Lang A blog: September 2014

Sunday, September 28, 2014

What's in a name?

Bradley Eudore Wilhelmy Jr.

My name doesn't have much significance in the sense that it doesn't mean anything. I was named after my dad, hence the junior, and my/our middle name comes from my great uncle. I don't really like my middle name, it's too weird and doesn't fit me very well as I don't relate to much of my French heritage. Although I'm impartial about my name, it would be odd having to choose a new one. For Catholic conformation I had to pick a saint's name to be confirmed under and it gave me a chance to name myself, which was a lot more difficult than it sounds. I ended up choosing Luke, patron saint of doctors, because that's what I want to be in the future, and I didn't like the sound of Thomas Aquinas the patron saint of students.
A time when I have been part individual and part of something more has been lacrosse. As a defensemen, I often hear one of the best things you can do is go a whole game without someone yelling your name, because that means you didn't mess up. However, this situation translates to more than on the field. In class, I'm an individual, but also a representative of Millbrook lacrosse and often the only thing teachers have to base their opinions of our program off of. This can be troubling as I want to have a good time and mess around in class sometimes, but have to remember that I'm always representing a whole team, whether I want to be or not. Even further, this applies to outside of school when I wear something Millbrook lacrosse related. Our coaches tell us we're being ambassadors of our program when we're doing this, and our individual actions reflect our entire team to the outside world.

Sunday, September 14, 2014

"Othering"

Changing Lenses is the product of an ongoing conversation between eminent sociologist Doug Hartmann, Ph.D. and myself. In each post, we exchange what’s seen behind a camera lens and what’s seen through a sociological lens to get at the diversity of perspectives and cultivate a unique look at the human experience. Below is my perspective. Read Doug’s reaction here.
We are the Other - Bobby & Reggie, Minneapolis, Minnesota (2012)
Last November Bobby Hull opened the door of his modest home to a young Occupy Wall Street activist who was canvassing the neighborhood. She asked him if he knew anyone with foreclosure problems. Bobby, a 57-year-old plasterer and former Marine who had fallen behind on his mortgage after a series of health problems, said, “You’re looking at one.”
Three months later Bobby’s plight has gone national, becoming the forefront of the Occupy Homes movement with coverage from ABC News and the Huffington Post. On February 17th, 2012, his house was the center of a block party “Foreclosure Free Fest” that drew 300 supporters throughout the night, with a line-up of well-known local musicians who performed in his small living room and on a stage in his front lawn.
There were many that night that he didn’t know, but in this photo he’s sitting (on the right) talking to Reggie, who he met in the 7th grade. They both grew up in South Minneapolis. “We ran the neighborhood,” says Bobby. “We fought each other and fought everyone else. But that’s the way it was, you beat someone up and they end up your best friend.”
Bobby, one of nine children, has been in this house since his mother bought it in 1968. She ended up adopting five more before she passed away New Years Day in 1999. Bobby helped raise 47 nephews and nieces. “They all call me mean uncle Bob,” he says. “Children like discipline. It’s a sign of love.”
Having this kind of support seems miraculous to Bobby. “It’s like I fell in the mud and can now come up for clean air all the time.” According to a post six days go in the Huffington Post, Bank of America has offered him a mortgage modification that will allow him to keep his home, thanks partly to the Occupy movement.

Wing Young Huie. Minneapolis, Minnesota. 2012.
Upon the first glance, the viewer may notice several things about this photo. First, the men are grouped on each side of the image by race, and the African-American men appear to be "the others" as they are on the side of the room without a wall behind them, implying they are the ones who entered and do not stay there. Secondly, the men in the center are sitting facing each other in a seemingly confrontational manner and the other two men are both standing behind the other as a kind of reinforcement. However, upon closer inspection we see some of these are the opposite. The men are seated facing each other at an angle, which to men is usually a body language symbol for trust and familiarity to be side to side or close to that. Also, reading the description gives away that they are in fact life long friends, and instead of arguing they are trying to find out how to keep one of their houses from foreclosing.

Both Margaret Atwood and Wing Young Huie create "othering" by using color and form. In The Handmaid's Tale social classes/positions are shown by a uniform given a specific color, such as red for the handmaids. This is also shown in the photo by Huie where the different races are split apart and the men on the left are wearing brighter colors and hats. In comparison, only Huie tries to highlight the way the audience others one group by the way he laid out his photograph. By placing the men the way they were, he forms the contrast of races and tries to show the viewer how he/she automatically notices the differences between them and question the way they other one group of people. On the contrary, in The Handmaid's Tale the othering done by Atwood is meant to be seen as a part of society and not noticed. She does this to emphasize how we may not question a societal norm even if it seems overtly, shown by how the reader just excepts the different positions given to women in THT.