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Why I am no longer a Quaker

Tuesday, October 19th, 2010

It started as an echo. Bounced from a distant right-wing talking point from 5 years previous to a source just as capable of intellectual discernment and discretion as a canyon.

The news outlets had flooded us with new details of our water-boarding prisoners at Guantanamo. Prior to that, there were allegations but never an admission from Cheney / Bush that this was true.

A true Quaker rose during meeting for worship to express his grief and outrage and to remind everyone that “there is that of God in everyone.” The echo of Beck rose to alarm us by repeating the specious argument about a ticking time-bomb.

However terrible, this was not sufficient for me to stop considering myself a Quaker.

I raised a concern to the appropriate committee so that someone or some group would speak to the echo and explain that all men are innocent until proven guilty, that water-boarding is torture and we convicted Japanese soldiers of war crimes after WWII.

But they confused themselves with a Unitarian Policy committee where all views are equal weight particularly when they cook every year at the flea market.

To this day, years later, no one has told the echo that he is wrong and gullible. And no one has told the committee that Quaker values mean taking a stand for equality and justice.

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Saturday, July 10th, 2010

My back had a serious problem.  The lowest disc had herniated.  I saw an osteopathic doctor who confirmed and had an MRI which was revealing and painful.  Lying perfectly flat with a triangle wedge holding my legs up should never hurt but shooting pains down my legs indicated that I had a very serious problem.

During the pre-operation discussion, complete with signing of waivers and other forms, I explained to the doctor that I really liked jogging to keep my weight down.  But I knew that the impact would not be good for me.  So, I asked him about exercises to keep me fit and not stress the back.

“Biking?” I asked.   “Only if you’re not bent over.  Ride up, like this”, the doctor said with his back straight.  “Swimming?”  He shook his head “no” and said, “too much twisting of the torso.”  I had run out of non-shock exercise so I asked, “Any other suggestions?”

“Sex”  “What?”, I asked but trying to not let him flummox me, “How about the cardio?”  “That depends on who you’re with, doesn’t it?”   I was completely speechless at that point.

Later, after the surgery was considered a success and on discharge from the hospital, the doctor was writing my prescriptions for pain medication when I asked for a special prescription…
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