Saturday, April 23, 2016

Margaret Wente: Plagiarism then – and now?

Margaret Wente begins her article "The great global greening is happening now" with an anecdote about bears encroaching on her romantic country retreat north of Toronto.  Her fourth paragraph begins,  “Agriculture has always been the greatest destroyer of nature”. 

Jesse Ausubel begins his article, "The return of nature" with an anecdote about the return of bears to the Apshawa Preserve in New Jersey.  His fourth paragraph begins,  “Agriculture has always been the greatest destroyer of nature”

Ms. Wente does not put Ausubel’s sentence in quotes. Four paragraphs later, she mentions him, and remarkably, links to his article.  One wonders if her editors checked the link.  Apart from the identical sentence, further similar material not enclosed in quotes, and some wording identical to a different author at the end of her column, the opening seems, to a non-expert at least, embarrassingly similar to Ausubel. 

But this is classic Wente;  start with a few paragraphs of folksy anecdote which make it seem that what follows arises from some personal insight.  Add some easy swipes at “elites”, academics and environmentalists, and some filler from the New York Times or any number of sources. 

Again before mentioning Mr. Ausubel, Wente observes:

“One recent study found that high-yield farmers in the European Union increased their yields by 22 per cent while also reducing their chemical pesticide use by 37 per cent.”

Ausubel writes that this study:
 funded by the German government and the European Union, found a 37 percent decline in chemical pesticide use while crop yields rose 22 percent”.
Had she included in quotation marks his material, she would have avoided the error she makes in suggesting the global meta data analysis to which he refers was a study of only European Union farmers.  Further on, more paraphrase without direct attribution.

Wente: If we can get a grip on food waste, stop producing corn to feed cars, boost yields to the level of the most productive farmers and eat more food that is efficient to produce… we could liberate an area the size of India from agricultural production.

Ausubel: If we keep lifting average yields…stop feeding corn to cars, restrain our diets lightly, and reduce waste, then an area the size of India or of the United States east of the Mississippi could be released globally from agriculture over the next 50 years or so.

Towards the end of her column, Wente also appears to borrow from an earlier article by Maywa Montenegro, a researcher at Berkley (emphasis added): 

“Very few technologies truly merit the epithet “game changer” — but a new genetic engineering tool known as CRISPR-Cas9 is one of them...With CRISPR (the technology’s shorthand name), precision and speed have soared…CRISPR opens the door to all kinds of potential food production improvements”.


“And now we have a new game-changer, in the form of a revolutionary gene-editing tool called CRISPR. This tool (whose name is short for clustered regularly interspaced short palindromic repeats) offers a new level of speed, precision and versatility, and opens the door to vast new food production improvements”.

Ms. Wente doesn’t cite or link to Montenegro’s article – which is informative, nuanced and less celebratory, but instead ‘leaps’ to a surprising conclusion.

There are certainly very legitimate criticisms to be made of the Leap Manifesto.  It should be noted though, that the document does not appear to mention GMO or food production, so it’s difficult to find anything substantive in Ms. Wente’s borrowings to convince readers that its authors “would rather have the world’s billions eating mouldy, stunted potatoes that exhaust the soil and suck up all the water”, though no doubt certain readers enjoyed her image of forcing Naomi Klein and other ‘elites’ to “try it for themselves”.

While not as extensive as previous instances of plagiarism, it’s reasonable to ask to what extent The Globe condones certain practices on the part of certain writers.  Last night, I observed to a friend who mentioned Ms. Wente that I’d stopped reading her quite a while ago.  Today I clicked.  Certainly the adolescent quality of her swipes at environmentalists remains.  Despite these, she herself seems to remain dedicated to recycling.  

Friday, June 12, 2015

A beautiful line, “written on the wind”

Wade Davis in The Globe and Mail, June 12, 2015:  “…let me note that in Borneo, even the flight of a hornbill has meaning, as if it were a cursive script of nature, written on the wind”.

David Abram, The Spell of the Sensuous, 1996:  “The swooping flight of birds is a kind of cursive script written on the wind.”

Lars Petter Storm Torjussen, writing about David Abram in Transcendentalism Overturned: From Absolute Power of Consciousness, 2011:  “…the flight of swooping birds as a kind of cursive script written in the wind.”

Sunday, January 25, 2015

Cartoon and Caricature: Christie Blatchford, Margaret Wente, Bruce McKinnon

Working definitions:
Cartoon – a preparatory drawing – something to be filled in (with artistry, observation, interpretation)
Caricature – to charge or load, a loaded image

The Charlie Hebdo shootings and a couple recent articles by Margaret Wente and Christie Blatchford (a recent piece on the Rehteah Parsons story parsed below) got me thinking about cartoon and caricature, image and text(ing), traditional and social media. 

From the likes of Hogarth, Daumier and Grandville (who Walter Benjamin likened to Hegel), the legacy of political cartoon still clings to its little box on the editorial pages.  There, it’s sometimes confused with caricature, which increasingly invades neighbouring columns and cable news channels.  Young people don’t read newspapers anyway, too busy with image and text on smart phones.  When these worlds collide, from the Parsons story, to shootings in Paris and Ottawa, we see a range of reactions – from caricature to editorial cartoon.

More sentence than noun, cartoon ‘draws’ things into a proposition, rather than collapsing them into identity. Cartoon is complicated; the viewer must consider and decipher. It’s a slower read, and people can agree on its effectiveness while disagreeing on the issue.  It brings us together in debate.

Caricature is more like a noun – adjectives added.  Exaggerated, simplified features, amusing when benign, are less funny as hook-nosed Jew, monkey Black, or (insert adjective) Muslim.  Caricature is more likely to enhance prior stereotypes, reinforce what’s assumed. Less creative and intellectual, it marshals emotion and identification:  “I’m this, you’re that”.  Caricature was the modality of Charlie Hebdo, and also perhaps why #jesuischarlie became the response.

Christie Blatchford’s recent article on the Rehtaeh Parsons tragedy begins with an old comic featuring two caricatured ‘Frenchmen’.  The Nova Scotia boys who had sex with a vomiting 15-year-old and circulated the photo online are cast as courtly wags in what she describes as a:

“new version of the ancient American comic strip which ran in some Sunday newspapers in the 1900s, but whose punchline gag endures even now – the strip’s two awkward Frenchmen frozen in an excess of politesse.  ‘After you, Alphonse…No, you first, my dear Gaston.’…he and his friend did an Alphonse-and-Gaston as they bickered about who would go next with the then-15-year-old”.

For those not around in 1903, an ‘Alphonse-and-Gaston’ (it became a noun) involved so much deferential bowing and scraping that the characters never actually get around to doing what they planned – the lack of action was the gag.  Instead, their exaggerated niceties make them victims of some other mishap – a lion or oncoming train. “Bickering”, a kind of oxymoron here, is defined as “arguing over something trivial”.  In this case, that trivial something would be Rehtaeh Parsons.  The boys’ supposed gentility is bestowed only on one another – effectively erasing the girl, who in the end erased her own life.  While perhaps just tone-deaf, Blatchford’s introductory comic is also emblematic of what she proceeds to do.

Blatchford describes the young offender (since neither can be identified, we’ll call the one she writes about Alphonse; the other can be Gaston) as “shy”, “slight”, “brave” and “well-spoken” – all pretty nice adjectives for someone convicted of distributing child pornography.  More seriously, Blatchford omits relevant facts about his other criminal charges. 

Here’s what reports in papers other than The National Post say: “The man sentenced Thursday also faces adult charges of criminally harassing and threatening to kill Rehtaeh’s father, Glen Canning, in August 2013. That trial is set for June in Dartmouth provincial court.” 

(We don’t know if he politely offered Gaston the opportunity to kill him first).

In November 2013, ‘Alphonse’ had been arrested again:  He spent the night in custody and was arraigned in Dartmouth provincial court… on one count of mischief property damage and two counts of breaching his Aug. 8 release conditions”.

And in February 2014, he pleaded guilty to breaching his bail conditions, and “also appeared in a different Dartmouth courtroom on charges of assault and possession of a weapon for a dangerous purpose arising from another Eastern Passage incident last July”.

Dartmouth courtrooms were kept pretty busy with Alphonse.  That’s a lot of newsworthy stuff to leave out.  (I asked, and Blatchford said he was innocent until proven guilty – a proviso one doubts would apply in other cases).

It’s not just omissions.  Blatchford adds interesting detail:  “Police later told the boy they estimated he’d had 11 shots, Rehtaeh eight. He said at no time did he believe she was so drunk she didn’t know what she was doing or that she wasn’t consenting”.  

That first sentence is odd.  Would police really have “told the boy they estimated he’d had 11 shots”?  Wouldn’t they instead have asked him how much he drank?  If they did ‘tell him’, when they finally interviewed him much later, an already widely criticized investigation starts to look even more flawed.  And if he had 11 shots, why trust and repeat his version of events regarding Rehteah’s supposed consent?  She, after only 8, was vomiting – her account dismissed as wobbly.

Yes, this tragedy raises issues about which opinions may differ, but facts should not differ, and full disclosure of them should take precedence over an anecdotal interview supporting the surviving party in a ‘he said, she said’ with a dead girl.  And apart from the lengthy rap sheet Blatchford withholds (an uncharacteristic civility on her part), she does little to explore his sober decision to post the photo. I understand that a profile of a young man (who, like Jian Ghomeshi, Blatchford feels has been horribly wronged by various ‘McCarthyites') was her intent; but still, she should include relevant facts, rather than simply offering the kind of ‘loaded image’ of victimized masculinity for which she, like Margaret Wente, is well known. 

Why does a “popular” 16-year-old pose for and circulate, a drunken sex trophy photo?  Because for him there’s nothing shameful in it.  Sure, girls shared it too, Blatchford says.  Why?  Maybe because, unlike Blatchford’s generation, they live and breathe an environment of sexualized images, have deeply ambiguous relationships with them, and want to be “popular” too. 

We hear that boys’ brains are being re-wired by exposure to online porn, and even if girls view it less, they swim in images like the pornographic ads of American Apparel or the ever present, mostly naked Miley Cyrus – mouth open, tongue hanging out, combining porn and cartoon, bending over in front of millions of fans on primetime TV.  Of course girls like Rehtaeh Parsons may not know quite what their story is.  Of course they may have differing versions – whether because they were drunk and can’t remember, or in response to what they think friends may say (and yes, agreed, that makes prosecution difficult).  Girls, accustomed to seeing themselves through others’ eyes, need to ask – as Rehteah Parsons did – if they’re sluts, because slut and pop idol look pretty much the same to kids who grew up watching Miley Cyrus transform from Hannah Montana into the porn/celebrity pole star by which they navigate their social lives.

The boy’s “thumbs up”, his “bragging”, confirms he knew his image was “cool”.   “She was into it”, he can text to friends or claim in The National Post. But girls wonder which caption will be applied to them – and sadly, find that it’s usually ‘slut’, not ‘star’.  That could be, as Blatchford writes, an ordinary, genderless cruelty – the “same as it ever was”, or a particular one which has evolved considerably from the racier Alphonse and Gaston spin offs or mild Playboy mags – occasional glimpses of which were the norm when writers like Blatchford and Wente were 15.

Margaret Wente, discussing the “witch hunt” against some other Nova Scotia “Gentlemen”, believes it’s all the same as when she was young: If my daughter were one of the women in that class… the first thing I’d ask her is: What are these guys like in person? … Nine times out of 10, the guys will apologize, look shamefaced and cut it out.”

Herein lies at least part of the problem:  If Wente had a daughter (she doesn’t, neither does Blatchford), that daughter would have a teenage daughter or son Rehteah Parsons’ age. The parents of the boy in Blatchford's article are themselves baffled as to why their son thought a threesome with a vomiting girl was something to broadcast on ‘social’ media.  Wente and Blatchford came of age in a decade perhaps midway between cartoons like Alphonse and Gaston and now.  In their day, teen suicide rates were less than half what they are currently, and now rampant cutting was virtually unheard of.  Whatever the possible relationships between these things and the stories these two aging dames pronounce on, the landscape has changed, and proposing yourself as the model for behavior is an unhelpful conceit. 

If Wente did have kids that age, or was remotely curious, she might wonder if the question “What are these guys like in person?” is moot. Young people live online.  “In person” or “IRL”, is no longer the norm, it’s the exception.  Even when in groups, heads are bowed to devices; what moves across the screen more exciting, more real.  Okay, that’s what happened last night”, says Alphonse – not just because of alcohol, but because of the now ingrained need to see oneself in the scrolling, updating reality which is their life, their ‘media’, and their comic strip – like Alphonse and Gaston or the benign Archie comics from Wente and Blatchford’s day. 

Wente regularly brings us armchair general dispatches from the “war on men” (here, brilliantly countered by Anne Kingston).  She bemoaned the “utter destruction – of reputation, educational investment and future livelihood” of the Dalhousie "Gentlemen” – similarly un-named dentistry students who refuse (unlike real honourable men) to “man up” for their transgressions.  Their “utter destruction” at the hands of the lynch mob?  “They were indefinitely suspended from clinical activities”.   This, at least, is the corrected version of Wente’s original claim, which had said 13 dental students were indefinitely suspended”.  Hmm… And what had Wente herself recommended as appropriate punishment in the same article?  Why, “A stiff suspension”.  To recap then; she erred in writing they’d been completely suspended, but in any case, her own recommendation was a stiff suspension, making her howls of “utter destruction” utter BS.

But if you want real reputation damage, consider Wente’s bizarre, gratuitous and false drive-by attack on one Dr. Livingstone, a breast-feeding expert (with views no more startling than Health Canada’s) who Wente brought to national attention as a totalitarian bully in a column which was later the subject of an abject apology.  That was so baffling one wonders about the ‘malevolence’ (to borrow Amanda Lang’s word) Wente directs against certain women – particularly those not in positions to respond.

Sadly, neither Wente nor Blatchford ask good questions, so busy are they drawing caricatures, mocking things like breast-feeding and “rape culture” (I don’t like the term either, but on the other hand, new verbs like “hatefuck” indicate something).  Blatchford is at least a hard working journalist who gets out there and interviews people.  Wente doesn’t even bother to come up with her own stereotypes – as the fake protester she collaged into an Occupy column showed. And there wasn’t much “manning up” when it came to plagiarism.  


Frederick Burr Opper, creator of Alphonse and Gaston, pioneered the use of speech balloons:  With his strips, readers were just as dependent upon words as pictures – a mixed blessing, perhaps.  The best political cartoons often have no words.  Powerful examples followed the Paris shootings – different than the Charlie Hebdo caricatures, reflecting the gravity of the situation – smart, beautiful, less sexual/scatological, complex yet austere, elegantly distilled. 

Cruder caricature on the other hand – the charged, loaded image – has been the fuse for tragic real world events.  And while I believe those images should have been published when they became newsworthy, other manifestations of image and text, scrolling by on the devices of millions of young people – are perhaps part of the story too.  There, in even darker corners of (social) media’s mirror, other young men, more disconnected from real life, see themselves in distorted, “manly” extremist groups. But these murky questions seem beyond the interests of self-contented columnists who prefer more easily drawn targets.  

There are good cartoons. An example to conclude: another Haligonian, Bruce McKinnon.  Consider two of his images, the Ottawa shooting, and one of Rehteah Parsons.

The small detail of Cpl. Cirillo's regimental footwear, for which we have to look hard, draws us close. The rendering of the WWI soldiers is restrained, the main character seen from behind, so we move into his position. As frozen representations themselves, the moving statuary is powerful, bringing to life historical questions about the war in which they fought, and its relationship to this event  – perhaps a war also not yet understood, as confusing and muddy as the trenches.  They tend to him – an act easily tainted with politics, but here, simply human. The picture asks questions, questions everyone was asking.  No pat answers.  No caricature.

Rehtaeh Parsons:  How to draw a dead girl?  We recognize quizzical eyebrows from a photo.  She looks at us, or herself, wondering…in the same way we wonder about the story.  The little patches of light on the forehead are rendered  in a way that says ‘photograph’ – the currency of girls’ lives and the agency of her death.  The mask is ambiguous.  Her concealed identity overturned, or any number of other masks/identities. The arm pushing it away is not the sleeve of a judge; bare, male, it seems possibly aggressive, but maybe not.  It could be anyone. We wonder who’s responsible...

I suspect McKinnon looks at things – both visible and invisible.  He looks at the world, not at his ‘contrarian’ reflection.  We need more of this – less speech bubble and more looking and listening.  Maybe that way, unlike Alphonse and Gaston, we might notice the runaway train heading towards us.  This is unlikely, though.  Like those French comic figures, columnists like Margaret Wente and Christie Blatchford have themselves become a kind of running gag for an aging, smug demographic.  And sadly, when it comes to almost any important topic, we already know exactly what will be in their respective speech balloons – the only question is 'which one will go first'.