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...litany of sins committed by the film - that it is voyeuristic "poverty porn," that it is implausible and hackneyed, that it's a Western vision of India in which there is nothing but misery, filth and violence. (Aravind Adiga's The White Tiger, which won last year's Man Booker literary prize, generated a similar round of complaints...
...flattening of Barack Obama's complex racial background shouldn't have been surprising. Many multiracial historical figures in the U.S. have been reduced (or have reduced themselves) to a single aspect of their racial identities: Booker T. Washington, Tina Turner, and Greg Louganis are three examples. This phenomenon isn't entirely pernicious; it is at least partly rooted in our concern that growing up with a fractured identity is hard on kids. The psychologist J.D. Teicher summarized this view in a 1968 paper: "Although the burden of the Negro child is recognized as a heavy one, that of the Negro...
...colleges and universities (HBCUs) make up just 3% of U.S. schools, they produce nearly a quarter of all African-American graduates. A 2007 study showed that black men who attend a black college as opposed to another four-year school enjoy a hefty lifetime-earnings boost. HBCU alumni include Booker T. Washington, Toni Morrison, Sean (Diddy) Combs, Oprah Winfrey and more than a third of the current Congressional Black Caucus...
...embarrassment in another sense. At least the misleaders and pied pipers who came out of the bowels of the civil-rights movement paid lip service to the idea of uplifting the race. Obama and the new generation of black policy-makers, such as Newark, New Jersey, mayor Cory Booker, self-professed drug-dealer-cum-Harvard-professor Roland Fryer, and former Tennessee congressman Harold Ford, Jr., pay scant allegiance to the past or feel little obligation to their fellow blacks as blacks...
...writer alive has been so fully canonized as V. S. Naipaul. He won the Booker, was knighted, had a great masterpiece published (“Bend In the River”), and won the Nobel Prize (too late, he claimed, for it to make him happy). This year he received the compliment of an accomplished warts-and-all biography (lesser writers receive praise while they’re living, and are damned when they’re dead). But he is miserable. Every time he writes a novel he claims it will be his last—because novels...