Wednesday, December 23, 2009

Give love on Christmas Day

My mom and dad, even the times they make me want to scream
My selfish ass brother and his sweetheart of a wife
My family. I miss my Grandparents.
My senile grandma, who says the most mysterious things
My senile great Aunt, who says even odder things, but both seem to understand one another well.
My bed ridden Grandpa who gives all the nurses hell
My uncles and aunts, who I love and who love me, alot.
East St. Louis and Normandy, for raising me.
My job, which I hate, but I am very thankful to have.
My dreams, which keep me afloat.
Four walls, a ceiling, a floor, warm blankets, natural gas heat, a space heater, a home
A stove, a shower, running water
my stereo and cd player. my computer.
A safe flight to and from NY and, hopefully, another to and from VA
Some of my co-workers who make the other co-workers seem funny and harmless
students
perspective
music
art and artists
literature
God, all concepts of God
this good Earth
New Black President!!!!
my sweet new love, who I long to have near
my friends
solitude
my plants
health care reform
to be black and in the black!!
drama
Jae's graduation, and all hard fought for successes, and all underdogs!
time off work
prayer
my sweet new love, who makes me cds, and calls me his treasure, and who I long to have near
my family
blogs
cover songs
the internet
the moon, stars, sun, sky
difference and diversity
do gooders, of all sorts--those who do for others, who better themselves, who do for those like them
innovators and traditionalists
this short, sweet life--good and bad
my blessings are INFINITE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(I bought my uncle a Clapper Plus for Christmas. Is that a shitty gift?)

Desiderata
Go placidly amid the noise and the haste,
and remember what peace there may be in silence.

As far as possible, without surrender,
be on good terms with all persons.
Speak your truth quietly and clearly;
and listen to others,
even to the dull and the ignorant;
they too have their story.
Avoid loud and aggressive persons;
they are vexatious to the spirit.

If you compare yourself with others,
you may become vain or bitter,
for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.
Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.
Keep interested in your own career, however humble;
it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.

Exercise caution in your business affairs,
for the world is full of trickery.
But let this not blind you to what virtue there is;
many persons strive for high ideals,
and everywhere life is full of heroism.
Be yourself. Especially do not feign affection.
Neither be cynical about love,
for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment,
it is as perennial as the grass.

Take kindly the counsel of the years,
gracefully surrendering the things of youth.
Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.
But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings.
Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.

Beyond a wholesome discipline,
be gentle with yourself.
You are a child of the universe
no less than the trees and the stars;
you have a right to be here.
And whether or not it is clear to you,
no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.

Therefore be at peace with God,
whatever you conceive Him to be.
And whatever your labors and aspirations,
in the noisy confusion of life,
keep peace in your soul.

With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,
it is still a beautiful world.
Be cheerful. Strive to be happy.

Max Erhmann

Saturday, December 19, 2009

Time is running out like little roaches run from DDT


Most Unbanked Blacks in the Country: St. Louis, Missouri.
I'd heard about a report on un- and under- banked people. I didn't realize until I visited home, and picked up a St. Louis American, that the epicenter of underbanking is St. Louis. Of Black homes in St. Louis, Mo, 31% are unbanked! Compare that to 1.1% of whites in St. Louis.
Are you serious????
I can believe it, though. Let me tell you a story about me and a bank: Roosevelt Federal, now U. S. Bank, at the corner of Lucas & Hunt and Natural Bridge.
I had been with this bank, through its many manifestations, since I turned 14. At the time I split with the bank, that made 15 years--longer than anyone who, currently, worked there. Out of a sense of loyalty, nothing more, I kept money in that bank, though I got better returns from other interest bearing accounts. Even after I moved to Chicago, I deposited money frequently--once a month by direct deposit, and twice a month via mail. I considered myself doing them a favor. I know how banks work. They act like they do us a favor, but, really, we're the ones pooling our money together, letting them house it, so they can loan it to other people, and make money off the interest they charge.
There came a time when I had to do a lot of repairs on a property, the mortgage to which I paid out of this account, a mortgage which this bank held. For about four months, that bill would subtract all but a little over a couple hundred dollars from that account. A direct deposit, which arrived two days after the withdrawal, would more than replenish the funds. Little by little, the account was making gains.
My cousin, who had been doing these repairs, and maintaining the property in other ways for years, had been stockpiling the checks I paid him. He had two years worth of uncashed checks, and, one day, he cashed them all. The checks had not all been drawn from this account, but in this account, I had all but $2.00 of what I needed to cover those checks. (I have since learned to pay relatives and give gifts with money orders.)
I did not find out from Roosevelt Federal/U.S. Bank that the account had been overdrawn. During my bi-monthly accounting, I checked the balance to find it a few hundred dollars negative. I hit the roof. I called the bank. My account had been overdrawn for 11 days. They had charged me $35.00 a day for each day overdrawn. I asked them why they hadn't alerted me. I discovered that they had mailed overdraft notice--to the address of the house I grew up in; the address from which I opened the account fifteen years, earlier.
I received mail from this bank at what was my current address, frequently. I had asked them more than once to update my mailing address, and because I received mail at the update address, I believed they had. During this episode, they revealed that they require "official" paperwork to change an address. I'd been receiving mail from them where I lived because they reply to all correspondence at whatever return address is listed on the envelope. When I asked why they had never informed me of the official form, they answered that they could not, of course, account for some teller's oversight. That oversight was costing me over $300.00.
I began a failing campaign to get these fees reversed. Here, I've banked with these people for over a decade. I've never been overdrawn on my account before. I was only overdrawn by $2.00. I never got any notice. Other banks with whom I do business totally forgive one overdraft per year.
Roosevelt Federal/U. S. Bank would only forgive 60% of the fee. They would acknowledge no error, insisting that I should have known that my account was overdrawn. They considered 60% quite generous. That was the maximum they would offer.
Bad business. What was the opportunity cost of not forgiving that overdraft fee? You know I closed that account within 24 hours. They had to refund me money because my regular direct deposit came in hours after I sent the wire transfer and officially closed my account. A 15 year relationship down the tube for $200.00.
I should have known that my account was overdrawn. Maybe. On the other hand, they should have changed my address; then, I would have known. Obviously, notification is important. Otherwise, banks wouldn't incur the expense of contacting people. Moreover, were it not for my accounting, I would not have known, and I was, only, $2.00 short, after my cousin deposited checks that were 2 years old. I had never, ever, in 15 years, bounced anything. On more than one occasion, I had to correct errors in their accounting in relationship to my account. I explained all of this to over a dozen people over the course of twenty four hours, to no avail.
After hours of calling and arguing, the U. S. Banks supervisors were sending my calls directly to voice mail, lying about when they would contact me back, and yelling at me. If I had overdrawn with Chase Bank, they would have mailed me, texted me, e-mailed me, and reversed the charges totally if they were the sole charges that year--not in fifteen years, that year. I warned U. S. Bank that I would close my account immediately if they did not reverse those charges. I conceded that I'd pay $50.00, and not a dime more. They refused. Bad Business.
And not long afterwords, what? Banking industry crash. New legislation preventing these types of fees. I know if I got this treatment, and I'm an articulate, logical, well-financed individual with a flawless 15 year history with the institution, then they dogged the shit out of a bunch of other black folks.
Doing business white folks way. Well, look at the state of this country, today, and tell me where doing business white folks way got folks.
Most people's stories with banks are a lot like mine. They bounce a check or their account gets overdrawn. The fees gather so fast and get so high, the person can never afford to pay them down. How many people have an extra $350.00 laying around to pay on some fees. Some fees? That shit is imaginary. Fees don't correspond to any tangible expense. Shoes. Shoes cost money. They require fabric, thread, cardboard, whatever. Glasses. Glasses cost money. They require glass. Metal. Lenses. Fees? What the fuck did it cost to come up with a fee. And what the fuck do fees do? Spank someone's hand? Generate massive amounts of additional revenue for a bank? Alienate and rupture important consumer relationships?
So the fees accumulate. Once a person gets a bad reputation with one bank, he can hardly get an account at any other bank. Of course, the chips are stacked against the disproportionately poor, because they are least likely to be able to pay the fees or see them reversed.

But who does it hurt that blacks are unbanked? Not the banking industry. Obviously not. Perhaps it hurts in as much as that leaves fewer customers to levy ridiculous fees against, but really, it doesn't hurt them a single bit. It hurts black people that black people are unbanked.
And I don't understand why we don't have more black banks? I don't understand why a mogul doesn't open up a bank? You know? I don't understand why churches don't open banks? Churches are businesses. Black churches, all together, take in approximately 3 Billion dollars every single Monday! We don't open banks. We don't open hospitals. We don't open insurance companies. We open fashion lines. We put out liquor labels. That's fine, but with all these unbanked blacks, we could make a killing in this market. The closest I see to approaching that world is Russell Simmons with the Rush Card.
We don't have a massive shortage of people who could lead these companies. Lots of blacks earn MBAs, study economics, go into the business world, and lead U. S. Banks, and Chases, and Bank of Americas. So, why don't we put our support behind revolutionary ideas? Black people with big money need to be investing in a few industries, as far as I can see--banks, hospitals, and green technology.
Yeah, it is hard to run a bank, or a hospital, or a wind farm. It is hard to run a clothing line. Ask the folks at FUBU. Black people don't need more clothes. If the clothing industry stopped producing new clothes, tomorrow, there would be enough clothes in the resale markets to keep everyone clothed for decades. That market is totally flooded.
But, we know black people lack access to hospitals. We know that they can hardly find a place to bank. Negroes lined up at check cashing places; we don't even own them. If the church can't open a bank, why it can't open a check cashing? We open a ton of restaurants, but black people ought to go home and cook something they got in the refrigerator. Besides, I ain't never been in a restaurant that served food all that much better than I can cook myself. I'm a great fucking cook, and I'm not even the best cook I know. Black people pride themselves on cooking, so why do we need some more restaurants--particularly in this economy?!?! Hospitals and insurance companies making money hand over fucking fist!

Racism will keep us out of the banking industry? I don't get that. I see it like this. All you need to open a bank is some know-how and a lot of money. And, ultimately, to become FDIC insured. If you start small and limit the clientele, you can build a rep as a bank and force the banking world to contend with you.

Lately, I have come to see that I am in the wrong field. I went into teaching, Humanities, Literature, Arts. My father always told me to major in mathematics; that was my strongest subject. He told me I had a mind for money, and to go into math. I should have, and I, actually, believe I will. I'm going back to school, and I'm going to pursue a PhD in a completely different discipline--Chemistry or Math. Teaching serves an important role, and I'm a great teacher, but I want to put myself in a position to really seize power in the new economy. I can get a PhD in Chemistry, and become a scientist. I can get a degree in Math with a minor in Finance and open a bank.
I know those are big dreams. I'm hoping that someone will read this and start to dream big. I'm hoping that someone will think bigger than a restaurant and broader than a clothing line, and instead of buying out the projects or some sports team, buy a hospital, and invest time, energy, and resources into making it the best.

Black people, what we gon do? We gonna just keep chasing our tails, or are we going to stop the cycle of madness and start making decisions that maximize our resources and make us a force to be reckoned with in this world? We have a braintrust in our community, people with skills and resources who would love to invest them into improving their lives, and by extension our communities. What we don't have are the institutions in which we can invest ourselves. So, come on Black people. What we gonna do?