A Case of the Human Condition: I’m a Woman with a — Sprawling — Past

A corsage my sophomore year.

A corsage from my sophomore year in high school. c 2009 B.F. Newhall

By Barbara Falconer Newhall

The trouble with painting the inside of your closets is — everything has to come out of them.

And then what do you do with all your beloved stuff?

If you’re me, you don’t throw it away.

But what if your beloved stuff is in disarray?

What if your Girl Scout merit badges are mixed in with the portrait of your father’s high school football team and your mother’s baby photos and an old World War II ration book?

My Great-great-grandmother Harlow from Red Wing, Minnesota. C 2009 .F. Newhall

A photo of my mother's great-grandmother Harlow from Red Wing, Minnesota. Walinger Studio photo

If you’re me, you want to impose some order on all your wonderful old belongings. And on your past while you’re at it.

Which takes time. Lots of it.

As a result, ever since we painted the interior of our house last year, all the good stuff I pulled out of our closets has been sprawled around my writing room, taking up space, waiting to be sorted and put away.

Twenty-eight cartons of it. Calling to me.

Finally, yesterday, I did it. I organized my beloved stuff — and my rather extensive past — into twelve tidy, carefully labeled business boxes.

To wit:

 

Five of the 28 boxes. c 2009 B.F. Newhal

Five of the 28 boxes. c 2009 B.F. Newhal

“High School Stuff.” The corsage of red roses from my sophomore year boyfriend at Birmingham High School, in Birmingham, Michigan. The insect collection I did for biology class. The report card with the note from my social studies teacher, “You talk too much.”

“Grandma Falconer.” My grandmother’s wedding photos. Photos of the family barn and silo in Scottville, Michigan, and some cows. My great-grandmother’s speech to the Michigan Women’s Christian Temperance Union.

“My year in Heidelberg.” Coasters from a Bier Stube. Train tickets to Paris and Moscow. A telegram from my parents asking why I hadn’t written in two weeks.

A photo of me as a student in Heidelberg. C 2009 B.F. Newhall

A photo of me as a student in Heidelberg. c 2009 B.F. Newhall

The boxes go on: My years growing up in Detroit. As a student at the University of Michigan. As a twenty-something in New York City. As a hippie in  San Francisco. As a respectable, hardworking mom.  Everything in a box. Everything in its place.

And nothing, nothing at all, in the trash.

© 2009 Barbara Falconer Newhall

A card welcoming the dear baby me to the family. C 2009 B.F. Newhall

A card welcoming the dear baby me to the family. c 2009 B.F. Newhall

 

 

 

 

 

 

The remains of my high school insect collection. I got an A. C 2009 B.F. Newhall

The remains of my high school insect collection. I got an A. c 2009 B.F. Newhall

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God’s Big Blog: American Muslims Seek to End U.S. Barriers to Their Charitable Giving

Leaders of the Islamic Society of North America and the Muslim Public Affairs Council  are taking America’s new president at his word.

They are asking President Obama to direct the Treasury Department to work with American Muslim charities to remove the obstacles to Muslim American charitable giving that have been in place since 2005.

The two organizations joined together to send a letter today to President Obama asking him to renew efforts to eliminate those barriers.

Their letter begins:

We appreciate your comments in Cairo on the need to secure the rights of charitable

giving for Muslim Americans as they fulfill the obligations of Zakat. The Islamic

Society of North America and the Muslim Public Affairs Council worked with the

Treasury Department in March 2005 to form the National Council of American

Muslim Non‐Profits. Our aim was to work in partnership with the US government to

promote best practices of Muslim charities ‐‐ transparency, accountability to donors,

and due diligence in humanitarian efforts. Unfortunately, we did not achieve the

results we had hoped for, and Muslim Americans continue to experience barriers to

their charitable giving. We are committed to working with your administration to

resolve some of these difficulties.

To continue reading the letter and to read the MPAC press release go to the Muslim Public Affairs Council website.

Zakat is one of the Five Pillars of Islam. It obligates Muslims to give a percentage of their income to the needy on a regular basis.

 What do you think? Should American Muslim charities be permited to resume their charitable work? Can the Treasury Department adequately oversee the flow of money from American Muslim donors to bona fide humanitarian causes?

 

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Book Openers: Holy Super Bowl, Holy Bambi, Holy Michael Jackson

Author Gary Laderman. Photo by Elizabeth Hardcastle

Author Gary Laderman. Photo by Elizabeth Hardcastle

By Barbara Falconer Newhall

Author Gary Laderman sees Holy everywhere in America. That is, he sees Americans practicing “religion” all over the place – in sports stadiums, at Star Trek conventions, on “Oprah,” on pornographic websites.

For Laderman, a professor of American Religious History and Cultures at Emory University, religion is not so much a path to Spirit as it is an expression of the human need for ritual, myth, ineffable experiences, moral values and community. 

In the introduction to his new book, Sacred Matters: Celebrity Worship, Sexual Ecstasies, the Living Dead, and Other Signs of Religious Life in the United States, Laderman makes clear that he is writing about forms of religion that are less about theology than anthropology.

He proceeds with examples.

  • Film: Disney movies like “Bambi” and “Sleeping Beauty” are religious expressions “intimately tied to a desire to triumph over death.” They resonate with the most profound of human yearnings – for justice, redemption and death overcome.
  • Sports: The Super Bowl is a national ritual with “flags flying, fans behaving, time passing, authorities presiding, athletes competing – the game is predicated on familiar sights . . . a predictable order of things.”
  • Celebrity worship: Laderman cites Oprah as an object of worship, “an intimate authority of sacred, spiritual matters.”  The same goes for Michael Jackson. In a recent column on beliefnet.com, Laderman writes that Michael Jackson’s fans adored him for his contributions to their lives. “For many people these artistic, aesthetic, moral contributions were sacred in every sense of that word.”

Film, music, sports, celebrity, science, medicine, violence, sexuality, death, all are “holy possibilities,” according to Laderman’s – anthropological – lights. His book is full of fascinating stuff. And Laderman’s point is well taken: Americans no longer feel they have to limit their deepest passions and yearnings to traditional, monotheistic religion.

sacred-matters-book-by-Gary-LadermanMy problem with Laderman’s thinking here is that he presents Holy as  a projection of the human longing for transcendence and nothing more. As if real transcendence – real union with a Sacred that is beyond human understanding and beyond scholarly study – were not a reasonable possibility.

Still, this is a fascinating study of deep human needs – and the creative lengths human beings will go to meet them.

Sacred Matters: Celebrity Worship, Sexual Ecstasies, the Living Dead, and Other Signs of Religious Life in the United States, by Gary Laderman, The New Press, 2009, hardcover, $25.95.

© 2009 Barbara Falconer Newhall

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A Case of the Human Condition: Men’s Secrets — No Women Allowed

Peter and Jon . . . a son and a father. c 1983 B.F. Newhall

Peter and Jon . . . a son and a father. c 1983 B.F. Newhall

By Barbara Falconer Newhall

The Oakland Tribune, November 1, 1987

One hundred twenty men gathered at tiny St. John-in-Montclair Church in Oakland early yesterday morning – to discuss men’s secrets.

It was a men’s conference.

No women allowed.

They brought their masks, their poetry and their inventions to share. There would be drumming, dancing and wrestling. Men stuff.

They also would be talking about fathers, family, male sexuality, friendship, spirituality and men’s secrets.

Men’s secrets.

I wanted to go.

I got on the phone with Rob McCann, rector of St. John’s, an Episcopal church of 437 souls, 170 of them men.

No, said Father Rob. I wasn’t invited. No women.

Last year, the women of the parish had made lunch for the men attending the conference.

But this year, the women wouldn’t even be allowed through the kitchen door. Lunch would be catered – by men.

As a consolation, Father Rob offered me a private interview with Shepherd Bliss, a professor of psychology at John F. Kennedy University and the leading attraction at yesterday’s conference.

(No, Shepherd Bliss did not invent his name upon arriving in California. The Blisses are a family of Southern warriors for whom Fort Bliss was named. Shepherd is the name of his maternal grandmother.)

Shepherd welcomed me into his house in the Berkeley flats and settled me into an enormous man-sized easy chair. He brought me a nice cup of tea.

“I want to know what those ‘men’s secrets’ are,” I told him in so many words.

Shepherd, of course, wouldn’t mind some publicity for his men’s events – the next one will take place next weekend at JFK.

I figured we could strike a deal. The publicity for the secrets. The secrets, I hoped, would shed some light on why it is that men, not women, run the world.

If I could be privy to the secrets, I could maybe be privy to the power.

But talking to Shepherd Bliss was like talking to the Wizard of Oz.

And like brave little Dorothy, I was disappointed.

Men’s No. 1 secret, Shepherd revealed, the secret they most want to keep from women, from other men, from themselves – is that they, too, feel powerless.

They are no more in charge of the world than women.

Good grief, if men aren’t in charge, who is? Who is in the driver’s seat in this world running amok with serial killers and plummeting stock markets?

I don’t mind a little oppression – just a bit – if it means that there is someone in charge. Someone to keep the nuclear missiles of the world safely tucked away in their silos.

“Women assume men are powerful because of how powerless they feel,” Shepherd explained.

Men like to assume the appearances of power. They swagger. They join men’s clubs. They drive fast cars, work long hours and give themselves titles.

But “those are covers. They project power that we don’t feel.”

Men are in fact fragile, said Shepherd. They die younger than women. They worry – am I man enough? Father enough? Husband enough? Will I be a good provider? Will my wife stay with me? Will I be able to stay with her? What is death like?

And, of course, as any woman who has ever loved a man knows, they don’t readily give themselves permission to cry.

“You know a man through his grief, not his anger,” said Shepherd, who is also a psychotherapist and a Methodist minister.

Women, on the other hand, are socialized to cry. They also communicate face-to-face and verbally.

Men have a side-by-side way of communicating with each other. In simpler cultures, men hunt, work, dance, and drum together.”

Men hunger for male friends and for our fathers, our absent fathers,” he said. “But we feel we must do it alone.”

Now I was feeling sorry for the strong sex. What could I do to help the man in my life?

And with that we arrived at the deepest of all male secrets.

“Don’t try to help,” said Shepherd. “Let him go to his men friends for that.

“Men are more dependent on women than they are willing to admit. They see their wives as mothers, not as erotic, other adults. One of the reasons men are violent is to prove their independence from mother.”

Is that why my son Peter kicked me in the ribs this morning?

“And finally,” said Shepherd, letting fall one last secret. “Many men long to give birth, to produce a life as only a woman can.”

Women know they have a power and authority that is based in their body. “Men should honor that, not compete. Honoring it is a way of breaking its power.”

Breaking a woman’s power?

And now I knew why there were no women allowed at St. John’s yesterday.

© 1987 The Oakland Tribune

I wrote this column when the kids were small and Jon and I had been married only ten years, but something tells me that men and women haven’t changed all that much.

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God’s Big Blog: Hindus Offended by Burger King Ad

Photo Hindu American Foundation

Courtesy Hindu American Foundation

By Barbara Falconer Newhall

Is that the Hindu Goddess Lakshmi? Seated on a meat sandwich on a bun? In a Burger King ad? In Spain?

Leaders of  the Hindu American Foundation (HAF) have wasted no time registering their dismay at an ad they say portrays the Goddess Lakshmi seated atop a meat sandwich below the words, “A snack that’s sacred,” in Spanish.

The HAF leaders are demanding that the international fast food chain discontinue the Spain advertising campaging, asserting that it portrays the Hindu Goddess in a disrespectful way.

A Spanish Hindu, Monica Pahilwani said, “I was horrified to walk by a Burger King store in my neighborhood to discover an image of the same deity that I worship at my home altar, displayed so disrespectfully promoting a meat sandwich.”

Philwani added that a multinational corporation should be more aware of religious sensibilities and should have known how repelling such an ad would be to Hindus.

“Hindu depictions of divinity in the form of Gods and Goddesses are sacred to Hindus,” an HAF press release states. “And the use or consumption of meat in a religious context is generally proscribed. In fact, Hinduism has the highest proportion of vegetarians among the major religious traditions.”

The Hindu American Foundation is a 501(c)(3), non-profit, non-partisan organization promoting the Hindu and American ideals of understanding, tolerance and pluralism.

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