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Nelson Mandela; Great Beings; The Rights of Woman

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Jim Drougas and I exchanged chat messages tonight. He said that “The Onion” had said that never in the history of the world had mourning for a politician affected so many people in so many parts of the world (If I understood him correctly). I said that I thought that John F. Kennedy’s mourning, 50 years ago, had been pretty substantial. I hope that Jim understood that I didn’t mean that I thought that JFK and Mandela were exactly the same sort of person, only that Kennedy was mourned and missed and sorrowed for in a way that spread over the world and affected everyone then living. It was a great shock to all to have an American  president assassinated.

I think JFK would have been a very interesting president, and probably a great one, had he been fortunate enough to live as long as Mr. Mandela. But I was not saying that the 2 men had achieved the same thing or that they were equal in their ability to understand the human condition or to affect those around them.

Nelson Mandela’s was the more remarkable achievement, in that after going into a terrible, hardworking, Alcatatraz-like jail for 27 years, he emerged in a beautiful dignity, and clothed in the wish for nonviolence and a wish for peace and reconciliation for S. Africa. Who has done anything like him in terms of saying “Throw your knives and guns into the ocean”  when he saw that young Blacks were rising up in fury and violence that he himself would perhaps have espoused if he had been the man he was when going into prison so many years before? I heard one person on National Pub. Radio saying that Mandela had made a sensible and thoughtful decision, on coming out of jail, to embrace nonviolence, in a world that had changed immensely since he had gone in. I think that he himself had also seen enough suffering, enough pain and enough death and had come to decide that, as in Southern North America in the Civil Rights years, nonviolence was the only way to finally end the struggle, win over the minority of whites who still held so much power. But then, when he had won, when he was in place, when he became President of S. Africa, he very sanely and sensibly gave all the South Africans, Black and White, a way out. He asked them to confess and to forgive one another. When in the history of the world has this been done before? No one has done it. If MLK (Dr.King) had lived, if it had been possible in those racist days here in the US, for him to become President (he could not have), possibly he would have thought of such an act– a further development of Gandhi’s Satyagraha. But it was for Mandela and his government to create a way to make peace in their nation. It is difficult to imagine America being able to do such a thing– to confess crimes in exchange for being forgiven. Here, no doubt, someone would blow the head off of anyone who confessed to having raped a daughter, killed a father, tortured a brother.

But in any case, it worked in South Africa. It is not perfect there and they still have many problems, I am sure — but who doesn’t?
I will very profoundly miss the greatness of having a Bodhisattva like Mandela in the world. We have been lucky in my (The Baby Boomer) generation. We have had many wonderful scientific advances and we have lived among true Buddhas, many of whom, as my father, Irving, used to say, did not even realize they were Buddhas.

Nelson Mandela, Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr., and his many helpers; Rosa Parks, Robert Kennedy (if he had lived, I hope he would have kept his promise to get out of Vietnam); John Kennedy if he had lived and developed to be all he could be; Gandhi died only a few years before I was born; The Dalai Lama… and many women who are just now beginning to be known in their own struggle for women’s rights and safety all over the world; their work for women and girls to be able to go to school, and their right to dress as they wish, drive a car,and NOT have their genitals ripped out without anesthesia (or at all). I am against all circumcision unless an adult chooses it for themselves, but “female circumcision” as practiced in many Muslim societies, even here and in CAnada, is one of the most horrific and brutal tortures ever invented. And the only crime those who receive this terrible punishment have committed is to be born female, and to have sexual desire…

I have defended (on Twitter, notably) Muslims and their right to live peaceably without being harassed for what extremists in their society have done. Female genital mutilation has nothing to do with Muslim belief or with the teachings of the Koran, I understand. And so it is not that I am changing my mind about the right of those who believe in Allah to live as they believe, but all people, women, have the right to live with their bodies whole and unharmed and their psyches unravaged by having their own mothers, aunts or grandmothers arrange to have them cut in horrific ways meant to make them “pure.” I beg women in these societies to use their influence, if any, with the men who command the situation to forego having their daughters mutilated, and please, send them to school (if they wish to go), so they can become a part of the world on their own terms one day.

This has nothing to do with poetry and fiction, and other kinds of artistic expression, but perhaps one may consider it a kind of essay. Here it is at QH’s “arts” page, anyway.

Thanks for reading.

Ladybelle Fiske

 

Boston…

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I am sorry about the bombings in Boston. We have tried to help with a little money (we can’t afford much). I will give blood soon. Hope others will too.

I was so relieved to hear that Joya and Brem are all right. Yet, others aren’t, and I am really sad for the families of those killed and for those injured.

I am — as a pacifist and a Quaker– also sorry for innocents (esp. children) killed in drone strikes and all acts of war.

— Ladybelle

Aside

Yes, we’re no longer just a litzine, though literary work and photos are welcome here. No one seemed to have anything they wished to contribute, but if anyone does in future, I’d be so glad to use your work here.

Quarry Hill is a 67 year old retreat for artists, writers, and unusual and unconventional people in the Green Mountains of central Vermont.  Actually, it has proved to be indefinable. I think that the years ahead will bring about great changes, as it will be a choice between this and the gradual fading of our vibrant society. Fewer young people (our kids)  live here now but at the moment, we have a whole community full of new folks with kids who seem to  enjoy it here.

Send us questions and comments. I’d love to publish music and photos, too… we hope your themes will have something to do with the greatness of the individual creative spirit, the pure fun and joy and lack of fear in children, the necessity to be kind to animals, or some other topic we like. But send anything. We’re not big on ugliness, darkness, or vampires.

The only question I was ever asked at the other (Blogger) site was: Do you all still sleep together?  I found this a most entertaining query, as it assumed that we ever did. We did live a non-monogamous life in the days of yore (the 60s-70s) but we seem to have settled down into monogamy in old age.  No one is against multiplicity, we’re just attached to our longtime Primary or Secondary partners now.

Ask me about it. I will reply.  Am writing  a memoir about my life here at QH and elsewhere.

L.

We are here! We are here! We are here!

Born in ’69 by Lyra Fiske

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Born in ‘69
A foot stepped in moon dust
And breaths were held
As all stood on the edge of something great
Half a million gathered in a meadow
And breaths were held
As hope took the stage

A new dawn perhaps
Or more doom ahead
We swung toward brotherly love
Then back again

Inheriting troubles as Ozzy said
The worst generation emerged
With an X on our foreheads
Branded like Manson

Our parents began the decline, it was said
And we followed

Our hopes were silly
Our shattered dreams weren’t real
We rose like a phoenix from the ashes
Only to fall again

But we were neither the beginning
Nor the end

And the pendulum swings
Back and forth
As we all hold our breath
— Lyra Fiske