Once more into the breach

Once more, we must conclude that the s0-called “leader of the free world” is full of shit, to put it in Texas terms.

No one can be produced who can find any evidence that President Obama wiretapped Trump during the election, as Trump claimed in three recent tweets.

At what point does his false accusations of criminal activity – made by our nation’s chief law enforcement officer (POTUS) – become an impeachable offense?

Which is worse: total lack of credibility by our President or his alienating all of our historic ally countries?  Or is it the example of his personal spending habits?  Or perhaps his attempts to totally dismantle the Affordable Care Act?

It is hard to know how best to push back against his stupidity, recklessness, and poor judgement without creating further damage for the country and the world.  Yet, still, should there not be a collective filling in of the breach?  The terrible break in at least lip service to the struggle for good public policy?

All I can say is “I protest!” “I am embarrassed!” “Once more into the breach, people for sanity and moderation!”

Politics and Sunday Morning Spirit from Houston, Texas on Super Bowl week

Texans: big enough to be decent, generous, and kind

Strangers are just friends you haven’t met yet; welcome the stranger

Trump! Think and seek knowledge and wisdom BEFORE acting

Against these there is no law: love, joy, peace, longsuffering, gentleness, goodness, faith, meekness, temperance

Constitution of the United States: alive, relevant, and applicable

Super City; all are welcome

Common Courtesies = High Value

Bear witness

Speak truth to power

Do you like a bully? Don’t be someone who sucks up and kicks down

We are all immigrants on this continent

Do unto others as you would have them do unto you

One size does NOT fit all

Life and Liberty is precious – EVERYONE’s life and liberty

Some of the best lawyers in the country work in the Executive Branch of the U.S. Government – CONSULT more of them, Mr. President

Morning after the U.S. Elections

November 8, 2016

As a woman who supported Hillary Clinton’s run for the White House, I offer four positive reflections on what this means, especially in Texas:

1)  Due largely to decades of better resources, (or centuries, depending on how historically you look at it) Republican-branded public servants here have frequently outpaced their Democratic colleagues in ready competence, speedy and complete execution of tasks, boldness, and something that can look like nuance. I began to think about this phenomenon decades ago as I participated in party politics and took positions of public service.  I take heart in the thought that when it comes to daily problem-solving, the qualities of collective competence, habits of efficiency, and core confidence can go a long way toward satisfactory results and rough justice (justice delayed is justice denied, after all).

2) The progress that we have made in our country in the 21st century has been wonderful. When I look at my younger colleagues, my children, grandchildren, grand-nephews and nieces,and my students, I take heart. If we encourage these young people, they will lead the way to continued thoughtful progress.  This enormous country cannot move very fast; it’s like trying to turn the world’s largest ocean liner on a dime. Huge groups of stakeholders from all over the political spectrum in the U.S. have not been in a comfort zone as citizens, and our country is based on consensus. Consensus-building is not fast or easy in a country of this size and diversity. May this pause in progressive change (if it indeed proves to be a pause) give every citizen and every group time to reflect thoughtfully.

3) This election cycle brought in new voters and new participants in the governance of a representative democracy. It has helped a younger and older generation to learn from each other. It taught younger women that it’s not unreasonable to dream of being President – not foolish, laughable, or unspeakable. It showed gray heads that perhaps we can count on the younger groups to “show up” in the election process, and to dream big. Whether it was a dream of a woman President, a populist President, or a President with zero resume for public service, it showed everyone that we can still dream big and make the dreams realistic.

4) Texas Supreme Court Justice and now U.S. Congressman Lloyd Doggett taught me a long time ago that whether the results are personally pleasing to us, we must always trust “the people” of our country. (Something along the lines of “you can’t fool all of the people all of the time.”) The people have spoken in record numbers this election season, and I hear Lloyd’s counsel once again. And I’m listening and reflecting on that voice. I know that Lloyd will keep working for progress in healthcare, protection for the young and the elderly, judicial fairness, fiscal responsibility, U.S. honor and strength, and prosperity for all Texans just as he has always done. I will take that approach as my standard and example.

Judge Keith Ellison ruling on arsenic in drinking water

A federal judge in Texas, Keith Ellison, did the right thing with this case that was brought to him by a few of the fine civil rights lawyers who serve the under-privileged in the state of Texas.

Elderly and sick prisoners are kept in a special housing facility.  It lacks air conditioning.  In the Texas summers, that can be life-threatening, especially for the sick and elderly.  So the incarcerated are told to drink lots and lots of water.  Trouble is, their drinking water is contaminated with arsenic above the levels that EPA believes is safe.

Judge Ellison ordered the prison system to truck in clean drinking water.

Sounds pretty straightforward, right?

This is the report from Law 360, an environmental law daily list server:
“Texas Can’t Give Inmates Arsenic-Laden Water, Judge Rules

By Stan Parker
Law360, New York (June 23, 2016, 9:01 PM ET) — Texas must provide inmates at a geriatric and medical prison with drinking water that meets federal arsenic safety standards, a federal judge has ruled, granting a preliminary injunction to a certified class of prisoners suing the state over sweltering indoor temperatures they say violate their constitutional rights.

U.S. District Judge Keith Ellison issued the order Tuesday forcing the Texas Department of Criminal Justice to bear the burden of trucking in water that meets the U.S. Environmental Protection Agency’s standards for permissible arsenic levels.

“The increased risk of cancer, although minute, is significantly more troublesome than the prospect of reassigning or leasing a truck and reassigning or hiring an employee to drive it,” Judge Ellison wrote.

The order came as part of a lawsuit brought by inmates at the Wallace Pack Unit who said the dangerous — and sometimes deadly — indoor temperatures in the Texas prison system amount to cruel and unusual punishment, especially for elderly and ailing inmates.

To mitigate heat levels that frequently exceed 90 degrees, prison officials have encouraged inmates to drink “copious” amounts of water, up to two gallons per day on especially hot days. But the water currently provided in the prison hasn’t met the EPA’s standards for permissible arsenic levels since the requirement dropped from 50 parts per billion to 10 ppb in 2005, according to Judge Ellison’s order.

Judge Ellison also noted that although many U.S. citizens live in areas where their tap water exceeds the EPA’s safe standards, those free citizens have all been notified of the dangers and can choose other options for getting their drinking water. Incarcerated individuals do not have that choice, he wrote.

He said that the plaintiffs have shown a substantial likelihood of success on their claim of cruel and unusual punishment by showing that the prolonged exposure to heat, especially in light of the fact that the only mitigation measure in place was the provision of arsenic-laden drinking water, poses a serious risk of harm, and that the prison system is “is deliberately indifferent to that risk.”

Judge Ellison wrote that he reached the finding “reluctantly,” not wanting to intrude on the state’s management of its prison system, but noted that the prison system hasn’t given inmates any effective redress in the 10 years since the water has been out of compliance with the arsenic standard.

“Moreover, the funds expended by the State in litigating this case likely would have been sufficient to have afforded such redress,” he added.

Jeff Edwards, an attorney for the inmates, told Law360 on Thursday that he was happy with the safe drinking water order, and added that Judge Ellison’s findings of fact and conclusions of law signaled support for the plaintiffs’ primary demand for heat relief.

“Finally, these inmates might get some protections from this heat, and at a minimum they will get safe drinking water,” he said.

A representative for the Texas Attorney General’s office did not respond Thursday to a request for comment.

The plaintiffs are represented by Jeff Edwards, Scott Medlock, David James and Michael Singley of Edwards Law, Jeremy Doyle, Nathan Smith and Andrew “Drew” Pennebaker of The Singley Law Firm PLLC, Abigail Frank, Wayne Krause Yang and James C. Harrington of Reynolds Frizzell LLP and Wallis Nader of the Texas Civil Rights Project-Houston and The Texas Civil Rights Project.

The Texas Department of Criminal Justice is represented by the Texas Attorney General’s Office.

The case is Bailey et al v. Livingston et al, case number 4:14-cv-01698, in U.S. District Court for the Southern District of Texas.”

This article states that the case name is Bailey et al v. Livingston but I believe that it is Cole et al v. Livingston.

The facts that underlie the lawsuit sound like they come from several centuries ago.  That’s why the matter-of-factness hits me so hard, I think.

 

Guns, Goodness Stakes

A handsome older man came around our house when I was young.  I knew that he had a dramatic and somewhat murky past, and I knew that he was my grandfather.  Protected from almost anything unpleasant in my family of origin, I knew no details.  Sometimes he was charming, singing songs in a beautiful and moving voice.  Sometimes he roared.  I did know that whenever he came around, my mother changed.  She became tense, cautious, protective.  Before I can remember a word of caution spoken, I had learned to fear the old man.

There was a palpable and deep intensity, sadness, and rage in him.  I did not know why until I was a middle-aged woman.

Year after year, small dramatic encounters played out where I eavesdropped on the raised voices between my beloved parents and the old man.  Let’s call him John Sebastian. I was never once left alone with John, and I never went for a ride with him in his cars.  When I visited his house, which was rare, I was in the perfect care of my mother.  Maybe twice, I went to John’s house with my father or was dropped off for a short visit.  At those times, my grandmother took very good care to stick close by.

Some time in childhood, John had a terrible car crash with urgent calls from the hospital.  I saw my father in enormous pain and anxiety at this time as he flew insanely fast to the hospital.  Again, only shadowy details flicker in my memory.  A stronger memory is when the call came regarding my Grandmother on fire.  Apparently, she threw the daily garbage into the burn pile/pit and an aerosol can of hair spray exploded in her face and torso.  After the burn unit, she came to live with us for recuperation and rehabilitation.  Her pain and suffering was beyond my comprehension and terrible in every way.  Angry voices again, from a distance, regarding money, expenditures, past grievances, and John Sebastian’s failures and short-comings.

I saw fear in my Mother’s eyes.

Eventually, the house with its dramatic Southern pecan grove came to be in our care.  My parents hired some teenagers from our church to help move everything out and clean it.   They went back to church and told my friends that my grandparents house was horrid.  This also seemed to be John’s fault for not allowing any help to come inside his home.

My grandparents moved into a mobile home in rural wooded acreage that they owned, and actually I think my grandmother moved into nursing home care at about that same time.  I was forbidden to go inside my grandfather’s mobile home.  I heard that he hid jars stuffed with money all around the property.  Which was interesting.

The quarrels about living arrangements, religion, grandmother’s care, finances, and goodness knows what else grew in intensity and frequency.  Dimly heard. Fearful in nature, fear built up inside me even more than ever.

One day my grandfather visited our home when only my Mother and I were home.  Isolated on wooded acreage, no one could see or hear us if we called for help.  I hid in my bedroom.  Sure enough, an argument began and I heard my Mother’s voice rising and becoming higher pitched and shaking.  I quietly crept into my parent’s room and retrieved a loaded pistol.  I was unsure about shotguns and rifles, but I had been taught from about age 10 to shoot the pistol “just in case.”  I was about 12 years old, and it was the 1970s.  I took the pistol and slowly crept down first one hall and then another, crouched low to the carpet, leaning against the paneled walls. I waited there, cocked the pistol, and prepared to shoot my grandfather.  I wasn’t stupid, unusually emotionally troubled, or violent in any way.  I just knew that I had to protect my mother because no one else was there.

Tables were pounded.  I tensed up even more.  Then things began to subside and John Sebastian stormed out the door.  I carefully took the pistol back to its usual place and never mentioned anything.

Our family were church leaders, neighborhood leaders, leaders in education, and relatively wealthy.  Everyone in the neighborhood knew us, as well as many branches of my extended family.  We were proud, good citizens, generous. My brothers and I played in the church orchestra, and sometimes I played the piano for Sunday School and worship service.  I was inevitably treated fairly, looked after, and nurtured in the greater village.  My education was of great importance, and I was taken to libraries several times a week.  We vacationed abroad, as well as domestically.  While a serious child, my family did their best to teach me to play like other kids.  My eyesight and lower limbs and feet were not quite right.  Later, I was proud that I was a decent shot at target practice, despite the bad eyesight.  Hunting season was a joyous time in our family.  “The boys” went off to the mountain states which left my Mother and I to our own devices – delicious!  When the boys came home with venison and elk, we had it processed into many types of food and leather products.  Waste not, want not.  This honors the game.  Mounted racks and heads decorated the family room.

A couple of decades after I almost killed John Sebastian and endangered my Mother, I understood everything so much better.  John had been raised in a private orphanage, due to the death of his father, a Spanish citizen.   He had plenty of money, but hoarded it out of insecurity.  He had beaten his sons as he raised them because he had been beaten as a form of discipline.   He experienced a range of emotions like anyone else.  He danced, flattered the ladies, hunted, bought and sold real estate, harvested his beloved pecan grove, fished and traveled the state of Texas.  He was a deputized sheriff.  He read extensively, held strong opinions, and was reflective as well.  He was just a sad old man when I almost killed him.

Needless to say, had I shot him (or my Mother by accident) that day, my life would not have included law school, a political appointment to public service, five wonderful children and grandchildren, degrees in history, decades of precious students, nor a lifetime of glorious travel and residency around the world.

I could write at least five more narratives, all just as personal, that help explain why I firmly support more sophisticated legislation regarding guns in the homes of our citizenry, as well as gun education, increased dialogue about the Second Amendment interpretation of the right to bear arms, enforcement, and the gun culture of many of our Southern, Southwestern, and Western states in the U.S.A.  It should not be taboo to discuss this; it should be required.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Simple things

Pushing this rotary blade mower today – almost done with 2 out of 4 large yards (over an acre). This is my second day of experimenting with this activity. My thoughts below the visual evidence.

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What if more people around the world viewed environmentally responsible habits as fun? Healthy? Rewarding? Pleasurable?

I am older and not in great health, presently. In fact, I am in physical therapy twice a week and on a medical leave of absence from my university. But this, this activity: balance is not an issue because I’m holding a wide, sturdy bar similar to a walker; risk of harm is low because there is no power motor involved; weight is distributed evenly. Note the full foot and ankle brace showing on right ankle. Whenever I feel tired, I slow down or stop and rest. The activity will take several sessions spread out over several days.  It was definitely aerobic which is challenging for me to find (can’t run, can’t pound the foot/ankle, can’t bicycle due to balance handicap, too cold out to swim).

This experience was filled with pleasure and satisfaction. I felt empowered. The rotary blades did a good job.  Worked off some of the anxiety of the news from Brussels. I was not disturbing my neighbors and community with the noise of small engines, nor was I polluting the air. Mild muscle strengthening. Husband and dog entertained. Form and posture could be worked out, modified, tested through the marching up and down the grounds. A good stretch.  Happily wearing my dorky clothes. Wind blowing the blousy blouse.

Lean in, Pat; lean in!

 

 

 

The First European Print-On-Demand Bookstore Opens in Paris

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