room and respect to those memories and stories is not a merely charitable, paternalistic initiative, but an act of supreme self-preservation. A nation that does not take into account the multitude of suppressed memories of the majority of its people will always be weak, basing its survival on the exclusion of dissent and otherness. Those whose lives are not valued, not given narrative dignity, cannot really be part of the solution of the abiding problems of our times. We cannot afford to wait 25 years, like that carpenter did, for each hidden dream to step into the light of day.For that light to come, we must discover ways to diminish the fear that seeps into every aspect of our contemporary condition. The fear that we will be punished if we raise our voices. The fear that we will be mocked or derided if we reach out to those with whom we disagree. The fear that our attempt to redress the wrongs we may have committed will be met with rage and the desire for revenge.Fear, yes, fear is our real enemy and its main victim is always trust.That may be the central plea of this lecture: that if we do not trust one another, we shall all die.It will not be easy. Unless we recognise the need for all the hidden photos and memories of the poorest and most neglected on this earth to find a safe haven, there will be no trust. There will be no trust unless we make efforts to disarm the most powerful, those who believe themselves the exclusive owners of the truth and can therefore, when they are challenged, commit all manner of crimes and misdemeanours in the name of their apprehension.And perhaps we need to start by disarming our own selves, admitting that none among us is so perfect or saintly that we are immune from the temptations of power and dominance, perhaps we should try to conquer the fear of our own nakedness. And then, maybe, who knows, others will trust us.Can it be done in time? Can we take the children home with us? Before we destroy our planet? Let us attend then to the message of hope that Nelson Mandela has been sending us.One of the major pleasures of Madiba during his captivity was his garden. He tells us often of how uplifting it was to plant and harvest under the sun and rain, to be in control of that small patch of earth when he controlled nothing else in the world except his dignity and his memories and his comrades. He tells us of the joy of sharing with his fellow prisoners but also with his jailers the bounty that his labours produced, what he and the land birthed into existence in spite of the injustice and the sorrow and the separations.Mandela’s garden is not a fluke, an exception. Recently I have been reading a book called Defiant Gardens by Kenneth Helphand, who recounts the story of gardens created improbably in the midst of the viciousness of war. The desperate gardens of the Warsaw Ghetto and the stone gardens cultivated by the Japanese Americans in their internment camps during the Second World War, the vegetable beds fashioned in the shadow of the trenches of the First World War, the gardens which flourished minimally, at first hesitantly, then insolently, and always with gentleness, as the bombs fell in Vietnam and as American soldiers prepared to fight in Korea and the Persian Gulf.What is fascinating about this array of landscapes is that these diverse and divergent gardeners do not align themselves on the same side in war; they might even be sworn enemies. And yet, they are all human, they all hunger for flowers and fruit, they all ache to keep alive a hint that something will grow in spite of the surrounding night of destruction.There is no guarantee that we will ever reach the deep reconciliation we need as a species. Indeed, I tend to think – it may be the transgressive writer in me – that some damage done is irreparable. I notice that when justice comes infrequently the most long-lasting memories are in danger of fading. But when despair visits me, I hold on to the image of the garden. A garden that grows like memories should. A garden that grows as justice should. A garden that grows like true reconciliation should.And do not forget that for crops and vegetables, for leaves and trees, to grow, we need to sing to them.We need to sing to the earth so it will forgive us and continue to provide hope.We need to always remember the multiple, infinite gardens of Nelson Mandela and his people.
It’s your filmmaking news roundup! Hear all about the new cameras from RED and Sony, new drones (and recalled ones), robots, stabilizers, and more!A ton of stuff happened. No need to summarize, let’s get to the goods. Here’s all the filmmaking news you might have missed.Adobe’s Project VoCo Will Change the Future of Editing AudioAdobe’s Project VoCo is a new audio editing software that allows you to edit speech the same way Photoshop allows you to edit images. It allows you to insert new words into interviews, offering the same cadence, pace, voice, and tone. For video editors, it could save hours of editing the perfect VO audio.Read all about Project VoCo in this PremiumBeat article.Bad Karma: GoPro Recalls Their DroneGoPro has recalled all 2500 Karmas sold (and all of the drones they haven’t yet sold) due to a “performance issue related to a loss of power during operation.” There were a small number of cases in which the drones lost power and fell out of the sky. The drone was only on the market sixteen days before being pulled from the shelves.Read more about the GoPro recall here.DJI Announces 3 New Professional Drones (and PremiumBeat is Giving Away a Mavic Pro!)In other drone news, DJI has announced three new professional video drones — the Inspire 2, M600 Pro, and Phantom 4 Pro. These announcement come weeks after DJI announced the new Mavic Pro — which you can win in PremiumBeat’s Aerial Filmmaker Giveaway in collaboration with Frame.io.Read more about the new DJI drones here. Enter the PremiumBeat Mavic Pro giveaway here.Microsoft Surface Studio vs. Apple MacBook ProImage via AppleIn news you have probably heard plenty of, Microsoft released the Surface Studio days before Apple announced the latest MacBook Pro. Microsoft wound up stealing all the thunder, and it turns out their launch video was shot by a robot!Image via Microsoft / Motorized PrecisionRead more about the Surface Studio and MacBook Pro here. Go behind the scenes of the Surface Studio launch video and see the KIRA robot in this PremiumBeat exclusive.RED 8K Super35 Helium Sensor Comes to the Epic and WeaponImage via REDFollowing RED’s announcement of the HELIUM 8K sensor, the company has now announced two new 8K cameras — the new RED EPIC-W and WEAPON 8K. Both cameras have the DSMC2 form factor, and RED is sweetening the deal for current RED owners (and those on waiting lists) with the ability to upgrade to a new 8K sensor package.Read more about the 8K RED cameras on PremiumBeat.Sony FS7 IIAnother new camera headed to stores is the upgraded Sony FS7 II. The camera adds an Electronic Variable ND filter, lever lock-type E-mount, and support for Sony’s A-mount.Read more about the updates to the FS7 II here.Freefly Systems Announces the MoVI ProFreefly Systems announced the latest MoVI, the new MoVI Pro. The stabilization system has become one of the most in-demand devices on sets, constantly being used to capture incredible footage in films like Straight Outta Compton and shows like Into the Badlands. Take a look at the MoVI Pro, which features a weight reduction, internal cable routing, shorter boot time, and some much needed feet for you to set the rig down on the ground. The handheld bundle will set you back $6500.Read more about the MoVI Pro over on No Film School.Video Copilot’s FX Console After Effects PluginThe FX Console toolset allows you to type in effects or presets to apply them directly to any layer. A keyboard shortcut pulls up the console, eliminating time wasted searching for effects. It allow users to customize the tools to their needs.Read more about the new Video Copilot plugin on RocketStock.Final Cut Pro X Gets a Major Overhaul, Somehow Isn’t Named Final Cut Pro 11Image via AppleAlongside the new MacBook Pro, Apple quietly announced a new version of Final Cut Pro. Still considered FCPX, the NLE features a total overhaul. They showed off the new machine by running the latest version of Final Cut Pro — 10.3, which is surprising, as it would have made sense to announce it as a whole new version of Final Cut Pro. Those of you who remember the days of FCP7 will be happy to see a much more familiar Final Cut Pro.Read more about the Final Cut Pro update and new features here on PremiumBeat.Vimeo to Announce Subscription Video Streaming ServiceImage via VimeoIn an expected move following on the company’s On-Demand service, Vimeo plans to announce a new subscription streaming service.Unlike other video platforms which focus on building celebrities and influencers, Vimeo is home to the world’s best behind the camera talent – emerging filmmakers, editors and directors. — Joey Levin, Vimeo interim CEOLevin went on to name some Vimeo shorts that have been nominated for Academy Awards, and the very popular High Maintenance series that was picked up by HBO.Read more about Vimeo’s plans on The Verge.Got any filmmaking news that we missed? Share in the comments below!
There is something you may not be aware of that is damaging your ability to sell. You may not know that you are doing this, but it can cause people to decide not to work with you or your company. Without meaning to, you can make it difficult for someone to work with you.A lack of real engagement in your work can be seen and felt, and it can cause people to decide to work with someone else.My first draft of The Only Sales Guide You’ll Ever Need had four chapters that were either removed or consolidated into other chapters to meet the constraint of 60,000 words. One of the chapters that was removed was called Passionate Engagement. More and more, I believe that chapter should have been included.When you look like you don’t want to be doing what you are doing, you make others believe that you don’t want to be doing what you are doing. You look like a “dread Monday” and “live for Friday” kind of person, the kind of person that is not all in on producing the outcomes they sell, and the kind of person who may not want to deal with the difficult issues that are certain to come with any real change initiative.You make it difficult for your dream client to add you to their team when you lack energy, when you are simply going through the motions, when you respond slowly, when you are dispassionate and disengaged, and when it is clear you aren’t in love with what you are doing.You may want to believe that someone else is supposed to inspire and motivate you in order for you to be passionately engaged with your work, but you would be wrong. The decision to passionately engage with your work is a decision that is yours alone. You decide whether to bring your best self to your work. You decide to give yourself over to your work.If you are not passionate about what you do now because things aren’t perfect, you aren’t going to find your next role in another company any more perfect. In the meantime, your projecting a lack of passionate engagement will make it difficult for your dream client to imagine having you as part of their team. Essential Reading! Get my 2nd book: The Lost Art of Closing “In The Lost Art of Closing, Anthony proves that the final commitment can actually be one of the easiest parts of the sales process—if you’ve set it up properly with other commitments that have to happen long before the close. The key is to lead customers through a series of necessary steps designed to prevent a purchase stall.” Buy Now
Chezka Centeno and Rubilen Amit of the Philippines celebrate after winning gold and silver medals, respectively, in the women’s 9-ball singles event of the 29th Southeast Asian Games billiards competition Sunday at the Kuala Lumpur Convention Center. CONTRIBUTED PHOTO/SEA GAMES MEDIA POOLKUALA LUMPUR — It was a heartbreaker for Rubilen Amit in the Southeast Asian Games women’s 9-ball final Sunday.“I asked God, if I lose, does it have to be this painful?,” said the 35-year-old in Filipino.ADVERTISEMENT UPLB exempted from SEA Games class suspension SEA Games: PH’s Alisson Perticheto tops ice skating short program Brace for potentially devastating typhoon approaching PH – NDRRMC LATEST STORIES PH billiards team upbeat about gold medal chances in SEA Games PLAY LIST 03:07PH billiards team upbeat about gold medal chances in SEA Games00:45Onyok Velasco see bright future for PH boxing in Olympics05:25PH boxing team determined to deliver gold medals for PH00:50Trending Articles01:35Panelo suggests discounted SEA Games tickets for students02:49World-class track facilities installed at NCC for SEA Games03:04Filipino athletes share their expectations for 2019 SEA Games02:25PH women’s volleyball team motivated to deliver in front of hometown crowd01:27Filipino athletes get grand send-off ahead of SEA Games MOST READ LIST: Class, gov’t work suspensions during 30th SEA Games Catriona Gray spends Thanksgiving by preparing meals for people with illnesses Don’t miss out on the latest news and information. LOOK: Venues for 2019 SEA Games The two-time World 10-ball champion had two options for the 6-ball on the far end of the table in the 13th and last rack.“I went for the high percentage, mathematically it’s the best choice,” said Amit who pocketed on the corner from right side of the table. She had all the intention of preparing for the 8-ball in back of the table.FEATURED STORIESSPORTSWATCH: Drones light up sky in final leg of SEA Games torch runSPORTSSEA Games: Philippines picks up 1st win in men’s water poloSPORTSMalditas save PH from shutout“I felt that I hit it well. And then I saw it (mother ball) fall on the side pocket,” said Amit, who yelled along with the people watching the match at KLCC Function Hall 4.But she didn’t want to take away the glory from her 18-year-old opponent. Read Next PH wins bronze in sepak takraw men’s doubles SEA Games in Calabarzon safe, secure – Solcom chief WATCH: Streetboys show off slick dance moves in Vhong Navarro’s wedding “She deserves the gold medal. She came back from 2-5 and played steady,” said Amit. “But I can’t deny I was really disappointed. Give me the whole day to feel bad about it.”Amit said she’s preparing for the Asian Indoor and Martial Arts Games next month. View comments
Shearer blasts Everton goalkeeper Pickford: Disgusting!by Paul Vegas10 months agoSend to a friendShare the loveFormer England captain Alan Shearer blasted Everton goalkeeper Jordan Pickford for his challenge on Tottenham midfielder Dele Alli on Sunday.In the closing stages of the first-half, Alli was played through on goal only to be adjudged by the linesman.However, as the referee blew his whistle for the infringement, Pickford dangerously dived two-footed into his England team-mate in a tackle that could have led to a serious injury.Shearer, who scored 260 Premier League goals during his career, did not hold back on his opinion of the incident.He tweeted: “Disgusting challenge from @JPickford1 on @dele_official. Should have been a red card. Pickford lucky Dele didn’t react.” About the authorPaul VegasShare the loveHave your say
NEW ORLEANS, LA – JANUARY 09: Head coach Nick Saban of the Alabama Crimson Tide takes the field before playing against the Louisiana State University Tigers in the 2012 Allstate BCS National Championship Game at Mercedes-Benz Superdome on January 9, 2012 in New Orleans, Louisiana. (Photo by Ronald Martinez/Getty Images)As you’d imagine, the photos and video taken at Kristen Saban’s wedding this past Saturday have provided a treasure trove’s worth of content for Alabama fans. So far, we’ve shown you the fireworks at Bryant-Denny, the “Sweet Home Alabama” rendition and the happy couple dancing with Big Al mascot heads. But we saved perhaps the best clip of all for last.Here’s Nick Saban dancing to some greek folk music – presumably to celebrate the heritage of his daughter’s husband.We’ve seen him do the Electric Slide and the Cupid Shuffle. This might be the best we’ve seen yet from him, however.
New Ohio State head football coach Urban Meyer added two members to his coaching staff Monday, both of whom worked under Meyer during his coaching tenure at Florida. Brian Voltolini will serve as the program’s director of football operations and Mark Pantoni will serve as the director of player personnel. “I am really pleased that Brian Voltolini and Mark Pantoni wanted to be a part of the football program at The Ohio State University,” Meyer said in a press release. “I have spent considerable time working with each and I certainly appreciate the passion and the effort that both bring to their positions every day.” Voltolini, an Idaho native, has worked with Meyer dating back to 2001 when Meyer was coaching at Bowling Green and followed him to Utah and eventually to Florida. As director of football operations, Voltolini will manage the football program’s budget, scholarships, team travel, housing, camps and clinics. “Brian not only has a sharp awareness of what needs to be done for an efficient, fluid operation of a football program,” Meyer said in the release, “but he also has that keen sense of knowing what the program needs from an operations perspective. And I appreciate that greatly.” Pantoni, a Florida native, will mostly be involved in helping the program in its recruiting efforts. He spent the past five years working for Florida including the previous two years as the Gators’ recruiting program coordinator. During his time at Florida, Pantoni helped Meyer put on Friday Night Lights, a summer recruiting showcase in which invited players competed at night and under the lights. Friday Night Lights was considered an instrumental recruiting tool and many have speculated Meyer would bring a similar idea to OSU. “Mark has proven abilities at organizing recruiting efforts and in building relationships with prospects and their families,” Meyer said. “I have seen how well he understood recruiting in the state of Florida and nationally, and I am certain his efforts are going to be well-received in the state of Ohio. He is one of the hardest working people I have been around.”
With the Supreme Court currently debating the constitutionality of the Defense of Marriage Act and California’s Proposition 8, both of which define marriage as only between a man and a woman, the national debate regarding same-sex marriage is as intense as it has ever been. Minnesota Vikings punter Chris Kluwe may be one of same-sex marriage’s most well-known supporters, at least among football fans. He visited Ohio State Monday to discuss his point of view in an event sponsored by the Moritz College of Law. Kluwe has been playing an active role in the fight against Proposition 8, as the co-author of an amicus brief titled “Athletes’ Brief,” along with NFL linebacker Brendon Ayanbadejo, who most recently played for the Baltimore Ravens. The brief has been signed by a number of professional athletes and sports-related figures who also support same-sex marriage, including NFL Players’ Association executive director DeMaurice Smith and former Columbus Crew soccer player Robbie Rogers, who simultaneously came out as gay and retired from soccer in February. “I figured that athletes signing on for an amicus brief would have an effect on the Supreme Court … because that’s not generally an issue of the population that weighs in on political matters,” Kluwe said of the brief. “We did that, got a bunch of other athletes to sign on and hopefully make the court think about the fact that what they do has an impact. “What they do is where people are going to draw their inspiration from,” Kluwe added. “This is a case where they can literally make history.” Kluwe said that inside NFL front offices, the biggest concern about a player coming out is the potential distraction that it could cause for the team. “There is kind of this unwritten idea that gay players cannot come out because it would create a media firestorm around that, which in turn might distract the team from focusing on football,” Kluwe said. “My response to that would be there is tons of distractions that go on on any given year … It’s not like there’s a shortage of distractions already. Why can’t a gay player be who they are?” Not everyone in the NFL agrees with Kluwe’s point of view about the distraction blowing over. Seattle Seahawks defensive end Chris Clemons tweeted from his Twitter handle @chrisclemons91 on March 26 that he thinks gay NFL players should keep their sexuality private, saying a player coming out would “make themselves bigger than the team.” Kluwe said he thinks the issue will “blow over in a month or two” once a first active NFL player comes out as homosexual. “The first guy or guys that come out, yeah, there’s going to be some attention, but after that, no one will care,” Kluwe said. “Then it becomes, how well can you play football, which is the way it should be.” Kluwe said he thinks it would be “easier” for a well-known player to come out than a lesser-known player, because of their established success. “Another player, it could be harder because they may be on the verge of getting cut anyways,” Kluwe said. “Then people are going to ask, ‘well, did he get cut because of his performance? did he get cut because he was gay?’ That being said, I think any player that comes out as openly gay will have done the right thing for themselves because no one should have to hide who they are.” Kluwe said he does not know whether any of his current or former teammates are gay, but said statistics indicate that there are numerous homosexual players in the NFL. “I know that I’ve played with gay players before, I do not know who they are,” Kluwe said. “Honestly, it’s about can you play on the field on Sunday, that’s all I’m concerned about when I’m on the football field.” Kluwe said in a post-event interview that it was “awesome to be able to talk about tolerance and respect and equality” at OSU, and he thinks sports can spread that message to a new audience. “Traditionally, a lot of sports fans don’t necessarily worry about other political issues, about social issues, they look at sports as pure entertainment,” Kluwe told The Lantern. “That’s why when sports does take a stand on an issue, it’s so powerful because you reach an audience that might not otherwise be reached.” Grant Stancliff, communications manager for LGBT-advocacy group Equality Ohio, also spoke at the event prior to Kluwe. Stancliff said he thought the event was “fantastic.” “Hearing him … taking the long view about how we want to be a society that is empathetic, and that can grow together and that can function together, I really enjoyed it,” Stancliff said. Naman Mody, a first-year graduate student in computer science, attended the event and said he enjoyed hearing a different perspective on the issue of same-sex marriage rights. “When somebody of his fame and stature comes out and talks about this issue, it makes people think and reflect upon these ideas,” Mody said. Kluwe said he views the issue of same-sex marriage bans as an issue of people being “denied the freedom to live their own lives.” A political science and history major while playing football at UCLA, he compared the same-sex marriage debate to previous issues in U.S. history. “We’ve fought this fight before: it’s been segregation, suffrage and slavery,” Kluwe said. “There really has been the same fight over controlling other people’s lives, and if you can present it to people in that way and make them think about the fact that this is not freedom, this is about controlling someone, then they start to figure it out.” Same-sex marriage is currently legal in only nine U.S. states, plus the District of Columbia. The Ohio Revised Code defines that marriage “may only be entered into by one man and one woman.”