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Sunday, November 30, 2008

New and Review Q-Set

Does anybody know where we are supposed to find all that information we are supposed to read about, I checked in the book and I've been checking the class site and blog and can't find what I'm looking for.

TEST COMING SOON!

does anyone know when he is going to put up the study questions ?

Ethnic Neighborhood Project

Mr. Lewis I was wondering what the boundaries are for the Humboldt park Neighborhood. Thank You in advance

Tuesday, November 25, 2008

number 2

i cant seem to find the middle east that perserves their culture....for number 2
help me plzzzzz =3

Monday, November 24, 2008

Middle East

For question two, it asks for a Middle Eastern group that has kept their folk culture values. Was this in our book? I can't seem to find it.

ummm where are the 2 little questions that are due this tuesday??? thats suppose to be along with the chapter notes???
i dont know where it is T.T

Sunday, November 23, 2008

THE NOTES AND QUESTIONS

OKAY
ARE THE NOTES DUE TUESDAY
BECAUSE ON THE WEBSITE IT SAYS ON MONDAY
BUT I DO NOT KNOW
ALSO THE TWO EXTRA QUESTIONS HE IS GOING TO ASSIGN, WHERE ARE THEY?

Saturday, November 22, 2008

Ethnic Neighborhood Assignment

Where are the details to do the ethnic neighborhood assignment, I checked in the Handouts section but I could not find them.

Thursday, November 20, 2008

Does anybody know where we can find the map of the cholera epidemic in London? I remember seeing it earlier this year, I just don't know where to find it now.
Thanks!

Wednesday, November 19, 2008

DOes anyone know when the chapter notes are due????

Tuesday, November 18, 2008

Vocab List

Does anyone know where is the vocab list? is it the Chapter Notes below?

Chapter Notes

Chapter 2
Population cluster info
--Sparsely Populated regions
--historic high for yearly population growth (is there a new one)
--sex ratio, ages and overall trends
Pop growth and food supply
--Sri Lanka
--Successful methods for lowering population
--Reasons for stage 5 SARS

Chapter 3
--Arizona and warm weather
--Water Push
--Immigration demographics / status
--%s of immigrants
--Destinations within the USA
--Quotas
--Time Contracts
--Guest Worker attitude
--Brazil Example
--Rural-urban urban-rural and counter-urbanization

Chapter 1
--Land Ordinance
--Projection
--GIS/remote sensing
--Place name
--Long/Lat
--Pattern
--Gender/ethnic
--AIDS

-- means must have

3 Questions for Friday and Printout

English is diffusing around the world as a global lingua franca.
A define lingua franca
B Identify and discuss two reasons for the current rate of diffusion of English as a lingua franca
C Briefly discuss the role of English in TWO of the following countries today
Nigeria
Japan
Germany

Think of the cultural landscape.

This might be a little longer than what can be done in twenty minutes- give yourself 25.

A Identify and discuss an example for each of the following categories of cultural landscape convergence

i globalized architectural forms and planning ideas;
ii widespread businesses (McDonald’s) and products;

B Explain why LDCs are more likely to preserve their local culture.


C What attempts have some countries made to preserve the local cultural landscape features against the encroachment of “placelessness”?


In human geography we use choropleth, isoline, cartograms and dot maps. Each map has its own purpose and at times employs the use of certain types of regions.

A Describe each type of map

B Using the map of the cholera epidemic within London, identify the type of map and discuss how this helps to explain the diffusion of the disease.

C. How would a cartograms help to study the distribution of a disease at a global scale?

Print out Vocab list

Map Quiz

Same as before but now with England, Germany, Spain, Portugal, France, Italy, Ireland, Belgium, Holland and Denmark.

Ethnic Hood Project

Virtual Tour of Ethnic Chicago

1How do migration patterns apply to the neighborhood? (nodal, chain, substrates, large cities)

2 Apply the basic information you know about the demographic background of immigrants to your neighborhood. (age, TFR, pop pyr, median age, nature of the home country)

3How could the idea of gender roles apply to ethnic neighborhoods? How does this relate to the nature of folk culture versus the nature of popular culture? How does this apply to your ethnic neighborhood and the changing pattern we have noticed with migration.

4What is the effect of an ethnic culture on the landscape and how does that help create an ethnic neighborhood?

5In what ways has the culture shown signs of acculturation and / or assimilation?

6 Define local culture and popular culture. In what ways do local and popular culture interact? Think of local culture and popular as “ends of a continuum” and attempt to identify aspects of your locality which exemplify points along the continuum.

7History of the ethnic neighborhood.

8What do ethnic neighborhoods do to attract outsiders / people of the same ethnicity?

9How many people from this ethnic background have come to Chicago and this area? What are the demographic numbers?

10Bring or copy a menu from an ethnic restaurant. Also make sure to try some of the ethnic food (have bill). This can be from a grocery store or from a restaurant. How does the term authentic apply to an ethnic restaurant in a way that it does not to a popular culture restaurant? Mention your restaurant in the answer.

11Interview someone from the neighborhood or someone who once lived in the neighborhood. Ask a minimum of five questions and include the answers in your report.

12Take pictures and explain how the pictures relate to any of the points you make in your report. You must take at least six pictures and be in at least four of them.

13Have fun! Or else!

EC Bring food the day of the festival

Monday, November 17, 2008

Ethnic Neighborhoods

Does anybody have an outline for the Ethnic Neighborhoods Project. I don't remember what we need exactly and don't know where to start.

Friday, November 14, 2008

Homework over weekend

Can anyone tell me what is the homework over this weekend and when it is due, for some reason the homework schedule does not make sense

Thursday, November 13, 2008

number 3

is it supposed to be as long as the other answers? or is it just a couple of sentences?
thanks =]

does anyone know if we had to do any of the online quiz?

Wednesday, November 12, 2008

Culture Set B Materials

In India, an Arranged Marriage of 2 Worlds
By CELIA W. DUGGER

Vinit Sethi, a New Yorker born and bred, was wired from days of celebration when he mounted a small white horse to ride toward his bride. Dressed up like a Rajput prince, he nervously adjusted his golden turban and the strands of plump emeralds that hung around his neck.

His wedding procession, led by a lumbering elephant, fairly floated through the horn-honking, smoke-belching downtown traffic like some royal fantasy, trailing a band of his Ivy League buddies, merry revelers in Western suits. Mr. Sethi, a 24-year-old investment banker who loved night clubbing in SoHo, brought up the rear, his horse prancing past mesmerized beggar children. All were bathed in the fluorescent glow of green lights held aloft by small men in flip-flops.

His bride, a shy, hazel-eyed beauty of 20 named Anshu Jain, was waiting poolside at the Sheraton Rajputana. They had never kissed or held hands. She came from a family in which no woman had ever been allowed to call her husband by his given name. ''For a wife, your husband is God,'' she explained. ''And you don't call God by his first name.''

Theirs might seem an unlikely union, this arranged marriage between the cosmopolitan American son of Indian immigrants and a sheltered Indian woman who had never set foot in America. Mr. Sethi's friends from the University of Pennsylvania had warned him that he should not consent to the match his mother had found for him in India just because it was expected of him. And he worried he was being ''flaky'' to agree to it.

For Mr. Sethi, though, the marriage wasn't the inevitability it had been for his immigrant parents. It was his own choice. And yet in making that choice, he was casting his lot with a traditional way of life, one that would bind him more closely to his parents and to India itself, and sustain that tie into yet another generation of American children -- his own.

By choosing to marry a woman of his mother's choosing, he managed to be both quite American and quite Indian all at once.

''I had mixed feelings with the concept,'' he said. ''I didn't necessarily think I would go through with it. But my reservations got pushed to the side when I met her. I had an incredible feeling that this was the right thing to do.''

In modern immigrant families -- where the bindings between new land and homeland are stronger than ever before -- the children almost inevitably find themselves pushed and pulled between the culture and values of their parents and those of the larger American society. Such ambiguities are perhaps never more acute than when a decision about marriage -- the arc of one's life -- is at hand. But what emerges at defining moments like Vinit Sethi's wedding is the way many of these children search for, and find solace and grounding in, their connections to the world back home.

Mr. Sethi grew up in a tightly knit community of Indian gemstone merchants who, over three decades, have carved out a sizable niche in the historically Orthodox Jewish world of the diamond district in midtown Manhattan. Even as they scattered to doorman apartment buildings and to homes in predominantly white suburbs, these Indian families banded together in their business and social lives. They vacationed together in the Poconos. The sons skied together. The daughters took Indian classical dance together. And they still unite in Jaipur for events like the Sethi wedding.

They have held onto their socially conservative culture, fending off the onslaught of Americanization, by constant use of those totems of modernity -- telephone, fax, E-mail message and jet plane.

The fathers go back and forth most often, carrying satchels of gems folded up in tidy paper packets, each flight a thread stitching their lives here and there together. But the wives and children also go to India every year for weddings, family visits and religious pilgrimages.

Because of their wealth and the intensity of their business ties to India, these families are among the immigrants, Indian and otherwise, most tightly bound to their homelands. But their experience is common to immigrants from all over the world who have taken advantage of skills and contacts developed in New York and back home to build businesses and transoceanic lives.

Above all, the gemstone traders are held together by what they describe as a shared Indian idea of family, one that sees American-style individualism as a form of egoism that has fostered premarital sex, disrespect, divorce and other social ills.

They are looking back not just to India, but to a remembered India.

''India has changed tremendously, especially in the big cities,'' said Jyoti Pandya, one of the gemstone traders. ''All the young ones there are trying to catch up with the West. Our children, we teach them the values of 20 years ago.''

The heart of that teaching is an observance of hierarchies, the child giving deference to the parent, the daughter-in-law to the mother-in-law, the wife to the husband.

''Ladies have to admit that the husband is more powerful,'' said Haridas Kotahwala, a leading trader in the circle that includes the Sethis and Pandyas. ''It is better to surrender than to have all these arguments.''

But while the parents still consider themselves Indians, their children have grown up attending American schools, going to American movies, watching American television. Striving and ambitious, they often chafe at their parents' expectations. Just as often, they say they value the comfort and security of their affectionate, protective families.

Over the Christmas holidays, many of them traveled to this city in northwest India for the Sethi wedding with the nonchalance of New Yorkers vacationing at a Florida condo. Several, like Mr. Pandya's daughter, Komal, a Columbia University freshman, watched the wedding with more than academic interest. They are entering their marriageable years -- and, like many young Indian-Americans, choosing some form of arranged marriage with open eyes.

''An American girl dates a guy and she doesn't know much about him -- how he was brought up, his moral standards,'' Miss Pandya said. ''I trust my parents to look for someone who will give me the life I've been brought up to have.''

But the dissonance between her American and Indian identities emerged as she talked about her place in such a marriage. In one breath, she said, ''I would never set aside family for career.'' And in the next, she said, ''I don't want my husband to be my identity.'' Then she looked confused: ''I'm like, oh yeah, I'm going to have my own identity and I'm going to be a demure wife. It is contradictory and hypocritical.''

Just how these young Indian-Americans will seek to harmonize these clashing values remains to be seen. What is clear is that they feel little pressure to shed their ethnicity like some unwanted skin. ''It's like P.C. that if my mom wants to be an Indian and wear a sari, it's O.K.,'' said Mr. Kotahwala's niece, Shweta, a 19-year-old international business major at New York University.

Instead, they will be sorting out just who they are on their own terms. Back in New York, Vinit Sethi is struggling to establish himself and his wife as a couple apart, within the close embrace of his family.

After honeymooning in the old royal city of Udaipur -- and Disney World -- they have settled into a one-bedroom apartment on Manhattan's East Side, in a traditional Indian family arrangement, across the hall from his parents. But Mr. Sethi has also undertaken to expose his bride to the Americana he loves. He has inflicted his old ''Seinfeld'' videotapes on her and taken her to Macy's, a Yankees game and the Great American Scream Machine at Six Flags.

And he has urged her to become a more independent, modern woman -- to go back to college, to wear jeans, to do what would have been unthinkable to her only a year ago: call her husband by his first name.

The Mother Finding a Match For an Eligible Son

Shashi Sethi is a guardian of family traditions, a woman who has given her life to her husband and two sons. As her boys grew up, she devotedly hand rolled the roti for their lunches, pushed them to study hard, instilled in them the family's religious values. She never once hired a baby sitter, not even for an evening. And as Vinit, the older son, came of age, her matchmaking instincts kicked in.

Mrs. Sethi knew he was a fine catch. At Manhattan's hypercompetitive Stuyvesant High School, he had excelled academically, but never dated. At Penn, where he graduated summa cum laude, he dated occasionally, but never had a girlfriend.

He took a job straight out of college with Lazard Freres & Company, the white-shoe investment bank, and promptly moved in across the hall from his parents. Many nights he dined on his mother's cooking in the room where he had slept on a Murphy bed as a boy.

It was when Vinit was 23 that Mrs. Sethi told him it was time to stop ''goofing around'' and marry. If he wanted to pick his own wife in the American way, she told him, that was fine -- as long as the girl was a strict vegetarian. If the newlyweds planned to live across the hall, ''I would have to get along with her and she would have to get along with me, emotionwise, foodwise and livingwise.''

Vinit told his mother he had no marriage plans. He had not yet decided between a match of his own making and one of his parents'. Either way, though, ''I always knew I'd probably end up getting married to someone who wasn't very American, because I'm not myself in some ways,'' he said. ''There's a certain level of individualism in American relationships I don't agree with myself.''

So Mrs. Sethi quickly went into action. ''I had an agenda,'' she said. ''I began spreading the word with friends and family in Bombay and Jaipur.'' She planned a trip to India, but Vinit, immersed in his job and in no hurry to wed, refused to go.

The news that she was looking for a bride spread like wildfire. She received a package from a family friend in Dallas about a relative in India, Anshu Jain. It included Miss Jain's ''bio data,'' a kind of resume for arranged-marriage prospects (Age: 19; Height: 5 foot 5 inches; Complexion: Fair), and an unprepossessing photo of an unsmiling young woman in a stiff pose, one arm crossed over the other. Mrs. Sethi set the envelope aside, barely giving it a thought.

Some months later, in January 1997, she set out for India. In Jaipur -- where her father once had an emerald-cutting factory -- she met several nice young women from good families. Then, while she was in Bombay visiting her husband's family, Miss Jain, her father and two uncles came to call.

The willowy, soft-spoken Miss Jain walked in looking nothing like the gawky young woman in the photo. She quickly won over Vinit's grandmother, uncle, aunt, assorted cousins -- and, most important, his mother.

''Anshu had a softness,'' Mrs. Sethi recalled. ''She was very down to earth, very simple, very humble. It just clicked.''

When Mrs. Sethi returned to New York, she and her son met for coffee at Dean & DeLuca near Rockefeller Center. She described the young women she had met, ranking the top four and their respective virtues. Always, Miss Jain headed the list. Her background was quite compatible with the Sethis'. She, too, was from a conservative family that followed Jainism -- a religion of nonviolence and vegetarianism, honesty and frugality. Her father ran a rental car company and a factory that made elastic.

Five months later, Vinit flew to Hyderabad to meet her. At a party before he left, one of his college friends brought out a cake topped with a plastic married couple and the words, ''Happy 17th Birthday,'' suggesting he was going to be married off to a teen-ager. ''I was a little spooked by the whole situation,'' he acknowledged. But he told himself he could always refuse the match.

The first day he and Anshu met, they spoke about hobbies, school, siblings. He was charmed, but felt he needed to know her better. But Miss Jain's family customarily allowed its daughters only a brief pre-engagement glimpse of the men they were to wed; a girl's reputation, essential to her marriageability, had to be carefully guarded.

Unbeknownst to the rest of her family, her father decided to allow another meeting. The next day, he sent one of his veteran drivers to pick up Vinit. During hours of talk in the back of the car, she told him of her bare-bones needs: ''A guy who's patient and who doesn't smoke or eat tobacco.'' He, in turn, told her about his more complex requirements: a woman with whom he connected emotionally and who shared his commitment to family.

He knew there was no chance for a third meeting. He had to decide.

He flew to Bombay the next day and waited to see if the spell would lift. It didn't.

He said yes.

The Gem Trade A Generation Heads for New York

Haridas Kotahwala, dapper in a finely checked blazer and pristine white shirt, strode through a warren of dusty alleyways in Jaipur's Tripolia Bazaar, oblivious to the meandering sacred cows and scrawny dogs, his briefcase swinging at his side.

The eldest son in one of the 30 families that dominate the Jaipur gem trade, the 59-year-old Mr. Kotahwala has lived in New York for three decades. He had taken his wife and son to Jaipur for the Sethi wedding, but on this sun-drenched day, he was on his way to meet some gem brokers at the family's cutting and polishing factory.

Up a narrow, twisting flight of stairs, he emerged into a courtyard surrounded by rooms filled with the soft clicking sound of lapidaries at work. Soon he was sitting shoeless and cross-legged on a white floor mat, as comfortable haggling for sapphires and emeralds with the cell-phone-toting brokers as he was a few months later politely selling those stones from a booth at a trade show at the Javits Center in New York.

Jaipur had its origin as the center of India's colored gemstone industry in the 1700's. Today, the gem business is Jaipur's largest employer and gems and jewelry India's second-largest source of foreign exchange -- $5.6 billion a year -- after textiles.

The Indian jewelry trade, and the men of Mr. Kotahwala's generation, truly came of age in the late 1960's, thanks to the globalization of the economy and changing American immigration policy.

Congress had excluded Indian immigrants in 1917. But while the door was opened a crack in 1946, it was not until 1965, with the passage of the Hart-Celler Immigration and Nationality Act, that large numbers of Asian immigrants began arriving in America.

This sea change came at a fortunate time for the gemstone merchants. The demand for jewels in India had declined precipitously with the demise of its many princely states after independence from Britain in 1947. Several pioneering traders had discovered New York as jewelry exhibitors at the 1964 World's Fair in Flushing Meadows. The vast American consumer market beckoned.

The Kotahwala matriarch, Shyama Devi Kotahwala, said she worried that Haridas and his younger brother, Vinod, would be influenced by ''the spoiled culture of America.'' She fretted that they would neglect her in her old age, that their children might marry outside their merchant caste and Hindu religion, perhaps even to Americans.

Still, with great trepidation, the families sent forth their young men to New York.

Mr. Kotahwala arrived in 1968 and rented a $200-a-month studio apartment in the diamond district, where he lived and worked. To break into a trade dominated by European and American Jews, he went door to door with a sample case, a confident, gossipy salesman slowly building a clientele. The Sethis arrived in New York four years later, after Shashi's father offered to help her carefully chosen husband, Dilip Sethi, gain a foothold in the emerald business.

There were then only a few thousand Indians in New York. In Manhattan, the traders say they found just two Indian restaurants and one grocery, where the owner never let them squeeze the vegetables.

Today, New York's Indian population has swelled to 200,000, and the gem merchants' trade group comprises 230 companies. Some of the more prominent clans, like the Kotahwalas, have become to families what multinational corporations are to businesses -- entities that transcend borders.

The Kotahwala family straddles America and the subcontinent, with offices also in Idar-Oberstein, Germany; Bangkok, and Hong Kong. Haridas and Vinod Kotahwala are based in New York, in a modern office in a sleek high-rise; for many years they lived together, with their families, in Queens. The other two brothers, in Jaipur, live with their mother, wives and children, in an aging mansion, called a haveli, within the terra cotta-colored walls of the old city.

And the pattern will continue: Haridas Kotahwala has a son In New York and another in Jaipur, and he recently set up a company for them, Royal India U.S.A.

Technology makes the Kotahwalas' way of life possible. The brothers here and there live with ears glued to telephones as they confer about deals. Their fax machines hum with orders. Their mother talks to her sons in New York by phone every week. She flies to America, and her sons and their families to Jaipur. Her hand in the family, as the matriarch, is still strong.

The family members move easily through the looking glass dividing the two worlds.

The 11-bedroom haveli, with its worn, aging couches in ascetic common spaces, is in the raucous heart of the Tripolia Bazaar. Outside, the streets are choked with bicycle rickshaws, motor scooters and carts drawn by camels with flowers perched on their noses and elaborate patterns shaved into their hides. Inside, Mrs. Kotahwala makes the rules, deciding on the menus (no onion or garlic), directing the servants.

Periodically, the matriarch spends a few months with Vinod and his wife, Shushma, 42, in their white stucco house in Forest Hills, Queens. There, the streets are orderly, the yew hedges manicured and the only sounds in the house on a quiet afternoon are the stately ticking of a grandfather clock and the tinkle of a teacup on its saucer. The two younger children attend private school, and on the advice of teachers, their mother has stopped speaking to them in Hindi.

Still, with the matriarch in town, the customs are those of the Indian family. ''I wear traditional Indian saris in front of her, no pants or Western clothes,'' said Shushma. ''I cook the way she likes. It's an obligation.''

In her religious observances, Shushma Kotahwala also follows the way of her husband's family. She has set up a small shrine in a window seat of her bedroom, with an incense burner and statuettes of Krishna.

In Jaipur for the Sethi wedding, Shushma and her daughter Shweta journeyed to sacred places in and around Mathura, the birthplace of Krishna. As they moved from a windowless temple, where the visage of the family swami stared down from the saffron-colored wall, to shops where her daughter bought gaudy prints of Krishna, to the legendary mountain that Krishna held aloft on his finger, Shushma, so serious before, became girlish, almost giddy.

The trips to India come with many familial duties, but among the streaming multitudes of worshipers bearing sweets and tins of milk to pour on the black mountainside in offering to Krishna, she seemed exalted, her faith refreshed and her spirit renewed.

The Rules Young Brides, Boys With Prospects

Shushma Kotahwala had more than one wedding on her mind on her winter trip to Jaipur. The time had come to begin looking for a husband for 19-year-old Shweta.

Mrs. Kotahwala herself had married at 20, after learning the refined arts of embroidery, stitching, doll making, classical Indian dance and English literature. Her arranged marriage, she said, was her destiny -- and it brought her to America. ''Nobody can change their destiny,'' she said. ''That's what I believe and what most Indians believe.''

Her daughter's destiny, Mrs. Kotahwala said, is likely to lie in India, in an extended family with her husband and his relations -- and that means her youth is crucial. If a woman is 25 or 26, ''It becomes hard to mold the girl into the family -- and you get divorce,'' she said. ''If the girl is young, she can be molded and it will unite the family. She won't have an independent way of thinking.''

A woman in her mid-20's may also have lost her physical charms: ''Maybe the boy can reject you because you don't look good.''

Mrs. Kotahwala passed out Shweta's bio data to close friends and relatives, including her brother-in-law, Pramod Kotahwala, who lives in Jaipur and so would continue the search when she returned to New York.

Mr. Kotahwala explained the practicalities of arranging a marriage. In Shweta's case, he said, the goal is to find her a family from a big city since she is accustomed to life in New York. Whether the young man is from Bombay or Delhi, or even Singapore or Hong Kong, matters little. ''Ultimately, these families are based in India,'' he said. ''The connection has to be started here.''

And the young man should have prospects: ''We're looking for a boy who's settled in a business, not a profession, taking his own decisions, not necessarily earning much. I want to be able to smell the growth in him.''

Shweta's wedding itself will be a costly multiday affair. He estimated the expense at $200,000 to $300,000 -- for clothes, a sum of money to take with her into the marriage, a set of jewels and the celebration for 3,000.

The Kotahwalas live simply in the Jaipur haveli, in part to save for the weddings of the family's unmarried daughters and for the jewels of future daughters-in-law.

''The son's wife has to have the same jewels as the other daughters-in-law,'' he said, ''or she will have a complex because she is living in the joint family.''

Shweta, who was born in India and has gone back and forth all her life, says she welcomes an arranged marriage, even if it takes her to Calcutta or Bombay. ''I just want a cosmopolitan city,'' she said. ''I don't want to go to Kentucky.''

She also wants to finish college first, which should take a year -- and her parents agree.

For the first 13 years of her life, Shweta and her immediate family lived in Queens with her Uncle Haridas's family. She knows life in a joint Indian family and the art of compromise that keeps it operating smoothly. She enjoys living in a house where she is never alone. While other children played Nintendo after school, she was home squabbling endlessly with her cousin Vishal. ''He'd want falafel,'' she said. ''I'd want pizza.''

Indian culture is deeply rooted in her.

''If I want to walk away from it -- out of the house -- I can,'' she said. ''But I don't need to. I don't want to. I'm happy. That's a part of who I am. That's my individuality.''

The Wedding Day Jewels and Silk And American Rap

They came from New York and Houston, New Delhi and Jaipur, the hundreds of people who poured into Jaipur's main auditorium on Dec. 25 for a gala evening of talent-show performances by the young friends and family of the Sethis. The women wore their finest saris in vivid hues of orange, pink and red. Their ear lobes, necks and fingers glittered with emeralds, diamonds and rubies.

Young men and women danced to Indian pop. Mr. Sethi's younger brother, Vaibhav, a student at the University of Michigan, lip synched to the rapper Notorious B.I.G., then performed a rap of his own.

It all started out way back in January,

When Mom met Anshu and this story began.

Mom thought, ''Wow, she's perfect for my Beta.''

But Vinit said, ''No, not know, maybe lata.''

The brother wound up with a typically Indian wedding wish: ''Now let the wedding proceed, let's have some fun. This little story's over, now let's see a Sethi son.''

''The New York girls'' -- Shweta Kotahwala, Komal Pandya and a Barnard College freshman named Anjali Rawat -- swirled and undulated across the stage to the beat of Indian movie tunes, singing along in Hindi.

Miss Rawat was awaiting her own arranged marriage in Jaipur the following year to a young man from a family of Indian industrialists. They were engaged when she was 18, just after she graduated from the Brearley School in Manhattan.

While she had always known that she would ''be arranged,'' she said she was shocked that it had happened so soon, and threw a few tantrums. Eventually, though, she accepted it, and with considerable sadness has given up finishing her education at Barnard and her dream of becoming a television news anchor; instead, she will follow her husband to London or India. ''I wish it didn't have to be this way,'' she said, ''but I can't really do anything about it.''

Vinit and Anshu watched from the audience. Since their engagement, they had come to know each other by talking for hours by telephone, running up $500-a-month bills at 69 cents a minute. Still, they seemed a bit awkward and frazzled later that evening as they stood together, she in a long white dress, he in a suit. Their hands never touched.

The next afternoon, the Sethi family and friends gathered beneath a gaily colored tent for the wedding procession. Vinit smiled broadly when his college friends clustered around him, joshing him about the wealth of gemstones strung around his neck. ''He's the million dollar man,'' one said, to the laughter of all. But when they drifted away, Vinit remained on his horse, alone, his expression frozen into a tight, distracted smile.

At about 7 P.M., he reached his bride at the hotel. But only after a five-hour reception around the pool did the marriage ceremony itself actually begin -- at a time the astrologers had designated as the most auspicious.

The Wife Deference To Mummyji

Since the wedding, Anshu Sethi and her mother-in-law have settled into a comfortable rhythm in the long hours when their husbands are at work. Anshu pads back and forth across the hallway between the apartments, a sweet-tempered companion always happy to bring a tray of masala tea and salty snacks to afternoon visitors or to learn to cook the dishes her husband likes.

Most evenings, she and Vinit, who now works at a hedge fund, have dinner with his parents, then retire to the apartment his mother redecorated in soft greens, with a small shrine in a kitchen cabinet stocked with incense, a prayer scroll and a Jain painting. When they go out, they seem like any other young couple newly in love -- teasing, holding hands, sharing food from each other's plates.

Vinit's mother declares that she has found a new daughter in Anshu. And she loves having her son and his wife so close by.

''I've told Vinit,'' she said, '' 'Living with you is the happiest thing that can happen to me in my life. But I'm not going to blackmail you for your presence. It has to be your and Anshu's decision.' ''

Anshu seems to have slipped easily into the life of her new family. Which is not to say that there haven't been some adjustments. The new Mrs. Sethi sometimes finds herself caught between the different expectations of her mother-in-law and her husband.

There is, for example, the question of what she wears. Mrs. Sethi has insisted that when Anshu is at home, she wear a salwar kameez, a long flowing tunic over pants -- no jeans or Western attire. ''I have many friends in the building,'' the mother-in-law explained. ''The Rawats and Jhalanis, those ladies all wear saris and so do their daughters-in-law. Salwars are one step more casual than saris.''

Vinit has conceded defeat.

''It's law,'' he said. ''The jurisdiction of Shashi Sethi decides Anshu will wear salwars in the house.''

He and his mother have also differed over Anshu's education. Anshu had already graduated from a college in India, but Vinit felt strongly that she should begin earning an American degree soon after the wedding. His mother, though, was cautious about moving the young woman too far, too fast. In the spring, Mrs. Sethi still felt she needed to accompany her daughter-in-law whenever she left the house.

''Vinit has to take an interest in her growing up, expanding her horizons,'' his mother said. ''I also don't want her to limit herself just to the house. But right now, I'm not ready for her to go alone in New York City. She seems like a foreigner, not because of dress, but because there is a look of curiosity on her face that makes her vulnerable.''

Anshu herself was torn. Her parents in Hyderabad had warned her, she said, that the issue should not become ''an object of my mother-in-law's discontent with me.''

The push-and-pull of the joint family, though, has had a happy outcome in this case. Anshu has applied to college for the fall. She is now venturing out on her own to the placement tests and interviews.

''Mummyji supports it now,'' she said.

The newlyweds plan to have children in a few years, and have already decided they will speak Hindi to them. Like his parents before them, Vinit and Anshu will fly often to India to see her family and his, propelling their children into the back-and-forth life that knits India and America together.

Then and There



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Tuesday, November 11, 2008

EMQ #3 Question 2

What does he mean by various zones? 

#3 question3

um can someone help me with this one.....is it because
most of the immigrants live in the suburbs or cities?

can we use our jailfree cards on this assignment?

can we use our jailfree cards on this assignment?

#3

can someone tell me where i can find information on the french muslim conflict in the book?

EMQ3-Number 2

So i wanted to just print out a current map of palestine and then draw all the other boundaries in it, do you think that's acceptable?

Some Articles

In French Suburbs, Same Rage, but New Tactics
By ELAINE SCIOLINO

PARIS, Nov. 27 — Two years after France’s immigrant suburbs exploded in rage, the rituals and acts of resentment have reappeared with an eerie sameness: roving gangs clashing with riot police forces, the government appealing for calm, residents complaining that they are ignored.

And while the scale of the unrest of the past few days does not yet compare with the three-week convulsion in hundreds of suburbs and towns in 2005, a chilling new factor makes it, in some sense, more menacing. The onetime rock throwers and car burners have taken up hunting shotguns and turned them on the police.

More than 100 officers have been wounded, several of them seriously, according to the police. Thirty were hit with buckshot and pellets from shotguns, and one of the wounded was hit with a type of bullet used to kill large game, Patrice Ribeiro, a police spokesman, said in a telephone interview. One of the officers lost an eye; another’s shoulder was shattered by gunfire.

It is legal to own a shotgun in France — as long as the owner has a license — and police circles were swirling with rumors that the bands of youths were procuring more weapons.

“This is a real guerrilla war,” Mr. Ribeiro told RTL radio, warning that the police, who have struggled to avoid excessive force, will not be fired upon indefinitely without responding.

The police have made more than 30 arrests but have been restrained in controlling the violence, using tear gas to disperse the bands of young people and firing paint balls to identify people for possible arrests later.

The prefecture of the police in the Val d’Oise area, where most of the violence has occurred, said Tuesday night that there were no reported injuries among civilians that could be linked to the police.

The events of the past three days, set off by the deaths of two teenagers whose minibike collided with a police vehicle on Sunday, make clear that the underlying causes of frustration and anger — particularly among unemployed, undereducated youths, mostly the offspring of Arab and African immigrants — remain the same.

“We have heard promise after promise, but nothing has been done in the suburbs since the last riots, nothing,” said François Pupponi, the Socialist mayor of Sarcelles, which has been struck by the violence, in an interview. “The suburbs are like tinderboxes. You have people in terrible social circumstances, plus all the rage, plus all the hate, plus all the rumors, and all you need is one spark to set them on fire.”

On Tuesday, there were the first signs of the violence spreading beyond the Paris region when a dozen cars were set afire in the southern city of Toulouse.

In the wake of the unrest in 2005, the government of then-President Jacques Chirac (with Nicolas Sarkozy, now the president, as the tough, law-and-order interior minister) announced measures to improve life in the suburbs, including extra money for housing, schools and neighborhood associations, as well as counseling and job training for unemployed youths. None has gone very far.

At that time, Mr. Sarkozy alienated large numbers of inhabitants in the troubled ethnic pockets of France, but afterward reverted to a low-key approach, which he has maintained ever since. During his presidential campaign, he stayed away from the troubled suburbs, aware that his presence could inflame public opinion against him.

In his six months as president, he has largely focused on injecting new life into France’s flaccid economy through creating jobs and lowering taxes and consumer prices.

His most notable initiative in dealing with youth crime has been punitive: the passage of a law last July that required a minimum sentence for repeat offenders and in many cases allowed minors between 16 and 18 years old to be tried and sentenced as adults.

Since September, Fadela Amara, his outspoken junior minister charged with drawing up a policy for the suburbs, has been holding town hall meetings throughout France in preparation for what is to be a “Marshall Plan” for the suburbs. Her proposals are scheduled to be made public in January.

“We’ve been talking about a Marshall Plan for the suburbs since the early 1990s,” said Adil Jazouli, a sociologist who focuses on the suburbs. “We don’t need poetry. We don’t need reflection. We need money.”

After he returns from China on Wednesday morning, Mr. Sarkozy plans to visit a seriously wounded senior policeman at a hospital near the northern Paris suburb of Villiers-le-Bel.

It was in Villiers-le-Bel on Sunday afternoon that the deaths of two teenagers identified as Moushin, 15, and Larimi, 16, occurred, the event that set off the latest unrest. The teenagers were riding without helmets on a minibike that collided with a police car; rumors that the police had caused the accident elicited calls for revenge.

The crash was reminiscent of the electrocution deaths in another Paris suburb in October 2005 of two teenagers, who, according to some accounts, were running away from police. That event set off the worst civil unrest in France in four decades, plunging the country into what Mr. Chirac called “a profound malaise.”

But Mr. Sarkozy, still reeling from huge transit strikes and student protests throughout France this month, is unlikely to use the current unrest as a vehicle to turn introspective or vent his rage too loudly at those he once called “scum.”

In 2005, he vowed to clean out young troublemakers from one Paris suburb with a Kärcher, the brand name of a high-powered hose used to wash off graffiti; when he pledged in another suburb that year to rid poor suburban neighborhoods of their “scum,” he was pelted with bottles and rocks.

On Tuesday, Prime Minister François Fillon told Parliament that the clashes were “unacceptable, intolerable, incomprehensible,” and he pledged punishment for the offenders in the affected suburbs.

“Those who shoot at policemen, those who beat a police officer almost to death, are criminals and must be treated as such,” he said, adding, “We will do everything so that tonight there is a maximum security presence.”

Under heavy security on Tuesday night, Mr. Fillon visited Villiers-le-Bel, where the two youths had died, in what he called a show of support for the police and firefighters. About 1,000 police officers were deployed there.

Critics of the Sarkozy government complain that many areas in the suburbs are without a police presence, and that the only time there is a show of security is after violence erupts.

“Sarkozy promised to send more police to the suburbs, but in so many places there are fewer police than there were two years ago,” said Mohamed Hamidi, the French founder of Bondy Blog, a popular political blog created in the Paris suburb of Bondy after the outbreak of violence in 2005. “He didn’t keep his word. Who suffers from all the violence and the burning cars? The people who live in these neighborhoods.”

In Villiers-le-Bel on Tuesday night, the atmosphere was tense, with white police trucks and antiriot police officers on the streets. Earlier in the day, about 300 people, including children, marched silently in memory of the two dead teenagers.

At a bakery on a small plaza in town, Habib Friaa, the baker, mourned their deaths, especially that of Larimi, who had started an apprenticeship with him two months ago.

“Baking was his passion,” Mr. Friaa said. “He was a courageous young man, someone who had hope.”

Ariane Bernard contributed reporting from Paris, and Basil Katz from Villiers-le-Bel.




New French riots speak volumes
Two nights of youth violence in immigrant suburbs show little has changed since 2005.
By Geraldine Baum
Los Angeles Times Staff Writer

November 28, 2007

VILLIERS-LE-BEL, FRANCE — They burned the library overnight during a riot in this gritty suburb outside Paris. The blackened shelves and books were thrown around like garbage the next morning, and singed desks were piled on top of one another like old firewood.

As they examined the wreckage Tuesday -- the senator, the sports coach and the teenagers with sticks and pipes still walking around in the light of day -- all had similar explanations. Why the arson up and down the commercial streets? Why the attack on a preschool and the area's only train station? The deaths of two teenagers after their motorbike collided Sunday with a police car had ignited a melee.

But why two nights of unparalleled violence against police by disaffected youth?

"It's a way of making people understand we've had enough," says Charlie Koissi, the 31-year-old coach who seems to know every kid who passes by and gives each one a high-five. "When you touch one of our brothers, no matter what [his] origin, it concerns us."

Raymonde Le Texier, the senator who represents the area in Parliament and has lived here 40 years, describes pent-up rage by black and Muslim children of immigrants who feel lost and abandoned in the projects.

"People feel forgotten by those in power," says Le Texier, a member of the Socialist Party. "It's the truth -- they have been forgotten."

As for the kids, they speak without words. They throw rocks at outsiders and stare angrily at officials such as Prime Minister Francois Fillon, who breezes quickly past the burned-out library and later calls the rioters "criminals." Journalists with their relentless questions are circling around the kids, who half want to be heard and half want to fight them. No, they aren't talking today, and they shout down their "brothers" who try to speak.

By midnight the area had mostly calmed down, but bands of young people set more cars on fire and 22 youths were taken into custody, the regional government said. Unrest flared briefly in the city of Toulouse, in southern France, where 10 cars and another library were torched by roving posses of disaffected youth.



A world apart

Theirs is a world apart, with its own codes and subculture. When France was paralyzed for most of November by widespread strikes, the young in these poor neighborhoods remained calm, quietly enduring the chaos like everybody else. But then two of their own, identified as Moushin, 15, and Larimi, 16, lay dead on the street. They immediately blamed the cops. Cars were set on fire, and blurry photographs of the teenagers with "We Love You" written on them were taped on storefronts and street signs. This time around, the violence came faster and more furiously than in 2005.

During 200 nights of clashes between ghetto youth and riot police that year, there was only one death and sporadic injuries. But after only two nights of confrontations this week, 80 police officers were hospitalized, including six who were seriously injured when rioters assaulted them with stones, gas bombs and firecrackers. At least two dozen officers were hit by pellets fired from guns.

"We're not talking about urban violence anymore, we're talking about insurrection," says Patrice Ribeiro, head of the police union Synergie Officers. "It's more violent than in 2005. . . . We have armed people shooting at police. We knew it was going to happen and it happened."

The senator, the sports coach and the kids with sticks each in their own way could also have predicted the outbreak of violence. Since 2005, not much has changed in the lives of the young rabble-rousers. Despite the money the government has poured into these areas to rehabilitate them, the mood is the same.

In this town of 27,000 -- with its quaint center city of two-story stucco buildings and hulking high-rise apartments on the periphery -- young and older men still roam the streets with nothing to do most weekdays. The jobless rate remains steady at 40%.

Young people "don't have work," says Koissi, the coach. "That's the point."

The City Council built a park for riding motorbikes, a favorite, if not rowdy, pastime of the young in such neighborhoods. But the police tightly control it, complains Koissi. "The police shoo the kids away, and they have nowhere else to go."

The French government has been trying to bring renewal to these tumbledown areas, spending almost $9 billion a year on programs and construction projects. But a recent watchdog report showed that much of the money had been wasted through inefficiency and repetitive services.

There is now a new president, Nicolas Sarkozy, promising more renewal, but he is also the loathed former interior minister of the previous administration who fanned the violence in 2005 by referring to marauding youth as "scum."

Sarkozy, who returns from China today, has made it clear that he'll side with law enforcement and the people who have lost their cars and their businesses to the unrest.

But he also reached out to the parents of the teenage accident victims, inviting them to visit the presidential Elysee Palace so he could express his condolences. They declined the invitation, and the brother of one victim has publicly accused police of inappropriately leaving the scene after the collision.

Two investigations are underway to determine who was at fault.

In the meantime, Le Texier, the senator, scoffs at Sarkozy's urban affairs minister, Fadela Amara, a Muslim who grew up in the projects and is a former Socialist who defected to join the new center-right government. Amara has been on a mission since summer to hear from the residents of the ghetto about what they think must be done and is expected to deliver a plan of action by early next year.

Le Texier says people who know the problems are disgusted by Amara's search for the best strategies: "We've been telling the government for 10 years what needs to be done here."

The most difficult hurdles, she and others agree, are the ones money cannot easily fix. They are endemic to the culture of France's 5 million immigrants, particularly many of the second generation who are born in France but don't feel French.

And so during a night of rage they target a police station, a library: "It's a symbol," says Le Texier, "of the republic, of the city, of the state."



Lost dictionaries

But the hopelessness that might explain away the destruction this week does not justify the misery it brings to the lives of three little boys. At least they don't seem to think so.

On his way home from school for lunch Tuesday, Matthew Touissant, 12, and his two buddies pass by the remains of the library. They survey it soberly.

"The dictionaries were over there," says Yazid, 11, pointing behind the teetering pile of desks.

"In the middle," adds Michael, 11, "was where they welcomed young kids like us."

Matthew lives nearby and came to the library to do homework but also because there was nothing at home to do.

His parents, he says, weren't so much sad as they were shocked that it was destroyed.

"Now," he sighs, "they won't know what to do with me."

geraldine.baum@latimes.com

Achrene Sicakyuz of The Times' Paris Bureau and special correspondent Devorah Lauter contributed to this report.



Revolting High Rises
By CHRISTOPHER CALDWELL
There is a somewhat comic lining around the cloud of France's suburban riots. Suddenly the word banlieue has been embraced by people not known for peppering their conversation with French words - callers to right-wing talk shows, for instance. Obviously, they want to stress how different those suburbs (burning cars and hip-hop hand gestures) are from our own (swing sets and Weber grills). European politicians, anxious lest their countries be perceived as "the next France," have made a similar point. Wolfgang Schäuble, a prominent German Christian Democrat, said recently, "We do not have these gigantic high-rise projects that they have on the edge of French cities."
Meanwhile, people in Marseille, which has one of the heaviest concentrations of immigrants' children in France, were relieved that their city was left mostly unscathed when those children staged a nationwide uprising. What is different about Marseille, residents say, is that it is too hemmed in by mountains and sea to ship its poor to the outskirts. Executives, entrepreneurs and others who don't have to punch the clock are the ones who live farther out - in Aix-en-Provence, for instance, which is reachable by fast trains. Marseille is not like most French cities, where the urban core is made up of neatly tended architectural treasures and the disorder is pushed to the periphery. It is turned inside out, so that "inner city" and "suburbia" retain their American connotations. That may have spared Marseille a lot of problems.
La crise des banlieues turns out to be an ambiguous phrase. Is there a problem in France's suburbs or with France's suburbs? For Schäuble, it's the buildings. For the boosters of Marseille, it's where you put them.
The Swiss architect Le Corbusier, as Francophobes have been more than ready to explain, bears some of the blame for both. His designs inspired many of the suburbs where the riots of October and November began. In fact, he inspired the very practice of housing the urban poor by building up instead of out. Soaring apartments, he thought, would finally give sunlight and fresh air to city laborers, who had been trapped in narrow and fetid back streets since the dawn of urbanization. But high-rise apartments mixed badly with something poor communities generate in profusion: groups of young, armed, desperate males. Anyone who could control the elevator bank (and, when that became too terrifying to use, the graffiti-covered stairwells) could hold hundreds of families ransom.
Le Corbusier called houses "machines for living." France's housing projects, as we now know, became machines for alienation. In theory, the cause of this alienation is some mix of the buildings themselves and the way they're joined to the city. But in practice, the most effective urban renewal has tended to focus on the buildings. It focuses on the buildings by razing them.
The Netherlands provides the best example of how this works. Amsterdam and Rotterdam stand in the same urban-planning relationship as Paris and Marseille. The core of golden-age buildings along Amsterdam's canals are surrounded by industrial-age apartments and then by a fan of housing projects. Rotterdam, because it was rebuilt after heavy bombing in World War II, has big concentrations of poor and working-class people, many of them immigrants and their children, living in the bull's-eye of the metropolitan area.
So the two cities are urban-planning opposites. And since the murder of the filmmaker Theo van Gogh by a Dutch Islamist last year, it has become common to speak of them as political opposites. Amsterdam's mayor, Job Cohen, represents the Labor Party, which has controlled the city for decades and is often accused of excessive multicultural sensitivity. Rotterdam's housing policy is in the hands of Leefbaar Rotterdam, the party of the populist Pim Fortuyn, who was assassinated in 2002. Until recently, the housing boss was Marco Pastors, a charismatic and controversial leader known for tough talk on immigration.
Yet the cities' redevelopment policies are virtually identical. Both are well into a headlong retreat from gigantism and uniformity. The notorious high rises of De Bijlmer in southeastern Amsterdam were completed only in 1975 but were soon generating the kind of pathology on display in the banlieues. A succession of Labor mayors have presided over their dismantling to make way for smaller "garden houses." When the city determined that 11,000 units of housing were needed in the Nieuw West area, it decided to demolish 13,000 units and build 24,000 on a more neighborly scale, to avoid what Cohen calls "huge, stretched-out deprived areas."
In right-wing Rotterdam, meanwhile, Pastors has done almost exactly the same thing. He poured resources into mixed-income projects started by the Labor Party in the once-dismal neighborhood of Bospolder-Tussendijken and added others of his own. His reasoning is the same as Cohen's. Both argue for maximum residential diversity on the grounds that people now have "housing careers."
In the old days, the argument runs, a person with a working-class identity could live in "working-class housing." But today people have housing careers that vary as much as their professional ones. When they are young and not terribly bothered by noise, they might choose small, functional places close to cultural attractions and nightlife. They can move to larger, quieter ones when they have families and then trade space for comfort when their children leave home. Corbusier-style city planning shows no evidence of having considered this. If you don't vary the housing units in a given neighborhood - if you fill entire quarters of the city with standard-issue monoliths - you condemn upwardly mobile people to constant movement. The only people who develop any sense of place are those trapped in the poverty they started in.
In the course of the October uprising, French observers called this slum-based sense of place a "nationalisme de quartier." It is a problem. Residents of some of the most dismal projects have often proved unwilling to relocate, even when the government has promised to move them into much nicer places. Perhaps they have grown attached to their dangerous homes and neighbors. It is more likely that they're leery about accepting the promises of any government that once stuck them in such a depressing spot to begin with.
Christopher Caldwell, a contributing writer, has recently written about Turkey for the magazine.

France Turns to Tough Policy on Students' Religious Garb

October 22, 2004
By ELAINE SCIOLINO





PARIS, Oct. 21 - To enforce its new law banning religious
symbols from public schools, the Ministry of National
Education has decided to get tough.

This week it held formal disciplinary hearings and began
expelling students who violated the law. The goal was to
get rid of those defined as hopeless cases before the
10-day All Saints school vacation that ends with a national
holiday honoring all of Catholicism's saints.

The French government sees no contradiction or irony here.


Nine female Muslim students who have refused to remove
their Islamic head coverings have been thrown out of
schools across France. After the All Saints break, dozens
of cases that are pending will be reviewed.

"The phase of dialogue and consultation is over," said an
official at the ministry, who refused to allow her name to
be used. "It was an unbearable situation for the teachers
and the pupils. It was a crazy situation. The law has to be
respected at some point."

Since school started a month ago, students who have refused
to remove what school administrators define as conspicuous
religious symbols have been quarantined in study halls or
libraries and not allowed to attend class.

The banned symbols include anything that can be construed
as an Islamic veil (head scarf, bandanna, beret), a Jewish
skullcap, a large Christian cross and a Sikh turban.

Officially the law is aimed at enforcing France's
republican ideal of secularism. Unofficially it is aimed at
stopping female Muslim public school students from swathing
themselves in scarves or even long veils.

There have been odd, unintended consequences.

Despite the
1905 law separating church and state in France, public
schools have been allowed to keep chaplains, most of them
Catechism-teaching and Catholic, on their staffs as long as
they were not paid by the state. In 1960 a law set up a
formal process to create new chaplain posts and allowed
existing ones to continue.

But this fall some teachers at the Dumont d'Urville high
school in the southern city of Toulon objected to what they
said was a double standard: Muslim girls had to doff their
scarves, but the Rev. Antoine Galand, the school's Catholic
chaplain, could wear his priestly garb.

So Father Galand was barred from the school and may return
only if he removes his collar and cassock and dons a
business suit.

"We regret this interpretation of secularism, because it's
not what the law says," said the Rev. Charles Mallard, the
priest responsible for youth instruction in the Catholic
Diocese of Toulon. "But it's not worth fighting over an
article of clothing, knowing that in Catholicism, 'the cowl
doesn't make the monk.' "

He added that even in secular France it was considered
"normal" to have Catholic chaplains in public schools.

Cennet Doganay, a 15-year-old Muslim of Turkish origin from
Strasbourg, showed up on the first day of school in a large
beret. The school administrator told her that the beret was
a religious symbol, refused to admit her to class and
advised her to take a correspondence course from home, Ms.
Doganay said.

She refused. She asked her parents to help her shave off
her hair, returned to school in the beret and when she was
required to remove it, she revealed her bald head in
protest. Since there is nothing particularly religious
about baldness, she is going to school again.

"They drove me crazy and tried to brainwash me so much that
I got fed up and I did it - I shaved my hair off," she
said. "Now I feel alone; I feel like a monster. It's like
being naked on the street."

France's Sikh community, meanwhile, challenged the new law
in court after the Louise-Michel school in the Parisian
suburb of Bobigny barred three male Sikh students from
classes because they were wearing turbans.

The three boys were at first put into a separate room where
they could not attend class and then banished from school
without having the chance to defend their case at a formal
school hearing, Antoine Beauquier, one of the boys'
lawyers, said.

"For the moment we are in this no man's land of no law,"
Mr. Beauquier said. "These three kids, who are good
students with no problems, have had no access to classes.
The effects are terrible."

Confusing matters, he added, some Sikh boys in other
schools have been allowed to attend school wearing a
hairnet or a small piece of fabric on their heads.

In a letter to President Jacques Chirac nearly a year ago,
the Sikh community argued that the turban should be allowed
because it is a cultural, not a religious, symbol.

Under the new law, expelled students have the right to
appeal to their local school boards. If they are under 16,
the legal age for quitting school, they have a stark
choice: they must be schooled at home or by correspondence
or find a private school. France has only one Muslim high
school.

In an interview with France Inter radio on Tuesday,
Education Minister François Fillon said he was pleased with
the way things were going. He said that at the start of the
school year there were 600 cases of students refusing to
remove their religious symbols - most of them Muslim girls
in scarves - but that most had agreed to do so after a
"dialogue."

A number of opponents of the law criticize the "dialogue"
process as nothing more than pressure to break the will of
students. "It's a machine that destroys the individual in
the name of a fundamentalist secularism," said Dr. Thomas
Milcent, a Strasbourg physician and convert to Islam who
heads a Muslim lobbying group. "Some girls have been
treated with cruelty, kept in isolation for days. This is
extremism."

Hélène Fouquet and Ariane Bernard

contributed reporting for this article.

Monday, November 10, 2008

For EMQ #3 does anyone know where the articles for the Muslims and France questions?

EMQ #3

Friday, November 07, 2008

Homework

I'm just trying to make sure but does anyone know wat the homework over the weekend is. I think its EMQ 3 but im not sure

Wednesday, November 05, 2008

number 3

i found universalizing religion in the book but i could not find globalizing religion can anyone help?

culture question set

are we supposed to use that link for the whole thing
or are we suposed to use the book?

Some help

1. With reference to each of the following explain how religion has shaped the cultural landscape.
Support each with an example.
sacred sited burial practices
architecture place name

-how do these affect land usage. Cemeteries are examples of burial usage
-sacred sites How would you expect a culture to maintain a sacred site and the area around it?

2. How has tourism enhanced regional landscape distinctiveness and provide one example
How had tourism diminished regional landscape differences and provide one example
-Can folk culture be used to gain tourists? What can you do to the landscape to get your folk culture to get tourists?
-tourism can demand that you modernize and globalize how would this lessen your differences with outside areas

The bottom ones are easily done just make sure you show me that you did some research and also used your text

3. Define and describe the differences between a universal and a globalizing religion.
Cite a specific religion and show how it exemplifies these differences.
4. Islamic religion. What are the different branches
within this religion and how has this become a source of conflict.
Religion Survey Link:http://mrlewishistoricalsociety.com/religionexc.pdf

Tuesday, November 04, 2008

Holiday Questions

I'am sorry but can anyone please post the questions in the book! Thanks

Holiday Link

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_holidays_by_country

Monday, November 03, 2008

Holiday

For your Holiday either:

Show how the holiday changed over time and relate this to concepts we have gone over or that are in your text

or

Show how the holiday has gone from one place to another. Explain how it has diffused and note some of the more interesting changes

Singapore show on babies

Dr. Love's Super Baby-Making Show

During the 1960's and 70's, the nation of Singapore was having a hard time dealing with its population growth. Singapore is a very small island, and it was feared that the drastic increase in population would cause overcrowding and economic stress. The government started a control campaign with the slogan "Stop at Two." This strategy worked quite well, and soon the population growth leveled out.

During the late 90's, it became apparent that the campaign worked a little too well, as only 52000 babies were born in Singapore in 1988. By 2002, the number was 40800, well below the number needed to keep the population level. Condom manufacturer Durex rated Singapore as the least sexually active nation in the world for both 2002 and 2003. The Singapore government, in an attempt to get things going, began subsidizing romantic dinners on Valentine's Day, special hormone monitoring services, and tax breaks for people having second or third children. None of this seemed to have any effect on the populace.

Enter Doctor Wei Siang Yu, more commonly known to the locals as "Doctor Love." A native Singaporean trained in Australia, the good doctor had already created a program called MEGGalert, which allowed women to monitor their ovulations by cell phone text messages. Dr. Love came to the conclusion that talking to doctors was not the best way for the people of Singapore to learn more about sex. He launched a series of romantic cruise trips to locations in Indonesia in 2003, as a part of the "Sex, Love, and Babies" campaign. Soon, he decided to talk to the populace using a more direct means: television.

In conjunction with the government, Dr. Love will launch the "Midnight Dr. Love Talk Show" in the spring of 2004. "We will have people come and talk about their love lives and private lives. We will also talk about their strategies on love, basically allowing them to talk, listen, understand and analyze," says Doctor Yu. Another part of his show will include romantic bathtub and massage tutorials.

The pinnacle of this plan is the reality show. Planned to premiere in the summer of 2004, Dr. Love's Super Baby-Making Show will feature ten couples from around the world. Over the next two months, the couples would compete to see who could successfully conceive a child first. The winning couple would receive prize money, but the amount it yet to be determined. The show will also investigate some of the problems that the couples encounter while living in Singapore, in an attempt to educate viewers on how to solve their own relationship issues. This is quite a shock to the normally uptight Singapore social standards, which usually ban racy television shows from their country.

Dr. Love is still looking for a producer for his reality show. Two Singapore broadcasters, MediaCorp and MediaWorks, have displayed interest in adding the show to their line-up.