The politics of poverty

The Florida legislature hasn’t accepted the Medicaid expansion either but Mississippi is a test case for lunacy. The poorest state has the poorest citizens. And no one gives a damn about them because they’re poor and won’t vote for GOP candidates. Democrats tut-tut at Kansas, but no other state has so successfully embodied what a GOP vassalage looks like in 2014. Overweight citizens without recourse to healthcare, voting against their interests or frightened into voting against their interests:

But the administration had few options. And the law was, after all, a federal-state partnership. If the state didn’t play, the feds were stuck. “When we were designing the legislation, we were very aware that the states that, in many cases, benefited the most were poor and generally anti-Obama,” Bob Kocher, a special assistant to Obama in 2009 and 2010 who helped draft the ACA, told me. But “you needed a state that at a minimum level is cooperative for this to work,” he said, which became more difficult after the Supreme Court’s Medicaid ruling in 2012. That meant even idealistic liberals had to turn their efforts away from needy states like Mississippi to more receptive regions. “It broke the heart of some folks at HHS,” Kocher said. “But I’m not sure they had another choice.”

The Medicaid gap hit hospitals hard, too. Without the cash infusion that a Medicaid expansion would have brought, Mississippi hospitals are being strained to a near breaking point, with a number of them shuttering entire departments and laying off staff. Poor people often flocked to the emergency room at Montfort Jones Memorial Hospital in Kosciusko, for instance. The central Mississippi town is best known as Oprah Winfrey’s birthplace, but that distinction has done little to change its fate. Earlier this year, the hospital shut down its intensive care unit and laid off 38 employees. Next, the psychiatric unit for seniors closed. One in five people who come to the hospital can’t pay their medical bills, and Montfort Jones had relied on supplemental Medicaid payments to defray the costs. But under the health law, federal aid for uncompensated care trails off. Without those payments, and with no softening in the demand for uncompensated care, Montfort Jones had been losing up to $3 million a year, and couldn’t meet payroll.

Read the whole story. The state that receives more money per citizen from the federal government than any other in the Union complains about the possibility of extending Medicaid. Life in these United States.

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Singles 10/31

Lots of winners this week: Sleater Kinney’s assured return, Mick Jenkins’ dense hip-hop, and Flying Lotus’ swirling and equally dense backing track for a worthwhile Kendrick Lamar performance, and, my favorite, Tamar Braxton. Although SK ranked first in number of listens, Braxton is catching up, another example of the female R&B songs that has made this a banner year, forcing a kinship between Future and Aaliyah.

I’m still sorting through the Javiera Mena album – carefully, for she’s the best reviewed artist in Singles Jukebox history. No one is looking more fondly back at Mark Liggett and
Chris Barbosa
, or understands how to be a ghost in the machine, but Mena flirts with colorlessness too; she should’ve released this powerhouse instead.

RIP Gwen.

Click on links for full reviews.

Sleater-Kinney – Bury Our Friends (7)
Tamar Braxton ft. Future – Let Me Know (7)
Mick Jenkins – Jazz (7)
My Brightest Diamond – Pressure (7)
Flying Lotus ft. Kendrick Lamar – Never Catch Me (6)
Javiera Mena – Otra Era (6)
Dulce María – O Lo Haces Tú O Lo Hago Yo (6)
Dean Brody – Mountain Man (6)
Röyksopp – Skulls (5)
TV on the Radio – Happy Idiot (4)
Jamie T – Zombie (3)
Ina Wroldsen – Aliens (Her Er Jeg) (3)
Gwen Stefani – Baby Don’t Lie (2)

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‘My husband used pink lip gloss, like, daily’

By all means let us congratulate the progress made in the United States and Europe, but in many parts of the world the situation remains as bad for homosexuals. Worse even. A wife in India had her husband charged with crimes against nature, thanks to a reinstated law:

The account of the woman — both her name and her husband’s have been withheld by officials — has drawn widespread attention, in part because she describes the pain and isolation of finding herself in an arranged marriage that failed from its earliest days.“My husband used pink lip gloss, like, daily,” she told a radio interviewer. “And mannerisms were so feminine!”

At one point, suspecting that the problem was impotence, she suggested that her husband get medical tests done, but he refused; his parents were hostile when she raised the issue.

“I was suffering, thinking that my life was ruined,” reads a section of the criminal report. “I got to know unknown men were coming when I was not there.”

After capturing him in a sexual encounter on videotape, she brought the evidence to a local police station, telling the police, “My husband is a homosexual performing acts against nature. Take legal action against my homosexual husband,” according to police documents.

I pasted the most hilarious parts, but it isn’t. This man faces years in prison and hard labor because he caviled to the pressures of marriage. Meanwhile in Uganda men and women can face life for the suspicion of being gay.

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‘The polls weren’t even like this in 2000′

Well, November should be fun: Floidians face the prospect of an election that’s close to call, according to The Miami Herald

The results rest within each poll’s margin of error, meaning the race is essentially a tie — regardless of the poll. Every other major survey shows that. And it looks like it will stay a squeaker through Election Day, Nov. 4.

“This race is closer than we thought George Bush vs. Al Gore was before the 2000 elections,” SEA pollster Tom Eldon said, referring to the 537-vote margin that made Bush president after 37 days of disputed results, court challenges and ballot reviews.

So Tuesday is going to be a long night?

“You’re potentially talking about a long month,” Eldon said.

“Basically, no one is liked very much”

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Galway Kinnell – RIP

When poetry commanded a modicum of popular conversation in the years between Robert Frost and Robert Lowell’s deaths, Galway Kinnell wrote his best work. The loose limb of the prose line characterized his poetry. Beside James Merrill, Anthony Hecht, early Jorie Graham, and Amy Clampitt, to name a few of my favorites, it lacked tension and personality. But he wrote three poems I treasure: “The Avenue Bearing the Initial of Christ into the New World,” one of the few modern poems blessed and unburdened by the description Whitman-esque; the spare, chilling “Wait,” which I once posted; and the great poem of his autumnal years “When One Has Lived a Long Time Alone.” An excerpt:

When one has lived a long time alone,
sour, misanthropic, one fits to one’s defiance
the satanic boast—It is better to reign
in hell than to submit on earth

and forgets one’s kind, as does the snake,
who has stopped trying to escape and moves
at ease across one’s body, slumping into its contours,
adopting its temperature, and abandons hope
of the sweetness of friendship or love
—before long can barely remember what they are—
and covets the stillness in organic matter,
in a self-dissolution one may not know how to halt,
when one has lived a long time alone.

Approaching my forties, I know the title, I taste the lines “and forgets one’s kind, as does the snake,/who has stopped trying to escape and moves/at ease across one’s body.” In my twenties it was a fiction I had to learn to inhabit; now it’s a prophecy on the verge of fulfillment.

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More matter, less art: Listen Up Philip

I have to shake the suspicion that earnest young men — always men — will stream Listen Up Philip and think it nails the writing life. The idea frightens me. Alex Ross Perry’s movie about a serious fellow (Jason Schwartzman) brooding about his success on the eve of publication of his second novel begins as a predictable but brisk joke at Philip’s expense. Then, as Perry cedes time to a mentor named Ike Zimmerman (Jonathan Pryce) and his moldy pensées about lich-ra-choor, the line between parody and sincerity blurs to insignificance, and so does the movie.

Philip is wound up. The New York Times, his publicist confides in a quavering voice, will pan the book. His girlfriend of three years Ashley (Elizabeth Moss) complains, with reason, that he doesn’t give a shit about her photography career. Already he needs a break. Hooking up with Zimmerman helps. A thinly drawn pastiche of Philip Roth, down to the disgust for public expectations and bubble-lettered fonts on his novels (his most notorious is called Audit), Zimmerman suggests Philip stay in his pad in the country. Eventually Zimmerman even gets him an adjunct job at the local private college, much to Ashley’s chagrin. He wants the separation too: “”I hope this will be good for us, but especially for me,” he tells her. Schwartzman’s commitment to hitting one note in a performance dovetails with how Perry’s written Philip; every time he gets a fatuous line he knocks it out. “I’m not successful,” he corrects a student. “I’m notable.” To the lover he breaks up with at the beginning of the movie: “You don’t support me, so you don’t get this gift from me.” When he’s back in the city: “I don’t want you to contextualize my sadness.” But he’s still Jason Schwartzman, doomed to pronounce “fuck” as if he were a seven-year-old on the monkey bars. Better is “Mad Men”‘s Moss, to whom Perry surrenders a portion of the film in which she can, as they used to say, find herself as a photographer and private dancer.

Besotted with handheld cameras and privileged moments in quivering closeups, Listen Up Philip takes its knowledge about novels from Woody Allen instead of novels. Eric Bogosian’s florid voice-over script is of the Allen he-walked-in-the-room-and-sat-down school of inserting-every-comma. Perry, like many of us, has watched Husbands and Wives a lot. Explaining his decision to move to the country, Philip packs his books while the camera zips from him to Ashley as she hurls therapy-speak patter like “You’re looking out for your own self-interest.” It could be a reprise of Gabe (Allen) and Judy Roth’s (Mia Farrow) practiced, weary contempt for each other. Many of us love Husbands and Wives despite its devotion to psychobabble and, more crippling, its belief that men must choose between stability and the fleeting pleasures of extramarital affairs, as if if this were a real choice. Allen went one better in Deconstructing Harry: should a writer be a shit for the sake of his art? Another false binary. Philip Roth is a great novelist and may or may not have led the life of a libertine, but the latter did not produce the former; people who don’t write make this mistake. At least Deconstructing Harry abjures realism to make Allen’s novelist an oil stain with human characteristics; Listen Up Philip doesn’t go far enough. A scene in which the novelists invite young women to Ike’s house plays like middling early seventies Cassavetes; if the actors aren’t improvising they look like it, and what they come up with just sits there.

Listen Up Philip should be malicious instead of merely bitchy. For unadulterated savagery, nothing beats Roth’s Sabbath’s Theater, the story of an egotist with a frightening pathology. Perry’s movie, though, shows familiar stereotypes that amused thirty years ago. Hearing Philip’s prose in letters, I don’t know if Philip is parodying a talentless cretin, if Perry thinks Philip is Bellow, Mailer, Roth, or if Philip is a talentless cretin who thinks he’s Bellow, Mailer, and Roth, i.e. Jonathan Franzen. Pryce gets the worst I’m-a-writer script since Frank Langella survived Starting Out in the Evening in 2007. To survive the following lines qualifies him for the Nobel Peace Prize, not the National Book Award: “Even looking at the girls here bring a cascade of emotions”; “The answer is at once arrogant and correct”; “The innate ineffability” of human emotion. A late-minute development involving a female professor of thwarted ambition goes nowhere; Perry directs her to act like a tootsie. The last, didactic shot shows Philip on a cold Manhattan sidewalk, walking against the current of pedestrians; it endorses Philip’s determination to go his own way or is an epitaph for a stubborn bastard. Take your pick. Maybe it’s both.

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‘Why would a disproportionate number of Asian-Americans risk breaking the law to vote twice?’

Driving is a privilege. Supreme Court decisions have determined that voting is a right. Therefore, the burden rests with the government to deny this right. We’re lucky in Florida. When I voted last weekend, the employe at the station asked for my ID. The guy next to me said he forgot his ID. The employee, not adjusting a beat of her rhythm, handed him a clipboard. He had to file a provisional ballot and prove before a deadline that he was who he claimed to be. But he still voted.

The GOP couldn’t win the presidential election in 2012. Now it wants to half a midterm one. Remember ORCA? Now it’s got Crosscheck, a program that scans registrations for double voters. Sounds fair. But according to an investigation by Al Jazeera Crosscheck has produced millions of mismatches: wrong suffixes, titles, and middle names:

Al Jazeera America visited these and several other potential double voters. John Paul Williams of Alexandria insists he has never used the alias “John R. Williams.” “I’ve never lived in Georgia,” he says.

Jo Cox, wife of suspected double voter Robert Glen Cox of Virginia, says she has a solid alibi for him. Cox “is 85 years old and handicapped. He wasn’t in Georgia. Never voted there,” she says. He has also never used the middle name “Dewey.”

Twenty-three percent of the names — nearly 1.6 million of them — lack matching middle names. “Jr.” and “Sr.” are ignored, potentially disenfranchising two generations in the same family. And, notably, of those who may have voted twice in the 2012 presidential election, 27 percent were listed as “inactive” voters, meaning that almost 1.9 million may not even have voted once in that race, according to Crosscheck’s own records.

Minority names are overrepresented on Crosscheck. Figures. There’s this fact: “A sixth of all Asian-Americans share just 30 surnames and 50 percent of minorities share common last names, versus 30 percent of whites.” No prosecutions for these alleged charlatans. Of course not — prosecution is not the plan. Intimidation is. A voter suspected of fraud and found on Crosscheck must sign an affidavit. An eighty-five-year-old black woman in a northeastern Georgia town may not be able to prove who she is.

As Jamelle Bouie concludes:

Which is why it’s hard to take pro-ID arguments—like Rich Lowry’s—in good faith. Liberal and Democratic claims of voter suppression aren’t just about voter identification, they’re about the package of policies and techniques that burden voters and shrink the electorate in the process. Indeed, it’s worse than this. Voter ID advocates insist that their reasonable moves are intended to protect the integrity of the process and the sanctity of the vote, but the reality is that their policies have created confusion and chaos for hundreds of thousands of voters. Put another way, there’s not a serious Republican effort to expand the electorate and bring new people into the process. But there is a major one to do the opposite

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