About People of (some) Color

As many of you know, I’ve been working on my second documentary film, one that seeks to look into US/Puerto Rico relations and the identity of what it means to be “Boricua.”

Last week, I interviewed a man who gave me amazing quotes to work with, regarding how he refused to ever acknowledge himself or others as “Hispanics” because it gives full recognition to the country that invaded, raped and killed Natives and enslaved Africans throughout the Caribbean and Central and South America. He said calling one Hispanic gives honor to the oppressor and ignores the Taíno and African cultures that died under their rule and influenced many cultural practices we see today throughout the islands.

I’ve always used Latino instead, having never liked the term Hispanic either and I guess he basically gave me a valid reason why.

Which brings me to the term “People of Color.”

Similar to how Hispanic is thrown around without much thought of the meaning behind it, lately I feel like “People of Color” is a term we use without much afterthought of the meaning behind it as well.

I’m guilty of this myself, having used the term for years, and although the term “Persons of Color” tries to be inclusive of all non-whites, I feel it sometimes does a disservice because it doesn’t always take into account those persons of color like some Latinos, who are white folks and may side with white supremacist ideology.

Although Latinos are People of Color, we are quick to forget those Latinos who are white and use that privilege as an advantage, knowing and unknowingly, while Black and Brown Latinos never could.

We are in election season, and whenever I see polls showing how one candidate leads the POC demographic versus the other, as a man living in Florida, I cannot help but question the accuracy of these numbers when I look at the support many Latinos in Florida have for the current Commander in Chief, which are large enough to be ashamed of to be honest.

Much of that support could be tied to the large (white) Cuban population in South Florida. However there is also a large Puerto Rican population in Central Florida and thrown paper towels be damned, 45 still has his supporters in this community as well.

“Kobe!”

These facts leave me ashamed of my fellow “Persons of Color.”

It’s beyond time Non-Black people of color come to grips with their privilege and give credit, appreciate and acknowledge the struggles Black Americans went through in order to have the rights we all enjoy today.

Non-Black People of Color (Latinos really) need to start recognizing they have privilege and need to stand with our Black brothers and sisters, not only in demonstrations in support of social justice, but at the polls, promoting and supporting Black businesses, helping Black artists, etc…

Mural by Edreys Wajed and James “Yames” Moffitt. Buffalo, N.Y.

Just as the saying goes, not all skinfolk are kinfolk, well, not all People of Color are our people.

I’m just tired of seeing my people take without giving anything back.

One love.

Until next time.


My Lower West Side Story

In early October, I returned to my hometown of Buffalo to film interviews for my next documentary project and to spend a little time with my mother at the home I grew up and was raised in on West Avenue.

Niagara Street view of City Hall and downtown Buffalo

Being back home after so many years away was a real eye opener to how much of Buffalo has changed. As I drove through downtown Buffalo, I was in awe with how much this city had evolved in the ten years since I relocated to the state of Florida. I told my mother that if I were to be dropped off, blindfolded on Chippewa between Delaware and Elmwood, I would be completely lost once my eyes were free to see the views of new structures replacing old gas stations and open lots.

Continuing my drive up Niagara Street, through Buffalo’s Latino corridor on the Lower West Side, there was continued change. My eyes were amazed at the sight that the old Pine Harbor apartment buildings were now gone, being replaced by low income housing that will more than likely cost a pretty penny once all is said and done.

“Avenida San Juan a.k.a. Niagara Street”

The more things changed, the more they stayed the same however, and this was evident as I left the main arteries and started driving through neighborhood side streets which told a different yet familiar story. Driving up from the lower West Side on Plymouth or Prospect, I viewed the same sights I saw when I left the city ten years ago. Abandoned, broken down homes. Corner stores with graffiti and folks loitering about. Different faces, but definitely the same people.

Although some homes have been fixed up, for the most part, many of the same street corners have not seen the “revitalization” other parts of the City of Buffalo saw.

Visiting Grant Street was quite the site, with the influx of newer Asian and African immigrant communities that have added additional spices to the upper West Side, the lower West Side for the most part still felt very familiar. For all the gentrification the lower West Side has seen, some places remain stagnant and have not changed whatsoever.

This thought brings to mind the issue I have with those who remained on the West Side and how the politicos and outsiders determine where this part of town is headed.

You may ask yourselves, “who is this guy to talk about the West Side” since I no longer live there. My friends, I was born on the West Side. My father had his barber shop on West and Maryland.

“My dad, Joe “The Barber” Anastasio and me, 1984″

My mother still lives in the house we owned on West between Virginia and Maryland. Although I left the West Side my blood has never left.

My father’s old barber shop. Unchanged for 35 years. On the corner of Maryland and West Avenue

Which is why I was so surprised to see the sight of white joggers running up and down West Avenue as I sat on my mother’s porch, across from this new building that now sat in the place of the old advertising agency grounds and open lot I played football and boxed as a child.

I’m not against improvements and progress. I have no issues with homes being revitalized or new buildings being built for growing populations.

I am however disappointed that many of the West Side residents who have contributed to the flavor, added the Adobo, Sazon and “Soulfrito” to the makeup and identity of the lower West Side will continue to be forgotten.

We as a people on the West Side must not let the identity be erased. We would be repeating the same mistakes  Italians made when they abandoned the West Side many years ago, for North Buffalo and the Tonawandas.

I was very happy to see cultural displays, murals and even “El Batey” dance studio. These institutions are important as they promote the culture and identity that many Puerto Ricans who have settled in Buffalo either lost touch with or never knew they had.

Puerto Ricans in Buffalo need to positively promote and support one another. We are each other’s keeper and all related in one way. For too long we have been separate in our own little worlds and allowed the politicians sitting in City Hall to make decisions for a part of town that was somewhat forgotten, until folks recognized its low cost homes and prime location, close to downtown.

I don’t fault those who have sold their homes to the highest bidder and left for greener pastures. No one should have to feel guilty for making the best financial decisions possible, especially when outsiders are offering to pay well above what West Side homes used to go for.

My plea, if you want to call it that, is for those who are still there, living on the West Side, to please continue to fight for your place in this special part of town. Don’t let those outside forces price you out and drive you away, particularly the culture.

Make sure your voices are heard politically. As I write this we are only days away from the General Election and I can’t help but shake my head at how little representation Buffalo’s Latinos, more specifically Puerto Ricans have with local elected office.

My trip back home was a very successful one. I spoke with a number of people making the best of their lives on the West Side. Although my film isn’t a documentary about Buffalo West Side Puerto Ricans, I needed to start there because this is a very personal film for me. My film is going to look into what it means to be “Boricua” and in capturing that meaning, since this is a somewhat personal film, I needed to start at the place I started.

My lower West Side.

The Puerto Rican Lower West Side to be exact.

Until next time.

Rocco.


Rising from the ashes of the year 2020

It’s been quite a long while since my last blog post in 2011. Close to nine years in fact!

Since the time of my last blog post, my family has grown by one, as our youngest daughter was born in December of 2013. We have also moved to a larger home in a different city. We are still in Central Florida but closer to the Orlando/Daytona Beach metropolitan area.

I’ve also been blessed to have pursued my dream of being a filmmaker, having completed my first full length documentary film in 2019 titled “In Their Words – Of Service and Sacrifice.

The trailer from my first film

Available on Amazon Prime Video

These last few years have been great for me and my family, and although, as most families do, we have seen many ups and downs throughout the years, there have been more ups than downs for us as a whole.

After being away from this blog for so long, I’ve decided to pick it back up for a few reasons:

One, I remember writing my words down and filling a page was a very therapeutic exercise. At the moment, I am between full time work due to the nice pandemic we have been living with here in 2020. The Coronavirus or as it is commonly known, COVID-19 has really made the lives of many very miserable. Some have lost their health, many have sadly lost their lives and quite a few of us have lost our jobs. All because an administration refused to level with the American people.

The year of Our Lord, 2020 sure has been one that will probably be seen as a paradigm shift, the year where things changed so significantly, that the way we live our lives will be changed forever.

At the time of this writing, there are close to 220,000 Americans who have sadly died from Coronavirus, and unfortunately, since our leaders refuse to take ownership, there will be many more to come.

The second reason I decided to pick up the pen err keyboard, well, I was asked by a new friend if an old post I wrote years ago could be used for a publication he puts out monthly. The old post was titled “A letter from a son to his father….” and it honestly was a post I forgot I wrote. Going through my old WordPress site, I smiled at the thoughts the 2011 version of me was writing down, and although I wish I had continued writing these last nine years, I guess better late than never.

The third reason I decided to pick up my blog posts, was to document the filmmaking process of my current production. I’m in the early beginnings of producing my second feature length documentary project, a film titled “Boricua Soy Yo.” This documentary will look into the history of Puerto Rico, the resilience of the Puerto Rican people and also explore the culture and what it means to be “Boricua” for a Puerto Rican here on the mainland as well as those living on the island. I’m still in the early stages of this film however I’m planning to write blog posts of the process moving forward, to keep myself honest and sane.

In production

Lastly, the fourth reason for picking up my WordPress blog is, well, the year 2020. As mentioned above, this year has been filled with a ton of loss, and one of the losses I had this year was that of a dear friend, Rameer Green.

It was Rameer himself who, back in 2011, inspired me to start this blog after he started sharing his own blog titled “Shoot, Pass, Quibble”.

Rameer was an excellent writer and reading his ill abstract points of view pushed me to wanting to do my best as a writer, especially knowing that he would be reading my posts. Rameer was a dear friend, one of my best friends for many years, one I respected and looked up to. The type of man who never held his punches, one who would always tell it to you straight and many of his friends, myself included, loved and appreciated that from him.

Here’s to you Rameer. Your legacy lives on within all the young people who had a chance to learn from you. It lives on within all the friends who mourn your loss.

So there it is.

I’m looking to continue this blog in honor of all things mentioned, including as a small tribute to my friend Rameer. I may not be as swift with the posts, especially now that our children are in virtual school, and I’m producing this new film, however, I’m looking forward to updating you all from time to time, whenever time allows.

Until next time

Rocco


Buffalo’s Failures in Urban Renewal…..a research paper.

This is just an old paper I wrote for one of my history classes. Buffalo really has a screwed up past. Love my hometown and miss my family, but that city really needs to be rebuilt from the ground up. it’s a long read, but a good one.

Failures in Urban Renewal

Buffalo Politics 1900 to 1989

Over the years, throughout America’s Rust Belt region, where steel factories once stood and American industry strived, urban decay and poverty has seen a rise. In cities such as Detroit, Flint, Gary, Indiana, Pittsburgh, and Cleveland, there has recently been a steady decline in population and jobs. Buffalo New York is one such city, and the presence of urban decay and the remnants of abandonment are visible if one were to take a tour throughout much of the city’s East Side.

Throughout its history Buffalo New York has been known by many names that gave a great representation of what the city had to offer. Whether it was the City of Lights, the City of Good Neighbors or the Queen City, the city of Buffalo has always has always prided itself in identifying the positive aspects of it’s history and such a rich and vast history this city has. Buffalo New York is a city rich in history and influence, not only in the prosperity of the State of New York, but also in its importance on the American landscape, given its location on the Great Lakes. During the early part of part of the 1900s, Buffalo was a growing city with a bright future, however by the 1950s the city reached its plateau, and the loss of industry and population would follow over the next fifty years.

Over the last century, starting in the early 1900s, Buffalo’s neighborhoods have seen a number of changes and renewal projects which haven’t always shaped the city in a positive way. Political, racial and social discrimination and bias have played many roles in the shaping of Buffalo throughout the twentieth century, and these influences have forever shaped the city’s identity, especially if one looked at the way Buffalo’s African American community was created and treated throughout the last century. From the early years of the Pan-American Exposition where American Negro exhibits displayed black men and women as living in shacks and villages as a representation of the African American, to the creation of urban public housing and the riots which shocked the city in 1967, the African American community in Buffalo has a rich and sad history tied to many failures connected to city planning and political influence.

Buffalo is viewed as one of the most segregated cities in America. If one were to take a map of the city as it stands today and split it into four sections, it would be easy to identify which ethnic groups lived where. North Buffalo has been known as the predominantly Italian side with its own “Little Italy” running along Hertel Avenue. Many of the Italian families in North Buffalo had roots in the lower Westside, however with the influx of newer immigration groups and better opportunities for second and third generation Italian families, many families moved to the northern suburbs and to North Buffalo.  The Westside is predominantly Latino, with Puerto Ricans making up a majority of that group followed by a scattering of Italian families left over after the Italian exodus. South Buffalo is the blue collar working poor Irish part of town. Many of South Buffalo’s residents had ties to the steel and flour mills that dominated the industrial past of the city. The Eastside was a predominantly Polish section of the city, however over the years similar to the Westside, other groups moved in and made it their own.

Although there are still many Polish families and influences in this part of town, with the name of parishes which still have Polish flavor, Buffalo’s Eastside is known as the black or African American part of town. Unfortunately, this section of town is perhaps the largest and yet arguably the poorest, due in part to many decisions made in the past which left the Eastside a forgotten piece of the Buffalo puzzle.

The City of Lights

Years before the 1901 Pan American Exposition took place within the city limits; Buffalo had already enjoyed growth due to its importance in the shipping industry.  Set some eighty-eight years after Buffalo was burned to the ground by the British during the War of 1812, the Pan American Exposition was a celebration of the city and the area.

At the time of the Pan American Exposition, the city of Buffalo had a population of 350,000 people, making it the 8th largest city in the United States.  Thousands of people from all over the world made their way to Buffalo during the seven-month long Exposition. Many came to see Nikola Tesla give electrical demonstrations using electrical power fed from Niagara Falls which gave the city of Buffalo its nickname, The City of Lights.  Many others flocked to the city to see musical performances at the Temple of Music. The Pan American Exposition was planned to take place years before, however due to the onset of the Spanish American War, those plans were put on hold. Following the war, as the United States further began to put its imprint on Spain’s former Latin American territories such as Cuba and Puerto Rico, the Pan American Exposition became a symbol of Pan Americanism and the city of Buffalo became a national symbol of pride.

Buffalo was also enjoying inner growth as well with the advent of new technologies such as street cars giving its residents access to parts of the city they normally would never venture out to. Although the city at the time was beginning to show signs of ethnic segregation within its separate district, these streetcars created a sense of accessibility to many of the city’s residents. During the early 1900s people never really ventured outside of their own surroundings and neighborhoods due to the lack of transportation but this all changed once the city of Buffalo began adopting public transportation streetcars as a cheap transportation alternative. These streetcars crisscrossed the city and were powered by the same electrical source Nikola Tesla was using at the Pan American Exposition.  Streetcars helped people move about with people moving around the city, business began to pick up, especially downtown as the city’s business and commercial center began to take shape, however it was the advent and the manipulation of electricity that would help the city gain its audience. In the book High Hope: The Rise and Decline of Buffalo, New York, State University of New York, Albany, 1983, author Mark Goldman wrote of the importance electrical power had in attracting people to the city. Goldman wrote:

Above all else it was electricity and the Electric Tower that attracted the attention of the millions of people who visited the Pan American Exposition during the summer of 1901. Every building was outlined in incandescent lights, and at dusk, peak time at the exposition, when over two million light bulbs were turned on simultaneously, the effect was staggering. Walter Hines Page, the editor of the Atlantic Monthly and an enthusiastic booster of the exposition, described the scene: “here is nocturnal architecture, nocturnal landscapes, nocturnal gardens and long vistas of nocturnal beauty. At a distance the Fair presents the appearance of a whole city in illumination.” But for page, as for all the visitors to the exposition, nothing rivaled the Electric Tower itself.[1]

Buffalo was booming. Industry was taking shape. People were moving about and the Pan American Exposition was seen as a success as it brought in many outsiders to the new City of Lights.

One of the most interesting exhibits displayed during the Pan American Exposition was that of the African Village in which sixty-two people representing over thirty African tribes were brought to Buffalo and displayed alongside their weapons, handicrafts, songs, dances and witchcraft. There have always been a question of the authenticity of the African tribesmen, and although that is an important question which should be explored further, the representation of the African village in the backdrop of the progressive and forward thinking Pan American Exposition is telling. The Pan American Exposition’s theme of human progress from savage to civilized used the African village as a representation of the savagery, untamed man, and this exhibit, for all of its popularity at the time, would go a long way to reinforcing negative attitudes and stereotypes against African Americans.

The Pan-American was also the site of a very tragic and unfortunate historical event with the assassination of President William McKinley. McKinley was originally supposed to be at the opening of the exposition in May 1901, however due to his wife’s illness delayed his trip to Buffalo.  President McKinley arrived in Buffalo in September and on the afternoon of September 6, Leon Czolgosz, a budding anarchist, shot President McKinley twice in the stomach, fatally injuring the president. Ironically, it was an African American man by the name of James Benjamin Parker who tackled and knocked the gun out of Czolgosz’s hand during his attack on the President. The President would survive for over a week before succumbing to his wounds on September 14th. In this instant, Buffalo New York, a place filled with pride and joy, would sadly forever be linked to such a tragic event.

Two months after the assassination of President McKinley, the Temple of Music along with many other buildings that housed the many exhibits of the summer Fair were demolished. Buffalo had hoped the exposition would positively promote the city however with the fallout and aftermath of President McKinley’s death, the city would forever bear shame.

Buffalo’s Ethnic City

Like many other cities of similar size during the late 1800s and early 1900s, the city of Buffalo saw a significant growth in terms of new residents due to immigration from Europe and a large migration of blacks from the post civil war south. Due to Buffalo’s reputation as an industrial center during the early Twentieth Century which provided a number of jobs for an unskilled labor force, many poor black families migrated to the city in search of greater opportunities and a better life. Buffalo’s black population during the early part of the Twentieth Century was centered in the lower east side section of the city, near Michigan Avenue, South Division and Broadway. As the black population began to grow, both in size as well as in prosperity, families began moving into other sections of the city which had been abandoned by other ethnic groups.

When the Great Depression hit the United States in the late 1920s, Buffalo was dealt a harsh blow when it came to manufacturing and industrial job loss. By 1930, unemployment in many of these industries was well over 20 percent. With the signing of the New Deal by President Roosevelt in 1933, the nation and Buffalo would finally see some relief in the form of public works programs. These programs and projects put many Americans to work, building infrastructure, roads, sports stadiums, airports to name a few. Buffalo’s War Memorial Auditorium, former home of the Buffalo Sabres, which was in the last few years demolished to make way for a dreamed Bass Pro Sports store was one of these public works projects. Along with the building of sports stadiums, many public works projects were centered on public housing. Because residents of the city were still feeling the effects of low employment due to the Depression, public housing was seen as a welcomed and needed addition to the city.

The public housing projects would become the home of many African American families; however these families would have a hard time moving out and into better living situations due to the trend towards segregation happening in the city during the 1930s. The lack of political representation of the African American community is perhaps the primary reason for this unfortunate happening. In the book Race, Neighborhoods, and Community Power: Buffalo Politics, 1934-1997, Albany: State University of New York, 2000, author Neil Kraus looks at the lack of political representation as a key ingredient to the segregated city being created in Buffalo. Kraus wrote:

Buffalo’s residential patterns have played a significant role in the local political process, both contributing to policy-making as well as being a product of local policy choices. In terms of policy-making, segregation has been important because the black community was tightly concentrated from the 1930s through the 1950s, yet had little, if any, representation during this period. Consequently, sections of the lower east side were, in effect, simply left out of the policy-making progress. And that very same process from which the black community was excluded segregated African Americans even more, particularly with the introduction of public housing in the 1930s.[2]

The building of public housing would go on to create a negative identity with the communities which housed these new projects.

Not only were black families pushed to live in segregated sections of the city, the absence of representation created a gap when it came to political power which was beneficial to helping the black community make progress. The politics of today were planted in the past and those seeds created a difficult world for the African American community to better themselves, similar to the Irish, German, Polish and Italian immigrants who came before them. However, due to racial prejudice, Buffalo’s African American community has had a difficult time breaking out of the mould created by segregation so many years ago.

The Riots of 1967

The nineteen-sixties was a turbulent decade throughout the nation which saw many changes and challenges to the American psyche, with the civil rights movement in full force, the war in Vietnam and the assassination of leaders, and many race riots defining the decade. Buffalo was the sight of one of these race riots which spread throughout the city for several days in late June and early July of 1967. Although it can be argued that the Riots of 1967 were not an actual race riot, the political landscape present in Buffalo created an environment on the East Side which culminated with the breakout of violence and uproar that summer.

The start of the riots can be traced to acts of vandalism pointed at a group of black teenagers who busted car windows and storefronts throughout the William Street and Jefferson Avenue business district on the afternoon of June 27th. Not long after the group of youths started destroying private property, they were joined by other groups of people who continued to destroy whatever they could. As a response to the massive amounts of property damage caused, the Buffalo Police sent in over 150 riot police to quell and put a stop to the disturbance however the presence of so many police officers further enraged and angered the crowds which gathered. After a few hours, through the use of tear gas fired into the rioters, the crowds were quickly dispersed and three police officers and one fireman were injured.

The next morning, the outbreak of violence, arson and looting would continue as buildings were set ablaze and broken glass covered the landscape. In the book, City on the Lake: the Challenge of Change in Buffalo, New York. Buffalo, NY: Prometheus, 1990, author Mark Goldman describes the riots through the eyes of Floyd Edwards, the Buffalo Police Department’s first black lieutenant. Of what Edwards saw, Goldman wrote,

Edwards had been on the East Side his whole life and had seen all the changes, from the mixed neighborhood that it once was to the black ghetto it had become. Edwards knew it inside and out and wasn’t surprised by the outbreak of violence that June. The morning after the riots Edwards was put back in uniform. With a battalion of police officers under his command, he went back onto the streets. The ghetto was still smoldering. Fires still burned at William and Jefferson, Maple and Carlton, and Peckham and Monroe Streets. Plate glass windows all along Broadway and Sycamore had been smashed, and the streets were sprinkled with glass, empty cartons of shotgun shells, tear-gas canisters, broken eyeglasses, and bricks. Many of the store windows were boarded up, covered with large pieces of plywood bearing the glowing red and white lettering of the Macaluso Emergency Enclosure Company. Small groups of black teenage boys clustered on the corners, taunting the passing police cars from a distance. As the day wore on the situation grew worse. Beginning at about 4:30 P.M. buses passing through the neighborhood were stoned. As night fell the gangs grew larger and more menacing, and still more windows were broken (even those store owners, some white, others black, who had written “Soul Brother” on their windows were not spared).[3]

The scene had been set and the Buffalo Police were challenged and dispatched over four-hundred policemen to the neighborhood that night. By the next morning, more than forty people were injured, fourteen with gunshot wounds and forty-six teenage boys arrested.

In the July 1st 1967 Edition of the Buffalo Evening News, an editorial was written by Paul E. Neville titled Violence Cures Nothing, Neville tried to argue that the violence which broke out during the four-day riot on the East Side wasn’t the answer the African American community needed in righting the wrongs it faced throughout the years. Neville wrote,

“We could sing ‘We Shall Overcome’ until doomsday and nobody would listen to us,” says a teen-age Buffalo Negro. “Throw a brick and break a window and the whole world wants to know what’s wrong – as if they didn’t know already.”

That kind of talk may have a deceptively alluring ring. But like many too-pat answers this too-pat analysis of the results of violence just won’t stand up under incisive scrutiny.

Disorder may or may nor bring quick responses, including some palliatives. But because it diverts vision and energy away from the tougher problems, and because it breeds counter-reactions, disorder is far more likely to delay or set back progress than hasten it.

Moreover, by slighting what has already been done such an easy analysis is unfair to the very Negroes and whites who have responsibly contributed the most. It just isn’t true that there was a lack of genuine, increasing concern for the Negroes prior to this week’s outbreaks. You don’t need to look far to see some of the beneficial results of this concern either.[4]

In his editorial, Neville seems to understand that the neglect Buffalo’s black community has faced, however his opinion of whether violence can cause change and bring about the attention of the city may in fact be false. On the front page of the same edition of the Buffalo Evening News, two of the top stories were centered on expansion of recreational and employment opportunities geared towards the African American community as an answer to the riots the city just faced. In addition to the city of Buffalo pledging to provide these opportunities to black youth, the State of New York also pledge to match money provided by local and private groups which wanted to provide financial aid for youth programs. In an article which appeared on the front page of the July 1st 1967 edition of The Buffalo Evening News, Wilbur Evans wrote of the changes Buffalo was willing to provide as an answer to the violence which had shocked the city. Evans wrote,

Efforts to expand job and recreational opportunities for the city’s Negro population gained momentum today as tenseness in areas of disturbance seemingly continued to ebb.

Sporadic incidents nagged at the East Side overnight – the fourth night of trouble, but lawless activity declined markedly.

Police made only 23 arrests. Five blazes were attributed to fire-bombers. “It was a relatively quiet night,” Police Commissioner Felicetta said at 4 AM.

City, county and state were moving to meet the demand for work and play possibilities for young Negroes. The staffs at the Buffalo Urban League and the Youth Opportunity Center will be at 234 Jefferson Ave. from 10 AM to 5 PM today and tomorrow to receive job applications from East Side youths from 16 to 21 years old.

Mayor Sedita, facing a call from the Negro community for 3000 jobs replied that “with cooperation, I think that number can be provided.”[5]

The answer to the question of whether violent outbursts can reap benefits had been answered. The black community spoke, and although the blame was directed at the black teenagers who originally started the vandalizing private property, the many reasons blamed for causing the riots, from outside agitators and forces to the many broken promises Buffalo failed to live up to, created a environment where rioting was the only way the black community could be heard. There had been many underlining issues taking place in Buffalo throughout the years as the black community grew in size, and it is important to look at the neglect the city of Buffalo showed to parts of the East Side, particularly the sections which were predominately black. Drugs, crime, poor housing, police brutality and racism were blamed as factors which lead the violence which affected the city during the summer of 1967. The riots were a wakeup call to the city and its citizens that something needed to be done and the continued neglect of the East Side had to be addressed. The local and state political establishments made promises of jobs, low cost housing, and even Civil Rights icon and baseball great Jackie Robinson was sent to Buffalo to quell angers and fears, however the damage had been done, as racial tensions throughout the city would continue to grow and force many white families of all backgrounds to move out of the city for safer, whiter neighborhoods in the surrounding suburbs.

Developmental Blunders and Fumbles

Political patronage is a sad part of the Democratic process and the Buffalo and Western New York region is no stranger this, and unfortunately due to political patronage and kick backs, an entire city can be held back due to poor decision making tied to these kick backs, as was the case with two developmental failures the city of Buffalo lived through; the failure to secure a city location for the University of Buffalo and the building of Rich Stadium in Orchard Park.

The proposal and the planning of expanding the University of Buffalo started in the mid 1950s once the state of New York, through then Governor Nelson Rockefeller, bought the private University of Buffalo and integrated it into the State University of New York system. After being absorbed by the state, there were many plans to build a new, larger campus in downtown Buffalo, and this plan was supported by many business owners and people within the city due to the amount of jobs and traffic having a downtown campus would create. The proposed site of the new University of Buffalo campus would be along Buffalo’s waterfront and  an estimated 10,000 students and over 1000 jobs would be introduced to Buffalo’s slowly deteriorating downtown. Although many small businesses and community groups supported the plans to build the new campus in downtown Buffalo, there was also a push to build the new campus in the town of Amherst, one of Buffalo’s suburbs, a good ten miles north of downtown. Due to the plans to grow the campus with new academic and athletics programs, the argument against a downtown campus was that there wasn’t the necessary space for growth and that a suburban campus in the town of Amherst provided such space. The location in the town of Amherst was mostly swamp land, empty and open for development.

The city had support through a variety of groups, starting with Governor Rockefeller and a variety of groups ranging which represented racial and social diversity, downtown businesses, media outlets and political backing. However, due to the decision made by a few, downtown Buffalo would lose out in a bidding war with the town of Amherst. During the middle part of the century, black and minority populations began to grow in cities, due to fears and anxiety, many in the white community responded to this growth by abandoning cities for suburban locations. This can be seen as one of the influences for the building of the new campus outside of the city and in Amherst.  Many felt that the proposal of a downtown campus there was a possibility of the university being influenced by “radical” students and people of color would upset and influence the city’s racial balance. The same fears that would lead to the “white flight” would also influence the decisions to build in Amherst.  In the book Power Failure: Politics, Patronage and the Economic Future of Buffalo, New York. Amherst, NY: Prometheus, 2006, author Diana Dillaway covered the University of Buffalo proposal and decision making process. Dillaway goes on to explain that the deciding factors weren’t just relegated to location, but on personal and social feelings of prejudice. Dillaway wrote,

During the increasingly rancorous debate, a banker, who also chaired the Albright Knox Art Gallery board, blocked the display of a model of the proposed downtown university at the gallery. It was displayed instead at the Buffalo Public Library at the base of the main stairwell. “As consequence, the rest of the political and social establishment was cowed in silence….The unanswered insult sent a strong message to anyone who might harbor modern ideas for Buffalo. Another banker made his feelings known informally to anyone who would listen, but most especially among the social networks of establishment: “We don’t want all those [New York radicals and people of color] running around downtown. As fate would have it, both leaders sat on the University’s Board of Trustees – one headed the board and the other chaired the Construction Fund.[6]

Building the university in Amherst also made it difficult for many of Buffalo’s low-income residents to take advantage of the university’s academic programs and employment opportunities the new facilities provided.  The location in Amherst created a sense of exclusivity of the University to a certain segment of the population.

The decision to build in Amherst, influenced by city bankers shows the influence that money and politics plays in the decision making process. Although Governor Rockefeller supported a downtown campus, it is argued in Diana Dillaway’s book, Power Failure, that due to the election cycle, Governor Rockefeller didn’t want to push the issue with the prominent bankers who sat on the university’s Board of Trustees. Despite local support and state, downtown Buffalo lost out to Amherst in securing the new University of Buffalo campus. The decision to forgo downtown Buffalo and instead build in one of Buffalo’s suburbs would go on to further the divide and gap between the city and its suburbs.

During the late 1960s, there was another example of a Buffalo institution looking to relocate out of the city, continuing suburban expansion while at the same time draining the city of Buffalo of a resource. The Buffalo Bills played at War Memorial Stadium, a stadium which by the time of the teams founding in 1960, was already thirty-years old and in bad condition. The stadium sat in the Masten District on the city’s East side, not too far from the location of the city’s infamous riots of 1967, a predominantly black neighborhood, and there was a push for the building of a new stadium for the team, similarly to the University of Buffalo experience, in downtown Buffalo. As with the UB proposal, the building of a downtown stadium was met with supporters and detractors alike, and when a city stadium couldn’t be secured, the team and the county looked for a suburban location which would provide the land to do so.

There are many similarities between the building of UB in Amherst and the move of the Buffalo Bills out of their East Side stadium and into a new suburban home. The Buffalo News, who supported the University of Buffalo in downtown, opposed the building of a stadium in the same location, at the foot of Main Street, due to its location close to the Buffalo News’ headquarters and plant.  The push by bankers, again similar to what happened with the University of Buffalo in Amherst project, helped influence the idea of building in the suburbs instead of the city itself.

The village of Lancaster was chosen in 1968 as the location of a new domed stadium and home of the Buffalo Bills, however those plans fell apart in 1970 due to power struggles between local governments, bankers, politicians and the city’s then two newspapers. None of the parties were able to make a decision as to where the new stadium would be built. This process was also covered Diana Dillaway in Power Failure.   Dillaway wrote,

The issue remained unresolved for another year, drawing into 1971. Finally, at a meeting of Buffalo’s business, county and state leaders, an agreement was reached – that they could not come to a consensus. Upon this realization, they took the unusual step of asking the New York State Urban Development Corporation to decide the stadium issue for them. In this unprecedented move, warring factions conceded they were unable to make a decision and agreed to support the Urban Development Corporations choice, given a reasonable price, and move on. Interestingly, the UDC chose yet another location, Orchard Park, south of the city. The cost came in under $40 million; the county negotiated a lease with the Buffalo Bills owner; and just about everyone was relieved this chapter in the city’s history was over.[7]

The city of Buffalo would again lose out to its own suburbs as the exodus of business and identity would continue out of the central city, due to egos, political influences and personal biases of those who had the monetary influences to make things happen. The push towards leaving the city would go on to create a city vs. suburbs debate that continues today.

Buffalo through the 1980s

The introduction of industry to the city of Buffalo in the early 1900s forever laid a foundation that would go on to be the backbone to the city’s reputation and identity for the better part of the 20th Century. One of the constants of that identity was Bethlehem Steel Corporation, located in nearby Lackawanna, which at its peak employed up to 20,000 people from Buffalo and its surrounding towns and suburbs.  However, as times changed and industry demands died down, Buffalo would see a growing trend of job loss throughout the 1070s and into the 1980s. Then on one cold December morning in 1982, Bethlehem Steel announced that it would permanently shut down almost all of its steelmaking operations over the next six months. The news of Bethlehem Steel closing its factories was covered like a tragedy throughout the local media and the loss of these jobs would deal a harsh blow to the local economy. Along Route 5 and along much prime real estate along the waterfront, empty factories would sit for a generation where only years before were filled with thousands of men who proudly built the steel which would go on to be used nationwide in the building American infrastructure.

Although the loss of Bethlehem Steel was a touch blow it wasn’t a total shock due the trend of manufacturing decline throughout the 1970s. In the early 1980s, the state, under then Governor Mario Cuomo, created the Western New York Economic Development Corporation whose goal was to plan, finance and manage development projects in the Buffalo and Western New York region. This new political corporation had ambitious plans and priorities which it had outlined as a way to give the Buffalo area the shot in the arm it needed and get development started.  Among the plans was the development of a medical initiative, centered on Buffalo’s Roswell Park Cancer Institute.  Many leaders believed that strengthening its standing within the city and by using Roswell Park as a foundation fro the medical corridor.  Roswell Park sits bordering on the Fruit Belt neighborhood in the East Side of Buffalo, a neighborhood full of urban decay and due to this the development of such a medical corridor was possible, as the surrounding area contained abandoned homes and was an easy target for urban renewal and revitalization.

Many other grants and projects benefited from the Western New York Economic Development Corporation. In addition to the Western New York Economic Development Corporation, Buffalo saw federal funding through Community Development Block Grants. The federal system of block grants was started in 1968 approximately $12 million in federal funds was allocated to the city to support human service agencies.  By 1980, under Mayor Jimmy Griffin, these federal funds increased to approximately $22 million, and due to political posturing, trading, and back-door deals, a new city structure was created to disperse these federal funds. Buffalo Development Companies was a shell company nonprofit which was created by the Department of Community Development in order to make grants and loans to whomever politicians saw fit. Instead of funneling block grant money to the neighborhoods   under the Buffalo Neighborhood Revitalization Corp., the Buffalo Economic Development Corp. financed industrial projects, funded private hotels like the downtown Hilton Hotel and a number of other downtown development projects which didn’t benefit the communities the federal dollars were aimed at.

The Community Development block grants went to downtown and wealthy neighborhoods, all but ignoring the neighborhoods the moneys could have seen better use in, such as the East Side and lower West Side. The loans given by the city to private developers and downtown businesses was at low to no interest and there were even cases where grant money was given to business which were intending to develop downtown and after receiving the federal dollars, these businesses would close their downtown headquarters and mover their offices into the suburbs.

The Buffalo Common Council and the Mayors office were at odds through most of the 1980s due to the allocation of federal grant money. Mayor Jimmy Griffin was in control of the federal funds and would bypass the common council in most decisions. Due to the creation of these shell companies, with the backing of Mayor Griffin, and there was a political war taking place in Buffalo over the control of federal dollars. The argument over federal funds being awarded to private developers through non-profit corporations was possible due number of seats on the development board Mayor Griffin appointed.  In the book Power Failure, Diana Dillaway covers the questionable political dealings of Mayor Griffin and how the Community Development Block Grant funds failed to reach their intended purpose. Dillaway wrote,

While the amount of the Community Development Block Grant funds during the 1980s doubled, funds going into the neighborhoods remained at the same level. One former public official who was intimately involved suggests that this strategy, if not illegal, could have been considered immoral in that it denied the bulk of these communities for who the funds were originally designated. Others argue that the rules for the block grants in the early days were still flexible, “even though they got here on poverty so no one really challenged it at that point.”

City council members had supplanted Democratic Party committeemen, ministers and grassroots organizations as the voice and power for communities. Blacks and whites on the Common Council united in response to the flow of nearly 98 percent of Community Development Block Grant funds to downtown development and industrial retention strategies.[8]

The power struggles between the Common Council and Mayor Griffin’s team on the development board would continue through the mid 1990s, when Griffin left office, due to the tenure these board appointees were given, and thus, the city of Buffalo would continue its rapid decline and neighborhoods such as the predominantly black East Side would have to continue to wait before it was given the attention it drastically needed.

Jimmy Griffin’s Legacy

James Donald “Jimmy” Griffin was a son of Irish South Buffalo, was sworn into office in 1978 and served as the city’s Mayor for sixteen consecutive years. Often outspoken and controversial, Mayor Griffin alienated much of the city due to his political actions which ignored much of the city, outside of his old South Buffalo neighborhood. Mayor Griffin’s relationship with the black community was distance. Although Griffin was an Irish Democrat and received support from Buffalo’s black populous, the black communities on the East Side rarely were in Griffin’s plan for reshaping Buffalo.

Under mayor Griffin, downtown Buffalo saw the return of a rail system with the building of the Metro Rail system. The Metro Rail system was to connect the downtown business and retail district to the outlying suburbs including the University of Buffalo in Amherst and do away with car traffic in and around downtown Buffalo. However, the plans to connect the city lines to the suburbs were scrapped due to the massive population decreases the city saw as construction of the project began. The Metro Rail project first broke ground in 1977, just before Mayor Griffin took office and would not be completed until 1985, and is considered by many to be the main reason for downtown Buffalo’s decline as a retail and business center due to the stop of car traffic along Main Street.

Another project that Mayor Griffin oversaw during the 1980s was the building of Coca Cola Field, then known as Pilot Field on Swan and Washington Streets in downtown Buffalo. Mayor Griffin was an avid baseball fan and there was a push for a Major League baseball team to be located in Buffalo, even though the city was continuing to see a decline in population during the 1980s. The Mayor convinced the State and then Governor Mario Cuomo, also an avid baseball fan, to fund the project centered on building a downtown stadium with the hopes of attracting big league expansion once Major League Baseball was ready to introduce two new teams to the National League in 1991.

The Buffalo Bisons baseball team played their home games in the East Side of Buffalo at the old War Memorial Stadium, former home of the Buffalo Bills and also home to the New York Knights as seen in the 1984 Robert Redford film “The Natural.” Those who championed the push for Major League Baseball expansion in Buffalo felt the building of a new baseball stadium would push Buffalo ahead of other cities in competition for a big league team.

Pilot Field was completed in 1988 and was considered the crown jewel of new baseball parks in the nation. The design of the stadium was a harkening back to the ballparks of old, and although the stadium only seated just over 25,000 people, it was designed with an easy to expand upper deck for more seating if and when Major League Baseball came calling. The Rich family owned Buffalo Bisons, through avid baseball fans, broke many attendance its first three years of existence, in anticipation and excitement over the prospects of finally realizing Buffalo’s Major League dreams. However, those dreams would be dashed in 1991 as the cities of Denver and Miami were chosen as the expansion teams for the National League. Although it was a valiant effort on the part of city and state politicians, it was apparent that Major League Baseball was never going to expand in a city which had lost half its population, especially when bigger money could be made in south Florida and Colorado.  Buffalo now had a state of the art minor league facility with no Major League team to show for it, and this can be seen as a perfect example of how Buffalo planning throughout the years has failed the city and its residents in spending money wisely, a common complaint and critique of Mayor Griffin’s administration and tenure as the leader of the city.

Many of the Mayors opponents argued that with the amount of time and energy Griffin put into the building of Pilot Field, the lack of interest the Mayor showed to the basic needs of many neighborhood communities, especially the black community was telling.  As poverty and the growing crack problem of the mid to late 1980s continued to grow in the inner city, the problems within these communities continued to be ignored. The segregation seen throughout the black community in lower income neighborhoods continued to grow and make the escape of these segregated neighborhoods nearly impossible for those living in these communities.  During the 1980s crime in the city also exploded and the black East Side became synonymous as a ghetto; a place where whites shouldn’t and wouldn’t go to.

Many of Mayor Griffin’s failed policies and continued lack of attention to addressing problems on the East Side are to blame for the deterioration of these once safe neighborhoods. Throughout Jimmy Griffin’s sixteen year tenure as Buffalo Mayor, his relationship with the black community was mostly non-existent outside of election time. Whenever Mayor Griffin and his administration did pay attention to the city’s neighborhoods it was primarily to South Buffalo, North Buffalo, Lovejoy and the Niagara districts, sections in which a strong pro-Griffin sentiment was shared and sections which were stronger voting districts. The black East Side just wasn’t important enough to Griffin and his administration and it would continue be ignored for years, until Mayor Byron Brown, Buffalo’s first African American Mayor who represented the East Side took office in 2006.

After winning his record breaking fourth term as Buffalo Mayor, Jimmy Griffin was called to diversify his administration. In an editorial written by Daniel H. MacDonald in the Buffalo News, there wasn’t much to celebrate with the Mayors victory. Of the Mayors victorious election, MacDonald wrote,

In Buffalo, Mayor Griffin faced no genuine competition after out-maneuvering all the city’s political factions again. Griffin made no new promises in the campaign, so Buffalonians can expect a continuation of his conservative, brick-and-mortar administration.

Yet his election to an unprecedented fourth term has also handed Griffin an unprecedented opportunity to become the mayor of all the people. That should include, for example, bringing more black residents into his administration. It should involve closer cooperation with the School Board and a consistently visible interest in building excellence into Buffalo’s system of public education.

Thus, this election presented to Griffin, along with a solid victory, a challenging opportunity that we urge him to capitalize on – and one in which he will have our support.[9]

Mayor Griffin’s power and influence can be seen throughout downtown Buffalo as the Metro Rail and Coca Cola Field, then Pilot Field, were built under his watch but it can also be seen in his lack of leadership and attention to facing problems within the city outside of the downtown area. Although the Metro Rail is still in operation, it only goes in two directions; north and south. Similarly, although Pilot Field, now known as Coca Cola Field still hosts Americas Pastime during the summer months, Major League dreams are only on the minds of the minor league players who suit up in uniform on the field.  The end of car traffic on Main Street in downtown Buffalo was also a death blow to retail business and the building of a now mostly empty ballpark and failure in securing a Major League baseball team are two examples of how Griffin’s leadership failed the city. Instead of focusing attention and federal funds on the city’s neighborhoods which desperately needed it, attention was paid to dreams which never came to fruition. Griffin’s legacy can be seen as that of a man who took care of his own, dreamed big and failed miserably, all while getting elected four times and doing nothing as his city crumbled around him.

Final Thoughts

The history of Buffalo’s political relationship with its neighborhoods is one which can span a library’s worth of material. Events and actions of the past have shaped the city of Buffalo into what it is today; a vibrant yet poor, multicultural yet segregated, dying yet surviving big little city. From the dreams and future the Pan American Exposition provided, the hopeful wishes of black southerners who came looking for a better life through the turbulent times seen in during the 1960s and 80s, Buffalo has survived many ups and downs in its history. Although many who aren’t familiar with the area can only picture snow, four Super Bowl losses and a plate of chicken wings when the city of Buffalo is brought up in conversation, to those who live here the story of this city, is much deeper.

Similarly to many other Rust Belt cities which have pushed for urban renewal projects, unfortunately many of these projects failed to grow and benefit the people in the city of Buffalo, particularly the African American community. Although the failures of past political leadership has stunted the growth of the city’s population and job opportunities, the heart of the city, especially within the people which make up the city, Buffalo will forever be a living, thriving place to live.

Known as the “City of Good Neighbors,” Buffalo for all of its faults and disappointments continues to find a way to survive and be a good neighbor to those who have come here. Looking at the current population trends in the city, although there continues to a decline of city residents, newer immigrants are moving into the city, primarily on the lower West Side. In a neighborhood which saw the Italian “white flight” during the 1960s and 1970s as Puerto Ricans began relocating to it’s the lower West Side, the neighborhood is again seeing change as groups of immigrants from Burma, Nigeria, Somalia and Sudan are now calling it home.  Buffalo throughout its history has opened its arms to people of all backgrounds and has been a good neighbor to those seeking a better life. Although much of its history can be viewed through segregated eyes, especially when one looks at the politics that shaped the current identity of the city, Buffalo has provided many with the dreams they were seeking, and for some of those people, those dreams did come true.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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[1] Mark Goldman, High Hopes: The Rise and Decline of Buffalo, New York, State University of New York, Albany, 1983, p. 7

[2] Neil Kraus, Race, Neighborhoods, and Community Power: Buffalo Politics, 1934-1997, Albany: State University of New York, 2000, p. 44

[3] Mark Goldman, City on the Lake: the Challenge of Change in Buffalo, New York. Buffalo, NY: Prometheus, 1990. p. 112

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[6] Diana Dillaway, Power Failure: Politics, Patronage and the Economic Future of Buffalo, New York. Amherst, NY: Prometheus, 2006. p. 69

[7] Diana Dillaway, Power Failure: Politics, Patronage and the Economic Future of Buffalo, New York. Amherst, NY: Prometheus, 2006. p. 79

[8] Diana Dillaway, Power Failure: Politics, Patronage and the Economic Future of Buffalo, New York. Amherst, NY: Prometheus, 2006. p. 181

[9] MacDonald, Daniel H. “Amherst, other towns, steal the spotlight on Election Day” Editorial Buffalo News 8 November 1989, Evening ed., Section B2. Print.


A letter from a son to his father….

Dear dad,

It’s been nine years since you left us. Nine years since I drove you to the hospital. Nine years since I prayed to God and asked him to end your suffering. I have always tried to pray to God however cannot honestly say with confidence that my prayers had ever been answered, that is until that fateful day, nine years ago. There I was, my eyes swollen and stressed, filled with Xanex due to anxiety, sleep deprived from working my overnight shift at Channel 7, fed up because you didn’t want to go to the hospital. After mom got home from work, I went home to get rest, and before I closed my eyes, I asked God to take you, to end your suffering, because I didn’t want to see my superman, my father, my idol in such pain. I never thought my prayers would be answered only a few hours later.

When we took you to the hospital, mom told me while you and her were waiting to get checked in that you dreamed of your mother, my grandmother who I never had the pleasure of meeting. I guess she was preparing you and was there to comfort her child home to be at peace.

When you went into cardiac arrest, everything was a blur. They whisked mom and I into a separate waiting room, and there we stayed. In what felt like an eternity, the doctors finally came in and said you were stable however, your heart was very weak and that you were only going to survive on machines for possibly only a few days….This is when I made the hardest yet, easiest decision I ever had to make. I, Rocco Anastasio, your first-born son, told the doctor to let you go. I knew the man you were and I knew you wouldn’t want to spend the last few moments of your existence tied to a machine….I’m sorry dad. I sometimes wonder if it was the right decision, but please understand that I just didn’t want to see you in pain anymore. Mom was a mess. She loved you, and I know you guys fought a lot, but trust, she always felt safe with you there. I always felt it was ironic that your heart, perhaps your strongest attribute, was what would fail you.

We called Tita and Pablo to come to the hospital. My biggest regret that night was not calling Joe and Dom. I guess I wanted to protect them from seeing their father in such a state. I have apologized to them numerous times over the years and continue to feel guilty to this day for not giving them the opportunity to say goodbye to you. I’m truly sorry for that dad. Since you died, I felt the need to sort of become a father figure to them, do things for them that you normally would have done, but I could never be as good as you.

It’s been nine years and a whole lot has happened since you physically left us. I have a family of my own now, having gotten married this year. We have a daughter, Valentina and a son, Rocco Giuseppe. I’m sure you’ve seen them already, I like to believe that you are always there, watching over them like a guardian angel. I look into my children’s eyes and sometimes feel guilty and cheated that you never had a chance to hold them. How I would give anything to speak to you again, tell you I love you and hear you call my name, or even whistle at me when as if I was down the street playing with my friends when I was a kid. I hope I can become the man you were, hell I hope I can even become the fraction of the man you were. I sometimes have so many questions I wish I could ask you. Questions ranging from many things, but mostly on life, fatherhood, our family history and such. You were such a mystery to me yet so familiar. I respect the fact that you kept a lot to yourself, but sometimes I wish we knew more. I just want you to know, that no matter how long you’ve been gone, my son and daughter will know your name, they will know your story and they will always know their grandfather.

I love you dad, sorry if this letter came off as a bit of a downer, I just needed to get a few things off my chest. We bumped heads a lot as I was growing up, but I will always be Joe the Barber’s son. We miss you so much, Joe, Dom, Pablo and mom. We know you’re in a better place, but we still wish you were here. Christmas is coming up and it will be my son’s first and my daughter’s second but it will be our 9th without you. Time heals wounds and although I have come to grips and accepted your passing, part of me will always wonder if I did the right thing.

Know that I will always have you in my heart. I can never forget the man you were and am so proud to be your son. You are my father, my dad, my pops and although 12/13/11 will mark the 9th anniversary of your death, I’m looking forward to celebrating Three Kings day with my children on January 6th, your birthday. We will light a birthday candle for you dad. I swear whenever I look into my sons eyes I see you there, and I sometimes feel whenever he smiles at me that he (you) recognizes me too.

RIP Dad, you are always missed. Not a day goes by that I don’t look at you as an example.

Your son,

Rocco.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Until next time.

 


It’s been a long time…..I shouldn’t have left you.

Without a dope post to bless you….

I know, it’s been a few weeks since my last post, but it’s been a very busy couple of weeks and I really hadn’t had the time to gripe and offer my opinions on quite a few things. I have missed out on various things from the Herman Cain “sexual harassment” scandal to the yearly royal collapse of my beloved Buffalo BILLS.

Over the last few weeks my wife and I have been busy with family and finally had our church wedding. With family visiting it was kind of hard to take an hour or so away from family to sit and write, so here I am, weeks since my last post and what do I have to write? Nothing. Damn, I guess life is good.

As it turns out, we have family visiting for Thanksgiving this week and our home will once again be filled with loved ones. We are very excited and happy to have family over, especially with our sons baptism happening on the Saturday after turkey day. I don’t really “celebrate” Thanksgiving, I look at it as a day off where we can consume massive amounts of turkey, side dishes and watch football in between trips to and from the kitchen picking on the turkeys carcass for cold meat. I know I’m not the only one who does that….

Well, there are a couple things that have gotten under my skin. Here are a few…..Where shall I start?

-I’m really tired of these Occupy Wall Street protests going on. When are they going to Occupy Congress or the Federal Reserve? Go to the root of the problem, not the beneficiaries. The whole Occupy Wall Street movement is like the War on Drugs where the police focus their efforts on neighborhood crackheads and corner store drug dealers instead of going after those who supply the drugs in the first place……

-For the last time, Latino is an IDENTITY, not a Race. Next time someone tries to tell me that Manny Ramirez or David Ortiz aren’t black but Dominican, they are getting punch in the throat. Seriously, it’s getting really old and tiring trying to have this discussion with people. We’re damn near at the end of 2011, and people still don’t know the difference between Nationality/Identity and Race?

-Coming to the close of 2011 and I must say, my favorite Hip Hop album has got to be the Album which was put out by a very talented Hip Hop duo….No, I’m not talking about Kanye and Jay-Z and their Watch The Throne project (which I thoroughly enjoyed listening to), but it was the Motor City duo of Eminem and Royce da 5’9″ Bad Meets Evil’s Hell: The Sequel. I have never been a big fan of Eminem and have been a moderate listener of Royce, but this album, gets repeat play on my phone and in the car. It’s that good.

-I hate television shows that begin with a big BANG and follow up an amazing first season with a dud…..I’m looking at you Walking Dead. Seriously, WTF happened to you? Not since NBC’s Heroes, has a television program showed so much promise and excitement in it’s first season, only to follow up with a second season that not only disappointed fans, but completely pissed us off. I gave up on Heroes after season 2, which was a Hollywood Writers Strike shortened season BTW, but I seriously am losing interest in The Walking Dead and don’t think I will even watch once the show comes back from their mid-season hiatus after the new year. Perhaps I can finally read the comics which have been on my Touchpad for the last few months….who the hell am I kidding, I know I’ll watch when the show is back on, but it will be under duress.

Some quick takes:

-The NBA is still locked out….has anyone else really noticed? Just when I thought the Knicks were going to have a good year…..

– We’re just over 3 years from 2015. That’s the year Doc Brown and Marty McFly visited in Back to the Future II. Who wants to bet that Hollywood has a remake planned, set in 2015 where Marty McFly (Justin Beiber perhaps) travels back to 1985….you know its going to happen. BTW, I want my Hoverboard already DAMMIT! We already got the shoes!

-You have to be a special type of jerk person to wait in line on Thanksgiving night for Black Friday to officially open at 12am…

-Is it just me or does Ron Paul look like Magneto?

-In 2008 the Buffalo BILLS opened the season at 5-1 and gave their Hall of Fame coach, Dick Jauron, a nice contract extension….they finished the season at 7-9. This year, the Bills start off at 4-1 and give Ryan Fitzpatrick a new $59 million dollar contract…they are currently 5-5….coincidence?

Well, that’s it for now. I hope everyone has a great week and a great holiday if you celebrate. Until next time.

R.


PETA really needs to go away….like now.

I really think the time has come for PETA to finally come to terms with reality and understand that humans and animals are not equal. I mean, seriously, as an animal lover who owns a dog and just brought home a fish tank today, I really think it’s time for every decent person in America to finally call them out for their bullsh!t. If you didn’t have the chance to read the news story, PETA is suing SeaWorld for violating whales “Constitutional Rights,” invoking the 13th Amendment of the US Constitution, calling the capture and forced performance of killer whales in SeaWorld‘s parks a form of slavery. Yes, PETA believes a whale is more than 3/5th a man….

Look, I’m not a fan of a circus which deals with animals, nor do I get great joy out of going to the Zoo. In fact, whenever I see an animal outside what would be its natural habitat. In fact I actually feel a little guilty seeing some animals in captivity, however, there is no way I could ever, EVER look at the Primate World attraction at Lowry Park Zoo in Tampa and equate it to the slavery native Africans endured here in these United States of America. Doing so trivializes slavery and pretty much craps on just about every black person whose ancestors were held in bondage. This isn’t the first time the folks at PETA used horrorific examples of black history in America to spread their beliefs.

I wonder if PETA ever used images of the horrors seen in the Holocaust during World War II to spread their Pro-Animal, Anti-Human propaganda, if their ad campaign would have seen the light of day. Trust, if they ever did, the ACLU would have been all over them. However,  since the use of image like the one below shows black folks being lynched, it’s OK.

I understand, this attention whoring group of Animal Rights activists feel the need to spread their agenda, no matter how shocking or offensive it may be, however, it’s time for us all to call them out for their bullshit.  Seriously though, how can animals have rights when they are in no way of ever knowing or comprehending the “rights” they have?

I think my anti-PETA stance started with the way Michael Vick was treated during and after his dog fighting scandal. I’m no fan of Michael Vick and could never condone dog fighting, but the way the man was treated during his whole ordeal, one would have thought he was a serial killer.

Hell, there are players in the NFL right now that have committed worse crimes against humanity than Vick, however they never saw the same amount of protest or hate. Sadly, the reason behind this is PETA wants us all to believe that the killing of an animal is the same as the killing of a fellow human. Seriously PETA, STFU.

Having worked at a  TV news station in Buffalo NY, I was always annoyed at the amount of animal themed stories producers and reporters used to inject in our nightly newscasts. It really was disheartening, seeing dog and cat stories on a regular basis when there were so many stories concerning PEOPLE who went completely ignored. I’m willing to bet that a PETA activist would gladly step over a homeless man in order to save a rat from a trap, and that there is where the problem lies. People are more important than animals.

These PETA people need to understand, People come first. Like I mentioned above, I love animals, I just love people a whole lot more. My belief in the superiority of man over beast doesn’t necessarily fall on religious beliefs, I just feel it’s a natural one. Man is by far the most advance “animal” on this planet, thus our survival and lifestyle should be above all. Of course, I do believe animals should never be abused, and I’m even open to the closure of Zoos if in exchange we had open wildlife sanctuaries across the US. I just don’t think animals should have rights for the simple fact that they cannot comprehend and will never understand or practice them.

For PETA to simply equate the shame of Slavery to the unfortunate capture and captivity of killer whales in SeaWorld is just plain offensive and wrong. Any person with decency, regardless of “racial” background should be offended at this connection, however since PETA is using Black American history, the connection will be ignored and PETA will continue to crap all over the Black American Experience, because no one will even care.

The following is one of my favorite episodes of the Penn & Teller show Bullsh!t……and yes, PETA, you really are full of it.

Until next time,

R.


Our POTUS and the sanctioned murder of a Mad Dog…..

President Obama should be investigated and an impeachment proceeding should be started. Yes, I’m an Obama supporter who believes the question of his impeachment should be discussed. Before I get into who, what, when, where and why, I’d just like to point out that President Bush is a war criminal who should be brought up on charges along with Dick Cheney. Now that that’s out of the way, yes, I believe President Obama’s policies and recent actions should be looked at with a closer eye.

Whether it was naming himself as the Chair of the UN Security Council, the continued wire tapping of American citizens, the clear violation of the War Powers Act by sending US troops into Libya, the controversy and scandal over Fast and Furious (not the Vin Diesel flicks), and the military style murder, without a trial, of an American citizen, President Obama and his administration have continued to rip apart the US Constitution and govern as he sees fit. I’m in no way, shape or form a Republican, however, I call out BS when I see it, and the current administration is on some major BS, just like their predecessors. Who’s next, Iran? With the way things continue to go, it looks that way. The war drums are already starting, and our Nobel Peace Prize winning Commander in Chief is eager to make Iran pay for their recent “assassination attempt” which has drawn it’s own skeptics.

Moammar Gadhafi is dead. Another North African (or Middle East if you believe in that nonsense) despot has been murdered, and our very President has blood on his hands.  I know, I know, Gadhafi was killed by “rebels” who finally after 42 years of oppression stood up to their dictator and put an end to his madness…What is happening in Libya is another example of the so-called “Arab Spring” in full motion, thanks to the West, specifically American involvement.

Look, I’m no fan of Gadhafi, or Qaddafi, or Kadafi (seriously, what is the true spelling of his name?) and I’m sure he oppressed many people during his 42 year reign. However, the fact that the United States is supporting the removal and murder of world leaders, especially when these world leaders are in no way a threat to the people of the world, is criminal.

President Obama, the man who only 3 years ago I was so very proud of defending and supporting, Mr. Barack Obama, who had sold us a bill of goods covered with the “Hope and Change” label during the campaign trail back in 2008, Mr. Obama, who made people of color so very proud to finally see “one of us” make it to the White House, had us all saying My President is Black, and there was nothing racists could do about it…has let me down.

I have to ask the question though….Did they paint a black face on the presidency to sell us on the continued Military Industrial complex the United States has been under since President Eisenhower left office? I really am starting to believe the office of the presidency is nothing more than a figurehead position.

President Obama was supposed to be a different kind of President. He was supposed to end the wars, push the economy back towards a brighter future, and have us all covered with Universal health care. I knew many of these things were not going to happen over night, however, within the last 5 months or so, 3 countries in Africa had “revolutions” which can be tied to American involvement, and there doesn’t seem to be an end in sight. Freedom isn’t free, especially when it comes to American involvement. The poor people in Libya will soon understand this.

The American economy is still in the toilet, and with these so-called Occupy (Insert place here) Protests happening across the nation, the Democratic party is trying to co-opt the movement as a quasi anti-Tea Party/pro liberal counterpart to ensure a second term for our Commander-in-Chief. The Arab Spring is a farce, so is Occupy Wall Street. These protestors are being used and they don’t even know it.

It’s sad really. I wanted so hard to believe in President Obama. I want to believe that we can be great again, and the fact that the possibility of a Black man leading the nation back to greatness was a story even Hollywood could not have written. Well, Hollywood does like to write stories with Black Presidents, however those stories always have the Black POTUS in charge when the world has gone to crap….wait a sec…I see what you did there…Damn. Programming anyone?

There is still time, but slowly, it’s running out. We are just over a year from the 2012 election and although we don’t yet know who will challenge President Obama, there is a great possibility the GOP will just concede the 2012 election because similar to 2008 President Obama is playing chess while his opponents are playing checkers.

Make us believe again President Obama, Please. It was getting so difficult defending you and your policies that I completely gave up on doing it. Those of us who voted for you in 2008 chose you, so in a sense you are the Chosen One, however, I’m finding it very difficult to continue to cosign ad support the things you’ve done since you moved into 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue.

Until next time,

R.


Steve Jobs wasn’t just a Tech Guru…

He was also a dead beat dad whose company moved jobs (no pun intended) to overseas sweatshops, paying their employees pennies while overpricing and selling his products and laughing all the way to the bank.

Look, I know the cult of Apple has a lot of followers who will be crying in their black turtlenecks and faded blue jeans, but please, don’t make me have to like this guy. He was a globalist who didn’t give a dime to charity.

Before you get on me as being an Apple hater, I just want to mention that I am typing this on my MacBook. My wife also owns an iPod. I don’t hate Apple’s products, in fact, they make some of the best computing products ever. I just could never understand their cultish following, and now that their cult leader is dead I can’t help but wonder what the iCult will do now? The iSheep have lost their iShepherd.

Apple’s stocks may take a hit and I can’t help but wonder how the coming weeks or months will play out for the company, especially with yesterday’s “disappointing” announcement of the iPhone 5 iPhone 4s. Will Apple maintain their dominance? Is Steve Jobs death the opening Android and Windows needed to make up ground in their respective markets?

These are all questions which will be answered in the coming weeks and months. With the death of Jobs, I can’t help but shake my head (smh) at the way folks all over the interwebs are mourning his loss as if the man was a saint. It just wasn’t true. None of us are perfect, I understand this, but it was recently announced that Apple had more cash that the US government. The fact that Apple couldn’t be bothered to make a name for itself in the charitable world, feed the hungry, build schools, be a loving father, is inexcusable, especially when one as Mr. Jobs was in such a position to do so.

It would be irriesponsible for me to make an obituary post of Mr. Jobs and leave the blood both he and Apple have on their hands.

R.I.P. to all those in China who worked for Foxconn, building iPhones, iPads and other iDevices. A number of these poor (literally) folks committed suicide due to the production pressure of the job and the low wages (300 monthly). People need their iDevices, the demand is TOO DAMN HIGH. Someone has to make them, might as well use cheap labor.

The amount of suicides/attempts forced Foxconn to install “suicide nets.” They can’t have their workers dying on them, especially with the iPhone 4s on the way.

I wonder if this was approved by OSHA.

R.I.P. Mr Jobs, you were a Tech Genius, but you certainly were no hero to me.

By the way, an American Civil Rights Icon also died today, the Reverend Fred Shuttlesworth. If you’re an American, particularly a Black or brown American, whose life had a bigger impact on you, Steve or the Rev.?
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Until next time.

R.


The death of Facebook…..as we know it.

I had to do it…I had to pull the plug.

OK, so the title of this post is a bit misleading. Facebook isn’t dead, in fact, by the time you get around to reading this, the folks at Facebook will be rolling out their new Facebook Timeline format which has already created angst and excitement, depending on which side of the privacy coin one likes to be on. There is no doubt Facebook has become a new media force in today’s connected world. What other privately run company gets as much free publicity as Facebook? Name one (other than Twitter). Whether it’s your local or national news, entertainment shows, sports programs, various websites you may enjoy frequenting,….if it’s online or TV, it more than likely has a Facebook page, and these outlets are more than happy to promote their Facebook pages. And this here is where my problem with Facebook began to take root. Now before I get into the whole “I hate the new Facebook” rant, let me take a quick trip down memory lane and visit our old white T-shirt wearing, grinning friend, Tom.

Myspace will forever be linked to the social networking juggernaut we once knew as Facebook. You see, there was once a time when this social networking thing was completely new, and all the rage. Although Myspace wasn’t the first social networking site, it more than likely was the introduction to the social networking world for many of us in the mid-2000 post college crowd.  Through Myspace, many of us got a chance to reconnect with “friends” we hadn’t seen in years, find (stalk) exes, promote your modeling/acting/rap career and so on….

Tom during Myspace's heyday.

The functionality of Myspace was excellent. It was customizable to the point where it was the defacto cheap website for those who didn’t want to spend the money on a real website and domain name. Alas, good things always come to an end and a mass exodus started once the college only Social Networking site Facebook opened it’s access to the public. Myspace, now owned by News Corp became the online equivalent to my Rust Belt hometown. People left for the greener, simpler pastures of Zuckerberg’s Facebook. Poor old Tom never stood a chance.

I won’t get into the whole history of Facebook because if you really wanted to learn about it, you can always read The Accidental Billionaires or you could watch the EXCELLENT David Fincher film adaptation, The Social Network.

I was first introduced to Facebook back in 2008, just as I entered college to get my second degree, a BA in History. At the time, my younger brother was studying in Spain, and he convinced me to take a trip to Italy and meet up, after the semester was over. My entire trip to the Boot was documented on Facebook through posts and pictures. Although my brother and I were there, our friends and family were able to share in our experiences thanks to Facebook.

My brother Joe and I outside of the Coliseum.

Ridiculously dumb games like Farmville, Mob Wars and Farkle aside, Facebook was a great way to pass the time, keep in touch and make new “old” connections. However, every 6 months or so, the bright minds at Facebook would change formats, adjust how profiles looked, basically pissing off people who just got used to the previous versions of their layout.

Changes be damned, I stuck with Facebook. When my wife and I welcomed the birth of our daughter, Facebook was the first and only place my relatives in Australia had a chance to see the new baby Anastasio.

We really were all connected, just a few clicks away, which is why it was a little difficult for me to delete my Facebook account. I primarily kept my account due to my growing family, and with baby Rocky making his own debut into the world only two months ago, I had in mind to share his growth with my Facebook friends and family, similar to how we documented our daughters first year. However, due to the new “Timeline” format, I just don’t feel comfortable with sharing that much information.

My son, Rocco.

Facebook really is everywhere, and the fact that the new Timeline feature is using algorithms to build an online profile of you is really something I wanted no part of whatsoever.

Part of me feels like Mel Gibson’s character in “Conspiracy Theory,” thinking that everything under the sun is connecting our likes, our dislikes, fears, etc…all under the Facebook banner. People are really divulging too much of their personal information out there for the masses to see, and sadly, many don’t see anything wrong with it. I myself am guilty of this as well, however I felt like I had to take a stand.

Facebooks Timeline is going to put on display a complete history of our Facebook lives, and although I have nothing incriminating in my Facebook past, I just don’t see a reason for everything I ever wrote to be in full display, especially if it was something I deleted in the past. There are going to be an entire flood of people who are going to have their past scrutinized and miss out on jobs due to prospective employers doing a quick Facebook “background” check on them. We have most definitely entered the digital age, to the point where our digital lives will now interfere with our real lives. Can we separate our online lives from our flesh and blood reality? I wanted no part of it and just had to pull the plug. Yeah I know, most of everything we ever put on Facebook is probably saved in their cache, but hey, at least from today on, I have control of what I want people to see.

Although I’m sure many of my past Facebook friends and family may think it was an overreaction to delete my Facebook profile, I just felt like I needed to unplug. How many hours a day have you spent checking your profile? Is it worth it?

Until next time.

R.