On Miranda

On Miranda

What I don’t get about this whole argument about whether terrorists or other criminals should be “Miranda-ized” is that the act of “reading someone their rights” isn’t what confers those rights upon them. The Fifth Amendment rights against self-incrimination and for counsel exist whether the suspect is told of them or not.

No person shall be held to answer for a capital, or otherwise infamous crime, unless on a presentment or indictment of a Grand Jury, except in cases arising in the land or naval forces, or in the Militia, when in actual service in time of War or public danger; nor shall any person be subject for the same offense to be twice put in jeopardy of life or limb; nor shall be compelled in any criminal case to be a witness against himself, nor be deprived of life, liberty, or property, without due process of law; nor shall private property be taken for public use, without just compensation.

There’s nothing in there about “unless we don’t tell you about this part of the Constitution.” These are rights that are supposed to be conferred on anyone involved in the American legal system, apart from the exceptions described in the amendment. Despite the eagerness for a regime oftorture and beatings of suspects, the act of informing them of their rights makes no actual change in their legal status; it’s the suspect’s knowing assent to incriminate themself or to act without counsel that affects that status.

The huffing and puffing about whether law enforcement should have to let them know they have those rights is only going to taint an enormous amount of prosecution evidence going forward. Assuming, of course, that we keep the Fifth Amendment around.

Luke

“I will come with you to Alderaan. There’s nothing for me here now. I want to learn the ways of the Force and become a Jedi like my father.”

Mother’s Day

Mom from the early '60s

Memory is a freakish thing. Barbara’s memories of her life are crystalline and she can bring up images from her childhood with crazy detail. My own are — much to my dismay, particularly as I get older — amorphous as a mist, leaving just a dew of feeling at times, with occasional hints of shadows hidden just beyond true sight. I wish I had the clarity of recall that she has; I know there are a lot of things for which I owe my mother that I will never remember, but even the things I do remember are a pretty long list.

Banned By Bogdanski

Big-time Portland blogger Jack Bogdanski can dish out the criticism but apparently has a thin skin when it comes the other way. I’ve been commenting at his site and submitting topics for consideration (including one that was picked up earlier this month) for several years.

He’s been pushing the story of the recent Reed College heroin overdose deaths and the subsequent warning to the college from federal and local authorities since a letter from President Colin Diver went out last week to students, faculty, staff, and alumni about how Renn Fayre would be impacted.

Reed has had more than its share of heroin deaths. There were a couple around the period I was there in the late ’80s, and there have been heroin overdose deaths in 2008 and 2010. So there’s definitely a subculture of heroin use at the school. But as I pointed out in comments on the posts, smack isn’t exactly conducive to getting through Reed. If you’re smart enough to get in there, you can probably manage to skate through (whether that will get you into graduate school is another story) but if you’re nodding off every day that’s not going to happen. Heroin has a pull for a certain type of “artistic” personality, and those people are going to be drawn to places like Reed more than they are to Lewis & Clark or Linfield.

That, by the way, appears to be where I stepped on Mr. Bogdanski’s toes. Despite my having acknowledged that Reed had a couple clusters of heroin deaths, Bogdanski accused me in one response of denying that Reed had a heroin problem. I reiterated a couple of my remarks disproving that assertion and said that where I disagreed with him was in the size of the problem, then added for comedic effect this comment from a college shopper’s forum that I came across at random, after noting that he worked for the competition (i.e. he is a professor of law at Lewis & Clark)

I’ve posted this before, but it was so strange, I’ll do it again. When we were visiting Reed we called L & C admissions office and asked for directions. The woman at the other asked where we were coming from, we said Reed College, she said, “Oh, that’s a much better school.” It made us wonder what the school really thinks of itself.

And that got me banned. I didn’t realize it right away, because I posted a comment in another, later thread, but when I tried to post something this afternoon on a completely unrelated topic:

Banned By Bogdanski

My earlier comments had also been deleted from the site.

The stupid thing is, the drug crackdown the US Attorney and Multnomah County DA and others want to use to bring Reed under their heel is just about the most inefficient waste of resources I can think of. Sure, they’ll keep people from smoking pot openly at Renn Fayre, but the kids who take acid or ecstacy or some other pills aren’t likely to be sharing them with random dudes showing up on campus who they’ve never seen before — and that stuff can last for hours. I don’t know what Bogdanski is smoking if he thinks that people are shooting up in public on the lawn in front of Eliot Hall, the only place a law enforcement presence is likely to make any difference. The powers-that-be will be able to strut around saying they’ve finally brought the druggie College under control; meanwhile the dealers will be working downtown Portland just like they do every single day. Sometime in the next decade, another Reedie will OD from heroin they bought within a few blocks of the Justice Center and the Hatfield Federal Courthouse. How will the DA and US Attorney pretend they’ve cleaned up the heroin problem at Reed then?

The Small Town People

Felipe (“The Indian Native American”) Rose and David (“The Construction Worker”) Hodo — two members of the Village People — were on NPR’s quiz show “Wait, Wait, Don’t Tell Me…” last weekend, doing creditable work on the celebrity-appearence segment titled “Really, really not your job.”

Despite their skills at answering questions, I practically fell out of my chair laughing when this email solicitation came through today:

Village People Tickets on Sale Saturday

Tickets go on sale Saturday, April 17, at 8 a.m. for the Blue & White Bash featuring Village People!

The Blue & White Bash will celebrate the 125th anniversary of Dakota Wesleyan University. Tickets are $30 for general admission or $320 for a reserved table of eight; tables are limited. Tickets will be available at the Corn Palace ticket office, by phone at (800) 289-7469 or (605) 995-8430, or online at www.cornpalace.com/shop/.

The concert will be on Saturday, Oct. 2, 2010, beginning at 7:30 p.m. with the DWU alumni quartet from the 1960s, The Highlanders, followed by Village People at 8:30 p.m.

For more information, go to www.dwu.edu/press/2010/mar26.htm.

Dakota Wesleyan — in the small town of Mitchell, South Dakota, a couple hours’ drive from Sioux Falls — is the alma mater of Sen. George McGovern, and the campus I visited when I went to the McGovern Conference several years ago. It’s about as unlikely a place as you might expect to run into the Village People, but you’ve got to give the bookers for the Blue & White Bash credit for thinking outside the box.

Where It All Began

The floor of our old living room

I noticed last week that there was a dumpster in front of the house Barbara and I (and her sister Lori) used to live in, just a few blocks away from where we moved to 20 years ago. It was a small, two-bedroom place, with a tub and no shower, a basement, and a yard the size of a small mattress; wedged between another house and a car battery shop. When I mentioned I used to live there to the guy out front of the place smoking a cigarette, he told me it was going to be back on the market soon.

Barbara and I walked past it on our way to the store on Sunday, and there was an estate sale going on. We hadn’t been in the place since May of 1990, and being snoopy we went in. I went back with her to get a couple of pictures, including this one of what used to be our living room (and where I slept when I first started to come to Portland “for concerts”), and Barbara went back for an additional trip because Lori showed up that afternoon.

The house was packed to the gills with stuff, despite the fact that people were buying things at a steady clip and the sale had been going on since Friday. We looked through omething as a memento of the woman who’d lived there after us for two decades, but the only thing Barbara wanted out of the pile was this “Hagar the Horrible” strip from the window in the front door. She’s not a “Hagar” fan, but she’d put it in the window herself in 1988 and the woman who’d bought the house had left it there ever since.

Very small lot

Becky’s Birthday

I don’t know how long now that I’ve been patronizing Fujin on Hawthorne. Not as long as Barbara and I have been customers at Hunan — because that dates from back when we were both working at Powell’s and I left there nearly twenty years ago — but it’s been a long time and I’ve probably been there more often because it’s close to home and where I had my office. Becky, one of the co-owners, had a birthday on Monday and I took her a card. This was my fortune:

An enjoyable vacation is awaiting you near the mountains.

We’ll see.

Red Cars

Not a picture of another smart car but another odd car that caught my eye: a Citroën Acadiane panel truck. There’s someone with a bunch of Citroëns closer in to the river on SE Belmont, and they were shopping at the Safeway on Hawthorne when this photo opportunity presented itself.

Literally

From a McClatchy Network version of a Los Angeles Times story about the coal ship that rammed into Australia’s Great barrier Reef:

Like other coral reefs, the Great Barrier Reef was built literally on the backs of small, colonial animals that make formations resembling tabletops, giant brains or elk horns.

Well, not “literally.” Corals don’t actually have “backs” except in the sense that they have a side facing away from you. The Times version currently online doesn’t include “literally.”