Fool Watching in America

“If one does not understand a person, one tends to regard him as a fool.” (Jung)

 

In the 19th century Americans were taught civics, a process which among other things instilled in most citizens a sense of structural regard for the views of others. By the mid sixties American public education had largely abandoned civics in favor of “social studies” which even to this day tends to suborn civics to a week long unit–usually in the sixth grade or so. But civics is more than merely learning how a bill becomes a law: its about how to achieve good results in respect to your neighbor. Its about social psychology. And yes, its about the “golden rule”. The G.R. is the best shorthand to avoid the subjectivity which allows us to imagine our neighbors as fools. How did you forget we are all part of the same twilight?

Strife and misunderstanding are better stories than civics and successful small “d” democracy and you can see the effects of this in the 24 hour talk cycle cable television and radio industries. Carl Jung again: “We still attribute to the other fellow all the evil and inferior qualities that we do not like to recognize in ourselves.”

Well of course. But the commodification of this weakness coupled with the failure to teach civics means that Americans see one another as betes noirs and scapegoats and the effects of this are actually rather dangerous. I have written on this blog or have referenced story after story about police abuse or administrative abuse of people with disabilities–especially those with psychiatric or intellectual disabilities.

What would a better education in social psychology achieve? The most important thing I think is that it would teach people to meditate on the lowly side of their own natures–while I don’t like William Bennet much, I like his Book of Virtues. “What would you do little boy if you saw a blind man selling apples and one of his apples fell to the ground? A. I’d steal it and run away. B. I’d tell the blind man and hand it back to him.

The problem of course is that not understanding our own lowly capacities we are too quick to project them onto our undeserving neighbors.

Look at Lou Dobbs.

Jung again: “A little less hypocrisy and a little more tolerance towards oneself can only have good results in respect for our neighbor; for we are all too prone to transfer to our fellows the injustice and violence we inflict upon our own natures.”

What would you do little boy? Little girl?

“I’d taser a deaf man seated on a toilet.”

 

S.K.   

The Goods

“Complete human beings are exceptions. It is true that an overwhelming majority of educated people are fragmentary personalities and have a lot of substitutes instead of the genuine goods.”

–Carl Jung

Thinking about “the goods”:

These days I innately feel the things I used to study with books. As a younger man I knew that paradox was the key to understanding the fierce problem of life and of mind. But I grasped this in the manner of a developing personality and not as a deeper quality of imagination and intuition. 

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I talked more back then.

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In my twenties I worked very hard to shape a persona.

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I liked the masks of Yeats more than the poetry.

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“Hey kid, how do you like it, there, in your germ state?”

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The older one who feels the paradoxes of mind and body without staged or dramatic ironies is trustworthy. But his humor must be intact and he must be unperturbed by his own uselessness.  Note to self: get used to the company which is exile. Got that?

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Loving. Suffering. Weeping in the transitions. Life is simply a lacerated fullness. (Neruda). I cannot explain it to you, but its best to live close to the water. The fish are swept clean in the shallows. I cannot explain it to you.

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All true consciousness ordains its own departures. Make a joke out of that big Man!

Fine: I’ll make a joke. Let the charlatans come to my funeral. Let them wear what they like. The last thing anyone remembers is his life.

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Today was a beautiful day although it rained some. I remembered that paradox is a possible blue.

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My inner conflicts promise some valuable results. I don’t have to think about it much. I cannot explain it to you.

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Twilight. Disappearances. Moon behind cloud. Now we can stop thinking. Its enough to be sad and rich in your house.

 

S.K.

El Pueblo

 

–after Pablo Neruda and in memory of my father and his friends

The men I remember

Are lost to the centuries

Caught on ships of wind

Or they stand

In abundant light

All of them

Swept clean

Of songs.

 

But how I wish they could call out,

Wish them transparency and sound,

Enough to tame the radio

And roof clocks,

Or the small birds at twilight,

Enough to give the bread and shadows

A slim clarity…

 

Really, this is the only wayward tune I’m waiting for…

 

–Stephen Kuusisto

Hope and Altruism

This story comes to us via The Inclusion Daily Express.

 

S.K.

 

Texas Man Brings Hope To ‘Forgotten’ Disabled Iraqi Kids
(CNN News)
July 30, 2009
BAGHDAD, IRAQ– [Excerpt] Brad Blauser lives in war-torn Baghdad, where he doesn’t earn a paycheck and is thousands of miles from his family. But he has no intention of leaving anytime soon.

For the past four years, the Dallas, Texas, native has been providing hope to hundreds of disabled Iraqi children and their families through the distribution of pediatric wheelchairs.

“Disabled children — they’re really the forgotten ones in this war,” said Blauser, 43. “They are often not seen in society.”

Blauser arrived in Iraq as a civilian contractor in 2004, but quit that job last year to devote himself full time to his program, without compensation.

An estimated one in seven Iraqi children ages 2 to 14 lives with a disability, according to UNICEF. Illnesses such as Spina bifida, palsy and polio leave them unable to walk.

Entire article:
Texas man brings hope to ‘forgotten’ disabled Iraqi kids

http://www.cnn.com/2009/WORLD/meast/07/30/cnnheroes.blad.blauser/
Related:
Disabilities And The “War On Terror” (Inclusion Daily Express Archives)

http://www.inclusiondaily.com/news/war.htm

What Disability Knows: Part Two

1.

 

People with disabilities know that the physical body, particularly in its most diverse and unusual extensions resists interpretation. At the cultural level interpretation is the reasoned analysis of difference but history shows us there’s no such thing as reason when we are in the provinces of strangeness. Its a mistake of The Enlightenment to have imagined such a possibility.

 

2.

 

Carl Jung:

The vast majority of people are quite incapable of putting themselves individually into the mind of another. This is indeed a singularly rare art, and, truth to tell, it does not take us very far. Even the man whom we think we know best and who assures us himself that we understand him through and through is at bottom a stranger to us. He is “different”. The most we can do, and the best, is to have at least some inkling of his otherness, to respect it, and to guard against the outrageous stupidity of wishing to interpret it.

 

3.

 

The cripple, the blind, the wheelchair user, the deaf who speak with their hands, are in fact, collectively, only “inklings” to a general population that fears physical calamity. People with disabilities cannot be interpreted by normal people, or “normates” to borrow Rose Marie Garland-Thompson’s term. The best that can be achieved by those who do not currently have a disability is that they will muster a partial sense of what this otherness is like–as a means of respecting it. And in turn as a token of that respect that they will resist interpretation.

 

4.

 

Disability cannot be a metaphor. All metaphorical constructions of disability are products of sentimentality. Able bodied assumptions about physical  catastrophe depend on emotional extravagances. Sentimentality is of course always the other side of aggression. This is a condition of a primitive and pejorative process of symbol making.  Accordingly, the worst thing that can happen to a person with a disability who seeks to create art is that he or she will succumb to this sentimentality. The “overcoming narrative” is a prime example of sentimentality in the service of emotional extravagance.

 

5.

 

I will answer myself, reply to myself without speaking.

 

6.

 

Every victory contains the germ of future defeat. (Jung again.) Let us allow disability to reside on a symbolic level as the victory (a matter of civil engagement) and the unlocking (symbolically) of defeat–the body is ephemeral, inconclusive as a reliable agent of beauty–indeed we do not know what beauty is. That is the germ of defeat. Once the normates get around to understanding this they will live with less terror. That defeat will be the germ of a future victory. Imagine no longer needing to look young; to pretend in a chain reaction that your contentment lies in physical resemblance.

 

7.

 

I do not believe that disability is married to normativity. I do not believe in the “mainstream”. Recently I told a group of artists and advocates for people with disabilities at The Kennedy Center for the Arts in Washington, DC that “the mainstream is one of the great, tragic ideas of our time. There is no mainstream. No one is physically solid, reliable, capable as a solo act, protected against catastrophe; there is only “the stream” in which each one of us must work to find solace in meanings.”

 

8.

 

I cannot represent the flight of an arrow with a drawing. And I can’t describe the lines of luck.

 

Did you notice that no one can?

 

–Stephen Kuusisto

Iowa City

July 31, 2009         

Serenade

 

& so we began to dance, danced, ring around a rosie

Swift in our curved divisions, laughing, (some

Laughing in their bones). Green shade fell on the women’s dresses;

The men were dreamless. To dance is

The underground labor—no one tells—

& we held each other, without books, answering ourselves.

 

–Stephen Kuusisto

Past

 

We have to hold the past

With its programs

& upturned languages,

Its labels faded

Like a shuttered room—

Hold it and hold it

As if it was land,

Raw land

Uncombed

& where we might return.

 

Meantime

The least of things

Tells us

To look outwards:

The gentling moon is there.

Stars are high and upright.

We know

Our solitudes,

Hope for their meanings…

Think of their music…

 

The past is the running sky.

It is the shore.

The ocean writes pale figures.

The kingdom is upon us

Even as we walk—

Unassuming,

Summoned by waves,

The past writes the book

Of who we were,

Being always somewhere else…

 

 

–Stephen Kuusisto

Alabama Police Fire Taser at Deaf Man

 

This story comes to us from The Inclusion Daily Express. As we have written many times, its clear that the police forces of this country need diversity training and courses in how to access emotional intelligence. The police in this instance argue that a deaf man sitting on a toilet and holding an umbrella was obviously a threatening sight. The argument is pathetic.

 

S.K.

 

Cops Zap Deaf Man Sitting On Toilet
(WKRG)
July 29, 2009
MOBILE, ALABAMA– [Excerpt] Mobile Police are speaking up about the case of the deaf and mentally disabled man who was tased last Friday.

37-year old Antonio Love reportedly walked to the store alone to buy candy. He lives nearby and explained to his family that he was hungry.

The manager of the Dollar General store on Azalea road called police when Love wouldn’t come out of the bathroom for about an hour. Love’s mom says her son was having stomach problems and needed some extra time.

Police knocked on the door but say they had no idea who was inside. So, they used pepper spray under the door and preyed it open with a tire iron. Once inside, police found Love holding an umbrella.

Entire article:
Tased Off The Toilet

http://wkrg.com/217854
Related:
Deaf man tased, investigation sparked (WALA)

http://www.inclusiondaily.com/news/2009/red/0729d.htm
Video: Deaf man tased (YouTube)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7NYYem7T-qI