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Friday, June 24, 2005

Does Carlos Beltran Play for the New York Mets, or the New York Martinezes?

By Nicholas Stix In the Mets’ 6-4 victory tonight at Yankee Stadium, Carlos Beltran hit a home run off Yankees starter Mike Mussina, but that wasn’t noteworthy. Pedro Martinez was pitching for the Mets, and Beltran has hit eight of his nine home runs this year while Martinez is pitching. The problem is that while Beltran has hit 88.9 percent of his home runs for Martinez, Martinez, as befits a contemporary starting pitcher, has only pitched in 20.5 percent of the Mets’ games. And Martinez’ slice of the Mets’ starts is bound to go down, as skipper Willie Randolph occasionally pitches him on an additional day’s rest, and Martinez’ annual injuries hit his ailing right shoulder and possibly other body parts. Unfortunately for Mets’ owner Fred Wilpon, who signed Beltran to a seven-year, $119 million contract to join the team as the most coveted free agent during the last off-season, Beltran plays center field, and is due to play every game, not every fifth or sixth. Wilpon’s GM, Dominican-born Omar Minaya, had first signed fellow Dominican Pedro Martinez to a four-year, $53 million deal last winter, which was probably necessary, in order to entice the Puerto Rican Beltran to come to Flushing. (I know, I know. Dominicans and Puerto Ricans can’t stand each other, but as the saying goes, “they always end up marrying each other.” Marriage, baseball, same difference.) But that’s what you have to pay to get a future Hall of Fame pitcher. And if Martinez weren’t nearing the end of his career with that shoulder of his, his price tag would have been at least fifty percent higher. I had suspected that perhaps Beltran, who had been humble and said all the right things when he signed with the Mets, didn’t like putting out for non-Hispanic pitchers, of whom the Mets have no lack of second-rate examples (Tom Glavine, Kaz Ishii). But then I recalled that he doesn’t put out for Venezuelan pitcher Victor Zambrano, either. (Maybe Beltran just doesn't like Venezuelans. Of course, if my introduction to Venezuela had been through Hugo Chavez and Victor Zambrano, instead of via Alicia Machado and Edgardo Alfonzo, I might not have any use for Venezuelans, either.) Beltran had suffered for a month from a strained right quadriceps muscle, which slowed down his base-running and caused him to forsake stealing bases, but his quad would presumably be in the same condition when Glavine, Ishii, Zambrano Kris Benson or Martinez is pitching. (Beltran is only one-for-three this season at base stealing, after stealing 42 last year -- and only getting caught an incredible three times). Fred Wilpon paid all that free agent money, because Beltran had averaged 110.8 runs scored, 102.5 RBI, 29.2 home runs and 37.2 stolen bases over the past four seasons in Kansas City and Houston. Currently, including his heroics for Martinez, he is on a pace to score 65 runs, knock in 78 runs, hit 19 homers, and steal two bases. Mets broadcaster Dave O’Brien gently needled Beltran during tonight’s game. “I think when you see him start getting big leads [off first base], dangerous leads, you’ll see him start also stealing bases … for Pedro.” But O’Brien is Beltran’s biggest fan, compared to the anonymous satirist at The Brushback.

“You see people like A-Rod, Jason Giambi, Ken Griffey, Jr. and Chan Ho Park--guys who signed huge deals that subjected them to unbearable pressure and made them the subject of scorn and ridicule everywhere they played,” said [Beltran’s agent, Scott “the Avenging Agent”] Boras. “Carlos feels like he is in the same league as these guys and he deserves the same kind of deal. He wants to be rich, surly and miserable, and I’m determined to make it happen for him. Before the contract expires, he’ll hate baseball and his life, and he’ll have piles of useless money that he could never possible spend. Sounds like fun, doesn’t it?”

But Boras was quick to point out that it’s not all about making his client rich.

“It’s not all about Carlos’s bank account. It’s also about my bank account,” said Boras. “See, I get 10 percent of these deals. So while my client is being bashed in the press for being greedy, and he’s failing to meet the insane expectations that come with such a mammoth contract, I’ll be at home rolling around in hundred dollar bills with high-priced hookers….

“[Alex Rodriguez] is a really lucky guy. I envy him,” said Beltran. “Not only him, but also guys like [Jason] Giambi and Ken Griffey, Jr., too. In fact, it’s really rare for a player’s performance to actually improve after signing a huge mega-contract. 9 times out of 10 their performance drops off, and then the [crap] hits the fan. That’s what I want. I’m going to bleed whichever team that signs me for every penny they have. I’ll be as greedy as possible, making it that much easier for everyone to hate me.”

What is no laughing matter, however, is that the Mets, after signing Martinez and Beltran (and Glavine and Benson), sinking over $110 million into this year’s payroll, and winning their last two games, are only 36-37. They’re still a win away from mere mediocrity, no matter what you call them.


Thursday, June 23, 2005

The Graduate

By Nicholas Stix My son graduated today. He just turned five in February, and yet he’s already received the first in a long line of meaningless honors. It’s called “Stepping Up” from pre-K to Kindergarten. Some folks call that “finishing pre-school,” but in fact, Kindergarten is pre-school. Most people (including, it would seem, those school and social work officials who chase after parents whose kindergarteners are absent overly much) may be unaware of this, but parents are not obliged to send their children to any sort of school, prior to the tykes’ sixth birthday. When my Hungarian-born Nana was growing up on Manhattan’s Lower East Side in the late 1890s and early aughts, she had only one graduation – from grammar school, at the age of 14. And that grammar school diploma of Nana’s was worth something. Then it was out into the world of work, to help support her aging parents as a secretary. And when my mom graduated high school in 1947, her diploma was so valuable that it got her a responsible job in insurance. In spite of being deprived of pre-school, my mother’s schooling had given her a better academic background than most of today’s master’s degree recipients have. By the time my son completes the eighth grade, he shall have graduated pre-K, Kindergarten, and elementary school -- three ceremonies -- with his junior high and high school graduations yet to come. Once he graduates high school, he will have experienced five graduation ceremonies, yet the diploma he will be awarded will be considered worthless by employers and educators alike, and will get him, at best, a job flipping burgers. Ain’t progress grand?


Thursday, June 16, 2005

A Message from the Barry Bonds Fan Club

This just came in, from niko@family.risingmoons.com, under the subject, "Yo u should read this dude."
SHiIIIT quitcthya bitchin shutchya mouf lickety split and listen All I can say is that yo ass is a fucking faggot and bonds is the shit why give the bambino props for eating shitty food that just means he was anotha fuckin dumb white cracka like yo'self and im gonna have my niggas knockin down ya do with a 357 in ya face if u don’t shutchya mouth b4 it gets chilly in ya place


For Better or for Worse

By Nicholas Stix

As Winston Churchill said of democracy, so too with the nuclear family: It’s a lousy form, except for all of the alternatives.


Wednesday, June 15, 2005

‘James Bond, as Free as the Wind Blows …’

By Nicholas Stix

The other night, early in the 1966 movie, Born Free, a hungry lion (is there any other kind?) approaches an African tribe girl doing laundry at the river’s edge. Suddenly, you hear that combination of flutes, drums, and xylophones that is the trademark of a danger scene in … a classic, 1960s' James Bond movie. And then you realize that the composer for Born Free is the same guy who scored the James Bond pictures, John Barry. Some composers are known for cannibalizing their own work. Aaron Copland was notorious for that, at least once he started running out of ideas in the late 1940s. (E.g., working Fanfare for the Common Man into his Third Symphony.) Rosa Klebb … the Lioness?


Monday, June 06, 2005

From Here to Eternity (1953) DVD:

(Contains Spoilers!) By Nicholas Stix The From Here to Eternity DVD, released in 2001, has a clean print and clear audio for the picture that, when I was 18, I considered the third greatest ever made, after Mister Roberts (1955) and High Noon (1952). However, the “extra” which has late director Fred Zinnemann’s son, Tim, and Alvin Sargent, who played a bit part in the picture (and would become a two-time Oscar-winning screenwriter, including for his collaboration with the elder Zinnemann on Julia (1977)), commenting on the movie, is pathetic. That is not the fault of Sargent, who unpretentiously contributes what he can to the commentary, but of Tim Zinnemann – and of the folks at Columbia Tristar who were in charge of the commentary piece. The commentary apparently worked like this: Zinnemann and Sargent sat down in a sound studio, and watched the movie while making random remarks. At the end of two hours, they took their pay checks and left. Sargent’s participation was apparently because he was virtually the only cast member who was still alive and well (Deborah Kerr had already for years suffered from a debilitating illness), and worked with Fred Zinnemann years later on Julia (and with the son one year later on the bomb Straight Time), and thus had insights into the director and a connection to the family. Tim Zinnemann’s participation was because he was the director’s son. Unfortunately, while posing as an expert on the movie, Zinnemann was a fount of misinformation. It quickly became clear that he had not so much as looked at the movie again, in preparation for the commentary. Early on, I was irritated by a small gaffe on Zinnemann’s part. He remarked on how striking it was that Ernest Borgnine, who plays the sadistic stockade Sgt. “Fatso” Judson, could go from starring in Marty (1955) to playing Fatso. You don’t have to be a movie historian to know that Marty came two years after From Here to Eternity. Besides, Borgnine was a character actor; to be able to play now a heavy, and now a nice guy, was his job. There was also a bit of pomposity that foreshadowed the egregious dishonesty to come. Zinnemann interpreted the opening scene in which Montgomery Clift’s “Pvt. Robert E. Lee Prewitt” crosses in front of a marching company at Pearl Harbor’s Schofield Barracks, to show already Prewitt’s marginalization from the other soldiers. The man is reporting for duty at a new company, for cryin’ out loud! What did Zinnemann think, that G.I.s never traveled in less than a battalion?! This is a case in which the typical man watching FHTE in 1953, who would have served in uniform, knew more about the picture than the “expert.” But those were just foretastes of things to come. Zinnemann expounds at length on Frank Sinatra, who won his Best Supporting Actor Oscar as “Angelo Maggio.” He says that in the big scene in which (spoiler coming) Maggio is arrested by MPs, the script called for Maggio to get up and fight the MPs, but that the Army insisted on Zinnemann and screenwriter Daniel Taradash changing the scene, so that Maggio passively sits and lets the MPs take him in. (The movie was made with the priceless cooperation of the U.S. Army, which insisted on some moderate changes to the script, particularly in changing the fate of the corrupt commanding officer. In James Jones’ 1951 novel, the abusive captain gets a promotion, but in the movie, the Army forces him to resign.) Now, I hadn’t seen the picture in twenty years, but I could still remember, clear as a bell, that Zinnemann was full of crap. But he had barely started. He continued, in his insider mode, to tell us that Sinatra considered his father a wimp for giving in to the Army on that scene, and thereafter never respected him. And so, Tim Zinnemann misrepresented not only an important scene in the picture, but invented an entire post-production story involving Frank Sinatra and his father that could not possibly have happened. No sooner has Zinnemann finished with his little lecture, than Sinatra’s Maggio sees the MPs coming, jumps off the bench, and runs at them, swinging. Zinnemann says nothing. Zinnemann has some interesting stories to tell about the movie, most notably about Montgomery Clift, but considering his credibility problems, I wouldn’t trust the stories unless I could find independent corroboration for them. Tim Zinnemann was able to parlay his family name and connections into assistant director jobs on a series of quality pictures, including Bullitt and The Cowboys. That work led to producing jobs, with mixed results. His last producing credit is for The Island of Dr. Moreau (1996), a production that was reportedly destroyed by the juvenile antics of Marlon Brando and Val Kilmer. The DVD also contains a worthless quickie, “The Making of From Here to Eternity.” Tim Zinnemann did partially redeeem himself, however, in producing a nine-minute extra entitled, “Excerpts from ‘Fred Zinnemann: As I See It.’” This lovingly made, if brief (only nine minutes in length) documentary, cut by Walter Murch, one of the best technical men in the business (and who worked with the elder Zinnemann on Julia), cuts back and forth between scenes in From Here to Eternity, Fred Zinnemann’s own home movies of directing the picture, two BBC interviews with the director, where he appears to be roughly 65 and 80 years old, respectively, and a picture of the withered but dignified master not long before his 1997 death, which occurred several weeks before his ninetieth birthday. (Note, however, that I could not locate any reference to a complete documentary, entitled, Fred Zinnemann: As I See It.) In one interview, the director tells the famous story of his meeting with Columbia Pictures mogul, the tyrannical Harry Cohn, who did not want to cast Montgomery Clift as Prewitt. The actor whom Cohn planned to cast in the role, and whom the tactful Zinnemann refrains from naming, was Aldo Ray. The interview shows Zinnemann recounting how Cohn argued that Clift had no military background, and didn’t know how to box. Left out, whether out of pc censorship or Fred Zinnemann’s good manners, was Cohn’s coup de grace, “And he’s probably a homosexual!” (Which, indeed, Clift was.) The short seamlessly, movingly interweaves the life of Fred Zinnemann and the story of From Here to Eternity. Whatever Tim Zinnemann’s faults, he certainly loved and admired his father.


Saturday, June 04, 2005

Trying the Michael Jackson Trial

By Nicholas Stix I do not envy the jurors deciding the Michael Jackson trial. These twelve citizens have begun deliberating, in order to come up with a verdict on each of ten counts, ranging from conspiracy (to abduct a child) to four felony alcohol counts to attempting to commit a lewd act to four counts of molestation. Jackson is alleged to have committed the crimes in question against a then-13-year-old cancer survivor. From all the charges and counter-charges in the testimony, not to mention Jackson’s own bizarre behavior, three things jump out at me. A Judicial Vicious Circle 1. According to the law California Evidence Code §1108, enacted in 1995, testimony can be given charging a defendant with “prior bad acts” for which he has been neither convicted nor prosecuted, if such testimony helps establish a “pattern” or “propensity” to commit the crime with which he is presently being charged. This law guts the presumption of innocence, which is perhaps THE foundation of American criminal law. In practice, this means that if you hate somebody, and find out that he has been charged with a crime, you can announce that he has previously committed a similar crime against your person, and testify against him in his current trial for the previous “crime.” It’s legal double freebie. You get to testify to the jury, as if the defendant had already been convicted of an earlier crime, AND get to prejudice the jury regarding the crime he is currently charged with. (This is exactly what some women sought to do during the 1991 trial of Kennedy scion William Kennedy Smith, whom Patricia Bowman had charged with rape. Smith was acquitted.) And that is what has happened in the Michael Jackson trial, though Jackson’s million-dollar defense team was able to come up with witnesses who contradicted the charges of prior bad acts, regarding the attempted commission of lewd acts. Imagine the fate of defendants who can’t afford superstar defense counsel. Such testimony, when permitted, is usually subject to serious limitations, because it is so prejudicial. As CNN legal analyst Jonna M. Spilbor has noted, California law once had such limitations, but they were thrown out the window when California Evidence Code §1108 was enacted. Judge Rodney Melville, presiding in the Jackson case, is Exhibit B as to why such testimony should not be permitted, and why California Evidence Code §1108 must be repealed. The judge has not only permitted such testimony, he has permitted it predominantly from people who do not even claim to be victims of Jackson, but rather to have witnessed Jackson committing such crimes against others. Prosecutor Tom Sneddon is Exhibit A: If he had a strong case, why would he feel the need to exploit a bad procedural law? The justification for permitting such testimony is circular. It goes to showing a “pattern,” but you can only show a pattern after you have convicted the defendant INDEPENDENT of the (supposedly) older allegations. In other words, only if witnesses accusing Jackson of similar crimes in the past had NOT been permitted to testify, and Jackson were convicted based solely on the merits of the present case, could one THEN go back and see that prior allegations against Jackson taken together with his crime, formed a pattern. And yet, you still wouldn’t know if the allegations of prior crimes were true. But to seek to show a pattern prior to a conviction, is putting the cart before the horse. Each criminal allegation must be put to the test of a trial. Without that test, allegations as to prior bad acts function as legally sanctioned character assassination. To get an idea of how prejudicial the law’s effects can be, Charles Montaldo, the “guide” for law at the popular liberal Web site, about.com, assumed that Jackson was guilty of serial pedophilia:
After a heated hearing on the motion by the prosecution, Judge Melville ruled that testimony about previous sexual offenses and a pattern of "grooming" young boys for molestation would be allowed, but rather than allowing evidence about seven previous Jackson victims, he allowed only five.
Montaldo should have said “seven alleged …” ‘Alright,’ you may say, ‘But Montaldo is a blogger. So, how are the Solons doing?’ In some states, testimony as to prior bad acts is considered to have what the law calls “probative value,” regarding a charge of molestation within an ongoing relationship.
Michigan case law has long recognized that, in cases where sexual misconduct by one family member upon another is charged, other acts testimony is highly probative because such misconduct is unlikely to occur between family members as a single, isolated event. Forcing the victim to testify about the charged act apart from its context may unfairly make the victim's testimony appear incredible.
Note, however, how even the Michigan court’s language presupposes that the plaintiff in any given case is indeed the victim of a crime. And in a “he said-she said scenario,” I fail to see how the Michigan decision overcomes the circularity problem. The plaintiff need merely add, “He was hitting on me for months, before he raped me.” A more common use of testimony regarding “prior bad acts” is in impeaching a witness’ credibility.
… a witness's credibility can be impeached with intrinsic evidence of prior bad acts bearing on truthfulness, even if the act did not lead to conviction. (Evidence that is "intrinsic" comes from the witness's own mouth, rather than from documents or the testimony of another witness.)
Trying the Accuser 2. Feminists, who coined the slogan that aggressively cross-examining a woman who has charged a man with rape means that “the victim is being raped all over again” notwithstanding, in every criminal trial, the accuser must also, figuratively speaking, be put on trial. We call this the right of a defendant to confront his accuser. That is true whether the accuser is an individual or the state. (E.g., seeking to impeach the testimony of an arresting officer.) A defense attorney who did less would be guilty of legal malpractice. And indeed, if the accuser cannot withstand a trial, then the defendant should be acquitted, or the charges dropped, with prejudice, meaning that they may not be reinstated. (The feminist slogan was invented as part of a campaign to make it easier to railroad innocent men.) In the Jackson trial, it is not just the accuser whose credibility is at stake, but his brother and mother, as well. Indeed, since it is the accuser’s mother who was the main force behind the case, her credibility or lack thereof may, for all practical purposes, be the central issue for the jury to decide. (This although the judge may have instructed the jury to focus on the accuser’s testimony.) The accuser’s mother has been revealed to have a history of welfare fraud. And a paralegal who worked for the mother’s lawyer on a lawsuit against the J.C. Penney department store, in which the mother claimed to have been roughed up by a security guard, has also given testimony unfavorable to the mother. The paralegal, who is not bound by attorney-client privilege (after all, she’s not an attorney), testified that the mother had told her that bruises that she had charged the J.C. Penney security guard with inflicting on her had actually come from her ex-husband, and that she’d sent her sons to acting class, so that they could convincingly lie. (The mother got over $100,000 out of Penney’s.) Some legal “experts” have insisted that such testimony is irrelevant, because the accuser, in his video, came across as believable. Well, if I were a juror, the mother’s lack of credibility would weigh heavily on me, and I am sure that that is true as well of some of the actual jurors. Never-Never Land 3. But then there is some of the evidence against Jackson. Even if we call the countervailing charges of different witnesses a wash (one witness testified to having seen Jackson sexually touching, i.e., molesting, an under-aged Macaulay Culkin, but in Culkin’s testimony, the actor denied the claim), Jackson has proudly boasted to the world for years that he thinks there is nothing better than sharing his bed with under-aged boys who are not his sons during “sleepovers.” Now, I’m not sure about California law, but I would venture that in many states such a remark would, at the very least, constitute a confession to the crime of child endangerment. At least it would, if the speaker were not a zillionaire entertainer. And then there is the testimony that Jackson illegally served under-aged boys wine, kept adult heterosexual pornography that would be of little interest to him, but of great interest to young boys having a “sleepover” in his bedroom, and a bottle of Vaseline handy. The Weight And so, among the many charges and counter-charges of conflicting testimony, each juror must weigh the following: a. Legally admissible testimony that the defendant has a history of sexually abusing under-aged boys; b. Jackson’s own history, outside of the court room, of admitting that he has shared his bed with under-aged boys, though he has insisted that this was all innocent; c. Jackson’s own history of paying tens of millions of dollars to make child molestation charges “go away”; d. Testimony regarding the wine, heterosexual pornography, and Vaseline; and e. The apparently believable testimony of a boy whose mother is an acknowledged welfare cheat, and who has been charged by another witness with having admitted to being a shakedown artist and compulsive liar who has a history of using her sons to further her nefarious aims. One TV court observer put things in the following extralegal perspective, which I’m sure is shared by some jurors and millions of viewers. To paraphrase, Jackson is not interested in sex with grown-up (or, apparently, even under-aged) females, and he’s not interested in sex with grown-up males. So, who does that leave? Meanwhile, as MSNBC legal analyst and former Connecticut prosecutor Susan Filan wrote in a mock closing prosecution argument, Jackson would have an under-aged boy in his bed every night of the year. What on earth do you think Jackson was doing with those children in his bed? (This reminds me of the argument that convinced me that Mike Tyson was innocent of Desiree Washington’s rape charge: What do you think she was doing coming to his hotel room at 3 a.m., and lying on his bed? The argument came from a civilian, my mom, who had two advantages: She had never attended law school, and she had graduated from high school in 1947, back when a high school diploma meant something. My mom, however, did not prevail. Tyson was convicted and sent to prison in Indiana. That questionable conviction did not send me into paroxysms of outrage, however, because it was no secret at the time that, as one sportswriter noted, Don King and Tyson’s other handlers had been following him around for years, paying hush money to countless women who’d crossed the champ’s path. Similarly, when as New York Post newspaper columnist and former federal prosecutor Sidney Zion observed, the trial in which the feds finally nailed mobster John Gotti was fixed by the judge’s improper exclusion of Gotti’s unbeatable attorney, Bruce Cutler, I did not weep for a man who had ordered over 20 murders.) If Michael Jackson is convicted, I do not believe it will be on the basis of the prosecution’s case regarding the specific charges against him. Based on the testimony regarding the accuser’s mother (and thus the accuser and his brother), there is enough reasonable doubt for a top-dollar criminal defense attorney like Jackson lead counsel Tom Mesereau to get a hung jury (and thus a mistrial) or an acquittal. I doubt that the jury will convict on lesser charges while acquitting Jackson of the major ones, because the “minor” felony charges are integral to the major ones. Jackson is charged with having given the boy alcohol, in order to molest him. And the conspiracy charge depends, more than anything else, on the credibility of the accuser’s mother, because the charge comes entirely from her. According to MSNBC legal analyst Dan Abrams, the jury could convict Jackson of a misdemeanor charge of giving alcohol to a minor, which would carry only probation and a fine. If the jury did that, I believe it would be because they were acquitting Jackson of all the felony charges, and were using the misdemeanor conviction as a fig leaf to cover up their embarrassment. Criminal trial juries today seem to feel a powerful inhibition against convicting celebrities, regardless of how strong the prosecution’s case is. Meanwhile, they have no problem throwing the book at ordinary Joes, regardless of how weak the prosecution’s case is. That Michael Jackson believes that he is above the law, is clear from his behavior during the trial. Had a defendant lacking fame or wealth repeatedly appeared late for court dates, the judge would simply have revoked his bail and remanded him to custody for the duration of the trial. In any event, juries have violated logic in the past, and could so again. In New York back in 1974, black supremacist gangster Sonny Carson was convicted of kidnapping two men, one of whom was murdered in the course of the kidnapping, but Carson was somehow not convicted of murder. And Egyptian terrorist El Sayyid Nosair, who in 1990 assassinated Jewish radical gangster-politician Meir Kahane in broad daylight in front of witnesses, and was arrested while in possession of the murder weapon, was acquitted of murder, but convicted of possession of an illegal weapon. Nosair was later convicted, as well, for his role in planning the first, 1993 bombing of the World Trade Center, as part of a group led by blind cleric Sheik Abdul Rahman, that was affiliated with what would later become al Qaeda. (Ironically, Carson, Nosair, and Kahane all promoted ideologies that had much in common with Nazism.) Endangering the Welfare of America Getting beyond the court room, it is a statement as to the decline in moral standards in America, that a man like Jackson, who had repeatedly paid millions in hush money to make molestation charges from other boys go away, could still get record and concert contracts, make millions off cd sales, and have a substantial following of fans. For that, we can thank the unlikely bedfellows of gay activists and the Nation of Islam; the former for eliminating the principle of sexual morality, and the latter for steadfastly defending Jackson, simply because he is black. But what cannot be blamed on gay activists or the Nation of Islam is the fact that in an age in which taxpayers waste billions of dollars on social services which purportedly “protect” children, hundreds of parents across the country would permit their under-aged sons to share the bed of a grown man, none of whom, to my knowledge, has ever been charged with child endangerment for these acts. Jury Logic If all twelve jurors vote to convict Michael Jackson, it will be because they have been convinced, in spite of any doubts they may have regarding the honesty of the current accuser, his brother, and his mother, that the defendant is a monster who has sexually abused boys in the past, and who must be prevented from striking again. According to traditional legal theory and practice, that would be an unjust verdict. But would it be an unjust verdict, according to California law, such as it presently is? And would it be unjust according to a good sense respect for law and the prerogatives of jurors? After weighing all of the above factors, I’ve concluded that the only just verdict in this case is none at all, i.e., a hung jury and a mistrial. Thus, if I were a juror, I would hope that I would watch which way the wind appears to be blowing, and vote the opposite way. A new jury deserves to hear this case, but without having to endure the incompetence of prosecutor Tom Sneddon and Judge Rodney Melville.


Wednesday, June 01, 2005

Barry Bonds, Racist
by Nicholas Stix

Barry Bonds hates white people. In an excerpt from former Chicago White Sox player Ron Kittle’s book, Ron Kittle's Tales from the White Sox Dugout, that appeared in yesterday’s Southtown News newspaper from suburban Chicago, Kittle quotes Bonds as saying, "I don't sign for white people." The setting was the visitors’ clubhouse at the Chicago Cubs’ Wrigley Field, in 1993. Kittle, by then retired from the game, had asked Bonds to sign two jerseys he’d worn in games, so that Kittle could auction the jerseys for his charity helping kids with cancer, Indiana Sports Charities.

"I paid about $110 of my own money for them, so they could be auctioned off at the golf outing. I did that all the time for stars like Mark McGwire, Sammy Sosa, Derek Jeter and Roger Clemens. When I tell them how their autographs help the cause, every player gladly signs — with one exception. “I walked up to Bonds at his locker in the Wrigley Field visitors' clubhouse, introduced myself and said, ‘Barry, if you sign these, they'll bring in a lot of money for kids who need help.

“Bonds stood up, looked me in the eye and said, ‘I don't sign for white people.’ If lightning hits me today, I will swear those were his exact words. Matt Williams and other Giants were in the room and they heard what Bonds said. “I stood there for a minute, and the veins in my neck were popping. I've only been that mad a few times in my life. I was going to beat the (heck) out of him, really kick his (butt), but Williams saw what was happening, so he came over and got between us. Matt said, ‘Ron, that's just the way he is.’

“I said, ‘White guys aren't the only ones who get cancer,’ but Bonds had turned his back on me and walked out of the clubhouse. Somebody must have run in and alerted Dusty Baker, who was the manager of the Giants then.

“So Dusty came out of his office, put his arm around me, gave me a big old hug and said, ‘Aw, Kitty, he's just got that (bad) attitude again.’ Dusty gave me an autographed team ball for the auction, but I never got the Bonds jerseys signed. Later, I gave one of them to Scott Paulson, the Wilson sporting goods representative, and shredded the other one. But that day, I drove from Wrigley Field at about 150 miles per hour and sat there, fuming.

“I'll never forget what that man said. So if Barry Bonds is looking for a breath of fresh air to live and I'm the only one who has to give it to him, unfortunately, the man will die. I just don't like guys like that."

The Southland News reported that Bonds’ spokeswoman and a Giants’ spokesman both declined comment on the story. I could see how lefty readers might doubt that Kittle is telling the truth. After all, those white devils just can’t be trusted. Besides, hasn’t Barry Bonds told us himself of his sufferings at the hands of white racism? Maybe Ron Kittle is just another evil, white racist. Indeed, Prof. Leonard Moore of LSU has informed us that a great many white people do in fact resent Bonds’ march through the record books. As Katherine Corcoran reported in the March 30 San Jose Mercury News,

“Still, there are many who argue that race is at the core of the San Francisco Giants super-slugger's troubles. They see a time-worn pattern of a federal government and a predominantly white media tearing down a strong black athlete - who this time happens to be on the cusp of besting the home run mark of a beloved white icon.

"‘If you have a black man who's conscious and independent and on the verge of breaking Babe Ruth's record...that's frightening,’ said Leonard Moore, a Louisiana State University professor who teaches a course on the history of the African-American athlete. ‘If you speak out, if you don't play to what white America wants, there will be persecution, scrutiny and unfair reporting.’”

There are four things wrong with Leonard Moore’s statement. Bonds is not on the verge “of breaking Babe Ruth’s record,” because Babe Ruth doesn’t hold the home run record, and hasn’t held it since Hank Aaron broke it on April 8, 1974. Leonard Moore doesn’t seem to know anything about the history of black athletes in America. When Hank Aaron was bearing down on the Babe’s ghost, some whites were indeed angry, and sent him hate mail, including death threats. (Not “frightened,” mind you, which is an old liberal cliché that exists only to make sanctimonious lefties feel morally superior to their opponents.) But when Aaron broke the Babe’s record, that was that. The reasons for conjuring up a non-existent record, are to steal Hank Aaron’s ordeal for use by Bonds, and so that frauds like Leonard Moore can claim that white Americans are as racist as they ever were, and black Americans are the same victims they were under Jim Crow. Far from suffering from unfair reporting, Barry Bonds has enjoyed a holiday from serious scrutiny. In an unwitting self-caricature, in 2002, the New York Times sent a well-connected lefty, David Grann, who knew nothing about baseball to do a puff piece on Bonds. Grann thought that baseball teams were led by “head coaches”; he didn’t know that baseball teams have managers, and neither did his clueless editor at the Times Sunday Magazine, Adam Moss. Grann insinuated that Bonds and his father, Bobby, both were victimized by white racism. Most black public figures enjoy a holiday from journalistic scrutiny, unless racist black activists or journalists have deemed them “insufficiently black.” The lack of scrutiny of black public figures or black social pathologies derives from black race-baiting and racist black newsroom enforcers and their white allies. Black celebrities intimidate white media by declaring in advance that the white media are racist. For years, singer Whitney Houston has been the master of this game. She has repeatedly declared that the “white media” seek to break up her troubled marriage to singer Bobby Brown, all the while enjoying sycophantic puff pieces from that same, supposedly racist white media. And as William McGowan has shown in his book, Coloring the News: How Crusading for Diversity Has Corrupted American Journalism, black staffers and editors (I call them racist black newsroom enforcers) in every major newsroom see to it that black public figures and social problems get softball treatment. For instance, corrupt, black Washington, D.C. Mayor Marion Barry got away with murder for years, because black staffers at the Washington Post refused to expose him, and sandbagged any white staffers who tried. In Jill Nelson’s memoir of her time as a well-paid Post staffer, Volunteer Slavery, Nelson referred to her white superiors, such as socialist editor Ben Bradlee, as “white boys,” and bragged of having intervened to skew coverage of Barry, so that readers would not discover that a woman had charged the mayor with having raped her. Racist blacks and their leftwing, white allies still push the myth of the independent, and thus persecuted, successful black man. In the revised, 1995 version of his 1992 race book, Two Nations, white political scientist Andrew Hacker suggested that a white conspiracy targeted successful black men such as Marion Barry, Mike Tyson, and O.J. Simpson. Barry was protected for years by a conspiracy – a black conspiracy of silence. Tyson was charged with rape by a young black woman, Desiree Washington, and eventually convicted. White folks had nothing to do with it. And as for O.J., the less said, the better. There is no record of any whites being upset at Bonds breaking Ruth’s “record.” There is, however, a paper trail of blacks claiming that whites would be thus upset. Leonard Moore got his claim not from whites but as my colleague Lisa Fabrizio wrote two years ago, from one Barry Bonds. In July, 2003, Bonds announced,

"755 isn't a number that's always caught my eye--the only number I'm concerned with is Babe Ruth's. As a left-handed hitter, I wiped him out. That's it. And in the baseball world, Babe Ruth's everything, right? I got his (single season) slugging percentage, I got him on on-base, I got him on walks and then I'll take his (lifetime) home run record and that's it. Don't talk about him no more."
White people were never concerned about Barry Bonds overtaking Babe Ruth; that was Bonds’ own obsession! And why? Because Babe Ruth is white, and Bonds fancies that overtaking Ruth would somehow drive white folks crazy. As I said, the man is seeking to steal Hank Aaron’s life. I’ll tell you, though, this is one white man who would be mighty angry, if Bonds “broke” Hank Aaron’s record. That in contrast to the spoiled baseball brat Bonds, Aaron actually did have to confront white racism, is just one of the accomplishments that make him tower over Bonds. Aaron had to hit within a much larger strike zone, against pitchers who stood on a higher mound, in ball parks with much deeper outfields, with a ball that was not juiced up, and with little of the watering-down of pitching that expansion caused. And last but not least, Aaron didn’t get his power out of a syringe, a bottle or a drug. His muscles were his own. If Aaron had had Bonds’ many advantages, he’d have hit over 900 dingers. The racial significance of Bonds and Leonard Moore’s statements is that you had one black man, Bonds, express his hatred of white folks, and then another black man, Moore, take Bonds’ statement and act as though it expressed white racism, rather than Bonds’ own black racism. And Moore’s racism, too, since he knew what he was doing. I suppose that in an age in which black race hoaxes are produced as if on an assembly line (if only America could produce goods the way it produces scams!), I supposed it would be hyperbole to call Bonds and Moore’s invention of white racists a hoax, so I’ll call it a hoaxette. Imagine a white player making racist statements. Oh, but we don’t have to. When relief pitcher John Rocker made politically incorrect statements about the riders on New York’s 7 train, he was forced to undergo psychological counseling and publicly debase himself. Actually, Rocker was never as openly racist as Bonds. (And if the people writing on Rocker had done any research, they would have known that his statement bore no resemblance to the 7 train, which is known in New York as the “Orient Express,” due to its heavily Asian ridership. It sounded to me as if Rocker had never even been on the 7 train.) We may need to stop comparing Barry Bonds to another foul-tempered, great left-handed hitter, Ted Williams, and start comparing him to another of baseball’s most vile racists, Ty Cobb.


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