Archive for March, 2012

Yes, I made the obligatory pilgrimage to the cine du jour, The Hunger Games. It is an “edge of your seat” kind of movie, but not one that will ring the originality bell; we’ve seen the plot and the themes too many times before. It’s based on a trilogy by Suzanne Collins (watch out sequels!).  One of the finest aspects of the film was the leading actress, the heroine, none other than Jennifer Lawrence, the young woman who surprised us in Winter’s Bone.

The plot is simple: A force has taken over our country, divided the conquered into twelve districts. The occupiers live decadent lives of excess. And as a punishment for a past revolution, the districts are forced into a combat to the death once each year. Two representatives, one male and one female, are chosen from each district. In gladiatorial fashion they are touted, paraded and bet upon. One shall survive at the end. Only the hope of getting to that last survivor position keeps the games intact.

As a form of “survivor,” last person standing, the story pits wits and brawn against the designs of the contrived and controlled system. It is not simply a matter of competition, Darwinian style, but the machinations of those directing the show – which is televised everywhere, much like the Truman Show – adding and adjusting limits and obstacles along the way.

Much like other narratives of occupation and resistance The Hunger Games holds a tension between the regulation of those in power and the innovation of those who would shake free of it. In the end those in power are left with the awareness of an ominous fissure in the armor, a vulnerability that unsettles presidents and brings hope to the oppressed.

More than anything, Hunger Games plays with the themes of determinism and free will. There is much in the lives of our characters that is circumscribed. But within that imposed design are spaces for free thought and action, novelty and creation, that is beyond what oppressors could have predicted. Handlers will not be able to control outcomes as they thought, not as long as freedom, hope and courage are at work.

You can’t help but root for them, the citizens of the districts. And that’s the point, I suppose, that we wonder how we contend, survive, and stay human in our own hunger games, in the many ways they come to us. And they most surely do.

If God Invited You to a Party

Posted: March 26, 2012 in Uncategorized
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From the 14th century Sufi poet, Hafiz:

If God invited you to a party, and said,
“Everyone in the ballroom tonight
will be my special guest,”
How would you then treat them when you arrived?
There is no one in this world
who is not upon His jeweled dance floor.

There are lots of good books out there of various genre. But in the land of non-fiction I have to hand this year’s gold seal to Jonathan Haidt and The Righteous Mind: Why Good People Are Divided by Politics and Religion (Pantheon, 2012). I just spent a few days reading it. Haidt and a few others, in my estimation, are getting to the crux of our present social polarization, which is a mighty one indeed.

The researcher and professor from the University of Virginia delves into what he calls moral psychology. His work, rich in its texture, draws on sociology, anthropology, brain research and evolutionary psychology for its sources of knowledge. The conclusions of research are in many ways surprising, unexpected. They certainly do not confirm popular assumptions about the way we are as persons or groups of persons.

He first delivers us from certain rationalistic delusions. The deep, subconscious intuitions about life make most of our decisions before we know it. They are the “elephant” in the room and our reasoning is the “rider” that either explains the elephant or makes mild adjustments to its course. That elephant includes assumed notions about the way we think the world should be. Those notions come from lots of places, but in the end, they take the day.

There is no such a thing as a singular moral index by which all personal and social good should be evaluated. Rather, there are a handful and people do not embrace the same ones. There is the flash point of division: everyone is believing and acting according to assumed moral principles, it’s just that they are different ones. How could the other not see this issue, it’s plain as day! Well, from their identified moral priorities, they are. We just don’t agree on which moral principles are the primary ones.

For instance, there are a handful of moral principles that guide individuals and societies such as

Care for the Needy
Freedom
Fairness and Justice
Loyalty
Respect for Authority
Sanctity

Different social or political systems embrace some and not others, weight some as more important than others, and in some case exclude some from moral decision making altogether.

Libertarians, descendents from our Enlightenment ancestors who wanted to throw off the shackles of kings and bishops, have an instinctual suspicion of government and its meddling. Free markets are sacred. But their Care scale is low, as is Authority and Sanctity. The market will sort out the story for the needy; don’t meddle and make it worse. Authorities are to be questioned and kept in check.

Social Conservatives have quite different configurations than the Libertarians. They hit on all six of the principles with fairly even weight. They Care for needy, but with a suspicion of government doing the caring. They hold loyalty and respect authority unless it is intrusive. A sacred moral thread informs their decisions even when it is not financially or socially convenient. They value fairness, but it is usually not fairness for the underclass, but rather fairness for the people as a whole, especially when it comes penalizing people for hard work and success. Freedom is important as neither government nor external nations or forces should get in the way of pursuing the right to life and happiness.

Classic Liberals fire on primarily two of the moral indices: Care and Fairness/Justice. They arose as a powerful movement in the wake of industrialization and the abuse by captains of industry. Care for the downtrodden became their marching orders, especially those abused not by the government (as libertarians would most fear) but by large super-organism corporations. Only governments have the power to hold back and control their tyranny, as is believed today in the Occupy Wall Street movement. Establishing social fairness and correcting wrongs moved from industrialization to the great depression to the civil rights movement. Care for the downtrodden and establishing justice became the two moral principles by which everything else was to be judged. Like the Libertarians, loyalty and authority were to be questioned; they were the seeds of tyranny.  Sanctity, usually, became limited to the adoration of nature.

Haidt is clear that for Liberals, two indices for moral argument and reasoning are not sufficient. Social Conservatives fire on all six, though weighting them differently. And Libertarians are single-minded in their pursuit of unrestrained freedom (which is why they differ so greatly from both Liberals and Social Conservatives, depending on the issue).

These moral foundations, often found in the unconscious elephant people ride, are highly significant in shaping the social contracts by which we survive and cooperate. We disagree on which foundations are most important, however. Unhealthy systems position conserving and progressive people as dualistic opposites waging a cosmic battle. Healthy systems recognize that both provide the yin/yang, the balance needed for cohesive and growing society.

Though natural selection and the survival instinct may make individuals highly self-interested, we humans are also remarkably “groupish” – willing to serve along side one another for the good of the many. That tribal sense is what contributed to the dominance of our kind in the last 12,000 years or so. Moving beyond reciprocal care within the tribe to those outside it is the mark of a very unique and advanced consciousness (something spiritual masters and, yes, Jesus talked about all the time!). But it doesn’t come naturally. The bee hive takes care of the bee hive, and magnificently so. Cities, states and even countries can do the same. Even collections of countries may act “hiveish” under the right conditions.

Religion – far from being dismissed as the thing that divides and harms (though it has) – is most usually a galvanizing force that provides the central guiding metaphors, ideas and practices of a people. It is the “sacred” moral index that provides transcendent meaning. Societies that have lost that are less effective, less cohesive and prone to failure, throughout history.

But “what binds us blinds us.” If we live on the inside of a moral system we come to evaluate all others through a particular unsympathetic lens. That is true of every person, regardless of what worldview they assume. The question is: Can we suspend our own moral judgement making long enough to understand the systems of the other? We will often not agree. But to know that different people are operating by different rules is the beginning of wisdom.

I leave you with his concluding paragraph:

“This book explained why people are divided by politics and religion. The answer is not…because some people are good and others are evil. Instead, the explanation is that our minds were designed for groupish righteousness…that makes it difficult – but not impossible – to connect with those who live in other matrices, which are often built on different configurations of the available moral foundations.

So the next time you find yourself seated beside someone from another matrix, give it a try. Don’t just jump right in. Don’t bring up morality until you’ve found a few points of commonality or in some other way established a bit of trust. And when you do bring up issues of morality, try to start with some praise, or with a sincere expression of interest. We’re all stuck here for a while, so let’s try to work it out.”

The Good Old Days

Posted: March 22, 2012 in Uncategorized
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Remember way back when Saddam was our proxy in the Middle East and we could count on Iraq to keep those pesky Iranians under control? Yes, those were the good old days. In the protracted war between the Babylonians and Persians, those ancient civilizations ever locked in combat, they just shed the blood until there was hardly a drop left for the sand to swallow up. Saddam was our foil. And as long as he was willing to do our bidding we turned our heads at little things like the gassing of the Kurds. He was ruthless, no doubt about it, but he kept the oil tap open. And of course, he was our chess piece against Iran.

Today we don’t have a Saddam, a strongman distraction. Instead, Israel and the United States have to rattle their own sabers. Attack, bomb Iran now? A preemptive attack? Really? Well, let’s at least get all the way out of Afghanistan so that both of our ten-year wars are complete before we start a new one. Is this becoming like … an addiction?

I suppose we should have given up making war on Iran for Lent.

Here’s something to consider: There is a pro-democracy movement in Iran. Our CIA tells us all about it. It gets painted by opposition as traitors, a movement colluding with outsiders, Western powers. Right now their hard-line secular leadership and fundamentalist clerics are starting to turn on one another, rather than on the pro-democracy folks. Might it be best to just let them duke it out?

At times like this you miss good old Saddam, our bird in the hand. We  sure could use him in a time like this. But like it or not, we’ve got to go it alone, do something ourselves. Or do we?

I’ve recently been enjoying volunteering at the Raptor Center at the Vet School here in Columbia. The birds of prey are phenomenal, rapturous:) Among other birds like owls, hawks, falcons and vultures there are the eagles, and the bald is one most known to us here in Missouri, especially as they winter along our waterways.

Not too long ago, in 1963, these birds were headed toward extinction. Conservationists counted around 500 nesting pairs in the lower 48. In 1978 they were declared an endangered species. Today, after years of protection, the count is more like 10,000 nesting pairs. Intentional protection made all the difference. What brought about the threat in the first place?

The answer is simple: shooting, habitat loss, pesticides.

Of course, unthinking people shot the birds. But more importantly their habitats along waterways – prime nesting places – were going away through unmindful development. The restoration of wetlands made a huge difference in eagle habitats. And then there were the insidious effects of fertilizers – especially DDT – that always runs off into water sources and up the food chain to the top predators, the raptors. Like lead poisoning in fish population is passed on to other species of fish or humans who consume them, eagles consumed the DDT-carrying prey.

Short story: It matters how we humans act as stewards of the environment. For years serious outdoors people, hunters, fishers and conservationists have been paying serious attention to native habitats. They know that every species, including our own, depends on them. And environmental groups that operate on the macro level address the egregious abuses that fall under the radar of most citizens.

We know why the eagles came back from the edge; it’s no mystery. And every time I see them soaring I am reminded again of the creation story in which the human creature is given dominion – stewardship – and what a real difference it makes.

For Hafiz

Posted: March 18, 2012 in Uncategorized
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Hafiz was the 14th century Sufi mystic and poet from Persia (present day Shiraz, Iraq). His life oscillated between the support of an adoring public and rejection by religious leaders who found him to be a threat. And so I dedicate the following to him, master of playful and deep verse, always leading just beyond the edge to the divine lover who may be hiding:

I turned my head, to rise
in time to see reflection,
holy garments in the skies,
turning the corner, asking
Why now, filled with sighs.
Why not, dear one? Fear pain
no more than clouds before rain,
  a rose reaching up and out
through winter snows,
the only way your love will grow.

TLC, 2012

Most usually the reality of a thing is distorted in direct proportion to our distance from it. Like Patrick, patron saint of Ireland, for instance.

The Irish are amused by our American pretending around their heritage. Well, of course, there are lots of descendents of the Irish here; I’m one of them. But our presentation of Patrick and his day is a far stretch from how the Irish observe it. And that is understated. After mass they might head next door to the pub and lift a glass. But that’s it, no fanfare, no green pennants and parades. It’s a saint’s day.

I don’t know how the real Patrick, rather than the mythical one we’ve created, would take us. How would he respond to hearing his name chanted as an incantation during drunken brawls? Would he be shocked? Or bemused?

Patrick lived and died sometime in the 400s AD. He was probably born in Britain, when it was still a part of the Roman Empire. He was captured and forced into slavery in Ireland for six years, but escaped. Later, by the strangest turn of providence, he returned to the land of his enslavement, Ireland, as a missionary, and then as bishop. The only reliable sources we have about his life are two documents written in Latin called his Confession and a Letter. All the other lore was created later, as people mythologized him. For me none of that is necessary; his life is a remarkable testimony as it is.

Patrick’s life was propelled by two dreams. The first dream came to him when he was a slave in Ireland. He was told that his ship was waiting. The ship was a great distance away, but he ran away and found it in harbor, setting sail for Britain and his family.

After he was home, reunited with his family, he had another dream. This word was different. He was to go back to the place of his enslavement, Ireland. Imagine how he might have responded to that. “Uh, huh, you want me to go back?” But he did. And this time he was not the slave of earthly masters but rather a heavenly one.

Patrick labored in the vineyard thirty years, sharing the Gospel with kings and chieftains. When one king was converted he would ask if the king’s sons would go with him to visit the next king down the road. And so on.

At the end of his Letter he shared a parting hope:

I now commend my soul to God, for whom, despite my obscurity, I have served as ambassador. Indeed, in choosing such a lowly person as me for this noble task, God has shown that He is no respecter of persons. May God never separate me from His people on this island, which stands at the very edge of the earth. And my God always make me a faithful witness of His saving love, until He calls me to heaven.

Where is the Temple?

Posted: March 16, 2012 in Uncategorized
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In my soul
there is a temple, a shrine, a mosque, a church
where I kneel

Prayer should bring us to an altar where no walls or names exist

In my soul there is a temple, a shrine, a mosque, a church
that dissolve in God

Rabia of Basra
(Sufi mystic 717-801)

Courting Daffodils

Posted: March 13, 2012 in Uncategorized

I naively thought that wearing a yellow shirt would do it
seduce them with my charms, some flattery by imitation
They were neither impressed nor excited
I had not slept the winter waiting for the moment
when I burst onto the spring scene, all color
I had not timed my appearance with earth’s sap rising
No, I had done none of these
Though too polite to say such things out loud
I did hear their whispering to the Bradford Pear and Forsythia:
So look who thinks he’s a daffodil!