I GOT IT! – WITH HELP FROM THREE HAMPSTERS AND A MOLE – A CHILDREN’S MOVIE AS PARABLE (or The Return of Grand Conspiracy Theory)

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What comes to mind when you hear “conspiracy theory”?  Did Lee Harvey Oswald act alone in the assassination of JFK?  What really happened with those sightings in Roswell, New Mexico?  Is there more to be told about the 9/11 attacks and the unexpected collapse of the twin towers?  Hardly minor, incidental events.  But distinct in time and space.  Significant, but unrelated.  Isolated and unconnected.  Conspiracy theories will doggedly persist, new ones birthing with regularity.  And something about us seems, at the least, intrigued, perhaps titillated, oddly captivated.

A new form of conspiracy theory seems to be emerging:  Is Barack Obama committed to artfully and premeditatedly moving America past the Left into (choose your slogan) fascism or communism?  Is the Health Care Bill in a linchpin of that plan?  Is the global warming “hoax” still another strategy in the larger plot?  Are plans afoot for selective extermination based on ideological positions as a more diabolical piece of the conspiracy puzzle?  Smaller conspiracy theories that seem inter-locking, integrally related, composing a single whole?

Is there emerging one, monumental, all-encompassing, SINGLE CONSPIRACY into which all other conspiracies are incorporated, inter-connected and, from that perspective, makes everything make sense – a CONSPIRACY comprising a diabolic “theory of everything”?

Enter the three hamsters and a mole, the unlikely heroes of a movie I watched with my Mexican-American grandson titled G ForceThe story line, concise and condensed, but enough to create context: the CEO of the planet’s dominant home appliance manufacturing corporation designs a small but lethal element installed in every appliance – toasters and microwaves, refrigerators and washing machines, entertainment centers and vacuum cleaners – which, when activated by a signal from a satellite, will morph each appliance large or small into indestructible monsters able to wreak havoc and massive destruction worldwide.  Meanwhile an offbeat scientist has been training small animals – principally three hamsters and a mole – to infiltrate this conspiracy and thwart its conspirators – learning to communicate in English and master sophisticated computer skills along the way.  And his unlikely scheme works!  The grand conspiracy is unmasked.  In the process the FBI, charged, of course, with protecting us from such threats, mounts an offensive against these critters, who now call themselves the G Force.  The FBI not only denies the existence of the grand conspiracy, but attacks those who think otherwise, and know what must be done to defeat them.

How did a reasonable and intelligent adult such as I become so engrossed in a children’s movie?  But more than that, this playful movie became a parable, an allegory, a lens through which what has confused me for some time, dare I say it, came crystal clear.

A childhood memory stirred itself into the mix as I was “putting some pieces together.”  When our family was first on our street to have TV, daytime coverage was dominated by the McCarthy hearings.  Two of my classmates’ fathers were swept into the conspiratorial web that obsessed Joseph McCarthy.  A family trip to Florida that year featured immense “Impeach Earl Warren” and “Withdraw from the UN” signs along the highway (not far from “Colored Only” motels and restaurants), a sponsor’s name visible in the lower right corner: John Birch Society.  My father explained to me that the John Birch Society believed that a shrouded and diabolical, unknown but powerful circle of men controlled both the United States and the Soviet Union, a worldwide conspiracy with world domination in mind – which made communists of no less than President Dwight Eisenhower.  A principle legacy of the John Birch Society may be “grand conspiracy theory” – the first crafting of a “mother of all conspiracies” by which everything, viewed through that lens, makes sense.  (And they were co-sponsors at this year’s C-PAC gathering).

Are we witnessing “John Birch revisited,” grand conspiracy theory resurrected?   For a week or two, visit right wing talk radio or TV programs.  Listen to Sean Hannity or Glen Beck, Rush Limbaugh or Bill O’Reilly, Ann Coulter or Michael Savage (the list goes on).  Forest, not just trees.  The whole, not just the parts.  See if you don’t observe “everything fitting together.”  A single, ginormous CONSPIRACY!  Health Care reform + the global warming hoax + Obama’s sinister plotting + selective extermination schemes + a naïve citizenry . . . someone has to connect the dots and save us!  Elements in kitchen appliances poised for global invasion + FBI collusion + a naïve citizenry . . . the G Force will save us!   A small group “in the know” to warn and protect us.  One makes as much sense as the other!

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WHEN HEART SPEAKS TO HEART . . . Cuando corazón habla a corazón

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A priest, a character in a novel of several decades ago, walks and talks among people in a

way that engenders unique openness and trust, even among strangers.  He reflects

on the beauty of true human encounter, “When heart speaks to heart, the sound our voices

make as we talk is per chance a whisper of the voice of God.”  Last weekend I had a

powerful yet subtle experience of that,  A brief narrative and commentary.

 

Un sacerdote, carácter en una novel hace decenios, siempre anda y con la gente en un

modo que engendra honradez y confianza, aun con extranjeros.  El refleja en los encuentros

humanos maravillosos diciendo, “Cuando corazón habla a corazón, el sonido de nuestras

voces como hablamos es posible la voz quieto de Dios.”  El fin de semana pasada hice una

experiencia muy poderoso y sutil de esto.  La historia, con comento, en pocas palabras.

I am a Christian, an active member of a church and a Presbyterian pastor.  I want my life to be biblically-based, spiritually-grounded, animated by my faith.  There is a setting in which I find myself frequently  where the values and mission, the words and actions, the passion for social justice of Jesus and the prophets are vigorously advocated and embodied . . . and it’s not church-related.  It is my work through The Pachamama Alliance with Awakening the Dreamer / Changing the Dream Symposiums.  (Do check their website).

Soy un Cristiano, miembro activo de una iglesia, un pastor Presbiteriana.  Yo quiero que mi vida es de baso de biblia, espiritualmente fuerte y animado por mi fe.  Hay un lugar donde me encontró frecuentemente donde los valores y misión, las palabras y las acciones, la pasión por justicia social de Jesús y la profetas son abogado por y encarnado tan vigorosamente. . . y no está conectado a una iglesia.  Es parte de mi trabajo con La Alianza Pachamama con Despertando al sonador, Cambiando el Sueno.

Last weekend I served on a team of three, training symposium facilitators in Ciudad Obregon, Mexico.  I speak Spanish haltingly and understand it even less.  My presentations and comments were translated.  I strained to understand as much as I could as participants spoke, understanding a third at best.  To ease my struggle I made what turned out to be a wise and gifting decision – to speak not only with my mouth, but with my heart; to listen not only with my ears, but with my spirit (remembering that, in the Bible, “spirit” and “heart” define the essence, core, deepest self of a person).  Something mystical happened.  While we did not always understand each other’s words, we understood each other.  And a profound true connection formed and forged – “heart speaking to heart.”

El fin de semana pasado fui parte de un equipo de tres, formando personas para llegar a ser lideres of simposios, en Ciudad Obregón, México.  Hablo solamente poquito español, y yo entiendo aun menos.  Mis presentaciones y comentos fueron traducidos.  Yo luche entender tan mucho que pude cuando participantes hablaron, entiendo quizás un tercero.  Aliviar mi lucha hice una decisión muy sabio – hablar con mi boca, pero también con mi corazón; escuchar con mi orejas, pero también con mi espíritu (recordando que, en la Biblia, las palabras “espíritu” y “corazón” definen la esencia, el centro, el parte lo más profundo de una persona).  Algo misterio hizo.  Aunque nosotros no siempre entendemos las nuestras palabras uno al otro, entendemos la persona interior.  Y una conexión formada – “corazón hablando a corazón.”

As we parted tearfully, I made a quiet commitment.  Even with people who speak English, when words can dominate the exchange, I want to more intentionally speak and listen from my heart and spirit . . . to their heart and spirit . . . where communication just may become communion.  Thank you: Elizabeth, Erik, Marina, Guillermo, Ana Lucia, Elizabeth, Luis, Francis, Beatriz, Lupita, Olivia, Beatriz, Martha, Marcia, Celia and Miriam.

Cuando decimos “Adiós” llorando, me hice un compromiso quieto.  Aun con personas que hablan Ingles, cuando palabras pueden dominar la conversación, yo quiero hablar y escuchar con más intención de mi corazón y mi espíritu. . . así comunicación puede llegar a ser comunión.  Gracias: Elizabeth, Erik, Marina, Guillermo, Ana Lucia, Elizabeth, Luis, Francis, Beatriz, Lupita, Olivia, Beatriz, Martha, Marcia, Celia y Miriam.  Y lo siento por errores en español!

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THE POLITICS OF THE BROKENHEARTED (GIFT FROM PARKER PALMER, VIA CAROL, WITH GRATITUDE)

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Our Support Group has been meeting for over a quarter of a century, our present circle of five

intact for a decade.  I am unsure just “what it is” that coalesces to create the spirit

and tone, the nourishment and nurturance, the comfort and the challenge of our group – but it is

infilling and life-giving for each of us.  I trust the following vignette is not too personal.

I am no fan of Birch Bayh, but his unexpected and emotional announcement, now several weeks ago, not to seek re-election to the Senate troubled me.  If one aspires to influence our nation in a real and substantive way, what better opportunity than to become a senator?  That’s what Bayh had thought, until what is arguably a dysfunctional and broken Senate changed his mind.  I arrived at our monthly Support Group gathering unusually, uncharacteristically discouraged, my usually dauntless hopefulness badly bruised.

I could hear all that in my voice as well as my words, as I tried to share what I was feeling.  “You sound broken-hearted,” Carol said, in her typically firm and gentle way.  Even as I felt something rise to resist that word, it felt, at the same time, oddly right.  Each word I had used in my sharing was “down-pulling,” not only describing my feelings, but intensifying them.  But “broken-hearted,” for reasons I could not fathom, reversed that momentum.  It was animating and up-lifting, comforting my heart and energizing my spirit. 

Associations began to constellate in my mind.  A line from a hymn sang quietly, “sorrow and love flow mingled down.”  There is both sorrow and love in broken-heartedness.  Words of the prophet Jeremiah whispered into my mind’s ear, his words so often mingling anguish and power.  Is there empowerment in the anguish of broken-heartedness?  Watching a “rich young ruler” walking away, his grip on his wealth and power unable to yield to a higher invitation, Jesus is broken-hearted.  Seeing a people without a shepherd, without leadership and direction, he is broken-hearted again.  Three disciples unable to stay awake, another betraying him with a kiss, his prayer blood-soaked and wrenching.  And that awesome cry of forsakenness from the cross.  Does faithfulness and ultimate trust flow from broken-heartedness?

Parker’s new book will be titled “The Politics of the Brokenhearted,” Carol added, the word a gift from a colleague and friend we share in common, Parker Palmer.  Loops began to close.  Might shared broken-heartedness become unifying, even amidst our differences, healing our personal lives and our government, per chance the Senate.  An illustration came to mind: What if the Health Care Summit – more civil, it seemed to me, than the debate had been to date, but nonetheless ideologies stalemated and colliding as the day unfolded – had begun with shared broken-heartedness.  Not as a partisan ploy, an ideological tactic, but as a common starting point.  Broken-hearted that 25,000 American died last year of preventable or treatable diseases . . . broken-hearted that tens of thousands lost their homes, some exhausting their financial resources short of securing adequate medical care, many going into bankruptcy . . . broken-hearted that thousands were losing health care as fallout of the unemployment crisis . . . brokenhearted that we spend twice the percentage of our GDP on health care than nations with universal coverage, leaving thirty-five million citizens without care.

My hope, always vulnerable, is restored.  My commitment to social justice, faith-defined and biblically-rooted, has firmed.  My spirit has re-found its sturdiness and resilience.  But I have chosen to welcome broken-heartedness as a companion – a source of vision, empowering action, and grounding both vision and action in confidence that I follow a God who will “work all things together for good.”

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POLARITY, YES . . . POLARIZATION, NO! (a word for the Senate and the senators)

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Helen Kearns Goodwin’s impressive profile of Lincoln’s unlikely cabinet, Team of Rivals,

is an invitation and a challenge.  Why, in the midst of a fracturing republic, divided

over a truly divisive issue, would a president assemble, by intention, so disparate a circle

of primary advisors?  It is reported their debate was boisterous and sharp-tongued,

 verging at times on fisticuffs.  Yet, from that unlikely and rowdy team

came collective wisdom to save a nation.

Polarities are inevitable: ironically both within us and among us.  It would be convenient if I were, and you were, a neat and tidy matrix of clearly definable qualities and characteristics.  I am this, but not that.  Gracious, not brusque; compassionate, not cruel; honest, not devious; trustworthy, not deceptive.  In reality “and” more clearly captures my reality than “not.”  My inclinations and behavior ebb and flow across a spectrum, a polarity if you will – I can be gracious and brusque; trustworthy and deceptive.  I am an inevitable “mixed bag.”  As a Cherokee elder said, teaching his grandchildren by a campfire – having confessed that good and evil like fierce animals, right and wrong, generosity and greed exist, indeed fight furiously within him – “I know which will win.”  “Which?” the children eagerly asked.  “The ones I feed,” he replied. As a Buddhist would say, teaching that every possible thought, feeling and behavior resides in your “seed storehouse” – “Be careful what you water.”  My polarities yield breadth and richness; lend color and texture; flexibility and creativity to the fullness of me.  But inner polarization leads to blind self-righteousness, exaggeration of my goodness, and a dangerous denial and repression of my “darker side,” then its projection onto others.  I am at risk, or even more disturbingly those I meet are at risk, when I lay undue claim to my “positive” traits and deny my “negative” ones. 

Polarities, inevitable within us, are also inevitable among us.  Expressed with dignity and respect, or, sometimes expressed in potentially fierce and assaultive ways.  This is nowhere more evident than on the political front.

Governmental process (Senate deliberation comes particularly to mind) is enlivened by rigorous debate and robust exchange – the broadest possible spectrum of ideology and opinion heartily articulated and advocated, seasoned by collegiality and mutual regard and a common quest for truth and wisdom – until consensus is reached.  Creative polarity.  But one can argue that the present Senate is at risk of being a failed institution, where creative polarity has become destructive polarization. 

  • CREATIVE POLARITY:  Newt Gingrich and Rev. Al Sharpton (such an unlikely, yet promising duo) touring the country advocating for education reform, supporting the initiatives of Arne Duncan, Secretary of Education . . . Lindsay Graham, John Kerry and Joe Lieberman collaborating to craft an energy bill . . . Bill Clinton and George Bush partnering to advocate for Haiti in the midst of its devastation . . . Ken Starr, with clear Republican and conservative credentials, admonishing Liz Chaney for a political ad while defending the Obama Department of Justice . . . Representative John Barrasso (R/Wy), a physician, and Barack Obama have an exchange at the health care summit that could be written off by either side as “more of the same,” but which may offer a vivid snapshot of the real and heartfelt philosophical differences at play between Democrats and Republicans (with appreciation to an E. J. Dionne piece in the Washington Post)

 

  • DESTRUCTIVE POLARIZATION:  One hundred and ninety-three bills passed by the House, many with broad bi-partisan support, have been sent to the Senate there to languish unaddressed . . . incessant misrepresentation, manipulation and downright distortion of facts from both sides in the health care debate . . . ad hominum attacks (name calling, demonizing)  that assault the person to obscure focus on the position . . . sloganizing that creates or heightens fear rather than illumining issues . . . choosing partisan political agendas above legislative urgencies . . . Senate caucuses voting thoroughly, consistently, unwaveringly along party lines.

Jesus might suggest: judge not, lest ye be judged . . . beware of spotting the splinter in your opponent’s eye while a log is lodged in your own . . . by the judgment you mete out will you be judged.  John Stuart Mill urges us to listen to those we are debating, lest we miss what truth they hold that’s lacking in your own point of view.  John Hegal urged hearty debate in his classroom, but suggested that it is only when thesis engages anti-thesis (each partial and incomplete) can synthesis emerge.

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THE BEST GOVERNMENT (POLICIES, DECISIONS) MONEY CAN BUY

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Candidates for sale!  Policy positions to the highest bidder!

Executive or legislative decisions for serious contributors!  Serve a term or

two and welcome to the real money as a high end lobbyist!

Something I know about politics I learned in third grade!

My third grade teacher, Miss Roth – back in the era where flip-top desks (some with ink-wells!) were bolted to the floor in neat and orderly rows, where pull down maps and alphabets in precise penmanship poised above blackboards and dusty erasers, where students raised their hands and the Pledge of Allegiance added the line “under God” – decided we might experience a touch of democratic process if we had an election for class president.  Much to my surprise, more class clown than student, I was nominated to be one of two candidates.

Miss Roth announced we would have a “campaign” – as she worked to expand our limited glossary of political terms.  Each candidate, Richard and I, would announce a “platform” (word #2 in our election process lexicon), what we would do if elected.  I immediately proposed a five minute longer recess, just to get the ball rolling.  I was into it!  Jane and Nancy were really good at art, so I got them to make posters: Friend for President.  My dad had a collection of We Like Ike buttons and we used the reverse side of milk bottle caps to make Elect Howard disks to paste on the face.  My campaign seemed to be gaining momentum.  Victory was in sight.  It was Thursday.  The election was tomorrow.

Thursday afternoon there was a commotion just outside the front door.  Richar’s campaign workers stood by a large box – filled with candy.  Richard must have conned his brothers and sisters to fork over their entire Halloween take.  His cardboard carton overflowed.  Free candy. As much as you want.  Elect Richard for President.  After the frenzy, every student’s pocket was crammed with goodies.   And to make matters worse, where we arrived the next morning, same spot, Richard must have grabbed every stocking stuffer he’d ever gotten, no doubt conning his siblings again, the same crate overflowing with mini-puzzles and yo-yo’s, an array of playground balls and baseball cards, colorful balloons and magic tricks.  Gone in less than a minute.  Richard won the election handily.  (I later learned that Richard’s dad has contributed to the candy and toy budget).  Election finance reform was not among the phrases Miss Roth shared (that was decades away).

What’s changed since my third grade defeat?  We have the best candidates money can buy.  When lobbyists on a single bill, health care reform, outnumber legislators eight to one; when the health care insurance industry spends $34 billion on a campaign to defeat that bill; when the Supreme Court votes to protect and expand the right of corporations to finance candidates and lobby for legislation, can we have anything other than the best candidates money can buy?  When the banking industry spends $500 million on lobbyists in 2009 and the pharmaceutical industry spends $100 milllion, deftly divided almost equally between the two parties?  Making the best decisions money can buy!  Purchasing the best policies up for auction!

My good friend is recognized worldwide for his insight and wisdom on global politics and economics.  He teaches and has clients on every continent.  He is a Canadian.  Elections occur on a predictable schedule, or can be called more precipitously by the government in power, he explained to me.  But in either case, a candidate has a clearly defined season of electioneering with a specific campaign budget.  Corporate leverage is virtually non-existence. You carry out a campaign, articulate your position on issues, speak as persuasively as possible for your political philosophy, spend your budget carefully and await election results.

I have no idea, he confesses with disarming candor, how you can expect governance that serves the best interests of the people, when you have, name it for what it is, the best candidates money can buy. 

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THE POWER OF ATTITUDE – ANCIENT TRUTH (RE)DISCOVERED

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When I first heard the phrase, “you create your own reality,” I was resistant.  It sounded untrue at the least, per chance arrogant.  And there is truth in my resistance.  For some life seems (however unfairly) to follow a straight and easy course, few bumps or even detours, little adversity, minimal tragedy.  While for others one calamity follows another.  I find books like The Secret offensive, at risk of blaming life’s true victims.  But there is truth in the contention nonetheless.  Give it some thought.

For years, in a broad variety of contexts – seminary courses to adult education classes, counseling sessions to informal conversations, from pulpits to lecterns – I have suggested a formula for creative and proactive, effective and happy living: C + R = O: Circumstances plus Response yields Outcomes.  One could argue (more about that a bit later) that we have no control over circumstances, external realities, those situations in which we find ourselves.  These are “givens.”  For many: no equation, no formula.  “Que sera, sera” . . . what is, is; what will be, will be.  Make the best of it.  Be noble and stoic.  Delight when things go well; tough it out when they don’t.  As the brusque, per chance offensive bumper sticker puts it, “Shit happens.”  I must confess a quiet respect for people who appear to live nobly, resolutely, even creatively from such a perspective.

I am suggesting that how we respond to these “givens” – these circumstances that coalesce seemingly “on their own,” beyond our control – make a difference, per chance all the difference.  Our formula might expand to read: C + P + T/F + B = O: Circumstances + Perception + Thoughts and Feelings + Behavior = Outcomes.  Response, it seems to me, operates on three levels” (a) how do we choose to perceive these circumstances – are we seeing clearly, in-focus, or in blurred, distorting ways (remember the last time an oculist slid differing lenses in and out of that little carriage in front of your eyes, seeking the combination that increases or decreases clarity and focus), (b) how we choose to think and feel, processing internally, about what we perceived (among perhaps hundreds of thoughts and feelings, a “dominant attitude” edits and selects among them), and how do we choose to behave in response to our circumstances.

Perhaps the key words, the pivotal and defining words in all of this, un-highlighted by italics or quotations makes, are choose to”.  Just as we may regard circumstances as beyond our control, we could well argue that perception and thinking and feeling are their own “givens,” even behavior of limited options.  I not only believe that, but I try to live life in alignment with that belief, that “attitude does make all the difference” . . . and it’s significantly, even overwhelmingly, a matter of choice.

St. Paul, initial interpreter of Jesus’ teaching and principle architect of Christianity, one can argue, challenged us to be aware where we “set our mind” – looking to what is lovely, true, noble and honorable, putting attitude into practice, yields peace.  He encouraged a hesitant young leader to “be called to a spirit not of timidity, but strength and might.”  An Old Testament proverb states it first in the negative, “what I feared came upon me,” and then in the positive, “as you think in your heart so it will be.”

A single bedtime story is the favorite of now the third generation in our family, The Little Engine That Could,” of  “I think I can . . . I think I can . . . I think I can” fame.  The first high jumper to leap above his own height explaining his innovative, upside down approach said, “I throw my heart over the bar and my body follows.”  Or a simple experiment no matter what your age (if you live near a street with a curb): Walk twenty feet along the curb without losing your balance.  If you look at your feet, you will become anxious and teeter.  If you look ahead, you will walk with perfect, confident balance.

Like St. Paul said: try it out.  Not just walking along curbs . . . but with everyday life.

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AN OPEN LETTER TO MIR HOSSEIN MOUSAVI (COPIED TO ARCHBISHOP OSCAR ROMERO)

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They say a blog posting of more than 500 words goes largely un-read.  I’ll run that risk.  I

wish I  really could deliver this message directly and in-person to Mr. Mousavi.  He reminds me of

one of my heroes.  And heroes can inspire vision and determination, resilience and

courage, which I wish for this unlikely Iranian popular leader.

Dear Mr. Mousavi,

I do not know you personally and with media restrictions in your country none of us can know you well.  Yet I hold you in deepening respect for your clarity and courage, knowing that holding your truth and staying your course places you and your family at risk.  Ever since I first heard your story, a figure from history – halfway around the world from you and now more than a quarter century ago – keeps coming to mind.  I want to introduce you to each other.  His name is Oscar Romero, archbishop of El Salvador at the time he was martyred. 

The 1970’s in El Salvador were turbulent, a wealthy elite controlling the government and military, with substantial aid from the United States strengthening  that leverage, funding an apparatus of repression on a restless and ever more assertive peasant population.  The church was viewed as a “wild card” – with an important, often overlooked ecclesiastical reality true throughout Latin America: there were, in effect, two Roman Catholic Churches:  the official hierarchy, the priests of the large and often opulent urban churches, amply supported by the largesse of the hacienda owners and corporate class, headed by the archbishop; and, the so-called popular church, small chapels in small towns and rural areas with young, often radicalized priests, and an increasingly politicized peasant population.  Liberation Theology – biblical and theological reflection focused on the “liberating acts of God” foundational to the biblical narrative – had deep roots in El Salvador; and, Christian Base Communities were thriving – biblical reflection groups gathering in peasants’ homes who “found themselves” studying a Bible 80% of which was written from the perspective of the oppressed, the victims of injustice.  There was, at the grassroots, an awakening.

On February 23, 1977, Oscar Romero was appointed archbishop, a decision met with the blessing and delight of the landed rich and their patron government, but the disappointment and dismay of the popular church and its Marxist-influenced priests, fearful that a growing peasant community-organizing movement would lose its momentum.  Romero, known as conservative and passive, bookish and scholarly, would surely make no waves, no challenge the tightening grip of the establishment on the poor.   Less than a month after his appointment, his friend and Jesuit priest Rotulio Grande became the first of six priests to be assassinated over a two year period.  Romero is reported to have said, looking down at Grande’s bloodied body, “When I looked at Rutilio lying there dead, I thought, ‘if they have killed him for doing what he did, then I too have to walk the same path’.”

1979 was the critical and pivotal year in El Salvador:  The people took to the streets, the military and often more vicious and indiscriminate paramilitary and rightwing death squads, responded with relentless brutality, and Romero, as he stated on several occasions, “became converted by the poor.”  He began to speak out ever more frequently and boldly against poverty, school closings, press censorship, denial of public assembly, attacks on churches, and torture.  He began to develop an international reputation.  The Salvadoran government and elite were concerned.

On March 24, 1980, while celebrating mass at a small hospital chapel, Romero was killed by a single shot to the heart, just one day after a passionate sermon in the cathedral church where he had pleaded with Salvadoran soldiers, as Christians, to obey God’s higher order and to stop carrying out the government’s repressive human rights violations. 

2009 was a critical and pivotal year in El Salvador:  The story across three decades is complex, but on June 1, 2009 Carlos Mauricio Funes Cartagena took office as the newly democratically-elected president of El Salvador.  The unlikely irony is that the revolutionary movement in opposition to the ruling government in 1979, a government widely viewed as complicit in Romero’s assassination, was the Farabundo Marti National Liberation Front (FMLN) – widely viewed in the U.S. as Communist-leaning, anti- U.S., and a security threat to our country – is President Cartagena’s political party. 

In my reading about your country, and I trust I will be accurate and fair, the 1970’s were turbulent in Iran as well.  Am I remembering accurately?  Suspicious and alarmed by perceived ties to Germany during World War II, Britain and the USSR invaded your country to gain access to its railway system and subsequently replaced Reza Shah with his son, Mohammed Reza Pahlavi.  Wasn’t it 1951 when Mohammed Mossadegh was elected prime minister becoming immediately and enormously popular for his populist ideology, particularly his nationalizing of Iran’s oil fields?  How tragic (let me apologize if I may) that President Eisenhower, spurred by Britain, launched Operation Ajax, headed by Kermit Roosevelt – a relentless disinformation campaign, a massive budget to fund bribing public, religious and military leaders, and which succeeded in precipitating Mossadegh’s arrest on August 19, 1953.  Reza Pahlavi returned to power bringing rapid modernization but also swift and crushing attack on all political opposition. 

As in El Salvador (I am fascinated by the parallels) wasn’t 1979 a critical and pivotal year in your country?  Ayatollah Khomeini, imprisoned and then exiled in the mid-1960’s, led the Islamic Revolution, paralyzing the country and the economy leading to the overthrow of the Shah.  You know all too well the new constitution that yielded primary power to the Supreme Leader, an Islamic cleric, who controlled the military, the judicial system, police forces and radio, television and print media outlets.  The president, publically elected, had and still has limited and conferred powers. 

After the protracted Iraq-Iran War – in which you lost 500,000 to 1,000,000 persons, perhaps 100,000 soldiers victim of Saddam Hussein’s chemical warfare, in which my country has shameful complicity – the more pragmatic Akbar Rafsanjani and Mohammed Khatami, if I am reading history correctly, brought stability, greater freedom of expression, economic expansion, and broadened diplomatic initiatives, all without making a break from the ideology of the revolution.  The unexpected election of Mahmoud Ahmadinejad in 2005, I gather, prompted a sharp reversal of those democratizing trends, a return to hard-line policies, sparked by the incendiary rhetoric of Ahmadinejad.

Last year’s contested re-election of Ahmadinejad was widely covered by the media.  The brutal strategies of retaliation against the astoundingly massive and persistent public protests have circumvented government censorship and come to our attention.  Your courage, persistence and outspokenness and your steady encouragement of protest – as a candidate who only could only have run having been thoroughly vetted by the mullahs; viewed, like Oscar Romero, as “safe,” in alignment with the revolutionary agenda, one who, if elected, would maintain in-place policies.  Surprise!

Have you been “converted” by the people, empowered by their study witness, emboldened by their literally placing their bodies on the line?  Is there an “Oscar Romero in you”?  Your country has a legacy of pride, resilience and independence.  Speaking truth to power is hardly new for your people.  They need a leader like you.  I pray you not come to his bloody end and that change not take three decades.  Thank you for listening to my words of high regard, affirmation and encouragement.

In Solidarity and Hope,

Howard Friend

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“HOWARD, ‘SPLAIN TO ME . . . I THOUGHT DEMOCRACY WAS MAJORITY RULE . . . ‘SPLAIN TO ME THESE ‘OTHER RULES’ . . . PLEASE”

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Imagine you are in a foreign culture and you suddenly have to explain, per chance defend, “the electoral college” – its history, its intent, its operation.  Easy to get tongue-tied.  You may articulate the concept, but its logic may be more elusive.  Upon the heels of that awkward task, you are asked to offer interpretation and rationale for “filibuster.”  Yikes!  You might explain its operation, but try to convey its importance.  Forget imagination.  Here’s some real live narrative.

I am just back from a month in Mexico.  Mexicans, especially in my son’s neighborhood, love to talk politics.  Even the peasants among them are alert and well-read, perceptive and inquiring.  And they just love to challenge North Americans.  Conversations over cervezas or a good tequila are predictably lively.  My exchanges with Jose, who lives next door, are always particularly vigorous.  He loves to ply me with a probing question, roll his eyes, and break into a mischievous grin.  A recent question resonated clearly, indeed awkwardly, with another from a decade ago.

 

Rewind ten years: Gore v. Bush

The extended presidential election process between Al Gore and George W. Bush, had recently, finally, per chance unfortunately been settled      . . .  by the Supreme Court rather than the ballot box.  “Howard, ‘splain this to me,” Jose pleaded (our robust exchanges are in what we affectionately call “spanglish,” his English on a rough par with my Spanish, neither close to fluent).  “Mr. Gore got the most votes, but Mr. Bush won the election.  ‘Splain to me, please.  I thought in democracy majority rules”

I tried to ‘splain the electoral college the best I could, his perplexed look mirroring my own struggle with what seemed an arcane and dated and, as my fumbling search for words revealed, distorting provision in our electoral law.  He was quick to admit that it is not uncommon in Mexico, as they put it, “to win the election but lose the count.”  But this was different, he sensed – accurately, I think.  Bottom line.  My country’s commitment to democracy had just exercised a procedure by which “minority ruled.”

In the years since, when occasions arise, Jose has not passed up opportunity to re-visit what remained an odd and seemingly unjust electoral procedure . . . “Howard, one more time, ‘splain to me.  Mr. Gore won the election.  Mr. Bush is president.  ‘Splain to me.”

 

Fast forward ten years: Senate voting procedures

Mexicans have been fascinated by the health care reform debate in the U.S.  Like the vast majority of developed nations (Mexico on the fringe of that demographic category) the irony of a system that spends per capita, or as percentage of GNP, more than any nation on earth yet delivers health care to its population so unevenly is an enigma.  That private insurance companies make billions of dollars in annual profit, can refuse coverage at their discretion, can deny policies to anyone with a pre-existing condition, have primary decision-making about financial re-imbursement is utter mystery to Mexicans.  That millions of people have no coverage at all; that people die for inability to afford life-saving, disease-combating treatment or medication; or that thousands of people are forced into bankruptcy by medical bills they cannot pay astounds them.  Jose made me most uncomfortable when he asked a most probing question, “Doesn’t this embarrass you, as an American?”  I am not given to sheepishness, but my stammering response felt for all the world like embarrassment.

He caught me by surprise with how current with the Senate’s deliberations he was.  “Howard, ‘splain to me.  Fifty-nine senators agree on a reform plan, while forty-one are in opposition.  The plan is defeated!  What happened to democracy, to majority rule?  And ‘splain to me this ‘filibuster’ thing, please.”  I gave it a good try, blowing dust off memories of my college political science course, gathering what I have learned from the more recent debate.  Jose interrupted.  “How can your government function if you need 60% of the vote to do anything?  Won’t it stop working?”

“I think maybe it already has!” I found myself reply. 

 

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HEALING WOUNDS OF WHAT DID NOT HAPPEN — BUT COULD HAVE

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The title may seem confusing and this initial explanation may or may not help.  Tragedy, loss, crisis, trauma of any kind, particularly death are wounding.  In their wake there is need for healing.  But what of tragedy or trauma that could have happened . . . but did not?  You await biopsy results with the worst medical news a possibility – imagining the possibility of a dire outcome.  Even with the relief of good news, is there emotional wounding nonetheless?  Time passes slowly anticipating news from the surgeon of the outcome of a life-threatening procedure on a family member, your mind inevitably contemplating the worst, even as you hope and pray for a successful result.  You sigh with relief with word that all went well, but is there, nevertheless, emotional wounding?  My own personal experience, which caught me by some surprise, suggests a clear yes to this question.

As a pastor and psychotherapist, I have sat on numerous occasions with anxious parishioners awaiting a phone call that could bring unwelcome, even disastrous news.  I have watched with friends the hands on the clock in a surgical waiting room move very slowly, awaiting the surgeon’s entrance with news of how it went.  I have heard sighs of relief – “your tumor is benign” . . . “everything went just beautifully.”  And groans of despair – “your wife has four to six months to live” . . . “we did everything that we could, but we could not save him.”

When the news is tragic, earth-shattering, life-changing, and clearly wounding – whether as pastor or friend – you tend to the healing work to be done.  You “weep with those who weep” . . . you “bear one another’s burden” . . . you are “there” to offer compassion, consolation, a loving touch, whatever you can to encourage and hasten that healing.  When the news is good news, you breathe your own sigh of relief, share words of thankfulness, you “rejoice with those who rejoice.”  But is there also healing work to be done?

I speak not as a pastor or friend this time – but as father to my son, father-in-law to my daughter-in-law, grandfather to my grandsons.  At supper we got a call from our son in Mexico of serious complications following his wife’s (what we thought was a routine) medical procedure of the day before, and that she being prepared for emergency surgery.  My wife and I sat in stunned silence for three hours, awaiting his call with how it went.  My imagination – understandably, inevitably – anticipated in advance the ring of the phone and the voice of our son: “everything went well and she will be fine” . . . “dad and mom, she didn’t make it.”  Even as we waited, tears welled up as our minds ricocheted across that awesome spectrum of possibilities.  The call came.  Cautious optimism.  We flew to Mexico on the earliest morning flight. There were three more major surgeries, three anxious stints in the hospital waiting room, now all three of us together.  The surgeons later reported that “we almost lost her” in one of those surgeries.  I am thankful to report that Griselda is getting stronger every day, en route to a full recovery.

During our month’s stay, living this often anguished narrative together, even as the imagined worst outcome receded, as relief and thankfulness were welcomed, some deep wounding remained – which felt for all the world like grieving.  When we began to speak out loud with each other about it, we found common ground.  Griselda had not died – but she could have?  And the “could have” had deeply impacted us, the “imagined, though never real” had wounded us.  We found ourselves needing to “grieve the loss only imagined . . . but yet very real.”

Psychologists suggest that “unfinished grieving” of tragedy, loss, trauma and death experienced is common and, while it remains unfinished, is life-limiting, life-diminishing.  Might there be similar “unfinished grieving” to tragedy, loss, trauma and death that did not happen . . . but could have?  May I invite you to give that some thought?

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BACK FROM MEDICAL LEAVE . . . . . . . MY DAUGHTER-IN-LAW’S

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For those who may be regular visitors to my blog, you’ve noticed an unusually long absence. Some of you may know through other sources the reason why. After an initial surgical procedure, non-invasive with an anticipated short and easy recuperation, our daughter-in-law, who lives with our son and our two grandsons in Cuernavaca, Mexico, developed serious, life-threatening complications that demanded four major surgeries in less than four weeks. “We almost lost her,” the surgeon confessed, after the first operation. Later today she is scheduled to return home. Betsy and I have been “holding the fort” – shopping and preparing meals, getting a seven and eight year old to and from school, supporting our son and visiting his wife in the hospital. We are physically and emotionally spent. But deeply thankful that she will return home today. Thank you for your patience. The “wheels are turning” afresh, so renew your discipline of checking in at this blog site . . . and sharing your responses. Just below is my first post-leave posting.

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