Fair Play: A Critical Review Series

Yesterday, per Devi’s suggestion, I started reading Fair Play by James Olson, a book on the moral and ethical issues surrounding intelligence gathering.

While I will offer a comprehensive review of the entire book when I am finished, I think that the book asks some interesting questions that deserve individual attention and analysis. The book is set up as a series of scenarios where the reader has to decide whether the act is morally justified, and then contains responses from people in various fields analyzing the situation. As the book suggests that the reader “reach his or her own conclusion- yea or nay- after each scenario, before reading the opinions of the commentators,” and “try to respond instinctively as you would if you were a senior policy maker or intelligence officer and had to approve or disprove the operation,” I’ve decided to blog my initial reactions before continuing reading, then see if my mind changes when I listen to the arguments. I would also like to hear your thoughts!

**Disclaimer** The few (of many) scenarios I choose to blog about are the property of the author, James Olson, and are entirely fictional. The analysis I present, however, is entirely my own, and does not represent the author’s point of view. For more background information and analysis, please read the book!

Scenario 1:

“Rolando Montemayor is a Cuban Direccion General de Inteligencia (DGI) officer under cover as a second secretary at the Cuban mission to the United Nations in New York. He previously served in the Cuban embassy in Madrid, Spain, where the CIA successfully ran a double agent operation against him. The double agent, a young Spanish Communist journalist, reported to his CIA case officer that he strongly suspected that Montemayor was homosexual.

When Montemayor moves to New York, the CIA passes its information on him to the FBI. The FBI and CIA agree to conduct a joint operation against Montemayor in New York in an effort to recruit him as a penetration of the DGI. The FBI surveillance of Montemayor indicates that he frequents gay bars in New York and engages in promiscuous homosexual sex. Using telephone taps and infrared photography, the FBI acquires incontrovertible evidence of Montemayor’s homosexual activities. Homosexuality is grounds for dismissal from the DGI, and Montemayor has carefully concealed his sexual orientation from his family, friends, and colleagues.

Would it be morally acceptable for the CIA and FBI to attempt to recruit Montemayor by blackmailing him on the basis of his homosexuality?” (46)

I have to say that in my initial reaction about a million thoughts ran through my head at once. The first was that in the United States both blackmail and discrimination based on sexual orientation are illegal, for good reason, and that because Montemayor did not pose an immediate threat or we had reason to believe he held vital information there really was no justification (if there ever is) for breaking the law. My second thought was that, as a spy, he knew exactly what he was getting into and how compromising (in his CHOSEN occupation) homosexual behavior was, and yet he chose to recklessly (and very conspicuously at that) engage in it anyway. I’m not saying that Cuban sexual discrimination is right, I’m just saying that if you are Cuban, and homosexual, why would you get involved in as dangerous, politically charged and secretive an occupation as espionage? I mean seriously. You had it comin’. Don’t hate the player, player, hate the game.

My third reaction, however, and the one I’m sticking with, was that the whole operation seemed pointless. You are effectively blackmailing a spy into becoming a double agent, which to me does not seem to make good intelligence, given the particular nature of double agents and the sensitivity and skill they require. Threatening to out someone does not a good agent make; they lack the loyalty or any sort of positive incentive to cooperate. Instead, use the information to your advantage- find your man a boyfriend in New York (or even a gay undercover agent; after all, they aren’t illegal in the United States, and Cuba wouldn’t see it coming!) and use HIS sexy wiles to elicit the needed incentives for double agency. Voila! A much more legal, and solid, operation.

Thoughts?

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13

01 2010

5/Fiver!

5/Fiver!

5 Posts Fiver Authors!

Well we did it! Today, January 12, 2010 we got a 5 for Fiver- 5 posts from the Five authors of Bengfort.com! As you can see, we cracked the Moet and cheers to you guys! New Years Resolutions resolved! One big problem, about this though, is that the five posts are kind of buried beneath the last one (and now this one). Until I can get the separate authors page, I thought I would put the links here up front so everyone could read them:

5 Posts/ 5 Authors/ 1 Day:

Book Review- World on Fire by Bethany Bengfort

Big, Intimidating, Necessary? by Devi Bengfort

… And Doubly in the Bubbly by Jacquelyn Bengfort

Boredom by Winston Bengfort

Quick Note from Ben by Benjamin Bengfort

Please read and enjoy! Nice work everyone!

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12

01 2010

“…And Doubly in the Bubbly.”

Tonight, we have a mission.

Tonight, I must write a blog post…and thereby earn a bottle of Champagne.

The quote at the top comes from the excellent novel The Manual of Detection by Jedediah Berry, of which I have at this juncture read precisely 51%, according to the reading machine that Champagne-wielding husband of mine purchased me for the Christmas holiday.

I also highly recommend The Widow Clicquot, a biography of Veuve Clicquot, by Tilar J. Mazzeo.  A bit thin on evidence, but what she lacks in details of the woman herself, she makes up for in reams of delightful Champagne facts.  I read this one thanks to my local library.

Other recently enjoyed reads via reading machine:

The Year of the Flood, a novel by Margaret Atwood.  A companion to Oryx and Crake, a novel my copy of which I ironically lost in what I have dubbed the “Ben’s-truck-trunk-book-flooding-incident,” this is a fantastic post-apocalyptic tale by (in my opinion) one of the most astounding authors writing in English today.  I recommend not only these but the many others by her I have read–The Blind Assassin, The Edible Woman, The Robber Bride, The Handmaid’s Tale (don’t bother with the film), and her short story collection Good Bones are all excellent, and utterly engaging.

The Lacuna, by Barbara Kingsolver.  Orwellian in theme, but in ways both more subtle and more direct, she looks to the past to spin a novel of fiction from facts.  I must give props to KPLU 88.5, my local NPR affiliate, for alerting me to this novel.  (In fact, I owe that radio station for one book, one pre-ordered book, two cds and a single that I have purchased in the last month, all with great success and all, incidentally, via download.)

The Little Stranger, by Sarah Waters.  This one, a sort of neo-Gothic horror story set in postwar Britain, had me scared to stop reading–on more than one occasion, I simply read until I fell asleep, because I could only achieve calm through complete brain shutdown.  At one point, reading in bed with husband and dog, a sort of normal and banal rattling sound came from the general vicinity of the garage.  Winston, predictably, woofed–and I, unexpectedly, shrieked.  Just a little, but still, Ben has made fun of me for a week.

And finally, I will admit that the reading machine in question, Amazon’s Kindle, was probably the best gift I’ve ever received that I didn’t want.  My reading rate has gone from the odd book, here and there, to nearly grade-school levels again (when reading was my primary activity, I stayed up late under the covers every night, and leaving a book in progress felt like breaking an enchantment or waking from a deep sleep).  So, Ben, you win.

But now I’ve written a blog post, so I win too!  “The Devil’s in the details…”

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12

01 2010

Big, Intimidating, Necessary?

After living in China where you don’t need an ID, wait in a line, pay a cover, nor even really look nice to get into a decent club or swanky bar, the exclusivity and judging atmosphere of some clubs in DC are rather off-putting. I know that the perception of exclusivity is a good business strategy for clubs, as it attracts well-dressed, well-moneyed clientele who will make the club look good and spend lots of money, but to me it just seems oddly counter intuitive to create an unwelcoming atmosphere for customers. I’ve personally never had an issue getting into a club (being young, female and reasonably attractive is certainly an advantage), but it does make me distinctly uncomfortable to enter a place that has dozens of large bouncers standing around doing nothing but hogging floor space.
My biggest problem is with a club called Lima, which has a salsa night on Mondays that I regularly attend. There is always a relatively good showing for it being a Monday (there are plenty of salsa enthusiasts in DC), but nothing extraordinary, it’s certainly not packed, and as most people have to work the next day, no heavy drinking occurs to incite rowdy shenanigans. Yet despite this, there are always four to five big guys in suits standing around the club watching the salsa dancers do their thing. It is really hard to dance well and be carefree about it when there is a guy just a foot away watching you. Of course, I know that he is surveying the whole room, and not just watching me and internally critiquing my dancing skills (although he could be), but it is still an odd feeling. It’s MONDAY, and people are there to salsa dance specifically, not a scenario that would call for 5 bouncers to be in the room. I can’t imagine how many they would have for a typical Friday or Saturday night, but then again, I probably wouldn’t go to Lima if it weren’t for the salsa. I’m not a “there to be seen” type of person, and it is certainly that type of club. Get me back to Beijing where I could go to a club in my PJs and dance without anyone looking twice!

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12

01 2010

Book Review: World on Fire

So I figured out how to combine two of my New Years’ Resolutions; read more, and blog more, thus- a book review blog! I felt for a while like my ideas were stagnating because living in DC doesn’t have as many cultural quirks as living in Italy did (I’m pretty sure we’re all familiar with the American culture) so I decided that my blog needed a theme. Thus, I’m going to review a few of the things I read, and maybe throw in a movie or two if I’m impressed (or entirely unimpressed).

The first book up is World on Fire by Amy Chua.

World on Fire by Amy Chua

In World on Fire, Amy Chua contends that the two main forces of globalization aggressively pursued by Western countries, namely, market liberalization and democratization, contribute to and in some cases bring about serious ethnic conflict and global instability. This is due to the two policies’ simultaneous effect of increasing inequality and subsequently hatred for market-dominant ethnic minorities, while at the same time empowering the poor majority to react, often resulting in violence or severe oppression of the minority. Chua explains it thus, “The global spread of free market democracy has thus been a principal, aggravating cause of ethnic instability and violence through the non-Western world. In country after country outside the West laissez-faire markets have magnified the often astounding wealth and economic prominence of an ‘outsider’ minority, generating great reservoirs of ethnic envy and resentment among the impoverished ‘indigenous’ majority…democratization, by increasing the political voice and power of the ‘indigenous’ majority, has fostered the emergence of demagogues who opportunistically whip up mass hatred against the resented minority. As a result, in its raw, for-export form, the pursuit of free market democracy outside the West has repeatedly led not to widespread peace and prosperity, but to ethnic confiscation, authoritarian backlash, and mass killing.” (187-88) Chua proceeds to describe a series of examples in which a program of market liberalization in combination with democratization, usually backed by the West, has led to either severe ethnic conflict or political backlash. From the Philippines and Yugoslavia to Nazi Germany and even Anti-Americanism, Chua applies her framework to conflicts both past and present.

In a purely informational sense, Chua’s book is an enjoyable, interesting and pleasant read.  After an emotional and attention-grabbing introduction describing the death of a beloved Aunt, purportedly due to the consequences her thesis describes, Chua segues into the deeper context of her argument. Her first two sections come across as a sort of history lesson through a series of descriptions, references and loose figures. Like a good history textbook, Chua begins her chapters with a humorous or enlightening anecdote, followed by some background information, a brief description of the current setting, and finally a reiteration of the issues. The book continues this way both throughout the globe and throughout time, her arguments getting progressively less robust, increasingly more flexible and even extrapolating to places that have only one or two of the three characteristics her thesis describes (market dominant ethnic minorities, economic liberalization, and democratization). In this way, her third section seems like the tagline for an infomercial- “But wait, there’s more!”- as she attempts to reconcile her thesis with intra-city conflicts in the United States, anti-Americanism, Nazism, and the current crisis in the Middle East. What Chua doesn’t realize is that the further she extrapolates and attempts to convince readers of her argument’s global (and national, in the case of the United States) relevance, the further she alienates those who were sold to her argument in the first place.

This argument by itself seems simplistic and logical. It makes sense that in countries where the vast majority of the population live in dire poverty, and those that do hold most of the wealth are of a noticeably different skin color, culture or ethnicity, ethnic conflict would result. It also makes sense that the greater the inequality between these peoples the more conflict and hatred there would be, and if free markets do in fact exacerbate these inequalities it might even be a direct consequence. While it is much less obvious, it also makes sense that a form of government that empowers the angry majority without protecting the rights of the minority can and often does lead to civil conflict or oppressive majoritarian policies. The way Amy Chua frames her book it seems like she is simply trying to describe a phenomenon rather than prove a thesis, much as a history book might say what happened in a particular era and offer several plausible suggestions as to why this might have occurred. The anecdotal and descriptive style of writing leaves no room for alternative interpretations; each example is specifically framed for her argument, and there are no competing explanations or variables that she is including or comparing against. If the point of the book is that she is simply trying to prove that these effects of occur, the lack of scientific methodology severely undermines her claim. A better approach might be to gather a set of recent conflicts or transition governments and see how the variables of market-dominant minorities, the gini coefficient, perceived ethnocentrism, and democratization (including the various levels of democratization, considering that “democracy” is debatable in many of the examples she gives) affect the outcome. This would make her results much more scientifically robust and offer solid proof.

It seems, however, that instead of trying to prove her thesis she is merely trying to describe a phenomenon that is the most likely explanation for several events throughout the world. She transitions easily from example to example, reiterating her point of view and showing how each scenario fits in the context of her argument. Given that her information is accurate, her conclusions seem logical, and aside from a few very interesting history lessons it seems no major ideological breakthroughs are made. Perhaps it is simply the mark of a great writer, but Chua’s observations and conclusions seem obvious. She is not trying to prove a hypothesis as much as she is saying something is true and providing anecdotal examples as supporting evidence. The question then becomes what the point of her writing this is. If it is not to methodologically prove the relationship between free market democracy and ethnic conflict for sheer academic value, then what is it? To raise awareness? To explore possible solutions? To disprove prior theories?

That question is exactly what the reader has in mind after two hundred pages of this message being reinforced. In logical terms, it seems that she spends her entire book defending a premise without drawing a conclusion.  In fact, some of the logical conclusions that could be drawn she rather obviously avoids discussing, even in the most narrow of terms. It seems that in her avoidance of drawing judgments from her work, either because of her reluctance to make broad claims or timidity in saying anything controversial, she discredits or completely diminishes the value of her work. Even one of her most obvious answers, that the United States should stop promoting simultaneous intense market reform and immediate democratization in countries with market-dominant ethnic minorities, she refuses to say directly. Instead, she states, “First, the best economic hope for developing and post-socialist countries lies in some form of market-generated growth. Second, the best political hope for these countries lies in some form of democracy, with constitutional constraints, tailored to local realities. And third, avoiding ethnic oppression and bloodshed must be a constant priority. But if these goals are to be achieved- if global free market democracy is to be peaceably sustainable- then the problem of market-dominant minorities, however unsettling, must be confronted head-on.” (263-264) She then goes on to state feeble policy recommendations that may help remedy these problems, most on the part of the corrupt and often unstable governments that have very limited incentive to do so. By the end it almost feels as if she herself does not believe there is a good solution, and just spent the entire book discussing the problem.

In the end, Amy Chua’s book is a delightfully informative, logically sound (for the most part) and enlightening read. Like many other books, it does well in debunking the neoclassical myth that free market democracy in the purest sense is the answer to all the world’s problems and an invincible catchall policy. This, however, is not a new concept, and in the absence of any further conclusion or salient recommendation Chua’s book fails to be anything but mildly thought-provoking.

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12

01 2010

Boredom

Bored Winston

Bored Winston

I’m so bored. Basically all I do is sleep all day long. North Dakota was so cold, and nothing like England, and my mom wasn’t there, but I had friends, Anni and Twag. Here all the other dogs are mean, they always bark when we walk. And I never see any of my friends. I’m so bored here that I have even uploaded all my old blogs to this site, which you can now reread in the archive.

Now all my parents do is work. My mom goes to work so very early, and she wakes me up at 530 in the morning so that I can go for a walk with her. Which I rarely want to do because the bed is so warm, and its the same bed as in England. Most of the time when we go out it is raining, and I don’t like being a wet dog- I like that worse than being a cold dog.

Dad is worse. He is home all day now, which at first I thought was going to be awesome! But he goes upstairs to work and even though I can go with him, he is so busy on those computers that I can’t get a word in edgewise! Believe me, I try. I beg, I whine, I tear through the house. He’ll get up and let me outside, sometimes take me for a walk, but he always goes back to work. I’m always waiting at the top of the stairs to listen for mom opening the garage door because I know that’s when he’ll stop working… sometimes. I have even learned this trick. I’ll sneak up under his desk, and when he’s least expecting it, or if he leans away from his keyboard even a little bit- BAM! I’m in his lap! It’s not very comfortable up there though.

So I’m bored. I need a friend. What I really want is a new puppy in the house, a schnauzer just like my friend in North Dakota. So everyone out there reading this- please comment and tell my parents that it is time for a second dog in the house!

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12

01 2010

Quick Note from Ben

Just a quick update: I realize that after our extremely successful conversation during our “Bengfort.com Seminar” we came up with a number of action items for the site that I have yet to follow up on. I want to assure you that I’m working on these things, and I just want to give you a status report.

Guyana Cooking Video- still in edit. I haven’t had much time to look at it, but when I did, I realized, I’m not such a pro! I’m hoping to have something together and posted by the end of the month, probably via a you tube stream and an embedded link. If you guys have any suggestions, I could use the help!

Individual Author pages. I have been exploring the following three solutions:

  • Wordpress MU/Buddypress
  • Theme edit:
  • Site Design edit

As I mentioned during our seminar, these aren’t necessarily hard tasks, but they aren’t very easy either. I would like to get a quick solution, but I also want to do it right. You will see more on the virtues of each of these options in future posts. In the meantime, I have done the DNS legwork, so that the following:

  • ben.bengfort.com
  • devi.bengfort.com
  • bethany.bengfort.com
  • jaci.bengfort.com
  • winston.bengfort.com

Are all valid, but they just point to the main webpage right now. Soon those will take you to your own author pages depending on how we do it.

Old Post Import: So I have got going on this, you will start to see your old blog posts starting to trickle back into the site. For instance, most of Jaci’s old blog posts are up, but they are password protected (email me if you want the password). Winston’s are all up now too. Bethany, Devi, and My blog posts are sans pictures unfortunately, but we can discuss how to remedy that.

Avatars/Email/Other: A few changes have been made to the profiles section (avatars are now up, you can edit them in your profile if you wish). If you’re having problems with your @bengfort.com email, let me know. I still haven’t found a dashboard style program yet. And if there is anything else, please comment!

I just want to thank you guys again for so lovingly putting up with your technical support geek- I’m really proud of our site and the effort you guys have put into it!

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12

01 2010

Jedi Computer Brain Control!

Use the BCI, Ben

Use the BCI, Ben!

Well, it may have been late, but Jaci got me an amazing Christmas gift this year- an Emotiv EPOC Headset! Although it failed to arrive in time for Christmas- it did not fail to impress! Emotiv is a small company and preferred to save money by manufacturing all orders as close to Christmas as possible (and I think it got held up at customs due to the Christmas terrorism plot) .  Jaci had remembered that during a research paper on Brain Computer Interface devices I wrote for an eCommerce class, I had discovered the EPOC and had declared its coolness- so she made a mental note and wallah- a Christmas miracle!

So what is it you might ask? Well I could go into detail about EEG patterns and the “intent impulse” that can be detected by electrodes  and translated into computer events, and the potential for machine learning algorithms to divine differences between different impulses and map them to specific events- but wouldn’t you rather just have me tell you that I can now control my computer with my brain!

The Emotiv EPOC Headset is basically a simple wireless EEG machine that takes readings from specific points around your head. More complicated than that- it translates the data back to your computer and a cognitive control panel tries to determine what you’re thinking- or more specifically, it tries to determine what you are thinking you intend to do. By a training process, the software maps specific EEG readings to specific actions (the basics were push, pull, lift, drop) and then other applications can “listen” for these events much like they “listen” for mouse events when the mouse is moved. The result is that you can control the computer with your brain!

Additionally, the software also maps facial expressions, and has an gyroscope to determine where you are looking at any given time. It can even determine your emotions much the same way a lie detector can! All of these applications together provide a very interesting basis for interacting with the computer in the near future. Even now, Microsoft is developing Natal- controlling a gaming device via gesticulation, so it may not be too far off!

But everyone don’t run out and order the headset first thing after you finish reading- it still has a long way to go. Training myself to think correctly was just as hard as training the computer. This certainly wasn’t a speed of thought interaction! In addition the headset can only determine intent to action- it cannot read your mind, so if you were hoping to unlock that novel you know is up there- it won’t be too good for that! It took a long while for Jaci and I to get it on the first time, there are lots of removable electrodes that have to be wet with saline solution (which is why I’m such a mess in these pictures) and they have to be placed in exactly the right spot, unimpeded  by things like Mohunlall hair! It is still a geek toy- and man what a cool one! (Poor Chumby is jealous!)

Brain Control Device

Ben controls the computer with his brain!

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10

01 2010

Embracing the C

While in Washington (the State), I had a discussion with my family over potentially dropping my first name, as my parents (and consequently the rest of the world) have always called me by my middle name. My parents were against the name drop -they did give me my first name for a reason after all- and so I have decided to join the ranks of F. Scott Fitzgerald and E. Annie Proulx and officially become C. Devi (It’s on my new business cards, that’s what makes the change official).

Now that’s been decided, it is my new goal to embrace the C. In addition to my two concrete New Year’s Resolutions -stop biting my nails and write more blogs- I have three abstract goals for the new year which I have deemed the “3 C’s:” 1) Become more Cultured, be more Culinary, and Contribute more to my community (if Contributive were a word, I would have used it, but it’s not).

Be more Cultured

I am lucky enough to live in a city rife with history, art, events, galleries, museums, artifacts, architecture and all sorts of other culturally uplifting things, but until yesterday, I had not taken advantage of it once in the four months I’ve lived here. School and internships and friends do take up a lot of time. Yesterday, however, I ended my uncultured streak with a trip to the National Portrait Gallery with my sister and a couple of friends. It is amazing how much high school history I have forgotten; names like Cotton Mather, William Henry Harrison and Chester Alan Arthur were all distant memories. I also learned a lot of interesting things at the museum that I could use to trick people into thinking I was an American history buff, such as the fact that the first Bible printed in America was in the Algonquin language. Which begs the question, were Algonquin Indians even literate? I can’t imagine that reading was a useful skill for Native Americans back then. In any case, it is for little tidbits like this that I would like to visit more museums while I am here in the heart of DC.

Be More Culinary

I love to cook, but alas, school and internships and friends again have hampered any culinary conquests more adventurous than pasta, curries from a packet, and fried rice. With all the new kitchen gadgets that I received for Christmas -one slap n chop, a rocket blender, an olive oil mister and 2 slow cookers (one large, one small)-I’d like to start being an adventurous chef again, that is if other people’s diets don’t get in the way of my culinary genius.

Contribute More to my Community

In high school, volunteer work looked good on your college applications. In college, it looked good on your resume. Neither of those matter for me any more, but after living in China where altruism is rarely seen, and after benchmarking Corporate Social Responsibility reports as part of my internship duties for Vz, I’ve come to realize how important social responsibility is. Altruism is a beautiful thing, and I’ve decided that I’ve gone too long without doing anything that didn’t directly help myself. I’m still on the lookout for ways to volunteer my services and skills in the DC area, if you have any good ideas, let me know!

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07

01 2010

Michelle Obama Comes to the Rescue

Compared to many Americans, I do not drive very often. This is due to the fact that in DC there are many incentives for not driving (parking is expensive/unavailable, DC meter maids are the most vigilant in the world, and public transportation is cheap and abundant). Plus, my time in China has led to a strong preference for biking, and any car transportation needs are easily provided by family members. As such, I only drive about once or twice a month, which keeps my driving skills and emergency know-how at a persistently rusty level. This makes any unforeseen car problems all the more difficult for me to handle. Luckily, there are the Michelle Obamas of the world that are there to offer help.

As I was driving back to Maryland from DC today, I stopped at a traffic light as per usual traffic regulations. When the light turned green, I hit the gas to find that my car suddenly wouldn’t move. Confused, I check everything and discover that the car’s engine had inexplicably shut off. Thinking it was a mere stall, I turn the ignition once, twice, thrice…nothing. The ignition was turning, but the engine would not catch…my car was dead in the middle of the road. Cars started to honk behind me (I was in the left lane of a two lane road) and I realized the desperation of my situation. I was by myself, obstructing traffic, and completely unsure of what to do. I decided that since I couldn’t move the car by myself, my best option was to turn on the hazards, call my dad, and sit there pathetically until help arrived. Perhaps if I looked miserable enough, other drivers wouldn’t be so mad that I had created a traffic jam. So, I sat there. After five minutes, a cop pulled up and asked if I had called a tow truck. I told him that my dad had called one, and the cop told me that he had a round to make, but that if I was still there after he made his round, he would help me push the car to the side. Thinking that he was just going to loop around and be back in a few minutes, I waved off a taxi driver who stopped on the other side of the median and asked if I needed help. 10 minutes later, I was still in the middle of the road, when a figure suddenly taps on my window. It was a well dressed, middle-aged African-American woman in high heels and a fur coat. She first asked me if I was okay (which I thought was an interesting, but kind way of inquiring why the heck I was stopped in the middle of the road), and I tell her that I am fine, but the car is not. She then takes command, telling me to put the car in neutral and turn off the parking brake, and without any further ado gets behind the car and begins to push. I might also add that it was freezing cold out with high winds. A passing biker, probably shamed that a middle-age woman in high heels was pushing the car by herself in freezing weather also stopped, and together they got the car off the road. I thanked them profusely, and they both left. At this point, my parents and tow truck were on the way, and I breathed a sigh of relief.

But the altruism of the Michelle Obama look-alike didn’t stop there. Apparently she had gone back to get her car, which meant she was not a passer-by as I had previously thought, but had specifically pulled over to help me out. Then she came back for me, and offered to give me a ride to a Starbucks or the metro station so I wouldn’t have to freeze in the car. Talk about kind-hearted! I was about to take her up on her offer when I got a call from my mom that she and my dad were only 15 minutes away. Thanking the woman, I told her I would be rescued soon, and with a cry of “Happy New Year!” she drove off. If there was such a thing as a New Year’s Fairy, it would be that woman. Thanks again First-Lady-Look-Alike!

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03

01 2010