Harry Potter And The Never-Ending Wait :)

The whole family in front of me had round glasses of some type—some Harryish, some real. 

We were in line, outside, in downtown College Park, Maryland.

For The Book.

Evangelists and snarky, too-cool passerby college students couldn’t spoil our mood. In front of me, mostly 10-year-olds, dressed in black cloaks and black wizard hats I’d see all evening. In back, mostly teens, sans stuff.

Darkness was setting. The Wait Had Begun.

I’m an Old School Geek, so this particular fetish took some time to develop. I mean, I just like the movies. But since this was the last one—the last book, the last Friday/Saturday midnight book release party—I had to go to Vertigo.

One little girl was going to make sure the Vertigo folks kept their word about the 10:15 p.m. opening. She stuck her face up against the window and announced, “Two minutes.”

The doors opened on time. Staffer Jennifer Cook was in full let’s-have-fun-kids mode—y’know, the way she always is with grownups who enter Vertigo. 🙂 Kids in tonight’s standard uniform, circled on the floor. She asked them how many have read all the books more than once. Most, if not all, raised their hands.

While looking at the long line, my eye caught something from my childhood: “Charlotte’s Web.”

(Jen to Kids: “Should we trust Snape?”)

That book spawned a great animated film and a live-action movie. But it never created its own culture. I wondered what it would have been like to have a “Charlotte’s Web” club, where kids would walk around dressed as pigs or spiders carrying signs saying “SOME PIG.”

(Jen to Kids, hosting a kind of Harry Potter version of “Jeopardy”: “The Weasley’s home is called THIS.”)

A palm reader was present, while a magician worked the crowd.

One beautiful young sister, looking about 10, not only had the full hood, but the Gryffindor scarf. You know the one.

Slowly, the line became a polite crowd. At least 100, including a tall guy who had on a trench and a “Mad-Eye” Moody eye.

The Bookstore Master Plan was also in effect: some of the patrons were looking at other books.

(Jen to Kids, announcing a Harry Potter quiz: “If you’re not careful, I’ll break out into a bad British accent.”)

Zero hour. Or, more appropriately, the Witching Hour.

My number was Four. I quickly squeezed my way out the store. Knowing now there would be no more.

A (Seemingly) Very Educated Guess About Book 7: "Harry Potter And The Deathly Hallows" [UPDATED WITH COMMENTS ABOUT BOOK 7]

I thought this is a great article on the topic. I wish I knew enough about Harry Potter to be REALLY impressed.  🙂

6:36 P.M. EST UPDATE WITH *MAJOR* SPOILERS (AND PERHAPS A LINK TO THE BOOK ITSELF): I KNOW you’ve heard about the spoilers. I’ve seen the scans of the pages, but the quality is too poor to read. Now, this separate scanning of what is, apparently, the book’s Epilogue (if/when you go there, scroll down QUICKLY to the bottom if you don’t want to read the site’s listed Book 7 spoilers) has certainly circled the globe this afternoon.

So, don’t read any further if you don’t want to know anything.

Seriously.

Don’t do it.  🙂

It might be wrong anyway, so why risk it?

Okay, here goes………..

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AND NOW, THE ONLY POSSIBLE *SPOILER* I CARE ABOUT

 

So Ron is supposedly killed, but somehow is alive and well (and a father, no less!) in the “Nineteen Years Later” Epilogue? If true (BIG “IF”), that might be the character Rowling last year said got a “reprieve.”  So, according to what I read, the epic’s central trio is safe, and both you-know-whos are married to those other you-know-whos, all with crumb-snatchers galore. An honest-to-gosh happy ending after all for this long fairy tale—if this is true.

Hmmm……long wait until 12:01 a.m. Saturday.  🙂

JULY 23rd UPDATE: I’m one-fourth in, and Ron is safe and sound. (And yes, I did cheat and skim throughout the whole thing to make sure he was fine.) And I’m sure you know now that the “Nineteen Years Later” Epilogue was indeed the real deal. So nobody died that, say, a casual Potterite cares about. I guess it was silly to think that an author worth a billion dollars would be dumb enough to enrage her fans. 😉

JULY 30TH UPDATE: Now half-way done. Really good children’s book.

Saw on “Dateline NBC” last night that the character who Rowling saved was Mr. Weasley. Good. I like him.

Nope, I Can't/Couldn't Wait! LOL! (Before And After Seeing "Harry Potter And The Order Of The Phoenix")

JUST GOT BACK FROM THE MOVIE, and WOW!!!………

OFF. THE. CHAIN.

Which is kind of funny, because it’s an epic film in which “nothing” happens. “Phoenix” is essentially a war flick, with a little bit of the psychological thriller genre (complete with a couple of very subtle torture scenes!) thrown in. It’s really the beginning of a NEW, tragic HP trilogy. The cute stuff is gone with Cedric and none of it is ever coming back; from now on, leave the kids at home or put them in “Ratatouille” or whatever.   🙂  It’s the Beginning Of The End now, and the End is going to be very scary and bloody.

FROM JULY 10: I really can’t believe how important the Harry Potter film series has become to me over the years. And the reviews, of course, are overwhelmingly positive.

Only two more left………..*SIGH* 😦   It’ll be a hard wait until November 2008.

I haven’t read any of the books yet, but now I’m thinking of getting the last one.

What an amazing contribution to world fantasy! I look forward to other groups of people coming from their own cultural centers and making equal or better text and picture contributions.

Charles Tisdale, A Black Press Warrior, Now An Ancestor

Asante Sana, Charles Tisdale. May the guardians of the Realm Of The Ancestors greet and salute you.

After posting, I got the following from Kalamu.

Charles Tisdale:
 Newspaper and Community Man

 

by C. Liegh McInnis

Owner, publisher, and editor of The Jackson Advocate, Charles Tisdale has made his transition to the other side. Besides being an excellent newspaper man, Tisdale’s thirty-year legacy is two-fold.  One, he used The Jackson Advocate to provide a voice to African Americans when they were poorly represented in the mainstream media. Two, he provided opportunity for most of the African American journalists in the Jackson Metro area to be published. Although my background is creative writing, my first publication was an article in The Jackson Advocate about the legislative changes in drug rehabilitation programs. Former Mississippi Link editor and journalist Nikki Burns and I used to discuss all the time that at one point most of the African American writers working at The Clarion Ledger got their starts under Tisdale.

Despite his desire to create a competitive paper, Tisdale remained steadfast to the notion that for The Jackson Advocate to be vital it must remain a community paper. For instance, no matter what many of us went on to do, he always treated us like we worked for The Advocate. Once, Tisdale and many of us were at some rally for some cause, and several of us were lingering after the event.  As I was leaving the event, Tisdale, barely acknowledging my presence, stated to me, “Have me an article about this by 5:00 p.m. tomorrow.”  To which my response was, “Yes, sir.” By the way, I missed the deadline, but Tisdale was able to get it in the paper somehow.  In fact, one of my goals as a writer was to rise to the level of Dr Jerry W. Ward and Dr. Ivory Paul Phillips who always have a column reserved in The Advocate.  To me, that is what it meant to be a real writer—to be so accomplished that you can always publish somewhere. Yet without Tisdale, Afro-Mississippi writers would not have this goal because Tisdale made sure that the paper survived bombings,attacks from other media outlets, and a lack of advertising and subscriptions. With pocket change and a prayer, Tisdale kept The Jackson Advocate alive so that the voice of the Afro-Mississippian would remain alive in all of its forms.

A complex man, Tisdale was not afraid of controversy. He called it like he saw it even if he was the only person who saw it that way. In his many editorials, Tisdale not only challenged whites whom he felt were hurting the black community, he had no problem challenging and chastising blacks, especially black elected officials whom he often placed in the Brown Society [Tisdale using his newspaper to expose Blacks to public ridicule]. Once when my father was placed in the Brown Society because he and Tisdale disagreed on a decision that my father made as Executive Director of the Hinds County Democratic Party, my father replied, “Well, at least he told me that I was going to be in the Brown Society over lunch.” For the entire time my father was in the Brown Society, Tisdale continued to publish various articles by me as well as have lunch from time to time with my father.  At his core, Tisdale was about the discourse, the discussion, the verbal/written debate.  He was an idea man who understood the importance of African Americans being able to voice their ideas, be exposed to other ideas, and make sovereign decisions about the types of ideas that governed and framed their lives.  We will miss his fire, his dedication, and his leadership for he made so many of our dreams into reality while making sure that we were represented equally and fairly.

C. Liegh McInnis is an author of seven books and a former publisher/editor of Black Magnolias Literary Journal. He can be contacted at Psychedelic Literature, 203 Lynn Lane, Clinton, MS  39056, (601) 925-1281, psychedeliclit@bellsouth.net.

Good Show, Tavis!

At Howard University for last night's Democratic debate are, from left, Hillary Clinton, Joseph Biden, Bill Richardson, John Edwards, Barack Obama, Dennis Kucinich, Mike Gravel and Christopher Dodd.

I was pleasantly surprised to see that Tavis kept his “product” consistent. Compared to C-SPAN, CNN, et. al., last night’s forum seemed like it occurred in an alternate Black (albeit “mainstream”) universe.

The questioners showed why journalism experience still matters. I learned a lot about the condition of Black and Brown people in America from those questions. And I loved Cornel West’s quip about the journos in today’s “Journal-isms.” 🙂

The format left a lot to be desired, but it worked for those who knew how to make it work.

I get annoyed with Tavis sometimes, but not today. Lead on, homie, and let’s see what happens at Morgan this fall.

JULY 1 UPDATE: Tavis did well on “Meet The Press” today.  Being invited to be on that political roundtable is proof that the nation’s elite has now officially recognized you.

JULY 5 UPDATE: This criticism of the event is well-thought out and needs to be read and debated. It echoes many of my own problems with Tavis’ events. I think the difference is I’ve accepted what Tavis’ self-defined role as an agent of “Black hegemony.” Until Black leaders decide to put some real money behind the creation of a Black mass media structure, there we are, then. The folks I saw in the Howard crowd—a large number of them nationally known African-American notables, leaders, etc.—were happy with Tavis’ show. And I have learned the hard way not to be angrier than my people, particularly my “leaders.”

On Internet Radio Protest Day, Sharing A Lantern That Has Lit My Way

I have kept with me a yellowed Black newspaper clipping from September 11, 1989. I thought that today, the day Internet radio is conducting its “Day of Silence” protest, would be a good day to share extended excerpts of it.

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‘Guerrilla Radio’:

Underground radio station operator uses ‘sneak attacks’ to educate community

By James Muhammad

Assistant Editor, The Final Call

SPRINGFIELD, Ill.–WTRA, “guerilla radio,” broadcasts from behind the wall.

“They say they put up the wall to protect the residents from the speeding traffic,” said Dewayne Readus, the voice and operator of the low-watt AM station, “but you notice they didn’t put sidewalks in for our children.

“The wall helps them in their control of us. They don’t want anything positive to come out of the Black community because that will disprove the myth…. that we’re dumb,” he said.

WTRA’s message comes out from the John Jay Homes housing project carried by weak radio waves but charged with the crusading spirit of its mastermind operator. The project sits in the shadow of the domed capitol building, behind the wall that blocks the blighted project from the casual glance of the speeding motorists making their way downtown.

Operating out of one of the apartments, Readus, a 30-year-old legally blind resident, is determined to educate and politicize his community, although local police attempted to silence his “Voice of the people,” as WTRA is called.

Until recently, Readus regularly operated the station from an upstairs room in his sister’s apartment. The station covered a radius of one-and-a-half miles, just enough to reach the housing unit[s…….

“When we talked about] the Urban League and the NAACP, we were alright,” said the independent contractor, “but when we started talking about police brutality, that’s when they came to shut us down.”

Readus’ controversial music and talk format had already attracted the ire of the city’s Black leadership whom he consistently criticized. He caught the attention of the police when he aired a tape recording made at the hospital bedside of a 52-year-old boxing coach who was severely beaten by security guards at a local department store.

Will Gray, an inspector with the Federal Communications Commission (FCC), visited Readus after he aired coverage of a hostage incident where the police cordoned off a Black neighborhood after a man took his girlfriend and her sister hostage.

[………H]e was fined $750, which Readus has vowed not to pay until he has his day in court.

“We are saying we have a right to access the airwaves,” Readus said. “The very fact that we can’t communicate with each other is a form of genocide.”

A frequent target of Readus’ commentary, Alderman Frank McNeil, said the station provided important information to the community and a viewpoint not offered by the “run-of-the-mill” media. “But he attacked every Black person in a leadership position who didn’t agree with his position. He never allowed opposing points of view to be aired,” McNeil opined.

Today Readus operates what he calls “guerilla radio,” a “sneak attack” approach to getting his message out at varying times during the week.

“They haven’t made their move because they don’t know how to go about doing what they want to do,” Readus said, defiantly. “Ultimately, they probably just want to get rid of me. That’s their history.”

Even McNeil agreed that the relationship between Black people and the police is “very tense.”

Police Chief Mike Walton said he contacted the FCC only after he received complaints about vulgarity used on the station. He also described Readus as a “man with a small following who causes more trouble than he helps.”

However large or small Readus’ following may be, he has had an impact on the city and his community.

“He let kids and parents know what was going on in the world,” said Emmanuel Morehead, 17, who said he often listened to the station.

“I would like to see his station bigger so he can reach the broader community,” said Bill Robinson, 42. “But he’s got to make his program where people will come to him with information. He’s got to open up more.”

Readus said he welcomes the threat of arrest so WTRA’s struggle can be an example to others. The station also served as a training ground for young boys and girls interested in radio, he said.

“Somebody tell the children how WTRA served as an advocate for the people when the police wouldn’t police themselves,” Readus proclaimed. “Somebody tell the young people how we fought police brutality by broadcasting the personal testimonies of African-American victims.”

Copyright 1989, 2007 by The Final Call Newspaper Co.

Congrats To American Journalism Review!

I’m biased, but AJRthe winner of an Mirror Award for Overall Excellence from Syracuse University’s S.I. Newhouse School of Public Communications—can be a very good magazine when it wants to be. It’s a solid resource for its targeted audience—the small group of white men (and some white women) who guide American mainstream journalism. It’s important to point out, however, that the percentage of white females who write for it, and/or help manage it, has traditionally been VERY strong.

The Audiobiography of Askia Muhammad

 

Veteran multimedia journalist Askia Muhammad has done something extraordinary. Over the last few years, he’s somehow gotten Soundprint, the nation’s premier public radio documentary series, to “publish” his autobiography, an audio chapter at a time.

Together these programs form a well-told mosaic of a life, filled with sound and soul.

Congrats, Askia, on this great and significant accomplishment.

A Few Words From Studs Terkel

Enjoyed Studs Terkel being interviewed today on “Democracy Now!” I’ve wanted to be the next coming of Studs for at least 15 years now. Happy 95th Birthday, Studs!

Wanted to post some excerpts I particularly enjoyed. So here they are.

I’m known as a poet of the tape recorder, right? The fact is I have no idea how the hell it works. I’m terrible, I’m a nut, mechanically. I can’t drive a car. I can’t ride a bike. I don’t know what “internet” means, or “website.” Google is an old-time comic strip — “Barney Google” — with his goo-goo-googly eyes.

 

And so, you see, I’m not up on all the current stuff. And people say, “Boy, on that tape recorder, you capture those people.” No, they capture themselves, because I am inept. That comes out quite clearly.

Sometimes I turn the wrong button down. And that person in the housing project, she sees it doesn’t work, and she reminds me of it. And as I say, “Oh, I goofed,” at that moment, she is my equal or better than my equal. In other words, I am not, whoever it is, [inaudible], “Today” or “60 Minutes” or Kathy, whoever she is. It’s me, a guy who’s in trouble, and she helps me out. And so, I’m playing this tape recorder for this woman, very poor, very pretty. I don’t know whether she’s white or black. In those days, the early public housing projects were all mixed. And these little kids running around want to hear their mama’s voice on this new machine. And so, I’m playing it back, and she’s hearing her voice for the first time in her life, and suddenly she says, “Oh, my god!” And I say, “What is it?” She said, “I never thought I felt that way before.” Well, that’s an astonishing moment for her and for me, one you might say are fellow travelers together. So that’s the exciting stuff. She discovers that she does have a voice, that she counts.

The key word, by the way, in all of these people is they must feel they “count.” Nick von Hoffman, the columnist, used to work for the organizer Saul Alinsky, and he said once people get in a group and that group thinks as they do, he feels he counts or she counts more than alone. And so, that’s what it’s about.

AMY GOODMAN: What do you want them to think of when someone says “Studs Terkel”?

STUDS TERKEL: I want them to think of somebody who remembers them, to be remembered, whether it be me or anyone else. They want Studs Terkel, maybe as somebody — I’m romanticizing myself now — somebody who gave me hope. One of my books is Hope Dies Last. Without hope, forget it. It’s hope and thought, and that can counting. That’s what it’s about. That’s what I hope I’m about.