quarta-feira, 27 de janeiro de 2016

Terroristas islâmicos em África, Davos, Optimização Fiscal

Não há um dia sem que seja noticiado mais um atentado terrorista. É a guerra, uma guerra de outro tipo em todos os continentes, especialmente em África. 15 de Janeiro 30 mortos, incluindo um compatriota, num hotel em Ouagadougou. Mogadíscio, 21 de janeiro, pelo menos 19 mortos num restaurante. Os terroristas são radicais islâmicos. Em vez de me acostumar a estes horrores, tento entender a razão pela qual isto sucede.

Após uma busca pelos sites da web, jornais e revistas credíveis, parece ser uma realidade que a Arábia Saudita financia em África células de difusão do Wahhabismo, um Islão radical, rígido, intolerante, que aliena as mulheres e o pensamento Africano. No passado, em todos os lugares, cristãos e muçulmanos viviam em paz, respeitando-se uns aos outros. Hoje, instalou-se o ódio, lamentam muitos muçulmanos africanos que são também visados como Ocidentais. A Arábia Saudita financiou 50.000 imanes que se infiltraram em todos os lugares, até mesmo na Europa: escolas, universidades, mesquitas, clubes, etc. Basicamente, a Arábia Saudita está tentando recuperar o "delay", porque desde o século XIX, os missionários cristãos têm feito a mesma coisa, mas sem dinheiro. Um tipo de vingança islâmica... Acresce a isto a questão da pobreza gerada pela rotura da solidariedade tribal, o desemprego dos jovens, a corrupção das elites, as alterações climáticas, reunindo assim todos os ingredientes para radicalizar os mais vulneráveis. Numa reunião no Centro Internacional de Conferências de Genebra no passado dia 18 de Janeiro para discutir com a ONU e vários representantes da encíclica "Proteger a nossa casa comum” do Papa Francisco, o representante da Líbia, exclamou: "Será que o  Jesus dos cristãos não conseguia parar a corrupção? “.

Para a abertura do Fórum de Davos de 20 de Janeiro, a  ONG Oxfam ofereceu um "presente envenenado" sob a forma de uma revelação surpreendente. 1% dos mais ricos agora detêm 50,1% do património mundial e seu enriquecimento não irá beneficiar os mais pobres. Entre 2000 e 2015, a riqueza dos mais ricos aumentou de 44%... A Oxfam elenca várias razões, em que a principal se deve a um modelo económico, que é uma espécie de "fundamentalismo de mercado" que impede uma redistribuição mais justa e eficaz. A pesquisa realizada pela Oxfam num universo de 200 empresas mostra que 9 em cada 10 empresas entre os parceiros estratégicos do Fórum de Davos, estão presentes pelo menos  em um paraíso fiscal. A optimização fiscal tornou-se para as grandes companhias  uma pratica "legal" corrente, mas condenável porque priva os Estados dos países ricos e pobres de recursos essenciais para reduzir a desigualdade. A Oxfam, admite os notáveis avanços que permitiram reduzir para metade o número de pessoas que vivem abaixo do limiar da pobreza extrema, entre 1990 e 2010, mas a desigualdade aumentou em todos os países, o que impediu, no entanto, a 200 milhões de pessoas, sairem desta pobreza.

São estas desigualdades que devem ser combatidas, não os ricos. É um apelo lançado aos líderes de Davos para que eles ataquem estes obstáculos: Muitas multinacionais privam anualmente os estados, e, portanto, os cidadãos, de 100 a 200 mil milhões de dólares em receitas fiscais. Mais justiça fiscal reduziria o número de jihadistas. Um enorme desafio para os líderes africanos muitas vezes à nora.

segunda-feira, 11 de janeiro de 2016

The Ottoman caliphate, straddling two worlds

Abu Bakr al-Baghdadi’s barbaric outfit, Islamic State, promises to restore the caliphate. Does Baghdadi know what he is talking about?

The world’s longest-lived caliphate was pluralist and hedonist, according to the article below from the print edition of The Economist (Christmas Specials).


"ORHAN OSMANOGLU cradles a French handkerchief embossed with the letter H. “This is all I have left that’s my great-great-grandfather’s, the caliph’s,” he says. His family has fallen far since those illustrious days. Abdulhamid II lived in a palace, Yildiz, in the heart of Ottoman Istanbul; Orhan lives in a high-rise at the end of an Istanbul bus route. Europe’s royals flocked to caliphal functions, but when Orhan’s daughter married, Turkey’s present rulers stayed away. Worst of all, an Iraqi impostor has stolen the title his family bore for hundreds of years. Abu Bakr al-Baghdadi’s barbaric outfit, Islamic State (IS), promises to restore the caliphate. Does Mr Baghdadi know what he is talking about?

For 1,300 years the caliphs, or “successors”, prided themselves on developing the Islamic community the Prophet Muhammad left behind. The Ottoman Empire, which rivalled the Roman one in longevity, came to include not only the Middle East, but north Africa, much of the north Black Sea coast, and south-eastern Europe all the way to the gates of Vienna. Ruling from Istanbul, the caliphs kept polyglot courts, reflecting the multiple religions and races represented there. French was a lingua franca at the Ottoman court; Persian, Armenian and Arabic were also spoken.

The caliphs were far from doctrinaire. Abdulhamid II, who ruled from 1876 to 1909, was one of the more Islamist, but he loved music (forbidden by IS) with a passion. He grew up in a court where the princesses played a piano coated in gold leaf given by Napoleon III, and Layla Hanoum taught the princes the cello. On Thursday evenings he would accompany Sufi masters in reciting the dhikr (rhythmic repetition of the name of God), and his imperial orchestra would play Offenbach on the way back from Friday prayers at the mosque. At state banquets the orchestra would match each course to a different concerto, including some by “Pasha” Giuseppe Donizetti, Gaetano’s older brother, who was the court composer. The last caliph, Abdulmecid II, played the violin, entertaining a mixed audience of men and women at concerts.

Far from reading only the Koran and the Muslim Sunnah, Abdulhamid II had a taste for spy novels and Sarah Bernhardt, the greatest actress of her age, whom he brought several times to his private theatre. “In politics Abdulhamid was conservative,” says Suraiya Farooqi, a professor of Ottoman history at Istanbul’s Bilgi University. “In private, his tastes were distinctly Verdi.” The Ottomans paraded in the latest fashions, often imported from Venice. Photographs in the vaults of the old Ottoman Bank show their clerks in pristine English frock-coats. In 1894 the governor of Smyrna, now Izmir, even banned the baggy trousers worn by mountain zeybeks (militias) because he found them uncouth.

In their efforts to emulate other European rulers, the caliphs commissioned Europe’s leading architects to design new palaces. Abdulhamid II’s father, Abdulmecid I, abandoned the Topkapi Palace, perched on the heights overlooking the city, and moved to the Dolmabahce, a neo-baroque edifice with marble steps that were washed by the waves of the Bosporus. Passengers on liners sailing past could glimpse through the windows its crystal balustrades and its chandelier, the world’s largest, made in Birmingham. “The 19th-century caliph projected himself as a European emperor, like the Habsburgs or Romanovs,” says Mehmet Kentel, the head librarian at Koc University’s Research Centre for Anatolian Civilisations. Money was no object: Abdulhamid II’s descendants are seeking to recover a legacy, excluding his estates, that they estimate at $30 billion.

The iconoclasts of IS sledgehammer human likenesses; the last caliphs fashioned them. Abdulhamid II appointed Pierre Désiré Guillemet, a French painter, and his wife to establish the empire’s first arts school, and Fausto Zonaro, an Italian, as his in-house palace painter. Zonaro’s students included Abdulhamid II, whose paintings are still in the Dolmabahce. In “The Pondering” Abdulmecid II painted his wife Sehsuvar reclining, unveiled, reading Goethe’s “Faust” (pictured above). Another of his paintings, “Beethoven in the Harem”, depicts her unveiled again, playing the violin, with a trio that includes one of his Circassian consorts on the piano and a male accompanist on the cello. The setting, again, is continental, with European furnishings and a bust of Beethoven. Neither the orientalist fantasy of the harem nor the zealously segregated purdah of the capital of IS, Raqqa, are anywhere to be seen.

Nor was Western culture confined to the palace. Abdulmecid I hired two Swiss architects, the Fossati brothers, to renovate the Hagia Sophia—the former seat of the Patriarch of Constantinople that became a mosque and is now a museum—installing a gallery for non-Muslims to observe the worshippers below. They designed the country’s first opera house, its first university and new law courts, which are still in use. A Greek architect, Nikolai Kalfa, designed Abdulhamid II’s favourite mosque, Yildiz Hamidiye. So many playhouses, shadow-theatres and concert halls surfaced in the city that “The Encyclopaedia of Istanbul Theatres” fills three volumes. Despite traditional opposition to football, the last caliph’s son, Omer Faruk, was president of Istanbul’s premier team, Fenerbahce, while the city was under British occupation.

Under the 19th-century caliphs, Istanbul became “a metropolis of modernisation”, says Philip Mansel in his book, “Constantinople: City of the World’s Desire, 1453-1924”, which spans the five centuries the Ottomans ruled the city. The first official newspaper, Moniteur Ottoman, appeared in 1831, first in French and then in Ottoman Turkish, as well as Greek, Armenian, Persian and Arabic. Abdulhamid II Westernised oriental concepts of time by erecting clocktowers across his empire, often at the entrance to mosques. He furnished Istanbul with an underground metro, the second in Europe. And he introduced the telegraph, an intelligence service and a rail network. The first Oriental Express steamed from Paris to Constantinople in 1889, almost two decades before the Ottomans completed their pilgrimage railway to Medina.

Ottoman attitudes to religiosity could be disarmingly liberal, too. The caliphs maintained multi-tier legal codes for their different communities. From 1839 Abdulmecid I revamped the legal system, introducing secular law alongside sharia. He gave non-Muslims equal rights with Muslims, abolished the right of the sultan to execute members of his court without trial, banned the slave trade and allowed the opening of taverns, which filled with European painters and composers on court stipends. Diplomatic diaries from the time record caliphal scions enjoying a tipple, particularly of drinks that had not existed in the Prophet’s time and were therefore, according to more liberal readings, permitted. Mahmoud II was spotted sipping champagne at society balls.

Enjoying a tipple

Such practices were not aberrations. Drinking was a fundamental part of the pre-Ottoman early medieval caliphal courts, particularly Tamerlane’s, says Hugh Kennedy, a professor of Arabic at London University’s School of Oriental and African Studies, who is writing a book on their wanton ways. The greatest caliph of all, Harun al-Rashid (786-809), presided over an intellectual awakening and oversaw the translation of Greek Sophists in his House of Wisdom in Baghdad, but also partied with his debauched bard, Abu Nawwas, who composed drinking ditties as well as some of the Arab world’s finest classical verse. Drunken dervishes roam “The One Thousand and One Nights”, compiled during his reign.

Occasionally puritans howled. Caliph Walid II was killed in 744 after allegations he had organised drinking parties in Mecca. But dissolution was mostly taken as par for the course. Selim II (1566-75), who conquered Cyprus and Tunisia, died in a drunken stupor, after smashing his head on his Turkish bath.

Abu Bakr al-Baghdadi: less Goethe and champagne

For all that, the caliphs could be profoundly reverential. They saw themselves as defenders of the multiple faiths that sought their protection, not just Islam. When Spain’s Christian rulers expelled their Jews, Bayezid, the then-caliph, sent boats to rescue them. Istanbul was an Armenian and Orthodox capital as well as an Islamic one. (In the Ottoman army, too, Iraqis fought alongside Albanians and Chechens.) Obedience was expected: Abdulhamid II is reputed to have slaughtered 30,000 Armenians to suppress a revolt around Adana, on the north-eastern Mediterranean. But those who proved docile and useful were welcome, whatever their origin. Abdulhamid II’s foreign minister for a quarter-century was Armenian, as were the architect of his palace and the designer, along with Jean-Paul Garnier, of the clocktowers that became his hallmark across the empire.

Sisli’s Darulaceze, the hospice for the homeless Abdulhamid II built in 1896, is easily missed. A highway zips past above the Golden Horn, too fast to catch the golden Arabic herald over the mahogany doors. But for those who pause there, the long courtyard shaded with cypress trees offers not just an escape from modern Istanbul’s frenzy but a time capsule of caliphal values. It contains a mosque to the south, and a church and a synagogue, with stars of David, to the north. Even as Orthodox Christians and Zionists were seeking to slough off Ottoman rule and govern themselves, the caliph was still building them holy places.

Ultimately, of course, the caliphate, along with eastern Europe’s other dynastic empires, the Habsburgs and Romanovs, was dissolved. After the first world war the British and French occupied Istanbul, along with all the caliph’s remaining Arab lands. Turkish nationalists under Mustafa Kemal, an army general, took the Anatolian rump that remained. Had Russia not fallen prey to its own revolution, its army too might have held eastern Anatolia.

By that point, the caliphs were powerless. In 1923 Mustafa Kemal abolished the Ottoman Empire, proclaimed a republic and made himself president. A year later he abolished the title of caliph. Even a titular role was too threatening for the republicans—and for the British, who feared that a Muslim revival in the Middle East might have repercussions for their rule in India. He stripped the imperial family of its Turkish nationality and possessions, took the Dolmabahce for himself and went on to proclaim himself “Ataturk”, father of the Turks.

Turkish history books ridiculed the country’s former leaders as anti-Western, anti-women, tyrannical and obscurantist. The family lived in penury, strewn across the world. Two became taxi-drivers in Beirut; another played the zither in Lebanese nightclubs. Only half a century later, in 1974, did Turkey let the first male relatives back. Mr Osmanoglu returned from Damascus, recovered his Turkish nationality in 1985, and opened an import-export business trading with bits of his forefathers’ former empire. When Hosni Mubarak was toppled in Egypt, thugs broke into the ports and pillaged his containers, leaving him bankrupt.

Recently, under the Islamist-leaning president, Recep Tayyip Erdogan, Turkey has seemed to relent a little. Textbooks are less derisive. State television sometimes shows interviews with members of the clan. Mr Erdogan is pushing the country to reconnect with its Ottoman past. “Over the last decade people have begun to respect us more,” says Mr Osmanoglu. The day your correspondent met him he had come from Bursa, a four-hour drive away, where he had taken part in the opening of the mausoleum of Murad II, an ancestor who ruled in the 15th century, before the Ottomans had even taken Istanbul. Still, he worries about raising his profile too much, lest Mr Erdogan covet the caliphate for himself. “If the Christians can have their pope, why can’t we have our caliph?” asks the curator of Abdulmecid II’s study in the Dolmabahce.

Mr Osmanoglu has toyed with forming a political party, if only he had the money. The last Ottoman leader stood for election in 1922, he notes, winning office for the first time in six centuries by the people’s formal consent. Perhaps, he says, a little nostalgia for the family and the stability they brought the region remains.

In one of his last paintings, Abdulmecid II depicted a history tutorial. On the table lies a map of Rumelia, today’s Balkans. The tutor covers his face with his hand, too grief-stricken or embarrassed to account for its loss. A ginger-haired girl stares at the map and a boy in a starched collar, cravat and suit points at it, determined to win it back. Beneath the frame, the caliph has added the caution: “Forget those who have caused you personal problems, but don’t forgive the insult to your homeland.”

When Mustafa Kemal dissolved the caliphate, the guards sent to give the household their marching orders are said to have found the caliph in his study beside his easel, perusing volumes of his favourite magazine. It was La Revue des Deux Mondes, exemplifying the Ottoman knack for straddling two worlds that has created such problems ever since. Within 24 hours he had boarded the Orient Express at Stambouli station, heading west to Europe."

sexta-feira, 8 de janeiro de 2016

O sucesso de Humans of New York (HONY)


Humans of New York
Arts/Humanities Website · 16,368,106 Likes · September 3 

“Today’s his tenth birthday. He’s a very emotional young man. He likes to solve other people’s problems. One time when he was five years old, he came with me to the store and we bought two pounds of fresh apricots. I let him carry the bag home. He walked a little bit behind me the entire way. After awhile, I asked him to hand me an apricot. ‘I can’t,’ he said. ‘I’ve given them all away.’ I knew then that I was raising a humanitarian.”
(Tabriz, Iran)

602,437 Likes · 15,190 Comments · 44,237 Shares

O post acima, colocado em Setembro de 2015 na página do Facebook dos HONY (Humans of New York), mereceu um comentário de Barak Obama: “What an inspirational story,” escreveu ele. “One of the most fulfilling things that can happen to you as a parent is to see the values you’ve worked to instill in your kids start to manifest themselves in their actions – and this one really resonated with me. I hope this young man never loses his desire to help others. And I’m going to continue doing whatever I can to make this world a place where he and every young person like him can live up to their full potential.” ( O post foi verificado pela página do Facebook da Casa Branca e assinado “-bo ,”, convenção estabelecida pela Casa Branca sobre as contas de Barak Obama nas redes sociais, quando uma mensagem ou post vem directamente de Obama). [‘Humans of New York’ photographer finds humans of Iran]

Todos entendemos a relevância de um comentário nas redes sociais do presidente do país mais poderoso do planeta, e no caso concreto no HONY 


Brandon Stanton, à direita, criador dos Humans of New York blog, mostrando a Luis Torres, 63, a fotografia que lhe tinha acabado de tirar em Outubro de 2013 (Kathy Willens/AP)

O blog Humans of New York (HONY) tem uma história singular. Brandon Stanton era um estudante de história da Universidade de Geórgia, quando fez uma aposta de $3.000 como o Obama ganhava as presidenciais.Stanton ganhou duplamente. Além de ganhar a aposta, também chamou a atenção de um amigo, que o ajudou a obter um emprego na área financeira em Chicago.



Brandon Stanton, criador do  Humans of New York blog, mostra uma imagem que recolheu de homem chamado Carl em Fevereiro de 2013 em Nova Iorques (Stan Honda/AFP/Getty Images)

Passado algum tempo, Stanton foi despedido, não sem antes comprar uma câmera DSLR. "Em vez de atualizar o meu currículo e ir à procura de um novo trabalho, decidi esquecer o dinheiro e fazer algo que eu gostava de verdade", escreveu ele. Mudou-se, então, para Nova York e lançou um ambicioso projeto: tirar 10.000 retratos a pessoas comuns. De início as coisas não correram bem. Os indivíduos eram cautelosos e as mulheres achavam que ele era um patife.


Humans of New York
Arts/Humanities Website · 16,368,106 Likes · July 26 

“Serving in the army, you can say that I was a pawn in another person’s game. But you can say the same thing about someone that works at JP Morgan. Sometimes it seemed like the elites were playing chess with our lives. They trained me to jump out of planes and kill people. I didn’t have anything against the Iraqis. I wasn’t fighting against them. I was fighting to get home to my family. So was I a pawn? Maybe. But if it weren’t for the higher-ranking people in the military who saw potential in me, and encouraged me to get an education and become a leader, I’d never even have achieved broad enough horizons to ask these types of questions.”

233,826 Likes · 4,687 Comments · 8,800 Shares

Os primeiros tempos foram muito difíceis, e Stanton escreveu no Reddit AMA de 2013. “Ao cabo de seis meses estava sem dinheiro, tinha feito milhares de fotos, não conhecia ninguém em Nova York, e ninguém me estava a prestar atenção. Cada vez que eu falava da situação em que me encontrava, começava a chorar. Eu estava a trabalhar no projecto HONY todos os dias, sem parar. Passou um ano e não tive qualquer êxito.

"Os primeiros tempos do HONY foram solitários como o inferno. Porquê continuar? Eu estava obcecado. Eu tinha a certeza que o HONY era uma excelente ideia e acreditava que tinha que haver uma maneira de fazê-lo funcionar. Só me sentia feliz  quando estava a fotografar. Era quando parava que me sentia triste. O meu primeiro Natal em Nova York foi momento mais triste da minha vida. Eu não me podia dar ao luxo de ir a casa. Passei os dias antes do Natal a fotografar para afastar o sentimento de solidão. Na véspera e no dia de Natal estive o tempo todo a tirar fotografias.”

Cerca de um ano depois, no entanto, ele começou a ter algum sucesso. Stanton desenvolveu um séquito de amigos no Facebook, de seguida, amigos de seus amigos, para depois ter gente que lhe era completamente estranha. Lenta mas seguramente, as suas contas no Tumblr e Facebook começaram a ganhar adeptos. O seu primeiro grande impulso chegou em Fevereiro de 2013, quando o fundador do Tumblr, David Karp comentou que a HONY era sua página favorita Tumblr.


Humans of New York
Arts/Humanities Website · 16,368,106 Likes · May 7 


“My mom left me with my grandparents so she could prepare a way for us in America. But my grandparents passed away, so I came to America before my mother was ready. There were eight of us in one apartment. In my mind at the time, I thought that if I began to misbehave, I’d be sent back home. So one day I got in a fight at school, and when the teacher tried to restrain me, I hit her with a chair. I was only nine years old, but from that moment on, I became a system baby. My mo..."


215,421 Likes · 3,744 Comments · 7,920 Shares

"Basicamente, este jovem aspirante a fotógrafo mudou-se para Nova York com o sonho de fazer dez mil retratos", disse Karp. "Esse era o sonho: queria tirar dez mil retratos de alguns interessantes e incrivelmente mundanos nova-iorquinos a fazer as suas rotinas diárias em Nova Iorque, ou fazendo as coisas mais estranhas, de uma forma regular." Em outubro, Stanton atingiu 1,5 milhão de seguidores no Facebook.

Mas a fama viral do HONY não se deveu ao comentário de Karp ou mesmo à qualidade das fotografias do Blog (que têm melhorado ao longo do tempo, à medida da experiência adquirida por Santon, bem com à utilização de melhor equipamento). Foi devida a Stanton. Provavelmente, sem se aperceber disso, o seu sorriso de criança, a sua capacidade de pôr as pessoas à vontade, permitiu-lhe uma grande aproximação às pessoas e tirar delas as suas histórias mais intimas.


Humans of New York
Arts/Humanities Website · 16,368,106 Likes · June 28

Num discurso de 2014, Stanton disse que sua "vantagem competitiva", foi a sua "energia" e talento para "encarar uma atmosfera de receio, estranheza e desconforto, transformando-a num ambiente de intimidade, onde as pessoas se sintam confortáveis para falar delas num curto período de tempo.

"A maneira que eu descobri para conseguir isso foi apenas fazer 10.000 vezes e ficando em baixo de forma, abatido, derrotado", disse ele. "De nenhuma maneira eu sou o melhor fotógrafo do mundo, de forma nenhuma eu sou o melhor jornalista do mundo, mas eu aproximei-me de mais de 10.000 pessoas nas ruas do que é estereotipo ... de uma das cidades mais frias no mundo e pedi para tirar a fotografia a cada um deles. Então, julgo, que nessa época eu poderia ser apenas o melhor do mundo, conseguindo parar as pessoas aleatoriamente na rua, e levá-las a deixar tirar a sua fotografia.“

Nos últimos dois anos, HONY  “explodiu”, subindo de 1,5 milhões de seguidores no Facebook em outubro 2013, para 9 milhões em 2014, e 15 milhões em 2015. Este numero é o dobro do número de pessoas que realmente vivem em Nova York. O HONY é utilizado em aulas de jornalismo como um exemplo de como atrair os leitores, e um livro com uma colecção de posts de Stanton tornou-se quase instantaneamente um best-seller. Nos últimos anos, ele saiu de Nova Iorque e tem muitas vezes fotografado pessoas no estrangeiro (fez há pouco tempo a sus segunda viagem ao Irão), traindo o nome de seu blog, mas não seu espírito.

O estilo do HONY tem desempenhado um papel central no seu sucesso. Um post normal ou uma “história” como Stanton os designa, é composto de um retrato de uma pessoa - às vezes aparentemente normal e outras vestidas de uma forma bizarra ou que exerçam uma actividade estranha como cobrando pela fotografia em frente à câmara -  adicionada de uma pequena e concisa nota sobre a pessoa.


Humans of New York
Arts/Humanities Website · 16,368,106 Likes · August 14 ·


"We have located the woman from yesterday's post, and are in contact with her. We also have someone in Lahore who is going to help connect her with those who wish to help. In order to streamline that process, we created a new email account for all such offers. She is hoping for someone who can help connect her with services, as opposed to cash donations. If you believe you can help this woman with accommodation and/or medical treatment, please email: honypakassist@gmail.co..."


"É a justaposição de retrato com a citação - algumas pungentes, algumas enviesadas, outras engraçados - que soam", escreveu Tim Dowling no Guardian. "Muitas vezes não se tem toda a história - num, um palhaço com um coelho no seu ombro diz simplesmente:" Eu estou sob muita pressão "- apenas com algumas palavras transforma-se um estranho num ser humano”

Mas esse mesmo estilo atraiu também um número de detratores, e Stanton esteve enredado em várias controvérsias durante sua ascensão ao estrelato das redes sociais.

A primeira crítica ao blog surgiu em agosto de 2014, numa crítica mordaz no Gawker: "The result has been a steady stream of clickbait," Daniel D'Addario argumentou que Stanton reduziu as pessoas a "caricaturas", especialmente as pessoas de cor. As suas histórias: "exist to fulfill stereotypes; the evidently rich fellow gets to brag about his achievements, the nonwhite woman gets to complain about her lot in life.", acrescentou ele.

A crítica condenatória foi tão viral como qualquer uma das histórias de Stanton. Alguns comentadores disseram que estavam “suspicious of how he gets stories out of people.” Outros retiraram potshots da sua câmera fotográfica cara e comentaram: What kind of underdog has $5000 equipment?”

Mas o texto da Gawker não beliscou o crescimento da fama do HONY ou retardou o seu crescimento. (O seu número de seguidores no Facebook quase duplicou desde do início da publicação). Stanton também foi questionado várias vezes com perguntas sobre a proveniência do dinheiro que recebe. Ele tem usado frequentemente o seu blog para lançar campanhas de angariação de fundos para seus temas, como $ 318.530 para as vítimas do furacão Sandy, $ 32.167 para que um miúdo pudesse montar a cavalo e quase $ 1.5 milhões para que as crianças de Brooklyn fossem visitar Harvard. A última campanha rendeu-lhe um convite para a Casa Branca.

A maior controvérsia surgiu no início do verão do ano passado, quando Stanton foi acusado de violar práticas jornalísticas. A 03 de julho no HONY apresentava um miúdo de escola a chorar com a seguinte citação: "I'm homosexual and I'm afraid about what my future will be and that people won't like me"

Era uma imagem poderosa, que atraiu comentários de apoio de gente ilustre dos EUA, como Hillary Clinton e Ellen Degeneres.  Mas o post também recebeu severas críticas severas. Num artigo intitulado "Everything Wrong (Including Yes, Journalistically) With the HONY Gay Schoolboy Photo", o site BagNews cascou forte e feio na história de Staton.

Um espectador tem uma determinada expectativa perante uma fotografia. Do ponto de vista de um editor de fotos, há questões que vêm imediatamente à mente quando se olha para esta foto. Qual é o contexto desta citação? Qual foi o resto da conversa? Foi uma atitude responsável (e / ou ética) de Stanton colocar um post numa foto de uma criança em que o jovem diz que é "um homossexual?" Onde estavam os pais desta criança? Quem, o quê, onde e quando, que são as questões básicas de uma foto, quando publicada em público, ainda mais com a relevância, de abordar um tema ainda sensível para muitos? Nenhuma dessas perguntas podem ser respondidas apenas olhando para a fotografia e a citação 

O comentário de Obama, provavelmente não vai ajudar Stanton a sair por cima da polémica, mas o blogger parece ter aprendido a lição do desastre de julho. Desta vez, quando uma das pessoas mais poderosas do mundo comentou o seu post, ele não respondeu a agradecer. Mas milhares de outras pessoas o fizeram, provando mais uma vez o poder surpreendente de um blog de fotos que, começou por um capricho de um desempregado de vinte e poucos anos de idade.

quarta-feira, 6 de janeiro de 2016

Paul Bley - R.I.P.





Paul Bley, the Montreal-raised pianist and giant of free Jazz has died at the age of 83, on January 3, 2016 at home with family at his side. The news was revealed last Monday.

To remember him, the standard "Everytime we say goodbye", from the album "Diane", Chet Baker and Paul Bley, recorded in 1985.

Charles Mingus died on this day in 1979.




His masterwork, “Epitaph,” a composition which is more than 4000 measures long and which requires two hours to perform, was discovered after his death. With the help of a grant from the Ford Foundation, the score and instrumental parts were copied, and the piece itself was premiered by a 30-piece orchestra, conducted by Gunther Schuller, in a concert produced by Sue Mingus at Alice Tully Hall on June 3, 1989, ten years after Mingus’ death.

The New Yorker wrote that “Epitaph” represents the first advance in jazz composition since Duke Ellington’s “Black, Brown, and Beige,” which was written in 1943. The New York Times said it ranked with the “most memorable jazz events of the decade.” Convinced that it would never be performed in his lifetime, Mingus called his work “Epitaph,” declaring that he wrote it “for my tombstone.”

domingo, 3 de janeiro de 2016

Epílogo

Playa de la Roqueta:
sobre la piedra, contra la nube,
entre los aires estás, conmigo
que invisible respiro amor en torno tuyo.
Mas no eres tú, sino tu imagen.

Tu imagen de hace años,
hermosa como siempre, sobre el papel hablándome,
aunque tan lejos yo, de ti tan lejos hoy
en tiempo y en espacio.
Pero en olvido no, porque al mirarla,
al contemplar tu imagen de aquel tiempo,
dentro de mí la hallo y lo revivo.

Tu gracia y tu sonrisa,
compañeras en días a la distancia, vuelven
poderosas a mí, ahora que estoy,
como otras tantas veces
antes de conocerte, solo.

Un plazo fijo tuvo
nuestro conocimiento y trato, como todo
en la vida, y un día, uno cualquiera,
sin causa ni pretexto aparente,
nos dejamos de ver. ¿Lo presentiste?

Yo sí, que siempre estuve presintiéndolo.

La tentación me ronda
de pensar, ¿para qué todo aquellos:
el tormento de amar, antiguo como el mundo,
que unos pocos instantes rescatar consiguen?
Trabajos de amor perdidos.

No. No reniegues de aquello.
Al amor no perjures.
Todo estuvo pagado, sí, todo bien pagado,
pero valió la pena,
la pena del trabajo
de amor, que a pensar ibas hoy perdido.

Es la hora de la muerte
(si puede el hombre para ella
hacer presagios, cálculos).
Tu imagen a mi lado
acaso me sonría como hoy me ha sonreído,
iluminando este existir oscuro y apartado
con el amor, única luz del mundo.

Luis Cernuda, Desolación de la Quimera (1962)