OAC Archive: Big Idea: Automatic Run-Off Elections

From the One American Committee supporters blog, “Argument and Analysis” OpenMic post,

3.05.2006, posted here for archival purposes

I read that John Edwards calls on the Democratic Party to present Big Ideas, and I would stand up and applaud (except that risks having someone else in the computer lab call security).

After living in Australia for a decade, my number one suggestion for a Big Idea is about the fight to restore democracy to the US of A.  And the biggest step in that direction is a mandatory automatic Run-Off election in all federal elections.

Now, we all know how a run-off election works.  In some places, if there are more than two people in a race, and nobody wins an absolute majority in the original election, they take the top two vote-getters and have a second, run-off election.

Think about what a run-off election for President would mean.  Everybody who happens to be a passionate supporter of some smaller niche candidate would feel free to vote for their first choice, without the risk of “wasting their vote”.  Imagine if the Nader supporters in Florida in 2000 had the chance to indicate who was their second choice … would Dubya even be President today?  Indeed, think about tens of millions of Americans who do not vote, who might turn up to vote for the first choice if they knew that their vote would not be “wasted”.

Of course, the first reaction is, “that costs too much, and takes too much time”.  But this is where my experience in Australia comes in.  Here in OZ, in every Parliamentary election the voters indicate their preference for all the candidates in order.  If their first preference is not in the running, the vote passes on to their second, then third, and so on.

The full Australian system would be too big a change for the US, but using the basic idea to provide an automatic run-off is extremely simple.  Simply set up two votes, one for the first choice, and another for the second choice.  Then if nobody gets an absolute majority, the top two stay in the race, the rest are eliminated, and the second choice votes for one of those two are added in.

Of course, if the Democrats call for an automatic run-off in all federal elections, the Republicans have to oppose it.  An important Republican strategy of the past decade is focused on keeping over-all participation low so that elections can be swung by well-organized fringe groups brought in by divisive single-issue ballot initiatives.  They have swung so far to the right that any general increase in turn-out and political participation will hurt their election prospects.

On the other hand, how can they run against it?  After all, it is not a pro-Democrat policy.  It is simply a pro-democracy policy.  I feel it makes all the sense in the world for the Republicans to be publicly forced to choose between supporting democracy and supporting their own chances for political success.

First, Do No Harm…”Torture Light” on Prime Time

Originally posted on ePluribus Media.

The inability to hold those accountable for crimes committed with regard to Iraq — illegal detainment, torture, murder — is a major loophole that must be closed.  Redefining “torture” to exclude certain activities and calling those activities “enhanced interrogation techniques” doesn’t change what it is, nor does it alleviate the guilt or responsibility of those who have assisted and participated in it.

The biggest concern of the White House and the Republicans in Congress — and, indeed, at large — is that the public will finally reject their waffling and dissembly and ultimately hold them all accountable for what evil they have wrought.

They are right to be concerned.  

Tonight, I saw an episode of television that I came across unexpected, one that dealt with the difficulty of holding accountable those who have participated in torture as well as those who kept their hands, if not their conscience, clear. It was a 2007 episode of Law and Order SVU (Special Victims Unit) entitled “Harm.” The word “harm” is a reference to the Hippocratic Oath,1 although the phrase doesn’t directly appear within it.2

“…I will follow that system of regimen which, according to my ability and judgment, I consider for the benefit of my patients, and abstain from whatever is deleterious and mischievous…”

The faces of those who have been tortured, after the torture ends and they resume “life” as best they can, are presented in order to convince a prosecutor that they have a case against the female psychiatrist who helped draft the “guidelines” for interrogations that were provided by a Halliburton/Blackwater type company called “Helios” after the actual interrogator was flown, family and all, out of the country to escape prosecution.

“…I will give no deadly medicine to any one if asked, nor suggest any such counsel;…”

Although there are other aspects of the Oath that are apparently out of date in the world today, the use of medical doctors and psychiatrists to help guide the effectiveness of interrogations — and to ensure a degree of faux propriety and protection by not inflicting easily discernable damage —  would very likely disgust the Father of Modern Medicine.

“…Into whatever houses I enter, I will go into them for the benefit of the sick, and will abstain from every voluntary act of mischief and corruption;…”

Interesting factoid — Hippocrates was probably the first “Cossack”3 to make a splash in the world.

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Footnotes

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  1. From Wikipedia:

    The origin of the phrase is not widely known; contrary to popular belief, the phrase is not in the Hippocratic Oath. However, it is often described as a Latin paraphrase by Galen of a Hippocratic aphorism (despite the fact that Galen also wrote in Greek rather than Latin); yet no specific mention in Galen’s writings has been reported. The closest approximation to the phrase that can be found in the Hippocratic Corpus is “to help, or at least to do no harm,” taken from Epidemics, Bk. I, Sect. V.

    Check out the link for the whole story.

  2. The Oath, in full, via the Athenaeum Reading Room:

    I SWEAR by Apollo the physician, and Aesculapius, and Health, and All-heal, and all the gods and goddesses, that, according to my ability and judgment, I will keep this Oath and this stipulation- to reckon him who taught me this Art equally dear to me as my parents, to share my substance with him, and relieve his necessities if required; to look upon his offspring in the same footing as my own brothers, and to teach them this art, if they shall wish to learn it, without fee or stipulation; and that by precept, lecture, and every other mode of instruction, I will impart a knowledge of the Art to my own sons, and those of my teachers, and to disciples bound by a stipulation and oath according to the law of medicine, but to none others. I will follow that system of regimen which, according to my ability and judgment, I consider for the benefit of my patients, and abstain from whatever is deleterious and mischievous. I will give no deadly medicine to any one if asked, nor suggest any such counsel; and in like manner I will not give to a woman a pessary to produce abortion. With purity and with holiness I will pass my life and practice my Art. I will not cut persons laboring under the stone, but will leave this to be done by men who are practitioners of this work. Into whatever houses I enter, I will go into them for the benefit of the sick, and will abstain from every voluntary act of mischief and corruption; and, further from the seduction of females or males, of freemen and slaves. Whatever, in connection with my professional practice or not, in connection with it, I see or hear, in the life of men, which ought not to be spoken of abroad, I will not divulge, as reckoning that all such should be kept secret. While I continue to keep this Oath unviolated, may it be granted to me to enjoy life and the practice of the art, respected by all men, in all times! But should I trespass and violate this Oath, may the reverse be my lot!

  3. Hippocrates was the first “Kossack” because he was born on the isle of Cos, Greece.

The Stars Hollow Gazette

So.  Do you think The New York Times finally gets it about the Protect America Act?

Even by the dismal standards of what passes for a national debate on intelligence and civil liberties, last week was a really bad week.

The law then, and now, also requires the attorney general to certify “in writing under oath” that the surveillance is legal under FISA, not some fanciful theory of executive power. He is required to inform Congress 30 days in advance, and then periodically report to the House and Senate intelligence panels.

Congress was certainly not informed, and if Mr. Ashcroft or later Alberto Gonzales certified anything under oath, it’s a mystery to whom and when. The eavesdropping went on for four years and would probably still be going on if The Times had not revealed it.

To defend themselves, the companies must be able to show they cooperated and produce that certification. But the White House does not want the public to see the documents, since it seems clear that the legal requirements were not met. It is invoking the state secrets privilege – saying that as a matter of national security, it will not confirm that any company cooperated with the wiretapping or permit the documents to be disclosed in court.

What about our Democratic Congress?  Glenn Greenwald

… they are now not only capitulating to, but actually leading (in the form of their Intelligence Committee Chair, Jay Rockefeller), the Bush/Cheney crusade to legalize warrantless eavesdropping and institutionalize lawlessness through telecom amnesty.

That is the same failed strategy that Democrats have been pursuing with complete futility for the last eight years. In 2002, they became convinced by their vapid, craven “strategists” that if they voted for the war in Iraq, it would take national security off the table and enable the midterm elections to be decided by domestic issues. In 2004, they decided that they would reject a candidate who provided too much of a contrast on national security (Howard Dean) in favor of one who, having supported the war and with a record of combat, would neutralize national security as an election issue.

Notably, the one time they actually allowed a contrast to be created on national security — in the run-up to the 2006 midterm election, when they were perceived to be the anti-war party and the GOP was perceived to be tied to Iraq — they won a decisive victory. When they seek to remove national security as an issue by copying Republicans, they lose.

I don’t get it.  Mike Tabbi

The story of how the Democrats finally betrayed the voters who handed them both houses of Congress a year ago is a depressing preview of what’s to come if they win the White House. And if we don’t pay attention to this sorry tale now, while there’s still time to change our minds about whom to nominate, we might be stuck with this same bunch of spineless creeps for four more years. With no one but ourselves to blame.

Democrats insist that the reason they can’t cut off the money for the war, despite their majority in both houses, is purely political. “George Bush would be on TV every five minutes saying that the Democrats betrayed the troops,” says Sen. Bernie Sanders of Vermont. Then he glumly adds another reason. “Also, it just wasn’t going to happen.”

Why it “just wasn’t going to happen” is the controversy. In and around the halls of Congress, the notion that the Democrats made a sincere effort to end the war meets with, at best, derisive laughter. Though few congressional aides would think of saying so on the record, in private many dismiss their party’s lame anti-war effort as an absurd dog-and-pony show, a calculated attempt to score political points without ever being serious about bringing the troops home.

But any suggestion that the Democrats had an obligation to fight this good fight infuriates the bund of hedging careerists in charge of the party. In fact, nothing sums up the current Democratic leadership better than its vitriolic criticisms of those recalcitrant party members who insist on interpreting their 2006 mandate as a command to actually end the war. Rep. David Obey, chair of the House Appropriations Committee and a key Pelosi-Reid ally, lambasted anti-war Democrats who “didn’t want to get specks on those white robes of theirs.” Obey even berated a soldier’s mother who begged him to cut off funds for the war, accusing her and her friends of “smoking something illegal.”

Even beyond the war, the Democrats have repeatedly gone limp-dick every time the Bush administration so much as raises its voice. Most recently, twelve Democrats crossed the aisle to grant immunity to phone companies who participated in Bush’s notorious wiretapping program. Before that, Democrats caved in and confirmed Mike Mukasey as attorney general after he kept his middle finger extended and refused to condemn waterboarding as torture. Democrats fattened by Wall Street also got cold feet about upsetting the country’s gazillionaires, refusing to close a tax loophole that rewarded hedge-fund managers with a tax rate less than half that paid by ordinary citizens.

Instead they simply pretend to live in fear of the Villagers, a group of ineffective toothless sycophants (Greenwald again).

… there are plenty of people who still insist that people like Chris Wallace and Brit Hume are real journalists, somehow distinguishable from the likes of Sean Hannity and Bill O’Reilly. Shouldn’t this question from Wallace, by itself, preclude that assessment? Is Wallace’s embarrassingly deferential inquiry really any different than the defining question asked of the Commander-in-Chief which exposed Jeff Gannon:

Senate Democratic leaders have painted a very bleak picture of the U.S. economy. Harry Reid was talking about soup lines. And Hillary Clinton was talking about the economy being on the verge of collapse. Yet in the same breath they say that Social Security is rock solid and there’s no crisis there. How are you going to work — you’ve said you are going to reach out to these people — how are you going to work with people who seem to have divorced themselves from reality?

Both Wallace and Gannon — with the opportunity to question the U.S. President — basically asked: “Mr. President, how do you handle so well the fact that your political opponents are so crazy, malicious and anti-American”? Just compare Gannon’s mentality (“how are you going to work with people who seem to have divorced themselves from reality?”) with Wallace’s (“are you ever puzzled by all of the concern in this country about protecting of rights of people who want to kill us?”). Brezhnev-era Pravda would have been too ashamed to ask such blatantly subservient questions of political leaders. But Chris Wallace is a Very Serious Journalist and Fox is a real news network.

Real journalists?  Yup, just like Tweety and Timmeh and Shuster and Mrs. Greenspan and Wolfie from AIPAC and Candy and Mr. Matlin and the Beckmiester of hate.

Serious.  Respected.

Pfui.

Classical Persia

Would-be imperialists beware: You gotta be careful when you go to pick a fight with a country possessed of a 5000-year history, for such a nation will inevitably have in its historical record an example of every kind of victory and every kind of loss, and every kind of human triumph and failing in between.  In these countries, ideas like a Declaration of Human Rights aren’t imports; they’re the original products of ancestors and fellow countrymen. Been through a few golden ages, followed by periods of decline and ruin?  Check.  Dealt with foreign aggressors and internal revolt?  Check. Been led by people that history remembers as “the Great,” as well as by guys so incompetent that they make George W. Bush look adequate?  Check.

Join me, if you will, in the Cave of the Moonbat, where tonight we’ll take a look at Persia in the Classical Age – and find out that Iran’s willingness (and ability) to go toe-to-toe with the West’s greatest superpowers is not something that first emerged in the Era of Petroleum.  As a courtesy to the neo-imps among us, I should give fair warning: We may also find that the Iranian contemporaries of Rome influenced the makings of our modern world far more than might first seem apparent.

Historiorant:  The original Persia series was posted shortly after I started posting on DKos, in February and March, 2006, and wound up consisting of seven diaries that were considerably shorter (and less illustrated) than the present incarnation of a History for Kossacks piece.  Accordingly, I’ve decided to commemorate the occasion of my anniversary with a navel-gazing ceremony, retrofitting some of these earlier diaries into the format that evolved in their wake – such was the case with the episode from two Sundays ago, Ancient Persia.

Apologies for last week’s hiatus, btw: early in the evening, I was unable to divert my attention from my beloved New England Patriots, and afterwards, I was preoccupied with bemoaning their fate and rending my garments. – u.m.

Ride of the Horse Archers

PhotobucketWhen last we gathered for an historiorant, a particularly ambitious (and blithely arrogant) Roman named Crassus had just led tens of thousands of men to their doom in The Imperial Surge of 53 BCE. The people who slaughtered the Romans on the dusty plain of Carrhae (in extreme southeastern Turkey) were the Parthians, descendents of the semi-nomadic Parni tribe that had migrated from their homeland east of the Caspian Sea and adopted many of the ways of the people they found already living in the region of Parthia (northern Iran).  The blending of military styles, in particular, made the Parthian 2.0 no slouch on the battlefield; expanding behind armies of highly disciplined horse archers and heavily armored cataphract knights, the Parthians at one point (ca. 100 BCE) dominated an area stretching from Armenia to the borders of India.

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In time, the Parthians came to think of themselves as the bloodline-bona fide rulers of Persia, claiming descent from Artaxerxes II (r. 404-358 BCE), and by extension, from Cyrus the Great himself.  Basing themselves south of the Caspian Sea and north of the Alborz Mountains, the Parthians created themselves a reborn Achaemenid Dynasty (the line of Cyrus, Darius, and Xerxes from three centuries before), though some aspects of their culture were a bit Hellenistic in flavor owing to the Seleucids – courtiers spoke Persian and wrote in the Pahlavi script, but Greek was used on coins until the 2rd century CE – whose 150-year hold on power was weakening around the same time as the Parthians were growing in strength.

The Parthian Dynasty (246 BCE-224 CE) – sometimes called the Arsacid, after one of its founders – established its main capitol at Ctesiphon, just across the river from Seleucia on the Tigris (south of Baghdad, on the west bank); from there, the horsemen proceeded to carve up the prostrate empire of the Seleucids.  Under Mithradates (Mehrdad) I (171-138 BCE) and especially under Mithradates II (124-87 BCE), who defeated the Scythians (for a time) and added Armenia to the Parthian domain, the horsemen established an empire that basically defined the eastern edge of Rome’s sway.  Though the next 300 years saw parts of Mesopotamia occasionally fall to the Parthians, and Ctesiphon to the Romans three times in the 1st century CE alone (Armenia went back and forth), the Parthians remained strong enough to keep the borders of Rome at the west bank of the Tigris (more or less), where the forts and garrisons the Romans were obligated to maintain proved a constant and costly drain on the resources of the Eternal City.

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                                                Zhang Qian in the 2nd century BCE, as potrayed by a 7th century CE mural

The Parthians fought along their northern borders, as well, eventually capturing several important cities along the Silk Road.  This did two things in particular: it cut off from Western contact Greco-Bactria, the last remaining Hellenistic kingdom in Central Asia, and it brought Iran into almost exclusive contact with China.  It seems the Chinese took a shine to Parthian horses – in the late 2nd century BCE, explorer/conquistador Zhang Qian first brought back word to the Han emperors that there were “Heavenly Horses” to be found on the Iranian Plateau; later he arranged for a trade pact between Parthia and China.  By the first century CE, Han cavalry was composed largely of Parthian horses, and their battle tactics showed signs (like a modified Parthian shot) of Persian influence.  Some Chinese took a shine to another import from Parthia, as well: around 148 CE, a Parthian nobleman/Bhuddhist missionary (the Bamiyan-Buddha-carving Kushan Empire was Parthia’s next-door neighbor to the East) named An Shih Kao established temples around the Han capital of Luoyang, and went on to make the first translations of Buddhist scripture into Chinese.

PhotobucketWeird Historical Sidenote:  The Chinese thought very highly indeed of Parthian horses – I’m told another name for them, “Soulun,” translates to “vegetarian dragon.”  There’s also a rumor that the horses sweated blood, but stories like that (especially the 2000-year-old ones) are notoriously difficult to verify.  Something that is a little easier to establish is that the Scythians dug Parthian horses, too – but usually just the chestnuts and bays.  So it is that the Russian Don breed (est. 18th c. CE) preferred by the Cossacks often shows similar coloration even today.

Weird Historio-Political Parallel:  The silk for which Rome was willing to pay dearly had to pass through the lands of a mortal enemy first, and the only reason that enemy didn’t cut off trade entirely was that their own economy became increasingly dependent upon the commodity.  For the life of me, I can’t think of a single modern parallel to this situation – can you?  ðŸ˜‰

The Parthian governmental system was comprised of up to 18 vassal states and a Royal Council of 5 client kings with significant authority to check the power of their liege – the Suren clan, for example, had exclusive crowning rights.  The decentralized nature of their government both helped and hurt the Parthians: they could (and did) survive multiple falls of their capital by simply relocating, but like all feudal systems, conflicts resulted when lords began to acquire power that rivaled that of the king.  Such was the case in the early 3rd century CE, when the descendents of a priest named Sassan began dethroning and usurping other local lords in the region of Persis (a/k/a Pars; southern Iran).

An Empire of the Old School

Persia proper lay within the domain of the Parthians, but it was administered in the now-traditional satrap-based form of feudalism practiced in this region since Cyrus handed out his first political favor.  Like all feudal systems, the Persian satraps had to constantly be wary of the local lords and chieftains who administered the various districts within their satrapy, as a feudal lord’s strength is only as great as the sum of his loyal vassals.  Turns out that this general rule applied to the Parthians, only they didn’t realize it until it was too late.

In 224 CE, Papak (alternate spellings abound), a village leader and the son of Sassan, a priest of the Temple of Anahita, managed to dethrone Artabatus V, ruler of Persia.  As Persia was a vassal state to Parthia, this might have caused little concern in Ctesiphon had the ongoing feudal obligations – the ass-kissing, the tax-paying – been met, but neither Papak nor the son who succeeded him, Ardashir, was the sort of guy to content himself with paying tribute to an overlord (actually, Ardashir had an older brother, named Shapur, who probably ascended the throne around 220 CE, but it seems a building collapsed upon him in 222 – u.m.)

For Parthia, the ensuing war was as short as its results were bad; Ctesiphon fell in 226 CE, and the Sassanids assumed the rulership of the empire.  They saw themselves as a culture native to Persia, and like the Parthians before them, sought to legitimize their dynasty by claiming descent from the legendary Achaemenian line of Cyrus and Xerxes.  From their own past they grabbed the title Shahanshah (“King of Kings)”, and they established their capital upon the site of ancient Gor (modern-day Firouzabad, in southern Iran), which had been destroyed by an Alexander the Great-engineered flood – Ardashir had a tunnel dug through a mountain to drain the lake that still remained.  

Historiorant:  As I mentioned above, I’m trying to compress those seven earlier diaries into four, so it really doesn’t behoove me to be chasing after every shiny historical tidbit that appears along our route, but every once in while, your resident historiorantologist runs into one he can’t help but share.  Such is the case with Ardashir, founder of the Sassanid Empire – though I’m shortly going to blaze through four hundred years of their rule in just a few paragraphs, the story of their founder is simply too colorful to ignore.  It’s also quite a work of court history, and will no doubt serve as an invaluable resource after the Bush misadministration is gone and historiogrovelers (the sworn enemy of the historioranter) like Fances Fukuyama seek to tortuously justify the stupid assertions they made at the onset of the Era of Compassionate Conservatism.

The army of the Worm, which had been inside the fortress, completely marched out, and zealously and vehemently struggled and fought with Ardashir’s troops, many being killed on both sides.  When the army of the Worm came out (of the fortress), it took such a by-road that it became impossible for any of Ardashir’s troops to go out (of the camp) or to bring in any food for himself or fodder for his horses, and, (consequently), the satiety of all men and animals was changed into want of food and helplessness.

When Mitrok, son of Anoshepat, an inhabitant of Zarham in Pars, heard that Ardashir was without provision near the capital of the Worm, and obtained no victory over its army; he accoutered his troops and heroes, marched towards the residence of Ardashir, and carried away all the wealth and riches of Ardashir’s treasure.

Ardashir, hearing of such violation on the part of Mitrok and other men of Pars, reflected upon it for a while thus: “I ought to postpone the battle with the Worm, and [then] go to fight out a battle with Mitrok.”  He, (therefore), summoned all his forces back to his quarters, deliberated with their commanders, (first) sought the means of delivering himself and his army, and then sat himself down to eat breakfast.

That very moment a long arrow, dispatched from the fortress, came down and pierced, as far as its feathers, through the (roasted) lamb that was on the table.

On the arrow it was written as follows: “This arrow is darted by the troops of the lord of the glorious Worm; we ought not to kill a great man like you, so we have struck that (roasted) lamb,” Ardashir, having observed the state of things, disencamped his army and withdrew from the place.

The army of the Worm hastened after Ardashir, and hemmed in his men again in such a manner that Ardashir’s army could not proceed further.  So Ardashir [himself] passed [lit. dashed] away singly by the sea-coast.

The Kârnâmag î Ardashîr î Babagân (‘Book of the Deeds of Ardashir son of Babag’), Chapter 6

Weird Historical Sidenote:  Great story about that “army of the Worm” thing.  Seems that once upon time, a maiden found a kerm (“worm”) in an apple, and made a pledge to feed and care for it.  Since it just so happened to be a lucky worm, this turned out to be a really good decision: soon her father conquered the entire province, which became known as Kerman, or “Worm Province.”  The family’s luck held until Ardashir realized that the worm was their Achilles’ Heel, so to speak, and…well, I gotta let The Glory of the Shia World (pub. 1910) and its source, whom the authors describe as no less than the greatest epic poet ever, tell the rest of it:

Consequently he (Ardashir) resolved on a daring stratagem, and, disguising himself as a merchant prince, he presented himself before Haftan Bokht (the King of Kerman) and said, that as he owed all his success in trade to the good fortune of the Worm, he requested the honour of feeding it for three days. This petition was readily granted, and as Firdausi, the greatest epic poet of all the cycles of time, writes:

When their souls were deep steeped in the wine-cup;

Forth fared the Prince with his hosts of the hamlet,

Brought with him copper and brazen cauldron,

Kindled a flaming fire in the white daylight.

So to the Worm at its meal-time was measured

In place of milk and rice much molten metal.

Unto its trench he brought that liquid copper;

Soft from the trench its head the Worm upraised.

Then they beheld its tongue, like brazen cymbal,

Thrust forth to take its food as was its custom.

Into its open jaws that molten metal

Poured he, while, in the trench, helpless the Worm writhed;

Crashed from its throat the sound of fierce explosion,

Such that the trench and whole fort fell a-quaking.

Swift as the wind Ardeshir and his comrades

Hastened with drawn swords, arrows, and maces.

Of the Worm’s warders, wrapped in their wine-sleep,

Not one escaped alive from their fierce onslaught.

Then from the Castle-keep raised he the smoke-wreaths

Which his success should tell to his captains.

Hasting to Shahr-gir swift came the sentry,

Crying, “King Ardeshir his task hath finished!”

Quickly the captain then came with his squadrons,

Leading his mail-clad men unto the King’s aid.

And in the name of all that’s holy, please, please: nobody tell President Bush that the key to conquering Iran lies in finding a gigantic, enchanted worm and pouring molten copper down its throat.

Despite the grandiosity of the title adopted by Sassanid rulers, “king of kings” accurately describes their government, which followed the same basically feudal format as the preceding three Iranian empires.  Their aristocracy was an amalgamation of earlier history, too, with nobility comprised of a mix of the leaders of old Parthian clans, Persian aristocratic families, and nobles from subjected territories.  The Sassanids imposed a 4-tiered caste system of Priests, Warriors, Secretaries, and Commoners, and sought actively to eradicate Greek influence in Iranian culture.  Ardashir, especially, recognized the potent weapon that faith mixed with national pride can be, and he wasn’t afraid to play favorites: Zoroastrianism was made the state religion, the Magi were given special privilege, and more than a few marble friezes show Ahuramazda, the supreme deity as spaken of by Zarathustra, conferring the authority to rule upon Ardashir.

The religious fervor of the Sassanids had, as religious fervors tend to, a darker side.  .  Run-of-the-pew Christians were periodically persecuted – a situation that became worse after Rome converted to Christianity and its practice in the Sassanid Empire became an act of treason.  Still, for most of their 4-century reign, the Sassanids practiced religious toleration, bringing their Zoroastrian faith with them as they established trading colonies as far away as India, Vietnam, and Malaysia; other exports include the Cult of Mithras to Rome, where it competed for converts with the early Christians.  A notable exception to the general rule of tolerance was made in the case of the prophet Mani,

…who claimed to be both Christ and the Buddha, and was crucified, (ca. 236 CE). Mani preached a Zoroastrian conflict between good and evil, but then (like the Gnostics) regarded matter as evil. Served by a celibate and vegetarian priesthood, Manicheanism spread both East and West. To the East, it was adopted by the Sogdians and Uighurs (under Bugug Khan, 759-780), until the advent of Islâm, and spread all the way to China. Marco Polo’s description of a Christian community in China which had actually forgot it was Christian may actually refer to a group of Manicheans.

Media, Persia, Parthia, and Irân

Manicheanism headed West, too, where elements of it can be seen in the religion of the Cathars of southwestern France, whose unique culture and civilization were pretty much wiped out by a deliberate act of genocide emanating from Rome in the early 13th century.

The Crossroads of Classical Geopolitics

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                                  There’s not much left of Ctesiphon, the largest city in the world in the 6th century.  Located about 35 km south of Baghdad, people were still fighting one another on the site 14 centuries later: in 1915, the British and Ottomans engaged in a pitched battle amongst the ruins, destroying much of what little remained.

From their position astride the Silk Road, the Sassanids did a masterful job of allowing plenty of trade goods, but precious little knowledge, to pass between Rome and China.  They also enriched themselves as middlemen, and availed themselves of all the scientific, cultural, and technological benefits that can accrue to a nexus of world trade.  It was during the Sassanid period that close contact with India brought in stories that would eventually find their way into the Thousand Nights and One Night, and there is speculation that the 90-foot spiral Zoroastrian fire altar at Ardashir’s new capital was the basis for the design of the Spiral Minaret at the Great Mosque of Samarra.  Domestically, the Sassanids were aggressive builders who actively sought to reinvigorate traditional Persian art forms, and cities like Gundishapur, where a university was founded in the 4th century, were among the greatest centers of learning of their time.  As for architecture, the great historiodeity Will Durrant says:

“Sasanian art exported its forms and motifs eastward into India, Turkestan, and China, westward into Syria, Asia Minor, Constantinople, the Balkans, Egypt, and Spain. Probably its influence helped to change the emphasis in Greek art from classic representation to Byzantine ornament, and in Latin Christian art from wooden ceilings to brick or stone vaults and domes and buttressed walls.”

PhotobucketBeing a neighbor of the Roman Empire wasn’t easy for anyone who had the pleasure, but the Sassanids began drawing lines in the sand in the earliest days of their power.  Ardashir’s son Shapur antagonized the Romans even further than his father had, by demanding that they relinquish all their territories in Asia – presumably so that the title “King of all Iran and non-Iran” would better fit the new Sassanid ruler – then swiftly invading Mesopotamia.  His initial victories were reversed in 243 CE, but the following year, the young emperor Gordian III opened the doors of the Temple of Janus – signifying that Rome was now at war; they’d been closed since 70 CE – for the last time in Roman history, and personally led a disastrous troop surge down the Euphrates.  Since I don’t want to be accused of mongering conspiracies, I’ll defer to Wikipedia for some tidbits on the death of the emperor:

Persian sources claim that a battle was fought (Battle of Misiche) near modern Fallujah (Iraq) and resulted in a major Roman defeat and the death of Gordian III. Roman sources do not mention this battle and suggest that Gordian died far away, upstream of the Euphrates. Although ancient sources often described Philip, who succeeded Gordian as emperor, as having murdered Gordian at Zaitha (Qalat es Salihiyah), the cause of Gordian’s death is unknown.

Philip the Arab (r. 244-249 CE), the Praetorian Prefect (recently ascended to his office following the mysterious death of his predecessor), quickly grabbed up the purple robes of the emperor’s office, bought off Shapur to the tune of 500,000 denari (he also left behind bunch of legionaries, who were enslaved and compelled to build the city of Bishapur to commemorate the guy who had beaten them), and headed back to Rome to secure his claim in the Senate.  Despite Philip’s promise of future payments, Shapur soon resumed the war by looting Antioch – which provoked another Mesopotamian troop surge that would end with the first-ever capture of a Roman Emperor in battle.

PhotobucketIn 253 CE, Valerian was named Emperor, and he spent the next seven years flitting about the imperial borders, putting out fires where he could.  There were Marcomans in the Alps, Visigoths in Thrace, and Sassanids in Syria – and Valerian tried to deal with them all.  So it was that in 260 CE, he found himself in Edessa as a Sassanid army surrounded the city.  Though he had liberated Antioch (and captured Shapur’s harem at one point), things did not turn out so well for Emperor Valerian: he was taken prisoner by Shapur in late 259 or 260 CE, and died without ever again tasting freedom or seeing Rome.  Sources vary as to his treatment – some have Valerian being used as a footstool before getting the molten-gold-down-the-gullet treatment, while others say he and his men lived in passable conditions, considering that they’d been enslaved for hard labor, in Bishapur.

Shapur was also busy in the east.  He expanded into the Kabul river valley, captured Peshawar, and carried a sacred relic – the Begging-Bowl of the Buddha – back to Istakhr.  His son, Shapur II, expanded the empire to the borders of China, then invaded Arabia, prior to settling in for a nice long conflict with the Romans.  As one of very few civilizations to whose ruler the Emperor addressed letters “My Brother,” the Sassanids were a constant threat on Rome’s eastern flank, and over time, their military made adjustments to its composition and tactics based on the Persian threat.  The addition of heavily-armored cavalry, for example, was inspired by the cataphracts of Persia – and Roman heavy cavalry is part of what inspired the later development of the European mounted knight.

It Was (mostly) Fun While It Lasted

PhotobucketBahram Gur and the Indian princess in the black pavilion from a Khamsa (Quintet) by Nizami mid 16th century Safavid dynasty. (Wikipedia Commons)

For three centuries, the Sassanids and Rome parried, with the former enjoying no fewer than two golden ages while the latter succumbed to the inevitable forces of decline and fall.  Notable leaders during this long span of time include Bahram V (421-438 CE), who was to go on to enjoy national epic hero status as the lover and hunter Bahram Gur, and Khorsow I (531-579 CE) a/k/a Khosrow Anushirvan (the Just).  Treatment of the adherents of non-Zoroastrian faiths varied by ruler, as did the fortunes of war and trade, but the stability imposed the caste system generally helped the subjects of the empire ride out the reign of the occasional poor leader; when the end finally came, it did so during a precipitous quarter-century that saw virtually all of the empires of antiquity knocked back on their heels.

The final war between Rome – now reborn as Byzantium – and Persia started when the Sassanid king (and gargantuan dome-builder; see Ctesiphon pics above) Khosrow II (r. 591-628 CE) invaded Syria and sacked Jerusalem in 614 CE.  It is said the Jews there welcomed the Persians, remembering the stories of the wise and merciful Cyrus, and because the Christians in the city were persecuting them.  It is also said that the Sassanids carried back to Persia another sacred relic – the True Cross – as plunder from Jerusalem (they give it back in a generation or two).  Khosrow went on to take over Egypt and the islands of Cyprus and Rhodes, and even besieged Constantinople for a time, but the slow-moving Byzantine army retaliated forcefully in 627 CE, cutting a broad juggernaut-type swath of destruction through Mesopotamia.  Weary of being led by a megalomaniac and humiliated by the advance of Byzantine forces deep into Sassanid territory, the Persian army mutinied and murdered Khosrow in 628 CE.

Notice the dates?  Now check them against your Hegira calendar.

After being decisively spanked by the Byzantines, not to mention having their ruler assassinated by his own army, the Sassanids fell into chaos and disunion.  They ran through a dozen kings in the last twenty years of the empire, but this was just one of many symptoms of social and economic decline that were ultimately rooted in the vast power of the Zoroastrian state religion.  Its rigid system of social stratification was beginning to strain under the weight of taxation – more favors to the priests and the powerful than could be paid for by the plebians – and the common folk were starting to resent the burden.  Additionally, since persecution of non-Zoroastrians was sanctioned by the state, the empire could always be counted upon to produce a small-but-virulent undercurrent of seething resentment, just waiting for an opportunity to erupt into rebellion.  And finally, that old Persian problem of freedom-minded satraps started cropping up again – the Lakhmids were only the first to assert their independence after the assassination of Khorsow II in 628 CE; other vassal states on the periphery soon followed.

Historiorant:

Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at PhotobucketThe original thought was to get all the way through the arrival of Islam in Persia, leaving off at the rise of the Abbasid Dynasty, but that version of the diary wound up at 15 single-spaced pages without pictures.  That’s a little long, even by my standards – but I gotta think a story like that of Ardashir and the Worm is worth delaying a discussion on the Battle of al-Qadissiyah by a week or so.  

Next up, then, will be Islam and Medieval Persia; for this week, let’s try’n think of some of the other non-Roman cultures of Classical Antiquity that our Dear Leader has spurned in his tortured interpretation of the historical record – what’s the most critical thing he hasn’t learned about Han China or Mauryan and Gupta India?, for example.  If that seems a little esoteric, then how about this: Had he attended a university whose history professors had sufficient integrity to ensure that he actually earned his degree through study and effort, what lessons about the Parthians and the Sassanids might now be able to inform Bush’s decision-making with regard to Iran?

Historically hip entrances to the Cave of the Moonbat can be found at Daily Kos, Never In Our Names, Bits of News, Progressive Historians, and DocuDharma.

the world at their fingertips

finger tips…

heat-seeking missiles

exploiting target-rich terrain

tongues… peanut butter salty sweet smooth

sex smell. sweat, sticky warm

an audience of two

falling backwards,

landing like pick up sticks

arms legs fingers toes interlocked

soft there

safe there

in amber chamber light

he catches her breath

she holds his hand

moaning laughing at the groaning

not afraid to find each others eyes

to look there, stay there

smile as a child and say

i love you

An Open Letter to Senator Charles Schumer

( – promoted by buhdydharma )

To the honorable Senator Schumer,

Hello sir!  It is unlikely that you know who I am, although I have written to you before and even once had the pleasure of working with your daughter.  But I hope you will take a moment to hear what I have to say.

Like many other of your constituents, I wrote to you asking that you vote against the confirmation of Michael Mukasey as Attorney General of the United States.  You chose instead to support his confirmation, which led directly to his being appointed to the office.  You did so saying to us that he was not “my ideal choice,” but that you were “confident that this nominee would enforce a law that bans waterboarding.”  

Of course, you and I were both gravely disappointed this past week.  At that time, it was made clear to Congress, by Attorney General Mukasey and other top officials, that the federal government has waterboarded prisoners in the past, that it will not prosecute those who did so due to legal arguments made by the Office of Legal Counsel, that those legal arguments are so secret that Congress cannot even be permitted to review them in closed session, and even that the President retains the right to order prisoners waterboarded in the future, and that this is still legal according to the Justice Department under certain circumstances despite the passage of laws prohibiting it in 2005 and 2006, and that we the people and you the legislature have no right to review the legal arguments supporting that either.

In response to these statements, you who had previously responded to the doubts of myself and others by proclaiming your confidence in Mukasey, stated that “I am not surprised by your testimony, but I am disappointed.”.  And you are certainly not alone in that sentiment.

Like most New Yorkers and most Americans, it is my deep hope that this banana republic sort of government will depart in a year with the administration of President George W. Bush.  But like any student of history, I know that this is not the case automatically.  I know that another deadlocked general election might go to the Supreme Court, that another President might face a threat which it is believed can be mitigated by torture, and that another Justice Department can be staffed by lawyers without law and men without principle.  Which is why these battles over judges and cabinet posts are so important; nothing is more a foundation of both our law and our sense of ourselves as a moral and decent nation as the assumption that our government, of which you are a part, will not use methods that shock the conscience, particularly in secret, to interrogate those accused of violations of the laws of our nation and of war.  Without that foundation, the American people are ruled by its government for no better reason than because they are large and mighty.

King George III learned just how tolerant the American people are of such reasoning.

You are and continue to be a good Senator for the Democratic party and for the state of New York.  I write these things to you not to rebuke you for not listening to me and others in the past, but because I know that we have a long future ahead of continuing to work together at the labor of governing our nation.  I urge you to work more closely with us, your constituents, and to allow for greater and freer exchange of ideas between us.  Together, we are inevitably smarter and wiser than any of us are capable of being alone.

Neither we the people or you, Mr. Senator, are powerful enough to resist the disappointment of people like Attorney General Mukasey nor injustice in the halls which bear her name alone.  Let our mutual disappointment in the events of the present help us bring about a future where we make a better future by working more closely with one another.  Let us not forget the depths to which we have been brought, and make it our mission to find the way up together.

Sincerely,

The Bilderburg Group

Embracing the conspiracy theories presents it’s problems.  End Game states the purpose of secret organizations is to cull the population of the earth down to 500 million.  Now I could just take the blue pill and dismiss all of this as the rantings of insane people but the NWO paragidms actually match and align perfectly with the last 20 years of American history, even longer.

Homeland Security claims to protect the Homeland yet www.spp.gov meets several times over several years to merge the “Homeland” into a three nation union.

www.projectcensored.org documents the media blacklisting of verboten topics.

The US population is a mere 300 million out of the world 6 billion.  We consume and waste far to many resources.  The technology has been developed and exported.  Our moral fiber is under continuous attack and the founding principles of law are being deliberately discarded at alarming rates.

http://www.infragard.net/

http://www.commondreams.org/ar…

Not something left to the random statistical arena of a series of chance events, it must be by plan and design.

Now if you take all of that in as fact and a black guy, a woman, and a war mongering pyschopath are presented to you as the potential next leader of the “free” world you will chalk the whole affair up the the planned destruction of America it is.

What is the answer then?  Have fun.  In these, the last of days not having the financial resources for that remote survivalist bunker way back up in the woods I might as well have fun.  Send an encrypted message to your international friends, spell Fuck You NSA in laser pointers on your front lawn, take the battery out of your cell phone on long trips and “cheating” on your taxes is American Patriotism at it’s best.  Educate your loved ones.

http://www.illuminati-news.com…

God says the Biblical Apocalypse need not involve fire and brimstone and the elimination of all on earth, He may accept the refusal of soldiers to fire upon other people because they were ordered to or perhaps even a sizable portion of fully awake people with a concern about their fellow man.

Hey, you will grant me one last Horse Ride though, won’t you.

And was Bush the third anti-Christ?

http://www.crystalinks.com/mab…  

The Weapon of Young Gods #7: Crippling Nostalgia

The wind was just starting to whip up when the boy arrived, late, to meet me on the pier at the harbor. The fucking harbor! When he got there I asked him why in the world he’d need me to show up here, in mid-December, so late in the afternoon that any remaining sunshine would bestow no warmth on anything, and do you know what he said?

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“I, um, thought it would be romantic? Sunset, you know?” Uh-huh. The evening breeze couldn’t blow away the foul stench of oil in the water, or bird shit on the pier, or the mariachi music blaring out of one lonley barbecue party’s boombox. Romantic? He wouldn’t know romance if it clocked him in the kisser. I said something like “I hated not seeing you this quarter,” but I didn’t really mean it. I also said he never wrote to me anymore- no letters, not even any emails with that free university account.

“That’s ridiculous,” he said. “Do you have any idea how perpetually exhausted I was this quarter from taking the train down here to see you every other weekend?” I didn’t tell him that half the time he’d been home, we’d either only sat around each others’ living rooms watching random rented videos or, if my parents were gone, making out on the couch, the jacuzzi, my bed. Not to mention going to Olivia Arroyo’s stupid parties. Why encourage him?

“Besides,” he continued, “why haven’t you ever come up to see me?”

“You know why,” I snapped back. “I have gym on the weekends and I have competitions every month. Why throw four hours away every weekend just to go see you get trashed with your roommate?” Why am I even here doing this? Why not just let Liv have him? Let her deal with this immature blob of wasted looks and unraveling brains. Let’s see what she does about him fucking other girls at school and drinking himself to death.

He had the sense to look ashamed of himself, but then said “You didn’t even call me for, like, the past two weeks.”

I looked across the channel at the fake island, and over the wind could hear sail lines clanging against the masts. “You had finals, and my parents bitched at me about the phone bill.”

He sighed with impatience, and was silent. “Okay,” he finally said, “then why don’t you remind me again why we didn’t end this thing when I moved.”

“You begged me not to,” I shot back. He was probably terrified of leaving home, the big baby. A lonely sailboat scudded across the sea out beyond the jetty, racing for the harbor mouth.

“Oh yeah.” He shut up again for a while. I wondered if he remembered how pathetic and childlike he looked. It was a little alarming at the time, actually, watching an eighteen-year-old boy crumble in front of me.

It got a lot colder, like the freakish, unseasonably biting storms that sometimes marched across the Black Sea to descend on Sevastopol and blight my childhood. I said we didn’t need to have the same argument all over again, and because I wanted to get out of there I said yes when he asked if we could go somewhere else, and then we got in my car and I drove up to the Ritz to see the Christmas decorations. He started babbling away about music again, and I wasn’t really paying attention until he said something about “being onstage,” so I interrupted him.

“Onstage?” I hadn’t meant to sound so irritated, but a vengeful muscle cramp rippled up my calf. I hadn’t stretched enough before practicing vaults earlier today, and now I was paying for it.

“Yeah,” he said, a little defensively. “Weren’t you listening? I was saying how I want to, like, finally learn to play my dad’s guitar, and maybe later find a band to play in. There are tons of them at school, and it just looks like a fucking blast.”

“Oh,” I said, “okay, whatever.” I shrugged and pulled into the parking lot at Creek. The cramp hadn’t subsided yet, and my left leg jerked involuntarily. He was glaring at me with this hiliariously offended look on his face.

“What?”

“You don’t sound too interested.”

“Interested? In seeing you play onstage, you mean?”

“Yeah.” He wouldn’t drop it.

“Oh, well…” I trailed off, and got out of the car gingerly. “I didn’t mean it like that. It’s just that I’m still sore from gym today, that’s all. It is a different, um, tangent for you, though.”

“What?”

“Nothing,” I said dismissively. “I just can’t picture you doing that, is all.”

He looked stunned, but it thankfully shut him up for a while, and we walked toward the hotel. The swaying palm trees at the entrance were covered in thousands of lights from top to bottom, and I was too busy taking them all in to stay annoyed with the boy, especially when he broke the silence with the lamest thing he could possibly bring up.

“Do you remember that one Christmas card I gave you?”

I did. It was a funny coincidence that became a horrible cliche, so he loved it. The Ritz-Carlton hotel used to have groups of music students from local elementary schools come to mangle Christmas songs for any unfortunate guests in the lobby. When my parents and I first came to America I wasn’t fitting in well with anyone in Southern California gymnastics programs, even though that was our ticket in- I was too good and they hated me.

My mother signed me up for violin lessons as something to do, and I was eventually roped into a Christmas card photo shoot with three other kids and a fake Santa Claus who smelled like cigarettes. There were four kids in that photo- a boy and girl each from the fourth and fifth grade. I didn’t know him at the time, but the fifth-grade boy was the same one now walking beside me.

“Well? Nadia?”

“Yeah, yeah. Of course I do.” Why did he have to mention that fucking thing?

“Oh. Well, I was just thinking- that was ten years ago. Did you know that?”

“I hadn’t thought of it.” I didn’t want to wallow in stupid nostalgia, though, and as long as I was out here in the cold, I wanted us to get somewhere tonight. I went back to the old argument and tried to explain myself.

“Look,” I said, “it’s not that I don’t like you anymore. You know that, right?” My shoes scuffed on the walkway slightly as I tried to kick out the cramp.

“I do now,” he said, rolling his eyes. “I didn’t even know there was a problem.”

“Of course you didn’t,” I sighed, and then we didn’t talk for a little while, but then I must have been distracted by the twinkling lights above us and I blurted “Liv’s throwing another party,” and suddenly I took us somwhere we didn’t need to be.

“Oh yeah?” he perked up. “When?”

“New Year’s,” I replied, then tried to help myself and added, “I think she said you could tell R.J. and Alan.”

No luck there. “R.J. has to go to my grandparents’ with my stepdad, cause he’s not allowed to go with Alan and his family to Maui,” he said. “It’ll just be you and me, baby.”

“Fine, then.” We walked around the sprawling hotel to the path overlooking the ocean. The wind was still annoyingly cold, and now without the massive hotel blocking it out, we were blasted full-force.

“I hate this long-distance shit as much as you do,” he said, looking down at the dark, empty beach below. “Do you want to make it work or not?” he asked.

I wanted to get out of the cold and go home. I should have said no but I didn’t, and then let him kiss me which wasn’t really all that bad. Roy was a silly little man-child, but he always was a good kisser.

Airing Tonight: Nat’l Geographic’s 6 Degrees (w/video)

The National Geographic Channel is premiering 6 Degrees tonight (8PM EST/9PM PST), which tracks the consequences of catastrophic climate change, degree by degree (YouTube preview):

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Terrifying stuff, to be sure, the show is not without controversy, as it focuses on doomsday scenarios, but perhaps it’s best to see what we’re facing at the upper limit.  

For a more measured prediction (but equally troubling, imo), a previous essay on the Nine Tipping Points.

Pony Party: Sunday music retrospective

Janis



Little Girl Blue



Try (Just a Little Bit Harder)



Mercedes Benz



Me and Bobby McGee

Please do not recommend a Pony Party when you see one.

The Agony… and the Agony…

This news item is a few weeks old, so I apologize to those who have read it already, rolled their eyes, and punched a wall. It aptly illustrates that we haven’t quite arrived at the station aboard the post partisan express, and maybe, just maybe, talking about race and gender is instructive. It is also proof one can still turn the verbal double play all in one conversation and be racist and sexist at the same time. Certainly takes a special talent. The short article appears here.

A county judge in Hagerstown was reprimanded for calling three black female lawyers “the Supremes” in court and advising the defendant to get “an experienced male attorney.”

Washington County Circuit Judge W. Kennedy Boone has acknowledged that his comments suggested racial and sexual bias. In his written response to a complaint, Boone said he was trying to protect the three public defenders from representing a difficult defendant.

Oh, I get it, he was trying to help them, ah the burden of the white man must be excruciating. What is a guy to do when he is surrounded by those he is certain are beneath him? There is no chance that these lawyers went to school to learn their profession and could be competent. Maybe he was gravely concerned that they went to one of those girl law schools where they teach you to dress cute and make a darn good cup of coffee for the men and might be overwhelmed by the challenge of …. being a lawyer. Was he worried they went to the singing law school, you know the one that black women all go to. After all, if an experienced male attorney was assigned to the case he might be able to fix up one of these women with an appropriate husband. Isn’t that why women of any color go to law school? To find husbands? Besides, these women were taking honest work away from experienced male attorneys and somebody has to stand up for their rights.

The Maryland Commission on Judicial Disabilities concluded the comments Boone made during a court hearing last April were “undignified and disparaging.” The notice of reprimand was published January 18 in the Maryland Register.

His comments weren’t racist and sexist, just undignified.Is this an example of denial, stupidity, or worse a tacit admission that the commission itself is hampered by deep and fundamental bias and hostility toward women, and women of color? What does a Judge have to do to get fired? What qualifies as sexism and racism by the standards of that commission?

A stipulation by Boone and the Commission said that in June the judge offered to recuse himself from other cases the three attorneys handled.

Maybe he was plagued by an obsession that he might do it again. Must not call black female attorneys, The Supremes. Wash. Repeat. Rinse. Rinse. The Commission might actually be forced to apply actually discipline to his behavior.

The Judge decided that an intensely radical, super human effort, was required to rectify his undignified remarks.

“I appreciate their acceptance of my apology,” he told the newspaper Tuesday. He also said he’d never before had a sanctionable complaint filed against him.

Nobody filed a complaint about him prior to this, I find it incredible that this particular Judge has developed sudden acute onset racism and sexism. He never got caught.

Inevitably when incidents like this receive publicity an air of dismissal floats about. We are told that occurrences in which public figures verbalize blatant sexism and racism, that we have been made aware of an “isolated incident.” There might be racist or sexist individuals who make embarrassing comments but it reflects no broad trends or structures.

A recent ABA ( American bar Association ) study explored the perceptions and experiences of women of color in private law firms and it mirrors that of the news story. 44 percent of women of color reported being passed over for desirable assignments compared to 39 percent of white women, 25 percent of men of color and 2 percent of white men. Women of color also reported being routinely excluded from networking opportunities. Almost half of them reported experiencing some kind of harassment  and demeaning commentary at work.

A sample of the comments directed at women of color include being called an angry black lady and a dragon lady.

There are no isolated incidents with regards to sexism and racism. They are all connected. They all reflect who we are and how far we still need to travel.

Dear Barack,

I hope you don’t mind me using your first name, but you have come to first name basis with America these days.

I’ll state right off, I am really on the fence about you.  But I am full of ideas and needed to share them with you.

You have a rare opportunity here, have you any idea how rare? People are looking to you with Messianic hope, thinking you will lead the Ghost Dance and put things back as they belong.

Hope, Faith, Unity and “Yes We Can!”

Just words, but when you lead people to believe them, you have a responsibility.

If you are to be an Agent of Change, as you espouse, you need to know a few things about that Public Sway that you hold so tenuously in your hands.

There was a time that leaders lead that sway.

There was a time, when Good Men spoke out, changing hearts and minds.

Then there came the Lesser Time… the time when it all turned inside out. It happened when we were both young, you and I. It happened when they discovered they could buy and sell the revolution back to us.

I hate to sound extreme, but Demographics became the Root of all Political Evil.

You see, Barack, there are people who will push-poll, and beta-test the masses.  People who will feed you lines that please the most people.  People who ask things like “What sounds more like some one you could support: ‘A strong American Defense’ or ‘Cut and Run’ ” ?

Then they will feed you, having framed it, to speak to the ends of the Public Sway they have created.

I hope you will be strong enough to resist.

In those older days, Leaders spoke not easy platitudes but hard truths.  They changed the Public Sway, not catered to it.  They would stand boldly, and tell People, “The way things are is wrong, and here is why…” Then they would quote the brightest and the best of their generation to support their claims.  They were not “Deciders” but rather reasoned men who surrounded themselves with true Experts in the Fields.

Real Leaders changed their minds as well. As more information became available to them, they actually adapted. JFK himself, one to which you have the burden of comparison to live with, changed his views with Bobby’s influence, and as he learned in Office.

Thats what real leaders do.  Grow.

Yes, you can.

Please, for the Love of your Country do not submit  your will, your ideas, your honest to God Truths to the demographics of a Nation who knows only what we have been told.  For in truth, we have been told far too little these past decades.

We need someone to trust us enough to tell us these truths.  We need you to trust us.

Inform yourself.  Don’t bring party cronies to your inner circle unless you truly believe they are the best in their fields. Seek out the best.

Then Listen.

Then stand strong, tell us what you have learned and we will in fact follow. Lead us.

We are pretty bright, when given a chance.

Transformational Leadership is just a word without something to back it up, my friend. A Leader doesn’t follow his people into popularity, a Leader gives them the information to form reasoned opinions and allows them to also change their minds.

See, if MLK had polled about his message, he would never have gotten out of the gate. His spin doctors would have said “That message will never go over in America.”

Sorry to use that much weathered analogy, and much sorrier still you will be held to all these Great Men’s standards.

But like I said, you have a RARE opportunity, Barack.

Use it well.

I pray you use it well.

Your Friend,

Diane

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