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Driving While Old

I slammed on the breaks so violently that my breath was momentarily restricted by the seat belt and my car’s wheels screamed in agony. I had been cut off and nearly T-boned by someone plowing through a stop sign. After my heart rate lessened and the shakes began to subside, I decided they were going to hear about it. With a certain finger locked and loaded, I pulled up beside the oblivious offender. But when my eyes met with the driver’s, I hesitated. “Just let it go,” my passenger pleaded. “It’s an old lady. She doesn’t know what she’s doing.”

While results may vary depending on your neighborhood, my story is not an uncommon one. Drivers unfit for operating multiple-ton motor vehicles, many of them elderly, endanger the streets for the rest of us.

In Los Angeles last month, 100-year-old Preston Carter backed his car into a group of 11 pedestrians on a sidewalk, nine of whom were school children. No one was killed, but four of the children were seriously injured. Carter was not under the influence of any substances and had no history of traffic violations. After the incident, his 78-year-old daughter promised the media that it was his last venture behind the wheel.

It’s true that you don’t wake up one day as a senior citizen and suddenly become a terrible driver. And I’m sure there are plenty of 80-year-olds who could out-maneuver me in an Oldsmobile. But according to smartmotorist.com, there is a correlation between older drivers and traffic accidents. The site reports that elderly people make up 9 percent of America’s population but cause 14 percent of all traffic fatalities — and 17 percent of all pedestrian fatalities.

So what can we do? Petition for a ban of drivers above the age of 70? Require yearly DMV tests for motorists above a certain age? After one of my near run-ins with an elderly driver, I momentarily pondered requiring all drivers above the age of 75 to drive as many miles-per-hour as their age at all times in order to cull out the weak ones. But upon further review, that seemed harsh.

Some states have taken action. California’s Department of Motor Vehicles requires that people over the age of 70 renew their driver’s license in person every five years. That means at 100, Carter was deemed fit for operating a vehicle. Most of us will be lucky if we’re deemed fit for operating a dinner fork at 100.

Anyone could have made the mistake Carter did (16-year-olds have a higher crash rate than any other drivers, but minimum driving age is another discussion). Overall, though, elderly driving statistics are tough to ignore and even harder to swallow, especially if there’s something we can do to fix them.

Some have suggested public transit for senior citizens who possess an at-risk driving record, but in most of the country — especially in rural areas and smaller towns — it’s not feasible. And to strip away someone’s ability to leave the house alone would be to strip them of their independence. Is that something we can concern ourselves with if lives are at risk?

State laws must be stricter. California has the right idea, but they should bump the DMV visits up to at least every two years, and the test should include an instructor-led, in-depth driving test. As medicine continues to improve and our population continues to stretch its twilight years, we must adapt our thinking.

People’s lives — and the life of my bumper — are on the line.

Michael Wassmer, an occasional contributor to the Flyer, is a Memphis communications consultant.

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Rhythm and Boos

It was the slap heard around the world. In 2009, after news stations reported that R&B singer Chris Brown assaulted fellow musician and at-the-time girlfriend Rihanna, I was sure of two things. First, I told myself I was going to stop referring to TMZ as a “news station.” Second, I was positive that Chris Brown would never find work in the industry again.

I was wrong on both counts.

You’ve got to hand it to Brown: His performances at this year’s recent Grammy Awards were fun, energetic, and catchy. His dancing talent and ability to churn out chart-topping singles is undeniable. But for everyone besides maybe high-school-aged girls, one thing will always plague Brown’s career: It’s difficult to watch him gyrate onstage without thinking, Are we really okay with this guy?

It’s important that I clarify. Chris Brown’s assault on Rihanna wasn’t a momentary breach in judgment. It wasn’t a split-second strike out of anger (although that wouldn’t make it okay). Photos of Rihanna’s face released after the incident indicate that she was struck multiple times. Bruises, swelling, and lacerations cover her lips, forehead, and eyes. It seemed as if she would become the new face of domestic violence.

Brown pleaded guilty to a felony assault charge and one count of making criminal threats. He was given five years of formal probation and was forced to take domestic violence counseling. He then attempted to make amends in a short YouTube video posted to his official page. Later he spoke of the incident in a prerecorded interview with Larry King.

Since then, Brown has released three studio albums, has appeared on several television shows, and has starred in a studio-released film, for which he was also an executive producer. And in February, after his catchy performances I mentioned, he took home his first Grammy Award for Best R&B Album. It appeared that the world, or at least the music industry, had forgiven Chris Brown.

I’m all for giving someone a second chance. Chris Brown certainly isn’t the first celebrity with a less-than-stellar personal life to be allowed back into the public’s good graces. Jimi Hendrix struck a female on at least two different occasions. John Lennon admitted to beating his first wife. Even Sean Connery revealed in an interview with Barbara Walters that he feels striking a woman is acceptable, as long as the situation merits it. So at what point do we allow a celebrity’s personal life to affect the way we perceive his art?

Leave it to the internet to put things back into perspective. While watching the recent Grammy Awards, a young girl tweeted, “I don’t know why Rihanna complained. Chris Brown could beat me up anytime he wanted to.” Then another girl chimed in: “chris brown your sexy you can punch me in the face anyday #imkindanotkidding.” Similar tweets from girls in the same age group followed.

All in all, dozens of preteen and teenage girls openly volunteered to be physically abused, just as long as the attacker was a good-looking guy who could dance.

Oh, right. There’s the problem. Chris Brown’s target audience isn’t well-rounded, mature adults with stringently defined rules on what is and isn’t acceptable in a physical relationship. His target audience is young girls, many of whom haven’t had, or are just now having, their first relationships with classmates. And I fear that allowing Chris Brown to perform twice at the Grammys is sending them the wrong message.

And to make matters worse, Rihanna and Chris Brown are making music again. Despite objections from fans and other celebrities, Rihanna continually allows her attacker back into her life.

It’s possible that some of the girls who asked to be beaten over Twitter were making dark jokes. But if even just one of them were serious, then maybe we should take a step back and figure out exactly what we’re conveying to these girls.

Chris Brown beat a woman so severely that he put her in the hospital. But that’s okay. Because, boy, does he have rhythm. Michael Wassmer, a frequent contributor to the Flyer, is a Memphis communications consultant.

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Sour Apples

The New York Times recently gave its readers an in-depth look at what’s going on inside Foxconn, the company that owns the China-based factories that create Apple products.

It’s not breaking news that the conditions for Foxconn’s employees are questionable. In fact, it’s a story I’ve been avoiding for a few years. At the mere mention of it, I’ve been quick to switch off the television or suddenly decide I’ve read enough of the newspaper for the day.

But it’s hard to completely cut yourself off from the headlines with an iPhone in your pocket.

The Times story is riddled with disturbing examples of the conditions Foxconn factory workers deal with daily. Explosions killing some, injuring hundreds. Legs that swell from hours upon hours of standing. Crowded dorms, poisonous chemicals, and seven-day workweeks. Last year, within 93 Foxconn facilities, at least half of the workers exceeded the 60-hours-a-week work limit.

The article spotlights Lai Xiaodong, a 22-year-old factory worker who was burned almost beyond recognition (in the hospital, his girlfriend only recognized him by his legs) in an iPad factory explosion. He died two days later with his grieving family by his side. His mother refused to touch him, fearing any physical contact would cause him pain.

Foxconn, of course, is quick to dismiss the accusations from the Times. And Apple refuses to comment. That’s basically how it’s been, until now.

Apple has left plenty of room for consumers (including myself) to bury their heads in the sand, content with the idea that the story is likely just another blown-out-of-proportion media blitz. But has too much evidence piled up? Has it gotten to the point where we must question the morality of purchasing our smart phones?

Maybe. But if you have to keep digging a hole deeper to bury your head, you will eventually hit China.

Some consumers are taking notice. Mark Shields, a communications worker and admitted Apple enthusiast, is calling for Apple to fix working conditions for its employees overseas. Shields created a petition on change.org, a website that caters to controversial activists. The petition, which currently has over 150,000 signatures, encourages Apple to continue to “think different” when it comes to questionable labor practices in China.

“You know what’s awesome?” the petition asks. “Listening to NPR podcasts through an Apple Airport, playing through a Mac laptop, while puttering about the kitchen. Do you know the fastest way to replace awesome with a terrible knot in your stomach? Learning that your beloved Apple products are made in factories where conditions are so bad, it’s not uncommon for workers to permanently lose the use of their hands.”

Shields, unlike some, does not advocate for an Apple boycott. Good thinking. It’s unlikely that a boycott of iPhones or iPads would gain any steam.

It pains me to admit it, because a few years ago I would’ve ridiculed someone for saying it, but it’d be really hard to give up my iPhone. The speed with which I can have any information in the world in the palm of my hand is unparalleled and, in short, addicting.

It’s also not as simple as switching to a different smart-phone manufacturer. Not only does the iPhone, in many consumers’ opinions, outshine other smart phones. Other smart-phone companies have also had their factory working conditions questioned.

Plus I have a few “Words with Friends” games that I really need to finish.

With it being unlikely that any boycott would gain enough participants to ruffle Apple’s feathers, what’s the solution? Hoping that Apple will fix these appalling conditions simply because it’s the right thing to do? It’s worth a shot.

Along with its Foxconn story, the Times ran a poll that revealed that consumers thought Apple and similar technology companies should begin manufacturing products in the U.S. That would, of course, raise production costs considerably and, in turn, bump up the sales tag of products whose prices we take for granted.

Apple has little choice but to eventually address the growing concern its customers are finally beginning to show for Foxconn’s mistreated factory workers. Hopefully, though, the question will no longer be: “Are you willing to give up your iPhone for human rights?”

It’ll be: “How much more are you willing to pay for American-made?”

Michael Wassmer is a communications consultant living Memphis.

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The Selling of 9/11

I was 13 years old the morning the World Trade Center was attacked, but by that afternoon I felt a lot older. My mind, which had previously only been concerned with zits and the girl who sat next to me in first period, was finally beginning to wrap around the fact that a big, scary world existed beyond my quaint Memphis suburb.

September 11, 2001, became something of a contradiction for my generation: It was a tragic, saddening, and personal faith-shaking day, all the while developing into a where-were-you social event and a punch line for off-color jokes. The moment we realized “Osama” rhymed with “your momma,” our attitudes were set in stone — 9/11 was probably too much for us to comprehend, but we could at least mask our collective uncertainty and fear with humor.

But I’m not laughing anymore. Especially after discovering a display of commemorative 9/11 10th-anniversary T-shirts, stickers, and ribbons at a local arts and crafts store. Disgusted friends from around the country had already discussed such displays with me, but I had to see one for myself. Sure enough: We too in Memphis can “never forget” the deaths of almost 3,000 Americans for only $12.99.

Understand that I’m a fan of capitalism. I’ve hiked up my fair share of street-corner lemonade prices as temperatures approached triple digits. But as human beings, we have to draw the line somewhere. Maybe your line is further back than my line (I admit $5 for a glass of lukewarm Country Time might’ve been a bit much), but at least our lines exist.

I remind myself that it’s silly to be shocked, because this is not a new tactic. On 9/12, the streets of New York City were lined with stands of vendors selling NYPD and FDNY T-shirts and ball caps. When you approach the situation from a detached perspective, the concept, of course, makes perfect sense: An event took place that would surely raise interest and demand for these types of products. So sell them. And boy, did they.

But the shady methods transcend 9/11. Microsoft recently apologized to thousands of Twitter followers after a tweet left a bad taste in the mouths of consumers. “Remember Amy Winehouse by downloading the ground-breaking Back to Black over at Zune,” it prodded. Amazon and Apple jumped on board, too. Winehouse hadn’t been dead 24 hours, and the marketing gorillas were already hustling the action: Back to Black sales increased by 37 times.

While it’d be easy to dismiss the controversial schemes as a “sign of the times” — it was Rahm Emanuel who coined the now infamous “You never want a serious crisis to go to waste” — that’d be oversimplifying. Savvy marketers (and politicians) have been profiting off of tragedies for decades. Pieces and artifacts from the boats at Pearl Harbor and the Titanic have been collected and sold as memorabilia. A Connecticut auction house was accused of profiteering after selling the journals of a Nazi death-camp doctor. The practice is as old as tragedy itself.

Watch your heads, folks: We’ve entered a moral gray area.  

At what point do marketing tactics become tasteless? And in the same vein, how much time has to pass before we stop caring? A few years ago, a popular T-shirt referencing the Titanic read, simply, “The boat sank. Get over it.”

I don’t foresee 9/11 marketing ploys becoming that crass anytime soon, but who’s to say? I didn’t really expect to be able to wallpaper my apartment in “September 11: Never Forget” ribbons either, but now I can do just that.

Maybe those of us who adamantly reject this blatantly disrespectful, money-grubbing treatment of a disaster are the real suckers. We’re too busy worrying about people’s “feelings” and “memories” and “dignity.” We’re too concerned with keeping at least something sacred in this society where you can’t so much as use a public bathroom without being inundated with advertisements for condoms and online degrees. All the while we could be making a quick buck.  

Besides, the anniversary of New England’s Great Hurricane of 1938 is coming up, and I’ve got a few ponchos that’d look great with “never forget” across the back.

Michael Wassmer is a communications consultant and recent graduate of the University of Memphis.