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Thursday, November 21, 2019

An Online Discussion on Trump and Holiness


It all started, like most do, with a Facebook post.

"FLASHBACK, 2018" was its headline.  "Joe Biden Brags At CFR Meeting About Withholding Aid To Ukraine To Force Firing Of Prosecutor".

During our current contentions over the impeachment proceedings against President Trump, this article on RealClearPolitics.com attempted to provide a red herring to give the impression that while he was vice president, Joe Biden tried to do the same thing Democrats now accuse Trump of doing.  Except, of course, they aren't the same things in reality.  Biden the Vice President was simply conducting foreign policy without any expectation of personal benefit; he was acting on behalf of the American people.  Ostensibly, anyway.  On the other hand, Trump was pursuing his own personal political agenda.  There is a difference.  I will admit that I'm not sure if the difference is worth impeachment, but so much misinformation and outright obfuscation of facts is being disseminated about this case, I see a lot of folks jumping on bandwagons whose wheels are made of hot air.

So, those of you who know me well enough won't be surprised that I felt compelled to chime in and provide a rebuttal to this obviously misleading post.  What follows now is the bulk of a long string of comments sparked by my first observation.  And this isn't even everything that was discussed in our rambling string - I've omitted parts of it that veered off-topic, and an even more contentious part that continued between other participants long after I dropped out of it.

From what I can tell, all of the commentators, along with my friend who originally posted the link, claim to be Christ-followers.  But aside from that, we obviously have very different perspectives on how Christians are to function in the civic sphere.  And that troubles me deeply.

This was my first comment:  The current impeachment debate IS NOT whether it's OK to withhold state aid from a country that does or doesn't do stuff we want them to do. What's being debated is whether Trump threatened to withhold aid TO BENEFIT HIMSELF politically.

Pam: Actually, the two ARE related. It shows a double standard. Democrats have done and said MANY questionable things, yet they get a pass.

Me:  When do Democrats "get a pass"? Such partisan bickering is meaningless.

Pam:  Hillary or Biden and Obama have done worse things than just suggest an investigation and yet have not been put in the slammer. That’s a pass.

Me:  Trump isn't headed to any slammer either.

Pam:  The media never put Hillary or Obama through the wringer like they have with Trump. Obama was the worst and he was treated like a king.

Me:  With all due respect, one of the things I was hoping Trump would do was to follow-through on his pledge to re-investigate Hillary. But he wimped-out royally. I don't know how Obama was "worse", but my point remains - there's more than enough tit-for-tat between Democrats and Republicans - it's just that right now, the GOP doesn't like being in the hot seat.

Pam:  True. No hot seats would be better. If both sides could chill and enjoy the good economy it’d be better.

Me (in retrospect, I could have seized upon this rare point of agreement, and shut up.  But, alas, I did not):  True, but even a good economy isn't the mark of a good leader. It's not all about money. As a Christ-follower I believe it's a mistake to let Biblical teachings slide as long as we like the economy. Things have gotten so partisan it's easy to forget God has bigger purposes for us than good employment.

James:  Trump is absolutely going to prison, but nobody will indict him while he's president. That's why it's so important to him to win the next election.

Scott:  Trump will be re-elected and Democrats know it. That is why they are trying to impeach him. If they thought they had a chance of winning the Presidency they would not be trying to impeach him.

Pam:  Tim, which Bible teachings do you think have been sliding?? The first thing that comes to my mind is liberals push to marginalize Christians and their businesses; advocating for abortion etc etc. Those are definitely anti-Biblical policies that Republicans are NOT letting slide.

Me:  If I have to point out Bible passages to prove why Trump is unfit for office then Facebook is not a good medium for our conversation! ;-)

Rita:  Pam, we should not be surprised that evil exists in our world, but let's not broadly equate the sins committed by others as persecution of Christians.

Pam:  Some Christians in the US certainly are persecuted—maybe not physically, but legally and in the media. You must be choosing to ignore some very high profile cases in the news. I never compared it to the physical persecution of Christians in some other countries, but it certainly is persecution. Their jobs and livelihoods were ruined for no other reason than hatred of their religion and religious views.

Me:  Regarding persecution in the US, I presume that many of the folks on this string are cross-cultural missionaries to various parts of the world, so they have likely seen genuine persecution around the globe. Compared to our brothers and sisters in Christ who at this very moment are being tortured for Christ's sake in North Korea, China, and elsewhere, I doubt even the Colorado baker would take their mantle upon himself. In the US, from what I've seen, a lot of Christians bring negative media attention upon themselves with their own attitudes about different people groups. We are to speak the truth in love, and while we often do the first part well, we fail miserably at the second part. Additionally, with the legal structure we enjoy in our country, simply having a law come down "against" you can't necessarily be interpreted as "persecution" since we usually have appellate systems at our disposal to pursue further dialog.

Pam:  I never said it was exactly the same. But it is persecution of a sort cause it’s motivated by nothing more than hatred.

Me:  Yes, it is both unfortunate and dangerous for religious freedom in the US for the gay marriage lobby to continue picking on this small business, the Colorado cake baker. But gay marriage is not exclusively an orthodox Christian sin, it's also something many non-Christians, Muslims, and Jews disavow. That is why this is a legal challenge, but it is not classic persecution for following Christ. Still, during this battle, Christ-followers need to remember that our witness to the gay lobby needs to be above reproach.

Gary:  I would like to see your reasons why Trump is Biblically unfit for office.

Me:  Good grief!
1. He loves money.
2. He loves power.
3. He's consumed by his self-aggrandizement.
4. He's a serial adulterer.
5. He's talked in vulgar terms about his own daughter.
6. He's a serial bankruptcy case.
7. He lies incessantly
8. He's a bully
9. He's a misogynist
10. He's mocked the handicapped
11. He says he's nothing to confess to God (which means he's not saved)
12. He has vulgar language
13. He displays none of the Fruit of the Spirit
Shall I go on?

Pam:  Some of those are your view, some are exaggerations and some are just not true. For instance the thing about mocking the handicapped is not true—he did not know anything about his handicap and was just making fun of him with a motion he uses. They say 80% of men cheat, doesn’t make it right but many of the traits you mention could be anyone, including other politicians. Have you never read about past Presidents either? I agree that I wish we could have a well mannered person in the presidency, but then we elect someone who we think will best do the job. The job being running our country, not being a preacher. Different qualifications. I certainly didn’t see any better choice on the ballot. Please not Hillary or Biden! Sanders and Warren would ruin us financially.

Me:  None are exaggerations. They are all true. It is a lie that Trump did not know the reporter was handicapped. You have been fed partisan propaganda from Drudge and Rush. And you continue to want to argue that somebody like Trump is worth supporting. You compare people against other people, when we should be comparing against God's standards. And we wonder why the church today is losing its influence.

Pam:  And just WHO do you think was so wonderful by Gods standards that was on the ballot??? Since I don’t listen to or read Rush or Drudge, that inference of yours gets a gong. Frankly, it sounds like you think you are perfect and all of your points and comments are perfect. ?. I have never said Trump was perfect, but I also know that all the media says is not either. And I can agree with his and most of the Republican policies. I compare it to a number of school administrators that I worked under who had terrible personal lives, etc., but were great administrators so I had no problem working under and with them. Again, WHO do you think would’ve been a better choice that was even a contender?

Me:  This past election, I voted for Scott Cubbler, a pro-life evangelical Republican living in the Houston area. I believe we need to honor God with our vote, and not vote based on whether the person for whom we vote will win. God is the One who installs leaders - He is sovereign and omnipotent. We cannot let the media or political parties tell us how to vote.

Pam:  Cubbler was a write-in? Maybe it made you feel better, but he never had a chance, so statistically you were wasting your vote. We don’t vote to honor! We vote to do our civic duty and try to elect someone to do a job. Certainly we shouldn’t let the media or parties influence us, but we still need to make the best choice of those given. A non-winner does no good.

Gary:  That's great - you prayerfully voted your conscience.  But how'd that strategy work out for Cubbler?  He didn't even move the needle.

Me:  Cubbler was on the ballot in 6 states; his strategy was to try and trigger an electoral college re-count. Your perspective is a common one derived from a misleading understanding of how Christ expects us to behave at the ballot box. Do you agree that God is the One Who ultimately ordains any leader? Do you agree that our chief purpose as a Christ-follower is to glorify God? We have the luxury of voting for leaders in the US, but the world's notion is to strategize for a winner. Christ followers have a higher responsibility, and that is to honor God with our vote. Winning isn't the end result; whether we seek to honor God is! Do you agree that God looks at our hearts more than our actions? He doesn't need us to "win" an election for Him. But He WANTS us to make choices that show we trust in Him.

Pam:  Your views are noble, but I believe misguided. Obviously do what you want; I will conduct my votes as I feel is wise. Your Cubbler didn’t affect the election in any way.

Me:  Perhaps I haven't made myself clear enough: I don't believe it's up to us to "win" at the polls. Christ-followers need to honor God by voting for people whose leadership qualities God characterizes as honorable. Nowhere in the Bible does God call us to win elections - that is a partisan notion that does not account for God's sovereignty. I knew Cubbler wouldn't win the election, but voting for him, I can still advocate for morality in our society. Folks who support Trump have lost all credibility when it comes to morality - and that's what the Devil was hoping for. So you won the battle, but you're losing the political war.

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PS - all the names, except for mine, have been changed

Monday, August 5, 2019

Is This America's Outer Limits?


Have we begun to breach the outer limits of this grand experiment called "America"?

By most metrics, these United States have enjoyed a stellar run at being history's grandest, wealthiest, and most robust sociopolitical unit.  Yet despite having achieved dominance in virtually every significant way, we seem to be coming apart at the seams.

The most recent and obvious of these fractures has been our epidemic of mass shootings, such as the two from this past weekend.  Now, as has become de rigueur, our aftermath devolves into bickering over gun laws, and blaming President Trump's incessant xenophobia for fomenting much of our national angst.

Yet partisanship can't even contain itself.  Liberalism isn't without its excesses, as strident petulance from "the squad" has resulted in - surprise! - calls for restraint among Democrats.  Political divisions seem to be racing ever harder towards the polar opposites of our supposedly "united" states.

Have we become so pluralistic a society that we can't stand it anymore?  Just about every nationality, culture, language, religion, ethnicity, skin color, and political ideology is represented here, making America the most diverse concentration of peoples, ambitions, and worldviews this planet has ever known.  Debates over illegal immigration and racism aside, at least officially, the United States has become what it is today by an epic migration of folks from across the globe, and our Constitution has allowed most of us to say and think whatever we want, and rally others to the causes each of us holds dear.  Some folks think America is a very restrictive place, but those folks don't understand how tolerant America has generally become.

But how far can diversity go before it becomes detrimental?  Obviously, although America is technically open to all, many Americans don't want "all" to come, or to be here in the first place.  Racism has always been a problem here, and in many corners of our country, has been simmering under the guise of political correctness for years.  Pressures are mounting from several sides regarding how open America should be to specific people groups.  Our economy has been built on subgroups of employees who undermine the payscale for legal workers.  Religion has warped many peoples' view of our country's role in geopolitical affairs.  Our populace has never been more highly educated, yet miserly partisanship, empty rhetoric, and plain old fear still drives many decisions and policies.

People who have stuff have worked so hard for it, they tend to hoard it.  People who don't have stuff tend to envy those who do.  And both sides seethe with contempt of the other.  The poor are seen as lazy, and the rich as oppressive.  All while the size of America's middle class - for a brief time in our nation's history, its one moderating faction - is shrinking.

We don't trust others who aren't like us.  A percentage of Americans elected a president who validates our fears and contempt because he models them himself from the vaunted venue of our Oval Office.  Critics chirp away at how self-aggrandizing President Trump is, yet most liberals simply want a leader who will rule just as cavalierly, just with a different template of prejudiced motives and preferences.  Very few folks seek the common good anymore - they seek acceptance for their personal desires and beliefs.  We keep calling it independence, but it's really a brittle form of individualism.

We figure laws will protect us and our viewpoints.  We figure walls will protect our families and our toys.  We figure acerbic rhetoric will shame others into approving what we like and want.  And a few of us will simply grab a gun and try to force our will on others.

Shucks, it's not even like some conservatives see mass shootings as so much of a threat as is tinkering with the Constitution's presumed protections for gun ownership.  Conservatives like to advocate against abortion, ostensibly to protect the unborn who wouldn't otherwise have a voice in society.  But I wonder how many folks facing imminent death at the hands of a mass shooter have a fleeting regret - "I wish these guys didn't have such easy access to assault rifles!"  Why can't conservatives advocate on behalf of folks whose voice in our society is about to be extinguished in yet another mass shooting?

Maybe the altruists have been wrong.  Maybe we can't all literally blend in and get along.  Maybe diversity can only go so far.  Maybe selfish devices cannot be welded together for civic benefit.  So who gets to determine our priorities and direction? 

I could offer up a helpful hint, but even many evangelical Christians aren't eager to go along with it.


Wednesday, February 20, 2019

Restoring Credibility to Evangelicalism


Hear - here! - the very words of our holy and righteous Father God, as He instructs His prophet, Isaiah, on what to tell His people.  Our Bibles reference this passage as Isaiah 58:


“Shout it aloud, do not hold back.  Raise your voice like a trumpet. Declare to My people their rebellionand to the descendants of Jacob their sins.  For day after day they seek Me out;they seem eager to know My ways,as if they were a nation that does what is rightand has not forsaken the commands of its God. They ask Me for just decisionsand seem eager for God to come near them.

"‘Why have we fasted,’ they say,‘and You have not seen it? Why have we humbled ourselves,and You have not noticed?’

“Yet on the day of your fasting, you do as you pleaseand exploit all your workers.  Your fasting ends in quarreling and strife,and in striking each other with wicked fists. You cannot fast as you do todayand expect your voice to be heard on high.  Is this the kind of fast I have chosen,only a day for people to humble themselves? Is it only for bowing one’s head like a reedand for lying in sackcloth and ashes? Is that what you call a fast,a day acceptable to the Lord?

“Is not this the kind of fasting I have chosen:to loose the chains of injusticeand untie the cords of the yoke,to set the oppressed freeand break every yoke?  Is it not to share your food with the hungryand to provide the poor wanderer with shelter—when you see the naked, to clothe them,and not to turn away from your own flesh and blood?  Then your light will break forth like the dawn,and your healing will quickly appear;then your righteousness will go before you,and the glory of the Lord will be your rear guard.  Then you will call, and the Lord will answer;you will cry for help, and He will say: Here am I.

“If you do away with the yoke of oppression,with the pointing finger and malicious talk, and if you spend yourselves in behalf of the hungryand satisfy the needs of the oppressed,then your light will rise in the darkness,and your night will become like the noonday.  The Lord will guide you always; He will satisfy your needs in a sun-scorched landand will strengthen your frame.  You will be like a well-watered garden,like a spring whose waters never fail.  Your people will rebuild the ancient ruinsand will raise up the age-old foundations;you will be called Repairer of Broken Walls,Restorer of Streets with Dwellings.

“If you keep your feet from breaking the Sabbathand from doing as you please on My holy day,if you call the Sabbath a delightand the Lord’s holy day honorable,and if you honor it by not going your own wayand not doing as you please or speaking idle words, then you will find your joy in the Lord,and I will cause you to ride in triumph on the heights of the landand to feast on the inheritance of your father Jacob.”

For the mouth of the Lord has spoken.

Thanks be to God!  Amen.

Monday, September 17, 2018

Feinstein Feigns Angst While Abusing Victim


Knowing next to nothing about the inner workings of the Supreme Court, I can't render a valid verdict on whether Brett Kavanaugh will literally be the best pick to replace Anthony Kennedy.  But he's been widely praised across the political spectrum by folks who both value conservative ideals and those who don't, but who understand a Republican president isn't going to nominate a left-winger.

He at least meets - if not exceeds - all of the basic qualifications.  Which has left his opponents little else in the way of discrediting him except the tired old partisan shill, particularly when it comes to their desire for women to claim an advantage over men - in the form of ending life in the womb.  If a man were to do that, it would be a crime, but for a woman to do it is seen practically in heroic terms.

But the replacement of Justice Kennedy isn't about abortion anymore.  It has disintegrated into a charade of liberal duplicity regarding the much-lauded "Me Too" movement.

Unfortunately for our country, the Senate hearings for Kavanaugh's nomination process started off with a circus of cacophony, from indiscreet hecklers in the audience to indiscreet hecklers among the senators themselves.  The incivility and blatant rudeness into which Washington has descended, whether lubricated by President Donald Trump's own belligerence or not, represents a sad fact of life in our bitterly divided United States.  Whether elected or part of the electorate, many of us hold decorum in contempt, and due process as intolerable.

Still, the new depths to which our public discourse keeps sinking can be unnerving.

Witness the salaciousness with which Democrats have trotted out a woman who was allegedly attacked sexually by Kavanaugh.  When they were in high school.  And they had both been drinking.

Not that the fact that both of them were drinking is an excuse.  For all of the right-wing chuckling over President Trump's many, many adulterous relationships, "no" still does mean "no."  And, perhaps surprisingly, nobody in Trump's cabinet today is saying that Kavanaugh's accuser shouldn't be heard.

But the thing is:  Kavanaugh's accuser first approached Democrats with her allegations in July.  Two months ago.  Last week, somebody "leaked" her story to the media, and the alleged victim publicly identified herself through the Washington Post yesterday.

So now, we have Dianne Feinstein, one of the most ardent voices for women's rights, using an accusation of attempted rape as a political ploy in a dramatic theater of the obstructionist.  Two months ago, Feinstein didn't run to the FBI with this story, eager to claim a virtuous justice for the alleged victim.

No.  This claim of sexual assault could wait just a little while longer, to be used not as an instrument of psychological redemption for the purported victim.  Or as a long-deserved battle for justice.  But a last-minute tactic during a confirmation hearing for which Democrats were running out of mechanisms for stalling.

So when is an attempted rape a crime?  Apparently when it's politically expedient.

What a sordid notion for Democrats to contrive.

Of course, die-hard liberals would say that this alleged victim is the sacrificial lamb being laid on the altar of broader objectives in the fight for women's rights, which liberals believe will be eviscerated at the hands of Kavanaugh.

When the alleged victim first told her story to a politician, in early July of this year, it was to her California congresswoman, Democrat Anna Eshoo.  Eshoo eventually told Feinstein, towards the end of July, but the alleged victim wanted secrecy.  She'd already been to private counseling for the matter years earlier, and in 2012, she'd mentioned to her husband that she was worried that Kavanaugh might one day make it to the Supreme Court.  Last month, the alleged victim had a former FBI official run a polygraph test on her, which indicated she was being truthful in her accusations. 

So this isn't something some Democrat elites cooked up at the last minute.  But it was something Democrats decided was worth voiding their pact of secrecy.  After all, it wasn't until this story was leaked that the alleged victim allowed the Post to name her, claiming that if her identity was going to be forcibly attached to this story, she wanted to be the one to tell it.

As is typical of such sordid allegations, this is mostly a "she said - he said" scenario, the kind that are notoriously difficult to prove one way or the other.  Which is probably one reason why the alleged victim never came forward earlier.

And, again, there has been no indication today from the White House than an investigation into the claims being made against Kavanaugh will be opposed, although it sounds like there's little to investigate.  So much time has elapsed, there is no physical evidence, and memories are now clouded with the advancement of age.

What the Democrats have done, though, is such a disgrace to the alleged victim.  She wanted privacy, so why couldn't her allegations have been introduced with that privacy?  Why did they have to be leaked?  The only reason can be because Feinstein really doesn't value victims rights, even for women.  For Feinstein, alleged rape is just another tool for a politician to use.

"There's a lot of information we don't know," claimed Feinstein this weekend, "and the FBI should have the time it needs to investigate this new material."

Balderdash.  The FBI could have been working on this in July, two months ago.

And liberals are worried about Kavanaugh?

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Wednesday, August 15, 2018

In Texas, Persons' Places a Thang

Downtown Fort Worth, one of my favorite Texas places, during an antique car show


Imagine being the first person to discover a place. 

Nobody reading this blog has discovered a geographic place.  Our planet is fully explored and mapped, often by successive waves of explorers, mariners, land surveyors, government agents, migrants, and indigenous tribespeople. 

Indeed, for most Europeans who emigrated to America, starting with the Spanish explorer Juan Ponce de Leon, who landed in Florida in 1513, the discoveries they chronicled weren't firsts for humankind.  They were discoveries for Europeans.  Indeed, our continent was already inhabited - albeit sparsely - by other people groups.  We forget that before Europeans arrived, with written languages (and financial sponsors back in the Old Country who expected the explorations they were funding to be fully documented), the people we consider indigenous to the United States already had discovered many of the places the white-faced settlers claimed.

Unfortunately for the Native Americans, however, their experiences didn't count back then, and while a lot of their names for places remain with us to this day, history is written by the victors.  Which means white folks ended up taking credit for finding - and naming - most of the places where we live.

Because when you discover someplace, one of the first things you do is name it, right?

I'm not white-bashing here; I'm just pointing out that a lot of people have gone to a lot of places before us, and historically, politically, and socially, a lot of water has passed under the proverbial bridge of exploration.  A place is really only ever "discovered" once, but other people can lay claim to discovering that place if prior discoveries aren't sufficiently established.

Which brings me to present-day Texas, where I live, and which is home to one of the most diverse geographies of any state in America.We have lush tropical-like beaches lining the Gulf of Mexico, dense pine forests in the Piney Woods of east Texas, plus vast expanses of average scrubland, flat prairies, and finally, before you get to New Mexico, the impressive Davis Mountains.

All these places were discovered over centuries of exploration and settlement by Native Americans, Mexicans, and Europeans.Some of the Native American and Mexican names have stuck, while many more places have been named by Europeans either trying to honor themselves, or someplace in their home country or culture.  Texas has particular regions dominated by Germans and Czechs, for example, so some names reflect that heritage.

After living in the Lone Star State all these years, I've made a discovery of my own - and it's the discovery of how charismatic the names of some of this state's places are.  Some seem downright Texan, as if they belong nowhere else but here.  Some seem to portray a characteristic of Texas, such as its tendency for boastfulness and flash, or rustic romance, or even how plain and unremarkable much of the state's topography can be.  Some are stereotypical Western, almost as if they were named by a Hollywood producer. 

Some, like Uncertain (in Harrison County), and Cut and Shoot (in Montgomery County) seem simply dumb.  Located in the far eastern side of Texas, Uncertain is on Caddo Lake, which is the only natural lake in the state.  It's a small town, numbering all of 94 people as of 2010.  Apparently, when settlers went to incorporate the place, they couldn't decide on a name, so they filled out the state paperwork with "uncertain" in the space for the town's name.  So when the state approved the town's charter... you can see how a lack of planning doesn't lead to much, considering the place never grew very much either.  Besides, it's only half a square mile in size, and a lot of that is water.

Cut and Shoot is officially one of the newest towns in Texas, incorporated in 1969 north of Houston.  But its history extends as far back as 1912, when two opposing religious factions in the area argued over access to a meeting house so fiercely that an 8-year-old boy reputedly wailed, "I'm scared!  I'm going to cut around the corner and shoot through the bushes in a minute!"

Mostly, however, these places have names that seem strangely pleasing to the ear, and maybe even to the mouth, while speaking it.  And you have to speak the names with a Texas accent, which - just so you know - tends to drawl a bit.  Whiteright, for example, was named for the New York City financier who purchased the land for it from a nearby railroad, but Texans don't say it the way the man's family back East would have said it.  "Whatt-raht," with only a brief touch of the t's, is the proper Texas way of saying it.

So, without further ado, see what you think about some of these favorites of mine:


Bastrop

Boerne - (Texans pronounce it "burn" - it's one of the German towns I mentioned)

Burkburnett

Clute

Comfort

Cotulla - (with a long U)

Doss

Electra
- (sounds like a fine name for the town of an oil tycoon, which it is - kinda.  The celebrated rancher WT Waggoner was drilling wells in scrubland near Wichita Falls, looking for water for his cattle.  Yet he's quoted as complaining that all his wells hit were oil, not water!  Electra was his daughter's name, but she never actually lived in the town.)

Estelline

Falfurrias

Fluvanna

Freer - (pronounced with a Texas drawl as a one-syllable word, not "free-er")

Goliad

Grit

Gun Barrel City

Jolly

Kendalia

Langtry

Levelland- (out in the middle of nowhere, west of Lubbock in the Texas Panhandle, where the "land" really is "level".  Texans pronounce it "LEV-ul-lan")

Loving- (somehow, I can't picture any town in New York State being named such a romantic word)

Luckenbach

Luling

Marfa

Maydelle

Monahans

Montague- (Texans pronounce it "MON-taeg")

Muleshoe

Ponder

Refugio

Ruidosa- (Texans pronounce it "Ree-ah-DO-sa")

Rusk

Shiner - (home of a famous alcoholic beverage, and one of the Czech communities I mentioned)

Tom Bean - (named after a wealthy landowner, Thomas Bean, who obviously thought "Beanville" or "Beantown" weren't suitable for his legacy.  Texans pronounce it "tomBANE" with no space between first name and last name)

Uvalde

Van Alstyne

Vidor - (Texans pronounce it "VAH-der")

Witharral

Ziler

As a bonus, I'll also add the county name of Deaf Smith, located in the barrens of Texas' Panhandle.  The name honors Erastus Smith, whose nickname was "Deaf" because he partially was.  Older generations of Texans pronounced it "DEEF," but not anymore.  "Deaf" Smith was born in New York State, but eventually found his way to Texas, serving as a soldier in the Texas Revolution, and one of the first Anglos to reach the Alamo after it fell to the Mexicans.  "Deaf" himself was not racist, marrying a Hispanic woman despite the political disputes between Texas and Mexicans at the time.  One of "Deaf's" daughters also married a free black man, who served with him in the Texas Revolution.

Purty inneresting, ain't it?  Considerin' all the sociopolitical rancor we like to mess with these days.
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Wednesday, July 18, 2018

Rae Ann, David's Bear


During her career at Chase Bank, Rae Ann didn't handle any account worth less than a million dollars.

One evening, she called her husband, David, from her office to say that the FBI had just shown up, needing her to run numbers on an account whose owner the federal government wanted to prosecute.  So who knew when she'd get home.

That's the type of job she had.

When I met Rae Ann, however, her proficiency with numbers extended to babbling "one-one-one-one-one" or "one-two-one-two-one-two."  You see, I met Rae Ann at Autumn Leaves, the dementia care facility where we'd had to place my father.

Just before David placed Rae Ann at Autumn Leaves, he'd had her brain tested, and it was functioning at the level of a two-year-old's.

David and Rae Ann lived simply, and they never had children.  Theirs was the second marriage for both of them, and while each of them had good jobs that required considerable responsibility, they were never big wage earners.  Still, they'd managed to amass a small fortune that should have ensured that they'd enjoy a comfortable and secure retirement.  But Rae Ann developed early-onset dementia, forcing her to retire early from Chase Bank.  And when she died early this morning, at Autumn Leaves, the sizable retirement portfolio she and David had built had been depleted to several thousand dollars.

All the rest - including vacation property in Maine that David sold a couple of years ago - ended up paying for her dementia care.

David died over a year ago, after his COPD flared up.  He'd quit smoking years before, but after he was forced to place Rae Ann in Autumn Leaves, his mother suffered a debilitating stroke and soon died.  As his wife's condition continued to deteriorate, the stress wreaked havoc on David, and he went back to smoking, even though he kept denying it to anybody who'd ask.  His own death was quick and relatively painful; quite unlike his wife's death, which was slow and, in her final days, quiet and as pain-free as her hospice nurses could make it.

On his deathbed - literally - my mother and I promised David that we'd continue to look after his dear wife, the woman he affectionately called his "Bear."  Her extended family lives in Maine and Florida, and David's only surviving relative, his brother, was struggling with his own cancer treatments at the time.  Fortunately, David's brother eventually managed to beat his cancer, and along with his wife, they moved to Arlington from Mississippi so they could be closer to better cancer care if he needed it in the future.  Along with one of Rae Ann's brothers in Maine who served as her medical power of attorney, David's brother and sister-in-law monitored Rae Ann's daily care until the end.  And Mom and I visited her at least once a week, like we promised her husband we would.

Although... it was quite weird for us to realize that, because of her dementia, she never knew she had become a widow.

When Mom and I first toured Autumn Leaves, as we prepared to place Dad there, Mom says she was in such a daze, she doesn't remember it.  But we met Rae Ann during that tour, as one of the managers was showing us the facility's airy craft room, and explaining how all of the artwork on the walls had been done by former residents.  Rae Ann, who at the time still sported what I'd call a "normal" hairstyle, wore clean clothes, and properly-applied fingernail polish, wandered into the craft room, silently listening to the manager, and nodding her head in an inquisitive cadence.  At first, I thought she was the family member of another resident there.  She wore a bright shirt with "Maine" on it, something I particularly noticed since my Mom is originally from there.

It wasn't until the manager took Mom and me from the craft room and down another hallway - with Rae Ann still shuffling along behind us! - that I realized she was a resident.

Back then, David usually fed her at mealtimes, so her clothes weren't marked by spilled food.  If you've ever seen a dementia patient eat, you know it can be a messy process.  Rae Ann didn't really need to be fed until about a year ago, but David wanted to spend as much time with her as possible, and he wasn't bothered by the chaos that can easily overtake a dining room full of dementia patients.  Mom and I, on the other hand, couldn't bear to watch Dad eat, so I'd usually place him at David and Rae Ann's table before we left.

She'd led a proper and well-mannered life before dementia set in, as you'd expect from an accountant at a bank.  Rae Ann quilted, crocheted, and sewed in her spare time - all hobbies that bespeak a congenial temperament of precision and disciplined creativity.  In fact, when her brother-in-law and sister-in-law cleaned out their house after David died, they contacted a church group known for its knitting circle to come and clear out a bedroom full of cloth, yarn, and other supplies.  When the ladies arrived to get the material, they were stunned, and told her in-laws that they would document all that Rae Ann had in stock for tax purposes, because it would be a significant amount.  To her in-laws' surprise, the ladies calculated that Rae Ann amassed craft materials worth over $11,000!  She'd probably planned on spending her retirement working away quietly on various knitting and sewing projects.  Instead, it went to helping pay down David's estate taxes.

At Autumn Leaves, meanwhile, Rae Ann could be anything but quiet and well-mannered.  One morning, just as we'd arrived to visit Dad, Mom and I saw Rae Ann storm by, her face as black as coal with that tell-tale dementia scowl, water dripping everywhere, clothed only in a canvas-looking shift that caregivers often put on residents while being bathed or showered.  Her hair was dripping wet, and a caregiver was trotting behind her, towel in hand, but staying just enough out of Raye Ann's strident gait.  According to Texas state law, residents of care centers cannot leave a shower with wet hair, so the caregiver who'd lost the battle in the shower was simply following Rae Ann with the towel in case a state inspector showed up!  David had already approved that plan after it was discovered that Rae Ann, whose normal lifetime of patience ran low in her dementia, would often rage out of a half-completed shower, maybe because she didn't understand why she was wet.  "Just stay out of her way when she's in that mood," David would say.  "It's one reason I have her here - I can't control it myself."

He arrived at Autumn Leaves soon after that, and when Mom and I told him - laughing - the spectacle we'd seen, David laughed as well.  "That's my 'Bear'," he grinned.

One time, after she had a seizure and David took her to the hospital, Rae Ann managed to deck an ER technician, despite her petite frame and skinny arms.  Indeed, Mom and I never touched her until recently, when her strength was obviously gone.  We didn't  know what would provoke her.  Sometimes she'd lash out at David, and he just took it, because he knew she didn't know what she was doing.  One time, a visitor to Autumn Leaves came up to her, on the other side of a room from where David and I were talking, and he put his arm around her to greet her.  Some people are touchy-feely like that, even when they don't know the other person.  But Rae Ann wasn't a touchy-feely type of person.  She turned and glared at the man, a complete stranger, and her face turned coal-black.  David turned to me quietly and said, "I'm waiting for her to lay him flat out cold."

Fortunately for the man, he immediately got Rae Ann's drift, and moved away from her, much to David's obvious disappointment!

Back in those days - hard to believe I'm only talking about the time three years ago when Dad was there - the corporate office at Autumn Leaves would hold corporate parties at this Arlington facility, which is the original in their chain of dementia care homes.  They'd hire a caterer, set up long tables with white tablecloths stocked with platters of fancy foods, and invite vendors, family members, and who knows who else to come and have a feast.  Mom and I never understood why people would want to party and socialize at a dementia facility, and the parties never did manage to attract big crowds.  But one evening, as Mom and I were getting ready to leave, and I was about to take Dad down to his dining room (away from the tables with white tablecloths), David came strolling by, looking for Rae Ann.

"Have you eaten any of this grub?" David asked, with a chuckle in his voice.  When we told him we hadn't, he laughed.  "Good!  Because Bear's been by a couple of times already, dipping her hands into each of those bowls, and fingering all of those platters of food!"

And who knows where else those hands had been.  Dementia patients are not known for their cleanliness or sanitation savvy.

One of the things Rae Ann did - for hours on end - was walk.  Autumn Leaves is designed with hallways that radiate out from a central courtyard, which gives dementia patients the feeling that as they walk, they're actually going someplace, even though they're just walking in one big circle.  Dad walked a lot, too, but not as much as Rae Ann.  One Saturday, I recall, Mom and I were at the doorway to Dad's room when I looked up the hall, and saw Miss Margie, one of the most frail women there, being helped along by her son.  But they were in Rae Ann's way, during one of her walks, and she pushed Miss Margie so that she fell, and actually broke her hip - right there, as Miss Margie's son and I watched.  They had to call an ambulance and take Miss Margie to the hospital, and although physical therapy managed to help get her back on her feet, Miss Margie never really did walk again, and her family preferred her having the relative safety of a wheelchair anyway.  But the family never sued David or Rae Ann, or Autumn Leaves.  Like all of us who have to deal with the reality of dementia, Miss Margie's family understood that "sometimes things just happen."  It's sad, and frustrating, and even a bit scary, but that's dementia.

What's also scary about dementia is how young some of its victims are.

Rae Ann, for example, was 71.  She'd had dementia for approximately nine years.  David dutifully cared for her by himself until he could no longer handle her severe mood swings.  He realized things were getting out hand when, one day, she opened the door and invited some Jehovah's Witnesses inside before he, from another part of the house, realized what was going on.  Fortunately for the irreligious David, their conversation was going nowhere fast!  Remember the "one-one-one-one" babbling?  That's about all the talking Rae Ann could do.

Well, except for one time that Mom and I will remember with special fondness.  We were with Dad, and David, and Rae Ann, walking the hallways together, and we came upon one of the activity directors, a young, small woman who was expecting her first child.  And David took it upon himself to make a mild "fat" joke in light of her pregnancy...  at which point Rae Ann stopped, wheeled around, and turning to David, pointed a skinny finger into his face, and loudly chastised, "NO.  Not my husband!"

It was an amazing moment of clarity for Rae Ann, and we all burst into laughter.  Except David, whose eyes welled up with tears.  Yet not with shame, at being reprimanded.

"Imagine her picking this time to be lucid," he marveled, beaming lovingly at his wife.


 

Thursday, May 31, 2018

New Convert Syndrome


A pastor from Chicago recently contacted me for my opinion regarding the dynamics of how singles and America's evangelical church interact.  He'd found my name from a Crosswalk.com article that I'd written several years ago, back when the Christian webzine had me as one of their regular contributors.

Here's his question:

Although single myself, I have spoken on singleness maybe twice in my life.  Singleness is way down my list of interests or passions.  Nevertheless, I’ve begun looking at bias or even prejudice against singles in the Protestant church, as pointed out to me by Muslims background believers and Jewish believers.  A cultural lens is strong and causes us to see things that are not there and blinds us to things that are.  The fresh eyes of Muslim background believers and Jewish folks looking at Protestant Christianity have exposed different blind spots in the church, and one of those may be perceived bias against singleness.  My own experience as a single has been positive, but the more I've dug into the issue of singleness and the church, I'm realizing my good experience may be the exception.  What is your perspective of the broader church and its relationship with singles?

And here is my response:

What you highlight here is probably less a dynamic of singlehood, and more a dynamic of "new convert syndrome." 

Which, of course, is quite unfortunate, and inexcusably common, since as evangelicals, we should be used to being around new converts.  But so few of us, at least in the United States, participate in the conversion and initial discipleship experience of new converts, we actually find the enthusiasm and intensity of new believers (regardless of their marital status) to be somewhat draining and odd.  Particularly for new believers who come from other religious traditions that are more intense than ours, such as Islam and Judaism.

We Western evangelicals are mostly sanguine and enveloped in our own problems and frustrations with church, even to the point where we become wet blankets for new converts. Here they are, with the Holy Spirit having just revealed the most profound truths they will ever know, and here we are - no matter our gender, or race, or ethnicity (as conventional American evangelicals) - actually being bothered by the questions, the optimism, the exploration, and the excitement of new believers.

I myself have been guilty of this, and I've seen it first-hand, where a new believer quickly runs into walls thrown up not just by unbelievers, but by fellow Christ-followers who should be willing to spend the extra time and energy necessary to help acclimate our new brothers and sisters in Christ into His new life.  It's called "discipleship," and we try to squeeze the process into a program, or a class, or some other package, when discipleship is often as individualistic as the convert.  Like most genuine relationships, the discipleship dynamic should probably be more organic and less structured than we try to make it.

I suspect that true discipleship requires more time and energy from us than we want to give it.

And particularly within the dynamic of a singles ministry, or when singles have new faith, this "new convert syndrome" can take on even more awkward tones, at least with men.   Evangelical women, as you might be able to attest, can be fiercely protective of their virtue to the point of being overly guarded and easily offended. Meanwhile, evangelical men tend to be either ill-equipped spiritually or at least uncomfortable discussing faith with new believers.  If it's not about sports, business, or politics, many guys quickly clam up.  In my New York City days, I was around MBBs and Jewish converts who tend to be more intense, and frankly, when you're not used to it, it can be off-putting.  Which, of course, is my fault, not theirs.

A lot of it depends on the language and expressions that were used in the salvation process. If people come to Christ on promises that He will make their lives better, and that He will help them succeed, then frustration will inevitably ensue after the conversion experience. Life isn't easy for believers, and those of us who've been saved for a while know that. However, if people are led to Christ through Biblical instruction, which teaches the indelible nature of our sin, yet the totality of God's holy grace, then emotional and situational expectations probably won't lead to quick disappointment.

So while the church in general may have issues with singles, for new converts of any marital status, it may be that many long-time evangelicals simply consider them too much work...

...To which this Chicago church-planter replied, "well-said."

Was it?


Monday, February 12, 2018

Chipsters "R" Gentefiers, yet Profit Still Motive


Gentrification has arrived in Dallas.  Big time.

And some new urbanists hope gentefication isn't far behind.

For years, beginning with suburbanization in the 1950's, and then fueled by white flight since the 1960's, many Caucasians have considered Dallas's central residential neighborhoods undesirable.  And not simply for racist reasons.  Like every other city in America during those decades, bigger suburban lot sizes and single-family homes were prized totems of the American Dream, while dense, zero-lot-line urban neighborhoods simply couldn't compete for affection.

Now that our urbanization tide has turned, however, newer generations of all skin colors and ethnicities are discovering what their parents and grandparents had deemed outdated:  the "inner-city."  Smaller lot sizes are now desirable because both husbands and wives now work outside the home, and have little time for - or interest in - tending a sprawling yard.  Trends shift, after all.  Plus, increasingly grueling commuter drive times now encourage many urban workers to live closer to work.  And, frankly, America's inner cities feature a housing infrastructure that has decayed over the years to the point where it's becoming economically feasible to profitably redevelop aging neighborhoods.

The problem, of course, is that these aging neighborhoods full of decaying housing aren't empty.  While whites and affluent minorities have been ensconced within suburbia, the urban poor have continued living in these grim urban neighborhoods.  And the reason inner-city housing is now prime for economic renewal rests entirely on the fact that the urban poor have been unable to pay for the type of maintenance that would have kept this aging housing stock in prime condition.

But that doesn't mean the urban poor haven't developed their own types of community within America's inner cities.  The urban poor may have been marginalized in the eyes of relatively affluent suburbanites, but they never disappeared.

So now, imagine how indignant the urban poor are to see new, white hipsters and empty nesters eagerly invading city neighborhoods; neighborhoods through which most whites wouldn't have dreamed of driving ten years ago, let alone purchasing a home.

It sure looks like another racial attack on minorities, doesn't it?  Except this time, in reverse?  Instead of whites fleeing "invading" minorities, the whites are now the invaders.

For folks who see racism behind every tree, that's the obvious scenario.  But what we want to see isn't necessarily reality.  Because at the root of gentrification lies not racism, or skin color, or ethnocentrism, but economics.

Think about it:  If whites who are moving back into the inner cities were such racist bigots, why would they be willing to live next-door to people who don't look like them?  Wouldn't whites instead be moving into heavily-fortified gated communities surrounded by moats and turrets?

Besides, while gentrifiers today may be mostly white, many are also black, Hispanic, and Asian.  They're not "invading" urban America to reclaim it for their particular race, they're moving back downtown because it's closer to where they want to work and play and live - and THEY CAN AFFORD TO.

Ka-ching!  It's about the money, folks.  Not racism.

Still, some folks seem almost eager to paint this new-found popularity of formerly dying cities as some sort of pall on the very urbanity in which newcomers are obviously eager to reinvest.  In a way, this sounds like a new form of reverse racism, in which some blacks and Latinos seem unwilling to admit that whites can be less sensitive to skin color and ethnicity than they are.

Witness the newest trendy term to preoccupy gentrification's opponents:  "Genteficiation."  In Spanish, "gente" is the word for "people", and the inference here is that Hispanic gentrifiers can be intrinsically more beneficent to the "indigenous" people populating inner city America than whites.

According toThe Dallas Morning News, "the center of gentefication is the idea that Latino entrepreneurs may be more likely to preserve a barrio’s integrity, the cultural institutions of a neighborhood."  Experts on gentefication have even contrived further terms like "Chipster," an abbreviated form of "Chicano" and "Chicana" hipsters.

Gentefication is believed to have been coined in Los Angeles, where young, entrepreneurial Latinos - the "Chipsters" - are being either blamed for or credited with fueling rapid gentrification in Boyle Heights, one of the city's largest Hispanic neighborhoods. 

Henry Cisneros, the former mayor of San Antonio and member of the Clinton administration, says gentefitication involves “respecting the people who are there and their heritage, their right to be there" in these aging urban neighborhoods undergoing gentrification.  He claims Latino entrepreneurs have an incentive to protect the cultural distinctives within their neighborhoods from the type of sanitized gentrification whites apparently perpetrate.

Funny how anybody who said similar things about whites protesting the black and Hispanic integration of previously white-majority neighborhoods were called racists.  What makes that same attitude less racist today?

White flight involved the premise that blacks and other minorities were inferior to whites, and therefore a destructive force that decimated property values - a theory that seemed to prove itself because it evolved into a self-fulfilling prophecy.  Yet today, with whites predominantly portrayed as the prototypical gentrifiers, is it fair to paint whites in a similarly disparaging brush?  Who's to say that a thirst for economic victory is somehow blunted in Hispanics, whose love for some intangible nostalgia for their barrio is curiously stronger than their desire to make money through increasing property values?

There's no obvious reason to postulate that Hispanics are somehow more virtuous when it comes to gentrification.  To claim so betrays an ignorance about the phenomenon that only perpetuates racism against whites.

Remember, gentrification is not a racial dynamic.  It is an economic one.

Gentrification can appear to penalize a particular race or ethnicity that may be dominant in a neighborhood being affected by gentrification. But the phenomenon itself is colorblind.  So, in terms of trying to couch such neighborhood change in trendy nuance, why should Hispanic gentrifiers be more beneficent than Anglo or black gentrifiers?  What is it about the economics of gentrification that should make Hispanics less eager to realize a profit - because that's what new urbanists are implying.  Will comparatively wealthy Hispanics feel more personal conviction at pricing out long-time poor Hispanics?  Will Hispanic entrepreneurs price their new products - whether it's restaurant fare, housing, gym memberships, etc - within reach of longtime locals, or more affluent newcomers?  Or should they offer discounts to long-time Hispanic residents?

Or will they operate within our new urban dynamics as free market players, looking to optimize every opportunity?

How could you explain doing business any other way to your lenders?

You see, the big angst over gentrification isn't that crime rates tend to drop, or that city services tend to improve, or that economic redevelopment often results in more jobs, albeit in the low-paying service sector.  The most significant impact of gentrification is that long-time residents of an aging community - often poorer, less-educated, and more reliant on city services than gentrifiers - get forced out of their long-time neighborhoods.

Before gentrification results in a renewed sense of neighborhood stabilization - which does ultimately happen, when the new demographics are once again economically homogeneous (now at the higher end of the scale) - there is a painful transition period characterized by destabilization, as poor residents get displaced by wealthier ones.  It's a transition that nobody has been yet able to tame.  Because at the end of the day, it's all about money.  Dinero.

Remember, this is not a racial issue.  Landlords raise rents not to attract newer, whiter tenants, but because they want to exploit the rise in property values gentrification triggers.  Landlords also stop renewing rents so they can sell out to redevelopers who want to create higher-priced housing for newcomers, whether they're white, Latino, black, or purple-polka-dotted.  Money is doing all the talking here, and the accent isn't cultural, it's green.  As in greenbacks.  Dollars.  Bucks.

It's all about money.  And, speaking of money, where do these long-time residents go, especially if they can't afford higher rents?  And if they can afford higher rents, how well will they integrate with newcomers who have a much different lifestyle and standard of living?

These are some of the legitimate drawbacks to gentrification.  And they need far better answers than what we've currently got.  AND continuing to play racist cards resolves nothing.

Even if a Hispanic landlord might want to keep rents artificially low, to help their low-income tenants, what happens when rising values cause property taxes to rise?  And why should a poor Hispanic family, after spending years in their little old house, surviving high crime rates and a dearth of local amenities, refuse to capitalize on their newfound fortune, suddenly owning a property that is worth so much more than they ever hoped it would?  Just because they're Hispanic?  If you're talking racism here, couldn't that be seen as a double-whammy against them?

Hey, there's very little piety to go around when it comes to rising property values.  Even though, yes, it sure would be nice if somebody could find a way of cushioning the impact of gentrification on a neighborhood's tenured and poor.  But genteficiation is simply sloppy wishful thinking.

Dallas already has proof of that.  Just last year, in the city's hyper-gentrifying Bishop Arts District, long a gritty enclave of poor Hispanics, a historic Mexican restaurant building was torn down.  The building had been owned by the Cuellars, an influential Hispanic family, purveyors of the well-known El Chico Tex-Mex brand.  Who better to preserve a beloved icon of Hispanic heritage than the Cuellars?  They were already wealthy, and could have easily afforded to absorb the costs of maintaining their old building, even if they didn't want to keep a restaurant in it.

But no, they sold out to CVS, the national drugstore chain, which is building a modern yet generic store.  City leaders pleaded with the Cuellar family to at least keep their building's quaint character intact and force CVS to customize their store within the building's 1940 exterior.  But the Cuellars couldn't be bothered, and CVS didn't want the hassle of fitting its corporate operations within a unique venue.

So much for gentefication.  Hey, money talks - even to Hispanics.

Friday, December 8, 2017

Friends I've Made Who Don't Know Me


Lately, some of the most interesting people I've been getting to know are residents at Autumn Leaves, the dementia care facility here in Arlington, Texas, where my Dad spent the last ten months of his life.

And let me tell you, not all dementia patients are alike!  Dementia manifests itself in each of its victims as uniquely as each of these dear folks were in their pre-dementia life.  For proof of this, consider the individuals I've already blogged about, like Miss Mary, Mr. Laurel, and Shirley, one of the most legendary residents ever at Autumn Leaves.

Let me introduce you to a few more of them here.  And, by the way, to respect the humanity each of these people still posses, and since they can't give their consent to me talking about them, their names have been changed.


Bob

A friend was remarking on the challenges of dementia care, and it got me reminiscing about Bob, a short, emaciated, wiry little old geezer who, from what I learned of his stubborn pre-dementia days from his proud son, would likely approve of the term "geezer!"

Of all the disturbing behavior Bob displayed at Autumn Leaves, one of his most memorable was when he gummed the shear curtains in one of the facility's activity rooms.

He didn't eat them - he gummed them and left strips of thread hanging from curtain rods.Caregivers had already taken away his dentures because he bit people.So without any teeth, and with his raw gums, he shredded the curtains one afternoon - we watched him, perched on the top of a sofa - no blood or anything.We don't know how he did it, but the staff just left him alone, since he seemed content, and wasn't hurting himself, or anybody else. 

And David, the maintenance guy, simply ordered another set of curtains when Bob was done.

In his dementia, Bob hated curtains.Before he died (at Autumn Leaves) he'd ripped down EVERY set of curtains in the facility's public rooms.He kept pulling down curtains along a hallway leading to the two dining rooms (it's a hall of windows), so staffers finally stopped re-hanging them; David removed the curtain rods and spackled everything up to look like there had never been any curtains to begin with.

Once, Bob ripped out a fire alarm box with his bare hands - and those are bolted into studs, not simply affixed on drywall.He ripped out electrical sockets, completely immune to the shocks he'd get.His arms and legs were a patchwork of open sores (covered by bandages that caregivers could barely keep him from pulling off) and bruises in various stages of healing.

One day, there was one caregiver tasked with following him around the facility, cleaning whatever surfaces he touched (and left blood).

He was CONSTANTLY in and out of the hospital, mostly from his many falls.One time, his son (a police officer) told me that although Bob allowed himself to be placed on an ambulance stretcher calmly enough, an EMT was otherwise invading Bob's personal space a bit too much.The son had been called by Autumn Leaves staff, so he was on-site when the ambulance arrived, and Bob's son told the EMTs not to handle Bob more than they had to, and certainly not to get into his personal space, particularly around his face.

But one of the EMTs didn't obey.And Bob, laying flat on the stretcher, limp and barely alert, somehow summoned enough strength to reach up and pop the EMT full in his face, knocking him out cold.

Did I mention Bob had been an amateur boxer in his younger days?


Miss Polly

Even when she's down, Miss Polly rarely seems to have a bad day.

She's one of the higher-functioning dementia residents where my Dad used to be.When she first arrived, less than a year ago, she was walking, but now she needs a wheelchair most of the time. Yet she's always dressed smartly, in coordinated outfits, with either a wig or a Pocahontas head covering. (I had to Google that! My paternal grandmother in Brooklyn used to wear them when she hadn't had her hair styled).

She's exceptionally friendly, even though she has no idea who anybody is. And it's relatively easy to have a brief, reciprocal conversation with her.

One day, she was sitting with some other residents at a table of crafts, and she was quietly mumbling something to the woman sitting next to her. Miss Polly saw me, and she broke off what she was saying, looking up at me like she was Miss Innocent.

"Oh, Miss Polly!" I teased. "What were you gossipping about?"

Her face blanched, and she quickly retorted, "I wasn't gossipping. I was just telling it like it is."

Yesterday, during snack time, a caregiver wheeled her up to a tray displaying a variety of cookies. The caregiver gave her one, and I commented, "Oh, it looks like white chocolate with Macadamia nuts!"Another caregiver glanced over and said, "No, I don't think those are nuts; we don't normally serve food with nuts to avoid any allergy problems."

But Miss Polly was too impatient. "Well, let's just see what it is," she interrupted, stuffing the cookie into her mouth.She chewed a couple of times, and apologized, "I'm a mess with sweets."


Sharon

Increasingly, Sharon is lost in her own fog that is dementia.Everything about her now seems to be quieter, dimmer, and a bit more disheveled than when she arrived at Autumn Leaves a couple of years ago. 

When I walked past a group of ladies at my father's dementia facility today, however, Sharon took full notice of me.

Although she is slowing down, Sharon remains the resident vamp of Autumn Leaves.  Tall, relatively slender, and relatively young, compared with most of the residents there, Sharon displays the classic dementia hallmark of an eroded social etiquette - particularly, um, when it comes to her feminine wiles.  If I told you some of the stuff she's done with a couple of the male residents in full view of many other people, let's just say that you would be incredulous.  But her behavior is all part of the grim world of grown adults whose propriety filters have been destroyed by dementia.

And some of it simply ain't rated PG.

"WOW!" she exclaimed this morning, summoning from within herself a gusty enthusiasm that we haven't heard from her in a while. "Look at that MAN."

Have I ever mentioned that sometimes, dementia patients can be really good for your ego?Of course, the other ladies sitting with Sharon - fellow residents of hers - merely looked at me with a mix of confusion and utter disinterest.

Which, frankly, is more the story of my life!


Flo

Flo is always a delight.

She's an even higher-functioning resident at Autumn Leaves than Polly.  Slender, of average height, with dyed brown hair, some jewelry, and makeup applied appropriately, it took us a while before Mom and I realized Flo is a resident at Autumn Leaves, and not visiting a loved one like we do.

Many dementia residents, including Polly, develop a strange look in their eyes that seems to reflect their disconnection from reality, but Flo doesn't have that.  The only way I know Flo has dementia is that day after day, week after week, she can tolerate eating in dining rooms with other residents with dementia.  And let me tell you, watching a dementia patient eat is not for the faint of heart.

Well, I say Flo eats with the other residents... but there's a reason why she's so slender!

Last week, for example, it was lunchtime, and caregivers were helping residents into the dining rooms, but Flo just stood in the hallway. Actually, most of the residents have to be taken to eat - dementia somehow robs them of their ability to process hunger as their body's prompting for nourishment. So I encouraged Flo, "Hey, it's lunchtime! Time to get something to eat!"

Flo's face blanched. "I can't eat this food," she confided to me. "You know, I'm Italian, and the stuff they serve here just isn't any good."

"Are you a good cook?" I asked, fully aware that mine was a useless question to ask an Italian.

"Listen," Flo retorted, putting her hand on my arm. "If I had cooked this, it would be FABULOUS!"

Today, Mom and I were visiting a resident at Autumn Leaves who is on hospice. We were chatting with the spouse of another resident in the main living room, and Flo strolled by. We welcomed her into our conversation, and then Madge trudged through, in her wheelchair, looking for trouble.

After angrily instructing us - pointed finger and all - that somebody had to get their act together (we don't know who, or what they'd done wrong), Madge started to wheel herself along.

Looking at the departing Madge, Flo shook her head.

"With some people, I have to count to 30!" she muttered.

We all laughed, and I clarified, "you mean, to diffuse a situation, you normally count to ten before saying something, but with Madge it's thirty?"

"You got it, boy!" she affirmed heartily.

Flo usually carries a book around Autumn Leaves with her, even though it's usually the same one, and it's doubtful she remembers the plotline.  I once asked her what the book was about, and she gave me an uncharacteristically blank face, her wit apparently unable to make something up on the spot (which is a common tactic of dementia patients).

Today, however, Flo was sporting a new book.  "Such a suspenseful page-turner, you can't put it down," gushed a blurb on the bookjacket.

"So," I asked Flo. "Is it such a page-turner that you can't put it down?"

She looked at the book, sitting closed on the table, next to her cup of coffee.

"Not yet," she chuckled!


Mr. Zack

Technically, I broke the rules.

Miss Polly had one last cookie remaining after snack time this morning, and she told me she didn't want it.

Mr. Zack, on the other hand, still seemed hungry. He was sitting next to her, his head down, his eyes closed, like they always are. His left hand rested in his lap, but his right hand was still drawing circles on the table. It was like his big hand was some sort of automated machine that hadn't been shut off. Both his hand, and the spot on the table, were wet and sticky from him occasionally stuffing some fingers into his mouth, his "cookie-transfer system" from table to mouth missing a vital component: a cookie!

Mr. Zack doesn't talk. He'd lost that ability before I'd ever met him at Autumn Leaves, when we brought my father. He never opens his eyes, either. I've seen him during visits with his family, just sitting; eyes closed, mouth agape but not talking, yet somehow transmitting an air of pleasure at being in the company of loved ones.

Dementia is strange, indeed.

So I suggested to Miss Polly that perhaps Mr. Zack would like her unwanted cookie. After all, the spot on the table being circled by his right hand wasn't going to generate a new cookie for him all by itself!

And, to my surprise, Mr. Zack grunted loudly at my suggestion! It was an obvious affirmation that my idea sounded pretty good to him! I confirmed with Miss Polly that it was OK to give her cookie to him, and she drawled, "well, if he wants it."

It was on a napkin, so I scooted the napkin and its sweet cargo over to the messy spot on the table, right underneath where Mr. Zack's right hand was now hovering. He reached down and tried to pick up the cookie, but his big fingers don't move very well - the man has enormous hands - and the cookie slipped onto his lap.

Instantly, his left hand felt for it, found it, and grasped firmly onto it. He reached up and stuffed the whole thing into his mouth, fingers and all, reminding me of Cookie Monster, from Sesame Street!

Technically, I'm not supposed to give food to any of the residents at Autumn Leaves, but Mr. Zack certainly won't report my misdeed!


Ricardo

Ricardo is a slim and dapper gentleman. Quiet and reserved, he sports a well-trimmed white mustache and wears his graying hair slicked back in an elegant man-about-town fashion.

It's tough guessing the age of dementia patients, since the disease can wreak strange havoc on its victims' personal appearance, but I'd estimate that Ricardo is in his late 70's.

Today, he was lounging in his wheelchair near a large window, our cheerful Texas sunlight washing across him. And a young, attractive, female caregiver was massaging his hands with lotion.  During wintertimes, especially, the staff rub lotion into residents' hands to help moisturize them, as dry skin can help spread germs.  Some dementia patients can't stand having their hands being gripped by another person, which obviously is what happens during a lotion massage, but most dementia patients love the sensations of being rubbed and feeling their skin soften.

Ricardo clearly is one of the latter!

I leaned into him, and slyly whispered, "So, you're letting her hold your hand now, are you?"

And Ricardo, as if suddenly transported back to his prepubescent life, burst into goofy giggles that he couldn't stop!



Tuesday, November 7, 2017

Naughty, Naughty; You Guns, You


Perhaps you've already read the most recent New York Times hit piece on guns.

It came out yesterday, and is full of sweeping presumptions and rapid-fire conclusions about the evils of guns based on an arsenal of gun statistics from around the world.  At one point, its authors, Max Fisher and Josh Keller, actually claim that "the guns themselves cause the violence."

Wow.  And this from none other than the auspicious, venerable New York Times, which seriously expects us to believe that all of these guns - America has far more of them than any other country - actually get up, load themselves, pull their own triggers, and spray bullets from their barrels.

Kinda like a freaky form of automatic weaponry - the real "automatic" guns that work without anybody touching them.

Now, to be clear, I am not a pro-gun type of person.  I don't own a gun, have never owned a gun, don't plan on ever owning a gun, or even want to own a gun.  Of any kind!  But I have friends who own guns - lots of guns - and I'm not afraid of them, or their guns, or to be around them and their guns.  I have friends that always pack heat, and I'm never uneasy in their presence.

Why?  Because I'm not afraid of any gun.  The gun is just sitting in a holster, minding its own business, like any inanimate object tends to do.  You see, it's one of the basic laws of physics:  an object at rest tends to stay at rest, unless acted upon by an unbalanced force.  It's technically known as Newton's First Law of Motion, or the Law of Inertia.  (One would think as prestigious a newspaper as the Times would hire reporters who'd attended a school where Newton's Laws were taught.  Most ordinary, poorly-funded public schools have taught Newton's Laws for generations.)

Perhaps it's ironic that in the Law of Inertia, it takes an "unbalanced force" to change an object at rest.  And when we're talking about gun-involved violence, that's precisely what happens.  An unbalanced force takes a gun and uses it to commit some sort of crime.

So that makes it the gun's fault that it was used in a crime?

Apparently so, at least according to the New York Times' First Law of Gun Control.

"A New Yorker is just as likely to be robbed as a Londoner," Fisher and Keller report, "but the New Yorker is 54 times more likely to be killed in the process," and "the discrepancy, like so many other anomalies of American violence, [comes] down to guns."

Well, that's assuming a mugger isn't using a knife, but yes, the presumption that most muggers use guns is probably accurate. Wouldn't you agree? But still, does that mean the gun is at fault?

What is it about guns that makes them more likely to be used in a Gotham mugging, instead of a London mugging?  According to Fisher and Keller, it's our easy access to guns here in America.

Our intrepid Times reporters go on to explain how the more a government reduces their citizenry's access to guns, there tends to be a corresponding drop in gun-involved violence.  So I clicked on the link they provide in their article, which is tostudy entitled What Do We Know About the Association Between Firearm Legislation and Firearm-Related Injuries?  It was published last year and is a surprisingly easy-to-read synopsis of various other published reports on various types of gun-involved violence.  However, it includes things like suicides, which don't directly impact the general safety of the population at large.  Besides, wouldn't one suspect that a person contemplating suicide is probably going to simply use whatever gun is available, regardless of whether their selection choices have been limited by the government?

In other words, it's still gonna happen.  Is a person going to decide life must be worth living after all, 'cause they can't find the perfect gun to kill themself with?

Another type of gun-involved violence included in these studies are accidental shootings, which of course, would also probably be lowered if access to guns is reduced.

Indeed, these statistics may show a reduction in various types of gun-involved violence, but I can't see where they show a decline in mass killings.  Which is what most Americans are concerned about when they talk about gun control.  Besides, the authors of this particular study list a number of other studies that don't show much of a correlation one way or another between gun control laws and some types of gun-involved violence.  The fact of the matter remains that while law-abiding people may comply with government rules for gun ownership, that doesn't necessarily mean that people who are intent on committing a crime won't still find a way to procure a gun.

And another thing these studies fail to prove is that people who are intent on committing a crime, and discover that their access to guns has been limited, don't go and find some other lethal way to commit their crime.

Undaunted, the Times, smugly confident that it's proven that guns are the problem, regales us with a few more statistics in which they compare our broadly heterogeneous society, comprised of many people from all over the planet and all of its various cultures, with sharply homogeneous countries, like Japan, and Finland, where gun ownership rates are minuscule compared to those in our country.

I mean, at some point, how is comparing apples to oranges helpful in trying to prove anything?

But then, towards the end of their article, Fisher and Keller inexplicably unravel much of their previous work.

"An American is about 300 times more likely to die by gun homicide or accident than a Japanese person. America’s gun ownership rate is 150 times as high as Japan’s.  That gap between 150 and 300 shows that gun ownership statistics alone do not explain what makes America different."

Bingo!

The light is beginning to dawn.

"Swiss gun laws are more stringent, setting a higher bar for securing and keeping a license, for selling guns, and for the types of guns that can be owned.  Such laws reflect more than just tighter restrictions.  They imply a different way of thinking about guns."

Okay, they're almost there, in terms of comprehending the fallacy of their "misbehaving guns" argument.  But then they miss it again.  They deduce that the problem is that Americans believe "people have an inherent right to own guns."

The way Fisher and Keller word what they consider to be a stunning realization, however, is misleading.  Perhaps in Texas, and in other states where gun ownership is particularly a hallowed concept, the idea of guns as practically a human right runs mighty strong.  Yet across America, gun ownership is a valued right because of how our Constitution has been interpreted for decades.

America, after all, began as a rebellion, and that rebellion involved guns owned by the folks who sought to overthrow the British.  And ever since 1776, part of our national ethos has been our country's relatively unique ability to successfully reinvent itself through an uprising of the populace, not a conventional top-down insurrection led by a disgruntled government or military figure.  In other words, the "militia" language in our Constitution means that ordinary citizens have the right to protect ourselves from a government or military takeover.  It's a fairly unique aspect of America's pre-Revolutionary War history, as well as its history as an independent nation.

And it's not the National Rifle Association that's responsible for making sure that ethos remains robust in our national consciousness.  It's the many individual Americans who remain, to this day, fundamentally skeptical of over-reliance on concentrations of authority from places like Washington DC, and even their respective state capitals.

The fact that a small - minuscule, in fact - number of gun owners exploit this history and commit mass murder isn't because guns are just laying around the house, and shucks, somebody might as well put them to good use.  It's not because a gun just happened to be laying on the ground outside the First Baptist Church of Sutherland Springs, and inexplicably mowed down a sanctuary full of worshippers.

No, the atrocity in Texas this past Sunday happened the same exact way every other mass shooting happens:  Somebody decided to kill as many human beings as they could, and a gun was the easiest way to do it.

There is no law that can stop that kind of behavior.  Murder is already against the law.  There is something else, something other than guns, or knives, or explosives, or poison gas, or any other mechanism of achieving mass murder, that's the problem.

And I've already told y'all what that problem almost certainly is.  An "unbalanced force," remember?

A guy who cracked the skull of his wife's child, physically and sexually abused several women throughout his life, beat his dog with his own fists, was a prisoner in the Air Force... violence was more of a hallmark in his life than anything else.  I mean, if you don't cringe after reading each of the ways Sunday's shooter acted on his violent temperament, you're likely as accepting of violence as the culture is that nurtured his behavior.

For some reason, the Times prefers instead to blame inanimate objects.