Tuesday, March 21, 2023

On Book Bans

 Why I think banning books is the wrong move and what I think we should do instead.


Whenever I read about a book that has been banned, the first thing I do is Google it. I’m automatically intrigued. Why was this book banned? Do I agree or disagree with these reasons? Would I read this book? Would I let my kids read this book? In my opinion, the best way to raise interest in a book is to ban it.

Of course it’s important to screen books that children have access to. Allowing them to have unfettered access to books containing violence, abuse, sex, exploitation, and drug use is damaging and irresponsible. Books need to be thoughtfully vetted and evaluated. We need to ask questions like: Why are we using this book? What are we hoping children learn by interacting with this book? Is there another book that addresses the issue in a more age appropriate way? At what age are children mature enough to process the information in this book in a meaningful way? Who has access to this book? How can we best manage that access? Guidelines around and transparency about the contents of books is a win for everyone.

You really can’t judge a book by its cover. Dust jackets provide very little information about a book. Without any warning, you can easily fall into a book with content that you’re neither willing to nor able to interact with. As a survivor of abuse, I absolutely hate reading about sexual exploitation. It is so upsetting for me that it can take weeks for me to process the emotions that come up. Now, I’m not saying that we shouldn’t talk about sexual exploitation and other difficult topics like race, incest, abuse, drug use and violence. Our history is replete with these issues and trying to forget them is naive and will only encourage their continuation. It’s necessary we engage with these issues, but only when you’re ready, willing and able. It’s a question of consent, content warnings and ratings provide guidelines around the interactions people have with a book. If the content is disclosed ahead of time, you can know if it is the right fit for you and your circumstance or your child’s.

The Motion Picture Association of America does for movies, even previews are screened and rated for content. The Entertainment Software Rating Board provides rating categories for video games including E for Everyone, T for Teen, M for Mature among others. If we can agree on ratings and content warnings for movies and video games, then why can’t we do the same for books?

It makes sense to me to have child development experts, teachers and parents work together to create content warnings and maturity ratings for books. Instead of banning books, which only increases interest, let’s categorize books so we know what we’re getting into when we open one up. 


Friday, December 23, 2022

new baby

When two became three,

When we became us.

Rosebud lips pursed tight,

Chubby cheeks, red and round.

Seashell ears and button nose.

A small swaddle,

A bundle of love.

Welcome to the world

Little one.


come as you are

Come as you are

In pantsuits and heels,

In uniforms with radios and motorcycle boots

Armed or broken,

Straight or queer

Faces masked, or naked

Tennis shoes once white,

Now grubby and scuffed from soccer games and playgrounds

Sweaters or suits,

Belts or bowties.

Come as you are

Dresses, skirts or pants or both.

Bedhead, bad breath, and sickly sweet perfume.

Dirty hands and wrinkled shirts,

Come as you are.

Sinners and saints, we are all the same

Before our Gods in heaven.

echoes

Echoes of our lives

The music,

The repetition

The renewing of words,

Of promises and comfort

Of restoration

Renewal return

Of peace and comfort

Of renewal and restoration

Their voices echo

From the past

The echoes bring me

Comfort and strength

Like it did them

From the voices and echoes

Before them

The strength cascades

Toward me

From them

It buoys me up

We are together

Soaring towards

Exhalation

Towards renewal

Returning

To Their Heavenly home.

Elizabeth Odell

Elizabeth Odell

Flat outstretched upon a mound

Of earth I lie; I press my ear

Against its surface and I hear

Far off and deep, the measured sound

Of heart that beats within the ground.

And with it pounds in harmony

The swift, familiar heart in me.

They pulse as one, together swell,

Together fall; I cannot tell

My sound from earth’s, for I am part

Of rhythmic, universal heart.


Primitive peoples respect for Nature and Mother Earth as quoted by Weston A Price in Nutrition and Physical Degeneration.

feeling powerless and small

Feeling powerless and small

Soft and vulnerable

Who are you to succeed

When do many others have failed

But have they failed?

Did they further the cause of equal rights?

Yes

See it as a great work

A labor in the vineyard

Rather than a goal

A finish line

Toil

Labor

Struggle

These efforts develop character

These strains create muscles

I don't have to overthrow thousands of years of oppression

I just need to learn about it myself

To see the strings and binds and cages that have been woven and closed around me

I first need to free myself

Then freeing others will be come naturally

I feel sad and weak and vulnerable

Open and weeping

Raw and excavated

I hear the stifling of my sister's

Their choking

Their straining

Against unjust bonds

I feel their collective agony and oppression

Their frustration

Things are not as they should be

It should not be this way

I feel wounded

Trodden down

Pushed down

Oppressed

The devil

Whispers in my ear

That is what you deserve

That is what you get

For leaving the garden,

For tempting Adam

You threw it all away

For curiosity

For wonder

For a possibility

But you could never have anticipated

How awful it could be

How terrible I could make your life

I have used every means available to me

To crush you

To wound you

To grind you and bind you

Stuff you in a cage

Silence you

Rape you

I have taken everything from you

And yet,

Here I am

Despite decades of oppression

Despite thousands of voices

Discounting me

Drowning me

Dismissing me

You're crazy!

You're being too sensitive!

Don't be so emotional!

Calm down!

Don't get so worked up!

You're not in your right mind.

Despite layers and layers of oppression,

I feel the whispers

The faintest breath

Which tells me you're still alive

Deep, down, under all of that

You're still divine

They haven't been able to crush you, to obliterate you

They have only been able to shroud you

To wrap you up in so many layers

Layers of shame and brokenness

Wickedness and deceit

But they cannot snuff you out

Because you are divine

You are eternal

And nobody can take that away from you

The life and divinity

The spark of hope and joy

It cannot be extinguished

It is

I am that I am

My light will never go out

Though it may be shuttered

Though the winds of oppression blow

My light remains

Burning ever brighter

The contempt and shame 

You pile upon me

Only serves as fuel for my all consuming fire

I will burn

I will burn

I will burn

Eternally

And your false labels

They will be my fuel

The fuel that I will use to burn it all down

Fire will cleanse

Me,

The world,

And you.

You and all of your false priests and dogma

Will be consumed

By my fire of rage

All that's left will be purified 

By my fire

Sanctified

You think you can fool me?

No, you are the fool

For thinking I would not fight back

Bury me, oppress me, lie to me

But I already know

You can't unsee what you've seen

I know there's more to me than anything you've said or done

I feel it

Deep, deep down

In the most basic and primitive parts of me

Is a tigress

Crouching

Bound and bleeding

But her heart is still beating

Beating with power 

Beating down through the generations of women

We share that collective heartbeat

It calls us

It reminds us

Who we really are

And we're coming

For you

Suffocating

Feeling the feels right now

I will never be enough

These needs will never be met

I will never get to rest

Where am I

Who am I

Do I only exist to fill the needs of others

I need a break

I need to get the hell out of here

I need some time to myself

Some time to think and process and breathe

I have needs too

And I'm the only one who can meet them