5.22.2009

Acceptance is Everything


Washington D.C. (5/22/2009)--It didn’t matter if you were a democrat or a republican; Elizabeth Edwards’s message to the American public seemed to be universal. When Edwards spoke Thursday night at the Willard Hotel in downtown Washington D.C., she warned women not to grow up expecting a fairy tale life. Instead, she said that life is all about making adjustments and being willing to “accept the new normal.”

            Sharing her struggles and her life coping skills by reading excerpts from her new book, Resilience, Edwards allowed herself to appear human to the three hundred people in attendance at the event sponsored by the National Press Club.

            “Sometimes when we face hurdles in our lives, we just want to turn around and go back to the life we were living before,” said Edwards, speaking from her own experience. “Sometimes our lives are not the straight lines we expected.”

            Edwards openly shared examples of situations in her life that have forced her to find a way to survive on her own. She did warned people, however, that they could not simply use her experience as a recipe for dealing with their own problems. Everyone has to figure it out for themselves.

            “You can’t just find out someone else’s recipe for change,” Edwards said. “You have to find your own answers.”

            When her athletic father suffered a stroke and was diagnosed as “brain dead” in 1990, Edwards was struck for the first time with feelings of intense grief. Edwards read from her book sections describing her panic when she received news from the doctors that her father would never walk again.

            Edwards said that she realized for the first time that she didn’t have to take one doctor’s viewpoint as reality. Instead, she learned to use skills that her father had taught her to realize that no situation is ever perfect, however, if you readjust your expectations, you can still live a “majestic life.”

            Edwards’s father lived eighteen years after his initial diagnosis predicted his death and eventually improved to the point where he was able to drive and speak—both accomplishments he was supposed to be unable to achieve.

            Edwards said that it was a good thing her beloved father wasn’t perfect and that she was able to see this through his illness, because as a witness to his struggles, she was able to learn that resilience is possible no matter what the circumstances are, no matter the imperfection.

            The death of Edwards’s sixteen year-old son, Wade in 1993, was a major obstacle that Edwards said forced her to re-evaluate her faith, as well as her perspective on life. Losing a child is never easy, as was noted by many of the audience members during the question and answer section of the meeting, but Edwards said that she was eventually able to accept Wade’s death and stop blaming God.

            Taking advice from Bill Moyer’s Genesis program, Edwards said that she found her own answers to her questions. Edwards said, “I realized that you don’t have the God you want, you have the God you have.” She wanted a God who wouldn’t let innocent people die. Edwards said that she had to accept the fact that innocent deaths occur due to human choice and are not always God’s will.

            “I realized that I had a God, instead, who promised me salvation if I lived a good life,” said Edwards. She admitted that this may not synch with everyone’s set of religious beliefs, but they are hers.

            After the death of her son, Edwards continued to face the challenges of life as a politician’s wife and as later as a breast cancer patient.

            “A political spouse has a completely derivative existence,” stated Edwards. Being truthful with her audience, Edwards said that her husband, John Edward’s, political career as a senator and presidential candidate is really the only reason anyone knows who she is.

             For that reason, she said that it was really important for her to find a hobby or an activity that was hers and no one else’s. So Elizabeth Edwards became a furniture collector—something she had always been interested in ever since she was growing up and her mother ran a thrift store. When Edwards could no longer fit the furniture she bought in her own home, she opened her own shop and called it The Red Window.

            Hobbies aside, Edwards, who is also an attorney and practiced law for 17 years, said that she is actually most proud of her role in life as a homemaker. Providing her children with a safe, accepting, and loving environment has proven to be Ms. Edwards’s most important role in life.

            Despite her husband’s infidelity, which Edwards chooses not to dwell on, she said that she still believes she married the right man. Exemplifying her theory of acceptance, Edwards devoted only a small portion of her book to her husband’s affair and refused to play into the media’s desire to resort to “yellow journalism.” Edwards declined interviews with the Associated press for this exact reason: the AP refused to refrain from questioning her about her husband’s mistress. Edwards sees it as unnecessary.

            “Until the day that I think I’m perfect I am not going to expect perfection from others,” Edwards said.

            Instead, Edwards noted that her husband of 30 years remains the center of her life and she, the center of his. His careful attention to her needs after Edwards was diagnosed with terminal breast cancer has meant a great deal to her.

            Together, Edwards said that she and her husband are raising their children to “learn to have wings.” Edwards believes that her role as a parent is to set an example for her children. For this reason, Edwards had remained public about many of her personal struggles and problems. To Edwards, it was important for her children to see that she is not hiding away just because she has incurable cancer and she is not crying in a corner because her marriage is imperfect.

            In fact, Elizabeth Edwards was doing the exact opposite. She opened herself up to the public in a manner that allowed for anyone to put themselves in her shoes. By doing so, she grabbed the attention of America.

By Catherine Moore, camoore@bu.edu
Photo Courtesy of www.babble.com

5.18.2009

The Sound of DC.

If I were to evaluate my expectations for  summer 2009 based on one of the five senses, my first day interning in Washington DC would be exactly what I had envisioned...just like it sounds.

Beginning with the clickety-clack of hundreds of high heels hitting the pavement, my day was starting off exactly how I had pictured it for the past half year. The moment I stepped out of my uncle's Monte Carlo Chevrolet , I became one of the masses headed into the capitol for the 9-5 work day. My new grey suit itched a bit as I headed down the escalator and tapped my Smart Card, pushing my way through the Metro system turn styles. Beep...clunk, clunk. Much smoother, I noted, than the Boston "T" system that I am accustomed to.

 The Metro shot out of no where and slid to a smooth stop directly in front of me...almost noiselessly. Suited bodies marched onto the train like military men. I followed, sheepishly pulling off the Banana Republic tag still attached to my pants. Itchiness resolved. 

"It's very quiet this morning," said the tanned, farmer like gentleman sitting beside me, with whom I had not initiated conversation. "I think they are all still asleep." Yup, I thought, so let's let them sleep. I smiled, however, and the man seemed satisfied with my response. He was a nice guy, I just didn't really feel like talking. My attention was focused on soaking it all in: the people, the atmosphere, the vibe of the men and women who run our capitol. Okay, maybe not THE men and women who run our nation- their preferred mode of travel is by limo or private vehicle- however, the backbone of Washington rides the Metro every morning and every evening. No I am one of them. 

The train whizzed quickly along the blue line, through Rosslyn, Metro Center, and finally arriving at Capitol South. I gingerly stepped off the train and, pretending I was a regular, I headed off with a determined air in the same direction as the kid who was walking in front of me. He was my age and dressed in a suit coat and tie...he was probably interning like me, right? Wrong. He got on another train and I turned around and retraced my steps.  

Faux pas numero uno. Oh well, I brushed it off- I'm new to this.

Standing at the top of the Metro stairway, I turned towards Independence Avenue. It was a straight shot to the Senate Building, the Library of Congress' Jefferson, Madison, and Adams buildings, as well as the Capitol Building across the way: my summer lay before me. I went to find a Starbucks. 

Rejuvenated with caffeine- which my close friends know is nothing but a code name for a "Venti Non-fat Vanilla Chai Latté"- I headed to the front steps of the LOC (Library of Congress) to meet my fellow NJC interns and start our tour. The steps of the colossal building, fashioned after Italian Renaissance architecture, were already occupied by a group of protesters. Carrying signs reading "Save our Babies" and "Though Shalt Not Kill" posters, about twenty people wearing red t-shirts posed a somewhat difficult obstacle to maneuver. My chai latté and my heavy brief case made me totter on my high heeled shoes. I should have left these ones in Vermont where they'll just sit in my sister's closet. 

The Library of Congress was breath taking. As the largest library in the nation, they receive over 22,000 items per day and they only keep around 11,000 for display. The large domed vestibules are intricately decorated with murals, etchings, engravings, and sculptures chiseled out of marble. Every aspect of the LOC represents an element of American history. Thomas Jefferson's entire collection of books- almost seven thousand volumes (this number may not be accurate) are sitting on shelves in the new library room on display in the Jefferson building. The most striking feature of the facility is the fact that we, the American people own the library. Therefore, as a student, I could request to read one of those very books that Jefferson gathered for his personal collection.

The LOC left me a bit tired from dodging stray elementary school students who had wandered off from their tour groups, so I quickly made a dash for the door when we were released for lunch. Out under the tame May sun, I went off to grab my first capitol lunch. 

5.02.2009

Walking the Talk?


"You can't swing a dead cat without hitting a gay staffer." CNN reports tonight, quoting the director of a new film that's really shaking things up (and naming names)...

Kirby Dick includes this line in his new film titled Outrage that outs gay/homosexual politicians in Washington D.C. Mr. Dick actually says that the film does not actually "out" people, but merely reports on hypocrisy on capitol hill. Over a three year period of time, Mr. Dick's research team found hundreds of politicians who vote against gay rights in our country's legislature, however, they are actually gay themselves.

Mr. Dick says that this is hypocritical and harmful to thousands of gay Americans. For this reason, he is not afraid to show his film and he believes that it will actually aid the gay rights movement. 

But what about those names that Mr. Dick is including in his film? I am told that most of these people are not flamboyantly gay, and yet they are now exposed in full light to the American people. Yeah, so these people have the right to live the way they want to live...no doubt about it in my mind. And yes, perhaps they are voting in a hypocritical manner. But what politician isn't hypocritical? These people have the right to their privacy. And even if it is hurting their own future, it is their decision as to whether or not they want to change that. I think that the film could have been made without exposing the names of closeted homosexuals. The film is powerful, but when does that power over step its bounds and infringe on personal issues?

What about the reporters? Should we have reported on this hypocritical trend long ago? Or have we been tactful and respectful (despite tabloid reporting) and refrained from outing anyone? Are we to be reprimanded or applauded? 

I have no idea how much of this information on politicians' sexual tendencies is apparent to the public eye; I have no idea how many reporters knew certain politicians voting against gay rights who were actually gay themselves. I am totally clueless. But I do know that if it was me, I would want to make the decision myself. Just like announcing my wedding some day, or the birth of my first child. That is something that is mine and I want it to come from me. 

5.01.2009

Amahoro & Ubumwe!


Translated, these two words in Kinyarwanda (the Bantu language of Rwanda) mean "Peace and Unity."

Plain and simple, the words are straightforward, yet, what they stand for is something almost impossible. It is a Utopian world that I have yet to see. I would argue that very few countries in this world today have achieved such significant degree of universal peace and unity amongst their people. It's something that we will strive to attain all of our lives. It is part of our humanity--our journey in life. As long as we are on the path towards this thing, we are good to go. 

Recently, I have been thinking a lot about the country of Rwanda in Africa. I knew that the 1994 genocide in Rwanda was devastating. I say "I knew" this (as if I could ever really know...I couldn't)  because I had been listening to stories about the country since high school. I had also read about it in several biographies. Then my 17 year old sister, Sarah, decided to go there this past February 2009. Now, the Rwanda had my full attention. Perhaps I should have cared more seven years ago when my high school started the Rwanda Educational Partnership with the country, but I can't look back. What matters is that I am discovering what matters now. 

 With a population growth rate of almost 3%, the country of Rwanda has one of the highest densities on the continent. With over forty percent of its population under the age of 14 years old, it is also a country of children. Children who have stories, many of which are stories of astonishing gravity for ones so young. 

These are the stories that I want to tell in my summer documentary. To correct myself, I will not be telling these stories myself. I will only be the vessel through which the stories are told. I am not a professional...ironically, I am more familiar with being in front of the camera than behind it. This piece--however scrappy and crude on my part--will be organic and a creation that is formed on its own, without constraints. 

The students from Harwood Union High School and the people of Rwanda are going to do all of the talking. I am just there to observe this unique relationship between a rural school in the Green Mountains and a similarly green country in Africa. The story is woven together by the fibers of relationships; friendships formed between people who are different...but not nearly as much as they thought. 

4.27.2009

Words of Inspiration: Favorite Quotes found Recently

Mark C. Taylor, Chairman of the religion department at Columbia University.

“Do not do what I do; rather, take whatever I have to offer and do with it what I could never imagine doing and then come back and tell me about it.”

Love in the Time of Cholera ~ by Marquez

"Allow yourself to be carried along by curiosity."

Namaste: The Devine in me recognizes the Devine in you.

Respect.

A Wise Mother:

"If you have something to fall back on...you will."

Random Movie Whose Title I forget...

"Be in Love with the life you're living. It's gotta be glorious or else get off the ship."

4.23.2009

Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde: Philip Markoff Goes to My School

In reality, Philip Markoff was a med student at the Boston University Medical School, which is in a different location of the city from the undergraduate campus. However, the twenty-three year old Boston resident (labeled yesterday as the "Craig's List Killer" by the Boston Herald) still carries the "BU" titled tacked to his name. And that makes my skin crawl just a little bit...

Why? Because Markoff looks just like about every frat boy I know on campus. He's attractive, looks friendly (from the two pictures I have seen) , dresses preppy with polo shirts and khakis, and probably spends his share of time in the gym. He is also engaged to Megan McAllister and they were planning an August wedding at McLoone's Pier House in Long Branch, New Jersey. Sounds pretty normal to me. The cookie cutter American boy is pursuing a noteworthy career in medicine and he's marrying a beautiful girl in the perfect wedding ceremony--all reasons to make his parents proud.

So what went wrong? All of sudden, Markoff is now standing in Boston Municipal Court pleading "not guilty" to charges of murder, armed robbery, and kidnapping? Boston Police claim that they have had Markoff under surveillance for some time, since they found evidence that put him at the scene of two recent hotel attacks. On April 10th, Markoff is said to have robbed a masseuse at gunpoint and on the 14th, he allegedly killed a second masseuse, Julissa Brisman. Markoff supposedly arranged both meetings through Craig's List and scheduled them at hotels in Boston’s expensive Back Bay neighborhood. 

The New York Times reporters Abby Goodnough and Anahad O' Connor reported that Suffolk County District Attorney Daniel Conley,said that “Philip Markoff is a man who is willing to take advantage of women, to hurt them, to beat them, to rob them. He thought he was going to get away with it; he thought he was too smart for us.”

Markoff's close friends and family are stunned; his peers and professors at the BU Medical campus are floored; the city of Boston is reeling. Why are we so shocked? Markoff is not your stereotypical (alleged) killer, which means that the manner in which we predetermine killers within society is not accurate. If this is the case, then there may be far more potential murders walking amongst us. Now that is a scary thought!

After filing this story away in my mind as "bizarre" and "tragic," my thoughts immediately jumped to the plight of Ms. McAllister--the fiancée. What could she be possibly thinking at this moment? How is she getting through the day? When did she find out that her soon to be hubby was living a dual life? Did she ever see any signs of his alter-ego? And finally, does she really think he's innocent? 

Utilizing modern technology that enables public access to the media, Ms. McAllister emailed ABC's Good Morning America show with a statement backing her fiancée and his plea of innocence. The New York Times reports that Ms. McAllister said in the email that Markoff is “a beautiful person inside and out” who “could not hurt a fly.” 

Well, she's being proactive and fighting for her man. But how far will that loyalty stretch? What sort of hard evidence does the jury need to see to convict Markoff? Will this same evidence convince Ms. McAllister as well? And what happens then, if Ms. McAllister realizes that her adorable Dr. Jekyll who studies the cure for disease is actually living the life of a killer on his Mr. Hyde, dark side?