Yo Soy el Army

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Wrapped in It: Armed forces recruitment is increasingly focused on the Latino community, luring young soldiers with the promise of citizenship for them and their families.

By Deborah Davis

Jesus was an easy mark for the recruiter. A boy who fantasized that by joining the powerful, heroic U.S. Marines, Jesus thought he could help his own country fight drug lords. He gave the recruiter his address and phone number in Mexico, and the recruiter called him twice a week for the next two years until he had talked Jesus into convincing his parents to move to California.

Fernando and Rose Suarez sold their home and their laundry business and immigrated with their children. Jesus enrolled at a high school known for academic achievement. But the recruiter wanted him to transfer to a school for problem teenagers, since its requirements for graduation were lower and Jesus would be able to finish sooner. He was 17-and-a-half when he graduated from that school, still too young to enlist on his own, so his father co-signed the enlistment form, as the military requires for underage recruits.

Three years later, at the age of 20, his body was torn apart in Iraq by an American-made fragmentation grenade during the first week of the invasion. In the Pentagon’s official Iraq casualty database, his death is number 74.

In the Iraq war, citizenship is being used as a recruiting tool aimed specifically at young immigrants, who are told that by enlisting they will be able to quickly get citizenship for themselves (sometimes true; it depends on what the Immigration and Customs Enforcement branch of the Department of Homeland Security finds) and their entire families (not true; each family member has to go through a separate application process). Nevertheless, with the political pressures on Latino families growing daily under this administration, many young Latinos are unable to resist the offer, which immigrants’ rights activists see as blatant exploitation of a vulnerable population.

Jesus, like the large majority of new military recruits, was signed up through the Delayed Entry Program (DEP), which operates in high schools, GED programs and home-schooling networks across the nation. The well-crafted messages on the DEP website have been in development ever since the draft ended and the all-volunteer military was initiated after Vietnam. The DEP’s persuasion campaigns originally targeted black teenagers with the message that military service equaled jobs that promised fair treatment regardless of race. Recruiters were able to easily meet their quotas until the early ’80s, when enlistment rates of young African Americans began to decline and the rates for Latinos began to rise for reasons the military did not understand.

Over the next decade, the military commissioned a number of studies on the relationship between race and ethnicity and the “propensity to enlist.” As Latinos became a more important source of recruits, the Pentagon hired market research firms to design advertising campaigns that addressed the issues they care most about: family pride, education and citizenship.

Today, the Navy, Marine Corps and Air Force recruitment campaigns focus largely on education and benefits to families. The Army’s campaign, created by Cartel Impacto, a cutting-edge firm from San Antonio, uses the firm’s proprietary “barrio anthropology” and grassroots “viral and guerrilla marketing” techniques to “go deep into the neighborhoods and barrios” in order to tell Latino families how the military can help them have the kind of life they want in America.

These marketing campaigns support the work of recruiters who, as mandated by the No Child Left Behind Act, must have free access to students in every one of the country’s public schools. Recruiters operating in high schools try to get children as young as 14 to sign up for the military’s DEP, which allows them to finish high school before going on active duty.

Under the program, these young “men and women,” as recruiters are trained to call them, are targeted, tested, gifted, video-gamed, recruitment-faired and career-counseled into enlisting before they turn 18. They are also paid $2,000 for every friend they talk into signing up with them and, until recently, were paid $50 for every name they brought in to a recruiter.

In addition to cash, students who help recruiters to enlist their friends are promoted to a higher military rank, from Private E-1 to Private E-2, even before they are out of high school. Private E-1’s are paid $1,301 a month, while E-2’s earn $1,458 per month. Further, getting a second high-scoring friend or two more low-scoring friends to enlist earns the student another promotion, to Private E-3, and kicks the entry pay up to $1,534 per month.

Another way DEPs can earn extra money is to volunteer for hazardous duty. Students who sign up to be in a combat unit or dismantle explosives or handle toxic chemicals get an additional $150 per month on top of their basic pay. Volunteering for hazardous duty, however, is a relative concept. Since DEP recruits do not, by definition, have a college education, there are few other military occupations open to them.

With the greatest need in this war being combat soldiers—so much so that even highly trained Air Force personnel are being sent to work with Army ground troop units—the chances of any DEP recruit getting out of combat duty and its attendant hazards are slim. The implications of these conditions for young immigrants can be deadly.

The Department of Defense’s casualty database doesn’t publicly break down the dead and injured by ethnic group, but a tally of Latino surnames found that between Jan. 10 and July 1, 2007, 20 percent of the 174 young people ages 18 to 21 who died were likely to have been Latino. With the intensification of DEP recruiting efforts in largely Latino high schools since the invasion began, this is no surprise.

How many of these young Latino recruits are illegal immigrants? “Nobody knows,” says Flavia Jimenez, an immigration policy analyst at the National Council of La Raza. “But what we do know is that recruiters may not be up to speed on everybody’s legal status. We also know that a significant number of [illegals] have died in Iraq.” The recruitment of illegal immigrants is particularly intense in Los Angeles, where 75 percent of high school students are Latino.

“A lot of our students are undocumented,” says Arlene Inouye, a teacher at Garfield High School in East Los Angeles, “and it’s common knowledge that recruiters offer green cards.” Inouye is the coordinator and founder of the Coalition Against Militarism in Our Schools, a counter-recruitment organization that educates teenagers about deceptive recruiting practices. “The practice is pretty widespread all over the nation,” she says, “especially in California and Texas. The recruiters tell them, ‘You’ll be helping your family.'”

Inouye referred me to Salvador Garcia, a student whose father had been deported and who had been approached by a recruiter when he was a freshman (he is now a senior). Garcia says the recruiter told him, “If you need papers, come and fight for us and we can get you some, and then you’ll never have to mess with immigration.” When Garcia told the recruiter that he was born in this country, the recruiter responded, “Do you have anybody in your family that needs a green card, needs papers?” Garcia told him that his father, who had entered the country illegally from Mexico, had recently been deported. “If you join the military you can get your father back,” the recruiter reportedly said. “It’s not a problem. We can get him his papers, and nobody will ever bother him again.”

Garcia says he almost signed the enlistment form right then, but says he was stopped by the realization of “how it’s all connected—the war and Mexico and immigration.” He is now active in the counter-recruitment movement.

Despite the mounting evidence of these recruitment practices, the Pentagon denies that illegal immigrants are in the military. “If there are any,” says Pentagon spokesman Joseph Burlas, “then they have fraudulently enlisted, and when they’re caught, they are discharged.”

An illegal immigrant serving in Iraq, Jose Gutierrez was one of the first members of the U.S. armed forces to die during the invasion. Gutierrez had made his way to this country from Guatemala in 1996, at the age of 15, to escape the violence perpetrated by the death squads, only to be killed in Iraq by friendly fire. When the Pentagon announced his death, it came in the form of a carefully managed PR campaign that included a posthumous award of citizenship for Gutierrez, presumably to show that if an illegal immigrant manages to enlist and make it to Iraq, he will be rewarded.

However, Gutierrez remains the only illegal alien on the U.S. casualty rolls whose real place of birth is listed, while others who die are reported to be from Boston or Los Angeles, or wherever a recruiter finds them. In New York City, according to counter-recruitment activist Melida Arredondo, whose young stepson was killed in Iraq, DEP recruiters instruct illegal immigrants to write “New York City” as their “home of record address” on the enlistment form, and to write “pending” for their Social Security number.

Why is all of this happening, when the enlistment and expedited naturalization of illegal immigrants serving in the armed forces is specifically authorized in U.S. law? An executive order signed by President Bush on July 3, 2002, provided for the “expedited naturalization for aliens and noncitizen nationals serving in an active-duty status in the Armed Forces of the United States during the period of the war against terrorists of global reach.”

Under this order, any noncitizen in the military can apply for expedited citizenship on his first day of active duty. Not only is this order still in effect, but it has been codified in the National Defense Authorization Act 2006. With the law so clear on this issue, the treatment of illegal immigrants in the military is difficult to understand.

“Apparently,” says Lt. Col. Margaret Stock, an immigration attorney and professor of military law at West Point, “nobody at the Pentagon reviewed the [regulations] on immigrants when the war started.” She adds, “If the Pentagon has any immigration attorneys, I haven’t met them.”

Stock notes that a section of the 2006 Immigration and Nationalization Law locates the naturalization of immigrants serving in Iraq firmly in the tradition of naturalizations during wars dating back to WW I. During these wars, citizenship was granted solely on the basis of three years of honorable service or honorable discharge.

“Recruiters trying to fill slots have historically pressed vulnerable people into service,” says Dan Kesselbrenner, director of the National Immigration Project, a program of the National Lawyers Guild. “But for some people, it’s the only way they are ever going to get citizenship.”

What recruiters do not tell their targets, however, is that the military itself has no authority to grant citizenship. It forwards their citizenship applications to ICE, which will then scrutinize them and their entire families for up to a year.

Recruiters also do not tell their targets that citizenship can be denied for the very same past criminal offenses that the military may have overlooked when admitting them—such as being in the country illegally. Nor do they tell recruits that citizenship can be denied for any kind of dishonorable behavior, which includes refusing to participate in combat.

The Comprehensive Immigration Reform Bill, which failed to pass the Senate in June, proposed to give legal permanent residency to any “alien who has served . . . for at least two years and, if discharged, has received an honorable discharge.” In other words, illegal immigrants have been in the military all along, and the government was getting ready to admit it. With the bill’s defeat, they will be forced to remain hidden, and the sacrifices they have made for this country will continue to go unacknowledged.


‘The 11th Hour’

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08.29.07

As a warning about global warming, Al Gore’s An Inconvenient Truth was surely direct, but it was also relatively polite. The former vice president told us that what we were doing was wrong, but he was so well-mannered about it that he never really made us feel like the callous jerks we are. Thankfully, as earth’s environmental outlook grows more and more bleak, The 11th Hour steps in to deliver some crucial knockout blows.

Produced and narrated by Leonardo di Caprio, The 11th Hour attacks us, the humans who caused all this in the first place, more fiercely than Gore would ever dare. News footage, nature shots and talking-head commentary mingle to form a driving narrative that indicts our foolish choices. There is the standard array of scientific projections and statistics, but filmmakers Nadia Conners and Leila Conners Petersen take the bold stance that the heart of the problem is our way of thinking—our culture of rampant consumption and our opinion of ourselves as somehow superior to nature.

For instance, the film rightly takes issue with the oft-repeated phrase, “saving the earth.” In reality, no matter how much environmental havoc we wreak, the earth will still be here. It may be uninhabitable, but it will be around. It is, of course, the human race which will be wiped out by the cataclysms of global warming.

Though the film effectively argues that we are indeed on our planet’s last stop en route to Armageddon, it avoids such pabulum as that hybrid cars are the salvation; as the title suggests, we simply don’t have any easy options left. While it could leave one feeling totally hopeless about our chances of survival—we can’t un-cut the trees or bring back extinct species, after all—The 11th Hour does provide the tools to help change our way of thinking ASAP. The downbeat disposition may be too much for some, but as the film shows, the direct approach is really the only one we have time for.

The 11th Hour opens Friday, Aug. 31, at Rialto Lakeside Cinemas (551 Summerfield Road, Santa Rosa; 707.525.4840) and the Century CineArts at Sequoia (25 Throckmorton Ave., Mill Valley; 415.388.4862).

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Winery profile: Woodenhead in Forestville

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As a diehard Zinfandel fan, I hardheadedly hold out for my idea of the ultimate Zin. The usual press on our heritage grape is that it’s a reliable producer of hearty, jammy stuff, while superior examples, expressing the concentrated essence of what it can offer, are maddeningly hard to find. (Mini review for readers unwilling to wade through several paragraphs of palaver to get to the point: Woodenhead makes damn good wine. Pinot, Zin—yum, yum, yum. Now, back to rambling wine talk; that’s why I get the big bucks). It was at the ZAP tasting in San Francisco that I first saw Woodenhead. Seem to recall it was neighboring Blockheadia. Yes, it’s like rule number one not to prejudge a vintage on the basis of a graphic design-challenged label, but time was short and the wines were many.

Still, seeing one afternoon that this micro-winery had opened a tasting room on River Road piqued my interest because, you know, might be some Zins there. After a U-turn and some wrong turns, we arrived at 4:29pm, but my companion would not get out of the car. With restaurant-industry sensibility, she adamantly refused to walk into a place at closing time.

At a more appropriate hour and in other company, I finally made it to the rambling house that overlooks the Russian River Valley. Inside, it’s remodeled in subdued dark earth tones, low-lit, with a little staircase giving it the appearance of a pub stage set. The deck out front looks like an excellent picnic redoubt; bring your own as they only serve a dish of olives. Here I learned that Woodenhead is an old nickname that former deadhead winemaker Nikolai Stez earned for his stubbornness. Nothing to do with, say, barrels. In stainless steel dairy tanks behind the old Topolos Winery he vints only Pinot Noir and Zinfandel, doggedly chipping away at these squirrelly varietals. Must be some magic in those old dairy tanks.

The wine? Absolutely frickin’ brilliant. On the ultra-premium end of pricing. Dig deep. The 2005 Russian River Valley Pinot Noir ($38) has an allspice nose and lightly meaty, firm palate, The 2004 Wiley Vineyard Anderson Valley Pinot Noir ($46) is a Zin-lover’s Pinot, a candied cherry aroma promises and delivers a sweet mouthful of fruit, and the fine dry tannins leave the tongue gullet-bound with reluctant splendor. The 2004 Martinelli Road Old Vine Zinfandel ($40) opens with a lovely aroma of raspberry jelly, the kind that tops a cheesecake and delivers a full gulp of plush rhubarb and raspberry fruit.

And it gets better. At 16 percent alcohol, the 2005 Guido Venturi Mendocino County Zinfandel ($30) is exceptionally balanced, and I forgot what else, because next was the 2005 Braccialani Vineyard Alexander Valley Zinfandel ($35). The riparian, wet, briary aroma evokes a muddy path leading to the edge of the river; a plush river of brambly fruit that washes over the tongue luxuriously, with no complaints on the finish. My notes actually read, “Raspberry velvet love tongue?”

I found myself jealously gripping my glass toward the end of the tasting, although only a drop remained. These are big, but approachable, wines, high in booze decimals but not hot, and layered in fruit with nary a raisin to be found. And there are new releases to come this week, including an intriguing Humboldt County Pinot Noir. I’ll be back, and if I’m not feeling so stubborn about my budget (I was kidding about the big bucks), I might even buy a bottle next time.

Woodenhead

Address: 5700 River Road, Forestville

Phone: 707.887.2703

Hours: Thursday–Sunday 10:30am to 4:30pm

Price Range: Tasting fee, $5.



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08.29.07

Seals with hats

Harbor seals along the Marin and Sonoma coastline are sporting new accessories: brightly colored plastic “hats,” each marked with an easy-to-read number. Coastal residents and visitors are asked to report the color, number and location of any tagged animals as part of a harbor seal health study by Denise Greig, a biologist at the Marine Mammal Center in Sausalito. “The harbor seal’s coastal habitat is influenced by human-produced pollutants, including sewage, agricultural and surface runoff, and industrial pollutants,” Greig explains. “Our study may tell us if exposure is affecting seal health, and the seals in turn may tell us about possible impacts on human health.” Studies using hat tags have been done elsewhere, but this is the first in the North Bay. To report a seal hat, call 415.289.7350 or e-mail se*****@**mc.org. People should only report tag sightings, Greig says, and never approach or in any way disturb the seals.

Lion shuts school

On the second day of school, classes were cancelled for approximately 300 preschool-to-eighth-grade students at St. John’s Lutheran School in Napa, thanks to a reported campus visit by a mountain lion. Shortly after 7am on Thursday, Aug. 23, two school neighbors made independent sightings of the animal and called police and animal control officials. School principal Joel Wahlers was notified of a possible but unconfirmed mountain lion sighting, and as a safety precaution he locked down the campus and shut the school for the day. “We’ve never seen anything like that here before,” Wahlers says. He adds that the suburban campus is surrounded by houses, but is located less than a mile from the open, wildlands-style Alston Park and vineyards. Local and state officials searched the area but couldn’t find any signs to confirm that a mountain lion strolled onto the campus.

Parking suits

Dispute over parking-lot rights has prompted two Marin County lawsuits. Dave Corkill, a Petaluma resident and operator of the Tiburon Playhouse movie theater, recently filed a lawsuit claiming that, beginning in April, his patrons were unfairly denied free parking in the next-door lot, a policy that had been in place for 13 years. The lot’s owner, Laleh Zelinsky of Belvedere, says that deal ended when she officially transferred ownership of the theater building to her daughter-in-law as part of a complicated family real estate split. Zelinsky is suing Corkill for defamation.

Faxing it In

Faced a court hearing, Marin County officials reversed their ruling disqualifying Judy Schriebman as a candidate for the Las Gallinas Valley Sanitary District board because she faxed in her paperwork. Although state guidelines prohibit candidates from filing by fax, Marin County’s written guidelines don’t include that specific stipulation, says Marin County Registrar of Voters Elaine Ginnold. Schriebman was out of California on the final filing date, so she called the registrar’s office and was incorrectly told by a staff member that she could fax in her paperwork. She did, and a representative turned in her required payment. On Aug. 13 the county ruled that Schriebman was disqualified because they her papers were faxed. “The main thing is that we have to have an original signature on these documents,” explains Ginnold. Schriebman took the issue to court, and county officials re-visited their decision. “The county counsel advised us to put her on the ballot,” Ginnold says. If Schriebman had not qualified as a candidate, incumbents Douglas Colbert and Craig Murray would have kept their seats on the North San Rafael board without an election. The county, Ginnold adds, is revising its written election guidelines to specifically ban faxed-in paperwork.


ICE raids in Marin and Sonoma

08.29.07


Last March, Immigration and Customs Enforcement (ICE) began raiding the Canal district of San Rafael. In the early morning hours, federal immigration officers pulled up in green-and-white vans and began pounding on doors of houses, shouting “Police!” With them, they had arrest warrants for illegal immigrants; these were their last known addresses.

When the residents of the houses answered the door, the officers demanded proof that they were U.S. citizens. If they couldn’t produce some form of ID, they were arrested. The officers didn’t even allow them to dress, just handcuffed them and led them through the street in their underwear. Children were also arrested, according to witnesses, including at least one seven-year-old who is an American citizen.

Many of those arrested during the raids were not the people named on the warrants. If the person the officers came to arrest wasn’t there, they simply demanded other people in the house prove their citizenship instead.

“In some cases, when someone poked his head out of his door to see what was going on, the officers saw it and used it to go into the house,” alleges Tom Wilson of the Canal Community Alliance.

The raids were part of Operation Return to Sender, a program designed by the Department of Homeland Security to reduce illegal immigration. In the end, at least 55 people were arrested in Marin County.

Following the sweeps, many in the Canal’s predominantly Latino neighborhood were terrified. Many children didn’t show up for school. No one was sure how many people were arrested exactly, since information from ICE was hard to come by. Even elected officials like Lynn Woolsey and Barbara Boxer had a hard time getting clear answers, according to Wilson.

ICE also did not return calls for this article.

Following the raids, area groups held vigils and protests. Marin County supervisor Charles McGlashan compared the raids to something that might have happened in Nazi Germany. Many said that ICE’s actions were racially motivated.

“They would go into a house and ask for Martin Lopez, and if he wasn’t there, they would ask the status of everyone else in the house,” Wilson says. “But if ICE went into Kentfield to arrest the nanny and she wasn’t there, would they ask the rest of the people in the house where they were from? The answer is probably not.”

Since the community outrage, ICE has stopped large-scale raids in Marin, although officers are still active in the area. The arrests are now on a house-by-house basis instead of large-scale sweeps.

But ICE’s strategy doesn’t end there. They have recently partnered with gang task forces at the Santa Rosa Police and Sonoma County Sheriff’s departments. ICE officers are now riding along with local patrol cars to track down gang members who are in the country illegally.

“ICE came to us and said we want to work with you on this issue,” says Matt McCaffrey, the captain in charge of field services for the sheriff’s department. “They are looking for gang members who came into the country illegally or who have been deported and come back into the country.”

The situation has drawn criticism from those who believe that the collaboration between ICE and local police is not just about targeting gang members, but any young Latino man who fits a certain profile.

“In a lot of cases, these are innocent young men who have never been gang members or who were in gangs a long time ago,” says Richard Coshnear, an immigration attorney and member of the Committee for Immigrant Rights. “The magnet members of the police detain the young men and then pass them over to the ICE agent.”

Taking the Fourth

In July, a coalition of groups that included the Committee for Immigrant Rights as well as the ACLU, NAACP and the Peace and Justice Center of Sonoma County, staged an event called ICEcapades in Santa Rosa’s Juilliard Park to protest ICE’s involvement with local police. In addition to speeches and music, the event featured dolls frozen in blocks that slowly melted throughout the day, symbolizing immigrants’ freedom from ICE.

The coalition wants Sonoma County to adopt policies similar to “sanctuary” cities like San Francisco and Oakland, which condemn raids and prohibit ICE from working with local police.

The problem, Coshnear believes, is that the partnership potentially violates the Fourth Amendment, which protects everyone in the United States—whether legally here or not—from unlawful search and seizure. An officer must have probable cause to detain a person on suspicion of criminal activity.

“If you’re driving down the street with your left taillight out and an officer pulls you over, he must focus on traffic issues,” says Coshnear. “He can’t suddenly start searching your car for drugs without violating your Fourth Amendment right. It’s the same thing with stopping someone for being in a gang. They are not allowed to ask about immigration unless there is a reasonable suspicion.”

Coshnear represents several clients who allege that their Fourth Amendment rights were violated because of the partnership between ICE and Sonoma County police. One of these is Luis, who was pulled over by officers on Santa Rosa’s Steele Lane for making an illegal left-hand turn. The officer walked up to the car and asked Luis for his ID. With shaking hands, Luis began to look through his wallet, even though he knew he didn’t have an ID with him. At that point, he claims the officer snatched the wallet out of his hands, looked at it and turned it over to the ICE agent. A routine traffic stop turned into a deportation investigation.

Another client is Francisco, whose says his only crime was being a passenger in someone else’s car. When an officer pulled the car over on the pretense of asking about the “For Sale” sign in the rearview window, Francisco claims the officers asked him to get out of the car, patted him down, took his wallet out, put it on the hood of the car and let the ICE officer question him. He is now in deportation hearings.

And then there’s Jorge, who was arrested for getting into a fight with a protester. When he got to court, the judge dismissed the case when it became clear that Jorge hadn’t thrown the first punch. As Jorge walked out of the courtroom, he says an officer stopped him and asked him for an ID, which Jorge said he didn’t have on him. He was then detained for questioning until ICE came and brought him up on immigration charges.

“Even though he had just been acquitted of the charges against him, the officer had him arrested on immigration charges,” Coshnear reiterates in amazement. “This is not a person who was involved in gangs. This was a way to punish someone who stood up for his rights and won.”

The sheriff’s department claims its only intention in collaborating with ICE is to make the county safer by curbing gang activity—something that has been positively received by the Latino community.

“We’re not out there targeting Mexican immigrants; we’re targeting gang members who are in the country illegally,” McCaffrey says. “When you talk to people who live in these communities, they are fearful to be living with gang members. The ones I’ve talked to think this is the greatest thing ever.”

McCaffrey admits, however, that ICE may make arrests that are not related to the county’s anti-gang agenda.

“There’s always the possibility that when ICE is out with us, they may make an arrest on their own,” says McCaffrey. “Quite frankly, that’s their business. That’s their job: to target people who came into the country illegally.”

In truth, it’s hard to tell whether racial profiling plays into policies like the ones that ICE is establishing in the North Bay. After all, the biggest percentage of illegal immigrants in California is Mexican, so it may simply appear to be racial profiling from the outside looking in. On the other hand, there haven’t been any raids on illegal immigrants who are European or Canadian, either.

“If the actions were about immigration, truly, it would probably be more even-handed,” Wilson charges. “The decisions that are being made seem to be focusing on the Latino community or work places populated with Latino workers. There are a number of undocumented people from Ireland in Marin County, and you don’t hear about crackdowns of this nature with them. It is about stopping what people see as a growing number of brown people in their community.”

Other groups believe ICE is righting a wrong that has been going on for too long. Save Our State, a San Bernardino organization that works against illegal immigration in California, regularly stages protests in towns like Graton, where migrant workers are known to congregate for work.

Contrary to popular belief, the group’s focus isn’t against Latino people so much as it’s against corruption, says spokesperson David Rodrigues.

“The facilitation of corruption in our government and businesses is strong,” he says. “It’s hard to beat. People work here illegally, we support them with our taxes while they cheat the system, and then the politicians are bribed with all the free money floating around out there. The politicians have a moneyed interest to say, ‘Hide, and we’ll take care of you.'”

In his work with Save Our State, Rodrigues focuses on businesses that employ illegal immigrants. He has personally confronted employers who hire immigrants and gathered evidence against them to report to the government. If it weren’t financially beneficial for immigrants to come here, he reasons, there would be less incentive for them to come in illegally.

Rodrigues admits, however, that he can’t tell how much his own racism plays into his beliefs.

“Fraud and corruption are my focus,” he says. “When that is out of the way, whether I’m one-tenth or 100 percent racist, I don’t know. I might be a little bit racist. Hell, most people are. Who could be that perfect?”

Unintentional Bias?

Immigrants aren’t the only people who have to deal with potential racial profiling. Since 2005, African-American residents of Marin City, near San Rafael, have complained that the Marin County Sheriff’s Department is using the area as training ground for new officers.

Residents claim that they have been harassed, manhandled or otherwise discriminated against by police. Others complain that they have been pulled over by police for no discernable reason, a phenomenon nicknamed “driving while being brown.”

“We get a fair amount of calls from Marin City citizens who tell stories that allege abuse of power by law enforcement,” says Cesar Lagleva, chair of the Marin County Human Rights Commission, which acts in an advisory role to the Marin County Board of Supervisors. “We have enough data supporting these complaints to say that this is a pattern in Marin City.”

Abuse of power isn’t direct racism, but it can be a sign of it, Lagleva believes.

“I can’t say for sure that this is a race-based issue, but it does seem to be an abuse of power,” he says. “Racism is a broad term, but one symptom of racism is abuse of power.”

The sheriff’s department does do training in Marin City, as well as by the Marin Civic Center. However, the county says that it employs no racial profiling. “We choose both areas where we currently train because they are the biggest and busiest areas,” says Sgt. Mike Crain. “We have more calls for service there.”

Still, when biases are tested in the North Bay, the results can be surprising. Fair Housing of Marin regularly does audits on racial biases in Marin County and, to a lesser extent, Sonoma County. They test whether property owners are equally willing to rent apartments to African Americans and Latinos as they are to Caucasians.

To do this, Fair Housing sends two applicants to the same apartment complex and looks at how they are treated by the renter. The applicants are comparable in every way—similar jobs, income levels and rental history. The only major difference between them is that one of them is black and the other is white.

“The last audit we did, we found something like 35 percent deferential treatment against African Americans,” says executive director Nancy Kenyon. “The time before that was 42 percent. That means that at least a third of the African Americans are treated differently when they go to look at renting a place.”

Sometimes these differences are subtle. An African American may be told he will have to wait six months for a unit to become available, while a Caucasian will be told just two months. Other times, they are more audacious: a black person is quoted a higher rent or security deposit than a white person, or will be steered away from living in the complex altogether. The renter may make the “friendly” suggestion that a black applicant would be more comfortable living in this other complex in another part of town—one that also happens to have multi-race people in it.

Fair Housing of Marin has also done audits looking at biases against Latino people. In these cases, they’ve compared how those with a Spanish name and accent are treated over the phone compared to a person with an Anglo-American or European name and American accent. They found that 40 percent of the Latino callers were either not called back or called back and given information that was different from what was given to the white caller.

Biases of this sort are illegal under the Fair Housing Act, which says that people cannot be denied housing based on certain factors, including race and color. Still, biases can be hard to prove, since racism is based on thought. On top of that, motives for racism are different. One renter may have a grudge against a certain type of people. Another may dislike something about a particular culture.

“In one complex we worked with, the owner complained that every evening his Latino tenants would come out to the common ground and the husbands would have a beer and the kids would run into each other’s houses and the mothers would chat,” says Kenyon. “And the owner said, ‘The Asians here don’t do that!’ He hadn’t thought that this was a cultural difference he was reacting to.”

Like that property owner, people aren’t always aware of their biases, especially in a place that thinks of itself as liberal and open-minded. It’s one of the reasons the Human Rights Commission is planning a community-wide dialogue later this year to draw attention to issues around race and class in Marin County.

“As much as we’re considered an enlightened and liberal area, racism is well and alive here,” Lagleva says. “There’s a misconceived notion that there is no racism here, so our problems get swept under the rug. There’s an assumption that we’re a bastion of insight and liberalism, but it’s to the contrary.

“It’s really to the contrary.”


‘Urban’ Wednesdays

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Daddy Day Camp stars Cuba Gooding Jr. as a hapless counselor of a kid’s summer camp gone awry, and it contains the usual hijinks of the genre—vomiting children, out-of-control school buses, lovestruck nerds—all while championing the charming wiles of children and the importance of family. It’s your basic light family comedy, except for one barely noticeable distinction.

It opened in theaters last month on a Wednesday.

In one of the small, almost undetectable instances of race determining certain factors in the entertainment world, many so-called urban movies—industry doublespeak for films aimed at black viewers—open on Wednesdays instead of the more traditional Fridays. It’s no secret, and although the studios that set release dates are reluctant to talk about it, most people in the movie industry are aware of the practice.

Wednesday film openings are rare, and can usually be sorted into one of three groups: a huge blockbuster with high expectations, timed early to divide large crowds and maximize opening-weekend box office grosses; a film scheduled during a holiday week, which capitalizes on the public’s vacation time; or a limited opening in New York and Los Angeles intended to build interest before wide release.

The Wednesday films that don’t fit into any of these categories, such as Bones, Get Rich or Die Tryin’ and The Wash have a category—and a color—all their own.

“It was right around Boyz n the Hood, Do the Right Thing, Juice, South Central,” remembers Chris Johnson, manager of the Roxy Stadium 14 multiplex in Santa Rosa, one of hundreds of theaters that screened Daddy Day Camp. “Studios talked about them as being ‘project films,’ but basically everybody realized what they meant.”

The practice goes back to the early ’90s, when most movies with predominantly black characters were about street gangs and drug running, and when an outbreak of shootings and gang violence plagued openings for films like Colors and New Jack City. As a result, the openings for the majority of movies aimed at black audiences were moved to Wednesday, with the unspoken aim of keeping black violence away from white Friday night crowds.

So why does the practice persist today, and for such harmless films? Are studios really scared of the PG-rated Daddy Day Camp attracting machine-gun-wielding crack dealers hell-bent on violent rampage bringing their random gang shootings to crowded theaters and killing whitey?

Well, not exactly. Over the years, the practice has dwindled somewhat, but when studios apply old reasoning to ridiculously light fare like Beauty Shop and Johnson Family Vacation, both of which opened on a Wednesday, it begs speculation. Could there really be concern that Queen Latifah’s hair-salon wisecracks will incite ticket-buying customers to beat each other’s asses?

Daddy Day Camp was made by Revolution Studios, a company well familiar with the “urban” Wednesday release: Are We Done Yet?, starring Ice Cube, and White Chicks, starring the Wayans brothers, were both Revolution films. I spoke with two separate studio representatives about the Wednesday release scheduling for these movies, but before I could even utter the word “urban,” their lips zipped: no comment.

A representative from Sony Pictures, the distributor of Daddy Day Camp, also hesitated when asked about the film’s release date. “If possible,” he said, “I’d like to abstain from answering that question.” After requesting anonymity, he reiterated the status-quo aspect of the Wednesday-opening phenomenon. “I think it’s a pretty self-explanatory thing,” he said. “For whatever reason, it seems to do well, so it’s something that people stick with. To be honest, it’s not something we sit around and talk about.”

This year’s Wednesday releases for Are We Done Yet? and Daddy Day Camp represent a new low, and it would be nice to think that they are mere coincidences. But consider that both Ice Cube and Cuba Gooding Jr. starred in Boyz n the Hood, one of the original impetuses for the Wednesday release, and it gets a little fishy. One of two things is happening here: either unquestioned and outdated models are still being applied to ludicrously nonviolent movies, or there is at work an actual calculated effort to separate black and white audiences.

Johnson, who has worked at theaters for 25 years, puts it down to sheer inertia. “I don’t know if a lot of them even know why they do anything,” he says of studio executives. “You encounter that all the time, where people just keep doing things the same way.”

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Kinski’s ‘Down Below It’s Chaos’

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08.29.07

Instrumental rock bands never reach the same levels of mass adulation that their vociferous counterparts do. Maybe it’s because people naturally respond more to the charisma of a lead singer, or perhaps music fans prefer to sing songs to themselves rather than hum them. While a lick can be as easily grafted onto memory as a snazzy chorus, people tend to identify songs with stories. Without words, the story of a song is 100 percent music.

Kinski aren’t strictly an instrumental band, though the matter-of-fact nature of their vocals, when they do appear, suggests that their attention lies elsewhere. Totally kicking ass, perhaps? In a land crawling with well-intentioned but musically overindulgent Krautrock/prog fans playing midtempo noodlings, Kinski shine as a beacon of powerful, engaging jams. Since forming at the end of the 1990s, the Seattle quartet have toured frequently and recorded a strong catalogue of blissed-out space rock.

Due to their unfresh faces (Kinski are no spring chickens), woman-on-bass setup and love of feedback, Kinski are often compared unfavorably to Sonic Youth, but they are far less downtown cool and far more acid-soaked. The band recently released their fifth album, Down Below It’s Chaos, and are garnering more attention than ever, having toured with Tool earlier this spring.

True, they don’t bother to make eye contact with the audience, but the best way to experience Kinski is live. They don’t smash anything or punch each other onstage, but their songs are living things whose energy penetrates a crowd.

Alas, one needs to dwell in Seattle to make a regular habit of catching Kinski shows, but their albums are rewarding; too bad Down Below It’s Chaos, despite the presence of strong songs, is their least coherent. Since their first release, 1999’s Space Launch for Frenchie, Kinski’s albums have shifted from sprawling psychedelia to capable but somewhat monotonous shred metal.

Down Below It’s Chaos is too stylistically jumpy to grow monotonous. Power-rocking opener “Crybaby Blowout” is a swift, amped-up take on Black Sabbath-y stoner metal; the crunchy “Passwords & Alcohol” finds a strong groove, and Reid-Martin’s keyboards infuse “Argentina Turner” with a garage-band party atmosphere.

But it never gels. Kinski’s first three albums opened with epic, slow-building space jams that were fraught with musical tension. A bit formulaic, perhaps, but they always delivered a big payoff; at a song’s close, you’d felt like you’d been somewhere profound.

There’s a bright side to the sampler-pack character of Down Below It’s Chaos: it’s probably the best way to get a taste of all the things this band are capable of. Maybe a handful of adventurous Tool fans who caught them this spring (and presumably did not fall asleep) are enjoying a gateway to experimental space music, the kind that tells a story without uttering one word.

Kinski play S.F.’s Bottom of the Hill on Sept. 14.


Essay: Figs a disappearing crop in California

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Fecund: Who’s betting that Eve actually ate a fig, not an apple?

There is no fruit quite like the sweet and silky fig. In addition to being an inside-out flower (really, look it up), it’s got such an intractable link to the deepest chasms of written history that it seems only proper, at the very least, to remove your hat when this fruit is brought through the door. In nearly every fable from the Old World, there seems to be a basket of figs somewhere in the room, and in who knows how many novels, a ripe fig on a branch signifies some tired sexual metaphor. Fanatics tout figs as gems of the garden and idols of the kitchen, and many a chef-cum-author has pondered the fig’s romantic place in Mediterranean Europe, where extinct gods, religious prophets and great athletes all supposedly relished this uncomely fruit.

“Most of our dishes have nothing to do with figs, but it’s such a great symbol,” says Sondra Bernstein, owner of the Girl and the Fig restaurant family, which celebrated its 10th anniversary this month. “The fig represents savory and sweet cuisine. It’s historical, it’s biblical, it’s erotic, and there’s just a general mysteriousness about it that’s very attractive.”

Magnates in the fig biz assert that figs are more popular than ever, but it’s no demand that California can’t handle. The orchards of Fresno, Madera and several other hot-tempered counties produce 100 percent of the nation’s dried figs and 98 percent of those sold fresh. Officials with the California Fig Advisory Board (CFAB) in Fresno report that fresh fig consumption has increased by 60 percent in the last five years, as American consumers gain interest in eating the same foods that the heart-healthy, wine-guzzling societies of Mediterranean Europe enjoy.

At the same time, however, we are steadily uprooting California’s fig orchards. In the 1990s, over 20,000 acres of figs grew in commercial groves, mostly in the San Joaquin Valley. Today, less than 10,000 acres remain. Most of the lost orchards have been sacrificed to housing tracts, while others have been converted to such crops as almonds and pistachios. To combat this crisis, CFAB is waging a fig-appreciation campaign, weighted by the annual Fig Fest. An outdoor gathering of chefs, growers, foodies and fig fanatics, the festival was held Aug. 11—yep, you missed it—in Fresno. Just as well.

Ah, Fresno. Sadly, much of this city festers where fig trees once grew. In fact, a large region of northern Fresno is called Fig Garden, where 600,000 fig trees once produced vast crop loads.

“In the last 10 years, we’ve lost the last of the inner-city fig gardens,” says Felix Muzquiz, who organized this year’s Fig Fest with the help of CFAB and Slow Food USA. “But a lot of people are beginning to appreciate that figs really are a unique heritage of Fresno that we need to celebrate.”

The vast majority of the state’s figs are dried. Only the scantest fraction is sold fresh—so few, in fact, that CFAB doesn’t even bother keeping harvest records. But that’s changing, and many authorities believe that fresh figs represent the future of the industry. They go for a better per-pound price than the dried ones and can be produced on a greater scale. Richard Matoian, manager of CFAB, says that while fig orchards continue to vanish, the conversion of dried fig groves to fresh has balanced the decline.

“When I look at our acreage,” he says, “I see it going down, but the production level is remaining steady.”

Fresh figs are not an easy path to fortune. The logistics of harvesting and distributing such a soft fruit can be a nightmare of time, money and economics. Eric Sorensen, a distributor in Pompano Beach who works with luxury-food-service clients, came west for the Fig Fest to have a face-to-face chat with the men and women who manage the industry. Many of the figs he receives, says Sorensen, are not ripe.

“A lot of the figs we get are substandard, but they’re a mountain of potential, and they’ve got to be picked ripe.”

Figs arrive in two crops annually, the first in June, then a larger one in August that runs late into the fall. During the winter and spring off-season, figs are rarely, if ever, shipped in from the Southern Hemisphere. “Figs may be the very last seasonal commodity,” Matoian says.

Yet California ranchers, through such natural means as altering the schedules of pruning, watering and fertilizing, have recently harvested figs as early as mid-May and as late as mid-January. Matoian expects that in coming years, consumers will find fresh California figs as early, or as late, as April.

“Everything else you can just ship in from other areas, and I feel really good that our own local growers are finding ways to extend their own season without relying on outside regions.”

Young orchards of fig saplings grow sporadically throughout the Central Valley, and it is unlikely that the California industry will ever perish completely. Regardless, residents of the North Bay need not rely on the Central Valley for their figs. The local climate is ideal for producing most varieties, and there is no place like your own backyard for producing the highest quality organic figs available. In fact, many unusual and rare varieties that are not produced commercially can be had no other way than by growing them yourself.

The rare and beautiful tiger-striped Panache, green with white vertical stripes outside and raspberry-red flesh inside, is considered by many to be the most delicious. It and other unusual figs can be acquired from such specialty garden centers as the Wolfskill Experimental Orchards in Winters, which provides those interested with cuttings of any of 275 fig tree varieties. Planted in a pot of rich soil, six-inch “fig twigs” snipped during the dormant winter months will sprout leaves in spring and produce fruit in as little as three years.

And finally, if you covet the fig tree of your neighbor, covet no more. Instead, just ask for permission to take a twig snipping next January. Powder the stub end with a common root fertilizer and plug it into the ground. Your little world will soon become a better, figgier place.

Sondra Bernstein’s Fig, Prosciutto & Roquefort Pissaladiere

Yields two 12-inch pissaladieres (Southern French for “pizza”)

11/4 c. warm water

1/2 tbsp. yeast

1 tsp. sugar

1 tsp. salt

4 + 2 tsp. extra virgin olive oil

3 1/2 c. flour

Toppings

8 tbsp. crumbled Roquefort

6 figs, grilled and cut in sixths

1 c. prosciutto, thinly sliced

1/2 c. onions, sautéed

2 tbsp. extra virgin olive oil

2 tbsp. semolina flour or corn starch

Place warm water in bowl and sprinkle yeast and sugar over the top. Allow mixture to begin to foam. In a food processor, work together all ingredients except 2 teaspoons of oil. Dough may require more water or flour. Work dough until it forms a smooth ball.

In a bowl at least twice the size of the dough, coat the inside with the remaining olive oil. Place dough in bowl, roll with oil and cover with a damp towel. Place in a warm area and allow dough to double in size (about 1 1/2 hours). Punch dough down, recover and let rest for an additional 30 minutes.

Preheat oven to 500 degrees. Divide dough in to two pieces and roll out each piece on lightly floured surface to 1/4 inch to 1/2 inch thick. Sprinkle pan with semolina flour and set dough on it. Cover evenly with ingredients placing cheese on last. Bake until brown for approximately 10 minutes.

Reprinted by permission from The Girl & the Fig Cookbook



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Out & About: Ubuntu in Napa

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08.29.07

It’s a sign of success, I suppose, when the turnout for the VIP grand opening party of a new restaurant is so well attended that the guests are packed in like sardines who enjoy sipping pricey sparkling wine, fishies dressed to the nines in fancy summer finery.

Such was the case at the invitation-only gala celebrating Ubuntu, the restaurant sensation that opened in Napa last week. By the PR folks’ calculations, and judging by the number of elbows that dented my rib cage as I tried to circulate, more than 400 of the Bay area’s elite pressed themselves into the chic and compact dining room that used to be a furniture store next to the Annalien Vietnamese cafe.

We clogged the back patio, we spilled onto the street and we jostled our fab selves to get wine refills from devastatingly young, handsome bartenders.

Mostly, we struggled to snag hors d’oeuvres from platter-bearing servers who taunted our grasp like dandelion fluff in a storm. Despite the eight chefs working the exposition counter, crafting exquisite-looking dainties of foamed this and shaved that, those waitresses were slippery as EVO oil. Even after I parked myself squarely at the service counter, in fact, the only thing I trapped was a postage stamp of curried something on toast, passed hand-over-head to me from a brave friend buried in the throng.Why the crush? Ubuntu is not simply a restaurant, but a self-described “community-focused mission,” that feeds us while striving to foster “humanity toward others” while “reducing its carbon footprint in the world.” And, oh, it’s a yoga studio, too. It’s true: the open-to-the-dining-room studio upstairs was writhing with Cirque du Soleil—trained contortionists hired for the evening to challenge physics and hype the daylong classes soon to be offered.

Now, if this were simply a hippie dive, I doubt if there would have been any frenzy, but Ubuntu has big names, with apparently buckets upon buckets of cash behind it, and who won’t party on a concept like that? Ubuntu refers to a South African humanist ideology focusing on people’s allegiances and relations with each other. At least that’s what owner Sandy Lawrence, gowned in glittery gold, tittered to us from her second-story perch overlooking the crowds.

It’s got an important roster of kitchen talent, led by chef Jeremy Fox, a Johnson & Wales grad who’s cooked with Gordon Ramsay and was previously chef de cuisine at Manresa of Los Gatos.

The theme is high-end vegetarian—in a pro-veggie rather than anti-meat way, we’re told—with most of its daily-harvested organics coming from its own biodynamic gardens (planted by former COPIA curator Jeff Dawson, no less). Mmm, that means treats like homemade fideo with chanterelles, speckled romaine leaves, lettuce fondue and Cubeb pepper.

But truly mmm? I don’t really know. After an hour of being trampled, with nary a precious peanut to pop in my mouth, I fled, the Ubuntu chant of “humanity toward others” ringing in my ears.Make that: hungry, hungry humanity.


Ubuntu

Address: 1140 Main St., Napa

Phone: 707.251.5656

Hours: Currently open for dinner; breakfast and lunch are coming, but the restaurant isn’t ready to commit to a date yet.

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