Another Fairy Tale Creature Banished to the Swamp [UPDATED]

Much as I’d feared, there has been at least one other banishment. I received an email from Shadowthief this morning letting me know that he has found himself locked out of Duloc.

So what is the reason this time? Was he one of the amorphous “slanderers” Booman alluded to in his Ideas on Slander. I have yet to see a clear definition of either “slander” or “libel,” because libel is what it is in a print medium such as this. If management is using a yardstick to determine what constitutes bannable offenses, I think that measure needs to be spelled out a little more clearly than the highly subjective word “prick” and accusations of “slander/libel” with no demonstration of how it interprets those words.
Is writing this diary a bannable offense? See, I have no idea. I find it very disturbing that I should even have to question my right to articulate my concerns about the direction of this site. But, the truth is, I find the atmosphere here sufficiently chilled that I am uncomfortable asking legitimate questions about matters of policy. I had hoped this site would never become that kind of place.

Update [2005-12-8 19:46:32 by Recordkeeper]: I’d like to personally thank everyone who has participated in this diary and the diary that preceded it. I had to step away from the computer for a little while to take a much needed break from this and attend to some domestic demands (which is a fancy way of saying housework). I have glanced at this diary here and there this afternoon, but it is only now that I have been able to sit down and read through it in its entirety. What can I say? I am saddened. I’m going to need to take a step back from this site whose community I have treasured for so long. No, this is not a GBCW announcement. But, I will need to re-assess what if any contribution I can make here. Either this place has changed dramatically or it wasn’t ever what I hoped it was. Nefarious plottings. Jihadists. Warnings that management will be scrutinizing the membership to weed out miscreants. It’s all just too bizarre for me. And it feels far too much like the real world political climate I have dedicated myself to fighting.

Again, thank you all for indulging the questions I was attempting to raise in these diaries, whatever your opinion on them. To one and all, Namaste.

From the Frog Pond to the Swamp

This started as a comment on the “Don’t be a Prick” thread, but the more I think about it, the more perfect I find the analogy. My daughter is watching Shrek this morning; the first one, about Lord Farquaat and his attempts to perfect his kingdom of Duloc. Of course the hero of the movie is the ogre Shrek. Isn’t it interesting how in movies it’s the non-comformists who are always the heroes? Not so in life, I’m afraid. Every community moves towards conformity and group-think in one way or another. It’s what Carolyn Myss and Stuart Wilde refer to as the “tribal” mind. Non-conformity invites shunning and shaming behavior from the enforcers of tribal norms.

I’ve actually been observing the shunning and shaming of Parker, with increasing horror, for some months now, and assumed she’d be banned sooner or later. Sooner it is. Parker certainly can be a bit of an ogre. No argument. I can see why she might push people’s buttons. She’s certainly pushed mine on occasion. But having one’s buttons pushed is part of life. People abrade each other. I don’t know how to break it you folks, but life was not designed to be comfortable.
The message of Shrek is both simple and profound. Life cannot be made perfect. That is it’s beauty. We grow through our interactions with others, which constantly test our limits and our preconceptions and throw us out of our comfort zone. The quest for perfect harmony invites tyranny and comes at the expense of liberty.

So, my daughter is watching Shrek today. She does so often. We got her the boxed set a while ago, because, in addition to being very clever and entertaining, these movies teach a value system that we would very much like instill in her. We want her to grow up respecting that people come in a range of shapes, sizes, and personality types, and that true beauty is in imperfection. For my part, I’m enjoying the soundtrack in the background as I drink my morning coffee and wonder which of us unique, fairy tale creatures will be consigned to the swamp next.

Can Men Have Abortions? Some Talking Points.

Madman in the Marketplace’s most excellent diary has alerted me to the recent stirrings amongst the “Man’s Right to Choose” crowd. This deeply creepy movement has now found expression in one Dalton Conley. Unfortunately — or fortunately — his opinion is hidden behind “the wall” at the New York Times, but it’s stench is now wafting through the blogosphere. Says Conley: “If you play, you must pay. But if you pay, you should get some say.” In fairness to Conley, his call for equality does not go nearly as far as other proponents of “reproductive rights for men” I’ve encountered. For these “feminist” men, the message seems to be: Feminism is great. Equality and all that. Shaking off the shackles of thousands of years of oppression. Good for you! Now what’s in it for me?

The argument over a man’s inability to “choose” falls into two categories: 1) Men should be able to demand an abortion or be absolved from all responsibilities that ensue from the woman’s choice to carry to term, and 2) Men should be able to stop an abortion if they want to be fathers and are willing to assume the responsibility for child-rearing.
So, let’s look at the first supposition. I’m paraphrasing: If a woman wants to continue a disputed pregnancy, she should take responsibility for that choice and assume all of the risks and costs. Men should not be pursued for child-support to support children they do not want. To say otherwise,  the argument goes, is anti-feminist, because women are fully capable beings and should not need to depend on men. Child-support laws favor women because they put men on the hook for fiscal support of a child they did not have a voice in keeping or aborting.

Wow! There is so much wrong with that, it’s hard to know where to begin. But here are my talking points:

  1. Child support laws do not favor women. They favor children. Their purpose is not to punish men for their mistakes or reward women for theirs, but to protect children from the mistakes of both.
  2. Feminist aspirations aside, women do not have the earning power of men, and mothers have the least earning power of all. This is what the Chicago Times recently called the “Mommy Wage Gap.” I wrote a whole diary on this.
  3. Both pregnancy and abortion exposes women to physical pain, damage, and risks for which there is no male equivalent. While legal, clinical abortion procedures minimize those risks, they still exist. Complications can result in infertility and even death.
  4. A woman can have a maximum of 2 surgical abortions before seriously risking her ability to carry a pregnancy to term in the future. Men can have an infinite number of their “products of conception” aborted with absolutely no risk to their health or virility.
  5. There is no legal barrier, nor should there be, to a man reappearing after years of physical and financial absence. He can simply change his mind and step into his child’s life. Many men actually come and go throughout their children’s lives, on their own terms. Is that fair?
  6. Abortion can absolve irresponsible men of the consequences of their indiscretions. For women, from the moment of conception, it’s ALL consequences. Going through abortion is a consequence. It ain’t like gettin’ a manicure!
  7. There is nothing fair or equitable in a man saying, “Hey, I want no part of this, so abort or you’re on your own.” It’s coercion. It’s a man using financial and emotional blackmail to control a woman’s reproductive choice, at a time when she is most vulnerable.

So to all those men out there who feel they got the shaft by not being able to choose abortion, I say, take it up with God, or nature, or whomever put the bulk of the procreative hardware in female bodies. If it were in my power to give you the right to have your insides sucked out with a vacuum tube, to cramp, to bleed, to risk infertility, for a shared error in judgment, when it came to sex, I would. Gladly. I would be delighted to heap upon you all the bliss of morning sickness. I would love to give you the hemorrhoids and the swollen, painful breasts. I would share it all in a abundance. But I’m afraid I don’t have that much power. You can say that nature has been either generous or unkind to women, but the bottom line is we don’t have a fraction of the options men do when it comes to pregnancy. So you can whine all you want to about how deprived you are by not having to face the same brutal, life-altering, fertility risking procedure, but some things can’t be equalized. Until you face the same emotional, medical, financial risks a woman does when faced with this glorious “choice,” your whining just sounds an awful lot like sexism. “Oh I can stay or go, pay medical bills or not, observe a woman’s pain or not, according to my whim, but she gets the right the choose abortion. Lucky bitch.” Such a strange notion of fairness these men have.

Now, to the second supposition, or what I like to call “womb envy.” As it takes two to create new life, should it not take two to decide whether or not to terminate that life? What right does a pro-choice woman have to terminate the pregnancy a pro-life man helped create? If a man is willing to assume the responsibility for the life he’s helped create, with or without her post-natal participation, should he not have the right to his own child?

  1. Women are not incubators with legs.
  2. Can we please avoid the slippery slope to the dystopian realization of “The Handmaid’s Tale?”
  3. Last I heard the world was full of women who desire committed partnership and children, many of them frustrated by the over abundance of commitment-phobic men. Why not find one and PLAN a pregnancy?
  4. Here is a partial list of things men are at NO risk of experiencing as a result of women carrying their children: morning sickness, breast pain, hemorrhoids, painful leg swelling, back pain, rib-cage/skeletal distortion, gestational diabetes, obstetric cholestasis, preeclampsia, vaginal tearing, hypovolemic shock, death in childbirth, postpartum depression…

Dalton Conley tells us:

Judge Alito’s thinking about the role of men in reproductive decision-making is in keeping with how legal thinking needs to evolve in this age of readily available DNA testing. Nor is his position contrary to national sentiment: a majority of Americans feel that the husband should be notified about an abortion.

His only problem was not going far enough, relying only on the marriage contract to legitimate men’s claims to a role in the reproductive decision-making process.

No body of law can make equal what nature has made so disproportionate. From the point of conception, a man should not have equal say, because he does not face equal risks or consequences. With the Supreme Court in transition and Roe v. Wade hanging by a thread, now is a good time to really consider the meaning of “reproductive rights.” Such rights, at their best, can only ever grant us the  decision making power over our own reproductive equipment, and their reproductive capability. They should grant us the right to use our reproductive equipment in a manner consistent with our choices. They should should protect us from being forcibly sterilized, but grant us the right to employ whatever birth control methods are medically safe. They should not grant us the right to exert control over anyone else’s reproductive equipment. And, cannot give us the right to escape the financial consequences of said use.

I will not and cannot speak to what people in the privacy of their relationships “should” do, or to the painful emotional realities for both men and women in the event of unplanned pregnancies. Certainly, it would be nice if all men and women could communicate openly, in the event of a pregnancy, and find some level of agreement. For that matter, in an ideal world men and women would not have sex with each other without knowing they are on the same page when it comes to such life altering decisions. But such things cannot be legislated in a pluralistic state.

Also flying on My Left Wing.

Happy Thanksgiving: Over 2100 Dead in Iraq

On the short drive from my mother-in-law’s house to her sister’s, for our lovely Thanksgiving dinner, my husband noted a news report on the car radio that there was another car bombing in a busy Hilla marketplace. My husband checks icasualties every day. Sometimes he exclaims in despair, “Did you see these numbers?” Other times he just swears. Yesterday, he said, we were at 2097 American troops killed in Iraq. At that moment, in the family car, he knew we’d passed 2100. As of this writing, it’s 2104. Well Happy Thanksgiving!
Over dinner, family members we don’t see that often ask my husband if he’s still planning to stay in the Marine Corps; if there’s a chance he’ll be rotated back to Iraq; what he thinks of all this… For his part, he says, he’s just glad to be home with his family enjoying Thanksgiving dinner. But families all across America are missing their sons, daughters, husbands, and wives, this day. And some of them will be getting a knock on the door from some people in uniform, giving them the news that they’ll never see them again.

Bush Hates the Troops Bonuses

I grow weary of chipping away at the erroneous belief that Republicans support the troops, while anyone to the left of Toby Keith does not. If Republicans love the troops so much, why does the Pentagon, under Bush appointee Donald Rumsfeld, constantly shortchange them? The most recent slight-of-hand game played at our troops expense: promising re-enlistment bonuses, and then refusing to pay them.

As per America Blog, the Pentagon has reneged on the $15,000 bonuses for re-enlistment.

According the Seattle Post Intelligencer, Washington state Guard officials have taken on the fight with Pentagon Brass to restore money promised to soldiers while they were fighting in Iraq.

A Department of Defense decision to renege on war-time promises to pay bonuses to more than a dozen re-enlisting Washington National Guardsmen has sparked outrage from prominent elected officials and state National Guard officers working to rectify the situation.

According to a state Guard spokesman, Maj. Phil Osterli, at least 15 Washington National Guardsmen and women signed re-enlistment forms promising them a tax-free $15,000 bonus in return. Many of them were stationed in Iraq at the time, he said.

But Pentagon officials have said in published reports that the bonuses were canceled because they duplicated other programs and were prohibited….

After serving two years active duty with the Navy and the last 11 years with the National Guard, Latson said, “I re-enlisted because the opportunity was there to finally get a bonus.”

Latson, who served in Iraq most recently from March 2004 to March 2005, said he has been counting on the money to help buy a house and to support his 11-year-old daughter. He said he knows at least 10 other National Guardsmen in the same boat….

So, in addition to extending tours of duty in an increasingly treacherous war, under-equipping our troops for dangerous missions, keeping many reservists away from lucrative civilian employment, and slashing VA funding, we can now add torching contracts for promised bonuses. Amazing the love this Republican Administration has for our troops. It makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

More Misogyny from Gilliard

I rarely read Steve Gilliard’s blog, but last night I saw that Buzzflash, a news portal I respect, favorably linked to his newest entry. Says Buzzflash, “The inimitable Steve Gilliard analyzes Maureen Dowd’s withering takedown of Bushevik groupie Judy Miller — in which she’s essentially told not to bother returning to the NYT.” I read MoDo’s satiric paean to Judith Miller and enjoyed it very much. I thought the column pretty much spoke for itself, so I wondered what impressive insight had garnered Gilliard such high praise. I ask you, gentle reader, to please take a look at this, and tell me what his “analysis” brings to the table other than blatant misogyny.

Perhaps I view Mr. Gilliard through a very specific prism, because I only really became aware of him in a diary called Hating Women on this website. There I learned that he had been taken to task by another blogger for implying that everyone was responsible for the crime of rape except the rapist. The comment in the Gilliard piece in question that I found most offensive was that Natalee Holloway, who had recently gone missing in Aruba, must have been trying to “pull a train,” when she left that bar with 3 men. But, there is much in the blog entry entitled Girls Gone Wild to offend.

I rarely read Steve Gilliard’s blog, but last night I saw that Buzzflash, a news portal I respect, favorably linked to his newest entry. Says Buzzflash, “The inimitable Steve Gilliard analyzes Maureen Dowd’s withering takedown of Bushevik groupie Judy Miller — in which she’s essentially told not to bother returning to the NYT.” I read MoDo’s satiric paean to Judith Miller and enjoyed it very much. I thought the column pretty much spoke for itself, so I wondered what impressive insight had garnered Gilliard such high praise. I ask you, gentle reader, to please take a look at this, and tell me what his “analysis” brings to the table other than blatant misogyny.

Perhaps I view Mr. Gilliard through a very specific prism, because I only really became aware of him in a diary called Hating Women on this website. There I learned that he had been taken to task by another blogger for implying that everyone was responsible for the crime of rape except the rapist. The comment in the Gilliard piece in question that I found most offensive was that Natalee Holloway, who had recently gone missing in Aruba, must have been trying to “pull a train,” when she left that bar with 3 men. But, there is much in the blog entry entitled Girls Gone Wild to offend.
Once again, Gilliard has opened up a window into his psyche, and the view isn’t pretty. In his entry MoDo Comes Out Swinging, we learn that he may have progeny unaccounted for:

Let me put it this way, if anyone liked me like MoDo says she likes Miller, well, I’d have to check to see if I owed them child support.

While this strikes me as a pathetic attempt at demonstrating his virility, a later passage shows us, once again, his incredible contempt for women who dare to be sexual. After contorting the definition of the word “tropism” (to be oriented towards) into special Dowd code for “slutty,” he really takes the gloves off.

Ok, after calling her a drama queen and a whore, tropism being a fancy word for women who likes powerful men and fucks them, she then goes after her bosses for not supervising her and letting her hurt the paper.

While there is little indication — certainly in Dowd’s column — that Judith Miller slept her way to horrifically bad gouge on WMD, such sexual exploits would have been the least of her crimes. Only in Gilliard’s twisted imagination does Miller become a femme fatale, rather than simply a “media whore.”

Not only does his analysis not bring any real insight to Dowd’s piece, it reduces it to some type of petty “girl fight.” He is not alone in this. I’ve read allusions to mud wrestling and such, with regards to Dowd’s shot across Miller’s bow. I have to wonder if we were talking about two male journalists battling over the soul of the New York Times, if such condescending portrayals would abound, and bizarre rants like Gilliard’s be venerated throughout the blogosphere.

Triage and Euthanasia in New Orleans

I first learned about this occurring from a friend whose relative works in a New Orleans hospital, and I felt like I’d been socked in the gut. I was loathe to talk about it, because I didn’t want to cause trouble for private citizens, but it’s a matter of public record now. Doctors in New Orleans authorized the euthanasia of terminal patients, rather than subject them to worse deaths or victimization. They found themselves on the horns of a dilemma I can’t even imagine, because of the hell New Orleans descended into. It’s illegal, but it’s arguably merciful.

— story below the fold —

We had to kill our patients
by CAROLINE GRAHAM and JO KNOWSLEY
The Mail
Sunday 11th September 2005

Doctors working in hurricane-ravaged New Orleans killed critically ill patients rather than leaving them to die in agony as they evacuated hospitals, The Mail on Sunday can reveal.

With gangs of rapists and looters rampaging through wards in the flooded city, senior doctors took the harrowing decision to give massive overdoses of morphine to those they believed could not make it out alive.

In an extraordinary interview with The Mail on Sunday, one New Orleans doctor told how she ‘prayed for God to have mercy on her soul’ after she ignored every tenet of medical ethics and ended the lives of patients she had earlier fought to save.

Triage — To assign patients into three groups by degree of urgency of illness or injury.

“We divided patients into three categories: those who were traumatised but medically fit enough to survive, those who needed urgent care, and the dying.

“People would find it impossible to understand the situation. I had to make life-or-death decisions in a split second.

Euthanasia — The painless killing of a patient suffering from terminal illness.

“I injected morphine into those patients who were dying and in agony. If the first dose was not enough, I gave a double dose. And at night I prayed to God to have mercy on my soul.”…

“It came down to giving people the basic human right to die with dignity.”

Orwell’s Estimate: Death Toll Less Than Thought

Now that the press has been barred from photographing the dead, remaining New Orleans residents are being driven from their homes, and the city is under military rule, it turns out there aren’t so many bodies after all. If a tree falls in the woods, and there’s no one there to hear it, does it make a sound? If a body floats up from its watery grave, and there are no reporters there to see it, does it exist?

— more philosophical musings below the fold —
Read it and weep.

Death Toll May Be Far Less Than Expected

September 09, 2005 4:21 PM EDT

NEW ORLEANS – Alarming predictions of as many as 10,000 dead in New Orleans may have been greatly exaggerated, with authorities saying Friday that the first street-by-street sweep of the swamped city revealed far fewer corpses than feared.

“Some of the catastrophic deaths that some people predicted may not have occurred,” said Col. Terry Ebbert, the city’s homeland security chief.

He declined to give a revised estimate. But he added: “Numbers so far are relatively minor as compared to the dire projections of 10,000.”

The encouraging news came as authorities officially shifted most of their attention to counting and removing the dead after spending days cajoling, persuading and all but strong-arming the living into leaving the city because of the danger of fires and disease from the fetid floodwaters…

After the citizens are gone, and the press has been threatened and denied access, who will count our dead?

…the city has now reached a near-saturation level of military and law enforcement. In the areas we visited, the red berets of the 82nd Airborne are visible on just about every block. National Guard soldiers are ubiquitous. At one fire scene, I counted law enforcement personnel (who I presume were on hand to guarantee the safety of the firefighters) from four separate jurisdictions, as far away as Connecticut and Illinois. And tempers are getting hot. While we were attempting to take pictures of the National Guard (a unit from Oklahoma) taking up positions outside a Brooks Brothers on the edge of the Quarter, the sergeant ordered us to the other side of the boulevard. The short version is: there won’t be any pictures of this particular group of Guard soldiers on our newscast tonight. Rules (or I suspect in this case an order on a whim) like those do not HELP the palpable feeling that this area is somehow separate from the United States.

At that same fire scene, a police officer from out of town raised the muzzle of her weapon and aimed it at members of the media… obvious members of the media… armed only with notepads. Her actions (apparently because she thought reporters were encroaching on the scene) were over the top and she was told. There are automatic weapons and shotguns everywhere you look. It’s a stance that perhaps would have been appropriate during the open lawlessness that has long since ended on most of these streets. Someone else points out on television as I post this: the fact that the National Guard now bars entry (by journalists) to the very places where people last week were barred from LEAVING (The Convention Center and Superdome) is a kind of perverse and perfectly backward postscript to this awful chapter in American history.

So are there really fewer bodies than expected, or are a whole of lot Katrina’s casualties about to slip down the memory hole?

The Sound of Teflon Cracking

Listen… It’s sound is carried by the wind, wafting through conversations wherever people gather, surging through the blogosphere, and erupting onto the pages of major newspapers. It’s even glanced across the surface of our corporate controlled TV news shows. Like the levees bursting from the mounting pressure of Lake Pontchartrain, the teflon coating that has protected the Bush Administration from the consequences of everything from ignoring the terrorist threat before 9/11 to its violent quest for mythical WMD, is cracking apart.

We are witnessing a massive, collective shift in awareness. These things do not happen over night, but as a cumulative process. The bad news for this President has gathered momentum over a politically disastrous summer. It may too early to tell if the storm headed Bush’s way is full category 5, but it’s clear that the hundredth monkey has noticed that Bush is an ineffectual and detached leader, unprepared for the “hard work” of dealing with reality.

A casual reading of some of the major press organs tells me that the dam has truly burst for Bush and even his titanium reinforced bubble won’t protect him.

— scathing media commentary below the fold —
From the New York Times:

Waiting for a Leader

George W. Bush gave one of the worst speeches of his life yesterday, especially given the level of national distress and the need for words of consolation and wisdom. In what seems to be a ritual in this administration, the president appeared a day later than he was needed. He then read an address of a quality more appropriate for an Arbor Day celebration…

Over at CNN Jack Cafferty exhibited another Bush-bashing verbal tick:

Cafferty: Where’s President Bush? Is he still on vacation?

Blitzer: He’s cut short his vacation he’s coming back to Washington tomorrow.

Cafferty: Oh, that would be a good idea. He was out in San Diego I think at a Naval air station giving a speech on Japan and the war in Iraq today. Based on his approval rating, based on the latest polls, my guess is getting back to work might not be a terrible idea.

The Bush endorsing Union Leader had this to say:

Bush and Katrina:
A time for action, not aloofness

AS THE EXTENT of Hurricane Katrina’s devastation became clearer on Tuesday — millions without power, tens of thousands homeless, a death toll unknowable because rescue crews can’t reach some regions — President Bush carried on with his plans to speak in San Diego, as if nothing important had happened the day before….

The cool, confident, intuitive leadership Bush exhibited in his first term, particularly in the months immediately following Sept. 11, 2001, has vanished. In its place is a diffident detachment unsuitable for the leader of a nation facing war, natural disaster and economic uncertainty.

Conservative Chicago Sun Times columnist Micheal Sneed raises a point:

Watch for a public uproar when statistics show how many impoverished citizens of New Orleans were killed by Hurricane Katrina because they couldn’t afford to flee.

Quoth a top Sneed source who has lived in Cuba on and off for 20 years, and who asked to remain anonymous: “I detest Fidel Castro, but I will tell you this. When a hurricane is approaching Cuba, Castro has set up a system to bus everybody out of harm’s way before disaster hits.

This is just a smattering of the initial reactions to Bush’s leadership, and the water has not, yet receded to show the full scope of this disaster. But as Howard Fineman points out, Bush is returning early from his vacation to face far more than the turning tide of Hurricane Katrina.

We have journalist Malcolm Gladwell to thank for the idea that every social phenomenon has a dramatic “tipping point.” It doesn’t always work that way. And yet Hurricane Katrina is just such a moment. We are a big, strong country — and New Orleans will, somehow, survive — but you do get the sense, as President Bush finally arrived here after a month-long vacation, that a political hurricane is gathering force, and it’s going to hit the capital any day….

Andy Jackson won the Battle of New Orleans. Will George Bush? His poll numbers already at near-record low levels, he will have to oversee the rescue of the Gulf in the midst of a changing climate in Washington. The public’s sense of where America is headed — the “right direction/wrong track” numbers — are dismal. Gas prices are high and unsettling. Congressional Democrats, reluctant since 9/11 to take on a “war president,” finally have decided to do so. And Republicans, knowing that they’ll be facing the voters a year from now, are beginning to seek ways to distance themselves from him.

Chris Floyd suggests that Bush will return to Washington to face a perfect storm. I agree. This “wartime President” will face criticism, this time, with no “enemy” to scapegoat. He’ll have no “with us or against us,” Manichean rhetoric, with which to gird himself. He is about to face the most difficult battle of his presidency, and learn as many have, that you can’t fight Mother Nature.

Judge Not

There have been a lot of discussions on this board about morals and judgment over the last week — some with disastrous results. That such discussions got ugly comes as no surprise to me. I would have been far more surprised if they hadn’t. I have commented very little on these threads, because, I’ve realized, I have more to say on this issue than can be reduced to a few sentences, and that I needed to sit with the feelings that some of this emotionally charged language has brought up for me. For my part, I strive not to judge others. I’d like to lay out why I believe judging other people or their behaviors is unconstructive and why I believe it takes us out of integrity to do so.

First, a little background about me and the foundation for my beliefs. The cornerstone of my belief system is “mystical thought.” I studied for several years with a Cherokee Mystic. (This term is capitalized because it is a tribal designation, not to aggrandize her needlessly.) I am a psychic intuitive and healing facilitator. I am also a caring nurturer and a member of many of twelve step programs, but not a licensed therapist, to borrow from my fictitious hero Stuart Smalley.

One of Stuart Smalley’s oft quoted aphorisms, which I think is very much on point, here, is, “When you point the finger at someone else, you have 3 fingers pointing back at you.” While this is a little precious, there is much truth in it. When we form judgments about other people, what we say is really about us, not them. It’s about our beliefs, our values, and our unhealed wounds. When we criticize other people, it is what John Bradshaw calls “acting out our shame” and what Jungians refer to as “projecting the shadow.” It is easier, in the short run, to point to what we perceive as flaws in other people than to undertake the work of rigorous self-examination.

As a mystical thinker, I cannot look at another person, without acknowledging what they are mirroring about me. This is what my Cherokee Mystic teacher defines as “sourcefulness.” I acknowledge that I am the center of my sphere of consciousness, and that I view the world from my position in it. I also acknowledge, that from another person’s position in the universe, I am simply their reflection. My views have no greater value or authority than anyone else’s. If I think they do, and I place myself in judgment of them, I am saying, in essence, that I think I am the source of their reality. Not only does that violate their sovereignty, it puts an awful lot of responsibility on my shoulders, which, frankly, I do not want.

Mystical thought is simply the belief in one-ness. It is the belief that we are all one greater consciousness, having the experience of separate, discrete identity. We view this universe as holographic —  the microcosm contains the macrocosm. All things reflect all other things. I cannot judge another person, because, in reality, that other person is me, from another position in the universe.

To judge is to hold oneself separate, to create distance from things and people which threaten our sense of order and safety. When we judge ourselves, we are separating ourselves from actions we have taken which are inconsistent with our beliefs. My goal as a mystical thinker is not to separate, but to integrate, to remember the unity that, as part of the human experience, we have only the dimmest awareness of.

I am not saying it is easy not to judge other people, or that it comes naturally. For whatever reason, judging others seems to be the way are wired. I believe that this is because we have forgotten what we are. We live in a world of illusion, what the Hindus call “Maya,” that makes us feel powerless, and we have substituted stealing power from others for a genuine awareness of our power as microcosm of the entire universe. This is because the matrix has us, and we have forgotten that the matrix is us.

As long as we are in the experience of separateness, we also have the experience of difference. The fundamental dichotomy of human existence is the we are one, but we are many. Our individual expression is in constant conflict with perceived others. We collide over disagreements between societies, and within societies. We are constantly shaping, and revising, agreements by which we can share this experience. We call those agreements laws.

Over the last few days, there have been many judgments and beliefs expressed, with regards to abortion. It has been argued by some that “we cannot legislate morality.” This is patently false. We legislate morality all the time. Murder and child molestation, for instance, are illegal because they violate the mores of our society. We just tend not to think of it that way, because there is widespread agreement about those mores. This, in essence, is the role of law in any society. It is the codification of the shared moral values of that society. So, it would be slightly more accurate to say that we cannot legislate personal morality. We cannot legislate easily against things like the sexual activity of consenting adults, because, in a pluralistic society, we do not have the level of collective agreement necessary to codify such things into law. Our laws should, ideally, reflect, a level of consensus amongst the citizens of a society. We have clear agreement that if we injure other people, against their will, violate their person, or their property, that is morally wrong.

We do not, however, have anything approaching widespread agreement about abortion, because we do not share a cosmology. We all have differing views about when life begins and when it becomes sentient, and in the absence of an objective determination of those greater cosmic questions, it is unlikely we will arrive at that level of agreement any time soon. For instance, I believe that life has no beginning or end, but merely changes form, so the Catholic idea that life begins at conception should have no bearing on my choices. Abortion, for me, creates no internal, moral conflict.

We live in a democratic republic, which, on paper, gives us the ability to shape the laws of our society through a process of agreeing to certain representatives through the process of election, who then deliberate and reach consensus about the laws of our society. While it is a few steps removed, this gives us the ability participate in consensus building and create societal rules, which reflect those things upon which we have widespread agreement. This principle is enshrined on the Great Seal with the very mystical phrase, “E Pluribus Unum” or “From the Many, One.” We may be made up of many parts, but we are one country, and, in principle, we have an equal share and equal responsibility in its decisions.

These issues of personal morality are tearing at the very fabric of our republic, because of exactly the kinds of judgments we have been wrangling with on this site. When we state personal beliefs, about which there are not consensual views, as if they are universals, we abrade each other. When those who feel, that either because they are acting on the authority of a deity, or because they invest in their own logical process a superior moral authority, attempt to codify that moral structure for others who disagree, conflict is inevitable. From my perspective, as a mystical thinker, such people are asserting that they are the source of my reality, and are attempting to violate my sentience. From a shamanic perspective, to act as moral arbiter for other people is actually a form of power theft.

I endeavor not to judge. That is not to say that I have transcended judgment. But, I try to be mindful of my own mental process and remind myself that my judgments are mine, and I should take responsibility for them. If I form a judgment about the wrongness of another person’s actions, I consciously append the phrase, “for me.” Think how much could be resolved if members of the Religious Right said things like “Abortion is wrong, for me.” “Homosexuality is wrong, for me.” Because, then the solution is simple. Don’t have gay sex or abortions. This is the difference between judgment and discernment.

If I find that my value system is in conflict with others, I must make the conscious decision about whether or not I am comfortable having an ongoing relationship with them, because I have learned through bitter experience, that I cannot control other people. I can only make choices for myself. I can only set appropriate boundaries, and leave people to their own choices, experiences, and life-learning. So the choice is not to make them wrong, but to accept that their choices are wrong and uncomfortable for me. As long as their behavior does not materially imperil others, and is based in the consensual exercise of free will, it is not my business, or the business of the wider community.

I choose not to sit in judgment of other people because to do so is to undervalue their state of wholeness, and in doing so, I would sacrifice my own wholeness, and become enmeshed in their experience. I cease to be a whole person addressing another whole person. There is an ancient Hindu greeting, “Namaste.” It means literally, “bow me you.” It is usually idiomatically translated as some version of “The divine in me bows to the divine in you,” to address an entire cultural context of respect for the equality of beings as expressions of universal wholeness. So, in the spirit of Namaste, I humbly submit these thoughts for your consideration.