(So I'd forgotten I'd written this letter to ED and sent it to the PASADENA WEEKLY, but well, this past week it was finally published)
I want single-payer national health care.
When health care “reform” left Washington DC for the summer recess, industry players spent more than $1 million a DAY on advertising to convince us that only they can deliver the health care we need and deserve.
As unemployment climbs, people lose their employer-sponsored health insurance. And if what they said was true, we the people would not have health care that would allow us to be underinsured, without insurance or bankrupt.
In addition to the advertising campaign that our premium dollars buy, we also foot the bill for multimillion-dollar paydays for health care insurance company employees, according to Bill Moyers on his show, “Bill Moyers’ Journal.”
Recently, Moyers said H. Edward Hanway, chairman and CEO of Cigna, the country’s fourth-largest insurance company, has announced his retirement at the end of the year. By then, he will have made $11.4 million.
Mr. Hanway is not alone in reaping benefits sown by our health insurance premium dollars. Mr. Moyers reports, “Ron Williams, the CEO of Aetna Insurance … made more than $17 million last year, [and] John Hammergren, the head of McKesson, the biggest health care company in the world, was [compensated] nearly
$30 million.”
How many of our health care dollars do we lose to support these men as multimillionaires?
Since our health-care dollars are siphoned off for advertising and salaries for executives, we need to consider a few questions.
How many pregnant women could get prenatal care for this money? How many prenatal classes for parents could we have so that maybe the words “we support families” coming from politicians would ring true?
How many kids could have regular physical, dental, visual and emotional check-ups so our medical teams could monitor for abuse, cavities and myopia?
How many people might find the cancer that’s growing within them early enough to have reasonable and effective treatment if our premium dollars didn’t finance executives and TV commercials?
We have a lot to think about.
~STEVI CARROLL, PASADENA
Source: http://pasadenaweekly.com/cms/story/detail/letters/7812/
Pasadena Weekly
10/14/2009
Saturday, October 17, 2009
Sunday, October 11, 2009
Thanks for the memories Pace e Bene
Peace & All Good Indeedy
Glitter Gulch, Sin City, Las Vegas – my home for 26 years. The last weekend in September when I visited the ‘entertainment capital of the world,’ a man chatting me up in the gym asked why I’d left. My reply: I was finished in LV. I realized throughout my stay I miss the people but not the city.
Pace e Bene (PeB) celebrated its 20 anniversary. A long time ago I volunteered in the PeB library filing various newsletters. That job was like surfing the net in hard copy. The article that’s stayed with me discussed how many leaders or former leaders of Israel are/were Holocaust survivors. That piece of information filled in a gap in my thinking about Israel’s government and its actions.
My experience with From Violence to Wholeness happened within a short time of my Gandhi studies: a hand to glove situation. As a non-believer in God in any of her incarnations save the natural world, I find the need to have a spiritual/god figure as the guiding reason for working for justice difficult to understand. How can we organize our behavior by offering it to a being, spirit, force we cannot see? Perhaps people think of this as a ‘gut feeling’ or a ‘heart feeling.’ Of course though, since PeB has Franciscan origins I’d be disappointed if some divine force weren’t involved.
I love being part of a community in which I am lovingly welcomed even after I’ve been gone for a number of years. Leslie, Julia and I reveled in the joy of our quarter of a century of friendship while in pursuit of compassionate justice. We also swapped silver-hair styling tips with KMS blue shampoo, Fructis Shine spray, and Grecian Formula tinting topping the list. We’re cultivating the cool long-time social activists’ look. We were in Andre Agassi territory, and he did once say for Canon Camera “Image is everything.” Seeing, hugging, and talking with everyone once again revealed to me how rich my life has been. Another example of the loving community arrived when Allen remembered me as a person who brought meals to the peace walkers.
When I realized Alain would be at the celebration, I yelped with joy that filled my heart because I’d be seeing “Zee Gray Wolf.” Our ride home from the NV Test Site (NTS) allowed us the time to catch up. Financial Dictatorship – Alain’s idea in process. Our conversation did make me wonder what I’d see if I looked deeply into the ways money worldwide is used , who the main cast of benefiting characters around the world is, and what their connections are. I got a huge kick out of Ken’s rendition of Alain’s ‘I’ll be truly nonviolent 15 minutes after I die.’ What a joy! Speaking of joy, when Ken shows pictures of his new baby daughter he simply vibrates joy.
My first real introduction to Vincent Harding was his interview on KNPR Friday morning of the weekend. Dead air on the radio makes people nervous both in the studio and in the audience. I loved how after the host asked his question, Vincent paused, considered, and then answered. Maybe this approach to having a dialogue would give politicians the time to develop deeper thoughts as they consider, perhaps reconsider, their responses. Talk show hosts and guests could think about this approach, too. President Obama as a brother, uncle, cousin, nephew, son – that’s how Vincent thinks of our president. He believes as family members of a loving family we need to remind Prez O where he comes from so he can continue to blossom along that path and not be overtaken by the weeds of realpolitik. Maybe the Nobel Peace Prize is one of those reminders.
At Saturday night’s yummy dinner, we saw three kids from a community center located in the historic Westside. One guy played drums and all three of them gave oratory. Vincent was also to receive his peacemaker award. I kept thinking about how during the day, he’d discussed his assignment to write our bro/son/etc Barack Obama a letter as a reminder of where his roots burrow into the soil of a more just world. As these boys performed, I thought about how the message from these kids would make a mighty addition to that letter. Powerful ideas.
SUNDAY IN THE DESERT
Even the idea of Predator and Raptor drones flying over Afghanistan, Pakistan, or Iraq to deliver their bombs makes my stomach lurch and my heart ache. On January 23, 2009, Prez O authorized the first drone bombing of Pakistan of his administration. My bumper sticker with the green peace symbol for the ‘O’ in Obama came off my car and into a letter to the Brand New President with a note reminding him of his public promise to Sasha and Melia about the use of USA force in his open letter published in Parade Magazine. I interpreted the message to mean a very definite last resort. Creech (formerly Indian Springs) Air Force Base is creepy. It still looks just like it did before guys sat in rooms at the controls of drones and their bomb activators half way around the world as seen on monitors. I marvel at people who can do this kind of abstract violent destructive work and then return home to their families and a suburban life. I felt good being out in the desert considering the fragile life, plant and animal, that thrives in that harsh environment, and the harsh consequences unleashed by humans in that same desert.
When I go to the NTS, memories of many events meld into a collage that could be called ‘The Dance of Facing One Evil Humans Can Produce and Defend.’ I remember finding Peg and her boys almost at the entrance my first time out there. My girls and I drove right up to the gate, realized it wasn’t the place to meet, turned around, and drove toward the 95 until we spied the clutch of folks on the right standing in the desert. At some point recently, my daughter, Sydney, told my granddaughter, Eris, about our exploits at the NTS. As Eris and I sat on the floor, face to face with her legs wrapped around me, I told her about the December 31, 1999 – January 1, 2000, candlelight procession. I told her I had this conversation with myself: ‘Get arrested? Not get arrested? What to do?’ Then I said I thought about this new little granddaughter I’d just gotten the end of November and how I wanted a more compassionate world for her so ‘Get arrested’ won the night.
I remember the time, probably an Easter season, when Louie was saying Mass. I could hear the Wackenhut guards talking and laughing. I may not be religious but I do know a little Bible. ‘Roman soldiers at the crucifixion,’ popped into my mind. The last two times I’ve been to the NTS, a guard has stood to our left on the other side of the line as we approach, usually beside a sign post. He’s packing two rods, one Velcro-ed to each thigh. The German Shepard is a sobering addition, too.
Code Pink women joined us at Creech, the goddess temple, and the NTS. I am thankful people continue to have a presence on that long lonely stretch of highway. I feel like all of us who work for peace with justice are like iron filings scattered across the country and the globe. Ken once told me to remember we are not alone; others share our work. I wonder when the big magnet will be strong enough to gather us together, united in the solidarity of compassionate humanity. Probably never since fear seems to trump all other emotions, but luckily for us, everybody can use a good hobby. Let’s face it; what’s a hobby if not involvement with our vocations? Pace e bene & peace with justice!
MY BIG THANKS
I was so pleased when Peter told me the Pace e Bene crew agreed to let me show From Hiroshima to Hollywood and Why Not War? I’m thankful some of my pix found new homes. The set up and break down benefited from the ‘many hands make light work’ theory. The guys at Christ Church helped me out with the large wooden easel Myron made for me. Richard stayed late and set up early, cutting the time in half. Anne said seeing so many images together impressed her. A few friends from LV stopped by too. What a joy!
Happy Birthday, Pace e Bene! Many thanks for all I have learned from Rosemary & Klaryte, Louie, Alain, Ken, Leslie, Julia and Peter to skim off the top of my thoughts.
Peace and all good, most def,
Stevi
October 11, 2009
For more information about Pace e Bene, go to paceebene.org
Glitter Gulch, Sin City, Las Vegas – my home for 26 years. The last weekend in September when I visited the ‘entertainment capital of the world,’ a man chatting me up in the gym asked why I’d left. My reply: I was finished in LV. I realized throughout my stay I miss the people but not the city.
Pace e Bene (PeB) celebrated its 20 anniversary. A long time ago I volunteered in the PeB library filing various newsletters. That job was like surfing the net in hard copy. The article that’s stayed with me discussed how many leaders or former leaders of Israel are/were Holocaust survivors. That piece of information filled in a gap in my thinking about Israel’s government and its actions.
My experience with From Violence to Wholeness happened within a short time of my Gandhi studies: a hand to glove situation. As a non-believer in God in any of her incarnations save the natural world, I find the need to have a spiritual/god figure as the guiding reason for working for justice difficult to understand. How can we organize our behavior by offering it to a being, spirit, force we cannot see? Perhaps people think of this as a ‘gut feeling’ or a ‘heart feeling.’ Of course though, since PeB has Franciscan origins I’d be disappointed if some divine force weren’t involved.
I love being part of a community in which I am lovingly welcomed even after I’ve been gone for a number of years. Leslie, Julia and I reveled in the joy of our quarter of a century of friendship while in pursuit of compassionate justice. We also swapped silver-hair styling tips with KMS blue shampoo, Fructis Shine spray, and Grecian Formula tinting topping the list. We’re cultivating the cool long-time social activists’ look. We were in Andre Agassi territory, and he did once say for Canon Camera “Image is everything.” Seeing, hugging, and talking with everyone once again revealed to me how rich my life has been. Another example of the loving community arrived when Allen remembered me as a person who brought meals to the peace walkers.
When I realized Alain would be at the celebration, I yelped with joy that filled my heart because I’d be seeing “Zee Gray Wolf.” Our ride home from the NV Test Site (NTS) allowed us the time to catch up. Financial Dictatorship – Alain’s idea in process. Our conversation did make me wonder what I’d see if I looked deeply into the ways money worldwide is used , who the main cast of benefiting characters around the world is, and what their connections are. I got a huge kick out of Ken’s rendition of Alain’s ‘I’ll be truly nonviolent 15 minutes after I die.’ What a joy! Speaking of joy, when Ken shows pictures of his new baby daughter he simply vibrates joy.
My first real introduction to Vincent Harding was his interview on KNPR Friday morning of the weekend. Dead air on the radio makes people nervous both in the studio and in the audience. I loved how after the host asked his question, Vincent paused, considered, and then answered. Maybe this approach to having a dialogue would give politicians the time to develop deeper thoughts as they consider, perhaps reconsider, their responses. Talk show hosts and guests could think about this approach, too. President Obama as a brother, uncle, cousin, nephew, son – that’s how Vincent thinks of our president. He believes as family members of a loving family we need to remind Prez O where he comes from so he can continue to blossom along that path and not be overtaken by the weeds of realpolitik. Maybe the Nobel Peace Prize is one of those reminders.
At Saturday night’s yummy dinner, we saw three kids from a community center located in the historic Westside. One guy played drums and all three of them gave oratory. Vincent was also to receive his peacemaker award. I kept thinking about how during the day, he’d discussed his assignment to write our bro/son/etc Barack Obama a letter as a reminder of where his roots burrow into the soil of a more just world. As these boys performed, I thought about how the message from these kids would make a mighty addition to that letter. Powerful ideas.
SUNDAY IN THE DESERT
Even the idea of Predator and Raptor drones flying over Afghanistan, Pakistan, or Iraq to deliver their bombs makes my stomach lurch and my heart ache. On January 23, 2009, Prez O authorized the first drone bombing of Pakistan of his administration. My bumper sticker with the green peace symbol for the ‘O’ in Obama came off my car and into a letter to the Brand New President with a note reminding him of his public promise to Sasha and Melia about the use of USA force in his open letter published in Parade Magazine. I interpreted the message to mean a very definite last resort. Creech (formerly Indian Springs) Air Force Base is creepy. It still looks just like it did before guys sat in rooms at the controls of drones and their bomb activators half way around the world as seen on monitors. I marvel at people who can do this kind of abstract violent destructive work and then return home to their families and a suburban life. I felt good being out in the desert considering the fragile life, plant and animal, that thrives in that harsh environment, and the harsh consequences unleashed by humans in that same desert.
When I go to the NTS, memories of many events meld into a collage that could be called ‘The Dance of Facing One Evil Humans Can Produce and Defend.’ I remember finding Peg and her boys almost at the entrance my first time out there. My girls and I drove right up to the gate, realized it wasn’t the place to meet, turned around, and drove toward the 95 until we spied the clutch of folks on the right standing in the desert. At some point recently, my daughter, Sydney, told my granddaughter, Eris, about our exploits at the NTS. As Eris and I sat on the floor, face to face with her legs wrapped around me, I told her about the December 31, 1999 – January 1, 2000, candlelight procession. I told her I had this conversation with myself: ‘Get arrested? Not get arrested? What to do?’ Then I said I thought about this new little granddaughter I’d just gotten the end of November and how I wanted a more compassionate world for her so ‘Get arrested’ won the night.
I remember the time, probably an Easter season, when Louie was saying Mass. I could hear the Wackenhut guards talking and laughing. I may not be religious but I do know a little Bible. ‘Roman soldiers at the crucifixion,’ popped into my mind. The last two times I’ve been to the NTS, a guard has stood to our left on the other side of the line as we approach, usually beside a sign post. He’s packing two rods, one Velcro-ed to each thigh. The German Shepard is a sobering addition, too.
Code Pink women joined us at Creech, the goddess temple, and the NTS. I am thankful people continue to have a presence on that long lonely stretch of highway. I feel like all of us who work for peace with justice are like iron filings scattered across the country and the globe. Ken once told me to remember we are not alone; others share our work. I wonder when the big magnet will be strong enough to gather us together, united in the solidarity of compassionate humanity. Probably never since fear seems to trump all other emotions, but luckily for us, everybody can use a good hobby. Let’s face it; what’s a hobby if not involvement with our vocations? Pace e bene & peace with justice!
MY BIG THANKS
I was so pleased when Peter told me the Pace e Bene crew agreed to let me show From Hiroshima to Hollywood and Why Not War? I’m thankful some of my pix found new homes. The set up and break down benefited from the ‘many hands make light work’ theory. The guys at Christ Church helped me out with the large wooden easel Myron made for me. Richard stayed late and set up early, cutting the time in half. Anne said seeing so many images together impressed her. A few friends from LV stopped by too. What a joy!
Happy Birthday, Pace e Bene! Many thanks for all I have learned from Rosemary & Klaryte, Louie, Alain, Ken, Leslie, Julia and Peter to skim off the top of my thoughts.
Peace and all good, most def,
Stevi
October 11, 2009
For more information about Pace e Bene, go to paceebene.org
Friday, October 2, 2009
A billion here - a billion there - bonus bucks bloom
It's always good to know where our money goes and what we're up to so here are a couple of little articles from this morning's (10/2/09) local rag. And of course I wonder how many of us even know we've had 33 million gallons of radioactive salt waste stored somewhere. Not me.
PASADENA
Parsons completes facility foundation
Parsons Corp. is pleased to announce that it has completed the foundation of the Salt Waste Processing Facility at the Savannah River site in Aiken, South Carolina.
The facility is essential to disposing of approximately 33 million gallons of radioactive salt waste stored at the site, vitrifying radioactive liquid waste at the Defense Waste Processing Facility, and closing SRS tank farms.
The foundation is a highly critical portion of the facility, designed to enable the structure to withstand natural disasters, including a powerful earthquake. Concrete pouring began in January and continued until this month
"Parsons is proud to work with the DOE on this important program," said Tom Roell, current president of Parsons Infrastructure & Technology Group who took on the newly created position of group executive for operations and risk.
WASHINGTON
Northrop gets $3.8B Air Force deal
Northrop Grumman Corp. beat out rival Boeing Co. for a $3.8 billion deal to provide logistics services for the KC-10, a fleet of aerial refueling tankers, the Pentagon said late Thursday.
U.S. plane maker Boeing, based in Chicago, builds the KC-10 and currently holds the current service contract for the plane, which is set to expire in January.
A Boeing spokesman was not immediately available to comment.
Pasadena Star-News 10/2/09
Source: http://www.pasadenastarnews.com/ci_13463418
PASADENA
Parsons completes facility foundation
Parsons Corp. is pleased to announce that it has completed the foundation of the Salt Waste Processing Facility at the Savannah River site in Aiken, South Carolina.
The facility is essential to disposing of approximately 33 million gallons of radioactive salt waste stored at the site, vitrifying radioactive liquid waste at the Defense Waste Processing Facility, and closing SRS tank farms.
The foundation is a highly critical portion of the facility, designed to enable the structure to withstand natural disasters, including a powerful earthquake. Concrete pouring began in January and continued until this month
"Parsons is proud to work with the DOE on this important program," said Tom Roell, current president of Parsons Infrastructure & Technology Group who took on the newly created position of group executive for operations and risk.
WASHINGTON
Northrop gets $3.8B Air Force deal
Northrop Grumman Corp. beat out rival Boeing Co. for a $3.8 billion deal to provide logistics services for the KC-10, a fleet of aerial refueling tankers, the Pentagon said late Thursday.
U.S. plane maker Boeing, based in Chicago, builds the KC-10 and currently holds the current service contract for the plane, which is set to expire in January.
A Boeing spokesman was not immediately available to comment.
Pasadena Star-News 10/2/09
Source: http://www.pasadenastarnews.com/ci_13463418
Monday, September 14, 2009
Why read?
My friend, Davin, has a literary blog. He is a wonderful writer and has other writer friends who contribute to this blog: http://literarylab.blogspot.com/. Not only are Davin and his friends interested in writing but are also interested in reading. The following explains my thoughts about me and reading.
Davin asked me to write about why I read books. In a spirit of full disclosure (isn’t transparency all the rage these days?), I have to admit that until I was around 12 or 13, all I read were comic books, Archie and Veronica (see Sherman Alexie’s TONTO AND THE LONE RANGER FISTFIGHT IN HEAVEN to see how those characters can be used), Little Dot, and Richie Rich are a few I remember now. Sixth grade brought the Oz books to me, and I ate them up like candy, but they were better for my teeth. I spent seventh grade in Jeffery City, Wyoming, a mining town of 24 houses, around 100 trailers and a bunkhouse. I presently have a library larger and more diverse than the loaning library housed in a small room in the Quonset hut that also served as the movie theater, hair salon, dance studio for ballroom dancing for the teenagers, and church, Catholic Mass on Monday evenings. I was a little light on the reading that year. I lived in a larger town for eighth grade, and I don’t remember if St. Joseph’s School had a library or not. I did not venture into any public library that might have been available, but to help me pass the summer in another new town, my father loaned me his copy of James Michener’s HAWAII, and by the time I stepped into St. Joseph’s in the fall, I’d finished it. HAWAII was my first ‘grown-up’ book, and I still have that copy. Then the big switcheroo happened. My family moved to Redwood City, California, on the San Francisco Peninsula, and there I found a real public library. Whoa! Years after my first pass through those library doors, I wandered in and saw a book called HOW TO CHANGE YOUR OWN LAST NAME. That was my magical ticket to the last name I now have.
Another full disclosure: I’m white. When I was in second grade, my family lived in Grand Junction, Colorado. Uranium was a hot item lighting up defense contracts, and Grand Junction was part of the Southwest USA’s mining business. For some reason, two Negro girls were in my class. One chilly day, we were lined up around the classroom in front of the radiators when one of the girls admitted she had to go to the toilet and asked permission to leave the room. The teacher said no and the girl urinated on herself. My skull crawled with discomfort. Around that same time I think I may have told my father not say ‘nigger’ in our house anymore. I might have made that up because I wanted to say that. Moab, Utah, another uranium town with both a mine some place outside of town and a mill just across the Colorado River, is where I spent third, fourth and fifth grades. One over-90-degree summer afternoon, a cattle truck pulled up the dusty downtown street as my mother and I stood waiting to cross it. When I saw Navajo women disembark from the back of the truck dressed in heavy skirts and thick velvet blouses, looking hot and dusty, I asked my mother why these women, a number of men, and a bunch of kids rode into town in the back of a cattle truck. As I recall, she said, “They like it like that.” To me they looked hot and sticky; she might have been right. Right? The bed of a hot dusty cattle truck for miles across the desert. I really wondered about that. During eighth grade in Rawlins, Wyoming, and St. Joseph’s School, I got to see white superiority and Latino inferiority, except for the kid called Speedy Gonzales who was a really versatile athlete. As I said before, ninth grade took me to the Bay Area so for the first time in school I got to see real Black/White separation with the kids from East Palo Alto hanging together, except for the athletes, pretty much away from the White kids and vice versa, or rarely the twain should meet. One of the first books I remember checking out of the Redwood City Public Library is MAN’S MOST DANGEROUS MYTH: THE FALLACY OF RACE by Ashley Montagu. Books not only entertain me, they also explain what I observe and wonder about.
Topics other than race have interested me over the years. The Holocaust threaded its way through my pleasure reading a long time. The Vietnam War era held some sway with my reading for a while. Nuclear weapons have had their moment to be held close to my heart of reading. Murder mysteries have helped me see the bad guys get theirs, especially helpful when I would like someone or a few people removed for their perceived misdeeds. I’m always happy when I see timely topics lived out in novels.
I think it was November when the school district I taught in celebrated National Education Week. If it’s national, I guess it wasn’t just my school district. I’d bring in a number of books that have helped me become the person I am today. I’d take in different kinds of books from HAWAII to this transactional analysis book I credit with saving my life to BETWEEN PARENT AND CHILD to THE PROPHET. Often, my youngsters would be impressed by the sheer number of books I’d read. When I’d tell them I’d read EVEN more books than those, whoa, big geek points for me.
I love the ways authors craft sentences. Although I do not remember the exact quote, I do remember that in A ROOM OF ONE’S OWN, Virginia Wolf uses a woman’s flowing hair to describe the flowing branches of a weeping willow. Elizabeth George is such a card in CARELESS IN RED. I listen to books as well as read them. CARELESS is a CD book. As I drove in to the gym parking lot, EG via her book was talking about how thin a medical examiner was by saying, “as thin as a spinster’s hopes for marriage.” Thirty years ago I would have wanted to rip her stomach out (nonviolently of course) and feed it to her, but recently? I sat in my car laughing for a minute or two. Maybe BEING PEACE by Thich Nhat Hanh helped with my transformation; I know that book helped me not take teenage snottiness personally.
I usually have a book or magazine with me. I never know when I might have to wait for a few minutes and what better way to pass my time than reading a passage or two or perhaps a poem or part of a news article. Books slow me down. One of my favorite times of day is when I go to bed. I warm up some milk, brush my teeth, put on my jammies, and snuggle in with a book. I might get two pages read or four, but no matter how many I read, I know when my eyelids get droopy, I can close my book, shut off the light, and have a restful sleep.
Davin asked me to write about why I read books. In a spirit of full disclosure (isn’t transparency all the rage these days?), I have to admit that until I was around 12 or 13, all I read were comic books, Archie and Veronica (see Sherman Alexie’s TONTO AND THE LONE RANGER FISTFIGHT IN HEAVEN to see how those characters can be used), Little Dot, and Richie Rich are a few I remember now. Sixth grade brought the Oz books to me, and I ate them up like candy, but they were better for my teeth. I spent seventh grade in Jeffery City, Wyoming, a mining town of 24 houses, around 100 trailers and a bunkhouse. I presently have a library larger and more diverse than the loaning library housed in a small room in the Quonset hut that also served as the movie theater, hair salon, dance studio for ballroom dancing for the teenagers, and church, Catholic Mass on Monday evenings. I was a little light on the reading that year. I lived in a larger town for eighth grade, and I don’t remember if St. Joseph’s School had a library or not. I did not venture into any public library that might have been available, but to help me pass the summer in another new town, my father loaned me his copy of James Michener’s HAWAII, and by the time I stepped into St. Joseph’s in the fall, I’d finished it. HAWAII was my first ‘grown-up’ book, and I still have that copy. Then the big switcheroo happened. My family moved to Redwood City, California, on the San Francisco Peninsula, and there I found a real public library. Whoa! Years after my first pass through those library doors, I wandered in and saw a book called HOW TO CHANGE YOUR OWN LAST NAME. That was my magical ticket to the last name I now have.
Another full disclosure: I’m white. When I was in second grade, my family lived in Grand Junction, Colorado. Uranium was a hot item lighting up defense contracts, and Grand Junction was part of the Southwest USA’s mining business. For some reason, two Negro girls were in my class. One chilly day, we were lined up around the classroom in front of the radiators when one of the girls admitted she had to go to the toilet and asked permission to leave the room. The teacher said no and the girl urinated on herself. My skull crawled with discomfort. Around that same time I think I may have told my father not say ‘nigger’ in our house anymore. I might have made that up because I wanted to say that. Moab, Utah, another uranium town with both a mine some place outside of town and a mill just across the Colorado River, is where I spent third, fourth and fifth grades. One over-90-degree summer afternoon, a cattle truck pulled up the dusty downtown street as my mother and I stood waiting to cross it. When I saw Navajo women disembark from the back of the truck dressed in heavy skirts and thick velvet blouses, looking hot and dusty, I asked my mother why these women, a number of men, and a bunch of kids rode into town in the back of a cattle truck. As I recall, she said, “They like it like that.” To me they looked hot and sticky; she might have been right. Right? The bed of a hot dusty cattle truck for miles across the desert. I really wondered about that. During eighth grade in Rawlins, Wyoming, and St. Joseph’s School, I got to see white superiority and Latino inferiority, except for the kid called Speedy Gonzales who was a really versatile athlete. As I said before, ninth grade took me to the Bay Area so for the first time in school I got to see real Black/White separation with the kids from East Palo Alto hanging together, except for the athletes, pretty much away from the White kids and vice versa, or rarely the twain should meet. One of the first books I remember checking out of the Redwood City Public Library is MAN’S MOST DANGEROUS MYTH: THE FALLACY OF RACE by Ashley Montagu. Books not only entertain me, they also explain what I observe and wonder about.
Topics other than race have interested me over the years. The Holocaust threaded its way through my pleasure reading a long time. The Vietnam War era held some sway with my reading for a while. Nuclear weapons have had their moment to be held close to my heart of reading. Murder mysteries have helped me see the bad guys get theirs, especially helpful when I would like someone or a few people removed for their perceived misdeeds. I’m always happy when I see timely topics lived out in novels.
I think it was November when the school district I taught in celebrated National Education Week. If it’s national, I guess it wasn’t just my school district. I’d bring in a number of books that have helped me become the person I am today. I’d take in different kinds of books from HAWAII to this transactional analysis book I credit with saving my life to BETWEEN PARENT AND CHILD to THE PROPHET. Often, my youngsters would be impressed by the sheer number of books I’d read. When I’d tell them I’d read EVEN more books than those, whoa, big geek points for me.
I love the ways authors craft sentences. Although I do not remember the exact quote, I do remember that in A ROOM OF ONE’S OWN, Virginia Wolf uses a woman’s flowing hair to describe the flowing branches of a weeping willow. Elizabeth George is such a card in CARELESS IN RED. I listen to books as well as read them. CARELESS is a CD book. As I drove in to the gym parking lot, EG via her book was talking about how thin a medical examiner was by saying, “as thin as a spinster’s hopes for marriage.” Thirty years ago I would have wanted to rip her stomach out (nonviolently of course) and feed it to her, but recently? I sat in my car laughing for a minute or two. Maybe BEING PEACE by Thich Nhat Hanh helped with my transformation; I know that book helped me not take teenage snottiness personally.
I usually have a book or magazine with me. I never know when I might have to wait for a few minutes and what better way to pass my time than reading a passage or two or perhaps a poem or part of a news article. Books slow me down. One of my favorite times of day is when I go to bed. I warm up some milk, brush my teeth, put on my jammies, and snuggle in with a book. I might get two pages read or four, but no matter how many I read, I know when my eyelids get droopy, I can close my book, shut off the light, and have a restful sleep.
Call to Action
As I've said before, I am a Chris Hedges groupie. Below is the beginning of his recent article posted at truthdig.com. He does seem to be taking our national situation to a dire destination but not an impossible one.
Chris Hedges' Columns
Stop Begging Obama to Be Obama and Get Mad
Posted on Sep 14, 2009
By Chris Hedges
The right-wing accusations against Barack Obama are true. He is a socialist, although he practices socialism for corporations. He is squandering the country’s future with deficits that can never be repaid. He has retained and even bolstered our surveillance state to spy on Americans. He is forcing us to buy into a health care system that will enrich corporations and expand the abuse of our for-profit medical care. He will not stanch unemployment. He will not end our wars. He will not rebuild the nation. He is a tool of the corporate state.
To read the entire article, go to
Source: http://www.truthdig.com/report/item/20090914_stop_begging_obama_to_be_obama_and_get_mad/
Chris Hedges' Columns
Stop Begging Obama to Be Obama and Get Mad
Posted on Sep 14, 2009
By Chris Hedges
The right-wing accusations against Barack Obama are true. He is a socialist, although he practices socialism for corporations. He is squandering the country’s future with deficits that can never be repaid. He has retained and even bolstered our surveillance state to spy on Americans. He is forcing us to buy into a health care system that will enrich corporations and expand the abuse of our for-profit medical care. He will not stanch unemployment. He will not end our wars. He will not rebuild the nation. He is a tool of the corporate state.
To read the entire article, go to
Source: http://www.truthdig.com/report/item/20090914_stop_begging_obama_to_be_obama_and_get_mad/
Thursday, September 10, 2009
“What we got here is... failure to communicate.” from Cool Hand Luke
“President Obama was halfway through his speech, trying to dispel what he called "bogus claims spread by those whose only agenda is to kill reform." Then he ran into Rep. Joe Wilson's agenda for the night. His plan would not insure illegal immigrants, said Obama. ‘You lie!’ rang out in the chamber.”
(Source: http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2009/09/09/AR2009090903585.html)
What a difference a day makes. Just Tuesday, our brothers and sisters on the Right were railing against Prez O’s welcome-back to school speech. And then with a full assemblage of Congress, the Prez had the audacity to think he could dispel the half-truths and outright lies about healthcare reform that have worked people up into outrage and fear. Fortunately for all Americans and anyone else in the world who watched, heard or read about the speech throughout the world, we all now know: President Obama is a liar. Let’s look at the bold lies he told our children on Tuesday, or at least those who got to hear what he had to say in those schools that were not cowed by the ‘patriots’ who demanded censorship.
“I'm here because I want to talk with you about your education and what's expected of all of you in this new school year.”*
Almost from the get go he’s setting the stage for his ‘socialist’ agenda. I can see it in those words “what’s expected of all of you.” Anyone who has followed the education debate over the past 30 years knows who and what we expect to be responsible for education and where the problems in education lie: the parents, the school buildings themselves, the teachers, and, as nefarious as they are, the teachers’ unions. But expectations of the youngsters themselves?
For over 25 years I taught in public secondary school. Every year I knew I would be the problem in my classroom. If I just cared more. If I were just smarter. If I just had more interesting lessons. If I just devoted more time to my job. If I just, well, could simply fill my room with knowledge the kids could absorb without effort, thought or involvement, then maybe the measurable outcomes would be better.
“But at the end of the day, we can have the most dedicated teachers, the most supportive parents, and the best schools in the world - and none of it will matter unless all of you fulfill your responsibilities. Unless you show up to those schools; pay attention to those teachers; listen to your parents, grandparents and other adults; and put in the hard work it takes to succeed.
And that's what I want to focus on today: the responsibility each of you has for your education.”
Wait just a minute here. Prez O wants our kids to be responsible for being the active ingredient in their education? How can this be? Is he telling our kids that their primary job as kids is to be students and to work HARD at that job?
In closing his speech he told our kids “So today, I want to ask you, what's your contribution going to be? What problems are you going to solve? What discoveries will you make? What will a president who comes here in twenty or fifty or one hundred years say about what all of you did for this country?
Your families, your teachers, and I are doing everything we can to make sure you have the education you need to answer these questions. I'm working hard to fix up your classrooms and get you the books, equipment and computers you need to learn. But you've got to do your part too. So I expect you to get serious this year. I expect you to put your best effort into everything you do. I expect great things from each of you. So don't let us down - don't let your family or your country or yourself down.”
Ah ha! There it is! “So don’t let us down…your country.” Here must be where he’s telling the kids to pledge the blind allegiance to his socialist agenda that one commenter of his speech blogged
“THE GOVT. IS IN TYRANNY AND ANYONE WHO SUPPORTS OBAMA EITHER SUPPORT HIS SOCIALIST POLICIES OR WATCH TOO MUCH LIBERAL NEWS, WHICH WOULD EXPLAIN WHY THEY ARE MISINFORMED OR UNINFORMED. THEY DO NOT GIVE A SHIT ABOUT THE CONSTITUTION OR THE WELFARE OF THE COUNTRY, JUST THAT A 'COOL' PREZ IS IN OFFICE. WHAT DOLTS, WHO REFUSE TO RESEARCH WHAT HE AND LIBERAL CONGRESS IS DOING EVEN TO THEM. LIBERALS ARE LIKE REBELLIOUS TEENS WHO DO NOT COMPREHEND ANYTHING EXCEPT THEIR OWN GREED. THEY WHINE WHEN STUNG WITH THE TRUTH AND SPREAD PROPAGANDA. AMERICA WILL NEVER BOW DOWN TO ANY PREZ FOR THEY SERVE US, NOT THE OTHER WAY AROUND. “ (source: http://blogs.wsj.com/washwire/2009/09/07/obamas-long-awaited-back-to-school-speech/tab/comments/)
I think all caps mean someone is screaming so this person is one of those screamers who thinks that by talking loudly his or her ideas will be heard better. Hmmm.
So Prez O told the kids to do well in school. To take their job as students seriously, maybe even as seriously as they take the clothes they wear, the hairdos they adopt, the music they listen to, the video games they play. What right does he have to do that? I mean he is only the articulate, intelligent, commander-in-chief, president of the United States and leader of the free world. What would he know? And to call out those kids to do their best. Outrageous. What a thought.
Oops I think I’ve heard something like this when another one of the liberal, self-serving, socialist, greedy Democrats already walk down that path as he said
“And so, my fellow Americans, ask not what your country can do for you; ask what you can do for your country. My fellow citizens of the world, ask not what America will do for you, but what, together, we can do for the freedom of man.”
John F Kennedy’s inauguration in Washington on January 20 1961 (source: http://www.guardian.co.uk/theguardian/2007/apr/22/greatspeeches)
I can see how these ideas can get someone’s knickers twisted, especially since we have now an entire generation who has ‘known’ that government is the problem and the private sector is our savior, or as the movie WALLSTREET taught us, “Greed is good.”
Prez O should be commended for his speech to our, yes they are OUR, children. His mother was a single mother and he not only graduated from high school but also from college, and he did it through hard work. His wife, Michelle, is in the first generation in her family to graduate from college, and she too did it through hard work. He told our children “Every single one of you has something to offer. And you have a responsibility to yourself to discover what that is. That's the opportunity an education can provide.” I don’t think he meant for them to discover destructive behavior for themselves or others whom they come across, but rather paths that will bring them income as well as satisfaction. Our children must realize they ARE the most important ingredient in their education. They possess the raw material, their active and engaged minds, to maximize their understanding of the vast information available.
What our children too often see is what I call the Jerry Springer mode of discourse and civics. In one of my psychology classes we were discussing Freud. As we talked about the ideas and insights he’d written and the thoughts that had grown out of his work, one of the young women said, “Yeah, so who’s Freud? It’s just his opinion.” At that moment, I realized how pervasive trivialization had become, at least for her, and perhaps for others who are steeped in our slam-bam culture.
I know many of my brothers and sisters in the United States are concerned about our country. I am, however, concerned about our inability to consider deeply what it is we believe and why we believe it. I think we now simply think that it’s our option and well, all options are equal in their validity. I would suggest that is not true, and all the screaming in the world will not make it true. Many years ago, I read a book called The Gift of Fear by Gavin De Becker. The only thing I remember from it is that we get all twisted by ‘false’ fears, the murderous stranger always lurking for example, and miss the really important problems that beseech us, like say our aging infrastructure or climate change. I see the current obstructionist talking over one another in interviews and screaming at public meetings to be fueling false fears. What we end up with is ‘a failure to communicate.
source for all Prez O’s speech quotes: http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2009/09/07/obama-speech-to-schoolchi_n_278763.html
(Source: http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2009/09/09/AR2009090903585.html)
What a difference a day makes. Just Tuesday, our brothers and sisters on the Right were railing against Prez O’s welcome-back to school speech. And then with a full assemblage of Congress, the Prez had the audacity to think he could dispel the half-truths and outright lies about healthcare reform that have worked people up into outrage and fear. Fortunately for all Americans and anyone else in the world who watched, heard or read about the speech throughout the world, we all now know: President Obama is a liar. Let’s look at the bold lies he told our children on Tuesday, or at least those who got to hear what he had to say in those schools that were not cowed by the ‘patriots’ who demanded censorship.
“I'm here because I want to talk with you about your education and what's expected of all of you in this new school year.”*
Almost from the get go he’s setting the stage for his ‘socialist’ agenda. I can see it in those words “what’s expected of all of you.” Anyone who has followed the education debate over the past 30 years knows who and what we expect to be responsible for education and where the problems in education lie: the parents, the school buildings themselves, the teachers, and, as nefarious as they are, the teachers’ unions. But expectations of the youngsters themselves?
For over 25 years I taught in public secondary school. Every year I knew I would be the problem in my classroom. If I just cared more. If I were just smarter. If I just had more interesting lessons. If I just devoted more time to my job. If I just, well, could simply fill my room with knowledge the kids could absorb without effort, thought or involvement, then maybe the measurable outcomes would be better.
“But at the end of the day, we can have the most dedicated teachers, the most supportive parents, and the best schools in the world - and none of it will matter unless all of you fulfill your responsibilities. Unless you show up to those schools; pay attention to those teachers; listen to your parents, grandparents and other adults; and put in the hard work it takes to succeed.
And that's what I want to focus on today: the responsibility each of you has for your education.”
Wait just a minute here. Prez O wants our kids to be responsible for being the active ingredient in their education? How can this be? Is he telling our kids that their primary job as kids is to be students and to work HARD at that job?
In closing his speech he told our kids “So today, I want to ask you, what's your contribution going to be? What problems are you going to solve? What discoveries will you make? What will a president who comes here in twenty or fifty or one hundred years say about what all of you did for this country?
Your families, your teachers, and I are doing everything we can to make sure you have the education you need to answer these questions. I'm working hard to fix up your classrooms and get you the books, equipment and computers you need to learn. But you've got to do your part too. So I expect you to get serious this year. I expect you to put your best effort into everything you do. I expect great things from each of you. So don't let us down - don't let your family or your country or yourself down.”
Ah ha! There it is! “So don’t let us down…your country.” Here must be where he’s telling the kids to pledge the blind allegiance to his socialist agenda that one commenter of his speech blogged
“THE GOVT. IS IN TYRANNY AND ANYONE WHO SUPPORTS OBAMA EITHER SUPPORT HIS SOCIALIST POLICIES OR WATCH TOO MUCH LIBERAL NEWS, WHICH WOULD EXPLAIN WHY THEY ARE MISINFORMED OR UNINFORMED. THEY DO NOT GIVE A SHIT ABOUT THE CONSTITUTION OR THE WELFARE OF THE COUNTRY, JUST THAT A 'COOL' PREZ IS IN OFFICE. WHAT DOLTS, WHO REFUSE TO RESEARCH WHAT HE AND LIBERAL CONGRESS IS DOING EVEN TO THEM. LIBERALS ARE LIKE REBELLIOUS TEENS WHO DO NOT COMPREHEND ANYTHING EXCEPT THEIR OWN GREED. THEY WHINE WHEN STUNG WITH THE TRUTH AND SPREAD PROPAGANDA. AMERICA WILL NEVER BOW DOWN TO ANY PREZ FOR THEY SERVE US, NOT THE OTHER WAY AROUND. “ (source: http://blogs.wsj.com/washwire/2009/09/07/obamas-long-awaited-back-to-school-speech/tab/comments/)
I think all caps mean someone is screaming so this person is one of those screamers who thinks that by talking loudly his or her ideas will be heard better. Hmmm.
So Prez O told the kids to do well in school. To take their job as students seriously, maybe even as seriously as they take the clothes they wear, the hairdos they adopt, the music they listen to, the video games they play. What right does he have to do that? I mean he is only the articulate, intelligent, commander-in-chief, president of the United States and leader of the free world. What would he know? And to call out those kids to do their best. Outrageous. What a thought.
Oops I think I’ve heard something like this when another one of the liberal, self-serving, socialist, greedy Democrats already walk down that path as he said
“And so, my fellow Americans, ask not what your country can do for you; ask what you can do for your country. My fellow citizens of the world, ask not what America will do for you, but what, together, we can do for the freedom of man.”
John F Kennedy’s inauguration in Washington on January 20 1961 (source: http://www.guardian.co.uk/theguardian/2007/apr/22/greatspeeches)
I can see how these ideas can get someone’s knickers twisted, especially since we have now an entire generation who has ‘known’ that government is the problem and the private sector is our savior, or as the movie WALLSTREET taught us, “Greed is good.”
Prez O should be commended for his speech to our, yes they are OUR, children. His mother was a single mother and he not only graduated from high school but also from college, and he did it through hard work. His wife, Michelle, is in the first generation in her family to graduate from college, and she too did it through hard work. He told our children “Every single one of you has something to offer. And you have a responsibility to yourself to discover what that is. That's the opportunity an education can provide.” I don’t think he meant for them to discover destructive behavior for themselves or others whom they come across, but rather paths that will bring them income as well as satisfaction. Our children must realize they ARE the most important ingredient in their education. They possess the raw material, their active and engaged minds, to maximize their understanding of the vast information available.
What our children too often see is what I call the Jerry Springer mode of discourse and civics. In one of my psychology classes we were discussing Freud. As we talked about the ideas and insights he’d written and the thoughts that had grown out of his work, one of the young women said, “Yeah, so who’s Freud? It’s just his opinion.” At that moment, I realized how pervasive trivialization had become, at least for her, and perhaps for others who are steeped in our slam-bam culture.
I know many of my brothers and sisters in the United States are concerned about our country. I am, however, concerned about our inability to consider deeply what it is we believe and why we believe it. I think we now simply think that it’s our option and well, all options are equal in their validity. I would suggest that is not true, and all the screaming in the world will not make it true. Many years ago, I read a book called The Gift of Fear by Gavin De Becker. The only thing I remember from it is that we get all twisted by ‘false’ fears, the murderous stranger always lurking for example, and miss the really important problems that beseech us, like say our aging infrastructure or climate change. I see the current obstructionist talking over one another in interviews and screaming at public meetings to be fueling false fears. What we end up with is ‘a failure to communicate.
source for all Prez O’s speech quotes: http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2009/09/07/obama-speech-to-schoolchi_n_278763.html
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
Local defense contract
PASADENA
Jacobs secures contract option
Jacobs Engineering Group Inc. announced Tuesday that it received the third of four one-year options on a contract for the U.S. Air Force Air Armament Center (AAC) at Eglin Air Force Base, Fla., and other locations.
The option year, which begins Oct. 1, has a potential value of $98.1 million. At award in December 2006, the contract had a potential value of $495 million over a five-year period, which includes a one-year base and four one-year options.
Jacobs provides technical and engineering acquisition support for weapons systems development and testing for the AAC. This includes systems engineering and integration support for conventional and non-conventional air-launched weapons systems; test and training range systems; and numerous air combat support systems. Jacobs has supported the Air Force on this program since its inception in 1986.
Source: http://www.pasadenastarnews.com/ci_13291775
For a longer article on this subject go to: http://www.sunherald.com/448/story/1589531.html
Jacobs secures contract option
Jacobs Engineering Group Inc. announced Tuesday that it received the third of four one-year options on a contract for the U.S. Air Force Air Armament Center (AAC) at Eglin Air Force Base, Fla., and other locations.
The option year, which begins Oct. 1, has a potential value of $98.1 million. At award in December 2006, the contract had a potential value of $495 million over a five-year period, which includes a one-year base and four one-year options.
Jacobs provides technical and engineering acquisition support for weapons systems development and testing for the AAC. This includes systems engineering and integration support for conventional and non-conventional air-launched weapons systems; test and training range systems; and numerous air combat support systems. Jacobs has supported the Air Force on this program since its inception in 1986.
Source: http://www.pasadenastarnews.com/ci_13291775
For a longer article on this subject go to: http://www.sunherald.com/448/story/1589531.html
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