The War Prayer


Posted April 28th, 2012

The War Prayer

by Mark Twain

 

It was a time of great and exalting excitement. The country was up in arms, the war was on, in every breast burned the holy fire of patriotism; the drums were beating, the bands playing, the toy pistols popping, the bunched firecrackers hissing and spluttering; on every hand and far down the receding and fading spread of roofs and balconies a fluttering wilderness of flags flashed in the sun; daily the young volunteers marched down the wide avenue gay and fine in their new uniforms, the proud fathers and mothers and sisters and sweethearts cheering them with voices choked with happy emotion as they swung by; nightly the packed mass meetings listened, panting, to patriot oratory which stirred the deepest deeps of their hearts, and which they interrupted at briefest intervals with cyclones of applause, the tears running down their cheeks the while; in the churches the pastors preached devotion to flag and country, and invoked the God of Battles beseeching His aid in our good cause in outpourings of fervid eloquence which moved every listener. It was indeed a glad and  gracious time, and the half dozen rash spirits that ventured to disapprove of the war and cast a doubt upon its righteousness straightway got such a stern and angry warning that for their personal safety’s sake they quickly shrank out of sight and offended no more in that way.
Sunday morning came — next day the battalions would leave for the front; the church was filled; the volunteers were there, their young faces alight with martial dreams — visions of the stern advance, the gathering momentum, the rushing charge, the flashing sabers, the flight of the foe, the tumult, the enveloping smoke, the fierce pursuit, the surrender! Then home from the war, bronzed heroes, welcomed, adored, submerged in golden seas of glory!

With the volunteers sat their dear ones, proud, happy, and envied by the neighbors and friends who had no sons and brothers to send forth to the field of honor, there to win for the flag, or, failing, die the noblest of noble deaths.

The service proceeded; a war chapter from the Old Testament was read; the first prayer was said; it was followed by an organ burst that shook the building, and with one impulse the house rose, with glowing eyes and beating hearts, and poured out that tremendous invocation God the all-terrible! Thou who ordainest! Thunder thy clarion and lightning thy sword!

Then came the “long” prayer. None could remember the like of it for passionate pleading and moving and beautiful language. The burden of its supplication was, that an ever-merciful and benignant Father of us all would watch over our noble young soldiers, and aid, comfort, and encourage them in their patriotic work; bless them, shield them in the day of battle and the hour of peril, bear them in His mighty hand, make them strong and confident, invincible in the bloody onset; help them to crush the foe, grant to them and to their flag and country imperishable honor and glory —

An aged stranger entered and moved with slow and noiseless step up the main aisle, his eyes fixed upon the minister, his long body clothed in a robe that reached to his feet, his head bare, his white hair descending in a frothy cataract to his shoulders, his seamy face unnaturally pale, pale even to ghastliness. With all eyes following him and wondering, he made his silent way; without pausing, he ascended to the preacher’s side and stood there waiting. With shut lids the preacher, unconscious of his presence, continued with his moving prayer, and at last finished it with the words, uttered in fervent appeal, “Bless our arms, grant us the victory, O Lord our God, Father and Protector of our land and flag!”

The stranger touched his arm, motioned him to step aside — which the startled minister did — and took his place. During some moments he surveyed the spellbound audience with solemn eyes, in which burned an uncanny light; then in a deep voice he said “I come from the Throne — bearing a message from Almighty God!”

The words smote the house with a shock; if the stranger perceived it he gave no attention.

“He has heard the prayer of His servant your shepherd, and will grant it if such shall be your desire after I, His messenger, shall have explained to you its import — that is to say, its full import. For it is like unto many of the prayers of men, in that it asks for more than he who utters it is aware of — except he pause and think.

“God’s servant and yours has prayed his prayer. Has he paused and taken thought? Is it one prayer? No, it is two — one uttered, the other not. Both have reached the ear of Him Who heareth all supplications, the spoken and the unspoken. Ponder this — keep it in mind. If you would beseech a blessing upon yourself, beware! lest without intent you invoke a curse upon a neighbor at the same time. If you pray for the blessing of rain upon your crop which needs it, by that act you are possibly praying for a curse upon some neighbor’s crop which may not need rain and can be injured by it.

“You have heard your servant’s prayer — the uttered part of it. I am commissioned of God to put into words the other part of it — that part which the pastor — and also you in your hearts — fervently prayed silently. And ignorantly and unthinkingly? God grant that it was so! You heard these words ‘Grant us the victory, O Lord our God!’ That is sufficient. the whole of the uttered prayer is compact into those pregnant words. Elaborations were not necessary. When you have prayed for victory you have prayed for many unmentioned results which follow victory — must follow it, cannot help but follow it. Upon the listening spirit of God fell also the unspoken part of the prayer. He commandeth me to put it into words. Listen!

“O Lord our Father, our young patriots, idols of our hearts, go forth to battle — be Thou near them! With them — in spirit — we also go forth from the sweet peace of our beloved firesides to smite the foe. O Lord our God, help us to tear their soldiers to bloody shreds with our shells; help us to cover their smiling fields with the pale forms of their patriot dead; help us to drown the thunder of the guns with the shrieks of their wounded, writhing in pain; help us to lay waste their humble homes with a hurricane of fire; help us to wring the hearts of their unoffending widows with unavailing grief; help us to turn them out roofless with little children to wander unfriended the wastes of their desolated land in rags and hunger and thirst, sports of the sun flames of summer and the icy winds of winter, broken in spirit, worn with travail, imploring Thee for the refuge of the grave and denied it — for our sakes who adore Thee, Lord, blast their hopes, blight their lives, protract their bitter pilgrimage, make heavy their steps, water their way with their tears, stain the white snow with the blood of their wounded feet! We ask it, in the spirit of love, of Him Who is the Source of Love, and Who is the ever-faithful refuge and friend of all that are sore beset and seek His aid with humble and contrite hearts.

Amen.

[After a pause.] “Ye have prayed it; if ye still desire it, speak! — The messenger of the Most High waits!”

It was believed afterward that the man was a lunatic, because there was no sense in what he said.

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Albert Bigelow Paine first published extracts from “The War Prayer” in his 1912 biography of Mark Twain with the comment that the author said he had been urged not to publish it. According to Paine, Mark Twain acceded to its suppression by stating, “I have told the whole truth in that, and only dead men can tell the truth in this world. It can be published after I am dead.”

“THAT’S RIGHT! THAT’S RIGHT!”

or Things They Don’t Say About War on the Ten O’ Clock News

by Gene Franks

Author’s Note:  Sept. 16, 2001.  This piece appeared originally in Pure Water Gazette #34, published in early 1991 even as Bush the Elder was entertaining the nation with the televised drubbing of the demonized Iraqis. I revised it and put it on the website a few years later when Bill Clinton was performing sanitized-for-TV slaughter of the Serbs in an effort to distract us from one or another of the flaws in his character.  Now, I’m revising it slightly and posting it again only five days after the Sept. 11 New York/Washington catastrophe, at a time when George Junior still hasn’t been told that there are multiple R’s in terrorist but has the whole thing figured out well enough to tell us that we are good and “those folks” are evil and that they can run but they can’t hide.

I believe that if you pay close attention to the real purposes of war presented in the discussion of the Iron Mountain Report you’ll get an inkling that there is really a lot more to the war we’re about to rush blindly into than good vs. evil and teaching the “terrists” a lesson they’ll never forget. I believe you’ll also see an almost spooky resemblance to the never-ending war being waged in George Orwell’s 1984.

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If every mother cut off her son’s right-hand index finger, the armies of the world would fight without index fingers. And if they cut off their sons’ right legs, the armies would be one-legged. And if they put out their eyes, the armies would be blind, but there would still be armies: blind armies groping to find the fatal place in the enemy’s groin, or to get at his throat.–Hector, the Trojan hero, in Jean Giraudoux’s play, The Trojan War Will Not Take Place (often called Tiger at the Gates in English).

In a book called A Whack on the Side of the Head by a certain Roger von Oeck, I read a story about two men who went to a Sufi judge and asked him to act as arbitrator to settle an argument they were having.

The plaintiff presented his case eloquently and persuasively. The judge, obviously impressed, nodded his head in approval and said, “That’s right, that’s right.”

The defendant protested, of course, that the judge had not yet heard his side. The judge agreed to let him speak, and he, too, was eloquent and persuasive. When he finished, the judge said, “That’s right, that’s right.”

When the court clerk heard this, he jumped to his feet to protest. “They can’t both be right,” he said. The judge looked at the clerk and said, “That’s right, that’s right.”

We usually lack the judge’s ability to see the merit of what seem conflicting truths. Things are black or white, right or wrong. A strange duality flaws our thinking and gets us in trouble. We have blind spots in our thinking that often lead us to absurd conclusions that exclude other viewpoints. Our rationalizations about war are striking examples.

Anyone will tell you that war is odious. Even congressmen who vote to wage war do so with a message of peace on their lips. War is the ultimate atrocity. We all hate it. That’s right, that’s right.

Nevertheless, during the half century plus that I’ve been on earth, my country, while spewing a constant message of peace and goodwill, has been at war every minute. Even during the brief respites from active destruction, we are always at war, devoting a giant share of our resources, our skills, and our attention to preparation for war (or “defense,” as we prefer to call it). In fact, in the history of the world, peace has never existed. Peace is only a theory.

The reasons our minds have conjured up to explain why we participate in organized violence range from simple to complex, but they are all superficial. It is only recently that governments have felt the need to justify wars. Before the media began poking its nose into their affairs, governments pillaged and plundered with no pretext at all, or at most with an occasional word about converting infidels or restoring national honor. Now, with a TV crew standing ready to record the action and interpret it for us every time a bomb explodes or a general farts, we need a more complex set of justifying slogans to keep our minds at ease.

For the Persian Gulf conflict waged during the Bush the Father years, our favorite superficial reasons were the old standbys about liberating oppressed people and nipping potential aggressors in the bud. These always work, and most people seem to believe them, although it should be obvious that we could find plenty of oppressed people to help in Wichita, Kansas. And certainly the “do unto others before they can do unto you” strategy could be just as reasonably used to justify nuking the French or machine-gunning the crafty Mexicans who are always sneaking in from the south.

The growing number of people who are dissatisfied with the first order of superficial reasons oppose the war and protest against it with an alternate set of slogans. The most common superficial reason of this order is that we are fighting for oil. While I agree that many of the clever guys in the back rooms who control our national policies believe that we are fighting for oil and to stimulate the economy, these are, none the less, superficial reasons–symptoms, not causes. If we weren’t fighting for oil, we’d be fighting for control of the pogo stick market.

Iron Mountain

Beneath the first few levels of superficial reasons for war that get air time on the Ten O’ Clock News, there is an entire substratum of more complex superficial reasons for war. Though the public normally does not hear these, they are commonplace among the behind-the-scenes experts (the Back-Room Boys, as Dr. Seuss calls them in the anti-war classic, The Butter Battle Book) who whisper government policy into the ear of Tweedledum or Tweedledee or Wimp or Shrimp or whoever is currently our elected official.

To the Back-Room Boys, war is merely a means toward the fulfillment of higher purposes. Sacrificing a few thousand pawns does not bother them if it helps us win the game. They take a far more Machiavellian view of war than the TV-fed public could possibly imagine.

The Back-Room rationalizations for war are most succinctly explained in a small book called Report from Iron Mountain on the Possibility and Desirability of Peace that appeared in 1967. Iron Mountain, as I’ll call it, is the report of a secret, select panel of 15 experts from a variety of backgrounds who were asked during the Kennedy years to study and report on the question of whether the world as we know it could continue without war. To allay suspense, I’ll tell you now that their answer was a resounding No.

Our government neither sanctioned nor forbade publication of the report. The group itself voted against publication, but one of its members published it anonymously. The copy I have is a 1967 Dover 4th printing, so it must have had some circulation, although I’ve never talked to anyone else who has read it. The group called itself “The Iron Mountain Boys” after Iron Mountain, New York, where their first and last meetings were held. They worked from 1963 to 1966 with full access to government resources.

For most of us, the mere discussion of whether or not peace is desirable is an absurdity. We all love peace. We long for it. That’s right, that’s right. Yet most of us think of peace as merely a state of no war in which everything else would continue as it is. And we non-native Americans conveniently forget. for example, that our own ultra-high standard of consumption and opulent lifestyle are possible only because our ancestors waged war against the native inhabitants of America. Although we have learned to speak of this vast war of conquest in terms of “colonization” and “settlement” and of its perpetrators as “pilgrims” and “settlers,” and of their motives as “opportunity” and “religious freedom,” to the native Americans our European ancestors were nothing more or less than an army of cutthroats who took what they wanted by cunning or violence. Saddam Hussein did not invent conquest.

Before we denounce the Back-Room Boys as heartless monsters, consider that without blinking an eye we participate each day in cold-blooded sacrifice of human life for the sake of expediency. For example. we could easily prevent tens of thousands of horrible deaths on the highways by reducing the speed limit to 30 miles per hour. Would we be willing to drive 30 to save thousands of lives? Not likely. Yet we say that live is sacred and priceless.

Measured by the well-intentioned motives we usually attribute to ourselves, Iron Mountain is an outrageous document. It speaks frankly and matter-of-factly of startling ideas that we have not been prepared to face by the cartoon version of reality we get from the media. Here are a few basic Iron Mountain, assumptions that most of us will find hard to accept:

Most medical advances are problems, not progress.

Public posturing by politicians notwithstanding, poverty is necessary and desirable.

Standing armies are, among other things, social welfare institutions that serve functions similar to nursing homes and mental hospitals.

The main purpose of space programs and ultra-costly weapons is neither defense nor the advancement of science; it is the wasteful spending of vast sums of money.

The military draft is only remotely related to defense.

Organized repression of minorities and perhaps the reestablishment of slavery would likely be necessary products of genuine peace.

Deliberate intensification of water and air pollution could be vital steps in a program leading to world peace. [Our great industrial polluters should perhaps get the Nobel Peace Prize for promoting peace by heroically trashing the environment?]

Universal test-tube procreation would have to be an inevitable feature of a world at peace.

Government “budgeting” of lives to be destroyed by warfare is a high priority for maintaining prosperity.

Another shocking and disheartening assumption of Iron Mountain is that war is not a function of political systems, but that societies and political entities are formed for the purpose of waging war. Although it is a universally accepted social cliché that war is subordinate to the social system, the truth is that “war itself is the basic social system, within which other secondary modes of social organization conflict or conspire. It is the system which has governed most human societies of record, as it is today.”

The following is of special interest in the context of our recent Gulf Wars:

“Threats” against the “national interest” are usually created or accelerated to meet the changing needs of the war system …. Wars are not “caused” by international conflicts of interest. Proper logical sequence would make it more accurate to say that war-making societies require–and thus bring about–such conflicts …. Most of the confusion surrounding the myth that war-making is a tool of state policy stems from a general misapprehension of the functions of war.

The “misapprehensions” include defense against attack and the advancement of political and economic “national interests.” These are the visible, or ostensible, functions of war, and if they were the only functions, “the elimination of war would indeed be the procedural matter that the disarmament scenarios suggest.”

 

The Functions of War

The most obvious and spectacular function of war is economic. War is to the general economy even better than perpetual Christmas would be to retail merchants. War is an unequalled stimulator of the economy because it is superbly wasteful.

Massive waste is essential to keep the nation’s economy pumped up, and nothing wastes like war. Like Christmas, it creates artificial demand for otherwise useless items, and, as one writer explains, it “solves the problem of inventory,” which means that you never finish the job: as soon as you have enough Formula X missiles, you declare them obsolete and go to work producing Formula Y missiles, and since the enemy also has missiles, you have to build anti-missile missiles, and since the enemy has anti-missile missiles, you have to build anti-anti-missile missiles. Iron Mountain views war as not only as an unequalled economic stimulator, but also as a sort of giant balance wheel, which allows the Back-Room Boys to fine tune the economy by controlling defense spending. For example, employment figures can be manipulated by adjusting defense spending. War is the great controller of the nation’s economic metabolism.

One obvious political function of war is the establishment and enforcement of national sovereignty. “The elimination of war implies the inevitable elimination of national sovereignty and the traditional nation-state,” says the report. It is by war that we enforce our boundaries. Patriotism and national stability have their roots in war. “The historical record reveals one instance after another where the failure of a regime to maintain the credibility of a war threat led to its dissolution …. The organization of a society for the possibility of war is its principal political stabilizer.”
Sociological functions of the war system include the control of delinquent and hostile social groups, both through police action (police activity is merely one segment of society waging war against another) and military service. Armies also offer jobs for the unemployed. War has been traditionally the main motivating factor in assuring allegiance to the political system. “Allegiance requires a cause: a cause requires an enemy.” War breeds patriotism and patriotism breeds war–a perfect, self-sustaining system. Social cohesiveness erodes and societies crumble unless people can be made to believe that a formidable external menace, a life-and-death enemy, exists.Equally important politically is war’s function as “the last great safeguard against the elimination of necessary social classes.” War promotes the separation of classes and assures that there will be “hewers of wood and drawers of water.”

The ecological function of war seems so obvious that elaboration is unnecessary. Organized violence together with the disease and famine that often follow it have through the ages been our most effective tool for destroying surplus members of our species. In addition to all-out wars of mass destructive scope, people have throughout history experimented with smaller wars against selected segments of their societies for the purpose of limiting their numbers. These have been far less effective than all-out war. Examples are infanticide, sexual mutilation, monasticism, forced emigration, and extensive capital punishment. Currently, abortion, war against the unborn, is openly promoted as a population limiter.

One of the many ironies involved in thinking of the life-destroying properties of war as our main life-preserving tool in the overall picture of species survival is that nuclear weapons, which threaten us with extinction, are becoming increasingly necessary if war is to limit population significantly. Improved sanitation, nutrition, and medical advances now protect armies more effectively against disease mortality, so more destructive weapons are needed. For example, during Napoleon’s Peninsular campaign, 400,000 of the 460,000 French casualties were from disease, but in World War II only about 16,000 of the 300,000 Americans who perished died from disease. Iron Mountain concludes that conventional weapons will almost certainly prove inadequate in future wars “to reduce the consuming population to a level consistent with survival of the species.”

The cultural and scientific functions of war are equally obvious. From the Iliad on, war has inspired countless artistic masterpieces. Have you read any great epic poems about peace? Scientific research and medical technology have profited immensely from the war system. The transistor radio, steel-frame buildings, and the concept of the assembly line are typical war-inspired advances. Even the power lawnmower has its origins in war  It developed out of a revolving scythe designed by Leonardo da Vinci for the purpose of lopping off enemy heads when pulled by horses through their ranks. War has contributed most heavily to medical technology. “The Vietnam war alone has led to spectacular improvements in amputation procedures, blood-handling techniques, and surgical logistics. It has stimulated new large-scale research on malaria and other tropical parasite diseases; it is hard to estimate how long this work would otherwise have been delayed, despite its enormous nonmilitary importance to nearly half the world’s population.”

I’ll mention just a couple of the more interesting lesser functions of war covered by the report. One is “war as a general social release,” which is explained as necessary for “the dissipation of general boredom, one of the most consistently undervalued and unrecognized of social phenomena.” As such, our Gulf Wars might be viewed as something to fill TV time between the Super Bowl and the onset of the pro basketball playoffs. The start date depends on the TV ratings of the Winter Olympics. Another lesser function of war is as a “generational stabilizer,” which “enables the physically deteriorating older generation to maintain its control of the younger.” Finally, there is the important function of war “as an ideological clarifier,” which is needed to screw our heads back on straight when we start to become deluded into thinking there might be ways to look at things other than the ways we have been taught. Dualism, us vs. them with no room for compromise, “characterizes the traditional dialect of all branches of philosophy and of stable political relationships.” Iron Mountain concludes: “Except for secondary considerations, there cannot be, to put it as simply as possible, more than two sides to a question because there cannot be more than two sides to a war.” That’s right, that’s right!

 

Substitutes for the Functions of War

The Iron Mountain researchers were able to find no “peaceful” endeavors that could waste resources as effectively as the military. Maintaining readiness for war fulfills the need for “planned annual destructions of at least 10 percent of the gross national product” and does so while operating outside the normal supply-demand system. Substitute suggestions usually center on vast expenditures in health, education, housing, transportation, and alleviation of poverty; these are rejected as inadequate because they are far too cheap. The most promising substitute is the establishment of a grandiose and unimaginably expensive space research program. “Space research can be viewed as the nearest modern equivalent yet devised to the pyramid-building, and similar ritualistic enterprises, of ancient societies,” yet it is unlikely that governments could “sell” people on such expenditures without some real or imagined threat to their security. Seen in this light, the defense strategy commonly called Star Wars might be viewed as a transitional effort to shift from massive military to massive non-military spending.

In the area of politics, the end of war would equal “the end of nationhood as we know it today.” No suitable substitute has been devised, and most suggestions, such as maintaining order by means of an international peace force, border on merely substituting one form of war for another. There have been experiments with imaginary external threats (e. g., bogus flying saucer reports), but so far nothing works as well as Saddam Hussein.

In sociology, a suitable control function might exist in slavery, “in a technologically modern and a conceptionally euphemized form.” Slavery relieves unemployment and provides a niche for social misfits. It could easily be argued that we are moving toward widespread slavery “in a technologically modern and a conceptionally euphemized form” through debt. College students, for example, who incur massive debts and spend the rest of their lives working to pay them are in a very real sense indentured servants–slaves of our very demanding economic system.

In terms of motivation, a typical Iron Mountain suggestion is the deliberate intensification of environmental pollution to create a genuine non-human enemy to do combat with. The development of “blood games” to control individual aggressive impulses is also suggested, but its effectiveness would be limited.

As for ecology, the solution is easy: simply limit procreation to artificial insemination. The tough part is getting people to accept it. It would likely involve universal administration of a variant on “the pill” via public water supplies and essential foods. If people will accept mass drugging of the water with a powerful toxin like fluoride because they are told it will lessen tooth cavities, they might be convinced to accept contraceptive treatment of municipal water.

The Iron Mountain panel concluded that the world would probably survive even if no peaceful substitute could be found for war’s stimulation of culture. As for science, grandiose space projects and massive eugenics programs might serve man almost as well as war.

The overall conclusion?

The war system cannot responsibly be allowed to disappear until 1) we know exactly what it is we plan to put in its place, and 2) we are certain, beyond reasonable doubt, that these substitute institutions will serve their purposes in terms of the survival and stability of society …. The war system, for all its subjective repugnance to important sections of “public opinion,”  has demonstrated its effectiveness since the beginning of recorded history;  it has provided the basis for the development of many impressively durable civilizations, including that which is dominant today.

 

Bill Gets a Job

I’d like to leave the gruesome subject of war for awhile to tell you a story about a young student named Bill who worked in a shoe store just off the Yale University campus. Bill sometimes boosted his income by taking odd jobs around the university. One day he called about a one-evening job advertised in the school paper by Yale’s Psychology Department. He was pleased to learn that they could use him that very evening, so he called his girlfriend and made a date to blow his earnings on beer and bowling as soon as he finished.

When Bill arrived at the Psychology lab, be met Bob, who was to work with him, and together they were introduced to a professor with a long, complicated name. Bill forgot his name right away, so he just called him the Prof. The Prof said they were to be in an experiment to find out if punishing a pupil for his mistakes could have a positive effect on the learning process. A computer had already assigned their roles: Bob was the learner, and Bill would serve as teacher, checking Bob’s answers and administering punishment as required. It sounded like fun.

In the test room, Bob was given a long list of paired words to study briefly–words like blue sky, ink pen, and bowling ball. Bob was to be given a multiple choice test and punished if he chose ink blot or tennis ball rather than the correct response. When Bill saw the punishment apparatus, he was glad he was the teacher. Bob was strapped into an electric chair and an electrode was attached to his forearm. Bill was seated at a console with a simple set of controls. He was told to administer a shock by pushing a button at each incorrect answer and to increase the shock by 15 volt increments, as clearly marked on a big green knob, each time that Bob answered incorrectly. The Prof made a couple of lame jokes about this being an “electrifying experience” and they got underway.

Bob got the first two questions right, then he chose dead duck rather than wild duck and Bill gave him a shock. Bob winced and everyone laughed. Bill turned up the juice by 15 volts and the test went on.

Bob didn’t laugh anymore. He grunted when he got the 30 volts, and after the 75-volt shock, Bob cried out, “Hey, man, I don’t want to do this anymore. Get me out of this thing!”

Bill looked at the Prof, who said calmly, “Please go on.” Bill reluctantly pushed the button. At 150 volts Bob was begging to be released. Bill looked at the Prof, who only said, “The experiment requires that you continue.”

Bob’s answers obviously were getting worse. He was in pain and could no longer remember even the correct answers he had given earlier. After the 315-volt shock, he screamed out violently that he wanted out. He said that he could not take any more. Bill asked the Prof for permission to stop, but the Prof said sternly, “Whether he likes it or not, he must go on until he learns all the word pairs correctly. It is absolutely essential that you continue.” Bob felt like walking out, but he pushed the button.

By this time, Bob was so upset that he stopped giving answers to the questions. Bill assumed they would stop the test, but the Prof explained that no answer was an incorrect answer and he had no choice but to push the button. From that point, Bob sat in a daze and did not appear to hear the questions. He shrieked in agony with each shock. When Bill asked for permission to stop, the Prof said, “You have no other choice. You must go on.”

Bill stuck with the experiment until the end. He gave Bob the 450-voit shock, but he wasn’t proud of himself. In fact, he left the test lab quickly and picked up his pay from the secretary. He didn’t want to talk to Bob again.

In the weeks that followed the test, Bill thought a lot about it. He wished he could do it over. He thought of a dozen speeches he would make to the Prof. They all ended with “Take this job and shove it.”

It was almost a year later when Bill saw a long article in the school newspaper about the research he had participated in. It was his turn to be shocked. The article said that Dr. Stanley Milgram of the Yale Psychology Dept. had completed an extensive experiment which tested over 1,000 subjects at Yale and was repeated in Italy, South Africa, Australia, and Germany. The purpose of the experiment, Bill was surprised to learn, had nothing to do with learning: it was to assess the degree to which normal individuals like himself would submit to authority. It was he, Bill, who was being tested, not Bob. Bob, the article said. was an actor hired to play the role of learner, and the “electric chair” was a sham; it wasn’t even hooked up. The test was to see if the Prof, using nothing more than a stock set of authoritarian clichés, could turn a decent guy like Bill into a dehumanized torturer. The fact was that Bill did have a choice; he could have stopped at any time. But he went all the way to the 450-volt maximum.

The article also said that before the experiment was administered,  Dr. Milgram had outlined the research to 39 psychiatrists and asked them to predict the outcome. The consensus of the psychiatrists was that most of the subjects would not go beyond 150 volts, and they predicted that only 4% would reach 300 volts. Only a pathological fringe of about 1 in 1,000 would do what Bill had done, administer the highest shock on the board. The result was a surprise to everyone. Over 60% of the 1,000 plus subjects tested at Yale obeyed the Prof to the very end, as Bill had done. In Italy, Australia, and South Africa, the percentage of obedient subjects was somewhat higher, and in Munich, 85% gave the 450-volt shock!

I’ll explain now that Bill and Bob are fictitious, but the rest of the information is factual. The study in question was done and the results were as reported. I wasn’t telling the truth when I said I was “leaving the gruesome subject of war,” because Bill’s dilemma is exactly that of the vast majority of our Persian Gulf soldiers. In fact, the Yale research is used to bolster the central argument of Arthur Koestler, one of the most challenging thinkers of our time, in his book Janus.

The popular view is that war results from our overly aggressive nature. Our pent-up aggressive instincts are fanned to a fiery outburst by living in a world that is drunk on violence. That’s right, that’s right.  Koestler disagrees. War, he says, does not result from an excess of aggression, but an excess of devotion. Bill did not push the button because he hated Bob or because he needed to release pent-up aggressiveness. He did it from misguided loyalty to the Prof, a symbol of authority. Only a tiny fraction of the 60% of Americans who pushed the button until the bitter end were Rambo-like lunatics bent on doing violence to Bob. Most, like Bill, were ordinary, good-intentioned people who simply were unable to say no to authority.

Koestler writes: “Anybody who has served in the ranks of an army can testify that aggressive feelings toward the enemy hardly play a part in the dreary routines of waging war. Soldiers do not hate. They are frightened, bored, sex-starved, homesick; they fight with resignation, because they have no other choice, or with enthusiasm for king and country, the true religion, the righteous cause–moved not by hatred but by loyalty. To say it once more, man’s tragedy is not an excess of aggression, but an excess of devotion.”

Our “excess of devotion,” Koestler says, is no mere coincidence. It results from the way our brains have evolved. Briefly stated, we are defective creatures, unable to perceive and deal with certain aspects of our environment because of short-circuits in our brain function which cause us to use limbic, “old brain,” thinking where logical neocortex decisions are needed. Although we have developed remarkable intelligence in some areas, we are bumbling morons when it comes to thinking for ourselves in the face of authority. The tragic flaw of our species, a flaw which gives us only a modest chance for survival, is that we are blind followers of the leader.

In regard to the Yale experiments, Koestler writes: “That humane people are capable of committing inhuman acts when acting as members of an army or a fanatical mob has always been taken for granted. The importance of the experiments was that they revealed how little was needed to push them across the psychic boundary which separates the behavior of decent citizens from dehumanized SS guards.”

The Gazette’s Conclusions on War

You will find no pat answers, but here are some miscellaneous thoughts about war:

1. War is much overrated. It is no big deal. It is one of 27,461 ways nature has devised to rid the world of excess people, and everyone who dies in war would eventually die from something else. Nevertheless, for some reason, since the time of Homer, war has always sold papers.

2. The Feb. 10, 1991 Denton Record-Chronicle devoted almost the entire front page, complete with computer illustrations, to a Marine Gulf War operation in which a handful of lives were lost. A brief story hidden on page 10A of the same issue said that as many as 1 million Sudanese are expected to starve to death this year. In terms of lives lost, tobacco is the most toxic substance on the planet, yet it is only recently that the government has caught on that persecuting tobacco producers can be a significant source of income and has developed a stance of belated righteous indignation. We tolerate the ravages of alcohol, and it is even politically incorrect to speak against it. War is hell. That’s right, that’s right. So are slow, agonizing starvation, delirium tremens, and being crushed by a truck. No one ever writes epic poems about lung cancer.

3. The sexual urge, hunger, and thirst are built into our genetic code to get us here and keep us going. It is likely that we are also programmed with an urge for war as a survival tool to limit our numbers. This is a grim thought.

4. Actor Dennis Weaver said, “For there to be lasting peace, the hearts of people must be changed, and the only heart we can directly change is our own. Peace is not something we can graft on from the outside; it must be grown from within.” This should be obvious. Peace imposed from outside is just another form of war. Therefore, make peace first with yourself. Then with those around you. Eliminate cruelty from your diet. Cultivate your garden. Visualize peace.

5. The prospect for peace seems dim as long as Bill is a pushover for every authority figure that pops up. This is the Catch 22 of all planning for peace: Bill can be an anarchist or a wimp, and we get war either way. Perhaps the ideal was best stated in a Frank & Ernest cartoon: “Question authority, but raise your hand.”

6. The Iron Mountain Report sucks. It is also bogus in the sense that it was probably not even prepared  by a presidential commission but was ghost-written as a spoof on “think tank” reports by a writer named Leonard Lewin. The matter has been debated and  litigated. The authenticity does not matter, because whatever its origin,  Iron Mountain reflects well the beliefs of the “back room boys” who do our thinking.  We must not surrender to its negative conclusions. I reviewed it in detail because it is thought-provoking.  Not one on the back room boys who decided that “poverty is necessary and desirable” was poor. And if war is so great for the economy, why, after decades of unprecedented military spending, is our economy hopelessly in the red? If waste is really needed, I have great faith in American politicians to provide it aplenty, with or without war.

Bogus or genuine, Iron Mountain is what we get when we delegate our thinking to experts.

7. Talk of war breeds a conformist fervor that is hard to resist.  Just ask Bill, and just ask the 98 U.S. Senators who opted in Sept. 2001 to sign on to the insane coronation of Bush Junior.  Not a single U.S. senator had even the courage to ask for debate of the issue. Only two senators had the courage to oppose the Tonken Gulf Resolution which gave President Johnson the king-like authority to plunge the United States into a bloody, pointless conflict that became a military and moral tragedy for America.  We now know, through recently declassified documents,  that even as  Johnson went to Congress with tears in his eyes and gravity in his voice to ask for authority to wage war, he knew that there was no real Tonken Gulf crisis and that the initial report of an attack on a U. S. ship was in error. A two-day delay to examine the matter would have altered the course of history, but only two U. S. Senators had the courage to question the President.

8. Of all the great literature inspired by war, my favorite piece isn’t an elaborate Homeric celebration of the glories of battle, but a brief confession of a practical yet heroic act performed by a Greek foot-soldier/poet named Archilochus, who chose to thumb his nose at the Prof and save his own skin. Archilochus described his heroic act in a poem called “The Lost Shield.” To understand it, you should know that to the Greeks of the period it was a supreme disgrace, a breach of the honor code, to lose one’s shield and not one’s life at the same time. Archilochus’ poem begins:

Some Thracian strutteth with my shield;
I dropped it as I scurried from the field,

and goes on to point out that shields are cheap and replaceable and that he’s just glad to have escaped with his bones intact.

I have often found encouragement in Archilochus’ irreverent outlook. It is a sensible approach to life. I even once wrote a poem of my own in imitation of his. My poem was called “The Lost Hood Ornament,” and it celebrated my decision to have a laugh rather than go to war over the loss of a ram hood ornament from my mighty Dodge pickup. I found out that my Ram–in my poem, the symbol of my Texan machismo–had been slyly stolen from the hood of my truck during my sleep by a young Mexican-American neighbor.  Truly a cowardly act, worthy of  vengeance.  My poem started,

Some bold Chicano strutteth with my Ram
He’ll likely trade it for a can of Spam,

and concluded that losing one’s hood ornament is not really the massive disgrace the redneck code has it to be.

Although this may not seem like the kind of thinking that made America great, it’s the attitude we’ll have to learn if we are to stop jumping every time the Prof says frog or flag or honor. And the next time our government starts beating the drums about how we have to go to war to teach  whoever is the Saddam or Osama du jour  a lesson, we’re going to have to learn that taking a few days to think things over and consider the real issues isn’t going to be an irreparable blemish to the national honor. Infinity is long, and “Infinite Justice,” as an overpaid national cliché writer originally chose to call the “war against terrorism,”  can surely wait a couple of days. God, in whose name our we’re always killing people, has plenty of time.

 

Bomb Jerusalem!

by Tiger Tom

Veteran Gazette Columnist Tiger Tom’s RX for Peace in the Holy Land

Editor’s Note: This piece first appeared on the Gazette’s website a few weeks before the 911 bombings–at a time when the Taliban were taking heat from the whole western world over the destruction of  Buddhist holy objects. Hardly Waite.

I, Tiger Tom, am weary of hearing artsy yuppies whine about the religious statues blasted to oblivion by the Taliban. Good riddance, I say.  Let me tell you why.

Religious objects have been nothing but trouble since the beginning.  If the Taliban blows up a statue, that’s one thing less to have a religious war about.  If  cubs fight over a toy, the wise mom puts it out of sight to stop the fracas.  That’s what the Taliban did when they blasted the religious art works.    I, Tiger Tom, say well done.

As long as there’s a Temple Mount or a Wailing Wall or even a bush that Ahab or some lower-echelon prophet took a dump behind, the Jews and the Palestinians are going to keep fighting over who gets to have them.  I  say that for the good of humankind and animalkind alike we must demolish every last smidgeon of religious paraphernalia in the whole Holy Land so that there isn’t so much as a holy splinter left to fight about.  You can negotiate your paws off and talk till your tongue has blisters,  but as long as there’s a holy this or that or an ark of the whatever, those people are going to fight over them. As long as there’s a wall to wail on, those people are going to fight over who gets to wail there.  And if you take away their guns, they’ll fight with sticks, and if you cut off their hands, they’ll fight with their bloody stubs.

So I, Tiger Tom, say,  blow up every last relic. Blow up the whole sacred bunch of them. Blow them up so the world can get on with its life.  And if they pick up the dirt where the temple used to be and start saying it’s holy dirt, I say take the dirt away from them, hurl it into the deepest part of the ocean, and throw away the key.

Probably the only reason we don’t have never-ending wars in the USA is because we don’t have any places where some long-ago god ate his last meal or said something nifty or talked to an angel or fed a multitude with a single tuna-fish sandwich.  We do great without holy places.  I, Tiger Tom, say let’s give the Jews and Palestinians the same advantage by ridding them of holy stuff to fight about.   In the name of peace and all that’s sacred, bomb Jerusalem!

And I would hope that in the future gods would have the good sense and common decency to stay in the heavens or wherever they are supposed to stay and not to go wandering around the earth creating a lot of holy stuff for people to fight about.

 

Give ’em an Inch

 

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Will future generations come to perceive life as mere chemicals, manufactured processes or inventions of no greater value than industrial products? Or will we act to respect life, by resisting the ultimate temptation to turn living things into pure utility?—Jeremy Rifkin.

 

 

The previous article on plant patenting used up so much paper whining about tomato plants that it didn’t get to the real gristle of the problem which is that they have also started giving patents on animals. It shows that if you give them an inch, they’ll take the whole tamale and run with it.

It took the rich guys about 200 years to convince the Congress that plants, like everything else in America,  ought to be for sale. Then not 20 years later–the big day was 3-3-87–some unelected, bureaucrat dunderheads at the Patent and Trademark Office, without so much as a kiss-my-ass or a thank you, gave Harvard University a patent on a mouse. Harvard, actually, was just toadying for the Dupont Corp., which got the patent and now makes the cash.

Dr. Michael Fox called this deal “an arrogant presumption of authority.” I, Tiger Tom, call it a crock of human-centered speciesism.  Business as usual.

This was the first-ever patent on an animal, if you can really call a mouse an animal. They named it the OncoMouse, because they made it by putting a human oncogene into a mouse embryo. The wonderful OncoMouse, the first “transgenic” animal to be patented (transgenic, for you non-scientists, means freaky and screwed up), is a sizzling item in research labs because it is easy to give it cancer. I, Tiger Tom, declare that this is real progress in the War on Cancer: They haven’t done jack shit, it is true, to cure cancer, but they have got very good at giving cancer to mice and other animals unfortunate enough to fall into their clutches.

 

 

Oncos sell for $50 a head, which by the pound makes their flesh at least 8,888 times more expensive than cow meat. Since the OncoMouse they have whipped up lots more wonderful animals. One article I read tells how they put human genes into pig genomes to create bigger and leaner superpigs; what they got, though, were some pigs that had arthritis. They were “stunted, crippled, cross-eyed and sterile.” Too bad they were sterile. Otherwise we could have a whole race of cross-eyed, gimpy porkies running around.

Another animal they thought up was a girl chicken with her genetic trait for “brooding” removed; they hope she will put out 20% more eggs since she doesn’t have to waste time trying to satisfy her “mother instinct.”

I read another article about a Texas rancher making calves that are “leaner and milkier” by putting human genes into the embryo. He said this is important work to prevent disease because these calves could grow up to be big and meaty without steroids, “which have been linked to heart disease and impotence.” Same rancher, probably, who used to say steroids were safe as Ivory soap. Now the boy is a regular health nut.

In France a bunch of savants (that’s French for wise-asses) grafted quail embryo brain tissue into chicken embryo brain tissue to make a weird quail-chicken or chicken-quail, depending on your preference. Probably they hoped to make big, slow hunting birds, easy to shoot and with fleshy drum sticks. But all the birds died two weeks after hatching because their immune system rejected their brain. Brain rejection is a real bummer, but they’ll surely get a big grant to buy a lot of OncoMice with baboon brains so they can work on a drug for it.

What really melts my stripes is how human people are so good at rationalizing this stuff. No one but Mike Fox, Jeremy Rifkin (one of the five or six really smart people around) and a couple of others consider there might be something a tiny bit unethical about mixing human parts with other animals. If the Church of Science says it’s OK, then it’s OK. And if it makes Money, the Church of Science always says it’s OK.

By 1990 human genes had been put into at least 16 animals, mostly pigs,  mice, and fish. The priests of the Church of Science go on playing the same old mind game they always play about animal research. They say, these things are just like people: if it works on them, it will work on us; but if you tell them that what they are doing is cruel, they say, oh, these things aren’t like people–they don’t have any feelings. Now they are putting human parts into mice and pretending that they are doing experiments on mice but not on people. I, Tiger Tom, ask you to consider: how many human genes do you add before a mouse stops being a mouse and starts being human? How many human body parts and genetic traits do you have to transplant into bovines before you stop eating cows and start eating people? And when are they going to start granting patents on people? When will they start breeding special research people who are just like people but have no feelings or mother instinct and get cancer very easily?

 

On Pain


Posted April 28th, 2012

On Pain

by Tiger Tom

Pain is not outside of life; is not something foreign to the living organism. Those strange writhing movements of the body in pain are as vital as the more healthy actions of the normal person in doing work. Contortions, as seen in pain, are not the actions of a stranger, but of the pained body itself. Pain is not desirable, but it is one thing to silence the nerves of sensation and quite another to remove the cause of the pain. — Dr. Herbert Shelton.

 

I had a question sent in about my last column from writer Diane Rozario, who wants to know why I said pain is necessary and why I said doctors should not be so quick to get rid of it.

This question is too easy. I, Tiger Tom, with no reference books, using only 1/4 of my brain, and with three paws tied behind me, can quickly answer it.

It is obvious that pain is necessary and very important because it exists. Bodies, tiger or human or anteater, have no unnecessary parts; neither do they have unnecessary gestures, sensations, and activities. Coughing, belching, hiccupping, frowning, spitting, wheezing, twitching, snorting, weeping, snarling, blinking, yawning, farting, flinching, sneezing, smiling, itching, licking, pouting, slobbering, shivering, laughing, grieving, groaning, hurting–all have their purpose.

Pain is not a disease. It plays a big role in the way the body conducts its business and is Nature’s main means of communication. Even people can understand its most obvious usefulness. It protects you from catching fire if your tail gets in the stove while you are asleep. It tells you when you have eaten too much salami..

What humans do not catch on to is that pain’s main role is teaching. Both in a physical and in a moral sense. People think they learn by having things explained to them. Manshit. That’s just the way you like to think you learn things. Real learning comes from pain. “By what men fall, by that they rise.” This wise yoga saying means: You screw up, life whacks you in the chops, and you go home a smarter tiger. For those who do not believe that pain is the best teacher, I, Tiger Tom, propose the following human experiment:

Take a large group of human cubs and divide them into three equal groups. Give the nippers in Group A a big lecture series on how not to burn themselves on hot stoves. Show them pictures of kids with singed parts. Tell them many times, “No, no, no! Hot!” With Group B you don’t tell them anything. Just take each little fellow to a red hot stove and mash one of his little hands against it until it sizzles. Don’t tell him anything. Just singe his little hand. Group C is the control group. These kids get no lecture, no pain. I, Tiger Tom, bet my stripes that if you keep records on how good these subjects are at avoiding stove bums for the next few years the cubs in Group B will will win paws down. I further bet that Group A won’t do better than Group C.

Pain doesn’t just teach simple lessons like stove avoidance. It’s a central part of the body’s feedback and information system that supports healing. Killing pain is like killing the messenger who brings bad news No more messenger, no more news. Probably teeth with holes in them could fix themselves if people were not so quick to kill the messenger. How can the body correct a condition causing a headache if people refuse to experience the headache? The weird practice of aspirin gobbling keeps the whole repair system in a state of ignorance and confusion. Do people really believe that the elaborate pain-sensing system exists just to tell them when they need to take an Advil?

You can’t fix it if you don’t know it’s broke. That’s my motto.

Editor’s Note: Gazette columnist Tiger Tom penned this piece as part of Gazette #44’s issue pleading compassion for the world’s wee folk. This is as compassionate as Tiger Tom ever gets.

Some Ethical Ramifications of Water Purification

A Scholarly Review of Existing Sanitation Methodology

by Tiger Tom

 

The Chinese spread their sewage on the ground and get worms in their guts from drinking contaminated water and eating filthy food. We in the Western world are more civilized–we take our sewage and dump it into our rivers. We then drain it into our water supply, strain it and inject chlorine into it. We don’t get worms in our guts, but we sure do get something else.–Dr. Joseph M. Price, M.D.


Some people get really steamed up when they talk about the hurt that chlorine puts on birds and beasts and plants and people, but I haven’t seen them shedding tears over bleach’s biggest sufferers. I mean the tiny water-dwellers that chlorine fries by the trillions of trillions. Having had the shits a few times myself, I’m no big amigo of bacteria. But let’s be fair. The little gut-dwellers are only doing their job. And a nasty job it is. I say they deserve a better fate than chemical warfare.

Being kind to little water creatures isn’t easy. Sometimes it’s them or us. When people started bleaching the water around 1904, diseases like cholera and typhoid fell quickly in the disease ratings. Doctors tried to take the credit, but it was really Clorox that did the damage. Bleach is a poison, and in water it mixes with other stuff and makes about a bezillion new poisons, which scientists call THMs. THMs cause cancer. Now we have a lot less cholera and a lot more cancer. And they keep putting in more bleach.

Some things aren’t killed by bleach. Probably you’ve heard of Cryptosporidium and Giardia lamblia. Crypto gave half of Milwaukee a very sick belly not long ago. A lot of people died. Bleach doesn’t even stun these boys. But they are giants, so it’s easy to trap them in a filter, which is really just a fishing net. Cryptos are so big that a fairly tight filter nabs them. That’s why I, Tiger Tom, say that it is easier for a rich man riding a camel to pass through the eye of a needle than for a Crypto to pass through a Doulton ceramic cartridge.

The public plan for bacteria has always been to fry them in bleach. There are other ways, though most aren’t any kinder. Iodine poisons them, and ozone fries them crisper than chlorine. Ceramic filters are 99.99% effective at snaring them. Even tight carbon filters strain them out, but carbon filter makers don’t brag in their ads about bacteria removal because it’s risky. Someone gets sick, calls his lawyer, and you’re screwed.

The kindest way to make water safe, and the way that I, Tiger Tom, recommend to my friends and closest relatives, is ultraviolet (UV) light. That’s how sunlight purifies water in a mountain brook. It leaves no chemicals behind. UV purifiers work by passing water close to an ultraviolet lamp, which looks like a fluorescent bulb, inside a quartz tube. After a trip past the magic lamp, the nastiest germs are as polite as shoe salesmen.

The interesting part is that the experts know that UV light stops bacteria, but they don’t really know how. Some just say it “stuns” the boys and leave it at that. They usually say something like this, which I, Tiger Tom, copied from aWater Technology article I read while I was using the bathroom:

“UV alters the genetic information of microbes, thereby inhibiting the metabolic processes including their ability to replicate.” The boy who wrote that was trying to say that the light screws up their sex life. They stop reproducing. In water treatment, if a microbe can’t reproduce it is legally dead. If human people followed this logic, they could collect on their insurance if they had a vasectomy. The logic with bacteria is, if they can’t reproduce, they can’t hurt you.

This explanation of UV light is the equivalent of the old “spay/ neuter” business. I, Tiger Tom, do not buy it. I have my own theory of how UV works. I say it’s related to all the other miraculous events that have to do with light. Scientists invented the neutering story because they aren’t allowed to talk about miracles. Science is a miracle-free religion. Unless they want you to believe some weird thing like the HIV story, which takes a lot more faith than the Virgin of Guadalupe business.

Probably you know the story of the big Christian persecutor Saul who got turned into the apostle Paul by a big light. He was on his way to Damascus one day to hassle Christians when a giant light whammed him. He was blind for a few days; then he was a changed man. I, Tiger Tom, say that this is what happens to bacteria. They aren’t neutered; they are converted. They see the light. Just imagine these darkness-loving little gut-dwellers, floating along happy as bunnies in the friendly blackness of a cool water pipe, doing their thing, feeding on slime,  replicating wildly, when suddenly they come around a bend and it hits them, as bright as a thousand suns, a light of about a zillion Angstrom units. This is clearly a miracle. Never in the annals of Bacteriadom has a light appeared in a water pipe. They fall to their little knees and kowtow wildly. They stop replicating and causing diarrhea and spend the rest of their short lives meditating. If they quit reproducing, it isn’t because their DNA is screwed. It’s because they’ve become celibate. St. Paul quit replicating after he saw the light, didn’t he?

If you have bacteria you want converted, call PURE WATER PRODUCTS for the very best: UV systems. They’ve got Pura and they’ve got Sterilight. They’ve got everything from countertops to whole house styles, priced from not much to a whole lot.

 

Turn It Off


Posted April 28th, 2012

Turn It Off

by Lisa Reagan

Introductory Note: This article is dear to my heart because my own liberation from “it,” the serious menace alluded to in the title, came about, as in Lisa Reagan’s case, more by chance than by design. “Turning it off” is not the painful sacrifice you might imagine; it is, rather, an act that can set you free. Some thirty years ago my children and I turned it off and booted it out the door. I’ve never regretted that simple but decisive act of self-liberation.--Gene Franks.

Friends walked into our house in February, noted our television was missing from any main rooms, and quipped, “We give you a week. It’ll be back!”

It’s August, and the television hasn’t reappeared. It wasn’t that we made an informed, self-congratulating decision to take television out of our lives; it was just that the &^%#$ cable company missed our turn-on date three times! After our third turn-on date, and four weeks with no TV had passed, my husband and I sulkily surrendered to what we perceived as a divine message of intervention: We were not destined for the Discovery Channel.

Miraculously, we made it through this withdrawal period by developing other rituals with our discovery of TIME. More time for everything. More time for cooking healthy dinners, more time for walks, drives, journal entries, the perennial parade of household chores, and of course, more precious time for our wonderful son.

More time meant less stress. And with more still fleeting, still precious time on our hands, our lives became rich with the contact of each other – richer, and more fulfilling than I ever imagined life could be.

But before the gods took cable television out of our home, we would have sworn that we didn’t watch “that much TV.” It is only now, with 20/20 hindsight, that we realize the amount of time we spent watching television and it’s powerful, all-consuming effect on our lives. After six TV-free months, we re-experienced this effect last month in a Washington D.C. hotel room.

Our first evening in our hotel room we agreed to “just quickly see what was on”. One hour later, we opted for room-service instead of going out for a walk and dinner. Two hours later, I was surprised by how terrible I was beginning to feel. Still, we flipped and flipped, shooting past the ubiquitous violent imagery and juvenile sex jokes, commenting on how we probably shouldn’t be doing this, all the while feeling more and more inert, foggy-headed, distant… and worried.

“I didn’t feel this bad watching TV before, did I?” I asked myself. If I, an educated, adult woman, felt lousy watching the casual violence, sex and fast imagery of television, what sort of effect would it have on my young son asleep in the next room?

Brooding over these thoughts and images, I clicked-off the hotel’s TV and crawled into our king-sized bed with my eyes pulsating weird blue light, my head throbbing, and my ears ringing. I curled around my son’s small body under the hotel sheets, gently brushed my nose against his soft, warm hair and breathed in his innocence. I had just navigated 6 months without cable television, how was I going to navigate the next 16 years without cable, the computer, or video games? Crawl into a hole dragging my son behind me?

Still brooding, I placed a gentle kiss on my son’s cheek, gave him the breast he was fumbling for, and fell asleep promising to use my newly discovered extra time to find some answers to my questions when we got home. I did and here is what I found :

Even though the AAP’s policy that two year-olds and under should avoid television may seem extreme, it actually occupies the middle of the road. At my local library I found conflicting arguments for virtually banning television from your home, for placing limits on viewing and becoming “media literate”, or for rejecting “mediaphobes” and letting your children watch anything they want.

Media literacy advocates and television banners disagree over whether or not the content of children’s programs really matters. According to Joseph Chilton Pearce, author of Evolution’s End: Claiming the Potential of Our Intelligence, it doesn’t matter if your child watches Sesame Street or Power Rangers: “The major damage of television has little to do with content: It’s damage is neurological, and it has, indeed, damaged us, perhaps beyond repair.”

Both camps do agree on television’s effect on a child’s brain. Our brain’s “triune system” consists of the reptilian system, old mammalian, and new mammalian brains that control action, feeling, and thought, respectively. “The third and highest member, our neocortex, or new brain, is five times bigger than its two lower neighbors combined and provides intellect, creative thinking, computing, and if developed, sympathy, empathy, compassion, and love,” writes Pearce.

Creative play, conversation with adults and story-telling are Nature’s choice for developing a child’s neocortex. But with parent’s spending an average of 10 minutes a day talking to their children, and television monopolizing almost seven hours a day in the average home, the human interaction needed by children for higher brain development is practically non-existent.

“Failing to develop imagery means having no imagination… It means children who can’t ‘see’ what the mathematical symbol or the semantic words mean; nor the chemical formulae; nor the concept of civilization…A child who can’t imagine not only can’t learn but has no hope in general: He or she can’t ‘imagine’ an inner scenario to replace the outer one, so feels victimized by the environment…True playing is the ability to play with one’s reality.”

Consider the above description of television’s effect on a child’s developing brain, and then recall that the average preschooler watches 54 hours a week.

The mountain of damage is staggering.

And that is not the worst of it. At age 11, in a natural house-cleaning process, all undeveloped neurons in the neocortex, up to 80 per cent, are dumped. Lost forever. “Only those neural patterns stimulated and sufficiently developed are left…Use it or lose it is nature’s dictate,”
writes Pearce.

Pearce believes that television is second only to hospital birth in contributing to the “current collapse of childhood.” He notes that before television there were no recorded child suicides, whereas today a child attempts to take his or her life every 78 seconds. He warns that as “our damaged children grow-up and become parents and teachers, damage will be the norm, the way of life.”

Is the damaged way already the normal way of life? What is prohibiting parents from taking action now to control television in their homes?

Marie Winn, author of The Plug-In Drug, believes that damaged and addicted parents and teachers are the reasons that media literacy limits are almost impossible to follow. Winn compares the experience of watching television to chemical dependency. She notes that television withdrawal symptoms parallel drug withdrawal symptoms, and the need to repeatedly watch, coupled with a lack of concern over what is being watched, is similar to a chemically dependent person’s cravings and lack of discretion over what form their drug takes.

In addition to our adult reptilian brain’s vulnerability to television’s hypnotic glare, we now have “a growing dependency upon television as a child-rearing tool… Despite their considerable guilt at not being able to control their children’s viewing, parent’s do not take steps to extricate themselves from television’s domination. They can no longer cope without it…Surely there can be no more insidious a drug than one that you must administer to others in order to achieve an effect for yourself.”

However, Winn concedes, there were a few families in her studies that were able to control television in their homes. Some of Winn’s families employed “natural” alternatives to controlling television viewing like placing the television in a poor location or using a fuzzy set that didn’t invite constant viewing.

For parents who want to take on the battle of controlling media in their homes, there is Screen Smarts, A Family Guide to Media Literacy, by Gloria DeGaetano and Kathleen Bander. This book contains tools for teaching your children to “read and analyze images” but warns, “it takes time to learn media literacy.” Screen Smarts recommends: discussing with your children how television programs are made, asking your children to rewrite the scripts of the programs they watch, or to count the number of violent acts in a show. The authors’ point that “media is here to stay” is well taken along with the fact that American children suffer from a complete void of information regarding their number one activity. In Great Britain and Australia media literacy has been established as an integral component of the educational system for more than a decade.

And then there is Jon Katz, a media critic who insists in his book Virtuous Reality that “Children need more, not less access to technology, culture and information. Responsible children have the right to participate freely in this world, and responsible parents should worry more about getting kids on-line and less about the dirty pictures they may occasionally find when they get there.” I suggest Mr. Katz put aside his job-security motivated opinions and undertake a quick read of Mr. Pearce’s aforementioned book.

And as Pearce et al, from Congressional Committees to the AAP have agreed: television viewing damages the developing minds of children. And no amount of bickering between CBS vice-presidents and parent’s watch groups over “what is educational content” or a hundred government agencies advocating the development of media literacy skills is going to reverse that biological, neurological fact.

Even if media education and AAP viewing guidelines are enthusiastically followed, even if Congress gains control of Hollywood and Hollywood gives all of its billions of advertising dollars to the “Children Damaged by Television Fund”, and even if television watching diminishes from the current seven hours a day to the AAP’s pipe dream of one hour a day, it will still be one hour a day, 365 hours a year, our children will neglect the urgently needed development of their higher brain cells; cells that will be lost forever at the tender age of eleven.

Which unknown potential shall we choose to forfeit the development of in exchange for an hour with Elmo? Which potential ability will never be fully realized in our children? Do you really want to count the number of violent scenes in a television show with your child?

Maybe our last best hope rests with the cable company. And perhaps Nature Herself will lend a hand and bring our evolution back on course by providing a meteoric catastrophe that will zap all of our cable boxes and force us to wait and wait and wait for the television-raised, damaged employees of the cable company to show-up and save us. And maybe by the time they do, we will have saved ourselves.

 


Lisa Reagan is President of Families for Natural Living.

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Medical Mistakes


Posted April 28th, 2012

Medical Mistakes

by Peter Montague

During 1999 mainstream institutions revealed that one of the biggest killers in the U.S. is medical mistakes.

The NEW YORK TIMES reported that 5% of people admitted to hospitals, or about 1.8 million people per year, in the U.S. pick up an infection while there.[1] Such infections are called “iatrogenic” — meaning “induced by a physician,” or, more loosely, “caused by medical care.” Iatrogenic infections are directly responsible for 20,000 deaths among hospital patients in the U.S. each year, and they contribute to an additional 70,000 deaths, according to the federal Centers for Disease Control (CDC). The dollar cost of iatrogenic infections is $4.5 billion, according to the CDC.

The rate of iatrogenic infections has increased 36% in the past 20 years[1] partly because people entering hospitals now are sicker and more vulnerable then they were 20 years ago, and partly because excessive use of antibiotics has created antibiotic-resistant killer microbes.

A large part of the problem is health care workers who fail to wash their hands properly, the TIMES reported. “Hands are the most dangerous thing in the hospital,” says Dr. Robert A. Weinstein, director of infectious diseases for the Cook County Bureau of Health Services in Chicago. A study conducted at the Duke University Medical Center found that only 17% of physicians treating patients in an intensive care unit washed their hands appropriately.[1]

An alternative to hand-washing would be use of latex gloves. Unfortunately, many health care workers view gloves as protecting themselves exclusively — they put them on in the morning and wear them all day long, the equivalent of not washing their hands. A study of glove use at a long-term care center found that gloves were worn 82% of the time when their use was indicated, but changed appropriately only 16% of the time.

Hospitals have few incentives to monitor infection rates among their patients. “If you don’t do good [infection] surveillance, you don’t detect infections, which means they don’t exist and you look great,” says Dr. William Jarvis, chief of the Investigation and Prevention branch of the Hospital Infections Program at the CDC in Atlanta.[1]

Various remedies are being considered. One is to urge health care workers to wash their hands with waterless, alcohol-based antimicrobial hand rubs which are as effective as traditional hand-washing but faster to use and gentler than soap and water.

Another approach is to train patients to ask each health care worker who comes into their room, “Did you wash your hands?”

The “big picture” of medical mistakes is even worse. A report entitled, TO ERR IS HUMAN, issued by the National Institute of Medicine (a division of the National Academy of Sciences) in November found that medical mistakes kill somewhere between 44,000 and 98,000 people (average: 71,000) in hospitals in the U.S. each year.[2]

There are about 33.6 million people admitted to hospitals each year in the U.S. Somewhere between 2.9% and 3.7% (average: 3.3%) of these suffer an “adverse event” while in the hospital.[2,pg.1] An “adverse event” is defined as an injury caused by medical management rather than by the underlying disease or condition of the patient.[2,pg.25] Of these adverse events, somewhere between 8.8% and 13.6% (average: 11.2%) are fatal.[2,pg.1] Of all adverse events, somewhere between 53% and 58% (average: 55.5%) are attributable to mistakes.[2,pg.22] Therefore we can calculate[3] that, on average, one out of every 500 people admitted to a hospital in the U.S. is killed by mistake. (For comparison, the chance of being killed in a commercial airline accident is one per 8 million flights.) Thus medical mistakes qualify as a major public health problem. Even the low estimate, 44,000 killed by medical mistakes each year, exceeds the number of people killed in the U.S. by automobile accidents (43,458 in 1998).

For those who are accustomed to thinking in terms of 1-in-a-million as an “acceptable” death rate for technological errors, the 1-in-500 deaths by medical mistakes equates to 2000-in-a-million.

TO ERR IS HUMAN acknowledges that the 1-in-500 figure may underestimate the size of the death-by-medical-mistake problem because the 1-in-500 estimate is based on information found in patient records and many medical mistakes may not be acknowledged in patient records. TO ERR IS HUMAN says, “Most errors and safety issues go undetected and unreported, both externally and within health care organizations.”[2,pg.37] “Silence surrounds this issue,” the report says.[2,pg.2]

TO ERR IS HUMAN provides evidence that the 1-in-500 estimate may be low. The report describes two studies that found rates of death due to medical mistakes that far exceed 1 in 500. One study of 815 patients in a university hospital found that 36% had an iatrogenic illness, defined as “any illness that resulted from a diagnostic procedure, from any form of therapy, or from a harmful occurrence that was not a natural consequence of the patient’s disease.” Of these 815 patients, 9% had an iatrogenic illness that threatened life or produced considerable disability, and for another 2%, iatrogenic illness was believed to contribute to the patient’s death.[2,pg.26] Thus this study found that 10-in-500, or 1-in-50, patients were killed by a medical mistake.

A second study looked at 1047 patients admitted to two intensive care units and one surgical unit in a large teaching hospital. Of the 1047 people studied, 480 (46%) had an “adverse event” where an adverse event was defined as “situations in which an inappropriate decision was made when, at the time, an appropriate alternative could have been chosen.”[2,pg.26] For 185 patients (18%), the adverse event was serious, producing disability or death.

An important class of medical mistakes is medication errors — giving a patient the wrong medication, the wrong dose, or inappropriate combinations of medications. TO ERR IS HUMAN estimates that medication errors both inside and outside hospitals killed 7,391 people in the U.S. in 1993, [2,pg.27] but the report acknowledges that, “Current estimates of the incidence of medication errors are undoubtedly low because many errors go undocumented and unreported.”[2,pg.29] The problem seems to be getting worse as doctors prescribe more drugs. Between 1983 and 1993, hospital patient deaths due to medication errors increased 2.4-fold while deaths from medication errors among outpatients increased an astonishing 8-fold.[2,pg.28]

TO ERR IS HUMAN reports that doctors often do not consider possible interactions among drugs that they prescribe to a patient. The report says, “Physicians do not routinely screen for potential drug interactions, even when medication history information is readily available.” TO ERR IS HUMAN goes on to describe a study of 424 randomly-selected patients in a hospital emergency room. Nearly half of these patients (199, or 47%) received new medications as a result of their hospital visit and in 10% of those — 19 individuals, or 4.7% of the study group — received medications that added “potential adverse interactions.” “In all cases,” TO ERR IS HUMAN reports, “a medication history was recorded on the patients and available to the physicians.”[2,pg.33]

Children and old people are particularly prone to medication errors, mainly related to incorrect doses. In one 4-year study of a pediatric intensive care unit, iatrogenic injury due to a medication error occurred among 3.1% of 2147 children — a rate of one iatrogenic injury among every 33 intensive care admissions.[2,pg.29]

A 1987 study found that physicians prescribed inappropriate medications for nearly 25 percent of all older people.[2,pg.33]

And physicians are not the only part of this problem. A study of pharmacists in Massachusetts found that in a year’s time 2.4 million prescriptions (4% of all prescriptions) were improperly filled at the drug store. Eighty-eight percent of these pharmacist errors involved giving patients the wrong drug or the wrong strength.[4]

Lastly, available data about medication errors probably underestimate the true size of the problem. To ERR IS HUMAN says, “Current estimates of the incidence [occurrence] of medication errors are undoubtedly low because many errors go undocumented and unreported.”[2,pg.29]

TO ERR IS HUMAN acknowledges that the true death rate from medical mistakes may exceed 1-in-500 for other reasons. The 1-in-500 figure is the in-hospital death rate. “Although many of the available studies have focused on the hospital setting, medical errors present a problem in any setting, not just hospitals.”[2,pg.2] And: “…[L]ittle if any research has focused on errors or adverse events occurring outside of hospital settings, for example, in ambulatory care clinics, surgicenters, office practices, home health, or care administered by patients, their family, and friends at home.”[2,pg.25] The death rate from medical mistakes in nursing homes has not been reported. However, one study of medications in nursing homes estimated that, for every dollar spent on prescription drugs, $1.33 is spent treating iatrogenic injuries and deaths caused by those drugs.

To ERR IS HUMAN presents a series of recommendations for improving medical safety. The stated goal is to reduce deaths from medical mistakes in hospitals to 1-in-1000 within 5 years. The recommended way to achieve the goal is to make medical errors expensive: “The combined goal of the recommendations is for the external environment to create sufficient pressure to make errors costly to health care organizations and providers, so they are compelled to take action to improve safety,” the report says.[2,pg.3]

Thus the National Academy of Medicine acknowledges that laudable motives (“First do no harm”), good intentions, years of specialized training, and voluntary compliance cannot enforce safety protocols. What works is a hefty monetary penalty.

We should all remember this the next time Congress tries to limit the opportunity for citizens to sue corporations and individuals who sell unsafe products or services, dangerous chemicals, and other hazardous technologies. Tort litigation and stiff penalties provide our best hope of limiting harmful behavior.

Resources

[1] Emily Yoffe, “Doctors Are Reminded, ‘Wash Up!’,” NEW YORK TIMES November 9, 1999, pg. F-1.

[2] Linda T. Kohn, Janet M. Corrigan, and Molla S. Donaldson, editors, TO ERR IS HUMAN; BUILDING A SAFER HEALTH SYSTEM (Washington, D.C.: National Academy Press, 1999). ISBN 0-309-06837-1.

[3] Using data from TO ERR IS HUMAN (pgs. 1 and 22), the average probability of death by medical mistake after being admitted to a hospital is: the probability of an “adverse event” caused by medical management (0.033) multiplied by the probability that the adverse event will be fatal (0.112) multiplied by the probability that the adverse event was caused by human error (0.555); so 0.033 * 0.112 * 0.555 = 0.002 = 1/500. The low death estimate for hospital deaths is 33.6E6 * 0.029 * 0.088 * 0.53 = 43,700; the high death estimate is 33.6E6 * 0.037 * 0.136 * 0.58 = 98,000.

[4] We had to make some assumptions to derive the 4% figure. TO ERR IS HUMAN, pg. 33, says 2.4 million prescriptions were improperly filled in Massachusetts in a recent year. We do not know how many total prescriptions are filled in a year in Massachusetts, but we can estimate the number this way: TO ERR IS HUMAN, pg. 27, says 2.5 billion prescriptions were filled in the U.S. in 1998. In 1998, the U.S. population was about 270 million people, so each person had 9.2 prescriptions filled (average) in 1998. In 1997, the Massachusetts population was about 2.32% of the U.S. population, so in 1998 when the U.S. population was 270 million, the Massachusetts population was probably about 6.3 million people; if each person had 9.2 prescriptions filled in 1998 then the total filled in Massachusetts was about 58 million. Therefore 2.4 million errors represent an error rate of about 4%.

 

Reprinted from Rachel’s Environmental Newsletter, which is no longer being published.


Antibiotics–Are You Drinking Them in Your Tap Water?

By Hardly Waite,  Gazette Senior Editor

Bacteria that cause everything from ear infections to pneumonia are becoming immune to antibiotics. The primary cause is over-use and misuse by doctors and patients, but significant levels of antibiotics in water supplies could compound the problem.–CBS Evening News.

    When a 15-year-old West Virginia high school student named Ashley Mulroy read an article about antibiotic pollution in European water supplies, she started wondering if the same thing might be happening the the U.S.  Ashley, doing something that it has apparently not occurred to U. S. environmental scientists to do, set out to conduct some tests for antibiotics as a school project. With the help of her mom, she took water samples from a variety of locations on the Ohio river near her home.  With no trouble at all,  she found drugs like Penicillin, Tetracycline and Vancomycin in the river water.

Her science teacher was so impressed by her work that he encouraged her to pursue the matter and her efforts eventually led to her winning the  prestigious Stockholm Junior Water Prize. Her prize-winning essay,  “Correlating Residual Antibiotic Contamination in Public Water to the Drug Resistance of Escherichia coli,”  examines how inefficient wastewater treatment processes can lead to antibiotic contamination in American waterways and, in some cases, progressive resistance among bacteria to those same antibiotics (Penicillin, Tetracycline and Vancomycin, for example) that once controlled them.

Few Americans are aware of the extent of antibiotic contamination of our waters.  This is a dark area that regulatory agencies and orthodox science have chosen to ignore.  Few Americans know, too, that a full 40%–almost half–of the antibiotics used in the United States do not go to treating human disease but are frivolously given to cattle for the purpose of fattening them rapidly and in the process fattening the profits of industrialized agribusiness.

The irony overwhelms one.  We have traded  the most potent medical tools ever developed for a few years of enhanced profits for Swift & Co

There is nothing anti-American about opposing the drive to war

Mike Marqusee
Guardian

Thursday October 4, 2001

“What’s at stake is democracy. Democracy wasn’t cancelled on the 11th of September, but democracy won’t survive if citizens turn into lemmings. If in the name of the war on terrorism President Bush hands the state over to the energy industry, it’s every patriot’s duty to join the loyal opposition.” –Bill Moyers.

Reading the fulminations against the alleged anti-Americanism of those opposed to the current drive to war, I feel I’ve come full circle. As an American teenager protesting against the butchery in Vietnam, I became accustomed to being attacked by some fellow citizens as anti-American. It always seemed frustratingly unfair. After all, we were Americans too, and so were the GIs we wanted to bring home, and wasn’t being American all about the right to entertain diverse views on our government’s policies?

Now, after 30 years abroad, I find myself in the dock once again for the thought-crime of “anti-Americanism”. This time, the charge is levelled not by US citizens, but by British liberals, including adoptive Americans such as Chris Hitchens and Salman Rushdie. I wonder what they would have said to Mahatma Gandhi, who told the people of the United States that their country was governed “by a few capitalist owners” whose “holdings cannot be sustained except by violence, veiled if not open” and that therefore “your wars will never ensure safety for democracy”. Or to Gandhi’s American disciple, Martin Luther King, who described the US government as “the greatest purveyor of violence in the world today”.

The logic of the anti-American accusation remains as curious as ever. There is no rational basis for equating opposition to the demonstrably murderous policies pursued across the globe by the US government with hostility to the people of the United States. In my experience, the current anti-war protesters are motivated by a deep response to the suffering in New York and Washington. Surely it’s the politicians and commercial interests exploiting that suffering to promote their own long-standing agendas whose respect for the dead ought to be questioned.

In some quarters, the purpose of the anti-American jibe is simply to cast aspersions on the motives of dissenters in order to evade their arguments. Elsewhere, the impulses are different. People from many lands have long engaged in a passionate romance with America. This society of extraordinary wealth and diversity, with its contradictions, beauties and savageries, exerts a powerful fascination. What disturbs me in recent effusions (including Tony Blair’s invocation of the Statue of Liberty) is the glorification of the US as some kind of unique and sacrosanct human achievement, whose flaws are merely incidental, and of no relevance to our collective response to the September 11 atrocities.

This is an overseas variant of the aggressive boosterism that has for so long disfigured American political discourse and disarmed the American people in their own democratic arena. Too many British commentators seem intoxicated by America’s affluence, and too few evince any real knowledge or concern about the conditions in which most Americans actually live. What Americans need now is a realistic understanding of their nation’s place in the world, not the self-serving myths peddled by a corporate-sponsored political elite.

Since September 11 I’ve been in constant communication with friends and family in New York and Washington and overwhelmingly they oppose their government’s response to the terror attacks. They may be in a minority but they are as American as anyone else. I’ve also been in contact with friends in the peace movement across several continents. What has struck me is that so many of these people have sought refreshment at the well-springs of American popular culture, from soul music to Star Trek, and found inspiration in American social movements, from civil rights to gay liberation. Like the baseball lovers in Cuba and Nicaragua, they have no trouble distinguishing between a people’s culture and its government. They share an understanding that there is no monolithic America that one can reasonably be “pro” or “anti”. They reject the dangerous assumption that there is a single essence that defines a particular society, nation or culture. That delusion is the common ground between Bush, Bin Laden and the knee-jerk commentators who have fallen back on the charge of anti-Americanism.

Recent events have sent me scuttling back to one of my boyhood heroes, the peculiarly American writer Henry David Thoreau. In 1845, in protest against the US’s war with Mexico – a war of conquest driven by greed and jingoism – Thoreau refused to pay taxes and spent a night in jail. He explained his action in an essay entitled Civil Disobedience (it influenced both Gandhi and King). Thoreau urged America to “cherish its wise minority”. And argued that when “a whole country is unjustly overrun and conquered by a foreign army, and subjected to military law, I think it is not too soon for honest men to rebel and revolutionise. What makes this duty the more urgent is the fact that the country so overrun is not our own, but ours is the invading army”.

Mike Marqusee is author of Redemption Song: Muhammad Ali and the Spirit of the Sixties (Verso)

Reproduced courtesy of The Guardian.