Tough Love: An Open Letter to the State of Arizona.

Via on Jun 5, 2010

Dearest Arizona,

You know I love ya: your incredible profusion of desert flowers following a rainy winter in the Superstitions, sitting with legs hanging off Devil’s Bridge near Sedona, Monument Valley at dusk, Hotevilla, Walnut Creek, the eerie silence of the ruins at Wupatki on a late afternoon with no one else around, gazing out from the north rim of the Grand Canyon listening to Coltrane’s Love Supreme, unexpected rock art, a bunch of bars in Flagstaff I can’t remember the names of, the strangely pleasing piss-like scent of the desert after just a few drops of rain, the saddle below Mount Humphrey’s where a friend and I camped (illegally) and saw the sun rise, and the incredible sadness felt my last time there, seeing the plume of smoke from the fire that, in the days that followed, nearly consumed Oak Creek Canyon…as well as the amazing mosaic of people and cultures…Anglo, Navajo, Hopi, Mexican, cowboy, hippie…even yogi…*

And, y’know, Arizona, it really hurts when one you love keeps acting like such a total douchebag.

Okay, my authority on yogic communication might say that last bit wasn’t really helpful in promoting a productive and healing dialogue. I’ll try again..

Listen, I know nobody’s perfect. And, certainly, Arizona, I’ve long known you’re not perfect. Hell, flying out at the end of my last beautiful visit, was getting a cup of coffee at the Tucson airport and an older guy in line just about blew a gasket about whatever was playing on the café sound system….why don’t they have English music? How come everything’s in Spanish?!…(though what was playing was likely a Starbucks world music CD…probably not the choice of any Mexicans who might’ve been working there…and very possibly the lyrics weren’t even in Spanish) (now, no doubt, he’s looking forward to suing the local police force for not demanding papers from Starbucks employees listening to their “illegal immigrant music”) (and that’s not even mentioning Joe Arpaio, John McCain or the new law banning ethnic studies courses…all of which have led Jon Stewart to call you the meth lab of democracy).

But this latest thing…Arizona, what the fuck???!!!

To sum up:

:-) An elementary school in Prescott, Arizona, has a lovely mural painted, featuring kids from the school.

:-( Because black and Latino children are featured prominently on the mural, painters are repeatedly harassed by drivers yelling racial slurs, who as it turns out, are spurred on by a city councilman and talk radio “personality” named Steve Blair who says: I am not a racist individual, but

Seriously folks: Have ya ever heard a sentence beginning I am not a racist, but… that ended well?

I will tell you depicting a black guy in the middle of that mural, based upon who’s President of the United States today and based upon the history of this community, when I grew up we had four black families – who I have been very good friends with for years – to depict the biggest picture on that building as a black person, I would have to ask the question, ‘Why?’

Hmmm…somehow, seeing a “black guy” on a mural doesn’t prompt me to ask that question. Hearing somebody complain about a “black guy” on a mural, though, is a different matter. Particularly when that person uses the classic lameass some of my best friends are black argument to deny his obvious bigotry.  Anyway:

:(  Setting a fine example for its student body, the school decided to stand up to the forces of ignorance and hatred by…promptly ordering the artists to lighten the faces of the children on the mural.

Allow me to repeat that:

:( The school ordered the artists to lighten the faces of the children on the mural :(

:-( And these are the faces of actual kids at the school, no less, being told that their skin color isn’t acceptable for public consumption because it might cause trouble.

:) But, since then, following a national outcry, school officials have apologized and are restoring the mural to its “original theme.”

Which, if nothing else,  shows that these “educators” cave even more quickly when pressured by nationwide outrage than by a handful of ignorant racists. Somehow, despite the smiley face up there, I’m not all that impressed.

The thing is: this is Prescott one of the more progressive small towns in Arizona—home of ultra-mellow Prescott College. For god’s sake, Billy Jack was filmed there….

And the worst thing, Arizona, is I know that you’re really not that different from the rest of us. Sure, I knew the people declaring the “end of racism” after Obama were full of it (and, by and large, so did they). Still, for a person who’s spent a lot of time studying American history, it was hard not to bask in how far the country seemed to have come…until the birthers, and the tea partiers, and…well, Arizona, let’s just say you and Rand Paul are kinda driving my disappointment home…

In the end, Arizona, you are us and we are you.

But can’t we all try to do a little better than this?

*not even an attempt at a complete list…

It occurs to the author that this post was influenced by Allen Ginsberg’s America

About Jay Winston

Jay S. Winston, founder and proprietor of Yoga for Cynics (http://yogaforcynics.blogspot.com), has a PhD in English, making him the kind of doctor who, in case of life-threatening emergency, can explain Faulkner while you die, is currently (semi-)(un-)employed as a freelance writer and editor, teaches creative writing to homeless men, tutors recovering addicts in reading, was recently certified as a Kripalu yoga teacher, gets around mostly by bicycle, is trying to find an agent for his novel, resides in the bucolic Mt. Airy neighborhood of Philadelphia, State of Mildly Inebriated Samadhi, U.S.A. and, like most people who bike and practice yoga, used to live in Boulder.

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6 Responses to “Tough Love: An Open Letter to the State of Arizona.”

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  2. Thank you for sharing this funny, honest, and outraging letter. I am shocked by the school's initial reaction to the "trouble" caused by the mural, and by the general environment of open discrimination and racism that is happening in the state right now. I love love love Arizona for all the reasons you stated and more (The dessert flowers and blue craggy foothills of Tuscon, Saguaro National Park, the guys at the tireshop in Flagstaff who kindly helped me out when I blew a tire on my truck on my move out to San Francisco) and wish I didn't have that sick lump of dislike in my belly now whenever I visit. Great post :-)

  3. [...] Public response to the events that recently took place at Miller Valley Elementary School in Prescott, Arizona has been intense. Posts strongly decrying the decision to “lighten” the faces of Miller students who posed for the school’s mural included mine – Mean And Green In Prescott, Arizona – and one from fellow writer Jay Winston – Tough Love: An Open Letter To The State Of Arizona. [...]

  4. WR says:

    White is what….better??? People are capable of such foolish, hateful, and silly behavior. Posted a link your essay to my FB account ~ hope others will read it.

  5. linda says:

    Its not the state of AZ but ignorant individuals who happen to reside there, and AZ is probably not
    the only state that has people making poor decisions. Don't blame the state ( sick lump of dislike in my belly)
    Continue to enjoy the beautiful gifts that the desert offers all of us and send those individuals love and light
    instead of contempt.

  6. Call Out says:

    For the record, racism is not cool.

    I can’t really say much of anything good at all about PSD. (Save Mr. Benetone who was an excellent teacher and inspired every student privileged enough to cross paths with whether or not they had his classes.)

    Although back in the 70′s and early 80′s Prescott didn’t actually have any black people and very few Hispanics for that matter, PSD was horrible in other ways.

    I attended Miller Valley Elementary School in 1977 whereabouts we were in the daily care of a pedophile. Shout out to Mr. Lou Ricks. Yeah, you still suck.

    Two years later, having moved across town, I attended Taylor Hicks Elementary where tenured teacher Mr. Kenneth Mosier enjoyed lining his desk with x-rated coffee mugs and physically beating up on students to the point of tears and bruises.

    Enter Junior High at Granite Mountain, the teacher who’s name I don’t recall but had for computer class (commodore dos)was partial to masturbating behind his desk or standing in the girls faces while playing pocket pool.

    Of course, there was the famed lesbian P.E. teacher, Ms. Welch, who gawked at all the girls in the gang bang shower; forbidding the use of individual stalls.

    Mr. Pecheco, the Espanol teacher, well he was just an ass.

    It’s a wonder how half of us students made it to go on and lead productive lives. This isn’t a vindictive comment, this stuff really went on nor was I a bad student and maintained a 4.0 GPA and took advantage of the extra-curricular activities.

    I hope PSD has cleaned up their act. The public apology on the mural issue was a start.

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