Monday, March 12, 2012

Turncoat Turow: lawyer turned author defends Apple’s scheme to fix e-book prices.

Turncoat Turow: lawyer turned author defends Apple’s scheme to fix e-book prices.

Last Thursday the U.S. Justice Department announced that it was prepared to sue Apple and five of the largest publishing houses for colluding to fix e-book prices. While it comes as no surprise that wholesale books are sold underneath doctored prices what is shocking is that Scott Turow, President of the Author’s Guild, supports the publishers’ attempts to strong arm customers into buying overpriced books! In a letter that he publicly posted online via the Author’s Guild on March 9th, 2012, Turow defends the accused publishers, saying that “publishers had no real choice.”

“We have no way of knowing whether publishers colluded in adopting the agency model for e-book pricing…given the chance, any rational publisher would have leapt at Apple’s offer…Amazon was using e-book discounting to destroy bookselling, making it uneconomic for physical bookstores to keep their doors open.” (Turow, Scott online letter addressed to the members of the Author's Guild)

He goes on to blame Amazon for meting Border’s death blow and putting it “on it’s knees.” He attributes Amazon’s Kindle and rapidly growing electronic readership for the ruination of the publishing industry and big brand book sellers like Barnes & Noble and compares them to the all-but extinct record-stores.

Amazon’s competitive introduction of self-published and unknown, indie authors creates competition for brand-name mainstream like himself, something he’s keen to bemoan. “For those of us who have been fortunate enough to become familiar to large numbers of readers, the disappearance of bookstores is deeply troubling.”Although more and more data shows that readers more readily buy and upload electronic books, especially from unknown authors, Turow insists that bookstores are still the forefront to sell them,“Marketing studies consistently show that readers are far more adventurous in their choice of books when in a bookstore than when shopping online. In bookstores, readers are open to trying new genres and new authors: it’s by far the best way for new works to be discovered.”

While he’s quick to blame Amazon for the disappearance of blockbuster bookstores, he also promotes Apple, claiming that Steve Jobs had introduced an equitable wholesale model that balances on-line publications and bookstores. The irony is that former chief executive of Apple, Steve Jobs is reported to have marked up prices for books which allowed Apple to take an additional 30% cut of the profit. He is quoted as saying to his biographer, Walter Issacson, “We’ll go to the agency model, where you set the price, and we get our 30%, and yes, the customer pays a little more, but that’s what you want anyway.” Jobs then went on to impose the model industry-wide, mandating that “You’re going to sign an agency contract or we’re not going to give you the books.” Jobs’ price-fixing marked the release of Apple’s iPad in 2010 and drastically changed the wholesale policy that book-publishers used to encourage readers to purchase electronic copies.

It turns out that Turow is one of Apple’s leading authors. He and other mega-title authors only benefit from Apple’s strong-arm price fix while the customer looses. New authors being groomed for publicity and success by the big-name publishing companies are threatened, according to Turow, by the independent publishers and self-publishing authors: “For new authors, however, a difficult profession is poised to become much more difficult. The high royalties of direct publishing, for most, are more than offset by drastically smaller markets. And publishers won’t risk capital where there’s no reasonable prospect for reward. They will necessarily focus their capital on what works in an online environment: familiar works by familiar authors.”

Turow’s rhetoric is effusive, but it barely conceals an elitist agenda hidden behind scapegoat logic. By colluding to fix the e-books and dealing a fatal blow to online booksellers and publishers like Amazon, big name publishers and authors protect their reign over the literary industry. Through Apple, Guild members like Turow will have effectively “unionized” what gets published, promoted and sold, thus maintaining their popularity and following as household names. In effect, Turow’s letter to warn the DOJ is nothing more than a sharks’ attempt to keep the minnows at bay. The Author’s Guild and Turow’s vested interest in seeing the DOJ drop the anti-trust charges against Apple leads one to wonder if the AG is backed by Apple’s money. Members of the exclusive Author’s Guild only stands to benefit from the collusion. Turow’s loyalty to Apple highlights the fact that he secures his spot as a national, bestselling author should Amazon lose its ability to play the free market and popularity among e-book readers who enjoy the options and diversity.

Turow’s logic is clear: ally with bullying corporations like Apple to monopolize the market in order to strong arm Amazon and Amazon’s readership with fixed prices, forcing readerships to go elsewhere (read here, Apple’s iBook, Barnes & Nobles’ Nook), thereby diverting them away from the real competition –a growing number of talented and self-published indie writers who are willing to sell their work for under five dollars.

Turow’s blatant support of Apple’s conspiracy sets a biting tone. While lesser known writers struggle to publish with independent companies and compete in a rapidly growing online market, Turow pretends to defend their interests while in fact, ensuring his own. Don’t let Turow’s pity act fool you. Deep down, Turow and other brand-name authors like him hear the reckoning bell in the distance. Before the explosion of online marketing they had an exclusive clutch on writing. The fact is Turow is as talentless as the set of commercial ghostwriters who poop out one sequel of Vampire Diaries after the other. The truth is that the industry is full of potential and ripe for the publishing. Crowd-pleasers like Turow are not rare, they are chosen, hand-picked and groomed by publishers who can stand to benefit from their celebrity. Turow’s letter exposes the Author’s Guild for what they really are- a group of academics and lawyers whose pockets are lined with the money of controlling corporations like Apple. In the end, Turow’s true profession’s won out and he’s proved himself a turncoat to the trade.

http://jakonrath.blogspot.com/2012/03/barry-joe-scott-turow.html

http://techland.time.com/2012/03/08/justice-department-threatens-apple-publishers-over-e-book-pricing/

http://www.thepassivevoice.com/03/2012/u-s-warns-apple-publishers/

http://davidgaughran.wordpress.com/2012/03/10/scott-turow-wrong-about-everything/?blogsub=confirming#blog_subscription-3

http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/technology-17300074

Tuesday, December 13, 2011

The Forgotten Soldier: a Victim's Story

Written on July 4th 2011 for the MST online community in dedication of the many fallen men and women who did not survive Military Sexual Trauma. The narration is told from a service-member's point-of-view. I found it on Facebook and uploaded it here. It's written by a former Marine.


The Forgotten Soldier: a Victim's Story



" You are a young person, a man or a woman, who joins the military to serve the country. You enlist, go through weeks of difficult training to wear a uniform you are proud of. At first you begin your military career with enthusiasm and energy. You have high scores and a bunch of potential. The sky's the limit.


While you are serving, either in garrison or abroad in the uncomfortable deserts of Iraq or Afghanistan, your fellow peers begin to taunt you. They taunt you because you are different, a woman. At first it begins lightly, then they degrade into sexual innuendos. At first you shrug it off, but soon the joking become physical. You are "accidentally" bumped into, or propositioned for sex. You turn to your bosses, but they, too, are in on the "joke." One of them even tries to coerce you to sleep with him/her.


The jeering and jesting makes you unhappy and as you become more and more isolated, you slip into depression. As your confidence is daily challenged, your work performance begins to slip. Over time your scores sink. You are constantly stressed out, nervous and you've developed insomnia. You can't relax since everywhere you go, your peers take every opportunity to tear you down, either verbally or physically. Distraught, you go to the doctor who prescribes you some meds, and for this you are further ridiculed by your co-workers. Increasingly, you begin to isolate yourself.



Then one night, when you least suspect it, you are raped, either by a date-rape drug, while you are drugged-out from your meds, while you are sleeping or worse, while you are conscious. You are surprised that it isn't an Iraqi or a stranger who is doing this to you, but another soldier you work with, your boss or a friend from the barracks. The next morning you try to put the pieces together as you drag yourself to medical. Afraid to admit that this happened, you decide not to ask for a rape kit because you know that they will ask you 52 questions which are designed to make you look like a slut. You remember when another Marine from your unit reported being raped by her boyfriend and how she was treated like a criminal after enduring a 6 month trial that resulted in her perpetrator being acquitted. The last thing you needs are the guys from work saying that you "asked for it" during an investigation. Politely, you thank the nurses and slip out of the clinic.



Back at work everyone seems to be in on your terrible secret as they cast sneering looks in your direction. You can barely work. You can't eat. When night comes, you can't sleep, afraid to re-live the horror. When your mom calls, you break down and admit that what happened, but she can't help you. Miles away in the US, her only advice is to file a complaint. At first, you blow her off, but as the sneers and jeers continue and the sleeplessness mounts, you concave.



Working up the nerve, you knock on your superior's office door to tell him what happened. From behind his desk, he/she raises his/her eyebrow in disgust and tells you to "deal with it" and report it to your NCOIC (Non-Commissioned Officer-In-Charge), Sergeant ______.

You bite your lip: Sergeant ______ was the one who raped you. You tell him/her this, and he just stares at you, with more disgust on his face. He/She calls in your Sergeant, who denies everything, citing the fact that you have a poor work performance, that you are taking meds and that you are depressive. In the end, your superior tells you to suck it up, and you are dismissed. Trying to hold it together, you return to work and are closely supervised by your Sgt, the same person who raped you days earlier.



You can barely function. After work, you rush to your room sleep, but you can't. It's 2300 and you have to be up in 5 hours and your sleeping pills aren't working. You reach over and take another one. Eventually you drowse off, but not before noticing that your door opens (funny, you though you locked it?). As you drift to sleep, the face of your Sgt appears above you and he/she is seething at you in anger. His/her face is the last thing you will ever see alive...



The next day is silent. Your alarm rings, but you aren't there to turn it off. Your uniform hangs in your wall-locker, starched and ready. For two days your room is suspended in perfect silence until finally the door is opened, once again, this time by a group of soldiers who are looking for you.



Among the pile of sheets, they see your hand, slipped out among the covers. One of the MP's pokes you, but you do not respond. As they draw away the covers, they see your face, broken, bruised and lifeless. They begin to take pictures of the scene and do not missed the perfectly staged bottle of sleeping pills and Jack which your Sergeant placed there after he/she murdered you. He/she even put your fingerprints on the Jack (you don't like Jack, you drink tequila!) and emptied your sleeping pills. Your superiors appear at the doorway and are quickly questioned by the police. As the MP's take notes and interview witnesses, the words "depressed" and "suicide" are tossed around.



On the official report, you are listed as a suicide. Because of this your family back home does not get any money to bury your body, nor do they get compensated for your death. They are left with questions and your mother spends many sleepless nights wondering what happened to you and why you killed yourself. She asks the military for your diaries and letters, but somehow they are lost in storage. If she could read them she would see his/her name among the lines..."Sgt____ raped me, and nobody listened."


After reading the fictionalized, second-perspective account of what happened to this woman, we hope we've painted a serious portrait of these crimes, and illustrated just how under-reported and un-just these stories are. Sadly, this story has a real-world parallel. LCpl Marie Lauterbach and Carrie Goodwin (USMC), U.S. Army Lt. Holley Wimunc, PFC Tina Priest & Lavena Johnson and SPC Keisha Morgan are a few of the many whose deaths are under reported and unsolved. The military chooses to call their deaths "suicides" and ignores the fact they claimed to have been raped. In the case of LCpl Goodwin, her rapist still works for the USMC, as do many of the rapists of MST victims.


Please take time to google and research any of these women and their stories and write to a congressman. Until the military takes accountability for their deaths and their rapists, there will be more stories like theirs. If this was your daughter, wife, sister, girlfriend, what would you do?


(Since the Gulf War, the military has attempted to bridge the gap between victims and under-reported crimes of rape and MST. While we still have a long way to go, here is a resource that the US military has made for victims of MST (http://www.sapr.mil/). Civilian counselors can also be reached at PackParachute and VETWOW. Susan Avila-Smith and a group of women in the Northwest and across the nation are also coordinating their efforts to represent victims of MST in the Armed Forces. If you or a loved one needs help, please google any one of these names, organizations or websites listed above. If you are a counselor or a civilian who would like to learn more about how you can help, contact one of these organizations to see how you can help MST survivors from this fate)."

Thursday, May 05, 2011

The Danger of a Complusory Military, Illustrated by the Evils of Recruitment within the Marine Corps

Written by a veteran, USMC 2008-2011

(This in no way reflects my view on all the individuals in the armed forces. This account is simply my experience and the experience universally acknowledge among my peers and others in my profession. I am writing as a concerned member of the Armed Forces, not as a pacifist or an activist, but as a Marine with concerns for the Marine Corps and the individuals in it. This is not meant to condemn myself or my kind, but to make aware to people the nature of the armed forces so that they can avoid idolizing us and reach out to us instead. It is also not a reflection of all recruiters- my main recruiter ended up being an older gentleman who was dedicated to his family and faith- this commentary is about the truth behind recruitment as a whole and the dangers of uncontrolled recruitment among young people).

I work with Combat Camera for a Marine Corps base that focuses on recruit training and recruitment. We spend thousands (possibly millions) each year to canvass our region for teachers. We invite them on base for a luxurious week to tour the facilities and watch recruits train, all accommodations and cost free and on the government dime. The intent of this is to win the teacher's favor by showing them the best of recruit training so that they will a, refer high-school students to our ranks and b, persuade their school administrators to allow recruiters total access of school grounds during any/all operational hours. That's right -a recruiter around kids, freshmen through senior, any day of the week for any function, school event or school activity.

This sound innocent. It is not. As a Marine who realized that over half of her platoon was sleeping with or seduced by their recruiters into boot camp, I see the inherit ill of having charismatic, trained and often married-men and women whose sole goal is to pull bodies of young people into the military, allowed access into high schools on a 24/7 basis. I have videotaped and sat in on countless depositions of sexually abused, seduced and raped female Marines who were used by their recruiters as early as seventeen years of age, if not earlier. They were picked up from school and dropped off, they saw their recruiters during lunch and in-between periods, some recruiters even went so far as to befriend them on myspace, facebook and even attend their church and mingle amongst their families. The school did not prevent these sexual predators from preying upon young women because they believed that the Marines were of sound mind and good character simply because wore a uniform and looked like model citizens. Over half of the women in my platoon were seduced into the Marine Corps by covertly dating their recruiters. Some of them were offered 'contract marriages' while they were in the DEP program. (These ones were luckier because the relationship benefited them by granting them access to prime duty stations, larger incomes and preferential treatment).

In the case of the young women who were not "lucky" enough to get married, there were many stories circulating within my company of being seduced in the office, of being asked to "strip down" and make an "oral report.” Understand that many of these young women were very vulnerable. It is estimated that over half of the women in the Armed Forces have been abused before entering, that 89% claim sexual abuse after entrance and it is estimated that these numbers are conservative because many women will never confess to abuse. Where the number rises is uncertain, but make no mistake that a large portion of women in the military are prone to abuse, physical, mental and sexual, prior to enlistment. In the case of one of my battle buddies, her recruiter told her she was too 'fat' (all the while sleeping with her and her fellow pullies). She became bulimic. I realized the connection when I discovered that she would begin a vicious cycle of vomiting her meals into the head after receiving degrading letters from him. The abuse is not only physical, but because of the power these recruiters have, it is psychological and has long lasting effects that can damage their careers.

In the Marine Corps, fraternization with a non commissioned officer (NCO) or a staff enlisted is punishable, but a relationship with any married military person leads to punitive charges. In this case recruiters could get away with murder because pullies are a, easily manipulated because they do not know the system and don't want to loose their chance at getting a good MOS and b, because they are not subject to UCMJ and therefore unaware of it. A recruiter has nearly all the power and should be held responsible. Many of them do not tell potential recruits that having an affair with them can affect their careers in the future. I had to watch young women, who had started their lives afresh in the Marine Corps, be called into court to recount details of their sexual relationships with their recruiter and defend themselves from allegations. Recruiters are in a position to manipulate pullies and they have so much power over the paperwork that they can almost re-write a person's profile in order to protect themselves down the line. Often, they get out before justice can be sought once it is realized by the victims what transgressions were made.

Many of the disadvantaged high school students who come from impoverished families, broken homes or foreign countries are especially vulnerable to the recruiter because the recruiter is their only means to a new life. Recruiters who are trained to be psychologically manipulative (like Drill Instructors), target the weakness of young people and draw them out- they will tell you anything they want to get you to sign but more importantly, they will tell you what you want to hear. In my case, they told me that there was an illustrator job opening (but they did not tell me this job had closed two months earlier, they even went to far as to make it 'official' looking by asking me to submit an art portfolio for review). I submitted, only to discover myself in a different job altogether. Whether criminal or petty, their role as a career counselor does not mitigate them from using, as the Marine Corps permits them to use, practices that are shady at best, harmful at worst.

One of my recruiters also told me to lie on my physical and mental exams. He phrased it as 'just leave this stuff out, it will slow down the process and you will be accepted anyways.' I came to find out that the Marine Corps could prosecute me for falsified and perjured documents. This is not likely, but once you are in the military, if you get on any one's bad side or undergo investigation, they can use anything and everything against you and will do so (I have seen this happen to the young women who were required to witness: their medical history -or the lack of it- was used by the defense against their word). Moreover and more importantly, these 'left out' details are important. They tell the Marine Corps if you are too weak, too unstable or too criminal to be a part of the ranks, but the recruiters want to meet the numbers will tell you to just 'skip' it over. This results in people facing life-long injury and on occasion, death. In my case I had to see my best friend dangling from a noose because his bi-polar disorder went undocumented (though his recruiters had full knowledge of his mental instability). He killed himself with warning and is one of many who enter after having been told to 'just save this issue for a later date.' This might have been prevented if his recruiters had not 'poo-pooed' his mental history and stuck to the rules of ethical recruitment.

I myself was the typical victim of recruitment (every enlisted person has a 'shady recruiter' story, whether it's getting out of tickets, to an illicit relationship or being jyped out of their job). I was a wary older twenty-year old who was more immune to manipulative overtures but even my scrupulous questions and research never got me the full scoop. I also saw, firsthand, their many other duplicitous practices. They forged paperwork, ignored important medical details and instructed pullies to lie about their mental health, their physical history and criminal past. Some recruiters targeted 'soft criminals' by offering to 'wipe' their records clean, or avoid charges and fines by getting them out of trouble with the law. A call to the police station, paying off the ticket, or making a drug charge 'disappear' or whatever else was needed to get these people out of trouble and into boot camp were efforts made by recruiters to bolster the ranks. From 2003 up until recently, we indiscriminately filled the Marine Corps with mentally unstable, physically unqualified and often criminal people and it has affected the Marine Corps from the bottom up since I have been in. This is the result of rampant and uncontrolled recruiting after 9/11 and it will only be worse if recruiters are given unlimited access to their hunting ground: schools

Furthermore, recruiters target poor schools with impoverished families, immigrants and disadvantaged students who are prone to gang violence and petty crime. The many videos I edited for these teacher workshops were nothing short of sheer propaganda. They told the teachers what they wanted to believe, saying that we were looking for the 'hyperactive student, who would be suited to a fast-paced lifestyle,' or the student who 'didn't know what he/she wanted' and we would turn these fine young men and women into prize citizens. But behind the scenes we were targeting Hispanics, blacks, minorities, troubled young women, kids who needed a bailout from jail or tickets, kids stuck in the small town or kids who had no trade, no college money and no family or opportunities once high school was over. As a recruiting assistant, fresh off of boot leave, I witnessed these practices firsthand and these methods are common knowledge in the Marine Corps. Perhaps it can be argued that they have to recruit somewhere, and that it is better for an inner city boy with no prospects to join a legal organization rather than an illegal one, but this discriminating practice reflects in the ranks and lends itself to small injustices. Furthermore, recruiters have everything to their advantage when they buy sandwiches and give out free rides to kids who have little to eat or no place to go. Don't recruiters promoting the sex industry do the same? While there is no kidnapping or drugging involved, one has to wonder why they would go for the 'easy' kills rather than recruit equally and for quality. I have watched young men get NJPed for a coke habits -a coke habit they brought with them into the USMC because of faulty recruitment- get kicked out. That is thousands of dollars of government money, training and effort wasted on an individual who was unfit to serve from the start.

Shoddy recruitment is nearly always blame in some manner, large or small, though the real culprits are sitting in Congress and the White House. The pressure from Congress to fill up the ranks for the war and their refusal to inquest a draft has put the pressure directly on recruiters, many of whom rarely see their families due to overwork and must turn to shady practices in order to meet their quotas. That is another matter altogether, but keep in mind that these Marines, while responsible for their individual actions, were placed into a next-to-impossible situation and we are reaping the fruits of it as a result.

My job, as a combat camera woman, was to edit videos which persuaded teachers and educators, who were normally and rightly distrusting of the military, to refer their 'displaced students' to us and give us permission to recruit when and where we liked with no accountability. Take it seriously when I say that my job, as a support of recruitment and recruit training, and the job of many others, is to make you believe with no critical reflection that the Marine Corps is a safe place for your child and that we make model citizens who will be better off with us than anywhere else. My job is to hide the many victims, the many failed, the many broken who have been hurt by a system that is not dedicated to the individual but interested in accomplishing a mission at any cost, even if it means deceiving people, forging papers, seducing teens and lying to parents in order to meet a quota. I have written scripts which were deceptive and gone on shoots that chosen to ignore the ills of recruit training. I was ordered to do so, but I take full responsibility for contributing, in my small way, to the illusion and not the truth.

That isn't to say that Marines can't be the poster-children you see in half-time reels and that we're not good citizens, but we are no saints, either, and to portray ourselves as such is just as misleading as any religious sect claiming perfection. The lie is in the unsaid and not the stated, and this is dangerous when you combine it with a goal that has no direct tether. In the case of allowing full access to recruiters in school, be aware that there are no external rules in place to ensure these Marines do not become predators.

The above being said, there are many good and excellent people in the military and I have met great friends in the Marine Corps. There are people who are cut out to be the poster image of the moral warrior because they are the moral warrior. But bear in mind that our Armed Forces are what we recruit and that the people who are recruiting need to be held to standards and should be limited (or at least accountable) for their methods. I fear that letting recruiters, wholesale, into schools, will result in many more tragedies that could have been avoided had we realized the tremendous power, and therefore danger, than recruiters have to influence our young men and women.

Thursday, June 07, 2007

Magick tricks: eating and holding a cake

A Compromise:

Engaging in Machiavellian Prudence


“So it follows that a prudent ruler cannot, and must not, honor his word when it places him at disadvantage[…]”
-The Prince, Machiavelli (57)

An aggressive righteousness cultivated a generation of “upright leaders” fit to guide their people out of moral slavery into the promised land of democracy. The project to sanctify the salt-bedded land of Sodom, ever underway, not only grooms with the best education, it rears with purpose, and within that purpose, gives a charge to live honorably. This has been the American conservatives’ battle for the last century, the game of politics, where everyone’s soul, through electoral vote, hangs on a precipice. By becoming the influence and authority in the land, those who envision moral revival hope to delay or destroy the political strata’s decay, from top to bottom. Amid the zeal, there is never a thought to the spiritual health of the individuals who dedicate their lives to political servitude. Can they maintain the integrity which they wished to impute? Underneath the strains of diplomacy and the body politic, is it possible to instigate domestic resurrections, maintain national security, law and order and remain honorable? To what extent must a moral leader impinge his honor, his word and with muddy hands, play the game?

Politics and pragmatism have been united, covertly, since Machiavelli’s Prince. One need not be honorable so much as maintain the appearance (59). Leadership cannot lead solely through honor and consistency: in order to gain power, one might have to cut heads, bribe, usurp, supplant, even smash toes. Without a claim to inheritance, political acquisition relies upon the assistance of others who demand payment through appeasement and preference (22, 34). Thus a constitutional principality* begets a balancing act between patrician and people:
“ The worst that can happen to a prince
when the people are hostile is for him
to be deserted; but from the nobles, if
hostile, he has to fear not only
desertion but even active opposition”(33).
Therefore, our honorable politician who is a man for the people, by the people, ought not worry about the people, but rather, his peer. For, to build on people is to build on dirt (35). Having established the necessity of any politician, which is to retain the favor of his patrons, senators and beneficiaries, we can quickly foresee what our honorable leader might do to ensure co-operation within his cabinet and furthermore, future reinstatement or worse, dissuade impeachment.

Clear becomes the priority of our official: survival. Maybe he owes the public, but he controls by catering his peers. Survival transforms the political forum into a gladiatorial arena of professionally dressed beasts striving to remain alight on the food chain. “ One must [become] a fox in order to recognize traps, […] a lion to frighten off wolves,” Machiavelli instructs, insinuating a change from moral human into an uninhibited and wily creature (75). A politician must be unscrupulous in his preservation of self and state. Succinctly put,“ […]a prince who wants to maintain his rule is often forced not to be good […] good deeds are your enemy” (63). Therefore Prudence, a probity subscribed to the righteous, becomes the chief virtue of the politician who possesses the feral aptitude to discern intrigue, betrayal and command the same.

To check his opponents he must be capable, to survive, become shrewd. In Machiavellian pragmatism, Good equates necessary evil, a wardrobe for the prince to don during press conferences, national holidays and campaigns; wickedness seems to be the product of such a décor, little better than a satanic angle disguised by seraph robes. But we must not think that Machiavelli promotes an unrestrained ill, for he gives roll calls of bad men who disregarded all for their own interests resulting in losses both state and self (28). A prince must be both loved and feared, but feared more than loved, for “ love is secured by a bond of gratitude which men […] break […]; but fear is strengthened by dread […] which is always effective” (54). Thus the tool of fear safeguards the physical principals that it presides over.

Above all the physical princedom concerns the prince most. Without a country to rule a ruler has no function. Primarily interested in regaining Italy’s nationality, Machiavelli charges his reader, Lorenzo de Medici** of Florence, to oust the stench of “barbarous tyranny” and restore order (3,85). Written during a time of great turmoil, perpetual chaos riddled with risings and fallings of multiple leaders, Machiavelli compares his prince prudent to Moses (82). The Prince has no Christ-like qualities or theocratic agendas which teach of metaphorical kingdoms built upon temples of the heart; his very nature lies earth bound, and as such would only care about the soul if it produced a tax, census or military draft. In the Machiavellian model the vocation of the prudent Prince safeguards and does not intermeddle with crises of the soul.

How then can our upright, moral Christian attempt to revive a culture of God-fear by straddling spiritual piety and political prudery? Shall he become a magician who shape-shifts between the office and domicile? Should he artistically lie to reveal a “greater truth within”? What is the justification for the juggled performance he will undoubtedly engage? The choice between success and failure materializes; either descend into jaded hypocrisy, little better than the society one wished to redeem, or become a weakling begging to play with big boys while retaining the childish blanket of righteousness.

If Conservatism cannot retain herself during tumults of politics, remain consistent with her moral code and be the change it desires to instill, then she cannot contend. To keep her faith and ask the inconceivable –to perform a balancing act of eating and holding cakes- mocks the stringent black-and-white, unyielding Truth that she breathes. Place Bush into office, call him an upright man who keeps his word, but as a prince, even he sleeps soundly while the inmates at Guantanamo Bay are dehumanized underneath the postscript justification named “National Security.” Which is fine, because this is politics, this is prudence, this is keeping the interest of the constituency safe, this is what a constitutional principality allows their prince to become, and in becoming, rule.

*Constitutional principality: this country allows “ […] a private citizen [to become] the ruler of his country neither by crime nor by any other outrageous acts of violence but by the favor of his fellow citizens […]” (32). Machiavelli claims that such a leader ascends to his position through democratic or an oligarchic system. There is ambiguity as to whether the two are interchangeable or combinative, as he notes a power struggle between noble and the peoples for the favor of the prince (33). Thus a constitutional principality can be taken as a mixture of noble and plebian class election, or one of the two installing governed rule.

**Lorenzo de Medici: probably the most renown of the Medici clan, Lorenzo was the offspring of Cosimo de Medici, an Italian banker who became wealthy and powerfully influential by loaning huge sums to popes and kings. Eventually the Medici family established rule in Florence and Lorenzo and his brother governed the city in what appears to be a family coo. During a time of political unrest when Northern Italy suffered from the abandonment of both pope and leader alike, Lorenzo provided a firm, if not overbearing backbone to the Italian Florentines. By forming shrewd alliances and supporting foreign powers through his wealth, he contributed economic stability, though not necessarily enduring peace. Hated by many Florentine citizens for his control and worldliness, Lorenzo’s dictatorship belies the many contributions he made to the arts. Under his liberal patronage, thinkers and artisans such as Machiavelli, Leonardo da Vinci and Botticelli, found freedom to explore the waves of humanistic thought and expression which had previously been unthinkable in Medieval Europe. Through the Medici line, and especially through Lorenzo’s generosity towards the humanities, Florence became an epicenter where the Renaissance would seed and take Europe by storm.

Doyle, Leonard. The Big Question: Will the detainees of Guantanamo Bay ever face a proper trial or be released?. The Independent: June 6, 2007 .
http://news.independent.co.uk/world/americas/article2617407.ece

Machiavelli, Niccolo. The Prince. Bull, George Trans. London: Penguin Books, 1999.

Friday, June 01, 2007

Chpt iii: human nature




:::Columbus and the Indians, Part 3:::

She had to have the Twinkies.

He had to fuck a little girl.



Chpt ii: a philosopher was born to us





:::Columbus and the Indians, Part 2:::

I was told a story by a group of missionaries which involved a heathen and a stick of wood, crudely hewn from a tree. While repairing a damaged limb of his dankini, the savage cut his hand with a stone, and upon seeing the blood, thick red, against the wood, asked; “Why do I fix my god's hand, when he does not repair my own? Who is this god which must needs be made by his subject?” From this inquiry he went to the shamans, confused but elated by the quest which lay before him. The shaman, angered by his insolence, cast him out of the village. The man wandered, from tribe to tribe, petitioning each shaman for an answer, but each one turned him away, some with laughter and others by violence.

Half way around the world, a petty girl with a pencil behind her pigtails and a notepad filled with cursive notes began to cry when she asked the youth pastor about God. “How can He be a good God, when somewhere around the world an Indian, in the deepest dark of Africa, will die and go to hell because he doesn't have a Bible?” Her strangled weeping is addressed with Kleenex and a brochure to the missions field. Later on she goes to her mother, who gives her a passage about God's grace. For several days she bitterly mourns and everyone admires her for being compassionate. After a while, they become bored with her; their response hasn't changed and yet she remains unsatisfied. Warningly, the pastor reminds her of inward sin which stirs the soul of contentment to dare question the Almighty. Her mother, worried about devil's whispers, scolds her until she asks no more and sits quietly at dinner.

Today my classmate wept with a Kleenex box by her side. “How am I to know of God? How am I to live?” And a roomful of outcasts, the Indian savage, the pretty girl, Boethius, Melchizedek, Socrates and Rilke and Dostoyevsky nodded their heads as she sobbed, inconsolable yet hopeful, grieving and alive.



Wednesday, May 30, 2007

Chpt i: MOTHER: a subtelty was lost when we played hearts instead of poker

(the following does not, repeat, *not*, express the author's sentiments
toward her loving family, who she cherishes and respects, nor to all
individuals within the specified groupings. This is a critique from an
insider and former christian homeschooler towards chrisitan
conservative homeschooler parents, and as such, should be read for
its sarcasim, bitterness and insight).




:::Christopher Columbus and the Indians Part One:::

What was wanted? Nothing seemed to suffice, and testament were the perpetual critiques which had not stopped when she had conceded to play the role or rebelled against the mask they asked her to assume. They begged for honesty with phrases appealing to their love as guardians, they claimed their faith could withstand the tumults of truth which had so often wrecked ships along its jagged coastline.

Nothing would have provocated her Sunday School placidity. Nothing except the unanswered questions and the nagging sense of loss which pervaded whenever she opened her Bible. And then she had played the part of loving Christian and suppliant child-daughter and still, still they had treated her miserably-------

Let us be blunt. Allow me, the narrator, the god-like voice of this story yet unfolding, react to the reality which surrounds us, both author and reader alike.

Should I tell you of the subtle horrors of Church and sitting in a congregation, Sunday after Sunday, sermons cutting deep into the marrow of the thing called “soul”? “Thou art nothing, less than nothing!”, “Man is viler than worms,” “we are not worthy,” “thou, o man!” Might I enlighten you to the pains of the children of the missionaries sent to god-forsaken places in the name of glory? Of the negligence on a parent's part to attend to the emotional needs spurned by alienation? Perhaps of the countless youths, silent in their pews, nodding to the sermon, purposelessly turning pages of prayer books, incapable of confessing their drug habits, sexual desires, swear words, loneliness?

You look for the poster-child of your faith, you look for that one prodigy which will herald all your agendas, doctrines, righteousness in a milieued perfection of manners and actions. You groom these off-springs of your faith Sunday after Bible-study, making sure they don't dirty themselves with the next door children, or fraternize with the less-than-educated public school elementary.

You protect them from all evil relativists, prevent them from reading the philosophers and make sure their history books are from Christian publications. Oh no! They would be so confused if they thought that the Greeks practiced homosexuality, if creation was made in more than six days, if the bible wasn't understood literally.

Your Holy-Spirit guide, the sovereign motherhood sense, had beatific visions about the Will of the Lord. With God on your side, no situation was too difficult to interpret, no gray left unanswered. Out of conviction you've told them what to do, how to act, who to be. God forbid they lived and made a mistake! If they walked out of the house in a spaghetti strap, what perversion will ensue? If they picked up the Koran, what political vice would they promote?

You began by grooming their image, like a president's speech advisor giving comments on the little quibbles said, the nuances implied. And what to wear? Head coverings, jumpers, dress pants? They couldn't look too modern, they had to look like something out of the 18th century. This constituted piety. More importantly, it gave you control. If you can manage the image, you harvest the soul, for as we all know, clothes maketh the man.

Next were the friends. By homeschooling your child in the name of “safety,” you successfully eliminated half the war. Scaling down the battle-field you picked out the intimate potentials based upon their parentage. If Mrs. Jackson's husband left, surely her son must also have the same blood in their veins, and really, she must have been a bad wife, therefore a poor example for her girls. And Mr. Parson never attends evening service . Your God-sent children, your talents of stewardship cannot spend a night with the Hudsons who are admittedly snug with a television set and hippie friends.

Oh woman, I can only wonder what kind of acidic bowel movements will plague your digestive system when your God-sends leave for college...Assuming you haven't guilted your sons into the role of provider and parceled your daughters off into marriage. Assuming the haven't run away into the messy-ness of the world, or what we people call “life.”

At least God loves them more than you do. After all that's what you always told them every time you removed their panties to beat their buns into submission. I mean Jesus only hung out with thieves, vagrants, prostitutes and IRS agents. He could certainly deal with a kid who pops heathen music into his headphones. Maybe He could deal with the hickey on your daughter's neck...I don't know. Maybe. His blood might not cover all sins. Maybe your John Mcaurther Study Bible has fine print somewhere. I'm sure that the Elizabeth Elliot NIV Standard doesn't accept girls who've lost their first kiss, but then you would know better than me.

And don't think I excuse the ones who, having read all this, sit back on their haunches and think “ I praise the Lord that I didn't rear my kids that way”. You were probably the parents who looked on as this neurotic portrait-of-a-mother “raised” her children. You tried to lovingly and subtly coax this Hecbate into reason, but when reason and Faith conflicted you sat back on the sidelines and quotes that verse about the weaker brother and meat and justified her convictions through the ambiguity of your favorite word, “faith.”

Then, turning to your own brood, you applied a lesser dose of the toxin, telling yourself that you granted far for liberty and trust among them. As long as they obeyed and played within the rules, you were happy. Catechized by thirteen, baptized (or sprinkled) by eighteen and an active participant in one of the following; Awanas, WorldVision Camp, Christian Debate or the ubiquitous church ministry. Dating or courting papa's pick, refraining from giving a “piece of their heart away like cake” and smiling sweetly about Jesus were signs of a well-rounded human.

Things flow smoothly until one day your eldest -that headstrong one who never quite got the Christian thing- announces that she really doesn't see the difference between Jesus and Buddha. Or your son, who courts the pastor's daughter, is caught with porn and has the audacity to ask; “why it is wrong?” And your youngest just has too many questions about evolution, six-day creation and since her earliest years has said “Mommy, I can't see God. Why do you pray to something you can't see?”

Things flow smoothly until you can't answer their questions.

So you squeeze them out by packing your headstrong off to a camp where she'll “get it.” Then you proceed to threated your son by telling him he needs pastoral counseling, which will jeopardize his relationship. (He recants, burns the porn magazines, fasts for thirty days and his held accountable by your husband who has the same problem, but can hide it better because his porn-stash is back at the office where the bombshell-of-a-receptionist operates more buttons than just “speed-dial.”) And your youngest, well, you just ignore her by buttering your toast and saying, “Jesus loves you, that's why.”

So yes, you are equally culpable as your neurotic Christian sister, Mrs. Amish-Cloak-and-Cape. You are equally responsible for brainwashing your children with facts facts facts and no sensible answers. For bullying them into intellectual numbness by repeatedly ignore them or backhandedly belittling their intelligence by punishing them for their inquisitive natures.

You never did this out of love for your children. You merely wanted salvation to be easy, for God to look down upon your efforts and build piles of spiritual treasure for you in heaven. Or perhaps it was just to one-up that goody-two shoes Cloak-n-Cape Christian who always acted like she had an “in” with Jesus.

I was told that Christian parents aren't perfect, that the blood of Jesus saves and by the grace of God, we all have sinned. To which I replied, “it is not their humanity which disturbs me.” No, please do not think my complaint is so obvious, that I would rail against human nature, pervasive among us all. Who would I be, to point a finger while a forest glazes my eye? I do admit that many of these youths, though overlooked, live, by comparison, safe and unabused, fostered with education, warm meals and clothes.

Surely, their lives as pampered middle-class American evangelicals has more temporal joy than those dinner-table “starving Chinese” or the nameless cute but malnourished Swazilli baby. Sure, by comparison these Christianized younglings are better off with food, clothes and physical safety. When they grow old they will start their own families in the tranquility of suburbia and live the same complacent lives their parents so lovingly and comfortably afforded them.

My complaint, towards all humanity is the squelching of opposition and the burning of thinkers and the ridicule of philosophers. My platform against your typical Christian mothers is her belittling of questions and passivity towards truth while claiming to give her child a “spiritually sound rearing.” It is this irony which perturbs me, more than Compassion posters of parasite-bloated stomachs and
missing limbs; that the centrifugal element of our humanity, the thing which separates us from sea monkies, is crushed, passed by and glazed over without sober treatment. That questions are little heard and quickly pacified by the people who have heralded the tradition of “protest.” That the questions are caricatured as stupid, insignificant or crazy by Christians, the very followers of the man who said, “Let the children come to me, do not stop them, because the kingdom of Heaven belongs to such as these.”

This is my complaint, that those who claim to pursue Truth are willing to stay in a comatose blindness if asking, just mere asking, chances to sift them as wheat.


Thursday, May 24, 2007

for the Christian poets


The Simplicity of your Form

Reconcile for me
Don't divide or dissapate
Creation in its beautious form
From the pain of suffering, sin or hate

How do these coexist
Your Yosemitie and Form
Alongside the common evils
Which daily are the norm?

Was there perfection
In your perfect garden
With a perfect man
In God's perfect plan?

How does a single woman
Not man, nor angel, but human
Bite into an appel
And cause the world to tumble
Like Jerico's walls into mere rubble?

Did you really know this was about to be?
Did you have forknowlege of all our misery?
Does this really bring you God-Honor and glory?

Was her rape, that mere scrape
Just a vignette in the story?
Was that injustice just another
Thing within the mundis
One more into the forray?

So sing your rhyming hymns
And chant those scripted prayers
I just turned your Form
Into a satire muti-layered.

Don't pout about my style, thought or wit or wile
When you sing of bambi lambs and colored-bands
And do not ask things which are worthwhile.

Sing your christian hymns in adoration
Bowed heads in reverence and wonderous anticipation
You really must be mystical to divorce pain and woe
From the Creation story called "God's glory"
Written by His hand not long ago.

a fresco of relief


Davidic Psalms

He wrote "anger"
(and other words)
on his palm.

Across the table,
leaning along her book
a wristlet slipped
to reveal the wrath of
simple, red lines .