"Heretic, Rebel, a Thing to Flout"

An Eclectic Journal of Opinion, Poetry, and General Bloviating


WOODSTOCK VIGIL TO MARK 6th ANNIVERSARY OF IRAQ WAR
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The sixth anniversary of the beginning of the War in Iraq will be commemorated with a vigil on Thursday, March 19 at 7 PM at the Congregational Unitarian Church at the corner of Dean and South Streets in Woodstock.

 

The vigil will recognize all of the victims of the war, American and Iraqi, military and civilian.  Participants will gather outside the church on the corner to stand witness the ongoing war, now the longest conflict in American history.

 

The vigil is sponsored by the McHenry County Peace Coalition, the Peace and Justice Committee of the Congregational Unitarian Church, Pax Cristi, the Student Peace Action Network at McHenry County College.

 

For more information call the church at 815 338-0731.

 


NEW PEACE COALITION OFFERS TWO PROGRAMS--The Death Penalty and the War in Gaza
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The McHenry County Peace Coalition is a successor to the former McHenry County Peace Group, which succumbed to exhaustion last year after nearly five year of fervent activity to advance the cause of peace and end the war in Iraq.  After taking a deep breath many of the tireless activists who so long kept up the good fight, united with other peace advocates and members of the Congregational Unitarian Church’s peace group and are back doing what they do best.

 

This Thursday members will roll out two, count them two, first class educational programs.  Take your pick.  You can’t go wrong.

 



Jeremy Schroeder, the executive director of the Illinois Coalition to Abolish the Death Penalty will be talking about the status of the death penalty moratorium, at a meeting hosted by the Coalition on February 12, 7:00 PM at the Congregational Unitarian Church, 221 Dean Street, Woodstock.

 

The Illinois Coalition to Abolish the Death Penalty is a grassroots membership organization committed to educating the public about the flaws and injustices in the Illinois capital punishment system and promoting humane alternatives to the punitive death penalty system.

 

The program is free and open to the public.

 

For more information call the church at 815 338-0731.


Todd Culp, PhD

Meanwhile, down the road at McHenry County College, the Coalition will join forces with a new MCC Student Peace Action Network to revive the popular Current American Issues public forum series.

 

On Thursday, February 12 at 7 PM in Room B177C they will present The Road to Gaza:  How Did We Get Here?

 

Dr. Todd Culp will be the featured speaker.  Culp teaches History and Political Science at MCC and holds a PhD in Political Science with intensive study in political violence, terrorism, and insurgency. 

 

Culp’s work for reconciliation between the Israelis and the Palestinians includes developing and leading study groups throughout the Middle East where he joins local organizations working to bring Israelis and Palestinians together and creating enduring friendships.  He organized and raised funds for a construction project, leading a group of volunteer builders from the Rockford community to assist in building an interfaith college in January 2009.  While there he became an eyewitness to the devastating results of the on-going conflict. He will discuss the current situation and analyze the key events leading up to the Gaza War.

 

The program is free and open to the public

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THE FIGHT—A Peace Testimony
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Carey Junior High School in Cheyenne has absorbed Eastridge Elementary, which was attached to the Junior High School and shared a cafeteria in 1960, the year the saga below transpired.  The football field was well behind both schools.

 

This Sunday I am invited to be part of a Panel for Peace at a special service at the Congregational Unitarian Church in Woodstock.  Other panel members were asked to speak aboutpeace not the death penalty, peace not violence in the home, and inner peace.”  As a long time activist, I was asked to speak about “peace not war.”  I could hardly imagine saying anything the congregation had not heard a thousand times.  I asked for guidance.  Did they want me to give personal testimony, lay out a scholarly analysis, give a ringing call to action? However you want to do it, I was helpfully told.  I stared at the blank page on my computer screen for what seemed like hours until a crystal clear memory emerged from the fog.  I began typing.  Here is what I typed and what the Congregation will hear.

 

I pretty much defined the word “dork.”  That was the preferred term, way back when, for guys who would now be called nerds or geeks.  Back in the sixth grade at Eastridge Elementary School in Cheyenne, Wyoming, I was the pasty, pudgy kid with the cowlick and thick horn-rim glasses.  A bookish kid with an irritating know-it-all attitude, I favored plaid shirts with—no kidding—pocket protectors and an assortment of leaking pens.  And I stuffed that cowlick under a grey, broad-brimmed hat pinned up on one side with an Army insignia stolen from my Dad’s World War II uniform, an homage to my personal hero, Theodore Roosevelt.  I told you I was a dork.

 

Then, as now, dorks have few friends.  In fact in school I had exactly zero friends.  I irritated just about everyone, including my teachers, mostly because I just would not shut up.  Despite being kind of a large oaf, I naturally got picked on—a lot—on the playground. Teachers, who thought I was pretty much getting what I deserved anyway, made a point of being occupied elsewhere when I was getting my face washed with gravely snow, being tied up with the girls’ jump ropes, or having my pants pulled down.

 

I dealt with it by reading a lot, watching old movies on TV, and indulging in a rich, rich fantasy life.  Mostly I read histories and biographies with a dose of hairy-chested fiction with historical themes, by which I mean I mostly read about war.  I watched the old John Wayne war movies on TV re-enacting my father’s war, the war of all of the neighborhood fathers.  And I, this lump of child who never could stand up the most pathetic playground bully, dreamed of being a hero, dreamed of glory.

 

One fine fall day it happened.  Instead of just being teased and roughed up at recess, I was “called out.”  In the time honored way school boys, I was formally challenged to a fight.  The challenger was a grade up from me.  I barely knew him.  I am sure that he barely knew me.  I have no memory of what perceived offence I committed against him.  Indeed, there may have been none at all.  He may have just needed to notch up a cheap and easy victory to establish himself in the school pecking order.  I was a big kid, but he was bigger—a full head taller and maybe twenty pounds heavier.

 

The usual procedure was to meet out by the dumpsters behind the school for the fight.  I told the kid I wouldn’t meet him.  I didn’t have any reason to fight him.  He taunted me and we were soon surrounded by a knot of others, all jeering.  “Fine,” I said at last, “I’m not looking for a fight.  But I cut across the football field every night on my way home.  You can find me if you want.”

 

It was a fine, bright, sunny afternoon cold enough for heavy coats and breath that hung in visible clouds.  Time moved like molasses as I crossed the wide school yard, the gravel parking lot, the cinder track.  I carried my books in my dad’s old briefcase in one gloved hand, and my lunch box in the other.  Ahead a dozen or so eager spectators gathered on the gridiron in anticipation of a fine beating.  The kid stood apart, arms folded waiting my slow approach.

 

My heart boomed in my hollow chest, my stomach knotted, my breathing labored.  I had never in my entire life known such abject terror.  I walked directly up to my doom.  “Ya gonna fight?” he asked.

 

“No,” I said and tried to move around him.  His fist caught me by the side of the head before I ever saw it.  My glasses and hat etched different arcs in the air as I stumbled and crumpled ripping a hole in the knee of my jeans.  I was stunned, but oddly felt no pain.  I could hear the cheering and yelling as if it came from far, far away.  I groped for my glasses, hat, brief case and lunch box and rose unsteadily. 

 

“Now,” the kid demanded.  “No,” I said and tried to move forward.  This time I saw the fist coming, square at my face.  I could feel my lip split and taste the metallic blood seep between my teeth and bathe my tongue.  I stumbled backwards but kept my feet somehow.  “Fight! Fight! Fight!” little mob chanted.

 

I clutched by bag and box tighter and pushed forward one more time.  This time he hit me in the stomach, the weak spot of any fat kid.  He hit me so hard that I turned a forward summersault in the air landing with a crashing thud on my back, all the wind knocked out of me.  I lay stunned and gasping for a moment.  The crowd grew quiet.  The kid pushed at me with the toe of his boot, not kicking but just kind of nudging my body.  I rose very slowly and gathered my things.  I began walking again.  Nobody stopped me.   Nobody said a word.

 

By the time I walked the half mile or so home, I was strangely exhilarated, almost euphoric.  I had not fought.  They could not make me fight.  But I had not given in.  I kept getting back up.  I imagined—foolishly as it turned out—that my bravery and determination had some how won the grudging respect of the kid and crowd.  It turned out, they all just thought I was crazy and the legend of my dorkiness only grew.  But for that one afternoon, I imagined something like glory.

 

My mother, of course, was horrified and was ready to march back to school to demand punishment of my tormentors until I literally threw myself in the door to prevent it.  I didn’t try to tell her what happened.  She would not have understood it.  When my Dad came home from work, I did tell him, blurting it all out with excitement and even pride.  He tried to understand and to be supportive, but I could tell that he would much rather that I just “stood up and fought back.”  For him, there was greater honor in taking a licking in a fair fight than refraining from being goaded into one.

 

And I knew, when I thought about it laying in bed alone that night, that my hero Teddy Roosevelt, another fat, four-eyed, asthmatic outcast, would not have approved either.  He would have—as he did—studied boxing for months and come back and given the miscreant the thrashing he so richly deserved.  I knew I was supposed to be a failure.  But still didn’t feel like one.

 

Where had this strange thing come from, this oddly prideful, totally unexpected pacifism?

 

Maybe I had just taken too literally to heart the Sunday School lessons about the Gentle Jesus in all of his brightly colored, lithographed glory in my weekly study tracts.  Had I actually taken to heart the Master’s words—I tell you, do not resist him who is evil; but whoever strikes you on your right cheek, turn to him the other also—spelled out in bright red letters in my very own King James Version of the Bible?

 

Of course as a good Christian boy, I knew that what ever good I might have done following the great preaching, I had washed away in my sinful pride.  There were, after all, so many ways to be unworthy.

 

And could this one commandment overturn a lifetime of playing Davey Crocket, Hopalong Cassidy, Teddy Roosevelt himself, and gallant GI’s storming bloody beaches and imagining over and over the accolades and honors due a fighting hero?  It seemed doubtful.

 

Time went by.  I never stopped being the star of the violent movies that played in my head.  But I never fought.  And I never ceased to be a dork. 

 

By the mid-Sixties, I was becoming aware of a new kind of hero, brought to me in grainy black and white by Chet Huntley, David Brinkley, and Walter CronkiteMartin Luther King and the marchers and protestors who stood up to dogs, batons, and fire hoses, singing hymns, turning cheeks and changing the world by just getting back up and walking again.

 

Later, when the time came, I chose peace over war.  I resisted the Vietnam draft.  I did my stint in prison.  And I was as unfoundedly prideful over that as I had been on a cold and sunny football field more than a decade earlier.

 


IF YOU LOVE THE WAR IN IRAQ--YOU'LL LOVE THE WAR IN IRAN
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I have been warning about the Bush Administration’s push toward a war with Iran almost as long as this blog has been in operation.  Sometimes I feel like the little boy who cried wolf.  But evidence mounts daily that despite the opposition of just about everyone The Shrub, the Dark Sith Lord Cheney and their minions are more determined than ever to launch yet another disastrous war.

 

The folks at the Council for a Livable World are trying to raise money to print this ad to counter a media blitz by the White House propaganda campaign to whip up support for another war.  Led,  as usual, by the ever snarling Cheney, this effort will including a front operation called, ironically Freedom Watch. The text of the ad is copied below.  A small version appears above.  If you care to contribute click here.

If You Like the War in Iraq, You’ll Love the War in Iran.

An ominous pattern of provocative words and acts from the White House points to a new war:

a “preventive” strike on Iran.

 

“All options are on the table,” says the Bush Administration. Does that include a nuclear

option? Yes, they have refused to rule out using nuclear weapons.

Nuclear or not, the fallout from this attack will be catastrophic. Iran is three times larger than

Iraq. It has vast resources and intense national pride. It can wreak havoc on oil markets.

It can retaliate against Israel or the Gulf States. In Iraq and Afghanistan, 175,000 U.S.

soldiers could be the victims of a surge of anger at America.

But doesn’t Iran refuse to talk? That is White House fiction. Two serious offers from the

Iranian leadership have been rejected out of hand by the White House.

No one wants a nuclear-armed Iran. The reality is that bombing Iran will likely strengthen the

hard-liners’ hand and ensure that Iran will one day become a nuclear state.

The American people want diplomacy, not another war. Four out of five Americans favor direct

talks with Iran.

 

Congress must make the White House listen to the people.

www.armscontrolcenter.org/iran

The Center for Arms Control and Non-Proliferation

 


OBAMA PROPOSES PLAN TO END THE WAR--We Concur, with Reservation
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SENATOR BARACK OBAMA outlined his plan to end the WAR IN IRAQ in a long anticipated speech delivered today in Clinton, Iowa.  This afternoon the plan was posted on his web site and e-mail asking for supporters to sign on in support was flooding computers from coast to coast. 

 

In plain bullet points, Obama’s plan is simple:

 

“My plan for turning the page on Iraq is clear:

  • remove our combat troops from Iraq’s civil war by the end of 2008
  • take a new approach to press for reconciliation within Iraq
  • escalate our diplomacy with all of Iraq’s neighbors and the United Nations
  • confront the human costs of this war directly with increased humanitarian aid”

In application, of course, it is far from simple.  And like all proposals to wind down the war it is fraught with peril.  The criminal policy of the current maladministration has been so disastrous that no options are easy or painless. 

It goes without saying that the plan is being denounced in hysterical tones by Republicans and their media operatives.  It has also drawn fire from some of Obama’s opponents for the Democratic Presidential nomination for not being “Now” enough.

I sympathize.  I yearn for a quick end to the war and bloodshed.  But I’ve known for a long time that there is no way to just blow a whistle and trot off the field.  Withdrawal, even if it begins tomorrow, will take time.  Obama’s plan recognizes that fact.

So when the Senator, whose candidacy I endorsed as soon as it became official, I was willing to do so.  But not without some reservations.  This is how I put it in the comments section: 

Your draw down plan with a firm exit date of the end of 2008 makes good sense.  While I would like us out yesterday, I understand that for the safety of the troops and best interests of the Iraqi people there must be an orderly withdrawal that takes with it all of the munitions and ordinance with which we have flooded that country, cleans up at least part of the environmental devastation we have unleashed, and attempts to restore as much civilian infrastructure as possible.  This will likely be a retreat under fire, the most difficult of military operations, so care must be taken.

This plan is unenforceable, however, unless Congress enacts strict timelines, limits military funding to facilitating the withdrawal safely, and specifically withdraws from the President authority to conduct continued offensive operations.

 

It is also critical that Congress act NOW to explicitly deny the President the authority to launch yet another war—against Iran—without the consent of Congress.

 

It is not the only plan out there.  Other Democrats are advancing theirs.  And they deserve consideration as well.  In the end the war will wind down when Congressional Democrats decide they truly do have the power to make it happen.  The particulars will be thrown together from many suggestions.  A messy compromise will satisfy few.  But the troops will start coming home and Iraq will have he chance to work out its own destiny.  And that is more than we can ever expect from this Administration, Republican jihadists, or those Democrats too timid to lead.

 


Help MoveOn Stop a War on Iran!
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HERETIC, REBEL, A THING TO FLOUT has long been concerned with the Bush maladministration’s apparent rush to war with Iran.  See the February 8th posting URGENT ALERT--US TARGETING IRAN.  Since that article was posted, more and more evidence of determination to launch another ill advised war has piled up.  MOVEON.ORG is offering an easy way to make your voice heard.  Consider supporting their advertising appeal to Congress.

                                                               

A Message from MoveOn.Org

In a news conference last weekend, Vice President Cheney inched closer to war with Iran.

Does this feel like déjà vu to you? Experts agree that escalating the war into Iran will make things worse, and Congress has the constitutional power to stop the White House. But they need to hear from all of us that Americans don't want a widening war—and we expect them to do something about it.

So, we've prepared an ad to send a simple clear message to Congress, and we need your help to make sure it gets into national newspapers. We need to act now before it's too late. Can you chip in? To see the ad and contribute, click here:

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Nonviolent Communication Workshop Re-scheduled Due to Snow
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             A workshop on nonviolent communication has been rescheduled to Tuesday, February 27 at 7:00pm at St. Elizabeth Ann Seton Church in Crystal Lake.  The event had to be postponed from the original February 13th date due to weather conditions.

            The program will be conducted by Harlan Johnson, psychotherapist, radio talk show host, and facilitator of non violent communication. The purpose of the workshop is to teach the skills necessary to communicate with others in an open and respectful way that fosters understanding and minimizes defensive reactions that lead to hostility.  These skills can be very helpful in working through conflict within the family, workplace, and even political differences that may arise among friends.

            The two hour workshop is co-sponsored by McHenry County Pax Christi and the McHenry County Peace Group.  There is no fee but donations will be accepted.  If you have questions, please call Bill and Marjorie Pfeifer at 847-515-2014.

 


ACT NOW TO END THE WAR--Please Go to Washington For Me!
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            I thought I was going to Washington for the giant anti-war rally this Saturday.  I really did.  I even told folks at church last Sunday that I would miss them this week because I would be on a bus bouncing my way back from the nation’s capital.

            A couple of weeks ago my wife Kathy Brady-Murfin told me:  “One of us has to go!”  She was tied up with work commitments at St. Richard’s Parish on Chicago’s South Side.  So I was elected. 

            I was excited.  Five years ago this January, I made the same journey to another mammoth march which was trying to prevent a war.  I wore a then new brown cowboy hat and equally new grey trench coat.  There was even a blurry photo of me holding a small sign reading “No War in Iraq” and featuring both the old Peace Sign and a Unitarian Universalist flaming chalice published on the UUA web site.  I was going to wear them both again this time.  Like me, they are a little the worse for wear, a little tattered, but still serviceable.

            Then I got home after church.  I did the grocery shopping.  Ouch.  Grandson Nick announced the need for new gym shoes or he would be banned from the gym class he barely attends anyway.  There were unexpected medical expenses this month.  A quick look at the check book showed that the $95 round trip bus fare was gone.  And I could not afford to miss the pay for two shifts at the gas station.  We have to eat next week, too.

            I’m disappointed.  I believe this march, coming as the Resident unleashes yet another escalation in the face of virtual universal condemnation, may be the most important demonstration yet.  We need to let George W—and maybe even more importantly, the new Democratic Congress—that We the People are damned serious about ending the war.

            But the best I can do now is offer my moral support (although it feels a bit like desertion under fire.)  I hope that some of you can go in my place.  Tell them Patrick sent you.






Current American Issues Forum at MCC--Prospects for Peace in Isreali/Palestinian Conflicet
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            The on going conflict between and among Israel, the Palestinians, and the Arab and non-Arab nations of the Middle East will be the topic of a public forum at the McHenry County College Conference Center on Thursday, November 9th at 7 pm.

            Joel R. Finkel will be the featured speaker for the program, “The Middle East—Past and Present.” Finkel is a member of the steering committee of Not in My Name, a predominately Jewish organization dedicated to seeking a just peace between the Israelis and the Palestinians.  His long credentials as a peace activist stretch back to the Vietnam War.  His articles on the conflict appear regularly in “Against the Current,” a bi-monthly magazine promoting understanding and solidarity in the region.  His articles, op-ed columns, and letters have also appeared in the newspapers in the US and Israel.

            The program is part of the McHenry County Peace Group’s monthly Current American Issues series presented at MCC.  Programs are always free and open to the public.  There will be open discussion following Finkel’s presentation.

            For more information call 815 455-3683 or visit the McHenry County Peace Group  web page

 


Poem: The Dead of 9/11 Leave a Message on George W's Voice Mail
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In honor of the 5th  anniversary of the 9/11 horror, I thought I would resurrect the poem I wrote on the first anniversary.  I had promised to say something at a memorial vigil that the McHenry County Peace Group planned for Woodstock Square.  I had wrestled with it for over a week, but could not come up with anything that did not seem obvious, maudlin, or hackneyed.  And the horror of that day was already being tainted by the cynical manipulations of the administration. 

 

I was still working as an elementary school custodian in Cary.  After work, I hopped on a train to Woodstock, still unsure of what to say.  On the back of a flyer advertising a local fall festival, I began scribbling notes.  When I got off the train I had a poem to read.

 

It was included in my 2004 collection WE BUILD TEMPLES IN THE HEART, published by Skinner House Books (available from the UUA Bookstore.)  My editor made me change the title, fearing it was too political attack on the President.  I have restored the original title and am including it in the manuscript I am preparing of anti-war and “political” poems.

 

Once again, in memory of that awful day, here it is.

 

THE DEAD OF 9/11 LEAVE A MESSAGE ON GEORGE W.’S VOICE MAIL

 

The Dead cry out—

 

It is not lonely here!

            They come by the scores

                        and by the thousands

                        every day,

                        as they have always come,

                        each arrival here

                        a wrenching loss below.

            They come as they have always come,

                        each death the completion of a journey,

                        the closing of a hoop of life.

            And we welcome each of them.

 

But we are not lonely here.

            We do not wander silent corridors

                        our footsteps echoing,

                        yearning for a voice.

            We are not lonely

                        for we are the Dead

                        and we are everywhere

                        united in that last breath

                        and in eternity.

 

But You—

 

You make haste to fill the unfillable,

            to send us more,

            many more,

            out of their own time

            as we were out of ours,

            yanked here in violence and hatred.

 

Let them be.

They will come in their own time.

 

We who know death

            do not cry out for revenge.

 

We are not lonely here.

 

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Another Homefront Story by Carolyn Quinn
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(NOTE:  HERETIC, REBEL, A THING TO FLOUT is proud to introduce our very first ever guest writer.  Carolyn Quinn is a good friend and an associate of mine through the McHenry County Democratic Party.  We marched together one fine sunny day to protest the first 1,000 U.S. troop deaths in Iraq.  Carolyn wrote the following the same day that she joined Military Families Speak Out (MFSO) partly in response to reading HOMEFRONT by Tony Christini.  This may be Carolyn’s first appearance here, but I hope it will not be this fine writer’s last.—Patrick Murfin)

 

Six years ago, my family was in personal upheaval.  We were moving through the final stages of a nasty divorce.  I moved through the days sometimes as a zombie, and sometimes as a lioness protecting her cubs.  My ultimate plan was to convince myself and my children that everything was going to be okay if not even better that what it had been before.  My private agenda was to find a decent job so that I could be financially independent of, and thereby immune to, manipulations from the “enemy camp,” meaning my soon to be ex-husband and his new wife. 

I never yet got such a dream job, but I have three different seasonal jobs and do my best in an effort to make ends meet.  None of my employers provide health insurance, but the court decreed that the kids were to be covered by their dad until graduation. 

Collin, our oldest, was a senior in high school that year.  From his point of view, my agenda was a matter of betrayal.

You see, all his life I had promoted denial of horrific problems within our household.  He didn’t want things to become better on the other side of divorce.  He wanted us to go back to his vision of how we were supposed to be all along.  He didn’t tell us that straight out.  But when I told him that his father was intimately involved with another woman and we would be separating, Collin wrapped his arms all the way around his head and refused to hear it.  He wanted to continue to pretend that everything was just fine.  But it wasn’t.

I expect he viewed his father’s agenda as a betrayal, too.  Well, so did I.

(We had two other children as well.  But you asked about Collin, so I will focus on him here. )

Collin was a gifted child.  Of course all of them are.  But Collin was officially labeled “gifted” by the public schools and attended special classes through his entire student career. He played team sports including soccer, wrestling and especially baseball, from the time he was in kindergarten through his varsity year at Central High School.  He wrote songs to entertain the family, and he had a wide circle of friends who continue to stay in touch despite the distance and their different paths into adulthood.

          One day Collin came to me and asked about money to attend the college where he had been accepted.  I am a teacher myself and highly value education at all levels.  And his dad is a university professor, so one might think he would, too.  I cannot tell you how much I regret my response. But I was struggling desperately to survive as a single mom, and so I shook my head and said, “Collin, you must ask your father.”  His answer was that his dad had already told him to ask me.

Meanwhile, the recruiters stationed at the local high school had been targeting Collin.  They promised him money, adventure, and health insurance while on active duty, and free college when discharged.  They told him that they were very exclusive about accepting sailors into the nuclear power training program. Collin liked the notion of elite status.  He certainly wanted the money and the adventure and free college to boot.  To be perfectly honest, I don’t imagine the insurance was all that important to him.  He wasn’t thinking in terms of possible injury or disaster.  Not many seventeen year olds do; they seem to think they are invincible.  But there was another matter on the contract table which was critically attractive to him.  He wanted to be honorable and heroic, which the United States Navy offered to him as an actual commodity.  Never mind that he could be honorable and heroic at home.  But I didn’t even try to convince him of that logic. 

I did, however, try to convince him that it was going to be horribly uncomfortable on a nuclear submarine for any length of time.  There will be no sun, no waves, no surfing, and no girls, I told him.  He actually hesitated.  But then he shook his head as if to indicate that all those things were just small potatoes compared with what the navy was offering.  Later he told me that he desperately wanted an escape from the battleground that our family had become.  At that time our county was not at war, but he knew full well it could happen.  He wasn’t afraid.  He just couldn’t handle warfare between his parents.  It wasn’t until much later that he told me such a thing.   I didn’t approve of his joining the military, and I said so aloud, but I was committed to supporting him no matter what choice he made, and I made that clear as well.  And so, we signed the papers.

           He studied nuclear physics for two years at a navy base in South Carolina, and on September 11th, it was his duty to examine all trash bins and containers on their base looking for additional explosives.

Months later we were officially at war with terrorism.  “What?” I asked myself, “this sounds more like a Miss America contest than a presidential stance on foreign policy!”  But when I saw images of care packages being dropped on the desert sands, I thought that perhaps we were actually engaging in a humanitarian effort to rid the world of terror, hunger and evil… Wouldn’t that be just phenomenal?

We didn’t know then that we had been duped. 

We didn’t know that our own government would choose to commit the greatest violation of human rights that there is, war, under an umbrella of pretense and deceit. Not even the Congress knew that we were being fed a set of false premises.   Neither could we have known that the lies would be replaced with various and sundry alternative sets of lies as time dragged on.   And we had no clue that time would drag for years and years of death and debacle.

Not a one of us could have imagined or predicted the atrocities at Abu Graib.  Or that there would come to be torture chambers aboard a United States Navy Ship out to sea.  How could we?  We believed, we really believed, that we were the good guys.  Despite the obvious instances of greed, screwy ideas, and crimes in the newspaper, we were firmly committed a self-image of our nation as honorable. 

I do not digress here.  That is the point.  Did you miss it?

Not only was Collin betrayed by both his own parents, he was then betrayed by his own government – his own president and commander in chief. 

This is absolutely intolerable. 

I carry the inescapable guilt of a mother who wasn’t able to provide for her son’s need to reach into the future with a higher education.  I carry the guilt of participating in full-blown denial for seventeen years of marriage to an abusive alcoholic.  I carry the guilt of signing my name on recruiting documents, when I could have refused.

And every United States citizen will join me one day in recognizing that we all carry the inescapable guilt of failing to provide for the needs of our country’s youth.  And we will all carry the guilt of having participated in full-blown denial, accepting lie after lie, broken promises and broken dreams, and accepting the leadership of a man who is a self-proclaimed alcoholic without a program.    

We will all carry together a historic sense of guilt for where we did or did not sign our names.

Which of us voted to keep the George W. Bush team in office?  Which of us chose to withhold our votes?  Which of us aided in working a dishonest election?  And who just looked the other way?   Which of us helped pass legislation to go to war in Iraq?  Which of us allowed the creation of a rubber stamp congress?  Which of us did or did not sign petitions to investigate torture prison camps?  Or the Downing Street Memos?  Or corruption on Capitol Hill?  Or an outing of a CIA agent?  Which of us wrote letters to the newspaper editors? Or a letter to our legislators demanding that we create a national health care program? 

No matter what, it wasn’t enough.  After all, we are still invaders in a foreign country while admitting terror free reign in our own homeland.  We threw gun control laws out the window.  We rank number one in the number of billionaires.  And we rank number one as well in the number of children/elderly in poverty.  And we rank number one in the percent of the population without health insurance.  How is this possible?

           And how can I be so bold as to predict that the entire citizenry will bear a terrible burden of guilt in the future?  Because I know that’s what happens when you realize that you have betrayed your family.  And because we are, indeed, a family:  a family of countrymen.  And because we have, indeed, been betrayed.  And because we have passed that betrayal on to our own.  We have abandoned our own values.  We have abandoned our democratic mission.  And in so doing, we have abandoned the people we love.  And it is necessary that we will regret it.

Not that we should wallow in the overwhelming mire of regret.  We must stop and redirect.

So how can we stop and redirect when we find ourselves so deep in the mire?

 

  1. Bring them Home Now and Take Care of them when they get here.  And that includes bringing back our VA Hospitals and servicing all our veterans.
  2. Return to a working system of checks and balances in government.
  3. Eradicate hunger and poverty; within our borders and without.
  4. Provide reachable options for quality health care and education.
  5. Free potential candidates from the obligation to amass obscene financial backing.
  6. Participation of 70% or more in elections which are free and honest.
  7. Free legislators from the obligation to appease lobbyists.
  8. Protect our nation’s resources and environment.
  9. Offer equal pay and benefits for working in the Peace Corps or a Habitat for Humanity as compared to military service.
  10. Establish new budget priorities that reflect our values.  For example, if we value families, then we should be paying to help support families. 

 

More on number 10:  Don’t talk to me about the dangers of gay marriage.  How ludicrous.  If we want to support the institution of marriage, then let’s try giving the Department of Children and Family Services the resources they need to do their job well.  Provide counseling for troubled couples, and legislate that divorce suits cannot come before the bench without first completing a certain number of those counseling sessions.  Establish relief for single parents.  What are the top three stressors in a marriage?  Money.  In Laws.  Child Rearing Issues.  Are we addressing any of those stressors?  No.  On my ballot this November is going to be a referendum on the issue of gay marriage. I keep thinking I’m in the Twilight Zone without Rod Sterling.  There has got to be a new day dawning soon.  The pendulum has got to swing back to where we are governed by and for ourselves as a people, where social justice is a common cause, and where we can regain our sense of national pride.  Where we can live with our families in peace. 

 


Making News
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I’m on a “usual suspects” list at my local newspaper, the NORTHWEST HERALD. That means I am known to have been a spokesperson for organizations and activities as disparate as the McHenry County Peace Group, Democratic Party, the Congregational Unitarian Church, and the Diversity Day Festival. I can also be relied on for strong opinions and a certain pithy quotability.

So when something comes up in the world and reporters look for a local to comment, or if they need a “balancing” quote to represent another viewpoint, I often get a call. It happened again this week.

I was home and writing on the computer when reporter Kevin Craver called on Thursday afternoon. “Have you been listening to the news?” he asked. No, I hadn’t had the radio or TV on all day and had last checked my Yahoo news page at 5:30 in the morning while trying to get my grandson rousted for school.

He told me that Osama bin Laden had released a new tape and “offered America a truce if we withdrew our troops from Afghanistan and Iraq.” Would I care to comment on behalf of the Peace Group?

I explained that I couldn’t speak for the whole group and felt leery about commenting on something I had not heard first hand. He promised me that he would make clear that I was speaking only for myself. Hedging the best I could I said (as he accurately quoted in the paper) “I can say personally that in any conflict, overtures toward peace should be taken seriously and explored…We’re not in an era where unconditional surrender of one side or another is going to solve the conflict.” He also noted that I warned that bin Ladin did not speak for all terrorist groups and that the seriousness of the offer might be questionable.

When I opened the paper on Friday, I found that, unlike on some occasions, I actually said what I was being quoted as saying. In the meantime, however, I had learned that the “big news” in the bin Laden tape, what had led all of the news broadcasts the night before, was not the buried, and questionable, offer of a truce, but threats for new attacks in the United States. That made my comments seem naïve at best. I was also the only “peace advocate” interviewed and was surrounded by quotes from combat veterans and war supporters.

It would have been nice if some of my extended comments were included. For instance that truce offers often open the possibility of back door negotiations which “any competent and able administration, which I doubt the current one is, would try to pursue." I also pointed out that bin Laden was isolated and may no longer have direct control over more than a handful of men fleeing from village to cave in the remote wastes of the Pakistan-Afghanistan frontier. Even al-Quida in Iraq is functionally under independent command. More over Bush administration policies had created second, third and even fourth generation terrorist cells inspired by bin Laden but operationally totally independent.

Dealing with the press is often a crap shoot. You are never, unless you are Karl Rove, in control of the final product. Sometimes you come off fine. Sometimes you have egg on your face. This time, it was somewhere in-between. But that is the way the game of swaying public opinion is played.

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Is the Unitarian Universalist Association a Peace Church?
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The question has been raised “Is the Unitarian Universalist Association a Peace Church?” The answer is complex, but the answer is something like "No, but we may be evolving into one." First and foremost we have, unlike the Quakers, Mennonites, and Brethren, no formal doctrine of non-violence. Like other Christians, our Universalist and Unitarian forebearers inherited the peace pronouncements of Christ, but like most were ambivalent as to their meaning. Occasionally U's and U's spoke out in varying strength against specific wars, but they were just as often bellicose. A review of our historic responses to various wars might be useful.

During the Revolutionary War the liberals of the New England Standing Order, those who would evolve into Unitarians, were preponderantly Patriots and many took up arms. Ministers supported the cause from the pulpit and often served as officers in Militia units.

On the Universalist side John Murray served with pride as one of Washington's first chaplains. Philadelphia's Benjamin Rush ardently served the Patriot cause, allied with Benjamin Franklin opposing the old Quaker establishment, which was both pacifistic and tended toward the Tories. We, of course, stake our claim to the Founders who later in life became or espoused Unitarianism like Thomas Jefferson and John Adams.

In the post Revolutionary period some Universalists began taking explicitly pacifist positions. In Pennsylvania, where early Universalism partly grew out of German Anabaptist pietism, Rush, now espousing pacifism, led the local conference to adopt a peace resolve that among other things called for a cabinet level “department of peace” and called for the abolition of the militia. This resolution was not repeated by other conventions, nor was it binding on its members. But it was the first a many general peace resolution adopted by various Universalist bodies over the next century.

Those who would become the founding generation of independent Unitarianism, like William Ellery Channing, opposed the War of 1812. Although they occasionally used the language of pacifism and opposition to war on principle, they acted, however mainly out of regional and political loyalty. They were, after all, New Englanders whose economic interests as a trading and maritime region were devastated first by Jefferson’s Embargo on trade with warring European nations and then by the war itself. They also distrusted the motives of the "War Hawks," mostly Southerners and Westerners bent on territorial expansion accompanied by the expansion of slavery. As New Englanders they never shared the vision of a continental nation and feared being swallowed up in an expanded nation. More over they were Federalists, deeply suspicious of the French Revolution, Anglophile by birthright, and loath to enter a war that could do nothing but support Napoleonic ambition. Many became involved in the abortive New England session movement that resulted in the Hartford Convention.

In the aftermath of the war, some New England clergy, by then Unitarians, would take to heart the anti-war tone of some the 1812 rhetoric. There was rising interest in ideas like Wadsworth's "commonwealth of nations, brotherhood of man." Besides, a peace policy melded nicely with mounting sectional distrust of the ever expansionist South.

It was during this period that the Universalists produced the figure that gives us our greatest claim to a true pacifist tradition, Adin Ballou. His doctrine of "Christian Non-Resistance" became the foundation upon which Leo Tolstoy, Mahatma Gandhi, and Martin Luther King built the ideas of passive resistance and non-violence. Meanwhile Transcendentalist Henry David Thoreau was laying out the broad outlines of civil disobedience.

The Mexican War once again drew the scorn of New England Unitarians, but support from outpost churches in places like New Orleans and Charleston. Figures like Ralph Waldo Emerson were loud and eloquent in opposition to territorial expansionism at the point of a bayonet. Once again this was often posited in terms that sounded pacifistic. An example can be found in Edward Hamilton Sears's "It Came Upon a Midnight Clear" written shortly after the war which includes the words:

"And man, at war with man, hears not
The love-song which they bring:
O hush the noise, ye men of strife,
And hear the angels sing.

Peace on the Earth,
Goodwill toward Men!"

The peace rhetoric of the early 19th Century inevitably clashed with a growing body of Abolitionist thought among New England Unitarians in the years leading up to the Civil War. Many liberals tried to reconcile both convictions. Others, like Emerson, in the face of attempts to enforce the Fugitive Slave Law in the North became increasingly embittered. Some even once again toyed with Northern secession, so disgusted were they at Southern power in the Federal government. Others came to support violence to prevent the expansion of slavery in the west and end it in the east. The Unitarian worthies who financed John Brown come to mind.

When war did finally break out, the majority of Unitarians and Universalists followed their regional interests. In the North many became, somewhat ironically, ardent Unionists. They went to war with the enthusiasm of crusaders, as evidenced by Julia Ward Howe's powerful "Battle Hymn of the Republic." Those who did not fight supported the effort in other ways as Henry Whitney Bellows's work with the Sanitary Commission and Universalist Clara Barton's service as a nurse.

Support for the war caused movement along the semi-permeable membrane separating Unitarians from their allies in social reform, the Quakers. Ardent Quaker abolitionists like the poet John Greenleaf Whittier, came over to the Unitarians for the duration and they were undoubtedly passed by pacifist Unitarians moving in the other direction.

The horrific carnage of the war, however, motivated a renewal of pacifist thinking. Julia Ward Howe founded Mother's Day as sort of strike by mothers to keep their sons from being wasted in war. The long post war peace--the usual frontier Indian warfare not withstanding--fostered a more pacifistic tone. The growing Social Gospel movement warmed in Universalism and spread by the likes of Jenkin Lloyd Jones and the Western Conference certainly abetted anti-war sentiment. There was considerable, though by no means unanimous, opposition to the Spanish American War on the grounds of principled anti-Imperialism and the old suspicion that this was just a cloaked re-assertion of Southern expansionism (indeed a lot of Southerners anticipated the annexation of Cuba and Puerto Rico as states with leadership provided from the old planter aristocracy.) Others, however, particularly the loyal Republicans of the Boston Brahmin variety of Unitarians, supported the notion that the war was one of liberation and spreading of democratic ideas.

The story of the Unitarians in the First World War has been told and re-told. Pro war sentiment dominated. The greatly admired John Haynes Holmes, once mentored and groomed for leadership by Samuel Atkins Eliot of the AUA, tried to offer a mild “conscience” resolution at a meeting of the National Conference of Unitarian Churches. The Conference president, William Howard Taft, stepped down from the chair to issue a blistering rebuke, and succeeded in crushing the motion. Subsequently the AUA essentially disfellowshiped Holmes, David Rhys Williams and a handful of other pacifist ministers. It also denied financial support to congregations that supported the dissenters. Today, we tend elevate Holmes to a heroic figure and often site him for our peace credentials forgetting that his was a lonely and persecuted voice. As a denomination William Howard Taft's fierce patriotism carried the day.

Once again, however the grim reality of war nurtured pacifism, as did the rise of Humanism. Humanism flourished because the horrors of war caused many to abandon faith in a God who would allow such carnage. If God could not, or would not, prevent war, it was up to men to do so. Many embraced the League of Nations--although once again the Boston elite were its most ardent opponents. The rising influence of both World Federalism and Technocracy among the Humanists gave new expression to hopes for building institutions that would prevent war.

On the other hand, by the late 1930's there was wide spread recognition among liberals and leftists of the totalitarian menace of Nazism. The many ethnic Jews among the Humanists early alerted their allies to the grim reality of German anti-Semitism. Some Unitarians and Universalists thus became "pre-mature anti-fascists." Others including the conservative Boston old guard and Midwestern isolationists actually subscribed to the view that Hitler was a bulwark against godless Communism and provided a voice and some leadership for the "America First" movement.

These differences were swept away by the attack on Pearl Harbor. With only a tiny pacifist remnant protesting, Unitarians and Universalists signed onto the war effort with genuine enthusiasm.

The carnage of World War II exceeded anything before imaginable. Whole continents had been laid waste. Uncounted millions were dead, millions more displaced and destitute. The post war specter of Atomic weapons and a world polarized into hostile camps made the actual obliteration of humanity imaginable. This led to a sharp rise in pro-peace options, often led by returning veterans who had witnessed the horrors first hand. Most noticeable was the wide spread support for the United Nations among Unitarians and Universalists. It seemed the dawn of World Federalist dreams. "United Nations Sundays" became a staple of Unitarian Churches and the UUUNO one of the most popular affiliated organizations.

Reverence for the UN caused a split over Korea. Many Us and Us saw the North Korean attack on the South as a replay of Hitlarian territorial aggression. When Truman was careful to frame defense of the South as a United Nations action against aggression, he earned the support of many. On the other hand pacifist voices were stronger and less likely to be stilled. A vocal minority opposed the war from the beginning. The long and bloody stalemate swelled their ranks.

In the 1950’s the development of the hydrogen bomb and increasing east-west tensions gave birth to the “Ban the Bomb” movement. Originating in Britain, with the support, by the way, of some important British Unitarians, the movement quickly spread to the US. Many ministers and congregations responded to its appeal, passed resolutions and joined marches. As an organized body the UUA was adopting resolutions generally in support of disarmament. This string of anti-war activity would grow over the years and include support for the Kennedy-Khrushchev Nuclear Test Ban Treaty, anti-proliferation efforts, down to opposition to Reagan’s deployment of tactical nuclear weapons in Europe and the common declaration of congregations that their properties were “nuclear free zones.”

During the same years Unitarian and Universalist support of the Civil Rights movement was re-inoculating the faith with the principles of non-violence propagated by Adin Ballou. This was particularly strong in the already united youth movement, LRY, which was also breeding the next generation of ministerial and lay leadership.

The Vietnam War proved to be a watershed event. Never in the Twentieth Century had the United States entered a war with such a significant portion of the now united Universalists and Unitarians, committed to pacifism or at least anti-war in orientation. Individual ministers and congregations were early opponents, protesting when protests were yet rare. West coast congregations began offering “sanctuary” to draft resistors, a movement that spread across the country. The national leadership of the UUA was against the war, as demonstrated by their dramatic unfurling of an anti-war banner from the Beacon Street headquarters and the publication by Beacon Press of the Pentagon Papers. General Assemblies resolved first for peace, and then openly for American withdrawal from the war. But this was far from unanimous. Many still believed this was another example of standing against aggression and drawing from the lessons of World War II compared Vietnam to Czechoslovakia and Poland. The debate was bitter. Congregations were split. Ministers both for and against the war were sometimes forced from their pulpits. In the end, anti-war sentiment was overwhelming, but only because many—and we still don’t have reliable figures of how many—war supporters left their churches and the UUA.

After the Vietnam War, Unitarian Universalism became increasingly identified both in its own mind and in public perception, with a pro-peace, anti-war position. Yet events would complicate matters. The fall of the Soviet Union seemed to herald a new era of peace unbound by bi-polar geo-political maneuvering. President George H. W. Bush proclaimed an era of a “New World Order” that seemed to some to echo longed for global cooperation. He met Iraq’s territorial grab of Kuwait with United Nation’s condemnation and a carefully built, broad international coalition that included Muslim states. Many UU’s were inclined, under the circumstances, to support the resultant Gulf War, particularly because it was brief and the president stopped well short Baghdad and pressing his own territorial conquest. On the other hand, many other UU’s opposed the war on general pacifist grounds and on political grounds related to anti-imperialism and issues around the Arab-Israeli conflict. Demonstrations against the Gulf War were relatively few, but many were hosted or supported by UU congregations.

The events of 9/11 were a horrible shock. In the aftermath, many UU’s joined in general support of “The War on Terror”, at least as far that meant going after Osama Bin Ladin in Afghanistan. It seemed to many as reasonable self-defense. Others argued from the beginning against an “eye for and eye” retribution. What support the War on Terror may have had among UU’s dwindled quickly when it became evident that George W. Bush was turning away from Afghanistan and setting his sights on Iraq. His relentless march to war there, ignoring many of the niceties and restraints of his father, along with the bold assertion of a new doctrine of pre-emptive war and unlimited presidential power to pursue the war, has virtually totally eroded what residual support the war may have had among Unitarian Universalists.

Although not without it supporters, the overwhelming majority of members in the pews, congregations and the denomination itself has voiced opposition to the war. Any survey of local anti-war action shows that in community after community that action is often centered in or supported by UU Congregations and their ministers. Large contingents of UU’s have participated in all of the national peace marches. UU’s have been among the most vocal and loyal supporters of Cindy Sheehan and her mother’s campaign.

It may be that most “realists” having fled the denomination and our public position so strongly identified with opposition to war, thus attracting war opponents to our ranks, that we are drifting inevitably to the status of a “Peace Church.” Our seminaries and theologians struggle to define some uniquely UU theology of war and conflict. Many begin with Catholic Just War theory. Some adopt a position of total pacifism. Others look to Buddhist sources. If we are to eventually evolve into a truly “Peace Church,” we will have to come to some kind of broad theological understanding beyond comforting assertions of the Seven Principles.

But history shows that, despite persistent pacifist tendencies among us, Unitarian, Universalist and UU opposition to any conflict has been largely situational. In our respect for the complexity of life, we are loath to embrace absolutes, including absolute pacifism. We are challenged daily to exercise our consciences. It is not unexpected that we will arrive at wildly varying conclusions and take a range of actions. It is undeniable that our tradition embraces the defiance of authority in pursuit of justice. It just does not compel us to do so.

We may well become recognized as a “Peace Church” but not in any traditional sense. We will never adopt the binding commitment to pacifism of the Quakers or Brethren. But we may well become a religious identity acknowledged for a stubborn and persistent “preference for peace” with a tradition of social activism backing up that preference.

One could predict this would be the course of things. But history has a way of surprising us, biting our deepest beliefs in the ass. The future could hold some event with the power to unite UUs in support of a war, as they supported World War II. Never say Never.

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Martin Luther King Day
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As we observe the holiday in honor of Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. we may once again forget the whole of his legacy.

 

Dr. King articulated his opposition to the Vietnam War in a speech at the Riverside Church.  He was castigated in the press, vilified by white liberals who had been his allies on civil rights, and even abandoned by the NAACP and much of Black leadership.  His position earned him the enmity of the FBI and may have led to his murder.

 

As we mark his birthday in the midst of another war, we should remember his words.  Surely he would repeat them today substituting Iraq for Vietnam.

 

“Now it should be incandescently clear that no one who has any concern for the integrity and life of America today can ignore the present war.  If America’s soul becomes totally poisoned, part of the autopsy must read ‘Vietnam.’  It can never be saved so long as it destroys the deepest hopes of men the world over.  So it is that those of us who are yet determined that ‘America will be’ are led down the path of protest and dissent, working for the health of our land.”

 

 

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