Wednesday, February 19, 2020

The Examined Life #1: Pride and Arrogance

Let's talk about pride and arrogance.

Arrogance is when I assume that the other person doesn't know what I know, or as much.

Arrogance is when I assume that the other person agrees with me about every point, or that my opinion is correct and/or obvious.

When someone I'm collaborating with asks me to do something differently and I assume their need is unimportant, or I take their request as an attack, that's probably arrogance.

Arrogance is the destructive expression of pride. Pride can be a positive emotion in small or temporary doses, to keep us striving, carry us through difficulty, or overcome shame. It feels good to acknowledge our achievements. When we stay stuck in pride, it begins to hurt the ones around us.

Arrogance is not meant. If I know I'm lording it over someone, it's more like aggression or cruelty, and that is another discussion. Arrogance is an unconscious state, and that's its greatest danger.

Arrogance is a disease found in the accomplished and the educated. Arrogance is not about achievement itself – it's about a psychological need in the achiever. Ironically, when you meet a true master of some discipline – someone who has been working at it for a long time, been tested, struggled, and overcome frustration, failure and even humiliation – that person is often quite humble and easy to talk to. A true master always wants to learn more, and knows that she knows nothing. Stumbling through the pitfalls of pride is part of the path of a student, and getting stuck in pride stifles one's ability to learn. A true student is constantly learning humility.

Arrogance seems to come from a need for “freedom”: freedom from. Freedom from having to work hard, freedom from having to do the work of considering another's opinion or reality, freedom from having to stretch outside of one's comfort zone. Arrogance is a disease found in democracies, where “liberty” is the common currency. Healthy democratic constitutions establish a balance of liberty and responsibility, and consider both the individual and the community. 

If I think my mind is free from arrogance, it's probably out of arrogance. 

Saturday, February 01, 2020

Remembering Humanism

I'm a humanist. I mean I aspire to be.

A friend once responded that she is a “being-ist.” I understand the idea, but it's kind of like responding to Black Lives Matter with “all lives matter.” Humanism doesn't mean “valuing humans over other beings;” it's the effort to retain our “humanity,” and fierce humanism often (maybe always) emerges in times when we're seeing cracks in our humanity, or the horror of its opposite.

The word “humanity” is by its very nature hard to define – it's a work in progress, and it's taken a whole human history of trial and error to build a definition. The halls of humanism are populated by minds who love the gray area: Montaigne, Primo Levy... and millions of others who will not reach fame because of their lack of sensationalism or absolute adherence to an idea.

Some possible aspects of Humanity: compassion, reason, self-examination, self-critique, willingness to change, moral courage in the face of one's peers (never mind one's enemies – that's easier,) willingness to consider another's point of view (especially an unpopular point of view.) Maybe its main characteristic is a love of those aspects that make us human, such as our curiosity, creativity, sense of wonder, and consideration of the world beyond the tip of our nose.

Looking up formal definitions of “Humanism” will give you a good sense of how humanism is moving forward – old definitions of the word, blindered by Western masculinist academic myopia, imply that classical booklearning is necessary. While education is valuable to the expression of humanism, and humanism teaches us to value well-rounded education, booklearning itself is not a prerequisite of a humanist mind, and plenty of learned people don't pass the test of being humanists. 

Humanism is not necessarily secular, either, though there are those who identify as “secular humanists.” Humanism asks a person to reflect on and question one's beliefs, and is antithetical to fundamentalism or evangelism, but there are many humanists who also follow a religious faith. Many of the most illuminating humanist thinkers of the 20th Century West were Jewish, for example, and for obvious reasons. 

When I say “for obvious reasons,” I'm coming to the heart of the definition of humanism. We are currently honoring the 75th anniversary of the end of an event that exemplified the exact opposite of Humanity – the Holocaust. While the Nazi's main targets were Jews, and “Others” of various kinds, the Nazis also feared and murdered liberal intellectuals in general. And many of the Jews and others who escaped death went on to become dedicated, devoted scholars of the questions, “What makes us human?”, “What causes us to lose our humanity?” and “How can we create a more humane world?” See Hannah Arendt, Judith Shklar, or any of the founding scholars of the New School for Social Research.

Arguably, 1945 was the year that a trend of particularly modern inhumanity reached a climax, from colonialism and slavery, through the commodification of labor and its abuses, to systematic genocides, peaking in the blinding light of the bombs dropped on the people of Hiroshima and Nagasaki. Our species has always had brutality, and in some fundamental ways we are always improving, but the above events had to give 20th Century humans pause in assuming we were becoming more “civilized.”

Perhaps humanism is, most simply put, the response to inhumanity. Hence humanism has more questions than answers, because it is trying to make sense of the senseless. Humanism's home is in the uncomfortable middle ground.

Following WWI, the Far Right took political control of Germany through democratic voting, and subsequently attempted to take military control of the rest of the world. It failed. The fascists attempted to crush humanist thought out of existence, and instead an explosion of humanist thought prevailed in the decades after. Now, the Far Right is succeeding in taking political control, through democratic voting, of many of the most powerful nations in the world, and military victory doesn't even look necessary any more. The gains that we made toward a more just world in the late 20th Century are being eroded. Will humanism survive this wave?

When times are dark, there are always those who will passionately rail against the wrongs of the world and promise fast and sweeping solutions. Humanism longs for a humane world, and yet understands that “the arc of the moral universe is long.” Humanist politicians don't last long in populist political climates, unless they have enormous charm and are masters of compartmentalization... and then they could still be brought down in an instant. 

Humanism, to me, has a feeling to it. It's hopeful and sad, proud and appalled, full of wonder and alarm, and completely alive and engaged in life. It rises above the fray to reflect, but it can't exist in a vacuum or a bubble – one must feel the pain and discomfort of involvement to feel how we could do better; one needs the moral compulsion that comes from being part of the fray. 

Humanists are the first to be torn apart by mob mentality. Humanists are hated and feared by extremists on either end of any scale. And the life of a humanist is the most marvelously alive of all lives.

Today, humanists are writing beautiful essays about the sadness of Brexit. 

Humanism is the canary in the coal mine. 

Sunday, March 13, 2016

Democratic musings for weird times

Sometimes in the muck of modernity, or the crazyquilt of postmodernity, we long for a benevolent dictator, or the romantic notion of a loving, parental monarch from centuries past. When the debate gets ugly, it's easy to forget that the debate is in fact sacred stuff. 

We grew up. We are no longer the children of a king or queen. The language of the enlightenment and later thinkers, such as Kant, Spinoza, and Mill, whose ideals both fueled and were fueled by the American Revolution and subsequent democratic revolutions, was full of references to a new sense of, and need for, a feeling of “maturity.” Sapere aude! Dare to think for yourself! 

During a presidential election season I think we have emotional flashbacks to the days when the decision was out of our hands, when the dear leader would show up, chosen by God, for better or for worse. Thousands of years of monarchy and nobility are still in our DNA memory, and there's a lingering fondness for daddy, who protected us, made our decisions for us, provided for us. I think there's a good reason “Hamilton” has been turned into a popular musical recently – he loved aristocracy and royalty and argued to keep remnants of it in our Constitution, and even died in the noble, violent style of the ancienne regime. In times of uncertainty and upheaval especially, we long to run to the old familiar lap. 

This secret love of the monarch underlies our passion over the presidential race, and our relative apathy and low voter turnout during mid-term elections. (Even the term mid-term elections implies that the presidential is the only really important election, the point of reference.) Of the three official branches of our government, Americans statistically have the lowest confidence in the Legislative, probably because Congress resembles us. They don't wear long black robes, they are not solitary heroes who will singlehandedly save us; they are grunts who do a dirty job with consistently imperfect results. The halls of Congress are even jokingly called a “sausage factory;” we don't really want to know what happens there, and we love to complain bitterly about the outcomes. 

In fact, relative to many younger parliamentary democracies, our Constitution gives an excessive amount of power to the President, precisely because in the eighteenth century even our most progressive Founders, with no contemporary democratic role models to work from, had a hard time thinking outside of the box of monarchy. Arguably the stature and magnetism of George Washington himself (often referred to later as His Excellency, or His Highness the President,) within the Philadelphia State House influenced the Constitutional Convention to create an office with his benevolent leadership in mind. (We still only elect tall guys. Well, that may be changing.)

As I said, we've grown up. Maybe a little fast. Humanity's gradual yet sweeping embrace of democracy as an ideal and as a system of government is, I believe, an adolescence in our spiritual growth – the societal-level version of the throwing-off of parental authority and the acceptance of personal responsibility for one's choices. Of course it's messy! So much of the horror and turmoil of the nineteenth and twentieth centuries was basically our species using its limited mental, emotional, spiritual, and linguistic tools to deal with the beginnings of a radical, global paradigm shift.

But democracy was, is, and continues to be our trajectory. (Yes, I'm unabashedly teleological in my belief in our spiritual evolution. But it's not a belief in anything as simplistic as “destiny.” We are making the choices here. That's the exciting part.) Democracy is not a finite system – there is no such thing as a perfected one. We strive for a more perfect Union – not a perfect one. The discussion of inclusivity is one example of the gray areas that democratic discourse reveals: who should be allowed to vote, or hold office? If people in prison are affected by public policy, should they be allowed to vote? If people in Mexico are affected by U.S. foreign policy, should they be allowed to vote in our elections? What about children? It was once seriously thought, by educated men, that women and people of color were not qualified to vote. Imagine that! Was that even a democracy? Well, yes, a less perfect one. Democracy's trajectory is towards more and more inclusion, but where do we draw the line, and when do we re-draw it, and how do we keep our system flexible enough that we can re-draw the lines when we've learned better? Democracy, by its very nature, demands that we admit we can't know all the answers, and that we still try to find them. It's exciting stuff, if you're ok with the unknown and can remember to breathe. 

The life blood of democracy is the open mind. Here is the kernel I mean to get at today, if I can find the words for it...

I don't like debate. It makes me really uncomfortable, and there always seems to be some aggressive loudmouth who wants to dominate the conversation or prove something at the expense of the discourse. The point of view of the quiet and the deep is almost always bulldozed over by the noisy mob. Our democratic culture has a love/hate relationship with public debate. There is in fact a sub-discipline in democratic theory that idealizes what it calls the “agonistic” nature of deliberative, or town-hall, democracy. I'm sorry, but a conceptual model of democracy with the word “agony” in its root is just a hard sell. (OK, my interpretation of agonistic democracy is a little reductive, but please bear with me...) 

What people need is to be heard. 

When a person is repeatedly not heard, he or she will go crazy. 

The function of open debate in a democracy is not that one can argue until one finally convinces the listener of the verity of one's opinion. We've seen that this almost never happens. Debate and argument generally causes each party to dig their heels even deeper into their own ideology. It's even being proven with psychological research – our ideologies are practically hard-wired into our brains. An extended ideological debate between a liberal and a conservative ultimately ends with a “communist” and a “fascist” storming off in opposite directions. 

So let's free ourselves from the term “debate.”

The real work of democracy is in making sure that everyone is heard. Or, pragmatically, that more and more of us are heard.

Why the appeal of the Republican frontrunner? His fans say that he is saying things that need to be said. He is giving voice to their fear and anger. That's all. A minority of our society that has been driven to extremes of negative, reactive emotion feels that it has found a spokesman. And of course the media, whose economy is driven by the sensational and the provocative, is going to amplify the squealing voices and faces of discontent (as long as it's not the type of discontent that threatens the media outlets themselves, or their cronies.)
  
If you found out that your teenage son had joined a gang, would you turn your back and refuse to listen to him anymore, the moment the truth came out? Or would you make a point of sitting him down and talking to him? Would you listen when he talked to you? Would you try to find out what was wrong in his life that made him feel the need for gang membership? Even if you knew he was going to be stubborn and contrary and storm off, you would at least try, wouldn't you? Maybe you'd encourage him to join a hardcore punk band to express himself.

This is not a prescriptive essay – I'm not going to say there is something we should do, like run out and hug a tea-bagger. (Though maybe you could buy him coffee and a donut and listen to him for a few minutes.) What I'm reaching for here is an expression of the spirit of democracy, because I think we lose sight of it in the noise and fury of election years. I'm just going to riff until I find it... 

We are moving toward being a more compassionate species. Those of us with the time and luxury to reflect can imagine, for instance, a future without war and poverty. We grow as a culture and as a species the same way an individual grows toward being a more fully realized human – by stretching to consider new ways of... well... stretching and considering. This is the essence of living democracy – it's a system that contains the very mechanisms that allow it to grow democratically. (Here the term “strict constitutionalist” is an oxymoron – a true democratic constitution is made to be re-interpreted as conditions change. RIP Mr. Scalia. Good bye.) 

I guess I'm saying we can't be groovy, enlightened people in our personal or spiritual lives, and still turning our backs on each other politically. Our problem is not that there are wackos with radically different beliefs than ourselves. It's a bigger problem that we're isolated from those wackos in our own bubble. The practices that erode democracy – isolation, failing education, misinformation – are more dangerous than the isolated, undereducated, misinformed people themselves.

One of the defining characteristics of the ideal democracy (which, as I've said, doesn't exist per se, but needs to exist as an idea for us to strive toward) is that all voices are heard. Even fearmongers. Even strict constitutionalists. Even socialists and middle-of-the-road diplomats.

Something new needs to happen. Something new is being born. Things just wouldn't be this weird if it wasn't. And we're going to birth it.

What could it be?

We fantasize sometimes about the whole system crashing and being re-tooled. Things are so science-fictiony now it seems like anything could happen. But collapse and rebuilding is an awful prospect – a lot of babies would be thrown out with that bathwater, methinks. When my mind is calm and clear it always seems to be able to come back to rest on democracy, and it feels like the sanest place – the place where we are all truly in this together (even our crazy fringy cousins,) where age-old wisdom proves solid over and over again, where human decency again shows itself to be the bottom line, and where systems (however incomplete or flawed) built by intelligent, thoughtful, hopeful people with consideration for future generations are still pretty reliable tools for moving forward with each other.

I still trust our ship of state to right itself. Now please get out and vote. And please especially get out and vote again in two years.

[This is not a scholarly essay, but some of the ideas reference the following sources:
Miracle at Philadelphia by Catherine Drinker Bowen
An Answer to the Question, What Is Enlightenment? by Immanuel Kant
The claims about American confidence in the various branches of government, and the neurology of ideology, should be Google-able. If not, my apologies.] 

Monday, September 28, 2015

Ten Minute Conversation with a Plant


A large-scale, sociopolitical solution to global warming and the environmental emergency would be most welcome now. We can all get frustrated, though, if not heartbroken, with how slowly top-down solutions work, if at all. And not all of us can find the time to grow our own food or the money to buy a hybrid car, or even make it out to the farmer's market.

So here's something we can each do (or not-do) right now that takes no effort at all, and can help build the foundation for the shift of perspective necessary in our species to help us move forward.

It'll take ten minutes.

Go outdoors, into your yard, or to a park or bus stop. Sit. If the weather's unbearable you can look out a window. Look at the nearest bush or tree. Or cactus. Even a weed or patch of grass will do if resources are that limited. Something from the plant kingdom.

Do not attempt to “quiet your mind.” Let it chatter on if it wants to. In the midst of any and all chatter, observe the plant. Ask yourself the following questions:

In what ways has this plant grown? In other words...

Does it lean? Toward or away from the morning sun? Toward or away from the afternoon sun? Does it seem to be reaching for the shade instead?

Is it “legging out,” i.e. does it have limbs growing peculiarly long and skinny toward the sun or shade?

Are there “suckers,” or branches coming up out of the ground around the base of the trunk?

Is the trunk twisted in a certain way? Is it scarred?

What do the answers to these questions tell you about the way the plant lives? This requires no magical powers or intuition – use simple logic. Could the plant be reaching for something as it grows – sun, shade, water, other nutrients? Could it be competing with another nearby plant for any of these resources? Could it be twisting a little every day to reach somewhere? How could nearby animals, including humans, be affecting its growth?

How might this plant be growing in the wild, without human intervention? Would its leaves scrape the ground? Would animals be eating it? Would it be more dense, or spindlier?

Every plant needs a certain balance of sun, water, and specific nutrients to thrive, according to its genetic makeup. A desert cactus may swell up, rot and die with too much water. A northern vine may hide from the sun if it's too hot and intense. As well, many desert plants can actually suffer from sunburn, and some cooler-climate plants like tons of sun. Sun and water are the biggies, and any question about the health and/or growth patterns of a plant can usually be answered by some excess or deficit of one or the other, before even considering things like nutrients and soil PH. The actual survival of a plant of course also depends on its tolerance for freezing or excessive heat, and its natural lifespan, among other factors. But pardon my garden geeking...

Keep looking at the plant, and consider what kind of plant it is. Do you know its name? Do you know its normal habitat? If not, don't sweat it - it's easy to get hung up on titles and definitions. Plants have individual lives and stories as well as their genetic predispositions.

Consider the plant's characteristics:

If it's a leafy plant, are the leaves waxy, fuzzy, large, small? In what pattern do they grow – in rows or bunches? Are the leaves scrunched closed or splayed wide open? Are the leaves all alike, or are some different? What color are they? If green, is it dark, light, dusty? Look closely at the leaf shape. Could you memorize the way this leaf looks and draw or describe it later?

Leaves are primarily sunshine collectors. What do the leaves tell you, logically, about the plant? Does it want a lot of sun? Does it like to have the sun barely brush its leaves, and filter through? Is it happy with the sun it's getting? Might it be getting too much? Too little? What might any other characteristics, like fuzziness, waxiness, or peculiar shapes mean?

Look at the trunk and/or branches. Does it have bark, or is it smooth? Are there thorns? Look at the knots and places where branches have grown out and fallen off, or been removed. How has the plant healed from these changes? Is there a pattern to how the branches grow? Are there dead branches? If you were a sculptor and could sculpt the exact shape of the trunk, could you, from memory?

Is there fruit? Are there buds? Flowers? Where do these grow? How? Observe the details... How might your plant reproduce? Does it send out shoots that root? Are there insects? Birds? If so, what are they up to?
How is the weather? Humidity? Is there impending rain? How might these factors be affecting the plant, right now?

Is there wind? How does the plant move in the wind? Take a little time to watch this carefully.

What time of year is it? How could this be affecting the plant?

What are your other sensory experiences of the plant? Crush a leaf in your fingers and see if it has a smell. What does the bark feel like?

If you've been observing the plant this long, you're probably noticing many characteristics not even mentioned here. Think about them. Come up with your own questions and theories.

If you feel like sitting a little bit longer, allow your imagination to play a little. What would it be like to be that tree or shrub, standing there day in and day out? What might its roots be doing right now? How might they be growing, in relation to the water sources around? What do you have in common with this plant? What questions would you ask it, if it could speak? What do you think it would say?

Observe how you feel now.

If you've spent 10 minutes on this exercise, consider the possibility that you've done a service to the planet and yourself. Next steps: Do it again tomorrow, or in a week. Do it throughout the year and observe the seasonal changes. Do it for years and observe the longer changes. Do it with a variety of plants. Try it with the whole ecosystem of your yard. Come up with your own variations.

If repeating this exercise seems like a chore to you, then don't trouble yourself. Please consider, though, that there is a wealth of information in a single living form, and that the longer you spend with a living, changing being, the more you can learn about life. A tree will teach you more about itself than any book or nature documentary can, if you take the time to look and listen. And in taking this small amount of time, you are forming a relationship with a being from the plant kingdom and helping to reconnect our species to the web of life from which we've become alienated, or distracted at best. You are perhaps better equipped than you were ten minutes ago to deal with large-scale abstract climate news that can be so overwhelming. You are an ambassador.  

Tuesday, November 13, 2012

What now? Civility.


One of the main messages that Radical Right politics has promulgated is that the only people worthy of the good things in life are entrepreneurs, and of them only the successful ones. The joke goes, I think, that we have no poor people in the United States, we only have temporarily frustrated millionaires. The ideal of the self-made business success story pervades our media and culture, our language, our though patterns, and our very conceptions of reality – what we believe is even possible. Many New Age belief systems elevate financial success as a sign of being spiritually evolved, universities require academics to market their work, and we tend to feel personal guilt and low self-worth when we are not making ends meet. In the 19th century, bankruptcy was often accompanied by suicide. The woman who jumped to her death in Spain recently, simply because she lost her home, may be a specter of the same thinking.

The irony, at least in the realm of political leadership, is that many of the men preaching entrepreneurship as an ideal are not entrepreneurs themselves. Their daddies, or their granddaddies, were. When public policy punishes the financially unsuccessful or unambitious through cutting social safety nets, gutting education, stripping legal protections and funneling more and more poor folks into prisons, the men creating and pushing these policies are, at best, basing their decisions on an abstract ideology their fathers taught them from anecdotal experience, at worst transferring their own fears of inadequacy onto society’s most vulnerable. It’s like the kid who gets beaten by his father at home, then goes to school and beats up the littlest kid on the playground.

It’s bullying, on a systemic level.

There are many of us who are simply not entrepreneurs. Some of us are scholars, some are spiritual seekers and contemplatives, some are artists, some are healers, nurses, public servants, gardeners, gifted ditch diggers and visionary educators. We do the things we do because the doing makes us feel alive. And all of these gifts are valuable to the greater society. Speaking as an artist, contemplative and scholar, every minute I spend trying to market my work feels like it’s draining my lifeblood. But I will work passionately, twenty-four/seven, if I’m allowed to simply do what I’m put on this earth to do.  

A truly civil society allows all of its members to express their gifts, without necessarily having to also market those gifts as products and services. In our world the way it is, it’s a nice marriage when an artist finds an entrepreneurially inclined person to market his work. But an artist’s very survival shouldn’t depend on being able to find an agent. When we have to scramble to find patrons to take us under their wings and agents to slay our dragons, we’re looking at feudalism again. It’s the same when a contemplative needs to buy into a specific religious doctrine simply to have a monastery in which to be supported to pray, or when a scholar has to work herself to death as an academic bureaucrat just to do the research she values.

So far, our Liberal-democratic system of governance has been constantly developing and evolving so that the gifts of all can in fact be expressed with minimal distraction. The reason we haven’t bought pure communism is that we acknowledge entrepreneurial people, and the majority of us feel these folks should be allowed to express their gift and be rewarded for it to some degree. And the reason we haven’t bought pure free-market capitalism is that we value the gifts of non-entrepreneurs, and that we also acknowledge we have a moral imperative as a society to provide for the basic needs of all, even those whose gifts we don’t recognize yet. The constant push-pull of conservatives and liberals, Republicans and Democrats, has kept this system in a state of equilibrium that has allowed the ship of state to move forward, and democracy to continue its painfully slow growth process.

The ship has leaned so far to the right lately it has almost capsized, in the U.S. and all over the world, because of flaws in our system that have allowed certain greedy interests to shape policy to their own financial benefit. The democratic revolutions in the Middle East, the protests against austerity in Europe, and the recent Democratic victories in the United States are all indicators that we may, thankfully, be able to lean our ships of state back to the left a little bit, and that humanity is not buying the laissez-faire capitalist ideology. But the ship is taking in water, people are falling overboard, and the moneyed interests are not going to give up yet.

I’m feeling hopeful right now, though. I think one thing the U.S. elections showed us is that more money does not exactly correlate to more votes. Yes, I’m sure it had a lot of sway; things would no doubt be a lot “bluer” if corporate giants didn’t own all of the mainstream news media and possess unlimited campaign spending power. But we still got Barack Obama back in office, and more Democrats in Congress than we might have hoped for. I think it actually turned a lot of people off to be constantly bombarded by negative political ads on TV, and that many of those in the middle politically chose to go with the party that was displaying decency, humor, compassion, and moral and social responsibility, and was finally showing the huevos to stand up for gay, women’s, and immigrants’ rights.

I find it especially exciting that here in Arizona, we are electing to Congress Kirsten Sinema, who wrote a book on how to work with people we disagree with (she should know, as a Democrat who cut her teeth in Arizona’s ultra-conservative legislature), and Ron Barber, who founded the Fund for Civility, Respect and Understanding as a positive response to being brutally shot by an armed gunman in the January 8th, 2011 shootings. The Fund for Civility is dedicated to working on issues of bullying and access to mental health resources, among other projects. It’s poetic that these people who have experienced some of the worst of what a violent, selfish, and irresponsible ideology can produce, and who have responded with love, patience and creativity, are going to Congress to represent us.

These times have been incredibly divisive, and I think that’s one reason many of us came away from Tuesday’s elections not exactly ebullient - we were simply exhausted from the stupidity and excess of overfunded campaigns, and from having to fight like hell just to hold on to things we thought were our birthright – decency, fairness, equality, justice, the possibility of peace… Right now we are a country divided, and that is the greatest danger to our democracy – much greater than leaning too far to the right or left. We have a lot of nasty policy to clean up over the next few years, and crises to be averted and fixed, but more than that we need, on a cultural level, to reclaim our civility. Barack Obama has been a model of the commitment to civility. We have a few more models in Congress now. And we can each contribute in our own way to making this a more civil society, where everyone’s worldview is respected and where every person has the political and social space in which to self-actuate. In every moment, we can choose to interact with each other in a way that does no harm. We can commit to living by the Golden Rule. To be compassionate is, in fact, a political act. The only cure for hate is Love. It's up to every one of us. 

Wednesday, October 10, 2012

A New Choice: Does More Money Equal More Votes?


We’re winning. 

I think we all know that we can’t solve our problems merely by throwing money at them, or more pointedly, that more money does not necessarily equal more solution. Ironically, it has been the strong suit of old-school conservatives to point this out, ideally helping keep government programs and bureaus streamlined, efficient, and accountable. I say ironically – because the new-school neo-conservatives running the GOP are throwing money at their campaign like there’s no tomorrow. (Well, there obviously is no tomorrow in the Radical Right’s worldview, for example – its pathological lack of responsibility toward our planet’s environment and future generations.) I think it’s a promising sign, actually.

It means that their usual fight-or-flight mentality (which in its low-grade, day-to-day state merely keeps them unimaginative yet calculating,) is in full panic mode. They’re being just plain stupid now. Like the Chimera when she realizes Odysseus just isn’t falling for it. Or Mystique when the Wolverine has bested her.

The “omney yan” yard signs should be the first clue that something is out of balance. Have you seen them? So poorly designed that the “R”s are almost invisible. Maybe the campaign couldn't find a single graphic designer with an ounce of imagination who would work with them. Or perhaps some clever graphic artist sabotaged the logo by underdesigning it, and still brought home a good paycheck. (Kudos, if some artist pulled that one off!) The Republican Party can probably afford to dust every street corner in the nation with these yucky signs. But does more yuckiness mean more votes? 

The coup de grace, though, is the new spate of Republican ads on YouTube. Now, I’m not sure of the exact demographic that tunes in to YouTube, but I’m guessing it’s one that is generally more informed, creative, engaged, critical, and interactive than the one vegging out in front of The Tube at prime time. In other words, the Far Right is probably not going to find a large fertile field for its narrow, selfish platform here. On top of that, the ads they’re running are the obnoxious kind that can’t be turned off after a few seconds. I guess this type of ad costs more money. So of course they can afford it. And the ads are bad! The color schemes, the editing, the writing… just plain bad art, funded by people whose aesthetic sense is blinded by fear-based ideology. 

So what they’re doing is using their superior spending power to create an ugly and obnoxious presence on YouTube that will probably turn people already unsympathetic to their agenda even more strongly against them. Spend away, boys! Keep those big bucks rolling in to populist online information hubs! We can endure your ugly ads for another month, I suppose.

My hope is, of course, that this annoyance will get young YouTube watchers to actually vote.

What’s really exciting about this phenomenon, though, is that it’s a harbinger of a potential sea change in consciousness. The less it feels the need to hide behind a mask of average American values, the more the Extreme Right is showing us all what it truly is and who is behind it. It’s the same way the villain in an epic adventure takes off his disguise for the final confrontation, when he’s sure that he’s winning. It’s a sign of overconfidence and narrow vision. (For those who feel my references to fictional stories weaken my argument, remember that our mythologies are a reflection of real processes in our psyches. And our institutions are a macrocosm of ourselves. Or so Socrates implies.)

We may be coming to a point in time where the majority of voting-enabled Americans will be presented with a fresh new choice. And God knows they’ve been longing for one. The choice is no longer between two fairly reasonable political ideologies. As well, it is not between two puppets spouting differing policy stances but still in the pockets of corporate power - the "lesser of two evils." Please get over these old scripts; one is antiquated and erroneous and the other is debilitating to the spirit. 

The choice we have before us is between beauty and ugliness. Between love, music, creativity, intelligence, responsibility, care, compassion, diversity, fertility, aliveness, sexiness, and humor, and a pale, fearful, monochrome worldview that negates all of these. We are coming to a time where our survival as a democratic state may actually depend on the electorate going with their gut. The Right no longer feels accountable to factual truth. Yes, that’s another sign of pathological thinking and moral bankruptcy, but maybe there is a bright side; when facts become so clouded and inaccessible that rational choice becomes difficult, it forces one to go with feelings and intuition. (It’s the whole point of a Zen koan to confound the logical brain, hence opening the doors of the mind for spontaneous wisdom.) The overworked, underpaid, malnourished, ill-informed, frustrated majority of Americans with no time to research the issues is going to have to decide, on feeling, whether to go with those guys who are beating us over the head with excessive, ugly, divisive, negative ads, or the ones who can’t afford as much airtime. Since the life-affirming doesn’t get much voice in the mainstream, the average American may have to gamble on the ones not making as much noise, may have to step into The Unknown.

Yes, I’m talking about the Big Shift here. Most of those still reading this have done some sort of inner work that required them to step outside of their comfort zone for the sake of their souls, whether through mainstream therapy or through spiritual work. In the lives of most adults there comes a point where, for the sake of health, survival, or merely happiness, we are faced with a choice to let go of old destructive behaviors and beliefs. This process always requires surrender to feeling and intuition. I think we as a nation are coming to the same place in our collective story. (Remember Plato? The larger is a reflection of the smaller, and vice-versa.)

Will we make the step? It’s anybody’s guess. I think something else is being challenged, too. Our faith. It’s a sad side effect of critical thinking that it can lead to a pessimistic outlook on the future of humanity, or at least for America. So the challenge for critical thinkers is to stay positive, trust that one way or another we’re going to be ok, and remember that there is a younger generation of people not so hardened by disappointment; they’re the ones who got Obama into the White House in the first place, against all odds, purely on innocent faith and youthful energy. Remember that. Remember that the way Christians remember that “Pharaoh’s army got drowned in the Red Sea,” or the way Jews remember the Menorah candles staying lit. Try some faith. You don’t have to be religious.

What can we do on the ground? Encourage voting. Vote. It’s not just about the Presidency – we need a Congress that can work with Obama or we will suffer four more years of struggle and stagnation. We can’t afford that. And we need state governments that will not waste our time and resources bucking national policy based on localized bigotry. Work for progressive congressional candidates in swing districts. There’s one near you, no doubt, worth a few hours’ drive if necessary - here's a good place to find out: House races: http://www.realclearpolitics.com/epolls/2012/house/2012_elections_house_map.html 
Senate Races: http://www.realclearpolitics.com/epolls/2012/senate/2012_elections_senate_map.html

Monday, January 02, 2012

The Deep Sacred Night

The Deep Sacred Night

Fall has always felt like a sacred time in my life. I guess it’s a favorite here in Tucson, when the blowtorch of summer is turned down a notch and it’s actually pleasant to be outdoors, and we all come out of hibernation. Overlay that with the more general cultural mythical undertones of the harvest, reaping, the death necessary for Spring’s rebirth, and it’s a recipe for magic. For me, the All Souls Procession is a perfect expression of this mystical time. Spring also has its giddy form of sanctity in the Sonoran desert: the Yaqui Easter ceremonies, the intoxicating smell of orange blossoms, the ethereal green of brand-new mesquite leaves…

A new deeply sacred season has been added to my own liturgy. Maybe other Tucsonans are feeling it too. For personal reasons, it begins for me in early December, and will probably go through the end of January. I’m not sure yet, because this is year one.

On December 7th of 2010, a very sweet and beloved member of my circle of friends, Marta, was killed in a mindless auto accident by a young man who ran a red light to avoid an encounter with the police. As happens with these freak tragedies, a whole community of people was thrust into a period of emotional rawness, the questioning of reality that goes with shock, a search for meaning, speculation on how such a stupid tragedy could have been avoided, the contemplation of mortality and life’s value – all culminating in a strong desire to keep Marta’s joyful spirit alive somehow in ourselves and in the world. What we experienced is also known as the Mystery.

In poetic terms, a period of grief and loss is a time when the veil between the worlds is thin. Whether you believe in a life beyond or not, pragmatically grief is a time when these reflections and feelings can give us a deeper experience of aliveness, catalyze inner growth, and inspire creative responses that actually do keep a person’s legacy (or spirit) alive in the world – immortal. So when I refer to the veil between the worlds, I’m talking about more than the abstract or faith-based idea of an afterlife. I’m talking about (for lack of better words for it) the veil between what is here now and what is possible. The Mystery is a quantum moment.

The key to the Mystery is in our hearts. There’s no “answer” to it – there’s only the feeling of it.

Almost exactly a month later, on January 8th, the entire Tucson community was thrown into grief over another freakishly violent tragedy, perpetrated by another scared young man (this one profoundly disturbed). That it was an attack on a member of the U.S. Congress made the story personal all over the country, and the world.

I think we all get a little emotionally worn down and stressed out by the holidays. At a time of the yearly cycle (here in the Northern Hemisphere) when our mammalian instinct is probably leaning toward slowing down, fattening up, reducing productivity, sleeping, reflecting and relaxing, we are instead thrown by our culture into a juggling act of obligations, expectations, expenses and social engagements, all stitched together by the complex emotional web of intrigue that our families and materialist culture have normalized for us from birth. Even if one can avoid it in one’s own practices (such as choosing not to give presents, or staying home from holiday parties) one would have to hang out in an isolation tank for two months not to bump up against the general feeling. Of course, enmeshed with all of this are moments of joy, familiarity and comfort in spending time with loved ones, some we only see only once a year – it can be such a loving time of year too.

The holidays we celebrate around the winter solstice come between the death/harvest holidays of fall and the rebirth holidays of spring. Because we can’t celebrate the rebirth yet – plants are dormant – we celebrate the return of the light in the midst of a long, dark night. Whatever our spiritual tradition, or whatever shape the story takes, the light is generally tenuous, vulnerable and even tiny, and the night is fearsome and consuming. It takes a miracle. It’s also kind of an abstract concept compared to the drama of the first freeze of fall or the first green buds of spring – the solar cycle is so slow and subtle we barely notice the days getting longer at solstice. It is a tiny change. But as the days go on we see that it’s really getting lighter. The seeds in the ground, and the branches of the trees, in their own slow, slow, way, are sensing the change.

Maybe I’m just feeling the spirit of this season more deeply than before. Again, Tucson doesn’t exactly fit the temperate-zone mythologies we’re taught as children; our growing season is year-round for a lot of plants. Fall and spring are less dramatic here. Though it’s interesting that last year we had an exceptionally hard freeze that killed and traumatized a lot of our frost-sensitive plants, and this winter has been chillier than normal too. Maybe we’re learning a new holiday.

Last year, after the shootings, people in Tucson were all in a daze to varying degrees – trying to get through our day-to-day activities and wondering why we couldn’t even tie our shoes. The grief hit us all. For those of us who were able to slow down, take some time off, reflect, or simply take moments to be conscious of the profound thing that had just happened in our community, it was a time of great creativity and healing. The shrines are a beautiful example of the immediate creative response. Since then, there has been an explosion of creativity and activity on all levels: Gabby’s office has been flooded with art, writing, and music (as I’m sure the loved ones of the other victims and survivors have); Ron Barber and family created the Fund for Civility, Understanding and Respect; Members of Congress chose to cross the aisle for the State of the Union Address and tone down violent rhetoric; and many people have stepped out to become civically involved, or use their artistic skills in new ways. There are too many examples to name. You’re probably one of them!

This is the definition of a sacred time, I think. Holy Days. A time when we can reflect on the bigger picture, and the potential each of us has to be bigger and brighter, and the better world we can create, and are creating. I’m not saying this in some Polyanna, abstract way – the night is long, dark and scary. People are hurting. It’s by looking into that darkness, acknowledging it, humbling ourselves before it, and feeling all of the feelings of this grief that we touch the Mystery, and bring the light back.

Please be kind to yourselves and each other, and know that things are going to be a little strange, and our hearts a little raw, for the next few weeks.

I’d love to hear other people’s experiences and reflections on this time.

Friday, October 07, 2011

Our Power

We are not concerned that this movement is not being taken seriously by the champagne-sippers on the balcony. This is just an example of the difference between one understanding of power and another. Any sci-fi fan knows: the evil emperor always thinks he has the upper hand, when in fact he is ignoring the most essential factor of the conflict (or could never have second-guessed that the harmless-looking, primitive Ewoks would throw themselves behind the rebel forces in the final reel.) Those who understand war know that a battle against a native people fighting fearlessly and confidently for their turf is nearly unwinnable (though with enough firepower those people can be suppressed for centuries – but they will in fact rise again. For instance, there is a theory that despite the military defeat and genocide of the indigenous Americans, the eventual embracing of Native cultural values and beliefs by mainstream America will be essential to the very survival of our species; hence, the cultural “victory” will ultimately go to the Indians, not the cowboys. We will all be assimilated.)

The power of the People’s Movement is in our imagination, compassion, humor, and concern for the future – all traits lacking in the forces that would try to hold us back. It’s these deficiencies in the “powers that be” that got us into the mess we are in to begin with. Forces of oppression and coercion have always used a certain strategic cleverness, but it is not at all the same thing as the intelligence of compassion and imagination that we have at our disposal. The fear-based paradigm can't comprehend, much less value, this type of intelligence - it's essentially invisible. Hence, we have "the upper hand." The Ewoks are on our side. As is Love.

Yes, we have lost battles. More may be lost. We are a little punch-drunk from generations of struggle. But there is another factor on our side – we are living in increasingly unstable times. As gracefully explained by Immanuel Wallerstein, Senior Research Scholar at Yale, the dominant paradigm of capitalism is collapsing – it is on its way out, whether we can wrap our minds around the fact or not ( http://www.commondreams.org/video/2011/10/04 ). Capitalism has been the dominant system for 500 years, has run its course as all systems do, and has been in its death throes since around 1968. We can distract ourselves with critiques of, or attachments to, the old system, or we can get on to the truly important and rewarding work of creating what will come next. Whether we agree with Wallerstein or not on the specifics, the instability of our time in human history is no matter of conjecture – we are experiencing it on all levels.

Fortunately, instability is the home turf of imagination and creativity. It’s where genius thrives. In particle physics, it is the wave form that holds all possibility, before it makes the shift to particle form. Times of trouble are when we tap into our deepest wells of compassion. The stress of the unknown is manageable with humor. And with a serious commitment to our responsibility to future generations, and flexibility in the aliveness of the Now through humor, imagination, and compassion, our steps forward will be productive, and synchronicitous, and beneficial to life on this planet. Wallenstein says that in times of stability, it takes great effort to effect the smallest change, as exemplified by the general failure of the violent revolutions of the last few centuries to bring sweeping social justice for their instigators. But in times of instability, small actions can create great change. It’s simple chemistry.

When one truly believes in something, one will not be very concerned with danger to life and limb, or concepts of failure. In my own experience, jumping out there into the real experience of standing up for what I believe in has been the most alive feeling I’ve ever known. It is an experiential type of knowing that cannot be second-guessed – you have to just go do it. This is what’s behind the smiles on the faces of some of the protesters as they are hauled away by police. This knowingness is spiritual power, and it has been demonstrated by prophets, saints, spiritual teachers and social movements all through human history. It’s also called faith, and it is the basic ingredient in miracles. And it’s what is happening in Liberty Plaza, and what happened in Cairo, Libya, and Madison, and it is spreading all over the world in one form or another. We are truly the ones we have been waiting for.

Wednesday, April 13, 2011

Happy Thomas Jefferson's Birthday! Some wishes based on his life and legacy:

May our Hearts and Heads be integrated.

May our minds be used for wonder, imagination, and conscious choice, rather than for worry and strategy.

May we honor, respect, and celebrate the Earth, her bounty, and her power. May we spend more time with the Plant People, and study the wisdom in the Living Library.

May we hold all beings as created equal (not identical, but equal), endowed by virtue of our common divine source with certain inalienable rights, and that among (but not limited to) these are the rights to aliveness, freedom, and the cultivation of joy.

If we must create institutions and laws, let us create them with the intention of nurturing our evolution. If institutions and powers cannot honor the above rights or nurture our evolution, may we have the courage to change these systems, or dismantle them if necessary.

May we set the captives free, inside and outside of ourselves. They are us.

May we acknowledge, and forgive ourselves for, and take responsibility for, our historic ignorance, pride, and cruelty. May the old hurts be healed.

The Triumph of Reason served us well. Thanks, Reason, for freeing us from knee-jerk emotionalism, but your cleverness is seductive, your puzzles are distracting, and you don’t have the answers to everything. Now it’s time for Love, Magic, Trust, Joy, Compassion, and Evolved Irrationality to navigate. We love you, old boy, and we hope you’ll be part of the team.

May we love openly and without shame.

May we take time to slow down, to experience the beauty around us, and be with our loved ones while we can.

May we be grateful to, and honor, all of those who clean up after us, cook our food, grow our crops, build our roads, teach our kids, keep the wheels turning and fix it all when it breaks.

May we hold a well-rounded education that fosters imagination and reflection in our children as sacred and essential to our democratic evolvement.

May we know that true liberty comes hand in hand with compassion and responsibility.

May we play and hear music as much as possible. May we open our eyes to art. May we open our bodies to the Funk.

May we each be a Light to everyone we meet, and bring out the best in each other.

Friday, January 14, 2011

From a Tucsonan, January 11, 2011

I’m a Tucson native. We are a rare breed, since so much of our population has moved here from elsewhere – for the weather, for the wide open spaces, or for reasons they probably can’t articulate, some of which I will attempt to here. You can usually tell Southern Arizona natives by the slowness of our speech, our maddening lack of ambition, a certain tacit optimism, and a faraway look in our eyes. I attribute most of these cultural traits to the fact that we all had our brains baked sometime in our first year of life. And to the wide open spaces – you see that look in New Mexican eyes too. I’ve tried to live other places, but the Old Pueblo keeps pulling me back; the word is, it’s a vortex – it’s nearly impossible to pry yourself away once you’ve settled in. And if you’re actually born here, well… why would you want to live anywhere else? (Ok, there’s the fact that we’re running out of water. But the tacit optimism comes in handy on that one.)

As a deeply rooted Tucsonan, I feel a need to respond to the recent shootings. I feel my beautiful, peaceful hometown has been added to the grim list that includes Oklahoma City and Columbine, with the added element of an attempted assassination. This list colors the names on it with the funerary pallor of grief, the blood red of violence, and the olive drab of militarism, and it breaks my heart to think of Tucson seen in such unimaginative hues by the rest of the world. Yes, there has been violence, and we are in mourning. But Tucson comes in more than three colors. (As do Columbine and Oklahoma City, Memphis and Dallas, I’m sure.)

My response is not pointed. I just want to tell you some things about who we are, how we’re feeling, and get to some glimmer of meaning in all this.

We knew that something like this was coming, what with the general militarization and stupidification of American culture. The radical right-wing, corporate-owned, neoconservative security state has been co-opting the Wild West populism and individualist ethic here for decades. Libertarianism finds easy converts out in the spiny, dusty desert. Cowboys carry guns. This is the home of Wyatt Earp and Doc Holliday, Geronimo with his rifle and his face of stone. If you’re still thinking in 19th century terms, Joe Arpaio is not such a far cry. Our legislative majority certainly seems to be right out of that century - bought lock, stock, and barrel by the prison industry – gutting education, slashing services to the most vulnerable people, building walls and fences, militarizing our police. For God’s sake, they proactively support legislation to allow guns on university campuses! What in the world are they thinking? I’m guessing they’re hoping armed lunatics will bypass the post offices and shopping centers and start shooting up the “bastion of liberalism.”

Yes, things are crazy here. It was only a matter of time. I’m taking a deep breath now…

I guess you’re wondering why any nuanced thinkers still live here. I dunno, maybe I’m not a nuanced thinker. (One wouldn’t know, would one?)

Tucson is the home of the All Souls Procession. We created that. Several years ago, local artist Susan Johnson had the idea for a procession to honor the dead in a wild, colorful and playful way, based on the regional tradition of Dia De Los Muertos. Over the twenty-one years of its existence, the All Soul’s Procession has exploded, growing from a handful of hippies and artists to, by some estimates, 20,000 or so participants and observers, with events spread over a whole weekend. The grand finale, in which a giant urn containing the names of our dead is hoisted into the sky and lit on fire, takes place on a piece of ground downtown that was once the town cemetery.

Uh oh, there’s the pallor again.

No, wait… we do it with giant puppets, and stilt walkers, and fire dancers, and strings of lights wrapped around our heads, and some of the brightest, boldest costumes you’ve ever seen. We do it with a Brazilian-style drum corps, and bagpipes, and Taiko drums, and a rocking musical finale. We spend weeks, to months, to the whole year preparing for All Souls. It is sacred to us. It fills a spiritual need for its participants – it is not just pageantry, it is a very emotional celebration and release. And we created it. This is Tucson.

Tucson was in Mexico not too long ago. A joke here goes, “We didn’t cross the border – the border crossed us.” Tucson is largely Democratic and liberal. Nevertheless we are subject to state policy created by legislators and administrators elected by the heavy concentration of ultraconservatives in the Phoenix area. Where groovy Mill Street in Tempe was sold to corporations and gutted of its soul, 4th Avenue in Tucson is still a center of art and culture and small, creative business. While Phoenix gets a light rail system and new museums, Tucson’s public works are crumbling, yet we’re a bunch of socialist hippies, I’m sure, in the eyes of the Majority. A bunch of socialist hippies nicely padded around with WalMarts, Home Depots, arms manufacturers and prisons, though. Yes, it is a city of some paradoxes. I mostly don’t leave Central/Downtown Tucson unless I have to buy batteries or… batteries.

The shooting happened on the Northwest side of Tucson. Out by the WalMarts and all that. Gabby Giffords has the hairy, thankless job of representing constituents from a very wide range of ideologies. I don’t know how she does it. Bravely, for sure. Her standing up for universal health care was called “suicide” by some.

I can’t go there yet.

Something about Tucson keeps me here, and keeps my overlapping tribes of creative, intelligent, compassionate friends here. I don’t know if I can put into words what it is. Perhaps the word is “soul.” I think it’s the same thing that led many people back to the mire of New Orleans after the waters subsided, when they could have just as easily used the evacuation as a fulcrum to a more stable life. Or the same thing that keeps people in Jerusalem. Maybe it’s “roots.” It is a sense of deep home. Maybe there is no word in Imperial American English for it.

I think Tucson is being colonized. I don’t think it will work. Our consciousness is surprisingly tribal. I’m going to generalize wildly here – brace yourself: We are, as a group, fairly unambitious, unattached to labels, careers and financial gain, and slow to embrace material growth. I believe mañana is the term for our work ethic. We smile and nod at every firecracker Easterner who come in and tries to get us riled up and active, then we never show up at the meetings. Eventually the firecracker Easterner either learns to slow down, or leaves. We are not very efficient. For instance one would think, here in the sunniest part of North America, that this would be a Mecca for solar power innovation and implementation, but it’s not quite. Maybe someday.

Tucson is a center for the healing arts, for recovery, and for spiritual growth. This is the kind of growth we can get behind. We are almost like California that way. Almost. We are a little more optimistic than New Mexico, but a little darker and edgier than the West Coast. We have a thriving music and arts community, despite our ever-vanishing public funding. We do it anyway. We donate to each other’s projects. There is a tendency for people to do several things for a living; you know – the bodyworker/musician/handyman/PhD candidate/art teacher… Tucson is a place where people come to find themselves, in a supportive community. There is a high concentration of transgender folk here. We are not real flashy, but you are welcome to be. There is plenty of space to do your thing here.

I know I’m going to get in trouble for these generalizations, but I want to give you a feel for our culture. Because it is in fact a culture.

So this horrible thing happens. What are we doing? I myself am praying a lot. We are drumming, singing, moaning, crying, building shrines and lighting candles, holding vigil. Playing music. Most folks are trying to go about their business and wondering why they can’t tie their shoes in the morning or remember their grocery list. It’s hard to imagine this hate-fueled tragedy happening in our little laid-back community. At the same time, we are a little numb to violence, living in the USA with warplanes roaring over our heads all day. We’ve had some good eye contact these last few days. And some bad. We are grieving.

We are not ready to talk abstractly about politics or implications, though they are legion. In my community, we are staying in our hearts, close to the immediate feelings of what has happened, feeling for the victims and their loved ones. This is as it should be: when we begin to speak more abstractly in the upcoming weeks and months, we need to be grounded in our hearts. Now more than ever.

That’s all I know for now. Still a little spaced out.

I will continue to check in about all this. Thanks for your prayers. Tucson is praying for you, too.

Thursday, October 28, 2010

Lest we forget the feeling...

Lest we forget the feeling…

During the last few months leading up to the 2008 election, I was living as a graduate student of Political Science (Theory focus) in Toronto, Ontario. I am a citizen of the United States. For the four days leading up to November 4th, I went south of the border and worked for the Obama campaign in Erie County, Pennsylvania. The day after the election, I rushed back north to attend that week’s seminar in a class called “Race.” All aglow with the magic of the night before, I had brought campaign stickers and other souvenirs with me in case my classmates wanted them. I sat bubbling with excitement like a little kid, waiting for someone to ask. As the seminar began my classmates, along with our Black professor, decided that the Obama election was not worth discussing, and immediately moved on to the week’s readings. With my heart in my throat I stormed out, ready to pack up my truck and drive back to Arizona that very day. A classmate called me on my cell phone and barely was able to coax me back. (By the way, that class turned out to be one of my all-time favorites, once I’d gotten my frustration out of my system. I will never forget some of the perspectives I heard in those seminars.)

I’m writing this because I feel I had a valuable perspective on the Obama election as an American living in another country at the time, and that from this perspective I could remind us of a few things.

Though I had friends, Canadian and of other nationalities, who were excited about Obama, I don’t think any of them could fully relate to the significance of the campaign or election. The palpable thickness in the American air that is the pain of race dissipates the moment one crosses the border north (Canada of course has its own historic hurts to heal, but they are qualitatively distinct. As all hurts are.) I never knew I was breathing such a stench until I smelled its crisp, clear absence. That lightness moved me to tears many times. The thought of it still does.

Also, my friends and colleagues had not been through the humiliation of eight years of Bush presidency. I don’t even know where to start in describing that.

In addition, the Canadian people have a different (read as “non-myopic”) perspective on world issues, a notable example being the War in Afghanistan. Over there, Canadian soldiers are serving in some of the most dangerous capacities (read as “doing the shit jobs”). Young Canadians are being sent home in body bags, unacknowledged in the U.S. news, for fighting a war opposed by the majority of Canadian people. My other international friends and colleagues in Toronto of course came from countries variously on the receiving end of U.S. hegemonic adventures and policies. Most of the people I knew up there were at the very least skeptical, often completely cynical, that even a brilliant and noble U.S. president would be able to affect much change in this country’s policies in relation to the international community. And of course their skepticism has proven correct. I intend only the deepest respect and sympathy for the people affected by the continued violence of U.S. policy; all I can say in that regard is that a Republican president and/or Congressional majority would be doing much greater damage, and with poisonous belligerence to boot.

What happened on November 4th, 2008, defies all rational accounting. Yes, I am talking about the level of the spiritual. Let’s go back to that moment, shall we?

Millions of Black Americans and White Americans wept in each other’s arms. If only for a moment, if only for a nanosecond, we were healed. Do you remember?

We all had the feeling of true victory. Not for our team, but for the whole human race. For our sense of humanity. Our dignity as Americans was restored in that moment, and amplified as actual pride – something we had not felt as a nation in a long time, maybe never.

It’s kind of like the experience surrounding “falling in love,” isn’t it? There are moments when our connection with that other person gives us a glimpse of eternity. It’s like the concept of spontaneous healing: in the moment we have the opportunity to know that we are already healed.

A friend in Tucson described the moment the announcement came; he said the sound that erupted from the crowd was like a jet plane taking off. He had never heard anything like it.

What kind of power can produce a sound like that from human voices? Faith can. Hope can. Love can.

People partied all over the world. Traffic stopped in U.S. cities. For a moment, or for an evening, or for a few euphoric days, people felt something new and truly glorious had happened. It was magical. Do you remember?

Please remember. Because while you all were enjoying that buzz, I had to go back to Toronto and face the cynicism of my sophisticated-worldly-political-science-grad-student classmates. I wanted more than anything to be back home bouncing shit-eating grins back and forth with my homies. But the contrast did me good, because I had to think hard about what made this election so special. I couldn’t articulate it to my classmates in terms of policy, critical race theory, quantitative analysis, poststructuralism, or any radical or traditional theoretical prism I could pull out of my trick bag. What had happened was magic. A miracle. One can be laughed out of a seminar for that sort of irrational talk.

That feeling that we shared was so radically new that it was subject to immediate disbelief and denial. You know how that works, right? You see something, such as a UFO, or a sublime work of art, that is outside of your conceptual universe of possibilities and that you perhaps have no language for, and it produces a moment of wonder, and then your rational mind kicks in, most likely cannot cope with the new information, and uses its old language and conceptual tools to either box the new experience into an old form or deny it altogether. (This is not an attack on the rational mind. I love my rational mind. I just need to use some discernment to know when it is and isn’t being useful.)

This mental backlash is what the radical Right banked on. It seems to me that the little group of perverted ideologues, and their morally bankrupt corporate sponsors, who are bent on trashing our democracy can only think in that boxy, disbelieving way. Theirs is the ultimate cynicism. It’s the cynicism that was threatened by Martin Luther King, Gandhi, Thomas Merton, John Lennon, and everyone who ever stood up boldly and spoke inspiringly about the political and social possibility of our Oneness.

Remember that moment. It is eternal. It is yours. It is ours. Just like that eternal moment you shared with your lover, or with your mother as she passed out of this world, or in the presence of some natural wonder that left you breathless, it is still here, inside of each one of us, to draw on anytime we need it. It’s how great relationships last through the hard times. You can call it faith. But it’s not a blind faith in someone else’s words – it is a faith in something, though “only” a feeling, that we all experienced. And we really, really need that feeling now.

If we allow ourselves to be browbeaten into cynicism, we will lose much more than an election. We will lose our soul. We would quite literally become our own enemy. Because our cause is not the policies we believe in. The policies we believe in are rather an expression, or manifestation, of the humanity, compassion and life-affirming creativity that are fundamental to our actions. Please reread those last few sentences.

So when we critique Obama’s policy decisions, let’s remember that we’re doing it from that fundamental place. Our frustration over his compromises and those of the Democrats in Congress comes from our ethical bottom line, and from remembering that hope that we experienced, and feeling it betrayed. But that ethical foundation of humanity and compassion is what in fact unifies us with those officials. Think on that for a moment. Dream on that.

They get scared, the Democrats. They get distracted, hoodwinked, and browbeat themselves. It is our job as democrats and human beings to keep them on task and support them to be brave and wise. Recall the relationship metaphor – when hard times hit, do we get a divorce, or do we have faith? It’s our call. There is great possibility for growth in working through the betrayals of life and love.

Just one more thought on the magical fall of 2008… How did the Obama campaign pull off victory? It was powered by young people, many of them too young to even vote themselves. I myself didn’t even think it was possible to elect someone of Obama’s quality as president, and any of my friends can tell you I am very strongly in the Pollyanna camp. But I’m in my 40’s, and I’ve had my heart broken a few too many times. Ultimately it took the clean, innocent, relentless hopefulness of youth to make it happen. Young people still have enough kid in them to believe in miracles and magic.

And so do you. If you choose. It’s in there, in that moment you experienced. Remember. Just remember. Feel it. We need it now.

Tuesday, May 04, 2010

Thoughts on Arizona SB1070

“[The] slippery slope from the fearsome outsider, to the aliens within, to the bad fellow citizen is likely to end at my brother’s front door.” – Iris Marion Young (2003)

A few weeks ago I was sitting on a bench at the U of A Student Union using my laptop. I might have been doing research for my upcoming presentation for the Western Political Science Association’s Annual Meeting. But I was more likely facebooking. It doesn’t really matter to my story. (Or does it?)

As I happily computed, a voice over my shoulder suddenly broke my reverie. “Hello” was all it said, and joylessly – in fact somewhat aggressively. As I looked up I saw it came from a security guard who passed by, giving me a long, stern, appraising look over his shoulder.

What was that all about? I asked myself. Then it dawned on me. I was there in raggedy, colorful clothing; my shirt was a bright, floral western-style shirt I had cut off at the hem because it was too long at the waist, and my jeans had honest holes in the knees – put there not by underpaid, abused women in Nicaragua working for the Gap, but by actual life and work. I had a bright yellow East-Indian scarf around my neck that didn’t really go with the shirt. I think I was wearing my Crocs. I realized I must have looked much older than the average student, and much too casual to be a professor. I didn’t fit in. Or, more pointedly, I didn’t fit this security guard’s idea of who should be hanging out at the Student Union.

I was profiled.

You see, the people at the U of A fit into certain standard categories. There are students, faculty, and staff of various positions. The staff who work in the Student Union are either administrative professionals or janitorial, concessions, or other types of lower-paid workers. The latter are always uniformed in red or blue polo shirts – the colors of the U of A. Why do they wear uniforms, but the administrators, students, and faculty don’t have to? Well… what if they didn’t? One could argue that people in need of help or information wouldn’t know whom to ask, and the uniforms are helpful in that way. But name badges could fill the same purpose. Perhaps it’s nice to have a visual sense of unity – to see the school colors. But then, why are students and faculty not required, or even encouraged, to wear school colors?

What would we have if the people working the menial jobs at the University didn’t wear uniforms? We would have a bunch of middle-aged, predominantly brown-skinned, casually-dressed people sharing geographical space with the other categorized classes of the U of A. A student might have to interact long enough with one of these people (in terms of seconds or split-seconds) to figure out whether he is a professor, a fellow student, an administrator, a guest, a worker, or a vagrant who should be removed from the premises. How distracting. In fact, a student may begin to look at one of these people as a fellow human being, rather than as a red or blue blur in the corner of one’s eye on the way to the bathroom.

As I sat on the bench, now completely distracted from my work, looking down at my clothes, wondering if my hair was too messy, looking around at the perfect hairdos and predictable designer jeans and boring, unimaginative color schemes of the students walking by, I felt something that I could only describe as… shame. Yes, I am not currently enrolled at the U of A, and I am using their Public wireless. I am just a lowly local. Of course I’ve gotten weird looks and insults before on account of my gender presentation and/or queerness – that is not new. The difference here is that it was someone with a badge making the judgment – the element of illegality was added to the usual social punch in the gut. And it was not even about looking or acting gay. It was a class thing. Of course, this brief flash of shame eventually evolved into the more productive indignation from which I now write. The next time I went down to the U of A I think I put on a black turtleneck – a nice, inconspicuous, professorial look. Yes, boring. Yes, a step back into the closet. Yes, a defeat for imagination. But I wouldn’t be disturbed, and I could get some work done. Or some facebooking.

Jomo, a beloved local bandleader and bohemian who wears au-naturelle dreads and wildly colored Jimi Hendrix-type outfits and plays his ocarina while riding his bicycle, often goes to the U of A to play Frisbee with the students at lunchtime. I haven’t asked him, but I think he does it as a sort of community/cultural outreach, and to promote his visionary band Spirit Familia. He is a beautiful clown, an entertainer – he makes everyone smile. I don’t think he gets chilling looks from security when he’s out on the lawn playing Frisbee. But I wonder what would happen if he came to the Student Union and tried to do research on his laptop?

In India there is a name for this situation. It is called the caste system. One is allowed full freedom of expression within the prescribed behaviors, dress, job opportunities, and marital possibilities of her caste. But she cannot cross the line into those prescribed for another caste. (Nowadays I believe it is not a legal prescription but a social one, yet still hard to throw off overnight after centuries of use, even for the most socially progressive. I do not pretend here to know the history, nor the subtleties, of the caste system within the culturally diverse land of India. But I know it is a living issue.) Here in the United States, we claim at our most idealistic to be a classless society, or at the very least that our socioeconomic classes have porous boundaries. I think these pores are getting clogged.

Since the passage a few days ago of Arizona SB1070, the bill that essentially mandates profiling by law enforcement of those who appear to be undocumented immigrants, I have noticed an unexpected change in my own behavior. When I see a person who looks to me to be of Latino origin, I feel like apologizing, or commiserating. But what am I doing in the initial moment I am looking at them? Racial profiling. This law has me, even in my resistance, serving the Man. This law is not just legally pernicious – it is doing social damage already. To be suspicious, or even unnaturally conscious, of someone who is “different” has always served the agenda of those who wish to keep or augment their power through divide-and-conquer techniques. It served the Dutch colonizers of the Hutus and Tutsis, as well as it did the Nazi party. It continues to serve the economic interests who have pitted poor whites against blacks ever since the end of slavery. The greatest fear of these interests is that we would unify against the real enemy.

If there is any possible positive outcome to the passage of this morally repugnant legislation, perhaps it will be that we will look more deeply at our own persisting unconscious buy-in of the concept of “race,” and our unnatural, engineered fixation on difference, and see that it serves an even more deeply disturbing agenda. It is not simply disempowering and distracting. Our civil liberties are being eroded away. I know… we’ve been hearing that for years. Hence the term: erosion. How long will it be before you are the suspicious “other?” What will protect you, if the laws are no longer there to do it? What will you do if you can’t afford the clothes or the car or the haircut that will identify you as “low-risk,” free to facebook in public at your leisure? Or free to simply walk to the corner store unharassed?

Wednesday, March 24, 2010

HonorsThesis2008

Qualified to Vote?
Problems with the Question of Qualification in Felony Disenfranchisement

Universal, or as it is more accurately and significantly stated, “near-universal” suffrage is generally considered one of the fundamental defining features of democracy. Despite its political meaning – both material and symbolic – the right to vote is not an express one in the United States Constitution: it is left up to the individual states to dole out the franchise to their citizens. Throughout the history of this country, this federalism problem has left legal space for the denial of this political right to certain groups and individuals. Felony conviction in particular is accepted today in almost every state in the union as a valid reason for some degree of disenfranchisement.

Though the issue of voting rights for the formerly incarcerated has received increasing attention in recent years from both legislators and the general public, this paper will focus on the loss of this right with regard to a group of people whom the majority of Americans still feel don’t “deserve” it: the incarcerated. I will examine the way a group’s perceived moral status has shaped the issue of ex-felon disenfranchisement and the “non-issue” of prisoners’ human and civil rights, and point out the problems with the idea that a person or group must be “qualified” to vote. I see this qualification question as a sort of linchpin joining classic liberal “rights talk” about a “political” right of questionable weight, with the very real and urgent issues of power, oppression and agency in what is arguably this country’s most vulnerable human population, and in our society as a whole. I feel an examination of felony disenfranchisement in terms of this qualification question would open our eyes to the way our perceptions of the issue and non-issue are systemically formed, and can be transformed.

I will begin with a brief overview of the current felony disenfranchisement situation in the United States. Because this is an issue of a democratic political right, I will then present a definition of democracy against which I will be scrutinizing the qualification question. Because this political right is being withheld from a specific class of people, I will present a brief history of the subject formation of this “criminal” class. Then I will go into the problems with the question itself, where my overall trajectory will be from the concrete to the abstract in terms of power. First, I will examine the most apparent effects of the question on democratic mechanisms. Then I will examine the question as anti-democratic in increasingly “systemic” terms, focusing on its impact on the consciousness of the general public and PFCs themselves. Last, I will return to the realm of the “concrete” to review some of the ways in which exclusion of certain groups from the franchise based on “qualification” has been used for political reasons throughout the history of the United States. Though I acknowledge the immediate political necessity of framing the issue of rights restoration in terms that can realistically win legislative change, I will finally propose an examination of our language and beliefs toward a more informed debate where no group or class of people is marginalized, injured, or forgotten.

Overview of the current situation
Any attempt at an overview of felony disenfranchisement must necessarily be limited by the variety of disenfranchisement laws in the United States. The “Guarantee Clause” of Article IV, Section 4 of the Constitution grants to the individual states the power to choose their own electorate, resulting in fifty-one unique approaches. For example, at the time of this writing two states (Maine and Vermont) allow suffrage to inmates, eight disenfranchise felons for life with various (mostly prohibitively difficult) clemency procedures, and states vary with regard to probation and parole. In addition, for clemency many have waiting periods, application procedures often involving fees, and conditions that vary by the crime involved. Virginia, for instance, has a waiting period of five years for most crimes, but seven for drug-related offenses. In all, felony disenfranchisement laws leave an estimated 5.3 million Americans unable to vote. (Manza & Uggen 2006)

In the current tough-on-crime political climate, the only restoration legislation being pursued is for the formerly incarcerated – restoration for the incarcerated is not even an issue in most Americans’ minds. In fact, while many (often extremely limited) victories have been made recently for ex-felons, prisoners themselves have been increasingly disenfranchised (49) – the latest being those of Utah in 1998 and Massachusetts in 2000. Recent public opinion polls show 80% of Americans favoring restoration of voting rights for ex-felons off parole and probation, but only 33% favoring them for the incarcerated (Hull 57). This stands in stark contrast to the rest of the world: nations as diverse as Canada, Israel, and South Africa allow prisoners to vote, and in Europe alone seventeen countries allow full suffrage, while twelve allow it to some prisoners (ACLU data presented at Arizona Rights Restoration Coalition inaugural meeting).

While voting laws and public opinion draw a line between the formerly and the currently incarcerated populations, activists and advocacy groups often do not. Ex-felon groups and advocacy organizations such as the Sentencing Project and California’s All of Us or None (the name should be telling) are active in prisoners’ rights advocacy, while mainstream organizations such as the American Civil Liberties Union and the American Friends Service Committee serve both the currently and formerly incarcerated based on broader human and civil rights considerations. This discrepancy of a legally divided, but civilly united, group is significant in many ways that will reveal themselves in my argument.

Democracy – a working definition
For a definition of democracy suiting the purposes of this paper, I am drawing on essential aspects of Robert Dahl’s “five criteria” for democracy and Clarissa Rile Hayward’s “de-facing” of power. Dahl’s five criteria are, in short, (1) effective participation, (2) voting equality at the decisive stage, (3) enlightened understanding, (4) control of the agenda, and (5) inclusiveness. (Dahl, 109-113, 119-120) Of particular importance to issues of felony enfranchisement is Dahl’s Strong Principle of Equality: “the demos should include all adults subject to the binding collective decisions of the collective” (120 [Italics original]). This subjectivity is certainly the case for PFCs; obvious issues affecting this population, such as criminal law and prison policy, are decided by the voters or by elected or appointed officials. Other issues decided by the electorate, such as economic policies, also indirectly affect these people, their families, and communities. An important aspect of Dahl’s theory of democracy that this paper does not rest on, but “keeps in mind,” is his concept of “democracy” as an ideal toward which certain actual functioning governmental systems work, and that those with this goal are more accurately technically called “polyarchies.” The effort to expand the franchise to everyone impacted by collective decisions would be in keeping with this trajectory toward democracy. As I will demonstrate, current policies of felony disenfranchisement, and their reinforcement by the concept of qualification, would put the United States low on any hypothetical “democracy scale.”

To demonstrate the particular democratic harm I see in the disenfranchisement of the incarcerated based on qualification, I draw on Clarissa Hayward’s De-Facing Power (2000). In her study of power relations in elementary schools, Hayward characterizes power as something that not only works on us, in the pervasive, Foucauldian sense, but that can be worked itself toward democratic ends. Hayward sees the democratic project as supporting power “relations that promote participants’ political freedom – that is, their capacity to act in ways that affect norms and other mechanisms defining the field of the possible” (7). This “field of the possible,” in return, is where the next “field of the possible” is defined. And so on. The democratic project as an expansive, growing process within which “boundaries to action” can themselves be acted upon (7) – completes my definition.

A brief history of “the criminal”
In Discipline and Punish, Foucault traces the origins of the contemporary Western carceral system through the shift from monarchical to liberal-constitutional government and the explosion of industrial capitalism, and reveals the modern prison as an institution for maintaining the more pervasive control necessary to the new state. To serve this new pervasiveness of discipline the juridical focus shifted from the crime to the criminal, or from individual acts of outlawry randomly punished by the sovereign to a class or type of person who must be controlled in the more systematic and consistent style of the new state. This “criminal” class stereotypically fit the lower socioeconomic class of the time (Foucault 1977).
Another effect of this new carceral system is salient for our purposes. Punishment that was formerly public spectacle where the people could, and generally did, identify with the one being punished, was hidden away behind walls. These walls drew physical and conceptual lines between the people and this new “criminal” class, physically removing perpetrators form the public eye, thus conceptually allowing the “criminal” to be othered, and eventually seen as not only “abnormal,” but on the public-sphere level “the enemy of all” (101 [emphasis added]).
Where Foucault focuses on the prison and its class of inhabitants to give us a genealogy of a more broadly defined disciplined subject, including that created by education, the military, and the factory, Marie-Christine Leps (1992) takes up the genealogy of the criminal subject him- or herself. Leps observes a conversation between popular literature, the press, and the new “science” of criminology in late nineteenth-century Europe creating this robust new subject, who is by various accounts childlike, “savage,” irrational, and prone to “moral atavism” (48-49). The analysis, portrayal, and reportage of this subject, while in many cases seemingly attempting to address the problem of “criminality,” only served to reify “the criminal” itself in the popular imagination.

The nineteenth-century portrayal of the “criminal” as a type, a member of a social class possessing actual identifying habits and physical characteristics (Leps 4), would also conveniently fit racist social and political agendas of the time. Dennis Childs, in his examination of the racist roots of practices at Angola Penitentiary in Louisiana, sees a parallel: “[The] black slave and the black inmate have been racially preappointed as uncorrectable” (195-196), “irrational” yet “tamable beings” (198), easily identified and kept “in the system.”

The first important point here is that the “criminal” came to be in the nineteenth century. Before then, it was not. Much in the same way that “race” was created to serve the early colonizing mission as an easy identification system for the colonized, and has since become a “reality,” the “criminal” is now with us, normalized, unquestioned, and serving a similar agenda. More important to our discussion (perhaps because we can’t simply wish the criminal away altogether at this point in time) is the quality of this subject. To borrow Catharine MacKinnon’s phrase, the criminal seems to be “metaphysically nearly perfect.” Or perhaps criminal justice lingo is more appropriate: it’s “airtight;” an “open and shut case.” The criminal subject is conveniently malleable both temporally and geographically to any political agenda: whether the goal is reform, “cracking-down,” rehabilitation, punishment, or the demonizing of any activity, behavior, or class of persons, the “criminal” has suited the situation. In Leps’s nineteenth century, criminality was “a category that could include everything from thefts to strikes to sexual deviance” (132). Now it includes everything from border crossing to possession of marijuana seeds. Simply by criminalizing certain activities, certain segments of the population can be assigned to the criminal class and stripped of their rights, and those doing the criminalizing may not even have this as their agenda. In fact, they may never know this is happening. Once an activity is criminalized, it is assigned to the realm of “criminal justice.” Once here, its illegality is supported by the norm of “crime” and “criminal” as “bad.” The longer it stays here, the more its status as a crime is able to calcify, and its validity ceases to be questioned. For example, even arguments citing the obvious connection of poverty to simple acts of financial desperation such as shoplifting and check forgery eventually lose ethical ground after the acts have been felonized and the actors become criminals. As early as 1836, prison reformers were acknowledging that “lack of resources and education” prevent one from knowing how to “’remain within the limits of legal probity’” (Foucault, quoting Lucas, 276). “Legal probity” is the goal, and those who cannot achieve it are morally at fault, regardless of their reasons. Basically, it is “rhetorically ineffective to be for criminals” (Leps 69 [italics original]).

The qualification question puts this potent criminal subject right at the heart of the debate over voting rights. I will now demonstrate some of the levels on which this subject works.

Problems with the question of qualification
Direct effects on democracy

[The] real corporal disciplines constituted the foundation of the formal, juridical liberties… The disciplines should be regarded as a sort of counter-law.
- Foucault, Discipline and Punish (222 [emphasis added])

Katherine Irene Pettus argues that our polity itself has been shaped by the holes in its electoral body – that the absence of a point of view or voice defines a polity’s very character. As there has always been a portion of the population in the United States without a political voice – excluded by race, gender, economic class, crime or other factors – it follows that there is a United States that has not been realized, and we can have no idea what this United States would be like (Pettus 2004).
Pettus highlights the liberal contradictions of withholding political rights based on moral judgment, which she calls a problem of “double citizenship”: “A polity containing citizens proper and mere citizens without political rights is one that continues to institutionalize ethical-cultural criteria of virtue and status honor in a framework of universal legal membership.” (Pettus 2004, 81 [emphasis added]) While “virtue” is held up symbolically as a necessary but impossible qualification for the excluded group, considering their “criminal” status, for the in-group voting and virtue are unrelated – by the liberal, contractarian standards informing the foundation of American democracy, self-interest is assumed. In the words of Judith Shklar, speaking on the early days of the American republic, “No one had to be heroic to vote. It was more an act of self-promotion than self-sacrifice…” (Shklar 1991, 39).
Ironically, the “social contract” argument is often used in favor of felony disenfranchisement: in this argument the breaking of the law is equivalent to the breaking of the contract, and the offender “justifiably” loses her citizenship status (Hull 48). This argument rests on the pluralist assumption of the “rational, autonomous individual” who chooses to forfeit her citizenship status by breaking the law (Hull 47). Pettus answers this by introducing another type of “double citizenship.” She utilizes Charles Mills’ concept of the “racial contract” to explain how the dominant group – those possessing full citizenship status – can be unaware that another group of citizens is “not their political equals, but their subjects,” and holders of a separate, unacknowledged social contract.

[S]ince the specific context of the criminal justice system and felon disenfranchisement explicitly frames crime and punishment as individual and moral issues, or issues of public safety, the disciplinary (and racist) dimensions of the system are all but invisible to those who are not subject to it. (176)

The privileged group – those of us not living with felony convictions – is unaware of its privilege. The ontological distance between this group and its political subjects allows this double citizenship to exist unbeknownst to the privileged. This privileged group makes the policy decisions, such as criminal codes, based on moral judgments, that affect the other group, and the liberal-contractarian language of “rational, individual choice” gives the illusion that the group “criminals” has willingly surrendered its citizenship by its moral failings. But these moral standards are set by the privileged group, and supported by whatever racist or economic agenda is potentially being served at the time. Policy decisions can appear harmless or even beneficial to the affected population, such as anti-drug or prison reform laws, but if this population is not included in the decision-making or the agenda-setting, they are in fact nothing more than political subjects, easily kept in their place. In the next section I will discuss how the PFC population is not only “kept in its place” without political voice, but actually loses political voice as a result of attempting to reclaim it. By our most basic Dahlian definition of democracy, this situation is clearly undemocratic in its exclusionary aspect. It fails too by our broader definition, in that it is only the in-group setting the norms affecting the field of the possible for the out-group.

Pettus also points to the “federalism” paradox in the Guarantee Clause as another aspect of this double citizenship – based on their own qualification standards, individual states have the power to bar the state citizen from voting in national elections, the results of which she will have to live with as a national citizen (43). Again, according to our definition of democracy, wherein those affected by policy should be included in the demos, this situation is clearly, and in this case concretely, undemocratic.

Indirect effects on democracy
I will now move from the more tangible (though easily obscured, as exemplified in the “rational, individual choice” contractarian equivocation described above) liberal-democratic problems of the qualification question to those that are much harder to put one’s finger on.

In this section I will examine the ways the concept of qualification to vote affects consciousness, influencing the choices of voters, public officials, and PFCs themselves. Using the example of recent rights restoration legislation in Florida, I will demonstrate how the question of the qualification of the formerly incarcerated maintains, and even exacerbates, the marginalization of certain subgroups of the PFC population. Then, using as a case study the loss of the franchise by Massachusetts prisoners in 2000, I will look at how public perceptions about “criminals” led to the actual loss of the right to vote. Last in this section, I will look at the perceptions of the incarcerated themselves. In all of my examples, I will show the negative effects on the democratic field of the possible and the ability of PFCs to affect its boundaries.

Almost all public discussion and legislative debate around felony disenfranchisement emanates from the question of qualification. Ask anyone whether or not they support voting rights restoration for the formerly incarcerated, and you will likely receive an answer laced with normative language regarding the potential voters: They do/don’t deserve it. They’ve paid their debt to society. They are still untrustworthy. Some of them are good people. Some of them were innocent and wrongly imprisoned. If they plea-bargained, they are still criminals and not worthy of the right…
Qualification language also pervades the strategies of the rights restoration movement itself. Campaigns use testimonials by “reformed” former inmates who have “worked hard to reintegrate themselves into society,” often emphasizing marriage, children, and religious involvement. The theme of “giving back to the community” is common, as is the hierarchical moral categorization of offenses. Legislative compromises often exclude marginalized subgroups such as violent and sex offenders; for instance, the term “ex-offender” is recently being avoided within the rights-restoration movement simply because it sounds too much like “sex offender” (ARRC meeting).
The concept of qualification, when used in these ways, creates obstacles for the movement toward prisoners’ human rights. If ex-felons are worthy of having their rights restored for having reformed, or “paid their debt to society,” what does this say about those still in prison? As ex-prisoners testify in front of legislative committee hearings about their happy families and exemplary community service, those behind bars continue to be marginalized at best, at worst further stigmatized. People subject to such policies and often-arbitrary practices as the mandatory physical restraint of mothers giving birth in prison, overly complicated and punitive visitation rules, long-distance prisoner transfers, and the increasing and often indiscriminate use of control-unit isolation, not to mention glaring injustices already experienced in arrest and sentencing, face negative public perceptions of the incarcerated that keep these issues low on any agenda, if not completely invisible.
In fact, the recent flurry of ex-felon voting rights restoration, while certainly worthy of celebration by the newly enfranchised in Florida, Rhode Island and Maryland, actually fits the pattern of what Cathy Cohen calls “integrative marginalization.” In this scenario, the dominant group, faced with “resistance from the excluded group,” allows a more “respectable” part of this group certain increased mobility. (Cohen 1997, 581) While serving to pacify this resistance, integrative marginalization leaves the power relation intact (and in the case of the incarcerated, I argue, stronger.) For instance, the issue of felony disenfranchisement has had unprecedented visibility since the 2000 election, where the narrow margin of the final vote tally would, by all accounts, have been largely and unarguably in favor of Al Gore if Florida’s disenfranchisement laws had been even slightly less exclusionary. The increased threat of resistance through the public’s new awareness of the issue would, in Cohen’s model, stimulate the ruling group – those who have an investment in the status quo of disenfranchisement – to use an integrative marginalization strategy and allow a limited number of “upstanding” ex-felons into the polity, thus diffusing the tension while maintaining massive disenfranchisement. The recent decision of the Florida Board of Clemency is a perfect example of this, and I will return to it in detail.
Beyond its impact on the incarcerated, the question of qualification impacts the formerly incarcerated themselves. Integrative marginalization in a way continues a person’s sentence: even though someone has “done his time,” society is expecting exemplary behavior as proof that he is worthy of leasing an apartment or signing a W-4. The formerly incarcerated often experience what Marilyn Frye calls the “double bind,” where a person in a state of powerlessness is forced to choose between an artificial “good attitude,” and a more honest and realistic reaction to the difficulties of marginalization that can leave her looking like a “bad sport.” Either way, she loses (Frye 1983, 2). In the case of the newly released, particularly those on probation or parole, looking like a “bad sport” can leave a person homeless, childless, or back in prison. Added to this are the complications of returning to family and friends and social situations that may have been loaded in any variety of ways before incarceration, and being legally mandated to change one’s behavior despite these social pressures. In a worst-case scenario, to paraphrase one formerly incarcerated person, “you may find that the only place that will take you in is a crack house, and the only job you can get is dealing” (ARRC meeting).

Qualification language draws a moral line between the currently and the formerly incarcerated, perpetuating the invisibility of the incarcerated and their concerns, raising our expectations of those attempting to reenter society, and still leaving in place a variety of legal and political practices that marginalize both groups. The recent changes in Florida provide a fitting case study of some of these, and related, dynamics.

In early April, Republican governor Charlie Crist and the state clemency board adopted new rules that restore the following rights to ex-felons: voting, jury duty, the right to apply for occupational licenses, and the right to run for public office. Applicants must have paid all of their restitution before they can apply, and the new rules exclude those convicted of any of “a long list of crimes,” according to an ACLU memo (ACLU Florida Clemency memo 4/6/07). According to the New York Times, “Convicted murderers, sexual predators and ‘violent career criminals’ will still need an investigation of their case and a hearing before the clemency board. Most will probably not regain [the above rights]” (4/6/07). For their part, Florida state officials estimate that a half-million people have been newly qualified to vote. (NPR website) But as we see, even within the more “respectable” subgroup of ex-felons, the further subgroups of those unable to pay their restitutions and those convicted of crimes lower on the “moral scale” remain effectively excluded. And with Florida’s new kinder and gentler image regarding non-violent ex-offenders, those in prison stand even less chance of ever having a right restored that apparently requires, at very least, the moral authority that comes with release.

Under our dynamic definition of a democracy that depends on the ability of the polity to work on the boundaries of the field of the possible, the Florida example begins to illustrate the reflective, or circular, sort of degeneration that happens to democracy due to questions of qualification: exclusion of a group from the polity based on its moral standing leads to a less complete democracy, which in turn exacerbates the invisibility/powerlessness/censure of the group, lessening its ability to affect the norms ruling it, hence perpetuating and justifying its continued exclusion. The boundaries of the “field of the possible” are not merely left static; as I will demonstrate further, they actually shrink as PFCs attempt to expand them.
On August 2, 1997, the Boston Globe reported that a group of prisoners in Massachusetts had formed a Political Action Committee (PAC) and were awaiting approval from the Office of Campaign and Political Finance. According to the group’s founder, Joe Labriola, it hoped “to influence political debates on criminal justice issues including prison reform, sentencing laws, and alternatives to incarceration. But it also would promote awareness of social welfare issues like poverty and poor education - conditions that help crime flourish.” (Boston Globe 8/2/97) Within two weeks, Governor Paul Cellucci filed an executive order banning PACs in prisons, and went a step further by introducing legislation to disenfranchise the incarcerated. Commentators predicted that Cellucci was in for an uphill battle – under Massachusetts law the bill would require passage by two consecutive legislative sessions to become law (Boston Globe 8/13/97). Cellucci actually encountered little opposition: in step with the current tough-on-crime political climate, the state legislature passed the bill quickly, and in 2000 the voters of Massachusetts approved it in a referendum, stripping the state’s incarcerated population of the right to vote (Associated Press 9/9/00).

In this story, the prisoners had the support of mainstream organizations like the ACLU and the AFSC, among others. The opposition, in terms of organized advocacy, was limited to marginal victims’-rights groups such as the Alabama-based Victims of Crime and Leniency (Boston Globe 8/2/97). What the prisoners were really up against was the prevailing norms of society, and the burden of proof of qualification was on the prisoners themselves. The knee-jerk punitive reaction of the Massachusetts voters, a generally left-leaning electorate that would seemingly be sympathetic to the needs of the disadvantaged, hints at something deeper than political ideology. It hints at a deeply internalized assumption about a class of people – in this case “criminals.”
According to Iris Marion Young’s criteria for those oppressed under “cultural imperialism,” PFCs experience invisibility in that their perspective is not acknowledged as even existing by the dominant group (those of us not living with felony convictions,) yet they are subject to the same norms as the rest of society – including the stigma that they carry as “criminals.” Disenfranchisement only exacerbates the problem and highlights the paradox of cultural imperialism: these people remain invisible by their lack of a political voice, and the mainstream never misses them – yet if they attempt to gain visibility, as the Massachusetts inmates did, they are subject to the derision and censure that goes with their stereotyped, branded identity. (Young 59-60) In this case, their sudden visibility cost the inmates their electoral voice. Here we see the sort of spider-web nature of this issue in terms of Hayward’s democratic criterion of ability to act upon the boundaries of action – the more the fly wriggles to free itself, the more tangled it becomes.
This vicious cycle is both indicative of and dependent on a condition that Young calls “systemic” oppression, in which the “oppressed group need not have a correlate oppressing group” (41). There are certainly interests at stake in the continued disenfranchisement of the currently and formerly incarcerated, from the political interests served by vote dilution and census relocation to the material interests of the prison industry. The important point here is that these interests don’t need to solicit support – they automatically are supported by the almost universally accepted and invisible norm of “criminals” as bad people.

To work for the enfranchisement of this group, mainstream organizations and politicians risk branding also, discouraging them from going against the status quo to help. This situation fits another of Cathy Cohen’s forms of marginalization, “secondary marginalization,” in which the more mainstreamed members of an oppressed group actually suppress the voice of the more “nonconformist” members. (Cohen, 582) Dorsey Nunn, Program Director of Legal Services for Prisoners with Children, described in a recent talk the encounter of another PFC rights group for whom he works – All Of Us Or None – with the Congressional Black Caucus. The group was invited to Washington DC to participate in a gathering of the Caucus. Members spent the whole day passing out literature, but that evening when the group’s turn at the microphone came, the microphone “mysteriously” never made it their way (Dorsey Nunn talk, 4/17/07). In the words of Elizabeth Hull, “in this country rare is the public official who would so much as whisper in private that incarcerated felons deserve the franchise.” She refers to the “reputedly fearless” congressman John Conyers, who periodically introduces enfranchisement legislation, but is always careful to explicate its application “only to those who have fully completed their sentence” (Hull 139). Interestingly, the title of Hull’s chapter on the future of voting rights for the incarcerated is “Thinking the Unthinkable.”

Here we see the normative and substantive wages of the qualification question, writ large. As more “acceptable” sub-groups of ex-felons regain certain civil rights, prisoners themselves continue to be, and are increasingly, excluded from the polity and silenced on issues that affect their own human and civil rights. The Massachusetts case clearly exemplifies the reflective/circular degenerative nature of the damage done to democracy by felony disenfranchisement based on moral judgment. Joe Labriola and his fellow inmates attempted to act upon the boundaries of the field of the possible to expand it. If they had been successful, perhaps the boundary of reviled “criminal status” would have, by the inmates’ very initiative to change their world for the better, broken down to some degree both in their self-perception and in that of the outside world. But this status prevented the very expansion necessary for its dismantling. And the field actually shrank. Though the inmates undoubtedly felt this loss of democratic territory, there is additional territory that was never even realized, containing possibilities we cannot know.

Of course, the Massachusetts case was one where prisoners actively pursued political participation, and the perceptions of “the criminal” on the part of the public and the officials sparked the reaction. In all of the above examples we see what could be understood as a top-down power play based on the perceptions of the in-group. But what about the perceptions of PFCs themselves?

One and only rebel child,
From a family meek and mild:
My Mama seemed to know what lay in store.
Despite all my Sunday learning,
Towards the bad I kept on turning,
'Til Mama couldn't hold me anymore.

And I turned twenty-one in prison doing life without parole.
No one could steer me right but Mama tried, Mama tried.
Mama tried to raise me better, but her pleading I denied.
That leaves only me to blame 'cause Mama tried.
- Merle Haggard (A formerly incarcerated person)

A persistent theme in the lives of PFCs is that of “giving back to the community.” In Manza and Uggen’s interviews with incarcerated people, inmates display a variety of adaptations to the idea of “earned redemption,” highlighting the complexity of this concept. Many describe their experience of community service, such as involvement in Alcoholics Anonymous or speaking to kids about incarceration, as personally rewarding and adding a sense of self-worth that was perhaps previously lacking (Manza and Uggen, 159-161). Still, while this is not an argument against such programs encouraging public-prisoner interaction, which undoubtedly have the potential for personal and social uplift (of course, any change in routine or visit from those on the outside is generally an exciting event for prisoners, according to Tucson AFSC Prison Program Director Caroline Isaacs) there seems also to be what Gaventa refers to as a “third-dimensional” power relation at work, in which the preferences and self-conception of a group are actually engineered to keep them willingly powerless (Gaventa 1980). The creation of the criminal subject didn’t happen only in the minds of the privileged – the idea was bought wholesale by society. One interviewee, Pamela, who makes blankets for children, refers to the value of this activity as “doing something here that’s not about me. You know that’s not selfish…” (M&U, 160) Coming from a woman who was incarcerated for falsifying a drug prescription due to an addiction – not exactly a crime of selfishness – has been stripped of many of her fundamental rights, stigmatized in the eyes of society, and who probably owns very little in the way of property, this is a striking statement. Of course, Pamela is probably not referring to her “crime” – one can imagine that prison life encourages pathologically individualistic behavior through subjecting prisoners to a constant condition of lack. If this is indeed the case, blanket making would be a refreshing change of agenda. Still, the self-deprecating tone of her statement hints that there is a certain institutional expectation on her behavior and attitude. Interviews with other inmates with a less rosy outlook throw into relief this possible third-dimension construct:

“[Wanting to give back to the community is] something that they were taught in treatment. They got a therapist that installs that inside of their head. That if you take something or hurt somebody… don’t you think you should give back? ‘Cause only a bad person wouldn’t. So they make a person think maybe they should feel that way. … I don’t feel I owe anything. I owe myself something. I owe myself a better life…” – Henry

“I really get kind of peeved when people say ‘give back to the community’ because I’m not part of the community anymore as far as I can see… I’m like well, hey, community doesn’t want a damn thing to do with me, why should I go back and give anything to do with the community?” – Paul (Manza & Uggen, 162)

While these men may not have as “pleasant” an attitude about their relationship
to society as Pamela, they seem to have a more realistic grasp on how self-conceptions are institutionally shaped. Clearly the moral requirement of “giving back to the community” is being held up as a sort of path back to “normalcy.” One wonders – is this “normalcy” ever actually attainable by these people, and, if this debt to society remains even after parole and probation, at what point has a former convict finally given back “enough?” Again, in terms of our definition of democracy, the ability to work on the boundaries of he possible would arguably require a minimum of energy and sustained attention on the part of the actor. When one is shouldered with an exhaustingly unpayable debt to society, this minimum may be difficult to achieve, let alone maintain.

One’s ability to act on the boundaries of the field of the possible could also be limited by self-conceptions. How likely is a person who defines himself as a “criminal” to go out of his way to expand the democratic horizons of that criminal? He would have to first reject the identity “criminal.” While Henry and Paul might be unconvinced of their criminal status, the protagonist of Merle Haggard’s hit song appears doomed to it.

Historical use of the qualification question
Having looked at the qualification question’s effects on the perceptions of the general public and PFCs themselves, I will now round out my survey of the problems with the qualification question with a brief discussion of the prominent ways in which it has been used overtly and covertly throughout the history of the United States to intentionally disempower certain parts of the population.
There is ample evidence that felony disenfranchisement has been used since the founding of the Republic to exclude those considered unqualified to participate in the polity, based on race and economic class. The chart below should help to clarify the way in which felony disenfranchisement has maintained a voiceless underclass in the United States.

At the ratification of the Constitution, the franchise was limited to the “interested” class – propertied white men. At this time, a minority of states disenfranchised felons. As the franchise opened to non-propertied white men in the 1840’s, northern states began to adopt disenfranchisement laws, effectively excluding again the poorer class. At this time the South still had its voiceless work force in the slave class. This changed after the Civil War, as freed African American men gained the right to vote. This was soon followed by massive felony disenfranchisement legislation, along with other Jim Crow laws, decimating the Black vote. The Civil Rights Act of 1965 reversed this, but was again soon followed by a wave of new drug laws, stiffer sentencing, and the stripping of felon voting rights in more states (after almost a century of little legislative activity on this issue.) Again, the African American vote is in decline. The chart above may begin to give an impression of how felony disenfranchisement has been used for purely political purposes by the exclusion of certain groups: every major wave of enfranchisement (excepting that of women) has been almost immediately followed by a massive wave of felony disenfranchisement targeting the newly enfranchised population. While this chart specifically includes the impact on the African American vote, other populations have been impacted as well, particularly Latinos at this time. Another consideration is that the number of women in prison is rising at close to double the rate of men, and that women’s voting activity rose dramatically in the two decades directly preceding this new trend in imprisonment.

Political interests have, of course, also used the right to the franchise in reverse. The recent movement for ex-felon voting rights has had major funding from the Democratic Party, which would stand to gain victories by enfranchising this largely minority and working class population (Dorsey Nunn talk). Similarly, in the post-Civil War years the enfranchisement of African Americans was pushed by the Republican Party to bolster its ranks, but was quickly quelled as black men “threatened” to become a political presence (Manza & Uggen, 63).

“Criminal” acts identified with certain populations have served legislatures wishing to “fine tune” the electorate. In the late nineteenth century, interests in the western territories pressured Congress into passing legislation disenfranchising for the crimes of bigamy and polygamy, specifically to marginalize the growing population of Mormons. (28) And the felonizing of “Negro” crimes like petty larceny, as opposed to those more likely to be committed by whites, such as murder and rape, was used expressly in turn-of-the-century constitutional conventions of Southern states to disenfranchise African Americans for most of the twentieth century, along with the poll tax, literacy tests, and grandfather clauses (41-43). As was discussed above in the Florida example, the very idea that a person can be “qualified” to vote provides an ideological basis on which any crimes defined by the in-group as lower in the moral hierarchy (in the case of “Negro” versus “white” crimes, ironically upside-down from today’s hierarchy in which, for instance in Florida, those convicted of murder and rape are considered less worthy of rights restoration than those convicted of non-violent crimes) can be used to remove political voice.

Felony disenfranchisement has been used as a tool since the nation’s inception for the exclusion of specific groups from the politeuma. When the unquestioned low moral status of the “criminal” class is used in concert with racist or bigoted moral judgments of groups such as African Americans or Mormons, these groups can be effectively stripped of political rights, hence maintaining a permanent underclass of people who lack the “moral high ground” to dispute their status.

Of course, the burden of proof in this democratic betrayal is on the excluded, and the explicit language of racism is gone, replaced now simply by an explosion in the number of people of color convicted of felonies (Sentencing Project website). Recent legislative and media attention to the disparity between sentencing for possession of powder cocaine (an “upper-class” crime) versus crack cocaine (a “lower-class” crime) seems to acknowledge that race-based or class-based sentencing laws did not exactly die out with Jim Crow. What is less publicized is the well-documented preponderance of harsher convictions for people of color, the higher likelihood of African American and Hispanic youth being tried as adults (losing the right to vote before they are old enough to use it,) and the felonizing of more “crimes of poverty” every year across the country. Manza and Uggen, after tracing correlations between race and felony disenfranchisement, don’t mince words in their conclusion: “When African Americans make up a larger proportion of a state’s prison population, that state is significantly more likely to adopt or extend felon disenfranchisement.” ( Manza & Uggen, 67)

Conclusion
I have attempted to enumerate the major problems with the question of qualification in the debate over felony disenfranchisement, and in particular the ways in which it undermines democracy in the United States. I have looked at the more traceable, direct damage done to our democratic mechanisms, and at the more insidious, invisible, damage done on the level of consciousness, defining our boundaries of the “thinkable.” I have also demonstrated how the question of qualification has served purely political agendas to silence select groups through disenfranchisement.

Considering the fundamental concept on which the entire issue of felony disenfranchisement rests – the criminal subject – it stands to reason that we need to re-examine our beliefs and rework our language. Clearly “it is rhetorically ineffective to be for criminals,” but it is easier to be “for the incarcerated,” or “for people living with felony convictions.” Perhaps the most important work being done at this time is by activists in the PFC community who are intentionally renaming their status – throwing off the identity “felons” in favor “incarcerated and formerly incarcerated persons,” linguistically exorcizes the crime and the prison from the body, while still acknowledging the political reality of their status within the system. Dorsey Nunn sees this renaming as a harbinger of a new civil rights movement – much the way the shift from “Negro” to “Black” accompanied that of the mid-twentieth century.

I am proposing that in addition to the linguistic work of renaming, we need to be conscious of how moral judgment is still implied in the terms of the debate over rights. Restoration advocates still use the language of qualification in legislative debates, and substantive gains for the rights of the formerly incarcerated are being made using this language where perhaps an avoidance of it would not help just yet. If any major gains are to be made in the long term, however – not only toward voting and other civil rights, but toward human rights and the most basic capacity of a class of people to live a dignified life – questions such as the morality, virtue and competence of people with felony convictions need to be seen for the real humanitarian and democratic problems they obscure, and ultimately abandoned as artifacts of a different age.

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