Ted Bundy and James Dobson: Cheek to Cheek

At some mystical level, the two deserve each other. One is a cold-blooded, heartless con man, a swindler, a deceiver on a grand scale. The other is Theodore Bundy, the man who may have killed 28 women.

You should read the interview. It has that kind of coy, self-deception of an interview with a politician conducted by a friendly “journalist”. The two know exactly what each other wants and needs, but they want to make sure they dip together, and don’t pump their elbows too energetically: this is not a polka.

Dobson wants a celebrity endorsement for his belief that all that ails America today is sexual liberation. Bundy wants to convince somebody, anybody that he is not as evil as, well, that man in the mirror. He carefully asserts, early in the interview, that he is not blaming pornography for his evil misdeeds. Oh no– that would be unseemly. That would be to expose himself (and Dobson, allegedly an expert on psychology) to ridicule. But, just a few paragraphs later, Bundy claims to have had a normal, healthy upbringing (including church attendance) until he encountered porn magazines at a corner store, which eventually drove him into a sexual frenzy. But, no, it wasn’t the porn.

Dobson generally looks foolish and tightly asinine at the best of times but he never looks more like an ass or a fool than here as he nods solemnly at Bundy while credulously affirming the “normal upbringing” shtick. The truth is known: Bundy was born out of wedlock in a home for unwed mothers at a time when society had nothing but contempt for such women. Some feel he may have been fathered by his maternal grandfather, who had a violent temper and “dared to discipline”, and was abusive to his grand mother and mother. He was raised as if he and his mother were brother and sister. He was active in a Methodist church and the Boy Scouts. In high school, he was a loner and an introvert and a thief. Dobson probably feels that the Boy Scout involvement was a positive indicator.

In spite of the fact that Ted Bundy was a ruthless serial rapist and killer and an extraordinarily good liar, Dobson attributes a kind of expertise and authority to him. It reminds me of when Canadian serial killer Clifford Olsen announced he was in favor of the death penalty and some conservatives cheered it as if this was an endorsement of some kind.

Dobson sounds a little thrilled. He points out that Bundy didn’t invite any other reporter, oh no, for his last interview. Even celebrity killers are celebrities, and Dobson is known to drop names and brag about his meetings and phone calls from powerful Republicans. Powerful Republicans and Ted Bundy.

Bundy claims a conversion experience but it has been noted that he never came clean about all the killings or revealed the location of any more bodies after his “conversion”. There are good reasons to believe the “conversion” was a last-ditch effort to try to win clemency. There are good reasons to believe that a genuinely repentant Bundy would have had some news for the cops: these are the other women I murdered. Here is where their bodies are located. These families will now know the truth of what happened to their children. So either you believe that the police had a perfect record in Bundy’s case and correctly attributed every last victim (I doubt the police themselves believe that), or Bundy’s conversion was just one more con.

I believe that Bundy, by the time his execution was imminent, was not going to dispute any of the facts– he knew that would not further his only aim at that point– to save his own life.

A converted Bundy might have accepted that what he did was deserving of death. But this Bundy coyly invites the families of the victims to forgive him, because his death won’t bring any of the victims back. He claims he is on a mission to do some good: to teach America that porn turns otherwise morally healthy young men into frenzied sex killers.

Either way, it doesn’t surprise me that James Dobson is utterly credulous.

He must have the same expression on his face when George Bush tells him that his real agenda is to restore America to Godly virtues, stop abortion, and affirm traditional marriage.


Impure Intimacy: Dobson
Interviews Bundy

Oh, we are so glib, so ready to believe…. Kimberly Leach disappeared from her school on February 9, 1978. Bundy was charged with her murder, pled not guilty by reason of insanity, lost, and was convicted of her murder in 1980 and executed January 24, 1989.

Only one witness, Clarence Anderson, “saw” Bundy take Kimberly, and he only recalled seeing it in July, 1978, after the enormous publicity of the missing girl, and after seeing Bundy on TV identified as a suspect. The only other evidence? The infamous matching fibers!

If you are convinced by this, I can get you a job as a prosecutor in pretty well any state in the union.

His memory of the event was extremely thin. Given what we now know about wrongful convictions, it is rather chilling to read that according to some reports, he could not recall any specific details about the man he saw, his age, whether he had a beard or a sports shirt, and so forth. However, after hypnosis (!), provided, helpfully, by the police, he was able to recall such details, and even the exact date of the event. This testimony was actually allowed in court.

This conviction was a joke.

The Florida Supreme Court said that Anderson’s testimony was crucial to the case for the prosecution– the only evidence that linked Bundy directly to the kidnapping of Kimberly Leach.

Okay– maybe you believe in hypnosis. I don’t. Burden of proof? You will not find any scientific evidence anywhere that hypnosis works. You might as well tell me they consulted an astrologer.

The Florida Supreme Court, by the way, agreed with me about the value of hypnosis, but then ruled, bizarrely, that the error of using hypnosis didn’t matter.  They pretty well said, “We think it would be very satisfying to execute him anyway.”

Well, this is the American injustice system.

Anderson did not have any specific details that would have made his testimony convincing without the hypnosis. So, magically, he acquires those details and a jury is convinced. The main problem here is that there was wide publicity about both the crime and the suspect before Anderson came forward– his “enhanced” testimony lacked the one element that could have made it even remotely convincing: the disclosure of new facts that could be independently verified.

The Supreme Court eventually ruled that the evidence given by Anderson before hypnosis was probably compelling enough to convict Bundy without the crucial details.

If you still think the Supreme Court is comprised of the most astute legal minds in the country…. well, I don’t know. Maybe you’re right. Maybe they’re just like anybody else: occasionally really stupid.

Everybody, by then, wanted Bundy executed.

The only other evidence in the Leach case was the infamous “matching fibers” for which forensic chemist Joyce Gilchrist is now so famous. Do they match? Do you want them to match? By golly, yes they do.

Anyway, did Bundy actually kill Kimberly Leach? I doubt we’ll ever know for sure. Bundy allegedly “confessed” near the end of his life, but his confession was conspicuous for the fact that he did not identify any victims the police did not already know about, and conspicuous for the way they served the only possible purpose from Bundy’s point of view: to try to win a stay of execution.

I would have voted “not guilty” because of the hypnosis, but also because Bundy had never been known to target girls that young (Leach was 12– no other known victim was younger than 17). There was a reasonable doubt. It didn’t matter to the jury or the police by then. It was part of the ceremony, that someone should pay, so everyone could give their speeches, raise money for their campaigns, indulge in hypocritical outrage and apoplectic fury.

Iraq: The Return on Investment

The United States is pouring billions of dollars into Iraq. It has decided that of all the things in the world it could spend billions of dollars on, it will spend these billions on making life better for the average Iraqi, by removing an evil dictator and turning their country into a thriving capitalist democracy.

The result of all this, as reporters have long noticed: the average Iraqi hates America. When U.S. soldiers drive down the streets on patrol, they are greeted with fearful faces. When the Americans react to a bomb attack by shooting everyone on the street, including a just married 16-year-old, an infant, and an old man, and then declares that they behaved exactly as they were trained and would do it again…. The average Iraqi, if he was in a generous mood, could be excused for thinking to himself, “well, they’re not very good at this are they?”

Never was less achieved with more money. Really– I can’t think of anything that cost more but achieved less. The closest second I can think of is the former Shah of Iran’s coronation party, which helped lay the foundation for the overthrow of the Shah, the taking of American hostages, the revolutionary government in Tehran, war between Iran and Iraq, U.S. assistance to Iraq (yes, to Saddam Hussein), the invasion of Kuwait, and so on and so on. Now: here we are.

The average 10-year-old could do better with this money than George Bush did. The average 10-year-old, given billions of dollars, would buy everyone in Iraq a flat-panel TV screen and a Play-station. And everyone in Iraq would love America. They’d all be watching American Idol. They would, like American Christians, pay outward respect to their religion, bow and pray and mumble the sacred verses, and then get back to the Mario Brothers as quickly as possible.

We took away their government and police forces and started a civil war between two different religious groups which, under Saddam Hussein, had been getting along fairly well.  (Even Christians were tolerated under Saddam.)  We smacked the hornet’s nest and can’t control anything. We’ve installed a government that is quietly complicit with Shiite death squads and can’t wait for us to leave so they can finish the job properly.

Yet Richard Perle stumbles along in a bizarre documentary shown on PBS the other night insisting that all is well. Didn’t you know it would take ten, twenty years to stabilize Iraq? Oh– sorry, we forgot to tell you. Actually, there was no need to tell you– it is necessary for the survival of America that certain leaders who understand the true nature of the world occasionally need to exercise leadership in undemocratic fashion, in order to preserve our incredibly precious freedoms and liberties.

John McCain, George Bush, Condoleeza Rice– all still on board. Rudolph Giuliani? Invading Iraq was a great idea! It was so great, I’d do it again.

In an sane world, I would add here: I am not making this up.


The Americans are building the biggest embassy in the history of the entire world in Baghdad. Yes it is. This is something the government of Iraq badly wants: a great big hulking U.S. embassy in the middle of Baghdad, full of all kinds of rooms and offices and who knows what, just waiting to offer friendly assistance to any weary American traveler who might have lost his visa or immunization records.

This investment is a little bizarre. Iraq is free, in theory, to elect any government it wants. One would think that a rational person might conclude– especially given the poor performance of the American military in pacifying Iraq– that the chances of the population of Iraq electing a pro-American government are at best 50-50. What if the next democratically, freely elected government of Iraq decides it doesn’t want a big role for the U.S. in it’s affairs, and doesn’t want this hulking embassy sitting there…


What the heck is going on with PBS? Who is in control there? Why are they showing these absolutely bizarre fake documentaries on Richard Perle? Why, in heaven’s name, are they censoring words like “shit” out of movies like “All the President’s Men”? God help us– the inquisitors seem to be in charge!

[2022-05: probably explanation:  PBS, constantly under criticism by Republicans and conservatives, wished to make a gesture of non-partisanship by running a flattering documentary of a right wing Republican bureaucrat.]


They really should have put Karl Rove in charge of Iraq. He would have found a way to get the Shiites to overthrow Saddam, put the Sunni’s back in charge, then slaughter them all and blame it on the Kurds. Someone some where would have profited from this.

Donald Miller: Blue Like Disappointed

“Blue Like Jazz” is another one of those books by an evangelical Christian that describes a long, exotic path through an allegedly real and intellectually credible world encountering various challenges to Christian culture that ends up– eureka!–  exactly where it began, in a traditional, evangelical Christian faith. The message is– I am like you. I have the same standards for intellectual and scientific credibility that you thinking people do. I have just as low a threshold of tolerance for bullshit, deceit, distortion, and glibness as you do. And I know that many high-profile evangelists appear to be smarmy corrupt charlatans. And by golly, that don’t mean that what they’re preaching is wrong….

Donald Miller may not be conservative politically, but his discussion of Christianity itself, what belief means, who Jesus was, and how God operates in the world, is alarmingly like Billy Graham’s. In fact, I doubt the two would really find much to disagree about, even if Miller once protested against Bush. I can see “Uncle Billy” smiling indulgently and saying, “shucks, you young folk! Why, I’m glad you’re concerned about global warming. It’s better than having promiscuous sex.”

In fact, it’s quite striking how conventional his faith life is. He goes on and on about how he re-examines some major political or psychological idea and turns it upside down and learns that he is so humble that he was very mistaken when he had previously thought he was not humble enough.

If the issue is that most evangelicals don’t really have the passion to really live out the requirements of their beliefs… he’s scaring me. That is precisely what makes some evangelicals most like Jihadists: the absolute conviction that we are right, because God told us we were right, and nobody else can prove otherwise, and therefore we must take control, for God.

But Miller doesn’t really discuss the content of his faith very much. He talks a lot about going to church or not going to church and tithing or not tithing and how he hangs around with people who cuss and watch “South Park”, leaving one to wonder why he even accepts the idea that he should tithe. It might be a perfectly good idea. It might be an irrelevant relic of a completely different time and place. But he doesn’t explain why, other than to say that God wants him to. How does he know this? Because his friend Rick tells him? How does Rick know? What authority decreed this? Well, of course, probably scripture. But here we get a blank: how does he know what scripture means? Any searching intellect would ask these questions.

Why does Donald Miller’s brain seem to suddenly lose it’s curiosity when it comes to actually discussing the content of faith?

Miller seems to regard an evangelical faith as something hermetic and isolated. You either accept it or you don’t. That appears to me to based on the assumption that the Christian faith is a mysterious but insular little thing that is not affected by your actual behavior. Or is it that your faith is not necessarily indicated by your actual behavior?


10 Real Issues Donald Miller doesn’t deal with
in “Blue Like Jazz”:

1. Is the bible “infallible”? If it is, what does that mean? Should we stone adulteresses?

2. How do you know that a “good” humanist is going to hell, while you’re going to heaven?

3. Is there a hell? How do you know? Where on earth did you find out about it? Who told you? How do you know it’s true? Do you accept everything you are told without question?  (There is no hell: go back to your bible and research the issue.  Even most serious Christian apologists acknowledge that the concept of “hell” came from the Greeks, not from the Old Testament or the gospels.)

4. I’m curious about why you find Bush’s foreign policy something you can question, but not the virgin birth? What is the difference? Both involve tantalizing, ecstatic conceptions and then the pain of passing something impossibly large through a tiny factual reality. We will all require stitches.

5. Does God work miracles today, here and now? Should you pray for specific things you want?

6. At one point, Miller describes how, after his friend Rick persuaded him to start tithing, no matter how much money he was making, he suddenly started making more money.  Oh no– seriously?  Was this God answering prayer? Earthly reward for piety? Coincidence?

 


Donald Miller sees “Romeo and Juliet” with a girl and spoils the effect of the evening by observing that Romeo and Juliet were actually dead at the end of the play.

I think he meant to suggest that he himself was above the kind of sophomoric wisdom of Shakespeare’s play– that true love is magnificent and fulfilling and wonderful. Unfortunately for Miller, that isn’t the real message of the play in the first place, though that is the way most people tend to understand it nowadays. Shakespeare meant to show us that excess, of passion, of will, of impulse, leads to tragedy.

Donald Miller makes it clear that he is disgusted by the sense that Christians are “selling” the gospel, advertising it as a cure-all, fix-all, miracle cure for what ails yah.

But on his website, here is how he describes his newest book:

Every person is constantly seeking redemption (or at least the feeling of it) in his or her life, believing countless gospels that promise to fix the brokenness. Typically their pursuits include the desire for fulfilling relationships, successful careers, satisfying religious systems, status, and escape. Miller reveals how the inability to find redemption leads to chaotic relationships, self-hatred, the accumulation of meaningless material possessions, and a lack of inner peace. Readers will learn to identify in themselves and within others the universal desire for redemption. They will discover that the gospel of Jesus is the only way to find meaning in life and true redemption. Mature believers as well as seekers and new Christians will find themselves identifying with the narrative journey unfolded in the book, which is simply the pursuit of redemption.

Credit card orders accepted.

Kitty Genovese: The Immediate vs the Reimagined Truth — “Of course I heard the screams”.

It is somewhat inevitable that every genuinely sensational and shocking news story will eventually generate hype and exaggeration and distortion. We never seem satisfied with even the most surprising story. So humans rewrite and exaggerate and distort, and, after a time, it becomes difficult to know what really happened. Did 300 Spartans really hold off 5 million Persians all by themselves? Did judges in Medieval Europe really believe that witches float? Did they burn witches at the stake in Salem, Massachusetts in the 17th century? Did the rich really elbow their way into the lifeboats on the Titanic? Did Joseph McCarthy really accuse completely innocent people of being communists in the 1950’s? Did Marie Antoinette really suggest that starving peasants should eat cake?  Answers here.

Did Al Gore really claim to have invented the internet? Did some Arabs really dance in the streets to celebrate 9/11?

Did 38 people really stand by and do nothing while Kitty Genovese was murdered on the streets of New York in March, 1964?

Did Evita Peron “whore” her way to the pinnacle of power in Argentina?

The funny thing is, the core truth of many of these stories, if you can see beyond the ridiculous exaggerations imposed on them by later generations or Hollywood, is often quite remarkable. It is only in comparison to the hype that people sometimes think the gist of the story is not true. Often, that is a mistake. And then you will always find contrarians willing to throw the baby out with the bathwater, so to speak.

Public shorthand for shocking events does tend to simplify and distort and exaggerate. At the same time, there is undoubtedly a temptation for a journalist or historian to uncover the exact truth and shout, “eureka– the public has been deceived” when, in fact, the essential truth of the original story is still quite compelling. We know there will always be some exaggeration and distortion in the retelling of human events.  But immediate first-hand accounts are often quite accurate.  They are less likely to be edited in memory by the spin imposed on events by public hysteria.

We also know, for example, that some of the people Senator Joseph McCarthy persecuted really were or had been communists. Anne Coulter, who wrote a book on the subject, would have you believe that this a shocking revelation that changes the meaning of “McCarthyism” and proves that Joseph McCarthy was actually a hero.

But then, someone else will come along and go back to the original story and discover, all over again, that Senator Joseph McCarthy was a repulsive, vainglorious, vindictive alcoholic thug and bully, and that his tactics really did constitute “persecution” and that he really was engaged in a “witch hunt”, in which refusing to answer questions made you just as guilty as a confession, and, of course, that most of his victims were innocent.

And so someone named Joseph De May has made the shocking discovery that 38 people did not actually watch Kitty Genovese’s murder from beginning to end.

De May’s “discovery” is only shocking if you have ever actually believed that 38 people actually saw the killing, with their eyeballs, from beginning to end and clearly saw a knife and saw Kitty Genovese bleeding to death and did nothing. I’m sure some people remember the story that way. I wonder how many reasonable people do.

You first have to appreciate that De May believes that the word “witness” should only apply to people who saw an event, clearly, with their eyes. He believes that that is what everyone else thinks too, and he spends a lot of time trying very hard to prove that 38 people did not see the murder.

My memory of the event is that 38 people heard or saw something of the attack and that not one of them called the police or offered any assistance to the young girl. After all of De May’s convoluted explanations, that information remains essentially accurate.

I don’t remember anyone ever insisting that most or all of the 38 actually saw the attack clearly. I don’t know why that would make a big difference to Joseph De May who admits that at least 12 people saw some part of the attack and at least 20 other people heard part of the attack and knew something was going on on the street below their windows. The New York Times editor, Abe Rosenthal, who wrote a book on the subject, insists that no New York Times reporter ever stated that 38 people saw the attack. The article uses the term “witness” as I would: people who heard or saw.  People who were aware of the incident at the time it happened.

I don’t think it would even have occurred to me to think about whether all 38 people saw the entire attack from the beginning to the end. Why would that make any difference?

De May insists that there were two separate attacks, not three.. Again, I’m not sure why he thinks that makes a big difference. Are we supposed to go, “Oh, well then, I can understand why no one went down to assist the girl. They were waiting for a third attack…” Furthermore, his case on that point is not as air-tight as he seems to think it is. He finds very little evidence in the official court record, but there is some witness evidence that Moseley went away and then came back twice. It’s not clear– and it doesn’t really matter– if he counts that as two attacks or one.

The essential facts as reported in the initial New York Times article remain substantially correct. The one disputed fact that would matter is this: De May claims to know of someone who did phone the police after the first attack. His evidence for this is not very compelling. A former New York City cop claims to have known an unidentified “old-timer” who told him that he had worked at that precinct the night in question and had received the first call. This was reported to De May 30 or 40 years after the events. Remember — the New York Times article was written the same month as the attacks, before people had a chance to “interpret” their memories.

There is as much– no– less!– evidence for this blockbuster claim than there is for the assertion that there were three, not two separate attacks. It’s unaccountable hearsay by someone who would have an interest in proving that his family or friends were not indifferent to human suffering.

Talk about a scoop! And Mr. Michael Hoffman– the retired cop–decided, in the face of all the publicity about this case, to keep this information secret until just recently! That’s is truly astonishing. It is even more astonishing that Mr. De May was not embarrassed to put this into the public record without even being able to supply the name of the police officer who told someone who told someone.

Then he proceeds to report that Andree Picq also called. Why, there was a veritable torrent of phone calls. Except that Andree felt her throat constrict and didn’t actually say anything on the phone before hanging up. So how do we know she called? She says so. The police, who indisputably did respond when they received a real call later, have no record of her call.

De May quotes the Times article about a man who saw the second attack. He told the reporter that he didn’t call the police because he was tired. He went back to bed. De May stunningly excuses this man because the Times reporter did not provide details of what the man thought he saw– only of the fact that he went back to bed right after he claimed he saw it. The man, by the time he talked to the reporter, knew a murder had taken place. He knew that what he was claiming to have witnessed resulted in the death of a young neighbor, and he knew the reporter knew that. Yet he casually dismisses his responsibility with “I was tired”… and De May exonerates him.

The rest of De May’s article consists of a lot of quibbling. It was rather dark. It was cold. It was not unusual for boisterous people to make a lot of noise in the streets nearby. Genovese got up after the first attack and may not have staggered quite as dramatically as some people believe she did. She seemed to walk slowly.

But even De May does not deny that Kitty screamed, “Oh, my God, he stabbed me! Please help me! Please help me!” But he actually quibbles over whether Winston Moseley stabbed her before or after she screamed! If he stabbed her first, then the witnesses who came to their windows could not have actually seen a stabbing. So then… you can’t blame them for ignoring the cries of “he stabbed me! Help me! Help me!”?

De May tries to argue that many of the witnesses would likely have thought that the noise coming from the street was not unusual for a neighborhood with a bar on the corner. But he had already admitted that people came to their windows to try to see what was going on– he argues that they couldn’t see very much. Why would they bother going to the window at 3:00 in the morning if they thought the screaming was coming from just one of many inebriated couples having a quarrel?

De May seems to think that people generally believe that most of the witnesses told police that they didn’t call because they didn’t think it was any of their business. I don’t know why anyone would think everyone would say the same thing.

Rather astoundingly, De May, defending the indifferent bystanders, actually lists five instances of people who testified in court that they heard Kitty screaming but did nothing. He quotes a witness as stating that he heard Kitty say “help me, help me” as proof that he did not hear Kitty say “he stabbed me”, and therefore… therefore what? Therefore had no obligation as a human being to react? To help? To at least call the police? The question is not whether the witnesses had an accurate perception of what was happening. The question is whether what the majority of witnesses heard and saw should have compelled a responsible citizen to at least investigate further. Some witnesses opened their windows. How large of a step is it to the point at which you shout to Kitty Genovese, “Are you okay? Do you want me to call the police?”

De May admits that the reporter whose article he claims to debunk, Martin Gansberg, interviewed virtually all of the same witnesses the police interviewed, immediately after the event. The product of Gansberg’s intimate familiarity with the feelings and attitudes of these witnesses is the conclusion that most of these people did not care enough about what they heard to investigate further, to provide assistance, or even to phone the police. De May admits that at least a dozen people heard something at 3:00 a.m., got out of bed, went to the window, and then went back to bed, or just stayed at the window and watched. Why? Because, he says, they justifiably believed nothing important was happening. And none of them decided to investigate further, even though what they heard was compelling enough to get them out of bed?

We enter into the realm of ridiculousness when De May starts describing how complicated it was to call the police with a telephone in 1964– before 911. A reasonable person could be forgiven for believing that many New Yorkers might actually be familiar with the process, or might have the number near their phones.

Karl Ross, who did finally instigate a phone call to the police– by asking another neighbor to do it– told the police, “I didn’t want to get involved”. Another woman told the police that she told her husband not to get involved.

I can’t find any evidence in De May’s website to prove his rather astounding claim that some people did in fact call immediately after the first attack. He claims that the police might not have recorded such a call. But the police responded immediately to a specific call that was made too late. Why would anyone think they had ignored an earlier call, but not this one? They were at the scene in 3 minutes.

Given the publicity this case generated, if someone had called, why would they not have come forward? Why doesn’t De May identify the person? Such a person would have been received as a hero. But the police, who interviewed everyone who lived in the area, could not locate a single person who claimed to have called them earlier than the neighbor asked by Mr. Ross.

De May argues that some of the witnesses may have been reluctant to call the police because they feared retribution. Well, this has become pathetic. After trying very hard to convince us that the witnesses never saw anything anyway, De May now wants us to believe that these good citizens were simply wisely looking after themselves and that’s why they closed their windows and went back to bed. So now he concedes that a number of people, had they not feared retribution, could have been expected to call the police?

Here he has clearly entered advocacy mode. He is no longer really interested in clearing up some misconceptions about the attack: he wants to restore the reputations of the citizens of Kew Gardens. Amazingly, just before making this argument, he argues that Kew Gardens was so crime free, that most of the witnesses probably didn’t believe they were actually seeing a murder. Or was it that they were so used to drunks leaving a nearby bar that they didn’t see anything remarkable about a woman screaming at 3:00 a.m., though it was remarkable enough to draw them out of bed and to their window, and for some of them to open their windows and try to see what was happening?

As proof that the 38 witnesses were not indifferent, De May quotes this one:

Of course I heard the screams. But there was nothing I could do. I was afraid. My hands were trembling. I couldn’t have dialed for an operator if I’d tried. I never even thought of it. I was too afraid.

That sounds about right. I don’t know why De May thinks this would correct my impression of what happened that night. It is one of what I would expect to be many reasons given by the 38 as to why they chose not to do anything. The “of course I heard the screams” is a ringing indictment: obviously many of the witnesses heard the screams.

What we have is revisionism. Now that the notoriety of Kew Gardens has been established, the people involved have revised their memories.

None of the reasons each individual had for inaction are very good. Each individual excuses, while unfortunate, is not preposterous. But what was compelling about the story of the murder of Kitty Genovese and remains just as compelling today is that a large number of people had good reason to be concerned about what was happening in the street just below them and chose to do nothing.

Joseph De May Fixes History

De May’s “research” [the website is down] into the issue was neither scrupulous nor objective. One of many examples was his complete trust in single-sourced anecdotal evidence that there were earlier calls to the police. The original news story relied on interviews with dozens of residents of Genovese’s apartment building.

[The original website about Kew Gardens is no longer there.]

Update 2011-11: David Brooks in the New York Times casually referred to the “mostly apocryphal” Kitty Genovese case. What shocked me is that only one respondent called him out on it.

More Update: a new angle has emerged with the fact that Kitty Genovese was gay, and living in a relationship with another woman at the time of the murder. Was that a factor in the indifference of her neighbors to what was happening? I’m skeptical.

Wikipedia stumbles: I like Wikipedia and I think that it is generally an extremely reliable source of information. However, it’s entry on Kitty Genovese is a bit strange. On the contentious issue of whether anyone else called the police before Karl Ross, Wikipedia reports, without citation:

Records of the earliest calls to police are unclear and were certainly not given a high priority by the police. One witness said his father called police after the initial attack and reported that a woman was “beat up, but got up and was staggering around.”

There is no objective contemporaneous news source for this claim. It sounds a lot, to me, like someone is hoping to rewrite history.

Furthermore, Wikipedia states flatly:

Moseley also testified at his own trial where he further described the attack, leaving no question that he was the killer.

“No question”? Albert DeSalvo claimed to be the Boston Strangler and provided the police with details of the crime scenes that, supposedly, only the perpetrator could have known. If you read the book by Gerold Frank, you know how convincing this story was. How else could Albert DeSalvo had known, for example, about a notebook hidden under a bed, or what kind of scarf was used to strangle Joann Graff, and so on?

DNA evidence later proved that he was not the man who murdered and raped Mary Sullivan, who was widely regarded as the last victim of the Boston Strangler. For good reason, many now suspect he didn’t commit any of the murders.

Apparently, the police can sometimes carelessly let those details slip into the conversation while trying to build a convincing confession… or not so carelessly. Several persons involved with the investigation later ran for political office: there was enormous pressure to solve the case. According to the Crime Library, top investigator John Bottomly clearly fed DeSalvo information to make the confession look convincing.

These murders occurred in exactly the same time period as Kitty Genovese’s murder. I have never heard anyone question whether Moseley actually did it, but some of the parallels are interesting, including the lack of physical evidence linking him to the crime, the quick voluntary confession, and the lack of eyewitness corroboration.

Here’s the alarming bit: Moseley also confessed to at least one other crime for which he was never charged… because police firmly believed they already had the culprit in custody.  That flashes a big fat red light, considering what we now know about unethical police interrogation methods.

Has anyone ever taken up this case? I don’t believe Moseley himself claims innocence– but then again, what would be the point? I think Moseley probably did do it– I just don’t think anyone should be glib about it given the lack of physical evidence.

Allan Bloom & Leo Strauss and Real Political Correctness

The 20th was a century unlike any other.

I am this moment interested in one particular difference– the democratization of knowledge– the massive influx of middle-class and poor students into post-secondary institutions of higher learning that occurred in the 1960’s, and our ever-so-sweet, controversial, apocalyptic moral decline. Here we are. We’ve declined. We have the morality of alley cats. How did we get here?

For all the white noise and rhetorical flashes over the issue, it’s really not all that complicated. Until the 20th century, only the children of very rich, very privileged people could receive a higher education. These were children of people who benefited from the status quo. They were the status quo, either the church or the aristocracy. And all intellectual conversation took place on their terms, in their language, in a manner congenial to their ultimate self-interests, especially when it concerned noblesse oblige.

And then suddenly you have democracy and a prosperous middle class and suddenly children of hard-working middle-class parents get to go to college, and buy records, and go to movies, and read books, and suddenly Leo Strauss and Allan Bloom are whining about the tragic loss of culture and learning when what they really mean is that their privileged little ivory towers no longer command the landscape, and those suckers, those helplessly inane but physically peerless farmer’s boys, were no longer mindlessly willing to go immolate themselves on spears and in trenches in order to preserve Allan Bloom’s right to buy $4,000 dinner jackets, smoke Cuban cigars, and troll the streets of Paris looking for rough trade.

The same elitist attitudes certainly exist today. There has been no decline. If anything, there is probably more elitist achievement and behavior today than there ever was before. But the elitists are outnumbered. And they hate it. They just can’t stand the fact that Bruce Springsteen sells more copies of his songs about seducing New Jersey girls named Sandy with tight unzipped jeans, than the Chicago symphony will ever sell of any work by Beethoven. More people have seen “Blade Runner” than will ever see “Hamlet”. Besides, I’m not all that sure that “Hamlet” really is more important, or more of an indication of sophisticated and developed taste than “Blade Runner” is.

The bottom line is never surprising. Neo-cons like Bloom and Strauss and their disciples (who don’t occupy quite as many positions within the Bush administration as they used to) want to build a world in which their social and political class get to dictate culture to the masses. For all their bitter complaining about the “nanny state”, they are far more authoritarian, and far more willing to over-rule popular taste.

They are and always have been the real advocates of “political correctness”: patriotism, chastity, prurience, and consumerism.

 

Throw Away the Key II

On the famously liberal TV network, CBS, there is a program called “48 Hours” which recently ran an episode on the efforts of two women to keep a murderer, Wesley Wayne Miller, in jail.

Wesley Miller was a football player. He looked like Tom Cruise. He was a star of the team– or is that just a cliché offered by “48 Hours” to hype the story?– and you know how America treats athletes. You can be a complete moron and a good athlete and everyone will love you. It’s hard to tell if Miller was a moron or not. He doesn’t get to express himself very much in this piece.

Wesley Wayne Miller was convicted of rape and murder and sentenced to 25 years in jail. I have no sympathy for Wesley Wayne Miller. He had a parole hearing after two years. That was probably due to some legal technicality and I doubt he had the slightest real chance of getting paroled– this is Texas– but it seemed disturbing.

I do have a lot of respect for the concept of “rule by law”. That means that a society agrees on a way to create and amend laws, creates and amends the laws, passes them, and then insists that they be applied equally and consistently to all citizens. The point of all this is that just because you like someone doesn’t mean you can give him a lighter sentence than someone else you don’t like. Personal bias should not be a factor. There should be clear and objective criteria. We don’t invite the family of the victim to determine what the punishment should be, for good reason: it would lead (as it has in the past) to blood feuds.

All of us, through our votes, determine what kind of justice system we have.

Well, now that I mention it– I don’t think that is true anymore. We do allow families of victims to give impact statements, though they still do not directly determine the sentence given.

The reporter of the piece, Susan Spenser professes astonishment at the “light” sentence Wesley Miller received. I was astonished that she considered the sentence light. That’s a pretty amazing judgment: 25 years locked up in a prison cell is a “light” sentence?  I suppose it is, compared to floggings or torture or slow strangulation.

The program proceeded to ascribe guilt for three or four other rapes to Wesley Wayne Miller, in spite of the fact that he was never charged or convicted of them. One victim now just “knows” it was him. He “probably” committed the others. Why bother with a trial? Who else could it have been?

And now that the viewers “know” (they do not “know” this)  that this man has committed all kinds of other crimes, over and on top of the one murder and rape, don’t you just share the absolute horror of the reporter at the idea that a man could serve his sentence and then be freed?

Miller applied for parole and was turned down several times. He was ordered to attend classes to remediate his sexual deviancy– is this some kind of joke? He refused. A psychologist regularly employed by the state certified that Wesley Miller had no redeeming characteristics whatsoever– a fascinating conclusion based on some kind of amazing insights that only a framed degree can give you.

Rona Stratton is the sister of Miller’s victim, Retha Stratton. She and her best friend, Lisa Gabbert, have made it their life’s mission to ensure that Miller pay forever for murdering Retha Stratton. They made sure that he never got parole by attending all of his hearings and organizing petitions.

They express deep pleasure– almost a sense of taunting– in watching Miller walk by during these hearings, knowing that they are partly responsible for keeping him in jail.

When he was finally released under Texas’ obligatory early release program (designed to reduce over-crowding in their despicably ill-managed prisons), they tried to get every community he could be assigned to to reject him. He ended up living in a county jail instead of a half-way house, where he was locked up for 23 hours a day. That kind of defeats the purpose of a transition home. Miller didn’t get any chance at all to adjust to life on the outside.

Now, I could see how the two women might take some grim satisfaction in seeing that Miller was not released early. But I was fascinated by the pleasure they took in it, their delight in hounding the guy. It’s almost impossible to feel sympathy for a former high school football jock, rapist and murderer, but you almost start to– he was told his sentence was for 25 years. They didn’t tell him that he would be fair game for family and friends of his victims to do whatever they could to increase his suffering as much as possible.

The two women succeeded in lobbying for a new law that created a special category of sexual offenders who could be controlled in various ways indefinitely by the state even after they had served their sentences. Is this constitutional?

More importantly: if a person is so psychotic that he deserves to be held indefinitely by the state, how can he be held to be criminally responsible for his crimes?

If Wesley Miller was criminally responsible, and not “psychotic”, then he would be sentenced to jail time. He wouldn’t get to go to a “cushy” psychiatric hospital, from which suspiciously intellectual and effeminate psychologists would be able to eventually release him as cured. No, no, no.

So he is a criminal. So he is criminally responsible. So, all right: he gets 25 years. I don’t think that’s a light sentence but some do. Well, tough. That’s the jury system. He was tried fair and square. If you don’t like the results, complain to the jury.

But don’t try this: change the laws afterwards so you can get back at him some other way. And that’s what they did. And now they are trying to get the law applied to Wesley Miller even though the law was enacted well after he had committed his crimes and been convicted and sentenced for them. Is that fair?  Is it constitutional?

It is absolutely not constitutional.

These two women are immune to any kind of backlash: they are family and friend of victims. How dare you think they might just might be vindictive or cruel, or that the sense of purpose they have found for their lives, inflicting suffering on another human being, is anything less than righteous, virtuous wrath?

That it might be misguided, narcissistic, and demeaning?

The sheer joy with which America punishes criminals with long, brutal sentences, makes you wonder if this will ever be a civilized society. It’s easy to be civilized if you think it means donating to charities and having award shows. It’s a lot harder if you think the heart of civility is the ability to see beyond personal payback.


2015-11-24 Update: And Just What is “civil commitment” anyway?

After serving his 25 years, and ending up in a county jail, authorities charged him with violations of the terms of his “civil commitment”. What did he do that was so awful? He received visits from his brother and his father. While incarcerated.

What did he receive for allowing his father and brother to visit him? (Presumably, it was his fault, even though you might think the prison authorities were partly responsible for letting them in when they presumably shouldn’t have.) Ten years, on each count.

But the Texas Court of Criminal Appeals– in a rare moment of sanity– overturned the sentences because, after all, he was incarcerated at the times of the visit, so the restriction, which applied to a person on parole, did not apply.

So what is “civil commitment”? It’s a way to get around the law to punish people we particularly don’t like. This statement from another report sums it up perfectly: “He was required to live at the jail after his release”. I’m sure Wesley Miller can’t afford the kind of constitutional lawyers who could tear this kind of law to shreds.

I remain baffled at the fact that some states have been allowed to use the results of lie detector tests to determine if a person remains in “civil commitment”. Lie Detectors do not work. Has no lawyer been able to challenge this rule yet?

300

Now that I’ve seen the movie, I have a one line review: the only things missing are the Nazi arm-bands.

Seriously, this a movie about how wonderful and beautiful and spiritually rewarding it is to die in warfare. We don’t know whether it’s good to die for a cause, because Sparta wasn’t really a “cause”– just a repository of mindless war and oppression.

In real life, the Persians were rather enlightened and well-regarded as far as empires go. They gave Jerusalem back to the Jews and ordered the Babylonians to return all the sacred relics to them.

In real life, Athens was worth fighting for: the prize of culture and learning and philosophy in the Greek world. Can you think of any Spartan philosophers, play-writes, or kings, other than Leonidas?

And it was the Athenians that inflicted the more significant wound on the Persian Empire with their naval victory at Salamis.

Oh, by the way, of course, the Spartans actually had an army of 5,000 other Greeks with them at Thermopylae. Didn’t notice them in the film, did you? There is a core of truth, in that 300 Spartans were a particularly effective force within the over-all effort– oh, what the heck, let’s just go crazy.

Before anyone rushes off to worship at the alter of “300” and rhapsodize about the beautiful, fit Spartans and how courageous they were to give their lives for freedom and liberty and their lovely, sexy wives, it ought to be remembered that Sparta was to freedom and beauty and life what Reverend Jim Jones was to true religion. The Spartans hated freedom, as much as they hated Athens, which did stand for freedom. Every soul in Sparta was expected to sacrifice his or her personal interests for the military good of the state, to the point of death.

If a soldier fled the battle scene, every soldier in his group would be executed for cowardice.

Yes, yes, let us duly note that compared to modern times, the notion of “freedom” in Athens in 400 BC was relatively constrained.

In Sparta, Plutarch tells us, when babies were born, they were tested for toughness and strength. If they failed the test, they would be abandoned on the side of Mount Taygetos.  (This, apparently, is a myth.)

Young boys were sent for military training by the time they were seven, at which time they might also enjoy the privilege of serving as the object of sexual gratification of an adult male.

It wasn’t all bad. Women in Sparta had many rights, including the right to hold property, and to go where-ever they pleased. Divorce laws were the same for women as for men. It seems that Spartan women were allowed to bring lovers into the house if they pleased, and to bear the children for other men– for the benefit of the entire commune. They dressed in short skirts, while the Athenian women wore bulky, long dresses and robes. This was remarkable for it’s day.

Sparta’s women were also educated, and they took part in athletic competitions, and there are accounts of Spartan princesses leading troupes into battle. Really, it’s kind of extraordinary. Why doesn’t someone make a good movie about this?

Sometimes these women would hold a contest to see who could take the most severe flogging. I am not making this up. More movie material.

So the primary benefit of the courage and fortitude of the Spartans is that they help preserve Athens from the potential ravages of the Persians.

In terms of Spartan art and culture, relics are conspicuously absent. It appears that it just didn’t exist.

If you could picture an entire society that operates and functions like an American college football team, complete with token curriculum and cheerleaders, you have Sparta.

Janet Reno: The Worst Attorney General in the Past 50 Years

“So, the jury listened to all evidence, hears all the experts. You know the verdict is coming.
They announced they had reached a verdict. Then we had to wait several hours for Janet Reno to get there before the judge would let us hear the verdict.
Why did she want to be there?
Again, you’d have to ask her….”

You have no idea of how hard it is for me to continue to insist that the statement in the title of this page is, in the face of the successive abuses of John Ashcroft and Alberto Gonzalez, both of whom have argued that it is or should be legal to arrest and hold people with no charges or evidence, or to torture people, or kidnap them, or imprison them for an indefinite period of time.

Reno didn’t argue that it was legal to abuse people– she just did it. She decided that several innocent people were guilty and should be punished and abused. She was responsible for Waco, which is why she was also responsible in some measure for Oklahoma. So there it is and I stand by it. So the four worst attorney-generals in the history of the United States are: Janet Reno, John Mitchell, John Ashcroft, and Alberto Gonzalez. These are your highest ranking law-enforcement officers, America!

I have nothing new to say about Janet Reno. Here’s what I already said. I just think it’s important that time does not heal this wound: Janet Reno’s breath-taking, vicious incompetence should be broadcast as widely as possible, at least until Frank Fuster is released from jail.

In a nutshell, Frank Fuster was convicted during the hysterical 80’s rash of Satanic Ritual Abuse Cases which, to most sensible people, has now been as thoroughly discredited as the Salem witch trials.

Prosecutors believed that the the children, who almost always initially denied that abuse had taken place, were lying, and had to be “compelled” to give accurate testimony, through hours and hours and hours of interrogation, if necessary. Ileana Fuster, Frank’s wife, was mercilessly bullied, threatened, and frightened into testifying against her husband.

Prosecutors actually threatened to separate her from her children if she did not confess and implicate her husband in the abuse.

This strategy was approved by Janet Reno.

(It is remarkably possible that the prosecutors honestly thought that Frank was guilty. I don’t think that excuses the absolutely militant stupidity with which they proceeded. I say militant stupidity– there’s no other excuse for it.

Behold the intensity of their ignorance and tremble: anyone could be the next victim of their inquisitorial passion.)

The children, under these conditions, would frequently make numerous accusations, often including preposterous incidents like the perpetrator taking the children up in a helicopter and dropping them into a shark-infested pool. The prosecution would rarely– if ever– supply an actual criminal event: a date and time and location– because, of course, they couldn’t. In fact, in several cases, they couldn’t even demonstrate that there was a time and place where the defendant was alone with this victims.

The prosecution would also ignore the more ridiculous charges and bring only the reasonably creditable ones to court, though, in some of the later cases, they were compelled to present all of the testimony, including the fantastical elements. They would then argue that the fantastical elements were child-speak for abuse they could barely comprehend: something must have happened.

Nothing I have ever read about or encountered has done more to depress my view of humanity than these cases.

Not only did prosecutors and judges make utterly inane and reprehensibly stupid judgments about facts, they admitted into court numerous so-called “expert witnesses” who all asserted that Satanic Ritual Abuse was rampant in the United States, that denial of abuse is a symptom of it, that up is down and down is up, and that Alice really did run down the rabbit-hole. Almost without exception, none of these witnesses ever offered any empirical evidence in support of their contentions, either about the prevalence of child-abuse, or of how young children react to abuse. To a large extent, the convictions became the proof that there had to be more convictions.

The Mad Hatter’s best guest at this tea party was the guest who confessed, under horrendous pressures in a plea-bargain arrangement, because that proved that the guest was mad because who else but a mad guest would confess?

Many of the convicted have been released after appeals or retrials.

Frank Fuster is still in jail.

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After reading more about the case, I became interested in the question that goes to the heart of the entire scandalous series of prosecutions that became known as the Satanic Ritual Abuse cases. At all of these cases, so-called experts testified that though almost all of the children initially denied abuse, and though virtually no external evidence could be adduced (not even as to time and place or opportunity), the prosecutions believed that children almost always deny abuse at first, then disclose, then recant, and so on. This explains why the children initially denied abuse, they assert.

They told the court, we are experts. We have truth. We are reliable.

Nobody seemed able to come to grips with this ephemeral truth. How did they know that abused children rarely disclose when questioned? Well, they would trot out numbers– hundreds of abused children, that we have interviewed…. We know.

But experts for the defense examined the actual research and found that only about 5-8% of abuse victims do not disclose. Isn’t that amazing? That’s quite a discrepancy.

In turns out that the prosecution experts were somewhat cavalier with the data. They didn’t distinguish between validated cases of abuse and cases that they had decided for themselves were valid but may never have been prosecuted. That is a much bigger tea bag.

In an other large study, in which the perpetrator is known to have threatened the children if they disclosed, 66% still disclosed!

Anyway, at least one of Janet Reno’s victims is still in prison. I believe we must never forget to remind Janet Reno that she was the worst attorney-general in the history of the United States.


How to get to wrong: “BT” was one of the alleged victims. Here’s how Prosecutors got her to incriminate the Fusters.

In their first interview with BT, the Bragas repeatedly question the child about a secret game she played with the Fusters, a game BT has never mentioned. When the Bragas ask BT to tell them what the secret game is, BT answers, “I think we played grocery store.” (9/13/85, 54) Joseph Braga, evidencing clear bias, responds, “Grocery store. That is not the secret game. . .” (Id. 54-55) The Bragas continue to ask BT what the secret game is, using anatomical dolls and pretending to be Mr. Fuster asking the question. Then, getting no response from BT that fits their preconceived belief of what happened at the Fuster house, Joseph Braga introduces an idea never mentioned previously by BT. “Do you remember, though, do you remember the baby-sitter sometimes would play games without clothes on? Would she take her clothes off and play some of the games we play without clothes?” (Id. 55) Despite BT’s continued insistence that she knows of no secret game, this theme of questioning was continued through the course of the interview, with both the Bragas and BT’s father alternately insisting that secret games were played and that BT is not being cooperative; suggesting that BT knows about a secret game called the “pee pee” game; and that BT is withholding information because, perhaps like the other children, she is afraid to tell because Frank and Iliana had told the children not to tell. See, e.g. 9/13/85, 62, 63, 66, 68, 73, 74-75, 78, 99 (L. Braga by this time, tells BT that she does not have to talk about what happened to her; she can just tell about what happened to the other children. Again, the implicit bias that something happened to the other children. Id, 99) BT never makes any allegation of abuse during this interview. Laurie Braga concludes the interview, telling BT’s parents that BT is in denial, (Id., 110), another clear showing of bias. From Frontline.

Think about that. If BT had disclosed abuse– under enormous pressure by the Bragas to disclose something, anything salacious: she is finally telling the truth. If she doesn’t– it’s because she is denial. In other words, once the Bragas were involved, there was only one possible outcome of the investigation.


How the inquisitor gets the heretics: “Braga” is a self-styled expert on child abuse who interviewed children on behalf of the Dade County District Attorney’s office. “Leslie” is a made-up name for the alleged victim, a six-year-old girl.

Braga: Yeah; and did you know that grownups are not supposed to touch children’s private places?
Leslie: (Nodding head.)

Uh huh. Do you have a young child? Have you ever given your child a bath?

Was anyone ever executed for a murder he did not commit, in the United States?

“Shandra Whitehead, 8, raped and beaten, died in May 1985. Frank Lee Smith given the death penalty in 1986. Smith was posthumously exonerated through DNA testing, which linked the murder to Mosley.”

Update 2022: we now know that dozens or more innocent men and women have been executed.

Chief Justice James Dobson

I know most Americans will sleep well tonight because they can rest assured that Dr. James Dobson is watching over their Supreme Court, making sure that only right-thinking people get to serve on it.

I have a suggestion for George Bush. The nomination of Mrs. Maier is absolutely silly. Drop it. And nominate Dr. James Dobson instead.

Why not? If Dr. Dobson gets to check out the nominees before anyone else does, why waste time on middle men. (Check the news — Dobson brags that Bush called him before making his nominee public.) Make Dobson Chief Justice.

Alleluia, praise the lord, God’s will will finally be done in America.

But wait.

Then he would have to go through an investigation by the FBI. And further investigation and questioning by the Senate Justice Committee. He would have to answer questions. He would have to answer questions asked by real people who don’t owe him anything. He would have to disclose information about how he runs his organization, who is on his board, who manages his money, and where it is invested, and if there are any legal actions against him.

It gets worse. During the confirmation proceedings, he would have to make public his views on social and political issues. He would have to explain his positions on abortion, birth control, sex education, parental discipline, prayer in the classroom, and all kinds of hokey stuff. He might have to express some knowledge and his views about Miranda, and due process, and habeas corpus, and privacy, and the Uniform Commercial Code, and interstate commerce, and the environment. He might actually have to demonstrate some knowledge and understanding of the basics of our system of justice.

And some Senators might be worried about going into the next re-election campaign (Senators are never “elected” in the U.S.– they just collect the cash for passing the right legislation and then get themselves “re-elected”) having to defend the choice of a totally unaccountable dingbat for the Supreme Court.

All it would take is one question: when deciding a case, do you consult the law, or your bible?

No, that won’t do at all. Let’s just let him have a veto over the actual nominees.


Dobson’s “family values”… doesn’t include any values that actually make family life better. If they did, you might hear him urge his buddies in the Senate to raise the minimum wage, which has been stalled at $5.15 an hour since 1997! I am not making that up. How much of an increase, do you suppose, top executives have received since 1997? How much of an increase do you suppose James Dobson has received since then?

Republican lawmakers, according to the NY Times, voted against the bill because they say they believe that higher wages can prevent new businesses from being viable, thereby reducing the number of jobs available to the poor. They failed to point out that they might also have more children, thereby impoverishing themselves even more.

This would be more entertaining if you ever heard these same people complain that giving too many tax breaks to the rich would end up causing them to do drugs or something.

Dobson doesn’t advocate health insurance for the poor.  He doesn’t advocate for safer working conditions or racial equality or maternal or any kind of parental leave for families with newborns.

Because Dobson’s real interest is in protecting the propertied classes, and programs that actually benefit families who are not rich would cost money and require that the rich pay their fair share of taxes.

Dobson Advocates the Execution of Child Criminals

I am not making this up.

Dobson however is exuberant in supporting executions for children who commit capital crimes: “So the unchecked judiciary plows ahead. In March of this year, the Supreme Court struck down laws duly passed in 18 states permitting the execution of minors.” Dobson adds that these perpetrators, who were minors when they committed their crimes, do not “deserve” to live. In a moment of astonishing lucidity, Dobson admonished: “Justice Kennedy should be impeached for taking such a position, along with O’Connor, Ginsberg, Souter, Breyer, and Stevens, who have recently made similar statements.” The truth is, it would be fabulously helpful for everyone if Bush did in fact impeach those justices. Let’s have it out and let, as Dobson claims to believe, the American people decide who they want to be running this country.


Dobson’s main page.

Watch your wallet!

What’s wrong with putting Mrs.Harriet Maier on the Supreme Court?

Naw. I can’t even take the question seriously enough to begin.

By the way, if you found Margaret Atwood’s novel, “A Handmaid’s Tale”, a portrait of an America run by people like James Dobson, a little over the top, you haven’t read James Dobson.

The most charming aspect of Dobson’s vitriolic harangues on the subject is the way he carefully sneaks a fund-raising appeal into the last paragraph: send me money or America will slide into a moral abyss. Sometimes we should thank these puppet-masters for their own transparency.

Sit Down, Young Stranger

[updated May 2008]

Gordon Lightfoot made the top 50 essential Canadian singles for a mediocre song about a stereotypical slut who hung around his back stairs. If he had to be on the list– and I don’t quibble with that– it should have been for “Early Morning Rain”, “That’s What you get for Lovin’ me” or something else.

How about “Sit Down, Young Stranger”?

For all the songs written about the generation gap in the 1960’s, “Sit Down, Young Stranger” is one of the most touching, and the most diligent. It’s not a lazy lyric (like “Sundown”)– there’s some thought in a phrase like “my love was given freely and oft-times was returned” (even if the “oft-times” is hackneyed). Not “oft-times”, but “often”.

The son’s encounter with his parents parallels his encounter with an imperfect world, in which he is lonely, at times, but satisfied within his dreams.

It’s the weirdness of the song that I like. Lightfoot seems to be struggling to express a real experience and real insight instead of a cliché about rebellion. There is real pain in the distance between father and son. The son’s ideals are somewhat inchoate and fanciful, and his father is harsh but not mean. “How can you find your fortune if you cannot find yourself?” It sounds more real than Cat Stevens’ “Father and Son” which sounds schematic and contrived in comparison. There is some sympathy for the father, and understanding, and some distance from the mother’s unconditional and perhaps smothering love. The song is full of little edges that scrape like sandpaper: “not knowing where to sit”, “my father looms above me/for him there is no rest”, “my thoughts are all in spin”, “I never questioned no one and no one questioned me”.

The last verse is a mystery to me. Logically, it is the son responding the father of the previous verse: “I wait for your reply”.

The answer is not easy
For souls are not reborn
To wear the crown of peace
You must wear the crown of thorns
If Jesus had a reason,
I’m sure he would not tell
They treated him so badly,
how could he wish them well?

But it almost sounds like the father speaking at first– it is the wisdom (or foolishness) of age that only violence (thorns) can lead to peace. But then I think it is the son, observing that the mystery of Christ is that he didn’t have a reason for his actions– I presume his self-destruction– in the human sense. And the son doesn’t see the divine in Christ’s rejection of his own family– just silence (“souls are not reborn”). But it’s hard to tell if this is a rejection of Christ or acceptance.

[added November 2009] I missed the possibility that it is a narrator who speaks those lines. It makes some sense– it is an observation that might be made by a third party: to wear the crown of peace… Is it a narrative voice telling us that this thorny distance between father and son, between the generations, can only be traversed in blood?

Those last eight lines are among the most poetic every inscribed by a Canadian song-writer– and among the most haunting.

It’s a puzzling verse.

There is no doubt about the meaning of the poignant last phrase, though. All the searching and questioning comes down to one thing, that shattering, heart-breaking last line:

The answer’s in the forest,
Carved upon a tree.
John loves Mary,
Does anyone love me?


Added Nov 2008: after re-reading this, I am struck again by what a remarkable song it is. I heard it first as a teenager living at home in the late 1960’s, and what I most vividly remember was the unexpected last line, the sneakiness of it– what does it all come down to, after all? What is it that really matters? What is the distance between my parents and myself? Does anyone love me?

I mentioned that Christ rejected his family. For all the “family values” preached by the religious right, would it really surprise you to find that the Bible doesn’t really support something called “family values”? It doesn’t. When Christ’s family approaches him during his ministry, demanding some kind of acknowledgement of family obligation, Christ declared that his followers, his disciples are his real “family”. He warns that his message will tear families apart. He clearly places a priority on the kingdom against the requirements of kinship. He even says that a person who is not willing to reject his family to follow him is not worthy of the kingdom.

In fact, the last verse of “Sit Down Young Stranger” gives you a better sense of Christ’s view of the family than all of the ranting and raving you will ever hear from James Dobson.

But then, fake religion never embraces heartbreak.


Gordon Lightfoot’s and Other Get Lost Songs