65th Birthday Manifesto
- At November 26, 2017
- By drynick
- In Reflections
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Medicare, Lipitor,
baby aspirin please.
Don’t forget: zipper up,
phone, wallet and keys.
Sixty-five, still alive;
running now on fumes.
Yet to come, worrisome;
the piper plays the tune.
Still I’ll dance with tattered pants,
shameless far and near.
Too old to care when others stare,
I’ll find new freedom here.
Speaking the Truth About My Father
- At November 17, 2017
- By drynick
- In Reflections
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1. One of the disturbing and hopeful sign amidst the many difficulties of our present world condition has been the continuing parade of revelations about the sexual predation of men in power. The assaults reported seem to have occurred in almost every sector of our society: from religion to entertainment, from sports to politics, and within the confines of the nuclear family itself. Wherever men have held power over others, some of them have used it to gratify their sexual desire.
I suppose this should not be a surprise. The drive to procreate is one of our great biological urgencies. When our species was young, the men who did not really really want to have sex were the ones who lost out in the competition for mates and offspring. Therefore we did not inherit their less urgent genetic coding. And piled on top of this primal drive, our western culture is the perfect Petri dish of conditions for sexual assault: the intensely cultivated myth of muscular individualism (a recipe for loneliness) and the aggressive media campaign of hyper-commercialized, commodified sexuality as the answer to whatever ails you.
I write this not to make excuses for my father’s actions, but to put into context what I am about to reveal. My father was not a bad man, but what he did brought great and continuing harm to victims and to those around him.
2. My recently deceased father was a caring and somewhat charismatic minister turned therapist. He was also one of those sexual predators who we have been learning about, though it was never public knowledge. He confessed to me, one sunny afternoon in the late summer several decades before his death. We were walking on the bank by a small stream when he told me that he had had sex with young women when he was in his thirties and forties and was married to my Mom, his first wife. I was shocked but not surprised. He had always been strangely close to teenage girls and the circumstances of his divorce from my Mom were convoluted at best.
My response to his confession was to tell him that what he did was deeply wrong; both the violation of his marriage vows and the inappropriateness of the age difference. He admitted to bad judgment, but defended his actions by saying ‘I was so lonely I wanted to die. Would you rather I had killed myself?’ He was ashamed and defensive, all at the same time. I didn’t press him for details. What good would it be to know the sordid details of what was in the past and so clearly wrong already? He was in his early 60’s when he confessed to me. At the time, I thought he was genuinely repentant, but now I’m not so sure.
I was troubled by his confession, but wasn’t sure what to do. In the end, I decided to do nothing. I believed that the events had happened were in the past. I thought he was telling me the truth. I was also strangely honored that he would share this terrible secret with me, that I would chosen for this complicated intimacy.
I was wrong on every count.
Wrong, first in thinking that these events were in the past. To my knowledge, he never sexually assaulted another young woman after this time, but I have come to see that these sexual predations are never over. The consequences of these events in the lives of the victims and perpetrators are deeply traumatic and continue through their whole lives.
I learned this first from one of my stepsisters, the adopted daughter of my father’s second marriage. I was never a part of that family and she and her sisters had cut off all contact with my father shortly after their mother died. I vaguely knew this was because of my father’s inappropriateness, but I had no idea the extent of his predation until I got in touch with my stepsister two days after my father’s death.
In the course of the conversation, she told me the story of her ongoing assault and rape at his hands while she was in high school. My stepsister herself had repressed these horrific memories until she was in her twenties and beset with debilitating panic attacks while in medical school. I was shocked and horrified to hear her stories. They made sense in the context what my father had alluded to, but the duration and the actual conditions of his abuse were far beyond what I could ever have imagined. What my father had confessed to me was only a shadow of the real truth.
In speaking with my stepsister, I realized, for the first time, the terrible and ongoing impact of his actions on her. I listened as well as I could. I was thankful that she would tell me the truth and told her how sorry I was that my father had done such terrible things to her. I also said how sorry I was that I had not asked more of my father and had not reached out to her when I first heard. She was thankful for my listening and said it made a difference just to be heard and believed.
Through listening to my stepsister’s story, I have begun to understand some of the struggles that victims of sexual abuse have throughout their lives. This was all brought back to me last week in reading Diana Nyad’s amazing and courageous article, ‘My Life After Sexual Assault’, that appeared in the NY Times. Nyad speaks not just of the terror and confusion of the assault itself, but of how these events have impacted her vision of her self and the world around her all her life. How the struggle goes on.
My other mistake in response to my father’s confession was to keep it secret. I did tell my wife, and eventually my daughter. I also, very belatedly had a conversation with his third wife. But now I see how I could have done more. I thought the events were in the past and there was nothing that could change what had already happened. What good would his public humiliation do? I didn’t want him to be subject to the fury our hypocritical society has for those who commit sex crimes and certainly didn’t want him to go to jail.
I see now that my silence was a kind of collusion with his original crimes. This silence was a continuing pain for his victims who could not tell their story—could not have their truth acknowledged. Part of the violence of these sexual violations is the silence that must be maintained after the assault. This silence is coerced with the lie of the ‘specialness of our relationship’ or the threat of what will happen if the truth comes out. I should have held him more accountable to face the impact of his actions–to confess and make amends to these women who he had used so selfishly for his own ends.
But the silence was also destructive for my Dad. I don’t think he was ever able to come to terms himself with what he had done. He never went beyond a shame and fear of public humiliation. I have come to see that this is very different from a true confession, acknowledgement of harm done and willingness to attempt to atone for what he had done. Though he never could have made up for what he did, there might have been some healing for his victims and for himself in at least bring it out into the open with honesty and remorse.
Though there were never any real public consequences for his actions, my father lived the last decades of his life in fear and a consuming, but barely acknowledged, guilt. The possibility of public humiliation and even criminal charges dogged him all his life. He used to tell me that he thought he was forgiven. But through the last years of his life my father suffered from nearly debilitating depression and frequent night terrors. On the last morning of his life, he was terribly agitated at one point and said ‘We need to protect the children. We have to make sure they are safe.’
He was right, but he was never able to make the connection that one way to do this might have been for him to be honest about what he had done. And in this, I was complicit.
My telling this story publicly now is not to defame his memory, but to have the truth be known, both for his victims and for others who are perpetrators and victims, that they might not be alone in their suffering and that we, all of us, might protect the children.
3. Now that we are beginning to unearth and name some of the violence that has been done by men in power, what do we do? Here are some of the questions that we need to explore:
- How do we honor and support the victims in their life-long journey of healing?
- How do we deal with the perpetrators in a way that holds them accountable and also acknowledges their humanity?
- What are the root causes of sexual violence and how can we begin to address them?
- Can we teach our young boys to allow themselves the full range of emotional connection so it’s not a choice between sex and desperate loneliness?
- Can we begin to take action against a commercial culture that exploits and objectifies women to sell its endless products?
- Can we find new ways to honor the power, intimacy and delight of sexuality as an integral part of our lives?
The good news is that the tacit acceptance of sexual abuse by men in power is being challenged across our culture. We are beginning to hold ourselves accountable to protect those who are vulnerable and even white men in positions of power are no longer immune to the consequences of their actions.
Remembered Mornings
- At November 16, 2017
- By drynick
- In Reflections
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I still remember gathering
up the small, warm body
of my infant daughter
in my arms when she was crying.
Just being held was
often miraculously enough
to soothe her waking
into the mystery of a new day.
Sometimes a change
of diaper was also required,
sometimes her mother’s
breast too, but nothing
complicated or existential;
just the reality of connection,
comfort and nourishment.
What a gift it was to me,
her father; to hold this
precious wailing life and
to somehow be enough
to calm her anxious soul.
In truth, I could not tell
who was doing
the soothing.
November Waking
- At November 15, 2017
- By drynick
- In Reflections
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Each morning I am
born again into
the still darkness.
Momentarily defenseless,
I come to my senses
in confusion and wonder.
Who am I now?
What am I to do?
Who will protect me?
Finally Cold
- At November 10, 2017
- By drynick
- In Reflections
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The cold is coming. At last.
Yesterday we had the first real frost of the year—almost two months after our average frost date. Tonight, the temperatures will drop below twenty Fahrenheit. A sudden change from the mild Autumn we’ve be having that has so far been the warmest on record for New England. While I appreciate temperate weather and the possibilities it brings for playing in the garden, walking in the woods and just sitting outdoors on the porch, this warmth is too much. These are scary times.
It feels counter intuitive to say that we need the cold. The winters here in Worcester can be quite harsh. You have to be careful when the temperature is low and the wind is strong. Frostbite can come quickly, even in the city. But we’re all, the humans and the plants and the houses, reasonably well adapted to these particular conditions.
The trees drop their leaves and stand in graceful silhouette. The ground freezes down a foot or two and holds everything in an icy embrace of darkness. Even the koi in the Temple pond seem content to remain nearly motionless in their fish cave below the ice. And we humans can perhaps enjoy our cozy houses and the excuse to watch a little more TV or read another book that’s been sitting on our bookshelf for too long.
In August, I had the great good fortune of flying over Greenland on a crystal clear day. Melissa and I were flying home after leading a ten-day meditation retreat in Denmark and I happened to open my window at just the right time. I had never before seen the vast beauty of the snow fields and the flowing glaciers so clearly. Having read so much about the concern of the melting ice mass, I was conscious of their fragility even as their grandeur and scale were breathtaking.
This astonishing and ever-changing planet.
This dire crisis.
This precious life.
Good News!
- At November 09, 2017
- By drynick
- In Reflections
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Good news at the polls yesterday. Democrats gained ground in New Jersey, Virginia and many other places. I was especially heartened by the results of the governor’s race in Virginia where Ralph Northam defeated his Republican opponent, Ed Gillespie by a significant margin. For the most part of his career, Gillespie has apparently been fairly moderate and was reluctant to support Trump and his excesses. But during the last months of the governor’s race, Gillespie began the immigrant bashing and touting a Confederate nostalgia that are Trump’s signature call to white supremacists and other hate mongers. AND HE LOST!
Republicans in Congress, whom I continue to try to assume are decent and well-meaning human beings, are faced with an impossible situation. Anyone who has the courage to stand up to Trump’s lies or to name his wild narcissism (thank you Jeff Flake) are immediately attacked by the furies of the white nationalist hate movement. Trump shows loyalty only to himself. Even though he supported Gillespie during the election, the moment Gillespie lost, Trump abandoned and attacked him. No honor among thieves.
Writing this, I’m aware of how satisfying it is to be right and to have my version of reality supported in the stories I read and the stories I tell. I am suspicious of myself, and yet I am still heartened by the turn of events at the polls this past Tuesday. For me, these results signal an awakening of forces of moderation and inclusiveness over Trumps dark cabal of hate and fear.
One more heartening story from the NYTimes Editorial this morning:
In January, a local New Jersey Republican politician, John Carman, mocked the anti-Trump Women’s March by asking on Facebook whether the protest would be “over in time for them to cook dinner.” That so upset Ashley Bennett, a 32-year-old health care worker, that she challenged Mr. Carman for his seat on the Atlantic County Board of Chosen Freeholders. “Elected officials shouldn’t be on social media mocking and belittling people who are expressing their concerns about their community and the nation,” she said during her campaign. If Mr. Carman does it again, it will be as a private citizen. Ms. Bennett defeated him on Tuesday.
May we all continue to do whatever we can to stand up for all human dignities as we learn to honor each piece of this global web of interdependent life.
The Morning After
- At November 08, 2017
- By drynick
- In Reflections
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When I wrote yesterday morning, I didn’t make the connection that it was the anniversary of Trump’s election. This morning, one year ago was when I woke up to the news that Clinton had lost. I have rarely been as shocked and truly scared for my life and freedoms as I was that morning. I remember getting back into bed and holding my wife as I cried.
Fortunately, my worst fears have not come true yet. Trump’s incompetence has been one of the silver linings in the dark cloud of his administration. His inability to focus on any one strategic issue outside for himself has meant that while he has been wildly successful at creating chaos, his legislative victories have been nearly non-existent.
But Trump’s appointments of the rich, elite and under-qualified to cabinet level posts has been a huge blow to the working of our government – the EPA, HUD, Education Department are all headed by individuals with little experience and with philosophic enmity to the mission of their agencies. Some commentators have suggested that Trump’s only agenda is to tear down what Obama put in place with has no coherent idea what to replace them with. Animosity toward Obama’s legacy seems to be his guiding principle.
David Brooks, Republican commentator from the New York Times, suggested that Trump is playing the role of Abby Hoffman, who successfully disrupted business as usual in the 60’s with his antics. Hoffman, Brooks posits, had the easy job of disruptor and took no interest or responsibility for the outcomes. Trump’s Twitter ramblings and personal attacks are both embarrassing behavior for any grown-up and quite effective disruptors.
One principle I often share in my work with leaders of organizations is that a system is capable of fundamental change only when it is far from equilibrium. This is the good news and the bad news. Here in America, we are now certainly far from equilibrium and there is no guarantee which direction the change will take.
Reconsidering Trump
- At November 07, 2017
- By drynick
- In Reflections
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A friend asked me why I haven’t been posting any writing recently. Though I have lots of reasons, I suspect that some of the main issues are my feelings of anger, discouragement and helplessness about the state of our country.
Last November at this time I was regularly writing about my outrage and confusion at Trump’s election. A year later I still can’t quite believe that our country is led by a man who is leads by deceit, intimidation and fear mongering. Of course, these strategies have been employed by politicians and others seeking power, money and sex for millenia. But our current President and his administration have taken them to new levels that threaten to undermine our capacity to hold meaningful conversations about what is actually happening around us.
Any news or report that Trump doesn’t like is labeled ‘fake news.’ Uncomfortable questions at news briefings are simply ignored or mocked. But, even worse for me is the acquiescence of the Republican Congress that appears to be more interested in scoring political points than in protecting us from the unpredictable and mendacious behavior of the President.
In reading accounts of the rise of McCarthy in the fifties, I never understood how one person could get away with a career of lies and malicious innuendos—why no one stood up to stop him. But now I see how individuals like McCarthy and Trump can utilize the dark currents of human greed, anger and ignorance to accumulate personal power and wealth.
Trump IS our President and he rides atop the dark currents of racism, sexism and economic oppression that have been as much a part of our American history as our democracy, equality under the law and respect for the individual.
How do we use this time in history to recognize and begin to heal the ancient wounds of our country? How do we use our privilege to stand for something more than comfort and division? How do we keep our hearts open AND act powerfully together to support the mutuality of our fragile web of life on this blue-green planet?
What shall we do?
Follow David!