In 2005, again in 2007, and then again in 2010, I wrote on this issue, defending the use
of controlled substances by sports figures...not a popular position
then, and probably no more popular now. Like so many aspects of our
schizophrenic culture, what is done in private is one thing, but what
we self-righteously say in public is supposed to be something else
entirely. Well, I don't play that game.
Right now, Lance Armstrong is in the trigger hairs of the media, which is frothing at the mouth to tear down yet another hero. It is a repetitive story in our culture: build up a hero, then tear them down (often followed by some semblance of public redemption).
I will not defend Lance because 'everyone does it' or because his foundation did such a wonderful job.
I defend Lance because its time to re-examine - and overthrow - the "reefer-Madness" opposition to Performance Enhancing Drugs ("PEDs"). I actually SUPPORT their use.
In 2007, the New
York Times reported, “…Former Sen. Mitchell's 300-plus page document on
performance-enhancing drugs in baseball, 21 months in the making,
claims that nearly 90 players -- most notably Roger Clemens, Andy
Pettitte, Barry Bonds, Gary Sheffield and Miguel Tejada -- are guilty of
using some form of PEDs.” The
indictment of Roger Clemens for allegedly lying to Congress is the next
step in 'getting those guys' when they can't produce the evidence to
convict on the original case. It's the Get-Martha-Stewart approach to
justice.
When Mark Magwire was hounded by the press for using
Androstendione ( a substance that was legal and sold over the counter in
Golds Gyms, GNCs, and Drug Stores across America), it was easy to point
the finger at “One Bad Guy.” When Barry Bonds was fingered as a steroid
user, the writers at Sports Illustrated (sports nuts who cant play, but
who delight in the catty process of creating legends and then
destroying them) frothed at the mouth, issue after issue, because they
could crucify One Bad Guy.
But now that steroids have appeared in
major league baseball across the spectrum of time and teams, (as well as wrestling, football, basketball, and cycling)
prosecutors can have a field day.
In 2005 I wrote:
“…Sitting
on my shelf is a bottle of ProLab ThermaPro, a thermogenic designed to
raise metabolism and help burn fat. I used this (same basic ingredients
as the original Hydroxycut and Xenadrine) several summers ago, while
running in the hot sun every morning while trying to lose weight
and tone up (mission: successful!). Ah, but this product contains
ephedrine!!! [crowd gasps in horror in the background.] When I used it
in 2002, I was using a sports supplement. When the FDA banned it in
2004, I became the possessor of an illegal substance. When the Court
overturned the FDA ban, I was an upstanding citizen again. Then the FDA
declared that my 20 mg ephedrine was greater than the amount in the
court case, and was illegal, and presto-chango, I’m a criminal again.
And
this has been the history of steroids and sports supplements. The
non-steroidal Androstendione which was available in every health and
vitamin store a few years ago, all of a sudden disappeared because the
FDA arbitrarily decided that since it was only “one step away” from a
steroid, it is now illegal. However, DHEA, which is two
chemical steps away from a steroid, is still OK. The steroids that Jose
"save-my-own-ass" Canseco mentioned being used in MLB were by and large
completely legal in 1980. Many of them are still legal in much of the
world, including industrialized nations such as Germany and Holland.
Some (Fina) can be made of 100% legal substances in a kitchen. Others
are legal as veterinary substances. And a great deal comes into this
country from upstanding American soldier-heroes, who discover that the
rest of the developed world doesnt have the knee-jerk Prohibitionist
response that America has.
The history of Sports is the history
of going the extra mile and being slightly better than anyone and
everyone else. Athletes give up much of their personal lives and incur a
great personal cost in training. They regulate what they eat. They pound back protein shakes.They take
vitamin supplements such as Calcium. They take Glutamine to prevent
muscle breakdown. They take Milk Thistle and ALA to keep their livers
healthy. They take Glucosomine to help repair their stressed joints, and
if they’re in trouble, they get shots of Cortisone from their doctors.
Some take “stacks” to raise metabolism and speed weight-loss (like my
illegal aspirin-caffeine-ephedrine stack). They use Creatine as a muscle
volumizer and NO2 to increase muscle pump, while downing extra-heavy
whey-protein isolate shakes to increase food to muscle cells. Somewhere
along the line Congress is going to find out that many use insulin to
increase food nutrition entering the muscle cells as well. Some use
2-step-away prohormones like DHEA, others used 1-step-away-prohormones.
And yes, some use steroids. And the line between what is a legal substance to use, and what is an illegal substance, is arbitrary and artificial.
Yes,
the bar is constantly raised. In the effort to be bigger, better,
stronger, greater. And if anyone thinks that taking steroids means you
take a pill and you’re suddenly Hulk, they are sadly misinformed. Guys
who take steroid injections and just ‘wait’ for the effects find
themselves fat and tired. An athlete who has chosen to use steroids will
be working his butt off 5-6 days a week in grueling workouts. There is
no ‘free ride’ by using steroids.
It is amazing, isn’t
it? If someone goes to Beverly Hills and forks over $10,000 to a surgeon
to have 40 pounds of lard sucked out of their gut in a two-hour
operation, that is not only legal, it’s indicative of being One of the
Beautiful People. But if you work your tail off during a 12-week steroid
cycle to reduce your body fat from 15% to 6% through arduous workouts,
well…..”that’s illegal! That’s immoral! That’s just not right!!!! We
must punish baseball players! Lance is a cheat!”
Actually, it seems a hell of a lot more honest to me. Of course, why stop at baseball players, or with Lance?
Does
anyone really believe that the models on the cover of Mens fitness
magazines get that way from situps and spinach? Have they asked the
Governor of California how he got that big?
Wake up, folk: when
you outlaw a substance, you don’t make it go away…you make it go
underground, and you increase the danger of its being tainted. Anyone
remember Prohibition?
What’s more important, is that no one has
been able to tell me just who is so harmed by an individual athlete’s
choice to juice that it requires federal robocops. Have these sports
figures killed anyone? Assaulted anyone? Robbed anyone? Maimed anyone?
Can you point to any damage they have caused?
There are those
who will say that when young people emulate these guys, they are hurt.
But that’s like saying that NASCAR should be responsible for kids who
drive fast, that McDonalds should be responsible for obese slobs who sit
and eat Big Macs every day, and that Clint Eastwood should be
responsible for a kid who shoots someone.
If the Players are
upset, or the union, or the fans, or the owners, they have immediate
remedies and avenues. If they have chosen not to pursue them, perhaps
Congress should realize they’re barking up the wrong tree. We don’t need
Congress to decide who should be and shouldn’t be our sports heroes.
We’ll do that for ourselves, thank you.
Tuesday, January 15, 2013
Wednesday, January 09, 2013
The Parting Kiss....DADT, Past and Future
[Originally posted on the OUTMilitary Blog Magazine]
Last week, with more excitement than I can put into words, I packed my overnight bag with clothes, notebooks, my laptop, and few 'necessaries' and prepared to attend my first training conference for the US Coast Guard Auxiliary in Newport, Rhode Island. My soulmate and partner, Danny, was my 'second brain,' going through a checklist of items he was afraid I might forget in my excitement. ("Camera? Phone? Meds? Extra Socks? Laptop Cord? Phone Charger?")
And so, after 32 years of waiting to have even one of the smallest, tangental of formal roles in the services, we said our brief, very temporary goodbyes as I headed off.
We hugged. We kissed passionately. We held each other so damned close, clinging to each other, him knowing what this meant to me, and me sorting through emotions: anticipation, fear, excitement, doubt, insecurity. determination.
And as we engaged in that last, long passionate kiss before I left, i was struck - suddenly and powerfully - by the poignancy of that moment.
"How many men," I said to Danny, "How many hundreds or thousands of men have been here and said goodbye to their partners - most for periods of time longer than my short trip, and most to far-flung places and in the line of fire - and then had to carry this secret in their heart, never allowed to speak of their love, their passion, their longing, once they returned to duty?"
I burst into tears.
How heart-wrenching, how utterly gut-punching a thought that was.
We are on the edge of a new world, where we can now love openly and without most of the fears of the past. I have it relatively easy. To those of you service members who lived through the bittersweet days of loving another person and yet remaining silent - my heart, my gratitude, my thanks, my support, my love - goes out to all of you.
*****
Fast Forward to the training session.
I ran into a young (30 years old) guy at an after-hours gay event in Providence, RI. He wasn't part of the Coast Guard AUX training; rather, he was a Navy man. A Navy man who entered the service during the days when he had to hide, and who was still dealing with reflexive responses to inquiries about his orientation.
Being at a gay event, he was nervous - very nervous. We struck up a conversation, and he admitted how uncomfortable he was. Apparently, his partner had simply 'dropped' him off at the event against his will in an effort to help him 'open up.' This poor guy was torn - surrounded by guys just like him, and still terrified that someone might 'find out.'
As we talked, he told me how he had developed instinctive reactions and responses to squelch any suggestion or inference that he might be gay. And he found that even though "it was OK now," he continued to move and operate in those reflexive patterns.
"And I hate it when I do that," he said.
"I want to be open, to be out, to be me. And every time I have the chance to do it, I have this knee-jerk response to cover up and protect myself."
We talked long into the evening. I was happy to see that he finally relaxed and enjoyed himself, and others, and the event itself.
But I was also struck by how hard some old habits die. And how pervasive some fears can be. And how the need to support, help, and 'walk our brothers and sisters through the process" remains, despite legal changes in the wind.
.
Last week, with more excitement than I can put into words, I packed my overnight bag with clothes, notebooks, my laptop, and few 'necessaries' and prepared to attend my first training conference for the US Coast Guard Auxiliary in Newport, Rhode Island. My soulmate and partner, Danny, was my 'second brain,' going through a checklist of items he was afraid I might forget in my excitement. ("Camera? Phone? Meds? Extra Socks? Laptop Cord? Phone Charger?")
And so, after 32 years of waiting to have even one of the smallest, tangental of formal roles in the services, we said our brief, very temporary goodbyes as I headed off.
We hugged. We kissed passionately. We held each other so damned close, clinging to each other, him knowing what this meant to me, and me sorting through emotions: anticipation, fear, excitement, doubt, insecurity. determination.
And as we engaged in that last, long passionate kiss before I left, i was struck - suddenly and powerfully - by the poignancy of that moment.
"How many men," I said to Danny, "How many hundreds or thousands of men have been here and said goodbye to their partners - most for periods of time longer than my short trip, and most to far-flung places and in the line of fire - and then had to carry this secret in their heart, never allowed to speak of their love, their passion, their longing, once they returned to duty?"
I burst into tears.
How heart-wrenching, how utterly gut-punching a thought that was.
We are on the edge of a new world, where we can now love openly and without most of the fears of the past. I have it relatively easy. To those of you service members who lived through the bittersweet days of loving another person and yet remaining silent - my heart, my gratitude, my thanks, my support, my love - goes out to all of you.
*****
Fast Forward to the training session.
I ran into a young (30 years old) guy at an after-hours gay event in Providence, RI. He wasn't part of the Coast Guard AUX training; rather, he was a Navy man. A Navy man who entered the service during the days when he had to hide, and who was still dealing with reflexive responses to inquiries about his orientation.
Being at a gay event, he was nervous - very nervous. We struck up a conversation, and he admitted how uncomfortable he was. Apparently, his partner had simply 'dropped' him off at the event against his will in an effort to help him 'open up.' This poor guy was torn - surrounded by guys just like him, and still terrified that someone might 'find out.'
As we talked, he told me how he had developed instinctive reactions and responses to squelch any suggestion or inference that he might be gay. And he found that even though "it was OK now," he continued to move and operate in those reflexive patterns.
"And I hate it when I do that," he said.
"I want to be open, to be out, to be me. And every time I have the chance to do it, I have this knee-jerk response to cover up and protect myself."
We talked long into the evening. I was happy to see that he finally relaxed and enjoyed himself, and others, and the event itself.
But I was also struck by how hard some old habits die. And how pervasive some fears can be. And how the need to support, help, and 'walk our brothers and sisters through the process" remains, despite legal changes in the wind.
.
Labels:
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gays in the military
Monday, January 07, 2013
Military Dismissed Under DADT to have Severance Pay Restored!
OK, 18 days ago I said I was done posting to Tully's Page. But this bit of news was too much for me to stay away.
Last week, I kissed and hugged and clung to my boyfriend/soulmate as I prepared to leave for Coast Guard Auxiliary training for the weekend. It was a poignant moment, as it occurred to me how many hundreds - maybe thousands - of military personnel went through similar goodbyes, for periods of time much longer than mine - and then had to keep their love and their longing hidden rather than risk dismissal.
So, when this news crossed my laptop...I just had to share.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
By Shaun Knittel Online News Editor – Gay Military News
Under a legal
settlement announced today, military personnel who lost half of their
separation pay because they were discharged for under “Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell”
(DADT) will be compensated with the remainder.
The total amount of
pay owed to these service members is about $2.4 million, which “is small by
military standards, but is hugely significant in acknowledging their service to
their country,” said Joshua Block, staff attorney for the American Civil
Liberties Union Lesbian Gay Bisexual Transgender Project.”
The settlement comes
in Collins v. United States, a class action suit brought by the ACLU and its
New Mexico affiliate. It is named for lead plaintiff Richard Collins, who was
honorably discharged from the Air Force after being observed kissing his
boyfriend but saw his separation pay cut because his discharge was for
homosexuality.
The original case
was brought on behalf of 181 honorably discharged veterans whose separation pay
was cut due to DADT, which officially ended in September, 2011. As many as
3,300 could benefit from today’s ruling.
The pay reduction
was a Defense Department policy and not part of the DADT law, so it did not
change when the law was repealed, ACLU officials noted.
The settlement
covers personnel who were discharged on or after November 10, 2004, as far back
as it could extend under the applicable statute of limitations.
Labels:
Dont Ask Don't Tell
Saturday, December 08, 2012
Sanitary District 2: Will the Politics of Destruction Trump Honesty?
[NEWS UPDATE 10:54 pm, 12/12/2012: Final vote to Dissolve the local district was 1682 yes, 4597 no. Local residents crushed the out-of-town political nonsese by almost 3:1! Congratulations to Baldwin, Baldwin Harbor, South Hempstead, and Roosevelt!!!]
I was raised for the first 24 years of my life in Baldwin Harbor, on Long Island’s south shore. Born into – and living among – other blue-collar, working class families, I was a Republican for most of my life.
I was raised for the first 24 years of my life in Baldwin Harbor, on Long Island’s south shore. Born into – and living among – other blue-collar, working class families, I was a Republican for most of my life.
But, as happens to many of us, time and
experience change us, and I have since become an advocate for largely liberal
and progressive causes. As I eye
eventually returning to Long Island in my retirement, I have looked at the
political party structure in New York, and found myself drawn to the Working
Families Party, a recent addition to the NY electoral scene with stridently
liberal views. Sustainable development,
energy sanity, environmental stewardship, and election reform all make more
sense to me than ever before.
How disheartening, then, to discover that, like the major
parties who use the money and muscle of Super PACS to do their dirty work, the Working Families Party is no different. Operating under the parallel name of the “Long Island
Progressive Coalition,” and, most recently, by the fly-by-night invented group, “RESD” (Residents
for Efficient Special Districts), these so-called progressives are anything but
progressive, good-government advocates; rather, they have become as nasty, dishonest, and destructive
as the Republican and Democratic
SuperPACS.
The current battle – to be settled at the polls in a few
days (December 12), is an effort to dismantle a special sanitary district – “Sani
2” – serving 55,000 people in the communities of Baldwin, South Hempstead, and Roosevelt on
Long Island. The stated purpose for
the drive to dismantle the district is ‘cost savings,’ though no credible
figures have been supplied yet.
Let's cut to the chase: the entire circus is an invention of a failed
candidate for Sanitation Commissioner who, in a fit of super sour grapes, has
decided that if she can’t rule the district, she will ruin it.
In 2005, Laura Mallay ran for election as a Commissioner
against incumbent Gerard Brown. Apparently, at the time, she felt the special
district was important enough to ask voters to give her some responsibility in
managing it.
But Mallay didn’t quite understand that Long Island voters
do not simply ‘award’ politicians with an office simply because that politician
wakes up one day with a brilliant idea and expects applause.
Mallay was trounced in the election, losing by a margin of more than 20
points.
So, rather than consider why voters rejected her, she invented
a group, “RESD,” annointed herself as its Executive Director, and began a
campaign to force a vote to dissolve Sanitary District 2, and to have 55,000
residents' garbage, recycling, and hazardous materials handled by some other
as-of-yet unspecified entity.
"The District," claims Mallay, “is not economically
sustainable.”
This, of course, flies in the face of the reality of the
District’s existence for some 85 years, and the fact that the District’s annual
budget increases for the last five years have been less than the annual rate of
inflation...meaning that the District actually continues to more with less, and becomes more efficient each year.
Mallay has compared Sani 2's costs with other districts, and found them to be higher. But Mallay’s calculations conveniently neglect to mention that Sanitary District 2 engages in
additional, non-mandated activities that improve life for its residents, increase environmental
quality and awareness, and which are not carried out by other ‘cheaper’ services.
Sanitary District 2 purchases bulk oil contracts for other
area services, saving the local fire departments, school districts, and, therefore,
taxpayers - thousands of dollars annually. Unlike other sanitation departments, they
sponsor community cleanups, waterways cleanups (the picture above is from the recent Milburn Creek cleanup), graffiti removal efforts, and
greening/planting projects. The value added to the community by this community-run
district is enormous.
But that means nothing to Mallay, RESD, and the LI
Progressive Coalition. Rule or Ruin is the battle cry.
Flyers promoting district dissolution fail to reference any credible sources for their secret financial information. As an Economist, I see this as a highly troubling - and disingenuous - aspect of their campaign.
Letters delivered door-to-door this weekend failed to even
contain a single signature assigning responsibility for their tirades. And in
fact, almost 100% of the effort to destroy the district is coming not from
within the district, but from paid campaign operatives who live nowhere near
Baldwin or Roosevelt.
Meanwhile, the workers at Sani2, while understandably concerned
about being tossed to the curb themselves if the vote to dismantle the district
passes…have become heroes to those who know them best.
One month ago, Hurricane Sandy slammed Baldwin Harbor with
unprecedented fury. Neighborhoods that never saw water found themselves under
several feet. Rugs, furniture, soaked sheetrock, and personal belongings of every
kind were heaped in traumatized residents front yards. When destruction like
this takes place in an area several square miles large, how do you even begin
to deal with the clean-up?
The employees of Sani2 – all of whom are working-class, home-town
local community members – worked round the clock for weeks to help homeowners sort
through the wreckage of this storm.
While Mallay was safely ensconced in her dry home and political
headquarters elsewhere in the state, the working men of Sani2 whose jobs are on the line performed
Herculean tasks to clean up their community and share the heartbreak and burden
with their own neighbors.
If sanity prevails, the voters of Baldwin, Roosevelt, and
South Hempstead will see this charade for what it is, and soundly defeat the
effort to dismantle an 85-year old community institution.
And if the Working Families Party has any sense, they will
distance themselves from the loose cannons that have taken control of their
Long Island apparatus.
.
Monday, December 03, 2012
Another Pet Dog Needlessly Shot & Killed by Police
A Commerce City, Colorado police officer was caught on a now viral video shooting a captured dog five times. Neighbors are outraged as they say the shooting was unnecessary, as well as unsafe.
The tragic shooting of 3-year-old Chloe, a pit bull-labrador mix, took place in an upper middle class neighborhood of Commerce City. The home owner, who had custody of Chloe at the time of its shooting, was taking care of the animal for her cousin. She has asked to have her identity remain private.
Chloe was given a bed in the home owner's garage, and she then went to work. Not having an animal, the home owner did not anticipate the possibility of her garage door's automatic opening mechanism being activated by Chloe. Unfortunately that scenario is exactly what happened.
With the garage door now open, Chloe was then free to wander about the neighborhood, doing what any other domesticated dog would do. Sniff and pee on things, marking her new found bastion of territory.
A neighbor, Kenny Collins, saw Chloe and did not recognize her and called police. Not because he felt threatened, but simply because the dog was loose and he did not want it to get hit by a car.
According to coloradoan.com, Collins stated:
He never came at me in an aggressive manner.When police arrived Collins' son took it upon himself to record the officers. The video shows officers having cornered Chloe on its own property. An animal control officer was also present. Chloe was feet from the bed that was given to her by the homeowner. Commerce City police can be seen on video twice attempting to use a tazer on Chloe. After that method failed the animal control officer, who is a highly trained professional, used a tool known as a catch pole to capture Chloe.
The animal can be seen attempting to flee the garage after its neck was caught in the catch pole. This is a natural response for any animal, and it is why the pole was designed, to allow animals to be controlled from a distance.
This is when the Commerce City officer opened fire on Chloe, shooting her five times, killing her within seconds.
Kenny Collins is absolutely outraged. He claims he did not call police because Chloe was violent. He also believes his life and his family's lives were put in danger by the action of the officer. Preliminary reports show that six shots were fired. Five struck Chloe, and one struck a Commerce City police cruiser. Collins says that the bullet which struck the car would have easily struck any one of the members of his family, including himself. He said on the record:
That bullet was fired in my direction with me standing across the street.Naturally the Commerce City Police Department has an entirely different take on the situation. They released the following statement:
"An animal control agent was able to place a catch pole around the dog's neck. The pit bull remained extremely agitated and continued to attempt to attack the animal control agent. Due to the dog's size and aggressive demeanor, it could not be controlled on the catch pole. For the safety of the animal control agent and the community, a police officer shot and killed the dog."After reviewing the video multiple times, it is evident that the statement by the police is a blatant and baseless lie, and is an attempt to cover-up an abuse of power. At no point does it appear that Chloe was attempting to attack anyone, let alone repeatedly attempting to attack. The neighbor who called animal control said that the dog was not aggressive.
It is odd how the animal became a "threat to the community" only after police arrived.
More questions remain and a detective with the Commerce City police department named Mike Saunders spoke locally with 9Wants to Know and reaffirmed the officer's killing of Chloe:
Yes, the dog was on the catch pole. But, it was the officer's concern that the animal control agent wasn't able to maintain control of the animal and the fear was that the animal was going to come off the catch pole and attack the officers or get loose and run back into the neighborhood putting citizens in danger. They attempted to taze the dog twice however that had no effect on the dog.The summation by the detective is nonsensical. The animal control officer is a trained professional. They are trained in the fine art of dealing with wild animals. Everyday, all day long. Police officers, however, do not deal with wild animals on a daily basis.
With that common sense in mind it begs the question of what authority did the officer have to second guess the abilities of the trained animal control professional? Chloe was restrained by the catch pole. The rational is because a police officer doubted an animal control officer's ability to do their job that an innocent dog was killed? On what basis do they make such a judgment? Their own irrational fears, because they don't work with animals?
Chloe did not attempt to attack anyone. She was in a strange place, with strangers surrounding her, trying to place her neck into a noose. The natural inclination of any animal would be to run, and that is precisely what the video shows.
A Commerce City city council meeting is currently underway to discuss the shooting of Chloe.
A Facebook community page has been founded. It is called Justice for Chloe -Dog shot by Commerce City Co Police.
Interested in signing the petition for Chloe? As of this writing over 8,000 signatures have been collected.
Labels:
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Pit Bull
Monday, November 26, 2012
34th Anniversary: Assassinations of Harvey Milk and George Moscone

Statement, November 27, 2011 by Stuart Milk, nephew of Harvey Milk, co founder of the Harvey B. Milk Foundation
My uncle Harvey Milk gave us his life 33 years ago, knowing that the first of any civil rights movement, who so clearly and loudly proclaim their right to equality, most often meets a violent and sudden end. George Moscone was a steadfast ally and friend of both my uncle and to the core principles of equality that Harvey represented.
Today the memory of both men stand as beacons of light not just in San Francisco, not just in California and not just in the US, but across the globe to all who are diminished for simply being authentic. I am frequently asked if I am deeply saddened that my uncle Harvey did not get to see all those who eventually would proclaim a right to live openly and thereby come to stand on his shoulders or that he also did not see all the places where the light of equality would burn brighter than the darkness of antiquated prejudice-and I have long replied, he did see all those open and proud people living an authentic life and he did see those cities and states and nations that would etch equality into both their laws and their societal values, for he could not have given his life without his seeing and visualizing the dream of that day and he has left us, all of us, with a compass based on hope, hope born of bullets, not smashing into his brain, but smashing our masks and our fear of authenticity.
We also offer timely reflection today on my uncle’s ground breaking collaborative work and his understanding and explanation that we are not weakened by our differences, in fact that our potential is only reached when the full diversity of all those that make up our communities are celebrated. Today his legacy is not of a people or community or a nation being better then another, but communication and teaching of the knowledge that we are so much less when we do not embrace, without qualification, all members of our unique and varied humanity.
My uncle’s legacy has many monuments, not the least of which are the openly LGBT public officials who, through their willingness to serve and live a publicly visible life, continue to offer Harvey Milk style leadership to a world yearning for these examples. And all our strong allies, like President Obama and Democratic Leader Nancy Pelosi here in the US, and our many new allies across the continents who fight everyday to keep us all embraced. And monuments to Harveys legacy are given light each day with every new young gay, lesbian, bisexual, and transgendered person who comes out and lives an authentic life – these are real tangible living monuments to Harvey’s legacy that have the clear impact to effect change, a real enduring societal change. For as my uncle said, when they know us, when we are visible to all in our lives, hate diminishes.
Today we both mourn our loss and celebrate the legacy we were left with. The memory of Harvey and George burns bright and they have inspired equality minded communities across the country and out onto the global stage to keep alive both Harvey’s dream of a truly inclusive society, without qualification and to follow the example of enduring and selfless collaboration that marked the life of both Harvey Milk and George Moscone.
Labels:
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George Moscone,
GLBT,
Harvey Milk
Wednesday, November 21, 2012
My Annual Thanksgiving Post
Several video clips narrating my all-time favorite Thanksgiving story...and an absolute
MUST for anyone who has adopted children from abroad, anyone who immigrated to
America, anyone whose ancestors immigrated to America...and anyone conscious of
the current immigration controversies in American politics. These are short
videos, but the entire book is readily available in stores and online, and is
titled, "How Many Days to America: A Thanksgiving Story," by Eve
Bunting.
Happy Thanksgiving, everybody!!!
The New Colossus
Emma Lazarus
Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.
"Keep ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries she
With silent lips. "Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"
Happy Thanksgiving, everybody!!!
The New Colossus
Emma Lazarus
Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.
"Keep ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries she
With silent lips. "Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"
Monday, November 19, 2012
Tawadros II Enthroned as Coptic Pope, Grieves over Gaza
On March 17, 2012, we
reported on the death of Pope Shenouda, the 117th leader of the
Egyptian Coptic Church (see http://tullyspage.blogspot.com/2012/03/coptic-pope-shenouda-iii-dies.html
).
Yesterday, the Coptic
Church enthroned Pope Shenouda’s replacement in the culmination of one of the most
unique decision-making processes in all of Christendom: he was chosen by
lottery.
Two weeks ago, a young boy
was chosen, brought forward to the alter, and blindfolded. He then picked one
of three pieces of paper from a jar. The paper was shown to the congregation.
On it was the name of Bishop Tawadros, and, according to Copts, this makes him God’s choice to be the next Coptic Pope. The congregation broke into spontaneous
applause.
Youssef Sidhom, editor of
the Coptic Watani newspaper, explained “We end up presenting three to heaven,
and we ask heaven to choose one of them.”
While westerners often associate the word "pope" with the Roman Catholic Church headquaretetred in the Vatican, the Egyptian and north African Christians have looked to Alexandria (founded by St Mark) as the seat of their patriarchate since at least the second century. They also call their spiritual leader, "Pope."
The new pope is 60 years
old, with global experience: he studied in Britain, worked in Egypt and abroad,
and managed a pharmaceutical manufacturing plant.
Tawadros II wasted no time staking out his role in Egyptian life, using the Sunday coronation to express his grief over recent Israeli attacks on the Gaza Strip saying,
"We share the pain of our brothers in Gaza."
Meanwhile, the world watches as the Israeli-Gaza conflict escalates...
Labels:
Copts,
Egypt,
Gaza,
Pope,
Tawadros II
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