My, Oh MySpace

This phenomenom of “social networking” websites certainly seems a lot odder when described by the mainstream media. To me and my friends, sites like Friendster and MySpace are harmlessly kooky ways to keep in touch and embarass each other with sarcastic tributary testimonials. They sound a lot more sinister when described by the AP in this wire story on a rash of statutory rape cases in Connecticut:

MySpace, one of several popular social networking sites, is a free service that allows people to create Web sites that can be personalized with information, pictures and movies. Searching for someone is as easy as typing the name of a high school and the photographic results are instantaneous.

Some teens keep their personal profiles scant, aimed only at their friends. Others describe their likes and dislikes, from the mundane to the profane, and encourage people to send them messages.

“That is a perpetrator’s dream come true,” said Middletown Police Sgt. Bill McKenna.

Worse is the news that Massachusetts’ recent gay bar murderer left behind a personal MySpace profile, as did the ex-girlfriend that he murdered. Both profiles, as of this writing, live on beyond the expiration of their authors. Hers more sympathetic for her role as victim, her vain attempts to disguise advanced age, a blog posting sarcastically titled “oh..yes…plz stalk me, i love it” (someone – perhaps the murderer – was attempting to log in and steal her identity) and the worried comment written by a friend (after she was already killed) saying simply “i love you Jenn! I miss you a lot. I hope everything will be okay =/. I love you.”

My friend, Alan Amalgamated, jokes (half-jokes, really) that when fascism finally comes to America, they won’t have to torture us to get us to name names. We’ve already done that, voluntarily, on MySpace. As it is, my coworkers use MySpace to research members of the bargaining unit during organizing drives and journalists, it seems, search for the names of criminal newsmakers there before going to press.

I really don’t like MySpace. I prefer Friendster, because it’s a simpler, cleaner way to maintain a collection of profiles of friends I rarely see, and the testimonials are more thought-out and composed for posterity. It’s silly, but it’s a silliness that I control and limit.

MySpace – pawn of Rupert Murdoch – is superficial, voyeuristic, utterly commercial and totally juvenile. It aims to be a totality of interweb activity: exhibitionist instant messaging, blogarhea, rate my photo whoredom, music and video filesharing – you name it. It’s your life, youngster, complete with corporate sponsorship. For Gahd’s sake. Get the hell out, before it’s too late!

Year Two

I posted my first blarg article one year ago, on February 2, 2005. This website has been a wonderful outlet, and I thank all of you who have joined as readers. The frequency of my postings has declined as of late. I’ve been a bit sidetracked by duck and the floozies, computer problems, an organizing campaign that’s heating up and my studies.

I find my two research projects, in particular, very exciting, and will try to keep you updated on them, in between my usual blatherings.

I trust you prefer longer periods of silence to pointless surveys and repetitive forwards…?

“It’s Educational!”

I’m back from Amherst and I’m really excited. The Master’s degree that I’m working towards seems so besides the point. I hate the idea of ever having to stop going to ULA. The real value of the program is the ability to step back from my day-to-day work and see the forest from the trees.

I found the Labor Education class that I took to be a stumbling, fumbling frustration for nine of the ten days. This morning, however, I think I came to an epiphany, while I sat quietly and reflected on the readings and discussions. It’s too soon to tell, but it might have been a life-changing event.

We read a lot about Myles Horton and the Highlander Folk School, the open learning center in the South that trained CIO organizers, Martin Luther King and Rosa Parks. In his book, “The Long Haul,” Myles talks about movement periods and organizational periods.

The movement period is when shit just happens because people are fed up and feel emboldened enough to take action on their own. For example, in the 1930’s, millions of people organized unions at their jobs. It is not an exaggeration that, all over the country, co-workers organized themselves, sat down, stopped production and then called the union office and asked, “Can you ‘organize’ us?” Today, however, we are clearly in an organizational period. We are working our asses off to try to preserve and build our existing union organizations. It’s very much official, legal and staff-driven. Organizers, like me and so many of my friends, go out to the shops to talk to workers and convince them why they should form a union. Even at our best, that model can only organize hundreds of thousands of people a year when we need to organize millions. We need workers to organize themselves.

Labor experienced a movement period in the 1930’s partly because of the Depression but largely because leftist rabble were well-educated by the Wobblies, the Commies, the Yipsels and the Debsies and well-placed throughout industry to educate, agitate and organize all those untold millions.

How do we replicate that organic learning that took place so that we can experience a new movement period?

The answer, I think, can be found in another lesson from Highlander: the Citizenship Schools of the civil rights era. The idea of the Citizenship Schools was remarkably simple: black citizens sit in the round and, drawing from their own experience and desires, teach each other to read and write in order to vote and be involved in the political process. At the end of each session, each participant could go out and teach the next class, allowing the program to multiply and grow as an organic movement, not as the project of a single organization.

We need citizenship schools for the workplace, with a long view for planting the seeds of the next movement period. This is not an original idea, and I can’t imagine that someone out there isn’t already doing this. If I find them, and they’re doing it well, I will join them. If not, my comrades and I should start something new. We are already having those initial discussions. I need to look and see what’s out there. I want to study the old Trade Union Education League. I need to check out Labor Notes and the Troublemakers School. I should look into Brazil and other Latin American education programs.

I want to find more people who are interested in moving in this direction to have more informal discussions and brainstorming sessions. In the meantime, as luck would have it, Hunter College is having a conference this weekend on popular education in New York City. I’ll be there for more field research.

In the Papers

Amherst is one of those funny, left-liberal college towns. The cover story of yesterday’s Springfield Republican had a hysterical sob story profile of some of the town’s poor maligned conservative minority.

“In Amherst, I can’t watch a production of ‘West Side Story’ but I can see the ‘Vagina Monologues’ at the high school and watch a junior throw up her arms like (Olympic gymnast) Mary Lou Retton and shout the c-word,” said fifth-generation Amherst resident Larry J. Kelley.

Meanwhile, back in New York, Newsday has begun trying to turn the public against next year’s citywide hotel strike. Our friend Kate Bronfenbrenner weighs in:

Hotel workers say they are not afraid to walk out. The last New York City hotel strike, in 1985, lasted 27 days. “This is a union that knows how to prepare a strike and knows how to win,” Bronfenbrenner said.