Speech Therapy
Sometimes it seems as though every female psychologist speaks just like this first woman does: with careful, breathy enunciation. It’s like they were trained in school: “Try not to make too much noise, but speak so that you could be understood even if you were in a silent movie.”
liz | 1:41 PM | Uncategorized
Voice of Sanity and Wisdom: Arthur Waskow
Not long ago I wrote about the Jewish vote in the Philadelphia area, and I spoke with Rabbi Arthur Waskow who runs the Shalom Center. His insistent message of peace and reconciliation over many years has been transformational for many on the Jewish left, and I have to say that if I had to hand over leadership of Israel (or Palestine) to anyone, it would be to him. Every so often I get sermons sent via email, and I’m always powerfully moved, despite my agnosticism/atheism. (My father gets upset when I say I’m agnostic. He’s a hardcore atheist. Sorry, Dad!)
Until the madness in Gaza comes to an end (madness that, in my opinion, the Israelis are currently culpable for), I’ll be running the emails from Rabbi Waskow here at The Trouble With Spikol. Waskow isn’t afraid to take sides, but this particular email goes beyond that. Normally, I’d create a jump, but I don’t know how to do that with this software. So it’s really, really long.
Wednesday afternoon I got a phone call: Would I come to Washington on Thursday to stand outside the Israeli Embassy to mourn the dead of Israel and Gaza, and call for a ceasefire?
Groooan. Yes.
So that’s where I was yesterday, along with about 50 other people of many different religious and cultural communities – ranging in age from 22 to 84, all dressed in black –
all mourning the dead both in Gaza and in Israel,
all calling for a ceasefire and an end of the Israeli embargo/blockade of Gaza.
The vigil was called by Code Pink, a women’s antiwar group founded to oppose the Iraq War. They often use whimsy and humor to oppose war; on this occasion, they were solemn, in mourning, some of them in tears.
Before the vigil actually formed, there was an odd and almost funny encounter. Almost.
About 80 college-student tourists were standing in line at the Embassy door, waiting for a tour and talk with the Ambassador. Most of the vigilers had not yet arrived; so I walked up to the students and just started talking. I explained who we were, what we were doing – Some of them asked questions. One teacher-age man came out of the group to argue with me.
And then — Out from the Embassy came a security officer. He walked up to me and said, “This sidewalk is part of the Embassy, part of Israeli territory. Move.”
I said, “The American police say we are fine here on this sidewalk.”
“It is Israeli territory. Move, or I will arrest you.”
I laughed: “Do you really want the Embassy of Israel to arrest an American rabbi on an American sidewalk?”
“I will arrest you.”
This time I just looked at him. I shrugged. I stayed put where I was. He walked over to the police officer nearby, spoke with him a minute — turned and walked back into the Embassy.
Funny – almost. I thought: ” Because you have annexed large parts of the West Bank, you think you can annex a strip of American sidewalk?”
Hours later I learned that one of our vigilers had walked into the Embassy with the students, waited toll the Ambassador was speaking, and interrupted to give him a white rose of peace and urge him to support a ceasefire.
When the vigil itself began, I spoke; so did a former US colonel and foreign service officer who quit over the Iraq war; an aid worker who had spent years on the West Bank; and a Catholic nun in her 8os who was aboard one of the “ship-in” boats to Gaza that brought medicine and baby food past the blockade before the Israeli attack on Gaza began.
Since the attack, let me note, two more of the ship-in boats were forced to turn back. One was rammed by an Israeli Navy vessel and limped back to Cyprus. The other, just yesterday, certified as weapons-free by Cyprus officials, carrying desperately needed medicines for Gaza hospitals, was surrounded by Israeli Navy ships and threatened with being fired on. It too finally sailed back to Cyprus.
I began with the blessing over learning Torah, added one for “livakesh u’lirdof hashalom: to seek peace and pursue it.” Then I mentioned the passage in Joshua where – after crossing the Jordan into Canaan, believing he is on a Divine mission to make Canaan the Land of Israel – he is confronted by a mysterious messenger from God – an angel.
Joshua demands, :Are you for us or for our enemies?” The angel answers: “No.”
No.
God’s vision of reality was deeper, higher. And we were vigiling not on behalf of the Palestinian government or the Israeli government, not supporting either one’s use of military force. We were here out of grief and compassion for the dead and the traumatized of both peoples. Thirteen dead Israelis, and tens of thousands traumatized, forced to leave their homes by the rockets. And more than a thousand Palestinians dead, thousands wounded with no hospitals able to heal them, tens of thousands with no home to flee from or return to – homes blown up.
There had been alternatives, I said. Hamas could have responded to the blockade by asking for hundreds of small boats to break it nonviolently , creating an impossible political problem for the Israeli government. They could have asked Palestinians in Israel and East Jerusalem to create a general strike, a sit-down in Israeli roads, on behalf of ending the embargo.
And Israel, which certainly is obligated to protect its citizens from rocket attacks, could have done so in other ways. Most simply, it could have ended the blockade, as Hamas was demanding. It could have begun negotiating with Hamas, the de facto government of Gaza.
So we had come like God’s messenger’s “No!” — to demand an immediate ceasefire, an end to firing rockets from Gaza into Israel, an end to the Israeli invasion and attacks on Gaza, an end to the violence of the Israeli blockade and embargo. If there had been a Hamas office in Washington, we would be there too.
And then I recalled the passage in last week’s Torah portion where Jacob blesses his two grandsons Manasseh and Ephraim. In every other brother-struggle story in the Book of Genesis, it takes decades for estranged and hostile brothers to be reconciled. Here it happens instantly that any conflict between the younger and older is dissolved at once — because there is a third party with greater power and great moral authority.
The Israeli and Palestinian peoples are now so devoured by fear and rage that only a third party can bring both power and moral authority to bear to make a decent peace. That only power is the new Obama administration. It must insist on a regional international emergency peace conference out of which there must come a peace treaty between Israel, a new Palestinian state with its own choice of government, all the Arab states, and Iran.
Why, you might ask, did I draw on Torah, rather than just using secular language to the same end? Because I am trying to heal Torah from the poisonous hate-filled interpretations of it that right-wing Jews and Christians have thrust upon it. Jews chant about the Torah that “all her paths are peace.” It is time to make that so.
And because I look toward a grand alliance of American Jews, Muslims, and Christians to get the new American government to take this stand. Otherwise it will not; it will fall into the old habits. Together, the peace-seeking majority of each of our communities can call forth the deeper wisdom of its own tradition and the deep anguish each feels for the death and destruction among our kinfolk in the region of Abraham, Hagar, and Sarah.
In every corner of America, we need new “Tents of Abraham, Hagar, and Sarah,” ready to share deeply with each other and then to act together for peace. Already in many communities groups like the one that created the Abrahamic Call for Peace that came from Boston just a few days ago are springing up. And three years ago, I worked with a Benedictine nun and a Sufi Muslim scholar to create a study guide and handbook for such a Grand Religious Alliance, The Tent of Abraham. In it there is also an essay by Rabbi Phyllis Berman on how to “pitch this Tent.” The book is available at a discount with free delivery by going to www.beacon.org/tentofabraham (When the website asks for a discount code, type in the word “tent” 9with no quote marks).
With blessings of shalom, salaam, peace -
Arthur
liz | 11:33 AM | politics
Cute Fix: For Those With Superior Cute Powers
Yes, folks, that’s rights: This is nine-plus minutes of cute. Can you take it? My eyes and ears were bleeding at the end. (Ears bleeding due to the music, which is truly terrible.)
liz | 3:42 PM | cute fix
Match.com Haunts My Dreams
It’s a long story, but some time ago I joined Match.com to see if there were any ladies in the world who might want to date me. This was quite a while ago yet I’m still getting “winks” and matches and I have no idea how to stop the madness.
For instance, “Namaste06901″ from Connecticut just winked at me. I can tell you right now, from her user name, that we have nothing in common; I only use the word “namaste” when I have a particularly violent sneezing attack. She’s very pretty, but talks in her profile about global warming. Now that’s hot. Heh.
Sometimes I get winks from men, which is sort of counterintuitive. But I know what they’re thinking. They’re thinking, If I can just get two of these women to hook up with me … Here’s one of those guys, describing himself:
Inexplicably complex with exceptional skills in lazerium light painting shows on my bedroom ceiling … a closet conductor of symphony orchestras … a lover of winding trails that open into magic landscapes or meandering thru art museums spying on vibrating planes of color.
How much do I want to smack him? I said “women,” not “schmucks.”
I do know people who have had great luck with Match.com and eHarmony. There are also services called Dating4Disabled and NoLongerLonely, which are for People Like Us. The latter caters specifically to people with mental illness. I think that’s such a great idea; imagine not having the painful first date where you feel you have to hide your true self or your past. Fantastic.
One time I went on a date with a girl, though, who told me, over pasta at Applebee’s (her choice) that she’d just gotten out of a psych hospital and still wasn’t sure she wasn’t having hallucinations. I’ll admit that was one time I did feel someone’s mental illness was a little alienating. What if she was only deluding herself about my attractiveness?
Musings. Fun.
liz | 1:56 PM | GLBT
Golden Gate Not So Great
The subject of suicide and the Golden Gate Bridge in San Francisco continues to frustrate mental health advocates. This year the number increased from 33 to 34. Though a “suicide net” was approved, “the net, which is expected to cost $40 million to $50 million, will not be built for years while environmental studies are done and funding is secured.” That’s according to the San Francisco Chronicle.
liz | 3:33 PM | Uncategorized
Remember Funny or Offensive?
One of the highlights for me was the book Bunny Suicides, which became the subject of First Amendment debate when a parent in Oregon sought to ban it from her son’s school library. From the Spectator blog at Seattle U.:
Complaints began when Taffey Anderson’s son brought home a book entitled The Book of Bunny Suicides by Andy Riley. In the book, bunnies are committing suicide in various ways and this concerned Anderson enough to complain to the school board. Since October, the school board has voted multiple times on whether the book should be banned from the high school library.
Today, the first amendment one a minor victory, as the members of the board voted to allow the book to remain in the library, unrestricted and available to students.
And thank God, ’cause this shit is funny:
liz | 1:10 PM | Funny or Offensive?, cute fix
The Trouble With Spikol: Print Edition (Sort Of)
Okay, it’s not a Spikol column, but I did write a cover story for this week’s PW and I suspect (fear?) that a lot of people will be angry with me because of it. It makes a case for not nailing Mayor Michael Nutter to the cross over the issue of the library closures. I won’t get into more detail, but I can defend myself if need be. (And need will be, I’m afraid.)
Check it out here, but also know that Becca wanted to call it “I Can’t Believe It’s Not Nutter,” which I think is completely hilarious.
liz | 11:19 AM | philadelphia, politics
What Else Don’t We Know?
For years I took Singulair for my asthma and it was a huge help. (You too, Joey, right?) Of course, it was more helpful to quit smokin
g cigarettes, but that’s another story.
At any rate, it seems Singulair has been under suspicion of causing suicidal ideation and impulses, but Merck’s top-selling drug has—at least in this regard—been given a clean bill of health. From Bloomberg.com:
Merck & Co.’s asthma medicine Singulair and related treatments weren’t associated with an increased risk of suicide or suicidal urges, U.S. regulators said after a review of clinical trials. …
Merck reported in 2007 that it has seen an unusual number of reports of suicidal behavior in Singulair users. Those cases weren’t enough to prove a definitive link and were based of voluntary reports from patients and doctors, Merck said. …
The FDA reviewed 41 Merck-funded studies involving 17,709 patients who received Singulair or a placebo. Of those patients, one person taking Singulair had a suicidal thought compared with none on placebo. No suicides were reported in either group.
Yet the FDA is still analyzing the drug for other side effects and says doctors need to monitor patients who are taking it. So did this drug have an impact on my psychological symptoms? I don’t know; I guess I’ll never know, in fact. But it would have been nice to understand at the time what the implications were for a person with psychiatric illness. Or hell, maybe I was misdiagnosed, and I really just have Singulairitis!
Merck’s Singulair Not Associated With Suicide Risk (Update2)
liz | 5:05 PM | BIG PHARMA, meds
Links, Please
This new site is hungry for links. What are some of your favorite sites about mental health? What are some of your favorite sites about health generally? Blogs? Cute animals? Please give me suggestions. I want to have a beautiful blogroll, and it’s a work in progress.
liz | 2:46 PM | Uncategorized
Phobia Phun
Last night was terrible. I had the migraine from hell, and the pain was excrutiating. It simply wouldn’t go away even when I took my medicine. So then I got nauseated and thought I was going to throw up, which in turn caused a panic attack because of my emetophobia. So my blood pressure dropped and I thought I was going to faint. So I took two Ativan and felt more nauseated, plus I hadn’t taken my other meds and was started to get withdrawal. I was in such pain and fear and panic — it was awful. Ultimately, I did throw up, and having done so, realized I lost all the psych meds I was supposed to have taken. Thus I had to take them again, feeling terrified that I’d get sick, and still in pain in my head …
What the fuck? Sorry to curse, but sometimes the situation merits it. I know generic pills are supposed to be exactly like the non-generic, but I don’t believe it. This generic Imitrex is simply not working for me. I need one of those injectables, STAT.
So sorry to be late to the party today, but I’m still barely awake.
