On Civility

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For one thing I hate the term civility because it does not mean what you think it means.  I prefer the term “Courage”.

But before we talk about that we’re going to take a side excursion into the realm of Community Moderation.

Community Moderation

Community Moderation (as understood by kossacks) is a system of participatory democracy where elite members of the community decide what content is unsuitable for display to the general public and non-elite.

What do I mean by elite and non-elite?  Frankly it is much easier to give Community Moderation responsibilities to everyone or no one at all (just one button to push).  You can grant Trusted User status (and that’s what the software calls it) by Time (and it’s currently set at 45 days) or by measuring community approval.

You measure community approval by selecting a total average rating for a certain number of comments.

An average rating is just that, the average of two or more ratings on a given comment.  Comments without an average rating (those with 1 or no ratings) don’t count.  This is the same average rating that is used to determine if a comment is ‘Hidden’ or not.

The total average rating is the total of all the average ratings.

When I arrived those controls were set for 10 comments with a total average rating of 30.  In other words you had to make 10 comments and if 9 of them had an average rating of 3 and one had an average rating of 4, you’re in.

Ridiculously easy and easy to maintain.  Practically everybody except the rankest n00b and the most despised of users is a Trusted User.

Some time before launch budhy asked me to look at it.  I did the math and set it to the same proportions (you have to have a 3 overall average) but extended the number of comments because I wanted to encourage commenting.

You see the thing about Community Moderation, why it’s really important, is that the desire to attain and keep elite status encourages certain types of behaviors.

One of them is that it motivates and empowers people, making them stakeholders in the success of the blog.

Another one of these is indeed civility, courtesy, politeness, call it what you will.  The Community of Trusted users has a great deal of control over it’s own membership because they are more or less the arbitrators of who has sufficient “popularity” to be a member.

In the system of Moderation proposed for DocuDharma Regular Users also have a say because of the Wrong! (1) rating which, while it wouldn’t hide your comment, does pull down your average for keeping TU.

As always though it takes many, many 1s and 0s to overcome a modest sprinkling of 4s.  The threshold at dK must be incredibly high because I’ve seen the part where MSOC loses TU in 6 comments.

And maybe the controls are different, these are the controls we have.  You can’t use time AND the community approval measure at the same time for instance.

So why are we using time now?

Shortly after launch we discovered that we couldn’t find the button that lets Trusted Users view hidden comments.  This means a ‘Hide Team’ of one single Trusted User and a Regular User (*cough*, *cough*- sockpuppet) can hide any Unrecommended comment with no appeal, even from Admins (if there is a button to change ratings I haven’t found it yet).

There is no uprating unjust ‘Hides’ by anyone at all, unless you encounter them while reading a diary.

Further investigation, including contacting several other boards using this software including pff and MLW showed that NO board using this software had this feature which was deemed essential.  A request has been made to pacified and he promises to get on it real soon now.  Until then it was our decision (and by our I mean basically budhy, OTB, Turkana and I) that we would wait for the upgrade before fully implementing Community Moderation.  I changed to time based eligibility and set a period I thought would be sufficient.

I had also thought it would have eliminated TU for everyone who wasn’t an Admin, a Contributing Editor, or a Guest Blogger, and in many cases it had that effect, but evidently not all.  I’m going to try and find a non destructive way to change it so that nothing much gets hidden and only Admins, CEs, and GBs can do it.  Anything else would be kind of unfair.

But not to worry.  As mentioned above, the Wrong! rating will still blacken and tarnish someone’s reputation quite effectively, making it that much more difficult for them to achieve Trusted Usership.

The Ridiculousness and Danger of Troll Ratings

And that’s it-

You can blacken and tarnish their reputation, making it that much more difficult for them to achieve Trusted Usership.

You can hide things.

There is no autoban here.  Your case will be individually reviewed by budhy who has the final say.  I’ve no doubt he will accept input from his advisors but he’s the man.  I’ve argued for penalties short of banning and I think there’s some consensus on that, but we’ll see when the time arises.

Other than that, there is nothing much anyone on this board can do to you at all.  Other than say harsh words.

Courage

Sticks and Stones make break my Bones, But Whips and Chains excite me!

If words can hurt you, perhaps you need another hobby.  My mom crochets.

This is what I said to Armando last night about civility

If what you meant Armando, was that nobody can have the expectation that they won’t get their feelings hurt, and that there is no whining and complaining about hurt feelings I agree.

In the strongest terms.

If you’re not tough enough to withstand my saying your ideas are stupid acompanied by a Wrong! or a Hide without complaining about it OR worrying that it’s somehow going to negatively affect your “popularity” you are showing the same kind of craven cowardice we decry in our elected Representatives.

Think about it.

YOU ARE NOT YOUR FUCKING HANDLE!  YOU ARE NOT YOUR FUCKING UID!  WHY DO YOU GIVE A RAT’S ASS WHAT I THINK!  IF I HURT YOUR FEELINGS GET OVER IT!

Maybe you’ll agree with me next time.

But don’t expect anyone to act toward you in any particular way, because they don’t have to.  It’s up to you to control how you act.

You should be a courageous blogger.

Think about what we most decry in Washington, it’s the establishment’s inability to withstand the baseless bloviating and canards of the Right Wing Noise Machine.

You’re tougher than that, aren’t you?

Now I’m all for hiding hate speech and fighting words but stupid ain’t one of them and Wrong! indicates- “Your comment makes me question your motives and/or intelligence.”

It’s ok to call someone Wrong!.  It’s ok to be called Wrong!.  Doesn’t hurt a bit, see?

A Ridiculous Example

budhy explicitly allows 9-11 Conspiracy Theories.  Perhaps you wish to post an Essay.  I think MIHOP is ridiculous and LIHOP proven- “Bin Ladin Determined to Attack in U.S.”

From the community you can expect ridicule and derision at best (yes, I wrote that).  Wrong!s and Hides– piles of them.

Suck it up you Whiny Ass Titty Baby.  You’ll never get TU but you’ll never be banned.  budhy explicitly allows CT.

The community will think you’re kooky because you’re a kook.  Get over it.

You can’t be afraid of words.

“Your ideas are stupid and you’re a poopy head.”

Really? How so?

“You smell like farts. Hahhahahahahhahhahah!”

Pfui.  I’m done with you.

And stay done.

The whole concept of this site is for you not to be afraid to say what you think, but you can’t go around afraid that someone will disagree with you.  And that’s what it is.

If you have the courage of your convictions engage.  If you’re not impressed don’t, you control your own actions and reactions.

What ever you do don’t whine and complain about how mean and unfair it is when somebody says Wrong! “Your comment makes me question your motives and/or intelligence.”, either with words or with ratings.

I didn’t sign on to be a hall monitor in a kindergarden.

civility? i’ll give you civility

yikes… this is like deju vu all over again… where am I? at dKos????

see what you’ve stirred up Armando? … factions… now we have factions!!! now we have to worry about defining civility::: what if we get rules about what coloring inside the lines mean??? huh??? what then armando… sure you get your over 300 comments… but what do we get???

take the jump::: if you want that is….

this place is full of essays on poetry, music, a parable drawn from whitewater rafting…

we have pony parties, for god’s sake

how much more civil do we need it to be??? what kind of rules do we need to write that aren’t covered by pony party and be excellent to each other???

i know, the boss has one more essay in store for us. and i’ve already told him::: he gets pie from me.

now… let’s get back to the sublime and lovely chaos of this place. Leave the damned rules at the door. we have ponies here… and pie.

and Robyn has the best line of the day… shrugging at all this silliness:

If my eyes had rolled any more than they did last night, i’d not be able to find them this morning…

ps. feel free to pile on the pie for this essay cause i just had to … had to add my 2cents… bwahahahahahahaha (even though, i’m told, the maniacal laugh is sooooooo last season)

On civility

I can’t post in Armando’s diary, for some reason.  It keeps rejecting my comments.  Since I am the one who wrote the comment that led to his diary, I figure I might as well say something.

Armando misread my comment. He also ventured that I would find his diary uncivil.  I did not.  He did none of the things I regard as uncivil.  He argued with me.  That’s fine.  I will argue back.  I *like* argument.  I like *civil* argument.

Armando has lumped me with others who use the ‘uncivil’ argument.  I don’t know which others, and I don’t really care.  I am not them.

Armando says that people only use the ‘uncivil’ argument with people whom they disagree with.  I do not do this.  I have, several times, used this argument with people whom I agree with, saying, in almost these words: “I agree with you, but why use such language?”  I have seen others do this, as well, over at big Orange.

So, Armando’s fulminating diary in essence proves my point: He is arguing with someone else, not with me. 

As for me, if the site wants to tolerate what *I* regard as uncivil posts, that’s fine.  I’ll leave.  But I haven’t seen such posts yet.

Bud and turk wrong; armando right

Bud and turk, you are not listening to Armando and are giving responses that are not relevant to the issue Armando raises, which is a valid issue.

I can not speak for Armando, but this is my take of this thread in my unawake state.

There are several ways that an unwritten “rule” becomes a “law.”

One method is intentional and is similar to how statutes are enacted by congress (or unilaterally by Bush). Someone drafts a policy that becomes a rule either by the unilateral decision of the community leader or group consensus. It is usually transparent. Bud and turk are focused on this type of rule, Armando is not.

A second method is more stealth and is similar to natural law or common law. Someone says yada, as in this comment, which is a definitive statement of what is and is not civil and therefore constitutes a “rule” whether the leaders or community call it that or not. The community approves, in this case by a good chunk here reccing the comment. Then, at some point in future, one of the members of the group who approved the comment applies the civility rules to a comment or diary, maybe not expressly, it could be implicitly. You now have precedent in the facts of this rule being applied to the comment or diary, whether it is called a civility rule or not. In the future, this precedent can be cited by others, again and again, and eventually the rule is recognized as a rule.

Turk and bud, when you tell Armando that this will not happen, what you don’t see is that it has already started. The stealth manner of adopting rules has already started when the declarative statement was posted and then approved by a good chunk of community. So, Armando is saying, wake up because down the road you may find that a rule you did not intend to “enact” has already taken hold at this site.

btw, if this posts as an essay, i will be surprised because i tried to post as a comment in armando’s thread, but it was rejected several times. hmmm…

Pony Party: Sunday music retrospective

Spanky and Our Gang


Sunday Morning

On Sundays I shall inflict my musical taste upon you as much as possible.  Almost everyone liked the Mamas and Papas.  How could you not?  But some of us preferred Spanky MacFarlane and Our Gang.


Lazy Days


I’d Like to Get to Know You


Sundays Will Never Be the Same

Please do not recommend a Pony Party when you see one.  There will be another along in a few hours.

–Teh Management

The Morning News

The Morning News is an Open Thread

From Google News U. S.

1 Episcopal Church Faces Deadline on Gay Issues
By NEELA BANERJEE, The New York Times
Published: September 16, 2007

Ever since the Episcopal Church consecrated an openly gay man as bishop of New Hampshire four years ago, forecasts of a rupture over homosexuality within the church or with the rest of the global Anglican Communion accompanied each big church meeting, only to fade.

But as the bishops of the Episcopal Church approach their semiannual meeting this week in New Orleans, the predictions are being taken very seriously.

At the top of the agenda for the Sept. 20-25 gathering will be a directive issued by the leaders of the Anglican Communion to stop consecrating openly gay and lesbian bishops and to ban blessings of same-sex unions or risk a diminished status in the communion, the world’s third-largest Christian denomination.

2 Dozens Arrested in Antiwar Protest Near Capitol
By DAVID JOHNSTON, The New York Times
Published: September 16, 2007

WASHINGTON. Sept. 15 – A rally on Saturday to protest the war in Iraq, which began with a peaceful march of several thousand people to the Capitol, ended with dozens of arrests in a raucous demonstration that evoked the angry spirit of the Vietnam era protests of more than three decades ago.

The police, including some officers dressed in riot gear, tried to halt demonstrators as they sought to climb over a low wall near the Capitol after a march that had begun near the White House in a festive atmosphere.

The protest grew tense as the chanting, placard-carrying demonstrators gathered near the Capitol for a planned “die-in.” Officers struggled to keep demonstrators from breaking through their ranks and began arresting those who tried.

3 Online Fervor Over the Iraq War Hits the Streets With a Big Thud
By Marc Fisher, The Washington Post
Sunday, September 16, 2007; Page C01

I hope you enjoy today’s biased coverage of this weekend’s Iraq war demonstrations.

(“Come quick, Martha — the media’s finally owning up to their bias!”)

Anti- or pro-war, journalist, blogger or reader, we can probably agree that news coverage of events such as yesterday’s rallies along the Mall routinely reveals a strong media bias toward covering crowds of people doing stuff outdoors, especially on a day featuring crisp air and brilliant sunshine.

This article is not as bad as the headline makes it sound.

From Google News World

4 Required Reading in Moscow: Tea Leaves
By CLIFFORD J. LEVY, The New York Time
Published: September 16, 2007

MOSCOW- KREMLINOLOGY during the cold war sometimes seemed to have as much rigor as astrology, offering up prophesies about an opaque nation by surveying all manner of ungainly texts, dubious statistics, retouched photos and back-room whisperings. Perhaps it was folly to predict the new Soviet leadership or policies based upon which apparatchiks clustered around Brezhnev on the parade stand in Red Square, but what else was there?

You can detect a similar desperation in Moscow these days in the attempts to divine what President Vladimir V. Putin has in store for his nation in the six months before the next presidential election. While Russia in the Putin era is a far more open society than the Soviet state, the inner workings of the Kremlin are as confounding as ever. Still, the art of Kremlinology has changed, in ways subtle and not.

Witness the events that buffeted the Russian government last week, and the theories and questions and rumors that sprouted in response.

5 Iraqi Cleric’s Forces Say They Will Quit Shiite Bloc
By ALISSA J. RUBIN, The New York Times
Published: September 16, 2007

BAGHDAD, Sept. 15 – In a sign of frustration with the government, the movement of the anti-American cleric Moktada al-Sadr announced Saturday night that it would withdraw from the largest political bloc in Parliament, a coalition of Shiite parties.

The Sadrists provided Nuri Kamal al-Maliki with the support he needed last year to become prime minister, but the political landscape has since shifted. As a result, while the fracturing of the coalition adds to the uncertainty that is crippling Iraq’s political process, it is not clear how damaged Mr. Maliki will be if the Sadrists follow through with their plans to withdraw.

Mr. Sadr’s lawmakers have complained repeatedly about being marginalized within the Shiite bloc, the United Iraqi Alliance.

6 EU scorns British foot and mouth errors
Richard Woods and Brendan Montague, The Sunday Times via Times Online
September 16, 2007

HILARY BENN, the environment secretary, is facing fresh embarrassment after a senior European Union official said that biosecurity at the government site blamed for the foot and mouth outbreak was a “parody”.

The European commission is to send officials to investigate the causes of the resurgence of the disease, which the National Farmers’ Union estimates is costing farmers £10m a day.

Alf-Eckbert Füssel, of the animal health unit at the European commission, said: “Last time it was clear it was an isolated incident, but this is different. Now we have to be afraid about further spread.”

7 Was Israeli raid a dry run for attack on Iran?
Peter Beaumont, The Observer via Guardian Unlimited
Sunday September 16, 2007

Mystery surrounds last week’s air foray into Syrian territory. The Observer’s Foreign Affairs Editor attempts to unravel the truth behind Operation Orchard and allegations of nuclear subterfuge

The head of Israel’s airforce, Major-General Eliezer Shkedi, was visiting a base in the coastal city of Herziliya last week. For the 50-year-old general, also the head of Israel’s Iran Command, which would fight a war with Tehran if ordered, it was a morale-boosting affair, a meet-and-greet with pilots and navigators who had flown during last summer’s month-long war against Lebanon. The journalists who had turned out in large numbers were there for another reason: to question Shkedi about a mysterious air raid that happened this month, codenamed ‘Orchard’, carried out deep in Syrian territory by his pilots.

Shkedi ignored all questions. It set a pattern for the days to follow as he and Israel’s politicians and officials maintained a steely silence, even when the questions came from the visiting French Foreign Minister, Bernard Kouchner. Those journalists who thought of reporting the story were discouraged by the threat of Israel’s military censor.

But the rumours were in circulation, not just in Israel but in Washington and elsewhere. In the days that followed, the sketchy details of the raid were accompanied by contradictory claims even as US and British officials admitted knowledge of the raid. The New York Times described the target of the raid as a nuclear site being run in collaboration with North Korean technicians. Others reported that the jets had hit either a Hizbollah convoy, a missile facility or a terrorist camp.

8 Chechen Former Official Is Held in Reporter’s Death
By C. J. CHIVERS, The New York Times
Published: September 16, 2007

MOSCOW, Sept. 15 – Russian investigators arrested a former Chechen official on Thursday and accused him of organizing the contract killing of Anna Politkovskaya, the independent journalist and high-profile Kremlin critic, a Russian newspaper and Ms. Politkovskaya’s former editor said Saturday.

The suspected official, Shamil D. Burayev, was detained in Moscow. Mr. Burayev was once the leader of Achkhoi-Martan, one of the administrative districts in Chechnya, but was dismissed from the post several years ago.

He also ran unsuccessfully for the Chechen presidency in 2003. The Komsomolskaya Pravda newspaper, which reported his arrest, said that he had been accused under Russian law of organizing a murder, and suggested that he had ordered Ms. Politkovskaya’s killing.

9 Belgium divided as Flanders pushes for a messy divorce
Alex Duval Smith in Rhode Saint Genese, Flanders, The Observer via Guardian Unlimited
Sunday September 16, 2007

The mayor is a little uncomfortable. ‘Could we go somewhere more private to talk?’ begs Myriam Delacroix-Rolin. ‘This cafe is Flemish-owned. These days things have become so sensitive. I should not be heard speaking French in there.’

On Tuesday, Belgium marks its first 100 days without a government. There is every reason to believe that the Belgians, and the rest of us, will have to get used to it. The questions now are how will the divorce of Flanders and Wallonia be consummated, and what will become of Brussels, home to the EU and Nato? More worryingly, the demise of Belgium – a sticking plaster over the faultline between Europe’s Protestant north and Catholic south – could make Europe a more dangerous place.

‘Flanders has systematically organised its independence over 35 years,’ said Delacroix-Rolin, a French-speaker fighting to save her village of Rhode Saint Genese, nine miles south of Brussels, from becoming Flemish. ‘If they succeed here, they will move on to Brussels. We’re like the moat around the castle.’

From Yahoo News THE TOP STORY

10 More than 190 arrested at D.C. protest
By MATTHEW BARAKAT, Associated Press Writer
12 minutes ago

WASHINGTON – Several thousand anti-war demonstrators marched through downtown Washington on Saturday, clashing with police at the foot of the Capitol steps where more than 190 protesters were arrested.

The group marched from the White House to the Capitol to demand an end to the Iraq war. Their numbers stretched for blocks along Pennsylvania Avenue, and they held banners and signs and chanted, “What do we want? Troops out. When do we want it? Now.”

Many were arrested without a struggle after they jumped over the waist-high barrier. But some grew angry as police with shields and riot gear attempted to push them back. At least two people were showered with chemical spray. Protesters responded by throwing signs and chanting: “Shame on you.”

The number of arrests by Capitol Police on Saturday was much higher than previous anti-war rallies in Washington this year. Five people were arrested at a protest outside the Pentagon in March when they walked onto a bridge that had been closed off to accommodate the demonstration, then refused to leave. And at a rally in January, about 50 demonstrators blocked a street near the Capitol, but they were dispersed without arrests.

Organizers estimated that nearly 100,000 people attended the rally and march. That number could not be confirmed; police did not give their own estimate. A permit for the march obtained in advance by the ANSWER Coalition had projected 10,000.

Sorry, couldn’t resist this one since it’s very different from the other stories and what I’ve been hearing on Faux, which is the rally was poorly attended.  100,000 is not shabby.

From Yahoo News Top Stories

11 Conservatives eye possible AG nominee
By DEB RIECHMANN, Associated Press Writer
42 minutes ago

WASHINGTON – Conservatives on Saturday lined up for and against potential attorney general nominee Michael Mukasey, the man they believe has ascended to the top of President Bush’s list of replacements for Alberto Gonzales.

Earlier in the week, Democrats in the Senate threatened to block confirmation of another prospect – Theodore Olson, a longtime GOP ally and former solicitor general who represented Bush before the Supreme Court in the contested 2000 presidential election.

The behind-the-scenes battle over who will succeed Gonzales heated up over the weekend as the president, who was at Camp David, moved closer to announcing his choice.

12 Bush warns against hasty Iraq withdrawal
by Carlos Hamann, AFP
1 hour, 17 minutes ago

WASHINGTON (AFP) – US President George W. Bush cautioned Saturday that a hasty withdrawal from Iraq would damage US national security, as Senate Democrats reportedly reached a deal that would force soldiers to spend more time at home.

“If we were to be driven out of Iraq, extremists of all strains would be emboldened,” said Bush in his weekly radio address. “Al-Qaeda could find new recruits and new sanctuaries,” he added, naming the extremist network that he blames, along with Iran, for fueling violence in Iraq.

The figure could decrease faster if Senate Democrats have their way: a proposal by Democratic Senator Jim Webb of Virginia — a Vietnam war veteran — is under discussion that would require US troops to spend as much time at home as on their most recent tours overseas before being re-deployed.

Gates called the proposal “well-intentioned,” but said it might require extending tours of units already in Iraq, and calling up additional National Guard and Reserve troops.

13 Swiss rightwingers shake up politics amid ‘Fascism’ claims
by Aude Marcovitch, AFP
1 hour, 13 minutes ago

GENEVA (AFP) – Switzerland’s main right-wing party is shaking up the country’s traditionally placid electoral scene with a febrile campaign denouncing alleged conspiracies, while some opponents have branded its tactics Fascist.

The Swiss People’s Party (SVP), dominated by its charismatic strongman and current Justice Minister Christoph Blocher, is riding high in the opinion polls ahead of the October 21 parliamentary elections.

Analysts fear however its provocative tactics threaten the consensus-based governing formula that has been the bedrock of Swiss stability for decades.

14 Greece heads to the polls under pall of fire tragedy
AFP
1 hour, 41 minutes ago

ATHENS (AFP) – Nearly ten million Greeks were to vote Sunday for a new government in general elections held in the aftermath of a national fire tragedy which cast a pall on the entire campaign.

After one of the briefest electoral races in decades, pollsters expected a neck-and-neck run between the ruling conservative New Democracy party and the opposition Pasok socialists.

For although the ND party led by Prime Minister Costas Karamanlis carried a slim lead into Sunday’s decider, an unusually high number of undecided voters and general alienation over the fires that killed over 60 people makes this election impossible to call.

From Yahoo News Most Popular, Most Recommended

15 Inside the New Delhi beggars’ jail
By SAM DOLNICK, Associated Press Writer
Sat Sep 15, 8:29 PM ET

NEW DELHI – Inside a tiny courtroom buzzing with flies, a police officer stands before a judge and carefully unfolds a white handkerchief. The damning evidence inside: 13 coins worth about 30 cents.

He says he found them in the pockets of Shanni Ram Ganga, a hunched man standing next to him facing a sentence of one to three years. Ganga’s alleged crime: begging.

Beggars crowd every sidewalk in India, yet panhandling is illegal, so a separate judicial system exists just for those accused of pleading for coins in public. More than 1,400 people are serving sentences in beggars’ homes – rundown facilities often little better than prisons, critics say – and that number is expected to rise as the government “cleans up” the Indian capital to host the Commonwealth Games, a major sports competition, in 2010.

16 Panic grips Northern Rock savers for second straight day
by Ben Perry, AFP
Sat Sep 15, 1:50 PM ET

LONDON (AFP) – Hundreds of worried customers of Northern Rock queued for a second day Saturday to withdraw savings, ignoring assurances that the lender will not go bust due to the global credit squeeze.

Long queues formed outside branches throughout Britain as people began queuing as early as 6:00 am.

Extra staff were drafted in and opening hours were extended at a number of sites to deal with the many disgruntled customers.

From Yahoo News World

17 Sadr’s movement pulls out of Iraq alliance
By Dominic Evans and Waleed Ibrahim, Reuters
Sat Sep 15, 3:23 PM ET

BAGHDAD (Reuters) – The political movement loyal to anti-American cleric Moqtada al-Sadr quit Iraq’s ruling Shi’ite Alliance on Saturday, leaving Prime Minister Nuri al-Maliki’s coalition in a precarious position in parliament.

The move further weakens the ruling coalition, which even before the defection had failed to push through laws aimed at reconciling Iraq’s warring majority Shi’ite and minority Sunni Arabs.

Maliki’s government now enjoys the support of only about half of Iraq’s 275 lawmakers, although it could survive with the support of a handful of independent lawmakers.

Yeah I know, but the stories are different and the first one was The New York Times’ take.

18 U.S. expands Anbar model to Iraq Shiites
By KIM GAMEL, Associated Press Writer
1 hour, 21 minutes ago

KUT, Iraq – American commanders in southern Iraq say Shiite sheiks are showing interest in joining forces with the U.S. military against extremists, in much the same way that Sunni clansmen in the western part of the country have worked with American forces against al-Qaida.

Sheik Majid Tahir al-Magsousi, the leader of the Migasees tribe here in Wasit province, acknowledged tribal leaders have discussed creating a brigade of young men trained by the Americans to bolster local security as well as help patrol the border with Iran.

He also said last week’s assassination of Abdul-Sattar Abu Risha, who spearheaded the Sunni uprising against al-Qaida in Anbar province, only made the Shiite tribal leaders more resolute.

19 Aso admits defeat likely in Japan race
By HIROKO TABUCHI, Associated Press Writer
59 minutes ago

TOKYO – Japan’s former foreign minister acknowledged Sunday he faced probable defeat in the race to replace ailing Prime Minister Shinzo Abe, but said he would stay in the running for the sake of staging an open election.

Taro Aso, a high-profile member of the Abe government, initially emerged as the front-runner in the Sept. 23 ruling party election to replace the prime minister, who abruptly resigned this past week. But support for Aso’s sole opponent, Abe critic Yasuo Fukuda, has jumped since several party heavyweights said they would back him.

Fukuda is considered more dovish than Aso, but both candidates pledged Saturday to extend Japan’s support for U.S.-led operations in Afghanistan. The new leader of the Liberal Democratic Party is ensured election as prime minister because of the party’s majority in parliament’s lower house.

From Yahoo News U.S. News

20 GM, UAW make progress; hurdles remain
By DEE-ANN DURBIN, AP Auto Writer
1 hour, 31 minutes ago

DETROIT – General Motors Corp. and the United Auto Workers made progress at the bargaining table Saturday but still faced significant hurdles and ended negotiations for the day without reaching an agreement.

Negotiations ended around 9 p.m. EDT, GM spokeswoman Katie McBride said. They are scheduled to resume midmorning Sunday.

Some union subcommittees – which handle issues such as pensions, benefits and job security – have wrapped up talks, but an agreement wasn’t expected Saturday because negotiators were still dealing with some key issues, according to a person who was briefed on the negotiations.

21 Hungry bears plague US west after record drought
by Judith Crosson, AFP
Sat Sep 15, 11:03 AM ET

DENVER, United States (AFP) – They hosed the black bear with water, threw things at it and yelled, but the stubborn animal refused to move from its perch in a tree above a quiet neighborhood in Boulder, Colorado.

Pushed from their homelands by a drought and pulled by the scent of human food, black bears across western US states are breaking into homes and tearing up garbage cans in a desperate search for nourishment ahead of hibernation.

Fires across the west also destroyed bear habitat, and the animals face the continuing peril of losing their living space to urban development.

From Yahoo News Politics

22 GOP hopeful Thompson back in hometown
By ERIK SCHELZIG, Associated Press Writer
1 hour, 21 minutes ago

LAWRENCEBURG, Tenn. – Fred Thompson returned to his hometown Saturday for his first Tennessee event since officially announcing his presidential candidacy earlier this month.

Thompson reminisced about growing up “in a little town, where I knew if I got in trouble, they’d know about it at home before I ever got home.”

Thompson greeted friends and family – including his former in-laws from the marriage to his high school sweetheart that ended in 1985. He remarked that he had “cousins everywhere” among the crowd of several thousand that packed into the town square to hear his 25-minute speech.

From Yahoo News Business

23 Bank of England under fire despite saving Northern Rock
by Roland Jackson, AFP
1 hour, 44 minutes ago

LONDON (AFP) – The Bank of England may have bailed out the crisis-hit bank Northern Rock but it still faces criticism over its largely muted response to the global credit squeeze.

Shares in British bank Northern Rock plunged by almost a third on Friday as clients rushed to withdraw their savings after the home loan provider admitted severe difficulties in raising cash on money markets.

While the BoE has aided Britain’s fifth-biggest home loan provider, it has decided against pumping billions of dollars of emergency funds into the overall banking sector to enable banks to continue normal lending practices.

24 Microsoft faces crucial EU judgement in cliffhanger court case
by Leigh Thomas, AFP
1 hour, 23 minutes ago

BRUSSELS (AFP) – Microsoft faces on Monday a decisive chapter in its epic battles with antitrust regulators when Europe’s second-highest court rules whether the software giant is guilty of abusing its crushing market share.

In a bid to close the book on its struggles with competition authorities, Microsoft has asked the European Court of First Instance to annul a 2004 antitrust decision by the European Commission.

After a five-year probe, the top European competition regulator hit Microsoft at the time with a record fine of nearly half a billion euros and ordered the company to make crucial concessions to rivals.

From Yahoo News Science

25 Ancient records help test climate change
By BRADLEY S. KLAPPER, Associated Press Writer
Sat Sep 15, 10:50 AM ET

EINSIEDELN, Switzerland – A librarian at this 10th century monastery leads a visitor beneath the vaulted ceilings of the archive past the skulls of two former abbots. He pushes aside medieval ledgers of indulgences and absolutions, pulls out one of 13 bound diaries inscribed from 1671 to 1704 and starts to read about the weather.

“Jan. 11 was so frightfully cold that all of the communion wine froze,” says an entry from 1684 by Brother Josef Dietrich, governor and “weatherman” of the once-powerful Einsiedeln Monastery. “Since I’ve been an ordained priest, the sacrament has never frozen in the chalice.”

“But on Jan. 13 it got even worse and one could say it has never been so cold in human memory,” he adds.

26 Yale to return Machu Picchu artifacts
Associated Press
2 hours, 14 minutes ago

LIMA, Peru – Yale University has agreed to return thousands of Inca artifacts taken from Peru’s famed Machu Picchu citadel almost a century ago, the government said Saturday.

“Finally it has been established that Peru is the owner of each one of the pieces,” Housing Minister Hernan Garrido Lecca, who led negotiations with Yale, told Lima’s Radioprogramas radio.

The New Haven, Connecticut-based university said in a statement on its Web site that some of the pieces will remain there temporarily for research, but did not specify how many.

Fields, Motels, and Gideon’s Bibles

Join me again tonight for the second part of a little series I’m developing. I’ll attempt to start each one with a little intro, a little refresher of the previous tale, and at the same time, develop this in such a way that each step stands on its own. Tonight’s entry is a revisit and modest revision of this previous posting…Fields, Motels, Gideon’s Bible, Marines.

There once was a girl who grew up in a really small town, really far away from much of anything. As you might assume, that girl was me. I started this little humble series with the intent to see what would happen when I walked back down the streets of my childhood – would I see how things had changed or, in reflection, how much my own perception has changed; have I taken note of what has been lost to progress and the decay of youth; who were the people and places I’ve left behind and if I remember them, does the telling shed light on who I am today. Consider, if you will, that this is an evening constitutional in the cool night air that circulates in the back of my mind.

When I was a child, I owned a field. It was a vacant lot, actually. Covered in wild golden dry grass and pocketed with blackberry vines, this field of mine was no more than 100 feet by 100 feet. But it was a vast and uncharted place to a child of five or six or eleven, and so I took it over.

I spent the years between the ages of two and eleven living in a motel.  We had a small two bedroom, one bathroom house attached to the south of the “L” shaped motel. The motel was, and still is, right in the center of uptown Bandon, Oregon – the LaKris Motel, now La Kris Inn, fronting the four lane highway that is Highway 101 on the Southwestern coast of Oregon.

My field was next door, just to the south of our motel, and I spent my summers and after-school hours there, on my belly crawling like a boot-camp recruit, worming and tunneling pathways through the grass. I created tiny directional signs that I posted at the intersection of each matted grass trail. I had the time when I was a kid to lie out in my field and gaze at the clouds on a mostly sunny, always windy Oregon coast day, sheltered from the near-constant wind by the tall grass of the field. Nearing nightfall in the summer evenings, I’d lie out and look at the stars and imagine that I could re-arrange them into brand new constellations, and that I alone would name each one and no one else would learn the names. The stars would them be mine.

I had my field, and my paths, and my brambly den that I had burrowed into the blackberry bushes clustered near our property line. I dug a pit and stored all sorts of treasures in a wooden box in that burrow.  Bottle caps with guaranteed prizes etched inside, multicolored Necco candy rolls partially eaten, spicy cube-shaped cinnamon flavored suckers wrapped in wax paper (there were no plastic sandwich bags yet that I can recall), pads of paper from the motel stationery and pens with the words “LaKris Motel, Bandon-by-the-Sea” etched on the side – these were lifted from my mother’s motel inventory.

Sometimes I’d make quick friends with kids from the families who stayed in our motel. I would welcome them onto my field – I called it the “jungle”, and we’d play combat soldier creeping between clumps of grass in the field and attacking from stations behind the blackberry bushes, or we would be hoboes with sticks that had handkerchief sacks attached. The sacks would usually contain little packaged soaps from the motel, maybe a Gideon’s bible filched from their room, or animal cookie boxes if we were really lucky and were allowed to run across Highway 101 to the McKay’s grocery store for treats. My fast and transient tourist friends taught me that it’s possible to design big adventures with folks you might know for only a moment and then never meet again.

When the grass got too high towards mid-September, and after school had started, my father would go over and mow it down for the winter. I never minded, as long as I was able to retrieve my treasures. The grass would grow again next spring.

Hours could pass, days could pass, and for a few years I think I never got any older. I remember wanting to grow older, as I lay on my back to watch the clouds. I thought getting older meant that one would gain respect from others. I felt like I was never being listened to. That happens when you are the child of older parents and you spend your time around only adults. You develop speech patterns and vocabulary unsuited for use around peers of your own age. I did, and I know other kids thought I was a bit off because of it. I always seemed to say the right thing to adults (though I believed the words I spoke weren’t actually listened to, just “heard”) but I was overly polite, and that is suspect behavior to another, less polite, more normal child.

I wore polyester clothes made by my mother in the sixties, when other kids were wearing cotton jeans and shirts. Polyester was the miracle fabric to my mother – and it was, in the 1960’s to a parent whose first children were born during the Depression. But to the kids of my generation, alternative and rebellious ways of dressing – wearing natural clothes, eating vegetarian, not wearing a bra, even wearing pants, or …gasp! 501 blue jeans to school as a girl – were the marks displayed by those just slightly too young to be hippies in the 1960’s and early, early 1970’s, but old enough to know that dressing rebellious and casual was starting to become chic. I was jealous. I was a child of establishment parents. I wanted to be older. I wanted blue jeans.

I wore glasses, too, four-eyes – the hated harlequin type – now so much in fashion. It was a big step up to my second pair of glasses, which I secretly plotted for and acquired by losing my original ugly ones. These new ones were so much more in vogue because they were hexagonal in shape, though in reality, little different from the cat’s-eyes tortoise shell frames I despised.

I was an outcast, in a homely way.

I had a few fine friends then. It wasn’t easy for a kid who lived in what was a commercial district in the middle of a small town, when everyone else lived more or less in a neighborhood or on a farm in the country.  There was Linda or “Winnie” as I called her though I don’t remember why I had a different name for her than everyone else did. She was the first friend I had sleepovers with and we played Monopoly with her younger sisters and ate potato chips until we got sick.

There was Billy, a younger man (he was 7 when I was 8) and he was the son of the principal of the elementary school. We rode bikes with banana seats and high bars all afternoon long for many days one summer.  We used to pretend there was lava flowing all over the playground and we would try to jump from swing set to merry-go-round to slide without falling in the lava. I look back now, so many years, and realize how very little it took to make me think I was scared or frightened and how exciting that fear could be.  Billy taught me that friends can cause you pain; about a month before he was to move away from town with his father, who had taken another job at another school far away, he got angry with me over some made-up reason and stopped talking with me. At eight, I learned that sometimes people consciously create a divide with the people they will miss too much when they’re gone. It’s a lesson I’m still learning at 49.

There was Doris, my friend from fifth grade through about seventh grade, whose dad was a school bus driver and a dairy farmer. As a bus driver, he was hated by all the kids. As a dairy farmer and just when he was Doris’ father only, he was a nice man. Doris introduced me to Jethro Tull, boys, makeup, and sleazy books. We were friends until the year I lost my dad when he drowned in the course of his job, and Doris lost her brother a few months later when he drowned in Woahink Lake in the Suislaw National Forest. I think the double agonies we should have shared, pushed us farther apart.

Somehow you’d think a common experience would have bound us together, but for reasons I’m not certain of, we let the friendship fizzle. The fabric of their family life changed – more in an atmospheric way, and I think, we were both profoundly affected by unacknowledged grief.  My personal family dynamic shifted as well. I was in a single parent family now and this fact made others my age uncomfortable in a small town where most kids lived with both parents, dysfunctional though some or most of these families may have been.

I have children well beyond the age I was when I first owned my field. My field is now a parking lot for a bakery and some kind of novelty store. They put up a parking lot. My field wasn’t paradise, but it is still my field.

For the first essay in my series, see The neverending story: there once was a girl. Thank you for your indulgence.

Iran, Armageddon, and Impeachment

Booman has written an excellent diary wrapping up the coverage on the administration’s plans for Iran.  He concludes with something I couldn’t agree with more:  the

Impeach or It’s Armageddon

Sorry for such a short diary, but it’s 3 am and time for me to crash.

The Problem With Civility

The problem with civility is not the civility, it is the whining about civility.

This type of comment galls me no end:

Civility, to me, does *not* mean being ‘nice-nice’.  No.  If you see me posting something you disagree with, well… go for it!  Tell me you disagree, tell me why, and I will try to justify my position.
Civility, rather, means treating one another with respect.  Civility means knowing that, as LBJ said “When two people agree on everything, one of them is doing all the thinking”

Civility means being polite; it does not mean being silent.

Civility means assuming that other people are of good will, even if they disagree with you.

Civility means being willing to entertain the idea that you are wrong.  (well, except me, of course.  I’m never wrong).

“How could you think that you ignorant baboon!” is not civil.

“F*ck you” is not civil.

“Only a Republican could think that” is, given the nature of this site, not civil.

“I disagree, because I think XXXXX” is civil.

Civility does not shut down debate, it opens it up. It allows people to venture unpopular positions, knowing that they will not be shot down.  It allows people to disagree without risking friendship.  It encourages those who are usually quiet to speak up. 

Let’s disagree.  But let’s not be disagreeable.

The problem with this is that the folks who write this type of comment will wield “civility” like a club in an attempt to stifle debate. I know it. I lived it. I came here because I felt confident we would not buy into this faux bullshit. Based on the reaction to the comment, I think I may very likely be wrong. More

I responded to this comment as follows:

When can assumptions be rejected? (0.00 / 0) [delete comment]
IP Address: 68.30.160.142

“Civility does not shut down debate, it opens it up.”
Demands for civility to avoid substance do shuit down sicussion,. I have found in my expereince that the demands for civility are almost always more stifling than than the incivility itself.

Your write:

“It allows people to venture unpopular positions, knowing that they will not be shot down.”

Um, why should anyone fear being shot down? And if they do, maybe they wouldbe better of not venturing unpopular opinions.

“It allows people to disagree without risking friendship.”

What kind of friendship do you really have if disagreement puts it at risk?

“It encourages those who are usually quiet to speak up.”

This is a valid point. But I do not believe the tradeoff of the lectures on civility and the stifling that does is a worthy tradeoff. 

“Let’s disagree.  But let’s not be disagreeable.”

This is an empty platitude. I’ll watch to see when people insist on “civility.” In my experience, it is always to peiople who disagree with you and NEVER to those who agree with you.

You being everyone here.

In short I strongly disagree with your comment because the words you write NEVER match the actual demands for civility.

I can say without hesitation that I suffer more personal attacks than most, USUALLY from people decrying my incivility.

Hell, I get attacked at sites I have not frequented in months if not years, if not ever.

NEver have I seen anyone complain about the inciivlity aimed at me EVER.

I do not care for your comment.

I guarantee you many, and I venture to say the person I responded to will find my response uncivil and a problem.

And if that view becomes a prevailing one then this site will not be what I expected and I will not be here much at all.

I think this is just the kind of bullshit “concern” we do not need. If we are going to be concerned about this, then include me out. I want no part of it.

Turning of the Seasons-Autumn

I love this time of year, all the summer visitors have gone home, the kids are in school, the days are getting shorter and our congress-critters are back in action.  Next week we will embark on Autumn, the days will get cooler, leaves will change color and critters of all shapes and sizes will be gathering tidbits to save for winter.  The Autumn goddess, Fortuna, carries a cornucopia full of the seasons’ harvests……Ah, yes the “harvest!”
Far and wide, my favorite time of year.
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My daughter loves to build fairy houses for the fairies to stay warm during winter, it gives us a reason to be outside in the cool, fresh air.

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At the autumnal equinox (Sept. 23, 2007, 5:51 A.M. EDT), the sun appears to cross the celestial equator, from north to south; this marks the beginning of autumn in the Northern Hemisphere.
The harvest moon will arrive on October 26 this year, a great time for full moon parties and drums!
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It’s Saturday night, the kids are asleep, let’s have a virtual party!!
Pass the beer, wine, pipe, bong, hookah, what have you…and tell me your stories of Autumns of past.  It’s a beautiful night out, the rain this morning cleaned the air and left the most magnificent aroma of wet grass, pines and oaks…..

Short not cat pictures!

I can feel myself being manipulated all over again.

Country Doctoring: How Everyone Got Access to Medical Care in My Community

(Read this! – promoted by Nightprowlkitty)

“We’ve got a house call.”

That’s what my Dad would say…usually late at night, sometimes even waking me up. He was a country doctor, among other things. Let me tell you some stories from my childhood about making housecalls with my Dad, who treated everyone the same, and paid a price for it in the Jim Crow South of the 1950’s and 60’s.

He was dead set against “socialized medicine” but he was so close to it I guess he didn’t see that what he was doing was socialized medicine at its purest, primitive form. Everybody got basic to intermediate medical treatment, whatever race, creed, color, income level, or social status.

Please enjoy!

After the wars, my dad left the service and started private practice down in the Deep South before I was born…in a poor sharecropper type area, near a mill town, but not close enough. Evidently times were tight, and getting paid for treating farmer’s injuries and sick kids was often a matter of getting some eggs, a bushel of peaches, or some folk art. What riled people up down there in part was the idea that the whites and the “coloreds” would find themselves sitting in the same waiting room in his 1950’s clinic. After the mailbox got shot up with a dead chicken, a move farther North was in order. But not too far…suffice to say, in our new town he lost his hopsital privileges because he insisted on delivering the babies of the black women in the operating room, the same one where white women delivered. You see, the black women were considered lucky to be able to come in and squat on the gravel and dirt floor of the morgue room to have their babies, and a “colored” nurse would attend. Possibly a white doctor would go in if there were complications. So, my Dad started his own small clinic, and lo and behold, it was swamped with a diverse set of patients. This was not without political ramifications, and there were more than a few torchlight rallies in the woods where he would speak to a thousand black and mixed-race families, standing against Jim Crow…but that gets into his politics, and this is about his medicine.

I guess it helped out his cause with the local white establishment that he was considered a good general practitioner, known for amazing diagnostic ability. This was in the era before the hundreds of possible blood tests, MRIs, CAT scans, and the rest…he had his own little X-ray machine, a little lab in the kitchen area of the clinic house, with a microscope and some simple urinalysis equipment. What set him apart even more was his willingness to work impossible hours, and make housecalls, literally anywhere, in any weather, at any time. Holidays, dead of night, dead of winter, he always went out. I think a big part of it was that he like to drive. His one extravagance was probably having a nice car: a big old Buick, a Mustang, a Caddy. But those cars had some serious miles on them, and more often than not doubled as ambulances to take patients to hospitals. In the old days, doctors usually had a silver cadeuceus on the back of the trunk, so if a policeman pulled up behind a speeding sedan, they might check to see if an escort was needed before pulling them over for a ticket…which I recall happening more than once!

So, the housecalls. The first thing, he would wear a suit and tie, always, Then, there was The Medical Bag. It was alligator, big, heavy, and full of stuff. I bet he could remove an appendix with what was in there. After I would tote it to the car, I would ask him where we were going…and the magical trip would start. Places I didn’t know were there, and never found again, that aren’t on any map. And the calls almost always took us to the homes of the aged, the poor, the very sick, the blacks excluded from white society by Jim Crow. I learned so much on those calls, nothing about medicine, since I was not allowed to go into the patient room, being 8 or 9 or 10 or so, or to know what was wrong with them.) As I got older, I would help out with difficult suturing or holding a light instruments if there was a procedure.) That was how medical privacy was handled in those days. You just weren’t told. Sometimes, the patient would ask to meet me and I would go in and visit. It was very exciting for a young boy, going to people’s houses, and learning about how everyone lived. Mostly I remember how glad everyone was that the doctor had come, and did I want a Coke or something to eat. From the poorest most broken down shack in the woods to the neatest Baptist cottage, people were the same, and that is my deepest lesson. People are almost all the same. Suffering, loving, struggling, kind, intelligent, witty, helpful, hospitable, and whether they were rich or poor or Christian or Hindu or black or white or Philipino or homeless…it did not make a bit of difference. I never saw my father treat anyone differently than with true respect and kindness, but firmness if their circumstance dictated. I didn’t realize at the time that we were probably the only “white” family around where black and mixed and Indian children came over to play. If travelers were passing through town and got sick, they invariably were sent to our door. There were even what my mother called “Gypsies” back then, today called the Roma, would would stop in once a year in large caravans. I guess they trusted my Dad for medical care..even the real old-time hobos would stop by the house for a shower and wound care and shots once a year.

One of the best house calls I remember, we went to see a very ill, very old black man on a Sunday afternoon. He lived in a shack that was very broken down. It was so bad, I had to wait in the car, which rarely happened. There was an old car upon blocks, and underneath it, a viciously growling dog with a very thick chain around his neck. This dog sounded like it wanted to break off that chain, break into the car, and rip me apart. My Dad came out onto the porch with the old man, and I got out to get his bag. The dog went berzerk. At this, my Dad said “How much for that fine fine hound dog there?” I was mortified! My father reached into his suit coat pocket and pulled out a large wad of $20s…like taking out a wad of $100s today…and the nice old man said “Oh he’s not for sale, not for sale…he’s special, he’s a blue tick, finest huntin’ dog there it, no suh he is not for sale.” And my Dad keeps peeling off $20s…at least $400, or more. Finally the price was right, and I was told to get in the front of the car. The dog was unchained, and was howling and snapping viciously as my father moved him into the car. This dog was savage, and he was going into the car! I was scared to death….then, suddenly the dog went quiet, layed down and wagged his tail and laid his ears down, and didn’t move…amazing!

We took that dog home, and he was my dog for many years after, and he was the finest hunting dog there ever was. Faster than a greyhound, smart, loyal…but he would never come in the house, ever. My dad said he had been cowed; I realized many years later that my dad rescued that animal from an abusive situation, and gave that poor old sick man some money for food and rent. That was how it was.

I’m sure my father’s practice was not unusual at that time. How did this kind of medical practice sustain itself? I think it went something like this. For medicines, the doctor would get free samples from the pharmaceutical salesman, while looking at a medical office space for rent. That is how the house calls always ended with my dad handing out the free packages of antibiotics and “heart pills”. Then, my dad had plenty of patients (40-50 per day in his clinic) who were able to pay the whole bill, or some of it. The prices were set high enough so that the net revenue covered everyone who couldn’t pay, and kept our family fed and clothed, and my Dad in a new suit and a fast car…like I said, his one extravagance. Even so, long after he passed away too young, I found box after box of unpaid bills…literally hundreds of thousands of dollars. This kind of localized medical resource allocation and economics even applied to simple operations like tonsillectomies, appendectomies, and broken legs and arms. Pay what you can, bill the insurance if there is any, and the system held together. In those days, malpractice insurance was not such a huge expense, and malpractice suits were much fewer and farther between. Back then, people gave doctor’s a great deal of respect for their service, and medicine was more of a mystery to people. And people gave consideration to the doctors who were there in the middle of the night, at the scene of a higway accident. Even to this day, 40 years later, when I travel through that region, more often than not someone will read my credit card at a store and say “Are you related to Dr. So and So? My granddaddy used to talk about him.”

You might be thinking, “So did you become a doctor?” Well, you have to know that being a doctor is a very difficult and painful thing. I realized that I would not make a good doctor, because I could not emotionally detach from the patient, and did not have the personality to withstand the trauma of seeing suffering and death and tragedy day after day after day. It is hard to explain…I feel like I might go into a second career of medicine, and maybe that might happen, I just don’t know.

I hope you enjoyed this essay, I just sat down and wrote it straight through, and apologies for its lack of polish, and if my using some of the old-time vocabulary like “colored” for racial classification is disconcerting. One other thing that is very important to note: I never, not once, ever…ever, heard the N-word in my family. It was considered the most base and offensive word. Today, I see a Human Race, and that is really about it.

Maybe the next time you see your health care professional, remember how hard it is for them, and how important they are to our communities.

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