Kimchi Parties Are Real, And They Keep The Kimchi Flowing All Year Long

huffyiAin’t no party like a kimchi party. Seriously. Once a year in Korea, communities spend an entire day (and sometimes longer) making kimchi together. The special day is called Gimjang. It’s the tradition of preparing fermented vegetables, and it happens nation-wide during November and December to preserve a boatload of vegetables for consumption in the winter months.

This kimchi party typically consists of Korean women who gather together for the labor-intensive process of preparing kimchi. The tradition — and the dish itself — is centuries old and formed out of necessity: Before electricity and modern-day specialized kimchi refrigerators, people would harvest the last of the season’s vegetables and preserve them in a salty brine to ensure they could eat them throughout the winter. The kimchi is stored underground in special earthenware, sometimes in creeks and wells, to maintain a consistent temperature. Now, the cooling wells aren’t a requirement, but the dish remains a staple in Korean cuisine.

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Earthenware that keeps kimchi at the proper temperature during the winter months.

Stephanie Maing and Grace Park, the cooks behind Crazy Korean Cooking and makers of kimchi ingredients and specialized fermentation containers, grew up in Korea and have fond memories of Gimjang. Both currently live in North America.

“It’s a lot of work, but they sort of make a party out of it,” Maing, who grew up in Seoul, told HuffPost over the phone. While Gimjang is a happy custom and results in fruitful eats, the actual process of making kimchi — especially in such large quantities — isn’t exactly a picnic. Maing was too young to participate in the grunt work, but she says she feels nostalgia for the tradition itself.

“Women get together on the floor early in the morning, peeling garlic, grinding up 70 to 80 cabbages. It’s hard labor but they have conversation and are always laughing,” she said. “I remember hearing lots of laughter and gossiping. My mom would always make the best out of it. It’s sort of a beautiful thing.” It all sort of sounds like a knitting circle.

Maing says that the tight city space wasn’t ideal for enormous gatherings or spreads of ingredients, but the community made it work. “I remember each neighborhood would take turns,” she added. “All these neighborhood women would gather together to Gimjang.” The women would alternate hosting Gimjang, and by the end of a week or so, every family would have a copacetic amount of food to last the cold season.

Park recalls feeling antsy in a kid-waiting-to-lick-the-spoon kind of way. “After they were finished, you’d get a bite of fresh kimchi. It wasn’t fermented yet and it was so good,” she said. “It was the best part.”

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Women applying seasoning to cabbage during Gimjang

It is customary to prep Gimjang on the floor — the women deal with a volume of vegetables, spices and a ton of garlic. “You do everything sitting on the ground, you squat while doing it,” Park explained. “There wouldn’t be room on the counter and the kitchen’s way too small.”

Depending on the group, the day can sometimes consist of brining and washing hundreds of heads of cabbage. “You have to wash pretty thoroughly,” Maing said. “You make a huge batch of seasoning, then put it between the layers of cabbages.”

A group of women gathered on a living room floor during Gimjang.

This practice may read foreign to Western eyes, but there’s at least one experience with some cross-cultural resonance. “For daughters-in-law, it’s kind of like hell,” Park half-joked. “You have to do a lot of work.” The classic trope of overbearing mother-in-law dictating the Christmas dinner menu immediately comes to mind.

Another commonality is the strong connection people tend to have with food that’s homemade. In the same way I believe my dad’s latkes deserve to be trademarked, Korean children and families feel a sense of pride about their family’s “brand” of kimchi. “Our neighbors exchanged some kimchi after the annual Gimjang, but my mom’s was, and still is, the best,” wrote travel blogger Juno Kim in a reflection about a Gimjang weekend.

All that work seems a bit excessive, if not outdated; both technological and agricultural advancements have made the process less of a necessity. Special kimchi refrigerators — which Maing says her mother refers to as her “baby” — devalue the primitive technique of storing kimchi in earthenware in the ground. Perhaps women continue to break their backs, squatting over pungent vegetables for tradition’s sake — to honor the family members who cooked decades before them.

Or maybe that’s romanticizing the grueling activity. Maybe it’s just because Korean families expect kimchi at every meal. As Maing puts it, “Koreans cannot live without kimchi, so it has to be done.”

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America's Quirkiest Holiday Extravaganzas We Love To Love

You’ve heard it all before: ’tis the season to be jolly. But this year we’re really, really jolly and we’re sharing our happiness. We’re all up on the best tree lightings and European Christmas markets, but we also have a real soft spot for the quirky.

Here are 9 places around the country where you can take in the festivities in sweet, intriguing style this month.

Light up the nights in Mesilla, New Mexico
Located just outside Las Cruces, this adorable town welcomes the holidays with thousands of locally-made luminaries that light the town’s plaza. There’s a Christmas Eve lighting ceremony, too, complete with caroling and free cookies.
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Ride the Eastern Flyer POLAR EXPRESS Train Ride
Take an hour-long joy ride while both reading and watching this children’s favorite. Bonus: Dancing chefs serve you hot chocolate and cookies.

Pretend you’re in a European Christmas market in Baltimore at the German Christmas Village
Nestled in the Inner Harbor, take in tchotchkes galore through Christmas Eve.
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Take to the water at the Newport Beach Boat Parade
About 100 boats make their way through Newport Harbor every year, all lit up and fancy. It really is a sight to behold.
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Pretend it’s Christmas all year long in Santa Claus, Indiana
Because why not? It’s the only post office in the world with the Santa Claus name. The post office opened in 1856, but it wasn’t until a postmaster started answering children’s letters in 1914 that the place took off. These days nonprofit Santa’s Elves, Inc. and the Santa Claus Museum enlist volunteers to write children back. Roughly 13,000 letters are answered each year. (The address? Santa Claus Post Office, 45 North Kringle Place, Santa Claus, IN 47579)
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Take in loads of lights at Dana Point’s IlluminOcean
The southern California town has 40 nights of holiday lights with 18 oversized sculptures and a light tunnel, which visitors can view beginning at sundown.
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Be merry in Skaneateles, New York at Dickens Christmas
For the last 21 years, this tiny lakeside town has played home to Charles Dickens’ most famous characters from “A Christmas Carol.” Catch them on weekends for some music and horse-drawn carriage rides from noon to 4pm through Christmas Eve.
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Visit The Most Festive Town In America at Snowflake Lane
Bellevue, WA has an adorable nightly performances through Christmas Day complete with faux snow, toy soldiers and a light show.
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Or if overt Christmas isn’t really your thing, head to New York for the Nostalgia Train
Ride the (old) rails in train cars dating back to the 1930s on the M line on Sundays only from 10 a.m. and 5 p.m. now through December 28. If trains aren’t your thing, hop on some old buses on the M42 route Monday through Friday through December 19.
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The Most Gorgeous Recipes To Make With Pistachios, Thanks To Sweet Paul

There’s no denying the fact that pistachios are the belle of the nut ball. Their bright green color is the envy of pecans, walnuts and even hazelnuts. It’s true that pistachios are rough around the edges when first pried from their shell, but when used in dishes this nut really shines — and we have the recipes to prove it. Well, actually Sweet Paul Magazine has the recipes and they’ve kindly shared them with us so we can share them with all of you.

Sweet Paul worked with Danish cookbook author and chocolate expert Anne Moltke Hansen to create unique and decadent pistachio recipes, and the results are nothing short of gorgeous.

Are you ready to swoon? Here are the recipes:




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Why December Is The Best Time Of Year To Look For Work

Savvy job-seekers might know how to write resumes and cover letters, but few are aware of this surprising fact: Contrary to popular belief, December is actually the best time of year to look for work!

There are two compelling reasons why this is true–

#1 Competition levels drop dramatically. The majority of job-seekers figure that the holidays are a waste of time and make only marginal efforts to search for a new position. But their unfortunate mistake can turn into your big advantage because…

#2 Hiring takes off in the New Year. Although interviewing for full-time employees takes a dip in December, the months of January and February typically generate the strongest hiring period of the year. Organizations kick-off new projects and initiatives, budgets are put into place and additional staff is required to carry out the company’s plans.

Accordingly, if you take full advantage of the opportunities that the holidays have to offer, you may well find yourself as a sought after candidate–one who’s first in line to be interviewed in early January. To ensure you are making the most of this special time of year, here are three holiday practices you will want to adopt:

Practice the art of seasonal schmoozing. The holidays are filled with parties, gatherings, and community events. These are all prime opportunities to mix, mingle and share your story. Be certain, however, that you don’t dampen the festivities by trying too hard. Resist the temptation to deliver a rehearsed elevator speech unless you are attending a formal industry event where such introductions would be commonplace. Even then, make sure you judge the mood of the merrymakers before you come across as too stiff or businesslike.

At informal gatherings, a light touch is always best. When asked what you do, you can reply with a snappy one-liner that will pique your listeners’ interest. For example, a department store buyer used this playful response when asked about her career, “I shop with other people’s money.” (You can bet ears perked up with that one!) Once the buyer had the attention of her audience, she then continued with a lengthier description of her skills, experience and job search goals.

Reconnect with old contacts. Holiday cards and folksy letters are not only welcomed, they’re expected. Done correctly, they can be a great way of securing new leads and opportunities. After sharing the latest news about your family, you can mention your job search and add a few of the companies you are targeting. Then in a low-key manner, you can let your friends know that you’d appreciate any suggestions or contacts they might have.

You can also send holiday greetings to recruiters you’ve worked with in the past, reconnect and update them on your search. Recruiters are busy people and can easily forget candidates. So your greeting may well put you at the top of their minds in a favorable light. And, if you are very lucky, they might have the ideal job cross their desk just as your greeting appears in their inbox.

Network in new and innovative ways. Volunteering, seasonal hiring, and all sorts of opportunities present themselves for moving beyond your immediate circle of contacts. Pursue as many of these as you can that will comfortably allow you time for other holiday networking activities. You never know whom you might meet and where such opportunities may lead.

Most of all, remember that your goal is to take full advantage of the serendipity and good will that abounds in December. Join in the seasonal festivities, celebrate with your career goals in mind and anticipate that success may be only weeks away. You just might find yourself ringing in 2015 with a brand new job. And that’s a pretty great way to start off the New Year… with a big thanks to the holiday spirit!

Mary Eileen Williams is a Nationally Board Certified Career Counselor with a Master’s Degree in Career Development and twenty years’ experience assisting midlife jobseekers to achieve satisfying careers. Her book, Land the Job You Love: 10 Surefire Strategies for Jobseekers Over 50, is a step-by-step guide that shows you how you can turn your age into an advantage and brand yourself for success. Updated in 2014, it’s packed with even more critical information aimed at providing mature applicants with the tools they need to gain the edge over the competition and successfully navigate the modern job market. Visit her website at Feisty Side of Fifty.com and celebrate your sassy side!

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The Hardest Part Of Being Divorced And Over 50

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By now, we know what we like and don’t like — whether it’s food, cars, style … or sex.

If you’ve undergone a painful divorce, I bet you’ve composed a list of things you tolerated with your former spouse, but no longer want to do with a new partner. For example, under sex, maybe it’s a position like “doggie-style” or a sex act you don’t like.

So tell me if this scenario sounds familiar: After going through divorce after 20 or 30 years of marriage, you’ve started dating again and have found someone intriguing.

Now it’s your third date and you feel the sexual tension building. This guy could be the one! So you invite him in and before you know it, you’re in bed, ready for fun — excited, but nervous.

Then he asks you to do something in bed that you do NOT want to do. Your heart sinks. Not this again!

Whether it’s doggie-style, missionary or another sexual position, this scenario is not primarily about sex. It’s about personal preferences and how to talk about them with your new partner.

This is a dilemma faced by everyone in new relationships after 50. You’ve both had a lifetime to develop patterns that you like. And the older we get, we begin to assume others like them, too.

Lets say that he’d rather sleep after sex instead of talking about it, but you want to cuddle and whisper.

In a recent blog, I talked about acing “the relationship talk.” This time, we’re walking one step further down the gangplank of tough conversations. How to survive the sex talk with a new partner without losing your cool.

Why is talking about sex so difficult for those of us divorced and over 50?

First of all, it’s just plain awkward. We’re talking about a highly charged, private event. There may be some déjà vu, too. Sex issues are usually a huge contributor to divorce.

Second, it’s like driving a car. Most of us think we’re great drivers and if everyone else would drive like us, traffic problems would disappear. Sex is the same.

Third, nothing sets off more untamed insecurities than sex. It might be over body image, past partners who disparaged us, or the age-old question, “Was it good for you?”

So talk about it!

It’s critical to discuss sex with a new partner, especially if there may be a future with this person. No more living a life of quiet desperation, please!

Here are six tips to get you started:

  1. Bite your tongue and never discuss your sexual routine in bed. Instead, find another time, when you are fully clothed and not blinded by lust or frustration.
  2. Acknowledge that this is awkward. Really, really awkward.
  3. Tell your partner what your bedroom preferences are. Say something like: “Being in bed with you is really fun. I love it when you do this (say something positive). But I’ve got to tell you, when we do this : (activity you want changed), it’s not as much of a turn-on for me. I’d much rather try this: (give suggestion).” Keep it brief. Five minutes of you talking, max!
  4. Give your partner a chance to respond. Ask, “What works for you?”
  5. Remember that he or she may have never talked about sex with a partner. Don’t expect well-thought out answers.
  6. Don’t take it personally if the talk bombs! It’s not you. It’s the subject of sex. As a therapist, I can tell you: Sex and money are two of the toughest topics to talk about.

Describing our most intimate needs is at best challenging, often intimidating, and at worst, terrifying. Do it, anyway! Think of it as a gift you’re giving yourself and your new relationship.

If you put structure around the talk, keep your eye on the timer, and say it with true concern to make things better, you’ll be setting the stage to enjoy your erotic adventures, as you’re both getting your sexual needs met.

Stay tuned to my blog next week for part two of “The Sex Talk.” It will be about how to talk about the even harder sex stuff — asking your new partner the non-negotiable questions that could save your life.

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Tamir Rice's Uncle Calls For Change

CLEVELAND (AP) — The uncle of a 12-year-old boy who had a pellet gun when he was shot by a Cleveland police officer told mourners at a memorial service Wednesday that they must be advocates for change through peaceful protest and civil disobedience.

Tamir Rice’s uncle also said that police need to revamp how they train officers while also looking closer at police brutality and the use of excessive force. Surveillance video released by police shows Tamir being shot within 2 seconds of a patrol car stopping near him at a park on Nov. 22. It shows the boy reaching in his waistband for what police discovered was an airsoft gun, which shoots non-lethal plastic projectiles. He died the next day.

Police said rookie officer Tim Loehmann believed the boy had a real firearm.

Loehmann joined Cleveland police in March after spending six months in 2012 with the police department in suburban Independence.

Personnel files released Wednesday showed police supervisors in Independence decided he lacked the maturity needed to work in their department. A letter in his file said there was a pattern of a lack of discretion and of not following instructions.

“In law enforcement there are times when instructions need be followed to the letter, and I am under the impression Ptl. Loehmann, under certain circumstances, will not react in the way instructed,” the letter said.

Loehmann resigned from the Independence police department in December 2012 after meeting his supervisors about their concerns.

Cleveland police said in a statement Wednesday night that the agency did not review Loehmann’s department personnel from Independence before hiring him. However, detectives talked to the human resources director in that suburb and were told there were no issues that would make him an undesirable candidate. The detectives were told Loehmann had resigned from the Independence department for personal reasons.

A grand jury will consider whether charges are merited.

Just days after the shooting, protesters marched past City Hall and temporarily blocked rush-hour traffic on a busy Cleveland freeway.

Several hundred people attended the memorial service for Tamir at Mount Sinai Baptist Church.

Family members and friends, some wearing shirts with Tamir’s picture, filed past displays of photos at the front of the church and stopped to hug his mother.

One of his former teachers said Tamir liked to draw, play basketball and the drums.

Why I Sometimes Wish I Still Smoked Cigarettes

Country singer Ronnie Dunn, of Brooks and Dunn, came out with an amazing song titled I Wish I Still Smoked Cigarettes. The sentiments expressed throughout the song brought me back to an era that started when I was 13, and fell deeply in love for the first time. Our relationship lasted from eighth grade through the middle of our sophomore year, when family pressures insisted that it end. Our breakup has remained the most excruciating experience of my entire life. It was an innocent love — no more than sweet kisses. I miss what was never allowed to flourish, or die a natural death.

Ronnie Dunn’s song conjured up so many feelings and memories I’d forgotten. Sometimes I, too, wish I still smoked cigarettes. They signified so many pleasant things, such as independence, and an exciting feeling of rebellion. A cigarette was something to look forward to at the end of dinner, when speaking on the phone and, of course, it was the pause that refreshed after making love.

I was 15 and a sophomore in high school when I lit my first cigarette, at my girlfriend’s house. I can’t recall which girlfriend — but I remember being surrounded by a group of friends who were cheering me on. I should have realized after my first drag that cigarettes were not my friends. I crumbled to the floor, landed on my friend’s white shag rug, and laid there an undetermined amount of time, waiting for the room to stop spinning. Then I stood up and took a second drag.

In all other aspects of my life I was not a follower. In fact, I was a nauseatingly good girl. I couldn’t bear the thought of displeasing my loving, but strict, parents so I followed all the rules they laid down; and there were a great many; most of which began “Good girls do this, and bad girls do that.” Unlike most girls my age, I did not rebel. In retrospect I now know that a little rebelling would have been more difficult on my parents, but healthier — by far — for me.

I had dates every Friday, Saturday and Sunday all through high school, and while that was great fun, I never experienced the kind of fun many of my girlfriends did. I was far too busy rejecting boys advances because good girls weren’t permitted to have that kind of fun. My father said that a girl’s reputation always arrived at a destination before she did, and it was that reputation by which she would be judged. I don’t think a sullied reputation would have mattered very much to me had I a mind of my own back then, so I’m pretty sure I would do things differently today.

My mother used to hang up all the clothes I left piled on my bed and on my floor. My father told her not to pamper me, but she said, “Aww, Joe, she’ll only be young once.” She was wonderful, but he was right. I miss being spoiled.

I lived in New Jersey where the drinking age was 18. But, just across the river, in Staten Island, the drinking age was 17. Every Saturday night piles of kids from Jersey schools would drive to Staten Island and drink. I was never one of those kids. I miss never having gone with them.

Recently, my ex-husband handed me a package of photos he knew I’d wanted for a long while. The pictures were of me in my mid-20s and my children from between birth and four years of age. I was thrilled to have them, but as I sat there staring at this pretty young girl with long silky brown hair, huge dark eyes and drop-dead figure, tears welled up. I barely recognized or remembered her and, God knows, I never fully appreciated her back then.

Today my waist is thick, my breasts swing low and I’m losing my battle with arthritis, to stand erect. While a sense of humor does help most of the time, I do miss my lovely figure.

So, yes, I sometimes miss my youth. I don’t dwell on it, and I’m not longing to go back in time, but periodically I do revisit days gone by. And while I sometimes wish I still smoked cigarettes, mostly I miss the bad things I never did.

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The Life and Times of Michael B

Economic inequality is a hot topic in America these days. It is the subject of hefty bestsellers, presidential addresses, and even Hollywood movies. The issue has even appeared on the radar screen of foreign policy pundits.

In this Sunday’s Washington Post, former assistant secretary of state Kurt Campbell writesabout how “income inequality undermines U.S. power.” Campbell writes about how the growing divide between rich and poor undercuts U.S. “soft power” and saps U.S. ability to compete economically with a thriving Asia.

It’s unusual for former State Department officials like Campbell to delve into ostensibly domestic issues. Perhaps income inequality has become so unavoidably grotesque that it has begun to worry even the foreign policy elite. Perhaps Campbell’s essay is a trial balloon for his mentor, Hillary Clinton, as she tests which issues might play well in the 2016 presidential campaign.

What makes the essay particularly interesting, however, is what Campbell doesn’t address. He doesn’t discuss how U.S. policies accentuate global inequalities. Nor does he appreciate how the wealth gap at home is reinforced by U.S. foreign policies on resource extraction, for instance, or global trade.

But the most glaring absence from Campbell’s essay is the word “race.” Reading his piece, you might come away with the impression that inequality is not a black-and-white issue.

But it is.

Apartheid America

Consider these two astounding facts: “The United States incarcerates a higher proportion of blacks than apartheid South Africa did. In America, the black-white wealth gap today is greater than it was in South Africa in 1970 at the peak of apartheid.”

This quote comes from Nicholas Kristof, who has been publishing a series in The New York Times under the title “When Whites Just Don’t Get It.” In an earlier column in the series, Kristof points out that whites in South Africa owned 15 times more than blacks in 1970s, while the current ratio for the United States is 18 to 1.

In the context of the last 50 years, the statistics look even starker. According to a set of charts the Washington Post published last year on the anniversary of Martin Luther King’s”I Have a Dream” speech, the gap between whites and blacks has either remained the same or has gotten worse over the last half century. The gap in household income, the ratio of unemployment, and the number of children going to segregated schools have all remained roughly the same. The disparity in incarceration rates has gotten worse.

U.S. scholars have used the term “apartheid” to refer to specific historical periods (such as the era of Jim Crow), the residential segregation that existed for decades, the educational segregation that persists, and a criminal justice system that is so often criminal in its lack of justice. But can we apply the label of “apartheid” to all of American society?

South Africa got rid of apartheid. Although it remains more sharply divided economically than virtually any other major country, the end of apartheid did spur the growth of the black middle class, which expanded from 300,000 people to 3 million, with blacks rising from 11 percent to 41 percent of the overall middle class in 20 years.

But in the United States, very little has changed in five decades. The higher echelons of the African American community have done reasonably well, but not the middle class or the working poor. Since 1970, the percentage of African Americans in the middle class has actually declined. And the depression that hit the country after 2007 wiped out whatever gains this middle class might have achieved.

The media is full of pictures of Obama and Oprah, of Condoleezza and Susan Rice, of Serena Williams and Will Smith. Their omnipresence suggests that America is far from an apartheid society. And yet, for all their power and prominence, they are the outliers.

The Tragedy of Ferguson

In 1983, J.M. Coetzee published The Life and Times of Michael K, a novel about an unemployed gardener adrift in a war-torn South Africa. Michael K, whose race is never explicitly identified, is harassed by police, press-ganged into manual labor, accused of being a guerrilla. Riots and looting take place across the landscape of a country sharply divided between rich and poor. This is the future of apartheid, Coetzee suggested: a war of all against all. Six years later, apartheid fell, and the worst-case scenario was averted.

Now let’s take a look at The Life and Times of Michael B, the American sequel to Coetzee’s novel. The settings are disturbingly similar. Ferguson, Missouri looks even more like apartheid South Africa than the average American city. Ferguson is more than 60 percent African American, but only three of the 53 cops are black. The mayor is white, as is the chief of police. Nearly one-third of the African American population lives below the poverty line. And in 2013, 93 percent of the arrests involved blacks. Injustice and inequality has generated protests, riots, and police crackdowns.

The protagonist of this American sequel, Michael B, was an African American teenager who struggled to grow up in these challenging circumstances. He graduated high school on schedule, an achievement in and of itself in a town where only 78 percent of the students managed to get their degrees. He had no criminal record. He liked to play video games, smoke a little dope, hang out with friends. He listened to rap music and had just started to record some of his own songs. He planned to go to a technical college.

He was, in other words, a typical teenager.

On August 9, 2014, his death at the hands of a white policeman became an American tragedy, the circumstances of which have been much debated, dissected, and disputed. As with any tragedy that resonates in the larger world, the story of Michael Brown brings all the hopes and fears of a community to the foreground.

In Ferguson, the gross inequalities are an everyday matter. The rich lifestyles of successful rappers contrast with the reality of poorly paid jobs for those lucky enough to get them. The image of President Obama commanding the military, the Special Forces, and the National Guard is almost a grotesque reversal of the average African American experience in Ferguson facing the arbitrary–and downright racist–application of force by local whites. And the corporate self-helpism of Oprah, with its I-can-overcome-all-odds optimism, offers a dreamscape so at odds with the everyday indignities of negotiating the local power structure and the social welfare bureaucracy.

Physician: Heal Thyself

There’s certainly a foreign policy story in here, just as income inequality in general has many global dimensions.

The story of the shooting death of an unarmed African American man, the ensuing protests, the behavior of the police toward protestors, the acquittal of the police officer responsible for the killing: all of this provided foreign journalists and commentators rich fodder for storiesabout American hypocrisy. The U.S. government talks a great game about democracy, conflict resolution, nation building, and the like. But if we can’t effectively solve a problem that wasn’t even officially acknowledged until 50 years ago–and we can’t show much in the way of improvement except for a narrow slice of the African American middle class–then why on earth should any other country bother to listen to “experts” from the State Department and their bromides?

Until it puts its own house in order, the United States should adopt a more modest foreign policy. Perhaps the glare of the spotlight will force such a change. Accusations of hypocrisy can sometimes have that effect. The quintessential TV dad, Bill Cosby, stepped down from the board of Temple University because of a slew of rape allegations. Larry Craig, the anti-gay Republican senator from Idaho, left office after being accused of soliciting sex from an undercover policeman. James Watson, who shared a Nobel Prize for the discovery of DNA, retreated into the shadows after making a blatantly racist–and unscientific–judgment about Africans.

Of course, Cosby has also denied the charges and continued his recent comedy tour, Craig is a lobbyist, and an unapologetic Watson is back in the news for auctioning off his Nobel. Hubris is often embarrassment-proof. And since U.S. foreign policy is nothing if not arrogant, don’t hold your breath that the State Department will suddenly redirect its “democracy promotion” efforts to building a more perfect union at home.

Call the system of racial inequality in the United States what you will: the “two nations” of black and white, the new Jim Crow, or just plain ugly. But if the term “apartheid” shames the establishment into acting–and prompts pundits like Kurt Campbell to utter the word “race” when discussing inequality–then by all means let’s use the unflattering comparison. It’s a fitting way of bearing witness to the life and times of Michael B and everyone else who has suffered under this abhorrent system.

Crossposted with Foreign Policy In Focus

Cheetahs: The Supercar of the Big Cat World

Do you remember the first time you ever saw an exotic car in real life? Not just a cool car, or an unusual car, but a supercar … the kind that adorns the walls of boys’ bedrooms, later a few dormitory rooms and eventually the walls of “man caves” around the world: Beautiful. Sleek. Racy. Purposeful. Dangerous. Special. Rare. So amazing that even people who don’t know cars stop and stare and whisper, “Wow.” I was a little boy when I saw my first exotic car: a De Tomaso Pantera. The engine’s deep growl gave way to a throaty roar as it accelerated away from my astonished nine-year-old self in a blur of red paint, chrome and shiny black rubber, eliciting a visceral response at the fleeting encounter with something so exceptional.

Almost 20 years later, my first encounter with a wild cheetah in Kruger National Park brought on that same open-mouthed, breathy grin; and, no, the irony of that automotive Pantera sighting foreshadowing a career dedicated to the conservation of big cats and other carnivores has not gone unnoticed.

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The cheetah is the supercar of the big cat world. They’re arguably the most specialized of Africa’s big predators. A cheetah’s disproportionately small head isn’t great, nor is it designed for housing the massive teeth, strong jaws and chewing musculature that are the hallmarks of most big cats … but it is purposefully captivating, a streamlined control center for high-speed pursuits, much the same way a Ferrari’s nose hints at its running speed versus that of a Peterbilt.

Cheetahs are so long-legged that they’re downright lanky. Their limbs aren’t packed torso-to-paw with the dense, thick muscles that a leopard or lion uses to overpower and subdue prey, giving way instead to elongated, almost graceful limbs. The bulging muscle masses at a cheetah’s shoulders and hips, however, leave no question about the explosive potential for speed and acceleration available at a moment’s notice. Zero to 60 mph for a cheetah: three seconds. The Ferrari Testarossa on my boyhood bedroom wall: nearly twice that. The Dodge Challenger Hellcat, the most powerful muscle car ever in production, can’t beat it.

These specializations have allowed cheetahs to exploit a unique space, taking advantage of otherwise-too-speedy prey, for instance. Specialization comes at a cost, though. High speeds can’t be sustained for long … in just one pursuit, a cheetah can burn as many calories as found in a pepperoni pizza, whether they manage to bag an impala or not, and burning that much energy so quickly generates heat that continues to build even after the chase and also requires an extensive (and potentially costly) cool-down period.

Being the fastest means the cheetah certainly isn’t the most powerful or durable of the big cats … but these tradeoffs to being the very fastest land animal make it just as fascinating as , if not more than, the cars of boyhood dreams. Nature honed the cheetah through millions of years of evolution and created a product that exceeds the expectations and abilities of human engineering. Problem is, humans are also engineering the cheetah’s demise.

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Just as the care and maintenance of exotic cars is not something responsibly left to chance or random kindness, the conservation and preservation of cheetahs and other big cats is not a venture for the faint of heart. Precious few cheetahs remain in the wild. To contextualize: Africa, which is home to more than a billion people, is home to fewer than 10,000 cheetahs. That’s a 100,000-to-1 ratio. Cheetahs face many of the same threats as other big cats: retaliatory killing by angry herders, prey depletion by poachers, habitat conversion by farmers. They also have the comparatively high threat of capture by illegal wildlife traders for the pet trades, are sometimes so rare and elusive that they aren’t known to inhabit an area until it is too late for conservationists to help protect them and are more susceptible to aggression and competition from other predator species than other big cats. Cheetahs are runners, not fighters.

With all of these threats to consider, National Geographic’s Big Cats Initiative (BCI) is dedicated to the protection of cheetahs and other big cats, and seeks to stem their decline. Through an innovative grants program, the BCI has funded 65 field-based conservation projects in 23 countries since it launched in 2009, with more being funded every few months. Thirty-one of these projects have focused at least in part on cheetah conservation, 22 exclusively so.

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Cheetah conservation projects conducted by BCI grantees range from working directly with farmers to identify and relocate problem cheetahs that might otherwise be killed as “livestock pests,” to training “detection dogs” to find and identify previously unknown or unidentified cheetah populations. Other programs supported by the BCI promote legislation affording protection to cheetahs that cross international borders and sponsor multinational summits to coordinate Africa-wide cheetah conservation strategies. From the most local to the continental levels, this Big Cats Initiative is doing everything it can to make sure cheetahs survive and flourish for future generations in the wild.

I can’t imagine a world without cheetahs, nor would I want to. It’s up to us to make sure that doesn’t happen. Please tune in to Big Cat Week through December 5 on Nat Geo WILD or log on here to learn more and contribute to solutions to keep cheetahs and other big cats running wild.

And while my wife won’t let me hang an exotic car poster in our living room, cheetahs on the Serengeti plains, as painted by the late Simon Combes, look out across our living room, framed and hanging from their high and permanent perch over our mantle.

This post is part of a series produced by The Huffington Post in conjunction with Nat Geo WILD’s Big Cat Week. To see all the other posts in the series, click here. For more information about big cats, check out National Geographic’s Big Cats Initiative.

More Powerful Than ISIS

The most uplifting stories I hear are often about things that never happened. This is what I keep reminding myself as I join others seeking to end rape as a weapon of war. This is what drives the work of the courageous women facing down ISIS every day.

This paradox is familiar to many women’s rights activists out there. In this vital work to combat violations of women’s human rights, the best news can be no news. A community that reported no women dying in childbirth in the past year. A girl who grows up into womanhood facing no barriers to her education and no violence.

But it’s very hard to find good news in the timeline of ISIS’ advance across Iraq and Syria. The ideology of these armed extremists depends on the subjugation of women. They have imposed iron-fisted restrictions on women’s freedoms. They have raped and sold women into sexual slavery. They have publicly beaten women who dare to take a stand.

These are the atrocities that grab headlines. But behind these headlines are the stories of things that did not happen, of women who escaped the threat of rape and found refuge beyond ISIS’ grasp. Despite the odds, grassroots women’s rights activists in Iraq and Syria are risking their safety and their lives to do what others have dismissed as impossible: to prevent rape as a weapon of war. These are the glimmers of hope that must light our way.

Local women’s rights activists are mobilizing to prevent sexual violence and protect survivors. They even operate in places governments and aid agencies cannot reach, thanks to their longtime local connections. They know the lay of the land. For instance, in Iraq, brave women are setting up safe houses and shelters, creating clandestine oases of safety even in the heart of ISIS territory. They spread the word so that women in danger know where to turn, through postings on social media or by word of mouth.

Iraqi women’s rights activists have had more than a decade of hard-won experience in preventing wartime rape and protecting survivors. They describe how the US invasion and occupation of their country brought religious fundamentalists to power and fueled the rise of brutal anti-government groups, including, eventually, ISIS. Both government-allied and rival militias have meted out terror, violence and rape against women. In the early years of the occupation, groups like the Organization of Women’s Freedom in Iraq (OWFI) responded by creating shelter networks to prevent rape and protect women. When the threat of ISIS exploded, they knew exactly what women in danger would need, and they leapt into action to expand their shelters and set up emergency escape routes.

In Syria, the women’s movement was dealt a serious blow by the devastation of their civil war and by the upsurge of extremist militias. But these women have remained active, organizing to provide humanitarian aid for displaced women and families, including reproductive and maternal health care for women. They’ve also been more successful than world governments in brokering local ceasefires and prisoner exchanges and getting aid into besieged areas. They are the people who know exactly what needs to be done to prevent more atrocities by ISIS: re-start peace negotiations (seriously, this time) and make sure that women’s rights and civil society activists are represented.

Women’s rights activists in both countries know that even beyond ISIS-controlled territory, the landscape is treacherous for women. Government policies that trample women’s rights continue to put women at risk of rape, even once they’ve escaped ISIS. Consider Iraq’s pending Ja’afari draft law. This pernicious piece of legislation would lower the marrying age for girls to nine and legalize marital rape. Before the war broke out in Syria, women’s rights activists there were hard at work demanding a voice in their country’s constitutional redrafting, a process that had eroded protections against rape.

What gives them the strength to take on these monumental challenges?

One young Iraqi woman’s story is a stark reminder of what a person can be forced to endure. At 16, she was raped and had to flee her home, fearful that her family would kill her in order to erase the shame of her rape and restore their “honor.” She had turned to sex work to survive. For this, she was arrested and imprisoned. OWFI activists found out about her story, secured her release and offered her shelter.

And she began to attend activist meetings. She became an OWFI organizer, reaching out to women in danger and helping them seek shelter. As a survivor, she connected with other survivors. Her story is one of transformation and strength, and she is not alone.

The essential work of many grassroots activists in Iraq and Syria is galvanized by survivors’ activism. This helps make their leadership indispensable. Better than any outsider, they can identify and meet urgent needs for women threatened by ISIS and all sexist violence. And their voices offer crucial perspectives to ensure that any potential political resolution responds to women’s needs.

Brutal violence may make an easy headline. But women’s activism makes for powerful solutions.

This post is part of a series produced by The Huffington Post and the International Campaign to Stop Rape & Gender Violence in Conflict in conjunction with 16 Days of Activism Against Gender Violence. To learn more about global activism to end sexual violence in conflict, visit here. To read all posts in the series, visit here.