Thursday, January 26, 2006

100 Days

Katie's kindergarden had their 100 days of school party today.

She's growing up so fast. She has been reading One Fish, Two Fish, Red Fish, Blue Fish to the class this week. It is so long that they have had to interrupt it a couple of times.

She also reported to me it was her 100th day because she has had perfect attendance. It is only the 98th day for Felicia and Brandon and the 97th day for Danielle (if I remember them right, but I have no doubt Katie is right), but "we let them party with us, too."

And tomorrow, for the 101st day, they are watching, what else?, 101 Dalmations. But don't tell Katie - it is a surprise.

Tuesday, January 24, 2006

three years ago today

Life stopped on a dime.

Becky had cancer. The diagnosis came completely out of the blue. She had stopped by the doctor's office for her annual exam and to get referred to an allergist because she had a cough that lasted a long time.

Just a couple weeks before we had her 30th birthday party. Faculty members and their families came over for a barbecue, and we had a blast. It looked like life would be just like this for many years to come.

We had never before considered cancer; we had really never before considered death. Fortunately, we had been responsible, had good health and life insurance. I cannot imagine how much more difficult my life would be without the insurance money. But as a real possibility, these things had never occurred to us. Especially for Becky, who seemed to be in perfect health. When she was pregnant, she decided she needed to live healthier than she had been, so she gave up caffeine, which meant her weekly Dr. Pepper.

And then our lives were about nothing but cancer and then my life was about nothing but death and its aftermath.

The fifteen months she had cancer were certainly the most meaningful time we had together and included so many of the happiest moments of our lives.

Life changed forever on January 24, 2003.

Monday, January 23, 2006

more on the men's retreat

I heard back from a good friend whose opinion I value highly. These comments he had interspersed into what I had written in an MS Word document. I didn't want to copy and repost everything I had written, which is why this may seem choppy.

I will comment more later if I have time.

When one wants to study a particular characteristic in people, animals, rocks, minerals, or anything else for that matter; the goal is to keep all other variables constant. People, in general, are so complex that this is rarely possible. Additionally, since the retreat was likely the brain child of well intended Christian fellows – rather than statisticians – this was probably not considered. There was no ‘balanced’ discussion of race, but rather a multi-variant function of race, economic background, life experience, etc. However, one could observe that the high correlation that exists between low economic standing and minority race, makes the mix you described inevitable – perhaps not to the degree you experienced, but finding a group of minority men with life experience similar to yours is statistically improbable on its face.

These man may be your Christian brothers, but spiritual kinship can be very different from worldly kinship, and I think that is OK. I see nothing wrong with worshiping beside someone who you would never stand beside in any other context. As I see it, Jesus calls us to reach out not hang out. Relying on a common grace, does not require fraternity. That said, I think the important lesson is this...Recognizing that you have nothing in common with a man, or group of men, after openly communing with them is fine. It would have been a shame if you had come to that decision a priori.

I think the assumption is that we are so immersed with the majority lifestyle that there is no need to make a special occasion to discuss it. Why do we have no white history month? Why is it that universities sponsor clubs for just about every ethnicity you can imagine, but omit such clubs for white students? Maybe it seems unfair to the majority, but I don’t think fairness is the point. There are some things that are so much a part of our existence that we do need to make note of them, and there are some things that are more rare, and therefore need to be intentionally brought into the light. After all, I may leave myself a note to remember my yearly doctor’s appointment, but I don’t leave myself a note to brush my teeth each day. Fairness isn’t the issue. Now, if you had volunteered to speak about your experience, I imagine that the men there would have been open to giving you the floor. Oddly, however, your experience would have been as foreign to them as a drunken binge or felony bust is to you.

You cannot judge how minorities are treated solely from the perspective of how you treat minorities. Many of your (and my) students are children and grandchildren of men and women who were systematically treated poorly, overlooked, and downright abused. That this becomes a part of a community’s culture cannot be overlooked. My mind has changed a lot over the past years as I have worked with middle school, high school, and college minority students on a close level. Let me share some stories…

I worked with a rural high school that had a population that was about 85% minority. I worked with the best students in the school. They had 4.0 grade averages, and had always been successful academically. However, they had average SAT scores in the 700’s. Additionally, the first time they encountered academic difficulty was when they were introduced to white university instructors. From the outside, one can understand that the issue was sub-standard learning conditions. These students received A’s in high school calculus while studying little more than what I learned in 8th grade algebra, etc. But in their mind, they were academically talented. I find it interesting that you used the word ‘misperception’. I initially thought that the students with whom I worked were misperceiving their academic talent, until I went to their end-of-year awards night. Every adult, parent, guardian, and teacher praised their brilliance. The students’ perceptions were correct. They just had no appreciation for what existed outside their community.

One year later, they are in universities where they may be facing their first white instructor. That coincidence that this may also be the first time they face a grade below a ‘B’ may be lost on them. Add this to the fact that racism is REAL even still, and the association is understandable – perhaps not correct, but understandable.

The students who take the SAT preparation classes I teach in these communities will refer to the vocabulary on the SAT as ‘white words’. I thought their claims were silly, and wanted them to understand that they were ‘academic’ words if anything, but as time passed, I saw their point. I taught in a program in which I was the only white instructor. Heck, I was the only white person there. There are certainly many qualified minority test preparation instructors, and I don’t think someone should have replaced me, but their initial association was understandable.

Finally, I have noticed an interesting thing about most social and political phenomena. Generally, the ones who shout the loudest are the ones that believers in the issue would least like to have representing them. I favorite example of mine (and one that I hope will not offend) is the issue of legalization of marijuana. There are a number of reasons one could use to argue that marijuana should be legal (e.g. tax revenue, civil right, etc.) But, when a believer in legalization is interviewed, you almost always get some burned out guy who says, “Man, I just think we should be allowed to smoke it, dude.” Similarly, racism is a real issue in our culture, and we would be fooling ourselves to think otherwise. However, one will often hear complainers, excuse makers, and the like more often than commentary from genuinely oppressed.

All of that said. We all make excuses, and place blame in inappropriate places. You and I don’t do so using the race or gender card very often, but perhaps that’s mostly because we rarely find ourselves in situations when such an attribution would even be reasonable. I recall a time in which I reacted by complaining of racism. I once applied for a scholarship from the NAACP. The final step was to submit a photo and personal statement. I did not receive the scholarship and blamed it on racism (thinking I was rejected because of the photo). Perhaps, however, my personal statement was poorly written.

Saturday, January 21, 2006

men's retreat

I went on a men's retreat with my church this weekend. Katie spent the night with friends of ours from church, and we headed up to Slumber Falls in New Braunfels. It was okay. Katie had a blast staying at Alana's house, which is exciting as hopefully we can do more sleepovers in the future. This is good as it brings with it the hope for going on dates in the future ......

Anyway, back to the retreat. The topic was building a multicultural church, a noble goal and a noble topic.

One of the things I have always loved about Travis Park is that it looks like San Antonio. There are black and white and brown; there are wealthy and poor and everything in between. But what struck me in particular this weekend is how much we don't look like San Antonio. Gathered this weekend were some 40 men and it was racially diverse. But it was affluent white men and poor black men. And the black men that were there all came from the House of Discipleship, which is a wonderful ministry doing great things. I do not want to denigrate it or them; this is a rambling post trying to come to terms with what I saw this weekend. But the HOD is a ministry for men who have been addicted to drugs and alcohol and our recently out of prison. It does an amazing job of transforming lives.

But this mix hardly makes for a balanced discussion of race. And all of the sudden, while I see that Travis Park represents a cross-section of white and brown (English-speaking) San Antonio, I see all of a sudden that there is no affluent black population. And so part of me wonders how progressive this is having a population of wealthy whites and poor blacks. Or is this paternalistic?

I give the church the benefit of the doubt. The main reason is that the services to the homeless have worked to get people into the worship services. None of the social service type work that goes on in the church is contingent upon coming to worship services on Sunday mornings. But the people that come to be fed are treated with dignity above all else. We deal in meals, not just in food. We deal with people as brothers and sisters. And after the disrespect that comes from living on the margins in society, that treatment is attractive. And quite frankly, it is what Jesus calls us to do.

But I had a hard time bonding this weekend with the men there. I don't have much in common with the black men that were there. Except I do, or I should, as they are sons of God as I am. But I have never been inside a jail cell. I have never been drunk. I have never used drugs illegally, though I guess I have been with people smoking weed. But I was such a straight lace that not only didn't I smoke myself, they never even offered it to me. But I do have some experience with having to pull my life back together, with relying on a grace that is greater than I am

So on Friday night, we had one man talk about growing up Hispanic (and protestant) in San Antonio and how that affected him. And then we had another man talk about growing up black in San Antonio. But noone was asked to talk about growing up white in San Antonio. I wonder about that; was it an oversight or was it intentional?

I do not mean to pretend that I have not benefited in my life from being white. I think something all people need to understand is how blessed they are. I was born into a middle class family in the wealthiest nation in the history of the world. 90% of the peer pressure in my life has been pressure to do things that were good for me, not bad for me. I am blessed to have parents who for 25 years of their lives made every major decision based on what they thought would be best for their children. And the success I have had is based also on a lot of good decisions, on studying hard, avoiding the pitfalls of partying and the like. I felt last night like I should be embarrassed for making good choices because not everyone else did.

But I think the thing that made it hardest to get anything out of the retreat was that I simply didn't believe the people who talked about discrimination. I believe that they were honest in describing their perception, but I don't think that they were describing reality. I have been a teacher at the college level before, and had students of all races complain about grades. But minority students would complain it was racism in the grading. In most of those cases, it was patently silly. I had as many as 200 students at a time, and by the time of the first test wouldn't know 20% of my students' names to even know what the race of the person was. Sometimes the name gives it away, but even then, I always graded one page at a time, and from the second page on I wouldn't know even the name of the student. My point is that they perceived racism as the excuse for their failure. I think a lot of the same thing was happening with these men last night. I do not doubt that they had rough childhoods. I do not doubt that their hearts are sincere in transforming their lives now. But when they struggle finding work, is it racism? Or is it that they have a felony record? And if it is not racism in actuality, are we benefitting them by nodding sympathetically and trying to understand them in their misperception? Or are we enabling them and in fact making it harder for them to understand the world in its reality and thus making it even harder for them to be successful?

This and many other reasons make me wish that there had been a broader cross-section of minorities there this weekend. You have to work with what you have, I guess, but I wonder how different the conversation would have been. I would have liked to have been on that retreat. But I wasn't and I came home feeling it had really been a waste of time.

Thursday, January 19, 2006

from Andrew Sullivan

He has moved his blog over to time.com. I first encountered his writing a decade ago for the New Republic, and have been a daily reader of his blog for five years or more, back when he was basically the first to do that kind of thing. It is still the best going - though back in the day Easterblogg reined supreme. Here is the post that caught my eye today:


In Oklahoma, a gay cowboy couple brought up three kids on a ranch. They did fine - "I was raised to be independent. I didn't really care what other people thought," - until one of them died. Now, because there is no legal protection for their relationship, the surviving husband has lost everything.

Money quote:
Meadows' will, which left everything to Beaumont, was fought in court by a cousin of the deceased and was declared invalid by the Oklahoma Court of Appeals in 2003 because it was short one witness signature.
A judge ruled the rancher had to put the property, which was appraised at $100,000, on the market. The animals were sold. Beaumont had to move.
Because Meadows had no biological children or surviving parents, his estate was divided up among his heirs. When the ranch sells, the proceeds are to be divided among dozens of Meadows' cousins.


And people ask why gay couples want the right to civil marriage. Because they are always one ornery relative away from having their relationships shredded under the law. For some of the most insightful criticism of the movie, check out Misty Irons' response linked on her website here.




Not allowing civil unions in this country is the single biggest civil rights violation this country continues to endorse. The universe bends towards justice, though. I think it is Jim Wallis who wrote that. This kind of injustice cannot be tolerated for much longer.

sorry for not posting much

Sorry to you loyal readers - ha - that I haven't been posting much this week. I am busy with work stuff - we had to get our budget passed finally this week and then catching up with that. And I have been working on my book again for the first time in a while. The Parker Palmer quote started me thinking along a new vein, and so that has occupied my free time recently.

I went to see Rumor Has It with Alisa last Friday night while Katie spent the night with my parents. The movie is delightful; it is a Rob Reiner film, what else needs to be said? The idea is clever, there is a moral to the story and you are laughing and relaxed for two hours. It didn't change the world, but it was fun.

I am headed on the men's retreat at church this weekend. That should be fun. It is just tomorrow night until about noon on Saturday, which is a solid amount of time. I know last year though I felt like it was just getting going when it was time to go. Katie is spending the night at a friend's house from church, and they are both so excited they can barely walk. So I hope they have a good time.

Friday, January 13, 2006

how worried?

How worried should Spurs fans be after the ridiculous dismantling handed out by the Pistons tonight?

How cool is it that our goals are so lofty that being the overwhelming favorite to win the conference still leaves room for concern?

I would not have been shocked had the Spurs lost tonight. But to get completely dominated on the glass - again - by the Pistons was embarrassing. I think we finished with 47 fewer rebounds than Detroit in two games. That is appalling.

Nick Van Exel is a horrid player. He hurts the team so badly, taking ridiculous shots, over-dribbling, taking horrible shots, failing to rotate on defense, taking horrible shots, turning the ball over, ..... Oh, and did I mention his horrible shot selection?

Egads.

I wonder how much Duncan's foot is slowing him down. I wonder if two weeks on the pines would help him. And if so, why the heck isn't he there? Granted, the Spurs are no lock for their division - Dallas is playing very well. And not winning your division means you can finish no higher than the four seed. But does any team in the West frighten me in a seven game series? Nope. Not even close. It would suck to play Dallas with them having home court advantage - wrapping up the series in five games would mean winning it on their floor rather than having the party in San Antonio, but we could meet the team at the airport if we really needed to party. (And besides, I am mean enough that I prefer it when the Spurs clinch the series in the other team's building. Especially when we took out the Lakers in 2003. Watching Kobe and Dyan Cannon cry was way better than watching the Silver Dancers jumping up and down.)

I am still not sold on the Pistons being the clear cut favorite, which is something after watching them kick our butts twice in three weeks. At some point, don't we have to abandon the Van Exel experiment and run the offense with Brent Barry and Manu Ginobili in the game whenever Parker sits? We have got to have Manu on the floor for more minutes than he gets coming off the bench. 24 or 28 just doesn't cut it. We need 34 from him. Duncan is the engine of this team, but Manu puts them over the top.

So I have some doubts, but not as many as I would have expected fresh off of this dismantling. I still think the Spurs are the team to beat. Spurs fans out there reading this (ok, Pat and Bonnie), what do you think?

Thursday, January 12, 2006

a paragraph I wish I wrote

I have adopted this paragraph from one written by Parker Palmer:

A few years ago, my wife died. She was more than a good woman, and the months following her death were a long, hard winter for me. But in the midst of that ice and loss, I came into a certain clarity that I lacked when she was alive. I saw something that had been concealed when the luxuriousness of her love surrounded me - saw how I had relied on her to help me cushion life's harsher blows. When she could no longer do that, my first thought was "Now I must do it for myself." But as time went on, I saw a deeper truth: it was never my wife absorbing those blows but a larger and deeper grace she taught me to rely upon. When my wife was alive, I confused the teaching with the teacher. My teacher is gone now, but the grace is still there - and my clarity about that fact has allowed her teaching to take deeper root in me. Winter clears the landscape, however brutally, giving us a chance to see ourselves and each other more clearly, to see the very ground of our being.

Yeah, that just about says it.

Monday, January 02, 2006

back to school

Katie heads back to school tomorrow, and we had a nice day today at home. We met one of her pals from school for lunch, and then they came over for a couple of hours to play. Danielle is a great kid, and her mom is the only other single parent I know of thus far, so we have that in common. And so it was fun because the kids were entertaining each other and we could talk as adults.

But mainly I will be glad to get into a normal routine again. She has been wonderful, but she needs the structure, and she loves her teacher, classmates, and having the time with children. I think she and the neighbor kids got a little tired of each other the last few days because of the amount of time they spent together. And hopefully I can reestablish a routine of getting to the gym again. That will be the first priority for tomorrow after school. I also need to go to Best Buy to get my satellite radio reattached to my car. Grrrrrr. I had the darn thing reattached the week before Christmas, and it lasted less than two weeks. But it is free if I take it to Best Buy since they installed it in the first place. And it did last three years in the two cars before breaking the first time.

And now to sleep ....

halfway through season three

This week I started watching season three of Everwood. I quit last year; I just couldn't take it so soon after Becky died. It was our show; we watched it every week. Usually we taped it so that we could watch it again immediately after it ended, and then we would spend the rest of the evening talking about it.

And so after forcing myself through the first couple of episodes, I quit last year. But now I am watching again. And I have a year to make up, and so I have watched about half a season since Christmas.

Delia has her first period in one of these episodes. It is a moment I know will come for me someday, and it makes me so angry. There are going to be moments in Katie's life when only her mother will do, and she won't be there. I guess what hits me the most sitting here tonight is that I can still rage about Becky's death. I don't very much anymore. The first few weeks were full of rage - I remember wanting to bomb Walmart for being open during her funeral. And now I am happier and happier with my life. Katie and I have settled into a comfortable routine, and I love my life, though I am really ready for school to open back up Tuesday.

But the rage is still there. Not so much for me anymore, though I miss being married so very much. I miss the partnership and the teamwork and the conversations that lasted years. I miss having a normal adult sex life. It would be nice to have some idea of when and with whom, for crying out loud.

But the real rage I save for Becky and for Katie.

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