Monday, August 29, 2016
El Divo
I heard about Juán Gabriel’s death yesterday and had no idea how hard it would hit me, until some guy posted on Facebook that he didn't much care for El Divo’s music, completely missing the point of how beloved Juan Gabriel is in Mexico, and what he has meant to generations of popular Mexican culture through thick and thin.
I listened to his music for hours last night, something I had never done before. As I went through the pages and pages of You Tube videos, I realized how his songs and musical lineage gave me an immediate and comforting oasis for things of the heart and human love, a cultural respite from the current wave of public hatred against Mexicans. He is ours and we are his.
Even his last tour, MÉXICO ES TODO, is a proud and arguably defiant act of cultural solidarity with the Mexican People, at a time when we are experiencing frontal racist attacks from abroad, and despite the internal corruption of a Mexican government so cold-blooded, it is using military force to kill indigenous school teachers on strike. But in the end, there is still culture. In the end there is still Juan Gabriel and his ability to humanize us, to move hearts through song with messages about love so familiar you cannot ignore them. AMOR ETERNO.
A prolific songwriter and producer, he wrote over 500 songs, many of them for the likes of the gran damas del canto mexicano: Lola Beltrán, Amalia Mendoza (La Tariácuri) and Lucha Villa. Lola Beltrán first recognized his talent and mentored him right into the highest echelons of Mexican music production. She was his madrina. She held him by the hand and used her own fame to bring the gifted brown beautiful unknown young gay mexicano onto the world stage.
He even wrote a song about the great Diva of Mexican cinema, María Felix, María Bonita, La Doña, beloved muse of Mexican composer Agustín Lara. Years later in his own tribute song to La Doña, Juán Gabriel compares her to the Virgin Mary, the Dark Virgin, La Virgen Morena, Guadalupe Tonantzín the Aztec Mother Goddess, and calls her The Face of God, causing a stir among the gatekeepers.
Perhaps his well-known close relationships with so many acclaimed women artists had much to do with his love and longing for his own mother. He was a man who liked women, capable of sincere admiration and respect for them and their talents. He devoted many years of his career writing songs for theirs. On stage he never missed a chance to call out to mothers and to the masses of poor workers and ordinary citizens, the heart-broken, the lovesick, those who (like himself) have struggled to survive, the invisible backbone of civilization. Under his gaze they were not invisible. He saw them: the poorest and most disdained of all. And they saw him as well, and in this seeing they accepted him and were inspired and loved him, naming him El Divo and calling him by a nickname they might have used for their own child, Juanga.
A great icon AND a flamboyant gay man who also fathered four children, El Divo was brought into the fold by the most acclaimed of Mexican women singers with genuine love, affection and respect for him, at a time when being a gay man in Mexico was completely lethal. But his love songs trumped prejudice and his life became a gift so powerful it made hatred and homophobia turn on its head in a world where machismo is rife.
He practically died on the stage. He gave us his all.
Generations sang his songs and always will.
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
Traduttore Traditore
The ancient Roman expression: “Traduttore Traditore” (Translator Traitor) calls to the fact that the art of translation can turn into a gross distortion of the original message, and that the act of transmitting a message from one language into another is fraught with the possibility of errors and private agendas, steeped in a history of deceit and betrayal.
It is truly a paradoxical journey that ultimately recognizes interpreting (the oral form of translation) as one of the oldest and most honorable professions “documented in stone since the time of the Pharaohs.” So how did it develop? What shaped it? Where is the frontier between self-interested lies and fastidious accuracy?
Ah, the irony of the human condition, of conflict, language and history.
Historically, translation and interpretation are professions often tied to the making and business of war and peace, of devastating loss and unbridled greed. Consequently, the matter of how these finally became respectable professions is embedded in the history of international conflicts, in questions of justice and peace-making.
Perhaps the most poignant historical example is the extraordinary role played by interpreters at the 1945 Nuremburg trials of Nazi war criminals that “set forth as a principle of international law that crimes of war and crimes against humanity would not go unpunished. The Nuremburg Trial was also the first official international gathering in which simultaneous interpretation was used. However, when 42 volumes of the transcripts containing an estimated six million words were published, not a single word was devoted to the role of interpreters.”
Ergo, a history of unrecognized and heroic labor that marked a future of anonymity and a profound lack of appreciation.
Fast forward. Since the advent of the Civil Rights Act of 1964, healthcare interpreting -a vitally important specialty in the field of interpretation- has been impatiently waiting in the wings for recognition, acceptance and legitimacy. While in the legal field, court interpretation became a certified profession little more than a decade after the Civil Rights Act under the Federal Court Interpreters Act of 1978, healthcare interpreting has lingered in the shadows.
In the meantime, at stake has been the essential need for competent and accurate communication between a patient and her doctor. Anyone who ever traveled abroad and got sick in a country where they didn’t speak that language, understands how frightening and potentially lethal this can be. Yet untold millions of people suffer this fate unnecessarily due to a lack of trained and certified healthcare interpreters.
Millions of messages between patients and those who would heal them, have been silenced, misunderstood and misrepresented. To give an example, until very recently it was perfectly acceptable in healthcare to use child interpreters, family members, other patients and unqualified staff -from the kitchen to the parking lot- to serve as conduits for life or death communication.
Now at last, the legitimate process of certification for healthcare interpreters -the professional benchmark for meticulous accuracy in transmitting communication between languages and between cultures and worlds in medicine- is in the process of being born, conjured and crafted by interpreters themselves and their allies.
Why is this important? Because until now, the voice and knowledge of the healthcare interpreter has been prominently absent throughout a profession too often appropriated and defined by people outside of the profession, people who speak only one language and know very little about the act of interpreting or what the interpreter experiences in the act.
Subsumed in the complex world of a national managed healthcare system in flux, dwindling resources and insurance and billing issues, the voice and contributions of healthcare interpreters have often been treated as a mere inconvenience. This is in part due to the power relations that exist within a healthcare environment where professional certifications are clearly necessary, and where the uncertified interpreter has been invisible at best and a necessary nuisance at worse. We have been strangers in our own land. But all this is about to change.
I arrived in Chicago last week in the throes of a bitter wintry blizzard. Perfect metaphor for the purpose of my trip. For the first time in the history of healthcare interpretation in the United States, there is a valid effort to achieve a healthcare interpreter certification driven by the practitioners and allies of the profession itself, and this is as it should be.
Invited by the new Certification Commission for Healthcare Interpreters, I attended a convening of subject matter experts, all healthcare interpreters. Our function was to make an unpaid contribution to the process of producing a job task analysis and to contribute freely to the body of knowledge in healthcare interpretation.
In other words, for the purpose of informing the creation of a healthcare certification, interpreters with all their vast wealth of unspoken and rich knowledge, are at the helm of defining what it takes to do the job, something that has never been done before in healthcare.
We represent the broadest possible spectrum of healthcare interpreting practitioners: varied cultures, ethnicities and races, women and men, young and elder and in-between. We represent the major languages of our profession as well as dialects and the rarer languages, also known as ‘languages of lesser diffusion’ in linguistic parlance. Some of us work for public health care systems, others work in the private sector including agencies and companies. Our youngest emissaries are in their 20’s and the eldest of our tribe is 79, charming, wise, witty and sharp as a tack. Our collective knowledge represents what only trained and seasoned interpreters can know: How to do the job well and how to represent the profession.
We examined every aspect of what it takes to do this job from the interpreter's point of view. We put our cards on the table of candid discussion and widely varying experiences in one of the most intense professional encounters I have ever had the privilege to be part of. We had honest differences and similarities that had to be mediated by consensus and a brilliant facilitator. No stone was left unturned.
The birth of the Certification Commission for Healthcare Interpreters (CCHI) heralds the most legitimate and interpreter-centered effort to date that intends to open the doors for a profession burdened with neglect, misunderstanding, and political and profit-driven agendas, a profession that is critical to the lives of patients all over the country.
For me, what is most welcome and needed in the CCHI’s certification process is that it is prominently transparent, highly ethical and best of all, it is vendor-neutral. It is a process in which actual healthcare interpreters are at the center of the effort, rather than money or personal gain.
In an age of flagrant profiteering, scams and swindles, the certification of healthcare interpreters is a baby in the cradle of burning necessity and moral obligation. It is an urgent response to the utterances of a terminally-ill patient, a child in unbearable pain, a rape victim in the emergency room, all waiting to be understood in their greatest time of need, since 1964.
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©2009 María Elena Gaitán
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Sunday, November 30, 2008
Music: The New Public Health Indicator
"El Sistema" has demonstrated the incredible power of music in Venezuelan Society, and has now been identified as a public health intervention that fosters healthy child development," according to Barry R. Bloom, Dean of the Harvard School of Public Health. Studies have documented the impact of El Sistema in preventing youth violence and drug abuse among young people living in the most impoverished of circumstances. But it has done much more: it has given thousands of young people pride in their accomplishments and a place of honor in their communities resulting from this construction of a system of youth orchestras as a method of inclusion, validation and social benefit. They not only have access, they are purposefully privileged, and considered a matter of national pride.
But Music in Public Health?
The powerful notion of music as an element of public health, is as predictable a truth as it is a groundbreaking idea. We often associate public health with communicable diseases or domestic violence. But to classify music as an element that fosters healthy child development is a pronouncement so shocking that the idea itself indicates how much work we have yet to accomplish. To date, music and health in our society have been disconnected, except in alternative practices. No one goes to Kaiser and receives a prescription for 20 minutes of Vivaldi or Coltrane a day. Health Departments do not require counties to form youth orchestras. No one is fighting for music as a line-item on the state's health budget. At the federal level we've been living in a medieval environment so thoroughly anti-human and anti-intellectual, that there is barely a commitment to health, let alone to the arts. So the very concept of music, specifically to classical music, as a health indicator will need to be understood, digested and integrated into the public conscience, dialogue and sphere.
Fortunately we have the 30+ years of Dr. Abreu's "El Sistema" experience in Venezuela to learn from and value. Further, Gustavo Dudamel has been appointed as the Los Angeles Philharmonic's new conductor, creating another 18-million cracks in an institution with a history of pernicious exclusion that would not have allowed its audiences to grow, unless it began to value its future in terms of the real masses of people who live in Los Angeles. This shift has happened in part due to outgoing conductor Essa-Pekka Salonen's vision and he deserves our sincere thanks.
To date child and maternal health are tracked based on indicators such as:
• Child Death Rate
• Infant Mortality Rate
• Juvenile Crime Arrest Rate
• Median Income of Families With Children
• Percent Low Birth-Weight Babies
• Percent of 2-Year-Olds Who Were Immunized
• Percent of Children in Poverty
• Percent of Low-Income Children Without Health Insurance
• Percent of Families With Children headed by a Single Parent
• Percent of Female-headed Families Receiving Child Support or Alimony
Now we can begin to envision the presence of music in a child and a community's life as part and parcel of the concept of "well-being", something essential we cannot do without.
This is nothing less than revolutionary in a society that has given itself a lobotomy by eliminating music and arts in public education particularly since the Reagan Era, placing arts access squarely in the domain of only those who could afford it. And what has this gotten us as a people? Can we honestly say we value our children (or for that matter our adults) more than other countries when we have excluded them from the creative, social and artistic development to which human beings have had access since the beginning of time? We have devalued them. And the bottom line is that our children, as a whole, are too often alienated, dysfunctional and living within the limitations of materialism and other ghetto mentalities that drive them not to care about themselves (why should they?) let alone about the communities in which they subsist.
This is a special time in history in which we have the possibility of making systemic changes long overdue. Along with reversing our wasteful behaviors that have contributed to everything from global warming to the appropriation of water sources, we need to embrace the fact that there is a quickly widening gap between the "have everythings" and the "have nothings", spurred by Wall Street's unbridled corporate greed, at last exposed as obscene and without limit.
Possibly now we will again consider music as a fundamental element of our humanity. An essential life-giving force we cannot do without. Something our children and our communities have always needed as an integral part of existence, ritual, spirit and flow.
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©2008 María Elena Gaitán
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Thursday, May 1, 2008
Foods From The Americas: Amaranth, The Outlaw Grain
Once banned by Cortez and the Catholic church, amaranth is still a fairly unknown high-protein grain that could easily figure into the solution to world hunger. Instead, amaranth became an outlaw, an illegal alien grain in its own homeland. This was likely triggered by the high esteem in which the plant was held by indigenous people, and rightly so.
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
Wisdom
For years now a favorite obsession has been my contemplation of the giant stone Olmec heads found in the southern Gulf Coast region of Mexico. To gaze upon these brother and sister heads (and who's to say they are not also women?) has given me the great pleasure of reflecting on the ancient and magnificent cultural bridge between the people of the Americas and the people of Africa, a coming and going between the two from the beginning of time.
But while there is no archival proof that Africans were in the Americas, or for that matter that indigenous Americans traveled to Africa before Columbus, through the tenacity of thinkers like Van Sertima the truth still lives. We have found our ancient links and are again connected like a double helix.
Welcome to East of The L.A. River
Dear All,
Welcome to East of The L.A River, a blog that has been long in coming.
I'll explore things that catch my eye and ear as well as the ocassional note about the world of language, culture, the arts, healing and food.
More than anything I am a musician. And even though I don't always play for an audience on a stage with fancy lighting and the finnicky stage manager, music is at the heart of how I see and interpret the world.
Years ago I spoke to Roger Bobo, principal tuba player with the Los Angeles Philharmonic. At the time I was looking for a tuba teacher for a young student whose family could not afford private lessons. In our conversation we both lamented that the public school system in Los Angeles had given itself a lobotomy by getting rid of the arts. And although a few aspects of the arts have trickled back into the lives of L.A.'s children, for the most part the doors of access to arts education in Los Angeles remain slammed shut. With every budget crisis emanates the old howling, the cry for getting rid of the frills, for getting rid of the things of the soul, for getting rid of the arts.
Still, among the tenacious beauty of thorny cactus flowers and potted geraniums overflowing in recycled bathtubs and coffee cans, through the miracle of oral tradition, in the obsidian of ancient memories and the vibrant energy of a volcanic youth, the people and their arts continue to thrive East of the L.A River. We are inevitable.
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© María Elena Gaitán, 2008 All Rights Reserved