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Column: Before you leave Detroit, make Slows your Last Supper

August 12, 2011

By Kiali Wong
Voices

Slow Bar B Q’s Triple Threat Pork is stuffed with applewood bacon, pulled pork and ham. Kiali Wong | Voices

College foodies can be easy to spot. Their pockets may be a little lighter, a little emptier. Their eyes light up when free food is announced. And a good meal always tends to rival the Last Supper.

I arrived in Detroit, straight from moving into a new dorm at Arizona State University, to find a new Last Supper. And Slows Bar B Q surpassed my hopes Tuesday night.

The restaurant’s charm was instant. An alluring aroma soaked the air, like the barbecue sauce doused over one of Slows’ popular sandwiches.

Helen Kwong, a convention attendee and Detroit-area native, was able to make a reservation for our group of 11 AAJA folks. We’d all answered an email that Kwong sent via the convention listserv about grabbing dinner at Slows on Tuesday.

The wait was brief before we were whisked away to the outdoor patio. It was quieter and retained a disappointing dab of the buzz we’d just left. Back inside, noises in the open space bounced from one wood surface to the next. The din, however, was a pleasant blare and felt like a trademark element of the Motown barbecue darling.

But the alfresco option was more ideal for our AAJA group to get acquainted or, for some, catch up with old friends.

The menu was a tour of Southern fare. Apple BBQ sauce. Special onion marmalade. Cornmeal “tempura” for deep-fried catfish.

Each dish made me wish I was dining on someone else’s dime so that I could eat more.

Ten minutes later, Slows’ Special Purpose burger emerged. A half-pound burger with smoked gouda, applewood bacon and sweet sauce sounded like bliss. No onion toppings for me — just can’t stand cooked tear-jerkers.

I grinned at its height. Forget the optional Texas toast. I recommend the poppy seed kaiser roll for housing Slows’ decadent burger.

My first bite was — perfect.

The smoked flavors of the gouda and bacon were a rich supporting cast for the star: the beef. I’d ordered the patty to be well done, which can translate to, “Well, dry.” But Slows is above such common follies. The meat was juicy. The sauce was tangy sweet. And crowning it all was the kaiser roll, a light backdrop to the other ingredients’ heft.

The last bite found its way to my mouth just as the sunlight was waning at our outdoor dinner party. And with that, the magic ebbed. I’d eaten a most satisfying burger. I’d had a Last Supper three nights into my stay in Detroit.

Nicely done, Slows, Nicely done.

(Note: If you plan to visit Slows, go en masse. The joint takes reservations for groups of six or more. Go to slowsbarbq.com, or call 313-962-9828.)

Follow Kiali Wong @kialiwong.

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Column: Stereotypical suburbanite views city in new light

August 12, 2011

By Kay Nguyen
Voices

I’m from the Metro Detroit area, but I became a Detroiter this week.

That’s thanks to my experience as a Voices staffer. Before the AAJA convention, I looked at this city as a casual observer. As a journalist, I’ve now examined it with a critical eye and like what I see.

In my broadcast story about a group of houses on Moran Street in Hamtramck, I documented artists who turned previously abandoned homes into art installations. They make everything from found objects. In one home, a giant chandelier, made from glass bottles, pieces of fabric and knick-knacks, hung from the ceiling and filled an entire room.

Detroit is much like these old buildings: a blank canvas that’s ripe for something unique and beautiful.

On another multimedia assignment, the story of the success of entrepreneur Caroline Howard’s restaurant, Traffic Jam and Snug in Midtown, also resonated with me.

“You can actually make a difference in a city like Detroit,” Howard said. “There is so much opportunity here compared to cities that are already built up like Chicago or San Francisco and you can be successful with much less money.”

That statement made me think about the rebirth of the city. People think there’s nothing in Detroit, but I’ve found out this week that might be the best part.

Because of Voices, I’ve been able to add to the blank canvas that is Detroit. I’ve become a part of it all.

Until now, I’ve been a stereotypical suburbanite – from Rochester Hills, about 30 minutes north – who would identify with Detroit as a hometown. But I never really went into the city.

People would ask me about “8 Mile” and wonder what Detroit was really like. I’d fervently defend “the D” against the misguided conceptions people had about it, but couldn’t exactly tell anyone why Detroit was worth visiting.

But as I started college, I began learning about the Michigan Cool Cities movement, the state’s efforts to keep talented people from leaving. Around that same time, Detroit began revitalizing its image in the aftermath of events surrounding former mayor Kwame Kilpatrick’s corrupt administrations.

I want to stay in Detroit and make a difference. (Please take note, Free Press and News editors!)

Being able to see my hometown in a new way has been the most gratifying thing about my week-long experience. I’ve been able to see the city in a different way through Voices.

I’ve still only been to one Detroit Tigers game and have never been to Ford Field. I’ve been to the Opera House once. I haven’t been ice skating at Campus Martius Park or experienced Hockeytown.

These are obvious ways to get engaged with Detroit. But I hope to dig deeper to find more stories about the city’s revitalization.

Follow Kay Nguyen @kaynguyen.

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Column: China ignites debate over U.S. gay rights

August 11, 2011

Yimou Lee

Yimou Lee

By Yimou Lee
Voices

The passage of the same-sex marriage bill in New York in June not only led to great celebration across the United States, it sparked an unprecedented online buzz about homosexuality in China.

Tens of thousands of gays and lesbians across China, who were watching the U.S. proceedings closely, were stunned to hear an uncharacteristic comment made by an official in Chinese state media. The official assured members of the lesbian, gay, bisexual and transgender community of their place in China for the first time in recent memory.

Earlier, Liping Lu, an award-winning Chinese actress, triggered heated discussion and criticism by citing the Bible to condemn gay marriage on her micro blog in response to the passage of same-sex marriage in New York. In her messages, she described New York as an “ever-degenerating place” and said even if anti-homosexuality becomes illegal some day, she will keep preaching since “homosexuality is a crime.”

Each of her messages attracted more than 10,000 comments, with most condemning her hate speech. Celebrities, writers and academics from China, Hong Kong and Taiwan showed support for the gay community. Some 43 percent of Web users say they will boycott all of Lu’s movies, and her invitation to Taiwan’s Golden Horse Awards ceremony, where she received the Best Leading Actress Award last year, was rescinded.

The public’s reaction in China may be surprising, but nothing compared to how the state media reacted.

CCTV, the major state television network in China, stepped into the fray with a surprisingly strong defense of the rights of homosexuals. CCTV News host Qiu Qiming said gays are “diligently contributing to society” and “have the right to exist and develop themselves in society,” which “should not be overtaken by any other concept.”

Qiu also urged Lu to “reconsider her ways.”

For a communist state in which gay sex was not decriminalized from “hooliganism” laws until 1997 and homosexuality was not removed as a mental illness until 2001, Qiu’s remarks are considered the Chinese Communist Party’s first nod to the LGBT community.

Unlike Western societies where Christianity had long built certain moral grounds against homosexuality, the pantheistic religions in China don’t have that kind of black-and-white rule for homosexuals. But exclusive same-sex love is still publicly unacceptable since it interferes with continuation of the family lineage.

Yet, vivid depictions of the gay lifestyle are not uncommon in Chinese history. Some historians even claim that almost half of the Chinese emperors in history have had one or more male sex partners. There were probably 10 bisexual emperors during the first 200 years of the Han Dynasty. But things changed after the Chinese Communist Party adopted the communist morality from the Soviet Union during the Culture Revolution and dragged the LGBT community back into the dark ages.

Lu’s hate speech is not so unusual considering China’s ability to copy peculiar ideas that have taken hold in developed countries. In China, though, the consensus has been that everyone should have the liberty to pursue a wealthy life.

Some Chinese gay-rights advocates claim the CCTV’s comment signals “a new era of gay people in China,” and same-sex marriage could be legalized within the next decade.

So, is it time to celebrate? Not so fast. One shouldn’t rule out the possibility of this simply being a political move for Beijing as a response to the rise of the political power of Christianity in China. Plus, the outrageous public reaction only indicates that the Chinese public is still in the early stages of public discussion on these social issues.

The lack of a public forum is another problem. Many consider homosexuality a private issue, which, like many other social problems in China, including domestic violence, is “one’s own family business.” It is something deeply rooted in the cultural mindset and cannot be changed in a short time. In addition, same-sex marriage would destroy the underlying foundation of the Chinese culture: To carry on one’s family tree.

The LGBT rights victory in New York unexpectedly ignited what arguably is the first public debate over homosexuality in China, foreshadowing a changing nation where differences and diversity are gradually accepted. But in terms of real changes, maybe a politician from another country with a similar culture but is a democratic state could provide a quick answer. Taiwan, a country described as one of the most liberal in Asia as far as LGBT rights are concerned, is now planning to put same-sex marriage into its national human rights report.

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Column: The smiling face of poverty in Ghana

August 10, 2011
Hailey Lee

Hailey Lee, a sophomore at Wellesley College in Boston, Mass., spent a month as a volunteer at a school for rescued child workers. (Helen Driftmier | Special to Voices)

By Hailey Lee
Voices

After refereeing a children’s soccer match for hours under the scorching African sun, my Ghanaian friend Matthew and I sprawled out on the cool concrete steps of the Challenging Heights school building, sipping on pineapple juice boxes.

“This reminds me of childhood,” I said, chuckling. “During elementary school, my mum put a Mott’s apple juice box in my lunch bag every day. By fifth grade, I was so sick of them.”

Matthew took a sip from his juice box and replied, “This definitely brings me back, too. I got pineapple juice boxes as Christmas presents.”

Silence.

How could a juice box be considered such a luxury?

Interactions such as this one during my four-week volunteer trip to Challenging Heights in Winneba, Ghana, opened my eyes to the omnipresence of poverty in one of the most peaceful countries in Africa.

I arrived at Challenging Heights in July, galvanized by the intention of making a difference in the lives of the hundreds of rescued child laborers at the school.

Headmaster James Kofi-Annan, who was enslaved as a child for nearly a decade working for the fishing industry on the banks of Lake Volta, founded Challenging Heights after earning an education and working as a bank manager at one of the largest banks in Ghana. He used his success to establish the school, which rescues and educates trafficked child slaves and ensures the welfare of at-risk children.

Initially, I was easily affected by the poverty I witnessed. Every day, I would navigate the maze of trash-filled streets and makeshift vendors in Winneba on my way to and from the school. My body would shiver at the sight of smiling children in rags – if they wore any clothes at all – running up to me, hands outstretched, oblivious that only an ocean away, there were children just like them enjoying hot dogs and clean water from drinking fountains.

Two weeks later, I caught myself accepting impoverishment as the new norm. Seeing 4-year-old Elizabeth walk around Challenging Heights barefoot was no longer a novelty. She was hardly the only one missing shoes.

But was that all it took for me to become accustomed to the poverty around me? Two weeks?

Similar to my regression of empathy, the coverage on African poverty in Western news stations has been reduced to abstract misery. People see the proverbial footage of starving children, dilapidated mud shacks and dirt roads lined with open sewers. These stories no longer make lasting impressions on desensitized Westerners; they merely shake their heads and go back to sipping their morning coffee.

It’s irrevocably important to continue spreading awareness about the social injustices and inequality in Africa, yet these archetypal stories fail to recognize the positives of the continent.

The encouraging outlook of these Ghanaians – young and old – made a longer, lasting impact on me. I will never forget the optimism and resilience of the rescued children. On the streets, nobody was ever too busy to wave, chat and invite you to share a meal. I certainly felt more welcome as an outsider in Winneba than I did strolling in my own hometown of Edina, Minn.

In retrospect, I gained more from the Ghanaians I met than I have been able to give back to them. Back in the U.S., I find it natural to cheerily greet strangers, hoping to brighten a person’s day with a smile – just like the Ghanaians did every day for me.

Follow Hailey Lee @haileylee.

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Column: Leave the real shooting to trained photogs

August 10, 2011
By James Tensuan
Voices

James Tensuan

Now that practically every cell phone comes with a camera and even high-quality cameras are pocket sized, it seems that everybody has become a photographer.

Sure, cell phone cameras and even entry-level cameras can produce a great image, but a trained professional photographer’s work is invaluable. A photographer turns news coverage and everyday life into unique pieces of art.

David Burnett, a renowned photojournalist, uses a Holga, a camera with a set aperture and one shutter speed, while commercial photographer Chase Jarvis has a portfolio filled with iPhone photos.

But the Holga is a $30 piece of plastic and the iPhone’s main purpose is not to take photos, despite the popularity of picture-taking apps such as Instagram. Photogs take advantage of the discoloration, vignetting and sub-par image quality of these cheap cameras to add flair to a story.

Then there’s the other extreme: spending several thousand dollars on a camera and an extra $400 to attend a prestigious workshop to learn how to work it. In the end, it still comes down to the creative eye.

In the age of consolidation, a journalist can mean being a writer, videographer, designer, editor and photographer all in one day.

“Some may refer to them as the jack of all trades, but they are often the masters of nothing,” said Paul Sakuma, a San Francisco Bay area-based Associated Press photographer.

Newsroom synergy can stir creative chemistry to produce one-of-a-kind stories. Working side-by-side with a colleague of a different trade also can improve one’s own craft. But quality photos make newspaper front pages pop, adding depth and color. They connect readers to story subjects, and after seeing a photo, it’s easy to recall the story it came along with. Photos help readers recall a story and how they felt about it.

“A great photo can make all the difference,” says Veronica Weber, a Palo Alto Weekly staff photographer.

A photo is something special. It is a split-second in an ever-changing world that is documented forever. It stops time from moving and remains true to the moment in which it was taken.

Even without words, readers can interpret the photo, seek out subjects and emotions and vicariously live in that moment. These images are not only a reflection of time but also a reflection on the readers. How they react to these slivers of history, whether it’s apathy or empathy, speaks volumes about their character.

Famous photos define history, speaking for the time period, whether in moments of great pride or defeat.

Recall the photo by Joe Rosenthal of soldiers raising of the American flag on Mount Suribachi during the Battle of Iwo Jima, the haunting green eyes of the Afghan Girl by Steve McCurry, Dorothea Lange’s photo of the migrant mother and her weeping children, Neil Leifer’s photo of Muhammad Ali standing over Sonny Liston, and Nick Ut’s photo of Phan Thi Kim Phuc. The images linger in the conscience of readers worldwide. They transcend generations.

Why not leave the pressure of chasing these special moments to photogs, so a work of art can be laid across newspaper pages? If a picture really is worth a thousand words, why not leave the shooting to the trained photographers?

Follow James Tensuan @jtensuan.

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