of murderers & misogynists
Scott Roeder, a "person of interest," in the murder of George Tiller, M.D. allegedly has a history of mental illness. Friends of his reported said he was a good ol' boy but was an anti-abortion fanatic.
Scott Roeder, a "person of interest," in the murder of George Tiller, M.D. allegedly has a history of mental illness. Friends of his reported said he was a good ol' boy but was an anti-abortion fanatic.
When my husband and I are both dead, I wonder what will become of our things? Our personal items like our clothes, our photographs, our scribbled notes, phone books. Our letters.
Dear Editor of TIME Magazine: I will never touch another copy of your
magazine. Richard Corliss' review of Observe and Report says
that a rape scene in the motion picture is funny. "The scene achieves
what few American movies even attempt: to pinpoint the grim compromise, the
desperation, that can attend the sex act. Don't call it love; don't call it
grand; but whatever it is, don't stop. That minute or so is the
finest thing in Observe and Report, and if it doesn't
strike you as funny-peculiar, you may as well stop reading now." Does the image of a woman being raped in
her own vomit turn you on? Can you actually see yourself laughing with
your daughter or your wife sitting in a theater watching a young woman being
raped? Do you not know that one in four women are raped in their
lifetimes? You are sitting in the dark laughing at a woman being raped when the
woman sitting in front of you might be a rape victim. Pass the popcorn. Corliss and his editor should be fired.
TIME/CNN magazine is a fascist, anti woman, pro date rape rag. People should
cancel their subscriptions. High school libraries should refuse to shelve the
magazine. TIME/CNN advertisers should be made aware of what they are buying.
The First Amendment does not protect the advocacy of violence. It is difficult to pick up a newspaper or
a magazine or even sit in a doctor's waiting room without being blindsided by
violence against women. The news has become porno-violence. Oprah started
this and Jerry Springer has caused our evening newscast to fill our homes with
porn we don't want or need. The judge porn courtroom shows, the Nancy
Graceless screaming for vengeance over dead wives and children is also porn.
The Sunday morning "gotcha" porn that used to be public affairs broadcasting
is now just so much shouting. Rush Limbaugh and Newt Gingrich are public
affairs programming? When did we concede that there could no longer be
quiet, thoughtful life? Date rape is comedy and we may very well allow college professors and
students to carry guns; our desire for porno-violence has entered the classroom
and must always be close so we can be excited by how near death might be. My
husband was sitting in a doctor's waiting room a few days ago with the
television blaring news of rape and kidnapping while children looked up at the
ever present television. How healthy is television in a medical setting?
Why not broadcast the ER every Friday night? No pesky storyline, just the
blood and gunshots and the car accidents. And the date rapes.
LA MARQUE — Authorities have dropped a disorderly conduct charge filed against a woman who was handcuffed while being cited for using the F-word [Fuck] in a casual conversation at a Wal-Mart, the La Marque interim city manager said today.
City prosecutor Jay Brown dropped the charge recently after finding that there was insufficient evidence to prosecute Kathryn Fridge, 29, of La Marque, City Manager Eric Gage said. [Please call Jay Brown and ask him why he was absent during Constitutional Law when they covered the First Amendment 409-935-7564].
“Of course, we would have hoped to prevail in the case, but not if there’s not significant evidence,” Gage said. [In other words, they couldn't seat a jury because everyone in the jury pool admitted in voir dire that they too had said "fuck" in a Wal-Mart but they could not spell it on the jury questionnaire.]
Fridge was not immediately available for comment. [But had she been, I am positive her comment would have been something like, "Fuck, yeah!"]
She was cited on Aug. 4 for using the F-word [Fuck] in a [private] conversation with her mother while shopping for batteries at the Wal-Mart at FM 1764 and Interstate 45 as a tropical storm menaced the Gulf Coast. La Marque is in Galveston County.
The shelf where she expected to find batteries was bare and Fridge expressed her frustration to her mother.
Her remarks were overheard by Capt. Alfred Decker, La Marque assistant fire marshal, who handcuffed her after she protested his decision to cite her for disorderly conduct.
Decker released her after issuing the citation.
If you want to congratulate Decker for keeping the peace in Wal-Mart during a hurricane he can be reached at1109 Bayou Rd # A La Marque, TX 77568 (409) 938-9260.
Houston police, not having anything really important to do and needing to look busy, busy, busy, busted a prostitution ring today. No release yet of the client list but their are rumors that doctors, lawyers, and athletes are on the list.
Local media, never one to miss a chance to snicker, kick people when they are down, and generally not question authority, covered it like it was at least as important as a Supreme Court ruling.
Israel is the only country I can think of that is expected to take shelling with a smile and not return fire with equal or superior force.
After three weeks of leave, I could seriously use three more weeks of leave. How about three more years of leave. I go back to work next week and I am not ready. Today it took me four hours on the computer to futz around with things that should not have taken more than mere minutes. Am I too old for this?
I seriously put some thought into an intercom system for the front porch and side gate. We have been building our own gates since Hurricane Ike took our fences and the new gates have no handles. They are smooth and modern and I don't want to put big honking handles on the gates. The electric company has to get in the backyard to read the meter, but I often notice him or her in the neighborhood before he or she gets to the side yard. Our doorbell has always been difficult to hear from the back of the house so an intercom at the front door and the side gate would be really better. But I had second thoughts as I read my email friend's column at Slackjaw. We have never been formally introduced. I haven't taken the man's hand in friendship, but he is a terrific writer with an admirable sense of humor. He was writing about apartment buzzers in his latest column and I hadn't checked it before I went on line to look for intercoms.
I too would rather be left alone. But packages come to our house almost daily. Books from Amazon or small out of print stores or another attempt at a handbag that works for me comes via UPS. Our meter must be read. We have a glass "screen" door which keeps the dogs from darting into the yard over the delivery person but an intercom that I could hear would keep me from actually answering the door when I am not really expecting someone. I don't like to wake from a nap and hear the gardener in the backyard. I would rather he announce himself and asked to be allowed into the backyard. In our part of town, kick in burglaries are getting more common although driveway robberies are more common still. We simply don't answer the door if we aren't expecting someone. If I don't know the person on the other side of the peep hole, I don't unlock the door.
Caller ID for the door.
Speaking of being old enough to be left alone: I have a friend or I should say had a friend. I can't say that we will be speaking again. I did the childish thing and hung up the phone before I could say something else insulting to her. This person is very well educated. A writer. But she insists on telling me about how "incompetent" her household help is. She hires women who are seriously mentally ill to work for her because "they need the money." Yet she criticizes them to the point that I want to cry listening to her tell me how terrible they are. She then says things about their ethnicity and "hard-headedness." Her doctors and lawyers must be of a particular ethnicity or religion. If someone has an Irish name, they are drunks. She actually gives a damn about someone's country of origin. I mean, after a generation or two, aren't we just Americans? She refuses to learn any language that might facilitate her demands or make errands easier. She was shocked when another writer friend of hers told her she was a bigot. I told her she was a bigot. She said she wasn't because she wished no ill toward these groups. I told her she should think of people as individuals not stereotypical groups. She complains about poor people in emergency rooms using "our" resources. That the "Mexicans" are "taking over". She cares deeply about where people are born, what color their skin is. I told her that there were simply three expressions of racial types--Caucasians, Africans, and Asian-Pacific people and she went ballistic. It is simply beyond her that Native American Indians can be Siberians.
Every time I talk to her she gets on this topic. How poor her housekeepers are, how minorities are running the world, and how things used to be so much better.
If you are one of the tens of tens that actually read this blog then you know that my work concerns government, politics, and media. I have been paid to do all three. My friend started our last conversation with her usual nonsense and then got on the media. She said media used to be better than today's television reporters and how journalism departments require students to take philosophy. I said, no they don't and the pressure on today's journalist to make a paper or a news broadcast profitable was just as intense when Edward R. Murrow was on the air. She was horrified when I insisted that Dan Rather was a good guy from East Texas and no intellectual or scholarly training, that Peter Jennings didn't graduate from high school and his tour of the Middle East and his father's connections at the BBC were more helpful to him than a graduate degree in journalism. Which really teaches where a comma is placed, not what to ponder when reporting a news story. She kept telling me I was wrong.
I am not wrong. I don't have to listen to a bigot tell me I am wrong. I hung up the phone. She called back. I didn't answer the call. I just can't. I can't go through it anymore. I wasn't right about anything when I lived with my father. I don't need this nonsense on my own telephone. She can't accept that things were not any better in her day than they are now. Politicians were not great men then, they were human beings. Reporters made mistakes, networks were idiots then, too. Romantic notions of the past are for fascists. The world is more complicated than it appears to be and dumbing it down to bite sized chunks of digestible falsehoods doesn't make it any better.
It isn't as if I hadn't told her that I don't want to be corrected in law, government, and media. I have a terrific set of degrees from fine schools. I read a lot now. I don't tell her where to put the comma in her poetry. I have asked her not to ask me about politics and history if she doesn't want to hear complicated stories. She wants to make school children salute the flag every morning, I don't see how the Republic is going to collapse if they don't. I don't believe in compulsory patriotism, she doesn't see the harm in it because that is what they did every morning in Missouri.
I am disappointed because "educated people" means that we have open minds, not a dependency on the past, especially when that past was about conformity, uniformity, comfortable bigotry, and mindlessness. I can feel sorry for her, but I suppose I am as guilty as she is for not calling her back. But can I compromise my values to tolerate hers?
Finally the media, the criminal justice system, and popular culture have acknowledged that children are not "making it up," when they tell an adult that another adult sexually assaulted them. People are paying attention. Although registering sex offenders usually focuses attention on a certain group of offenders and takes attention away from the more common offender. Children are assaulted by someone they know and sometimes some one in their family. It isn't the convicted felon down the street with the ugly yard, the drawn curtains, the huge sign in the yard.
1 out of every 6 American women have been the victims of an attempted or completed rape in their lifetime (14.8% completed rape; 2.8% attempted rape).
17.7 million American women have been victims of attempted or completed rape.
15% of sexual assault and rape victims are under age 12. 7% of girls in grades 5-8 and 12% of girls in grades 9-12 said they had been sexually abused. In 1995, local child protection service agencies identified 126,000 children who were victims of either substantiated or indicated sexual abuse. 93% of juvenile sexual assault victims know their attacker.
Those persons who are convicted of sexual assault in a court of law have to register with a sex offender data base. But what about those who don't get to court. What would happen if a woman was touched in that school hallway, dropped her books on the floor and screamed, "Don't touch me!" What if she slapped him? Would that be assault and battery? Perhaps but she acted in self-defense. What if women learned to use self defense and not live like victims?
Child molesters get the public loathing they deserve. But those who commit sexual assault who are classmates or peers are dismissed as "just being kids." Women who are victimized by sexual violence are dismissed as being hysterical, over-reactors, some how seeking sexual contact--a.k.a. "asking for it."
In comedy films, sexual assault is depicted as felonious frat boys being regular guys when in fact they are voyeurs and child molesters. Count the sexual assaults in Animal House. Looking in windows, at women under bleachers, sexual intercourse with a 13 year old. How is this entertainment?
In the workplace, when comments are made, women must have the courage to say, "that is verbal sexual assault," or "that is harassment," or "please, don't subject me to those comments." Write it down in front of the perp. Tell their supervisor. Go above them if they don't care. And warn other women who must deal with this dangerous person. Unfortunately the situation may be such that you must continue to work there, work around them, but you don't have to absorb the violence alone.
This year, we should say, enough. Sexual assault should get the public attention that child molestation has recently received.
Exhausting, ennui, angst, blowout, burnout, fatigue, call it whatever you will, I haven't been the same since the funeral of my dear friend. Another friend called a few nights ago to complain about her job search and I commented that our friends were dying and the new people in our world hardly knew the dead or cared. We can drop names with the best of them but our list of living friends who can help us get a job when we need one is shorter and not as well connected as it used to be.
Jim Mattox died last week in his sleep of a massive heart attack. He was 65 years old. We will join his wife, son and daughter, and sister and brother and literally hundreds of friends to bury him in the Texas State Cemetery tomorrow. My husband knew him for at least 30 years, I knew him for 20 years. He was my mentor, my boss, my friend. He was larger than life and yet he knew how difficult life is for many, many people.
He saved an innocent man from execution. Death row inmate Henry Lee Lucas was not guilty of capital murder and Mattox investigated the situation. His report on the Lucas matter was merciless. Mattox and investigators revealed that the so called serial killer did not kill the victim for which he was scheduled to die. He went to the Board of Pardons and Paroles and asked that Lucas' sentence be commuted to life. Governor George W. Bush took the Board's recommendation and did not execute Lucas.
Lucas died in his sleep in general population in Huntsville, Texas. He was 64. My husband and I attended his funeral there on the prison grounds.
Lucas came to our attention because my husband's employer, McLennan County District Attorney Vic Feazell, discovered that Lucas' confession spree was nothing more than a fraud. Mattox noted that the "Lucas Task Force" headed by the Texas Rangers had participated in a "hoax." Lucas could not have killed between 350 and 600 people without leaving any physical evidence. His confession in his death row case claimed that he raped and murdered the unknown woman and left her in a drainage ditch. The rape kit performed in her autopsy showed no signs of rape or sexual abuse.
When we told 60 Minutes the truth about the Lucas matter, Jim Mattox was on camera supporting us. When the FBI and the Texas Rangers wiretapped our phones, Jim Mattox called me and told me we were being "trapped and traced." He was almost gleeful that his phone number would be included.
Jim Mattox gave me my first job in state government. He gave me my first job on a statewide political campaign. He ate at my dining table in my home, played with our dog, regularly bought my lunch at a cafeteria in Austin and ate off my plate. He had me research speeches, rewrite speeches, and listen to him complain. We talked about politics, life, hard childhoods, law school, his beloved children and his wife.
He fought for Texas consumers, Texas children, and he worked tirelessly to make Texas better. He was never harder on anyone than he was on himself. His grasp of public policy and the political system was phenomenal. He didn't go a long to get a long and he wasn't interested in making friends but he was loved across the state of Texas by every person who was in need of Jim Mattox in their corner. I could count on him for anything. And I watched him give his everything to his employees, his constituents, his family, friends, and his state. My life is better for knowing him and your life is better because of his devotion to the underdog, the unloved. He comforted the afflicted and afflicted the comfortable. And even if it was a lost cause, he never backed away from a fight. He took on the fight sometimes simply because no one else would.
When the Texas Legislature gave his office the responsibility of pursuing child support collections, they did it with the hope that he would fail. His abrasive nature, his inability to court the Establishment, the fact that his home phone number was in the Austin phone book and he believed it was an honor to serve the people and not serve corporations made him a lone figure in the legislature. But he was not really alone.
Even some of the so called liberal journalist--the two or three in the entire state--did not like Mattox because he didn't drink with them, didn't have their birthright, didn't think he was entitled. He was no elitist. He had callouses on his hands and knew what it was to go without limousine liberals generosity. His charity did not come with tuxedos and taffeta. Poverty was not an abstract concept to him. It wasn't something to fight at charity balls.
He listened to people. He didn't listen to critics. He was nearly Rooseveltian in his philosophy about measuring himself by the enemies he made. He believed in a Great Society. Texas certainly did not. The Democratic Party changed. The conservative Democrats became conservative Republicans and the poor, the middle class found a meaner colder Texas. Jim Mattox's liberalism died with the death of the Texas Democratic Party after George W. Bush and Karl Rove reinvented Texas politics. But the people they used and abused were the same ones that conservative Democrats had used, too. Democrats couldn't compete with Republicans in the polarized "liberal" verses "conservative" depiction of Texas.
Most Democrats in Texas were conservative and didn't really care so much about the people Jim Mattox served. After all those people suffered under Democratic administrations for years and Jim Mattox suffered at the hands of a press that championed the Democratic Establishment. Hell, the press was the Democratic Establishment. The Houston Post was owned by Lt. Governor William Hobby. The Dallas Morning News was a reactionary paper that long endorsed Democratic candidates when their was no real Republican Party in Texas until the election of Republican Senator John Tower. For eight years in the mid 1980s every statewide official was a Democrat--but what kind of Democrat? None were liberal Democrats like Jim Mattox.
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