Are You Now or Have You Ever Been. . .

PRENTER,  APPALACHIAN WEST VIRGINIA. 1950. A young, pregnant woman sits in the living room of her home, one of only five houses in the county with indoor plumbing and electricity. She is a registered nurse; her husband, company doctor. Together they make  house calls, keep office hours and manage the practice. “The company” is a coal mine.

The doctor’s house is the second largest in the row of the privileged five. The other houses that have light and sanitation belong to the company manager (the largest house), the two school teachers, and the Presbyterian minister. His church sits at the top of the dirt road. The road turns right abruptly towards the two-room schoolhouse a few yards beyond the doctor’s place.

Across the dirt road,  running parallel to it, the run-off from the coal mine makes a filthy black creek in a roadside ditch. Beyond that, again parallel, is the county road– one  paved lane lined with huge old magnolia trees on one side and a hill on tbe other. The narrow bridge from “the main road” crosses the ditch up near the church.

The woman, Ann, sits on a bright yellow, leather-covered hassock about four feet in diameter, watching the only television in the county, its nine-inch screen flickering black, white and grey. Today, she is wearing a green maternity blouse with a white collar over a white skirt. Her red-brown hair is swept up in a curly ponytail, tied with a narrow white ribbon.   She holds a baby on her lap.

The baby, a girl, is just under two years old, alert and wide-eyed. She is as fascinated by the box as her mother. She sees the little hammer. She hears the Clack! Clack! Clack! and the  men’s voices, shouting at each other– all coming from the box. She feels her mother’s frustration, her anger, her rage. Now Mama talks to the screen, furious with the shouting men. The baby feels her mother’s passion, absorbs it, learns it, right there, in that moment.

In 1976 the baby, now grown up, is a publicist at the University of California. She writes a press release for Are You Now or Have You Ever Been?, a play about the House  Un-American Activities Committee (HUAC), which began in the 1930s and did not end until well into the 1960s. The dialogue is taken word-for-word from the records of the  hearings. She looks at production photographs, reads portions of the play. She interviews  the director. During this conversation, in a sudden, blinding flash, the detailed memory of  sitting on her mother’s lap, watching the proceedings on television, springs forth. It  remains her earliest childhood memory over 50 years later.

The Last Time I Saw Kathie

©2008 Ramona K. Silipo. All rights reserved.

This was the third time I’d met Kathie at a café between our houses. Her son Raphael, twelve, was in school. I calmed myself. I didn’t want to get angry.

“My God!” People looked, but I couldn’t help it.  She had a sutured gash above her left eye. With tremendous effort, I lowered my voice. “Did Robert do that?”

“Yeah.” She sighed. No tears, no emotion at all. “I asked Raphael about the dirty magazines. They were his, not Raphael’s. I asked him to keep them at the office and not bring them home. He said he’ll have whatever he wants in his house.” Almost a recitation.

The anger pushed like a fist from my gut upward, nearly choked me. I wanted to scream at her. But with iron self-control, I said, “You’ve got to leave.”

“We’re married. We work together. He pays for everything. I can’t leave.” Her voice was flat, lifeless.

I pushed. “Stay with us as long as you need to.”

“It would be months,” she mumbled.

“That’s OK.”

“It’s too complicated. Raphael’s school is here, and his friends. . . “

”Stay with us,” I repeated, choking back my rage.“I’ll lend you money. I’ll support you however I can if you get out now. I can’t support you if you don’t leave.” Saying it almost killed me, but I was powerless to help her if she couldn’t help herself at least that much.

She stood up and  pulled her sweater tighter around herself. “Then I guess we’re not friends any more.” She left.

My objective is to write fiction that feels completely real –snapshots of life, fleeting moments of insight, unexpected realizations– that sort of thing. I hope you enjoy reading these brief stories.

Violent Anger: Is it “in a Normal Range of Emotions?”

©2008, RK Silipo. All rights reserved.

Recently I happened to meet a psychiatrist who believes that violent anger and violent behaviour are  “in a normal range of emotions.” Her view was that people who do not lash out violently are actually somehow lacking in their range of emotional responses; that the absence of violence is abnormal. As usual in this kind of unexpected encounter, I thought of half a dozen things to say in reply afterward.

I’ve been thinking about it quite a lot since then. I’ve been thinking what an unlivable world we would live in, if what she says were true. People who lash out, hit and kick and stab and shoot and carry out countless angry violent acts would be acceptable. If her assertion were correct, it would be those of us who eschew violence, who try to find other ways of expressing and dissipating anger, who were considered odd, and the wanton bullies who were considered normal. I wonder, would murder be considered normal in this world?

I think she is wrong. I completely reject her premise. To me, any violence is an unacceptable way to express anger. Violence is not only physical, but also verbal and emotional. In fact, the latter are potentially more psychologically damaging, and often have longer-term and more debilitating effects than physical violence.

I felt this way long before I became a Quaker, and it is one of the reasons that Quakerism appealed to me. Quaker faith and practice have become the core of the way I choose to live. My husband isn’t a member of a Quaker meeting, but he learned Quaker ethics when he lived in Friends International Centre (London) while he was a student. In fact, even earlier, in his teens, he had learned the yogic ethical code and chosen to live by it. The yogic code holds the view that violence in any form, physical or otherwise, is proscribed. The Quaker Testimony is that we work to remove all occasion of violence, including anger. So my husband and I put these precepts into practice.

If you know anything about the Religious Society of Friends (doubtful in itself as we do not proselytize much), it would most likely be something about the Testimony of Peace. People generally understand this to be opposition to war. But it is much broader than that. It also encompasses more than the well known passive resistance taught and practiced by Mahatma Gandhi and Martin Luther King, Jr. (although both were aware of Quaker thought and practice).

The Peace Testimony is an all-enveloping concept which imbues all aspects of ethical living. It means that we choose in daily life, in every instance, to try to avoid violence. Since Quakerism is a non creedal religion, individuals commit to various levels of living the testimonies, but virtually all Friends commit themselves to live the Peace Testimony.

So screaming matches, door slamming, threats, withdrawal of affection, the silent treatment and other fairly common acts of emotional/psychological manipulation and domestic violence are rare in Quaker homes. Quakers avoid confrontational behavior and instead try to make a habit of simply expressing anger, then moving on to ways to dissipate it.

Expressing anger, that is, saying outright, “This makes me angry,” and then letting go of it, is completely in the spirit of a non violent life choice. It is the way we try to handle anger. Of course we don’t always completely succeed, but neither do we commit frequent acts of violence–verbal, emotional or physical.

Several years ago I learned a method of dealing with anger called the Peace Empowerment Process© (PEP), including the Blueprint of Emotional Wisdom© and can now teach these techniques. This process reveals that anger is virtually always a mask or an outward manifestation of a deeper, hidden emotion. People learn the techniques to look under the anger and identify the underlying emotions: fear, disappointment, grief or guilt. By finding the true emotion and dealing with it, we remove the reason for the anger.

When the process is learned, it can become almost automatic in moments of anger. The PEP demonstrably reduced violence (including bullying) levels in classrooms where it was taught to children, especially ages nine to fourteen, but also through high school age. I practice the PEP whenever I need to deal with anger. (See Creativity in the Lion’s Den: Releasing Our Children from Violence, by Carolyna Marks, and go to www.wwfp.org for more details.)

I have also been interested in forgiveness studies for many years, and before I left  California I completed the intensive forgiveness seminars at Stanford University.  Dr. Fred Luskin, founder of Stanford’s Forgiveness Project, gave me permission to teach Forgive for Good© workshops in the UK.

The catch phrase for his seminars is  “Forgiveness is giving up all hope for a better past.” That is, we cannot change the past, and in order to move forward and grow emotionally, we must let go of it. His research shows that holding on to resentment, pain or anger is literally bad for physical as well as psychological and emotional health. (See www.learningtoforgive.com.)

My personal feeling is that anger is wasted energy; and stewing in anger, resentment or revenge fantasies only serves to make people unhappy.

Man-less Pregnancy! (and More!) in Herland

Herland, by Charlotte Perkins Gilman is a book ‘way ahead of its time. Women, particularly young women, will recognize themselves –their thoughts, ideals, dreams for themselves and the world. Men, particularly men born after1960, will scoff at the narrator’s attitudes. Although the premise is a classic hidden utopia tale, there are more than enough plot twists and turns to keep you reading to the end.

Although this is a serious, very thoughtful novel about an all-woman country, Gilman writes with a wicked sense of humour. The book is full of hilarious moments, not least because they are couched in the observations of a twenty-something man of his time (1915). The story never strays from from the important issues Gilman is addressing through her imaginary women’s country, but it’s told with the wisdom of a light touch.

Just a couple of quotes, my favourites from many flagged pages–

[In the context of a courtship in which he can't smooth things over with flowers:]

When a man has nothing to give a woman, is dependent wholly on his personal attraction, his courtship is under limitations.

[In comparing the world's idea of patriotism with the peaceful and productive Herland:]

Patriotism, red hot, is compatible with the existence of a neglect of national interests, a dishonesty, a cold indifference to the suffering of millions. Patriotism is largely pride, and very largely combativeness. Patriotism generally has a chip on is shoulder.

This book is a quick, enjoyable read, a story that fascinates and entertains and makes you think all at the same time. The Shangri-La, lost world elements will appeal to science fiction afficionados as well as fantasy fans. Intelligent teenagers will find it a fun read that also challenges some of their assumptions.

I have a Dover Books Thrift Edition, which was cheap and is very sturdily bound. I’m sure there are editions with critical introductions, discussion topics, etc. available, but I like my Dover Books edition. You can buy it directly from Dover at http://store.doverpublications.com/

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