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Racist violence in the center of Moscow

December 12, 2010

It was actually happening within walking distance from where I live, but I wisely stayed at home yesterday. The neighbour called, cautiously asking me if I was going to brave the spectacle in my condition. That’s a negative.

And anyway, it’s not as if we need to see it happening. The pattern, by now, has become predictable. There’s rioting, there are the usual slogans, there’s the smashing of public property, and people who are deemed not white enough are attacked. Racist groups are claiming that their “reason” this time is the death of football fan Yegor Sviridov, ostensibly shot by another guy who’s, once again, not white enough (Sviridov’s widow has been quick to point out that she is outraged that her husband’s death is being appropriated in this manner, but it’s not as if any of the charming personalities who gathered on Manezhnaya yesterday would pay attention to her wishes).

Rashid Nurgaliyev, minister of Internal Affairs, initially said that those responsible for the Manezhnaya riot were “leftist radicals.” “GOOD GOD” said the internet. Politicians are so used to blaming “the left” for practically anything, that it seems that a bunch of the immediate statements in the wake of this debacle were made on autopilot.

Still, reading LiveJournal entries by the witnesses, I must say it’s important to recognize the actions of many police officers – particularly those that stood against the onslaught of racists on the metro, when groups of young men went around grabbing anyone who was not white, dragging them out of the trains and attacking them. Many people have pointed out that the police on the metro were outnumbered, but fearless.

In recent years, the powers that be felt that they could at least “deal” with the radical, racist right – at the very least, they were treated with less suspicion than all those annoying lefties who keep droning on about human rights and the like. As a system of brute force the radical right was viewed as manageable, perhaps even useful. Also, many political figures feel sorry for the radical right’s members, because they understand how disenfranchised these individuals were before they joined this movement. The nearly hopeless 1990′s were a fertile breeding ground for violent racism – the movement instilled ideals in a generation that was robbed of authority figures. With racism, they had something to hold on to, and someone to blame for their problems.

The events that transpired on Manezhnaya shock no one, of course. We all already know that the streets and the metro are not safe for ethnic minorities. We know that as much as racism, verbal racism in particular is found in all sectors of society (this is the phenomenon that’s responsible for the labeling of Slavic women as “sluts”, for example), it’s whiteness that affords a regular passerby the most safety and security. It’s why so many white people still believe that we can afford to be apathetic when a group of racists descends on a man whose only “crime” is looking too “dark” and daring to go about his business in public.

What people do forget about is the fact that racist groups also hate the government. Vladimir Putin? Why, he’s ” too soft”, “too insincere” – “he made that speech about Russia and Islam, doesn’t he realize that we normal people have nothing to do with that so-called religion?” (All direct quotes from a white power activist I had the displeasure of speaking to earlier this year) They want “proper” politicians – i.e. those who are hell-bent on the destruction of a multi-ethnic society (and the destruction of what is, by definition, Russia, in the process) and aren’t afraid to say it. They admire the power concentrated in the Kremlin, but can’t forgive that power for being too civilized. Political figures may think they can use the racists, but racist ideologues feel the same way about political figures.

Today, Manezhnaya is being furiously cleaned up (with many of the cleaners being, once again, ethnic minorities). Torn down holiday decorations will be fixed up soon. Lamps smashed in Okhotny Ryad metro will be replaced.

Fixing up society is another matter entirely.

But as far as symbols go, it’s important to send a message to the racists: you shouldn’t get to leave your mark on Moscow in this manner.

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Booty dance!

December 2, 2010

Russia will host the 2018 World Cup!…

…According to my calculations, if all should go well, my kid will be in the first grade by then.

OK, that’s a terrifying thought.

Back to booty dance!

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They way journalism should always be*

July 13, 2010

Here we have Spain’s captain, Iker Casillas, kissing his reporter girlfriend. You know, when Spain was stunned by Switzerland, a bunch of fans tried to blame HER for the loss, because she was in South Africa, reporting on the World Cup, and apparently her feminine wiles “distracted” Casillas into letting Spain score, right right right. Well, you know how I feel about BS like that. “Never mind what haters say, ignore ‘em till they fade away” – as the immortal genius of T.I. would have us know.

Love is beautiful. I love love. I love love even more when it has football stirred in.

* – OK, I exaggerate. But not by much. Not really.

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“I’ll never be the same – if we ever meet again. Won’t let you get away – if we ever meet again.”

July 8, 2010

♥

Sigh.

Now on to cheer for Spain in the final.

(Well, I mean, I won’t be upset if Holland wins either, it will be one of those finals for me – a good time either way – but Iker Casillas is still my secret lover.)

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“Secret lover” avatar

June 24, 2010

I have something to admit. I love the phrase “secret lover.” It’s so high school. It also comes in handy when expressing admiration, as in, “that Iker Casillas. What a career he’s had. He’s my secret lover.”

Keeping that in mind, I realized, recently, that one of my favourite paintings completely and utterly captures this phrase:

Picasso's The Dream... And if you take a close look, you'll see exactly what she's dreaming about. Hah.

Speaking of secrets – it’s pretty obvious that when I said that I am not watching the World Cup, I totally lied, right? Right?

Well, I mean, I did make the crucial choice between “sanity” and “football” last night, and ended up de-camping far outside Moscow, where I walked in a field and picked flowers and was told, obligingly, that I just need a braid and a long summer dress to pass for a Vasnetsov sketch.

Vasnetsov is a bit more wholesome than Picasso – but he’s got soul enough to be my other secret lover, for sure.

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I am SO not watching the World Cup that it’s not even funny

June 11, 2010

Do you see me? Do you see what I’m doing right now?

You don’t, so I am just going to tell you.

I am NOT watching the World Cup, that is what I’m doing.

I’m also not celebrating my birthday this summer, I’ve decided.

So there. That is my revenge on the world. Take that, world!

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Um, so the response to Elizabeth Lambert’s ponytail-yanking incident isn’t sexist or anything…

November 19, 2009

Elizabeth Lambert, a University of New Mexico football player (that’s soccer, to my fellow Americans – I think “soccer” is a stupid word and try to use it as little as possible, OK?), was involved in a pretty violent incident on the pitch and it wound up on YouTube. She was suspended from the team, and is seeking counseling. Now people are saying that she needs to be raped. And publishing her parents’ home phone number. I’m not kidding. Read the NYT piece on this.

Am I missing something here? Mike Tyson took a bite out of Evander Holyfield, and no one said he needed a good raping to make up for it. Wayne Rooney was seen practically stomping on Ricardo Carvalho’s balls, and no one said “hey everyone, let’s go harass Rooney’s family now.”

The truth is, bizarre, violent incidents take place in men’s sports all the time. I’m not saying that this is a good thing, I’m just saying that it happens. When you are feeling incredibly competitive, and are pumped up on adrenaline, you can lose control. Elizabeth Lambert lost control. And if she had been a dude, she would most likely not be getting crucified in public.

A woman’s public image must be demure. Or at least gentle. Or soft. Or beguiling. Or some crap like that. A woman who allows herself to get angry is a crazy bitch and needs to be taught a lesson. Anger is considered “unnatural” for women. It’s seen as an icky aberration. It must be corrected.

Remember the dude in “The Shining”? Talking about how he “corrected” his daughters? Yeah, it’s something like that. Only it’s real.

Do I think Elizabeth Lambert is a great feminist hero for doing what she did? No. It was a awful thing to do, and I realize it, and she realizes it, and everyone else realizes it too. Steps have been taken to ensure that it doesn’t happen again, and hopefully they’ll work. I don’t envy Lambert’s coach, because if and when this girl gets reinstated, there will be a tough trial period that inevitably follows as it is determined whether or not Lambert has her anger under control now. The miasma of bad publicity will hang over the team for a while, fairly or unfairly.

And yet, the people sending horrible insults and threats Lambert’s way don’t even have the half-excuse of sweating through a rough game. And if they want Lambert to examine her actions, they would do well to take a moment and examine their own. Let’s face it, aside from poor sportsmanship, Lambert is being criticized for not performing femininity correctly. She looks like she’d be really tough to handle. And that scares some people enough to bust out the torches and pitchforks.

Thanks to Alex for the link.

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That’s it. I’m never watching football again.

November 18, 2009

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While watching the Ukraine – Andorra game

October 15, 2009

I was seated next to some of the most incorrigible people imaginable. For example, I would have never noticed that one of the assistant referees was sporting an honest-to-God hard-on if it wasn’t for these people. I would have been blissfully unaware. Hard-ons are nice and all, but on the pitch, really? As you’re raising the offside flag?

For all we know, of course, there’s an entire kink associated with offside flags and their awesome power as, like, almighty extensions of the willie or something like that, and the ignorant are missing out.

The night ended well, though:

“And now that the score has reached 6 – 0, I propose that everyone on the team goes ahead and scores. And then the keeper can run out at the very end and score too.”

I tried to picture either Pjatov or Shovkovskiy doing that, and somehow, that ended up being funnier than anything else about the evening. Well, except for the hard-on.

I was wrong to stop watching football out of spite. A halfway decent football game on television opens up a portal that beams a certain atmosphere into any occupied space. It may be a tense atmosphere, it may be a “FUCK, I’M GOING TO  GLUE BEERMATS TO MY EYES AND PRETEND THIS ISN’T HAPPENING” atmosphere, but you never feel empty when football is on. And there is great spiritual wisdom in that. Maybe.

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Never a Zenit fan, Never an Arsenal fan – but Arshavin? God-daymn

April 22, 2009

And I mean it. God-daymmmn.

That’s it. I don’t think I have anything cleverer to say.

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