Week 4 USA: Wild Rides

Full of wild rides, the highlight of this week included the presentation of flowers to Stany and Shanty at an assembly of over 2,000 faculty, administrators, and staff employed at Portland Community College (PCC). Assembled only on the first day of each academic year, during 2-3 hours of speeches by the President of PCC and a few selected others Stany was allocated time to shared words with all present. His comments were very well spoken and received – leaving a fine first impression that should last throughout the coming months. I think he may not have realized how great an honor those at PCC feel it is to have him as a Fulbright Scholar here. Theirs were the only flowers presented to anyone during this event!

During the few days preceding this annual ``In-Service`` event, Stany and Shanty (together with my wife Kristine and I) spent three days and two nights a little over 200 miles away to the east. Shanty described traveling by car on the freeway as like ``floating on a cloud`` (so smooth and soft, with only an occasional wave of movement associated with a slight up or down in the pavement or sideways shift to the occasionally heavy winds in the Columbia River Gorge. As we floated our way for about 5 hours to Walla Walla in Washington State, we followed the course of the great Columbia River and marveled at the cliffs carved by it over many thousands of years. As we passed swiftly by small towns, three huge dams, and observed wind surfing, the landscape changed from the lush forests of the west to the high desert of the east and I shared memories long buried of life as I had known during a few pre-teen summers spent with my mother and step father at Sundale Orchards (as we drove by it): memories of sand dunes before the dams, of hunting for tribal arrowheads on the river banks and agate rocks in the hills.

Arriving in Walla Walla, we located our lodging at the Vineyard Inn, enjoyed lunch, and found our way to the office of Ashley Esary at Whitman College. It was in Dr. Esary`s ``Democracy in Asia`` seminar that Stany had his first U.S. classroom teaching experience – and where his wife Shanty was able to see him for the first time ever conducting a class! The chairperson of Whitman`s Political Science Department, Professor Shampa Biswas (a Bengali from Delhi who, like me, received a Ph.D. from the University of Minnesota), also enjoyed Stany`s presentation which provided insights into the constitutional structure of government in India, how civil society movements relate to that structure, and prospects for reform efforts currently underway. Dean of the Faculty, Dr. Tim Kaufman-Osborne, graciously treated us all to dinner that evening at the Thai Ploy Restaurant where good conversations provided dessert to an eventful day.

Friday, September 16th, was spent at the Pendleton Roundup where we had a great time watching the annual ``Westward Ho`` parade prior to our going in to the stadium venue for the famous rodeo. The parade lasted fully two hours and included a total of 652 horses and more people carrying flags than I can remember anywhere! Covered wagons, marching bands, Native Americans in glorious traditional costumes, stage coaches, children scrambling for candy, and so many memories will remain from that event. Viewing it all were three little blonde-haired girls with family members next to us – two of whom took a great liking to Stany and sat with him. One unforgettably highlight involved a massive horse which stopped in the middle of the street to urinated such a large quantity of water as to have it flow down to the curb on both sides! Many of the horses which followed would balk at the mess and hop over it, providing chuckles in an ongoing manner. At the end of the parade, Stany and Shanty were amazed to see a street sweeping machine immediately using water to clean up all along the parade route. Smiling broadly, Stany observed how ``That would not happen in India``!

The Pendleton Roundup Rodeo was literally full of wild rides. With 101 years of tradition, over 50,000 people attend this yearly showcase of Cowboy and Native American athletic events that include bucking bronco horses, bull riding, calf roping, and bareback horse racing for both men and women. Our affordable $25 seats gave us a good view of both the crowd and the action. In the contests, it would seem the animals won over the humans about half the time, with each inflicting about the same pain upon the other. When the noise of the crowd permitted, Stany and I noted similarities between the violence of this entertainment and what is known of the gladiatorial contests of ancient Rome – though here the objective is not to take life. In fact, two human contestants and one calf were sufficiently injured to require being carried off the field of battle. The courage of the human athletes is admirable and naturally evokes a level of admiration that even a Gandhi might have felt. That the animals are not voluntary participants, however, may give pause to a thoughtful person. That said, what souvenir did I purchase for Stany and Shanty to take back to India as a reminder of this experience?: a set of spurs that are worn on boots used to provoke the spirited horses to buck! How thoughtful is that gift?!!

Before returning to Portland we rode around to other sightseeing. The Native American Museum associated with the Tamastglikt Cultural Institute near Pendleton included excellent exhibits relating to life current and present. Especially touching to me was walking through a replica of an Indian Boarding School where, for many decades, native cultural was systematically undermined with attempts to make traditional peoples become culturally white. We enjoyed huckleberry pie and cookies, fry bread/elephant ears (with sugar and cinnamon), and walked around the many booths set up for tourists in Pendleton`s city center. Stany and Shanti were especially pleased to take pictures of apple orchards near Milton Freewater where they strode amongst trees weighed down with dark red fruit ready for harvest. As in the Portland Rose Garden last week, Shanty observed how ``This is like heaven``! Additional glimpses of the Columbia River Gorge completed the weekend adventure, with stops at Maryhill Art Museum and a replica of Stonehenge (a 1,500 BCE ruin in England) which was built on a site dedicated to U.S. soldiers who died in World War I.

A relative day of rest on Sunday preceded the wild ride of events and meetings that would commence with the In-Service event at Portland Community College (PCC) on September 19th. Included among the additional meetings Stany and I attended were those held for Subject Area Committee (SAC) Chairs, all employees at the PCC Rock Creek Campus, the PCC Cascade Campus Social Science Division, the PCC Educational Advisory Council (EAC), and the Internationalization Steering Committee at PCC. 6 meetings totaling 16 hours in four days (thankfully Wednesday was not booked)! Stany was recognized as a special guest throughout and had many opportunities to begin relationships with people throughout the PCC system. Though quite tired each night, Stany seemed to thrive throughout it all, enjoying the ride and while absorbing a vast amount of information in such a short period of time. As classes commence next week, I believe that he may be declared well-oriented to understand how this institution operates!

Conversations of interest generated through topics inspired by this wild ride of information could certainly fill a roller coaster! The most stimulating of these related to issues that included homosexuality, student leadership development, faculty teaching styles, educational cost and funding concerns, curriculum development, and competing views regarding the role of education in society. At the EAC Meeting, for example, two hours were devoted to small and large group discussions responding to an article entitled ``Libe and Learn: Why We Have College`` by Louis Menand of Harvard University. Summarized briefly, Dr. Menand sought to objectively outline three theories of education he sees as competing for our allegiance; 1) a Merit Theory which sees the role of the teacher to separate the ``more intelligent from the less intelligent`` students via a grading system, 2) a type of Liberal Arts Theory which sees the primary purpose to socialize students to become citizens reflecting the ``mainstream of reason and taste`` in society, and 3) a Vocational Theory which that seeks to prepare students for employment by focusing on developing specialized skills.

Stany and I were among only a few of the 40 faculty and administrators present who took the discussion to a level which questioned Dr. Menand`s claim of objectivity and rejected the three theories all reflecting a common but crippling flaw: All frame the discussion with an unspoken assumption that sees the student as a commodity which the teacher must will with knowledge and somehow prepare to fit functionally into society as it currently operates. The idea that our personal and institutional responsibilities should extend to caring for the social and emotional needs of each student is largely absent. To not enter that realm of responsibility, which (to use the psychologist Abraham Maslow as a reference) is to virtually overlook the addressing of physiological, security, social, and self esteem needs that may be foundational to any student being academically successful. What is more, the lip service we may give to fulfilling critical and creative thinking objectives remain hollow if we are more concerned about 1) ranking students, 2) socializing students, or 3) getting students jobs – than actually helping to empower students to make their own choices as more self-actualized individuals (and more capable of changing society as it currently operates)!

Should not struggling with considerations of what justice should mean be also central to an ideal educational process? Should not teachers of higher education be more than competent purveyors of information and (radical thought?) become Professors? Should not the best Professors be more than evangelists for their own point of view and become leaders among those who seek improved understandings of what is True? I have no doubt that those I look up to would say yes to all three of these questions. People like Buddha, Socrates, Jesus, Mohammad, Galileo, Mohandas Gandhi, and Martin Luther King Jr. are among those who inspire me to say yes. Yet to say yes certainly risks the enduring the wrath of society as it functions at the time. All of those I look up to have had to sacrifice the abuse of others (often giving up their lives) for the sake of greater justice in present and future generations. Shall the consequences of my commitments be any different? Should yours?

Life itself is quite a wild ride. That it sometimes includes honors and flowers is most pleasant. That it must include pain and sacrifice must be equally accepted.

Week 3 USA: Full of Activity

Connected to Stany and Shanty only by phone conversations this week, I will add some of their experiences from this week upon their arrival back to Portland. In their absence, our week has been full of activity that includes political demonstrations, a wedding, birthday celebrations, a religious retreat for my wife, several communications with our daughter in Costa Rica, and my preparations for classes to begin. The featured photo is of the Burnside Bridge in Portland where I (in the shadow) would later join others in holding 7 signs:

1) Bradley Manning, 2) Spilled the Beans, 3) Now War is Deadly by Any Means. 4) Our Lethal Drones, 5) Execute Civilians in Their Homes. 6) Stop War, 7) Free Bradley Manning.

For those who may have never heard about Bradley Manning (or have forgotten about him), he was a young U.S. Army soldier in Iraq who was arrested in May of 2010 on suspicion of releasing classified information (including 250,000 U.S. diplomatic cables and footage of U.S. airstrikes in Iraq and Afganistan) to the website WikiLeaks. This information inspired the New York Times and many other newspapers to unveil many secrets in subsequent articles which, in turn, helped to fan the winds of revolutionary change in Egypt and elsewhere. After being held under inhumane conditions for over 10 months in solitary confinement (and often even without clothing), Bradley Manning awaits court martial proceedings in the medium security military prison in Fort Leavenworth, Kansas. Local demonstrations throughout the U.S., including ours, seek his freedom and defend the principle that democracy functions best when secrecy is kept to a minimum.

In another event into which I had input, about 100 people gathered to commemorate the attack of 9/11/20 together with its aftermath. We met out of regards to the 2,753 mostly civilians who perished that day, and the over 6,000 U.S. servicemen who have died carrying out U.S. policies over the 10 years following that day. By some estimates, a total of over one million have lost their lives in Iraq, Afganistan, and Pakistan with more than 90% of these being civilians. A debatable combination of lies and erroneous information fuel by a cultural impulse seeking revenge accounts for most of this carnage.

We now know that, prior to the U.S. onslaught, the Taliban in Afganistan had offered to detain Osama Bin Laden pending a trial by an international tribunal, that Saddam Hussein had none of the ``weapons of mass destruction`` which were used by the U.S. to justify a pre-emptive strike against his regime in Iraq, and that President Musharif of Pakistan had been warned of a possible U.S. invasion of his country if he failed to cooperate with our ``War on Terror``. Might much, if not all of the suffering, caused by U.S. policies both prior to 9/11 and after have been avoided if we this country were to behave more as a compassionate neighbor than as an Empire defending its self-proclaimed ``way of life``? What would Gandhi say? Buddha? Jesus? Mohammad? What would you say?

Most of us say ``Yes`` to life most of the time. A dramatic example of that for our family this week were present in our attending a wedding for a friend of our housemate Iris where my wife and I were welcomed attendees of a Spanish Mass where two people of Mexican heritage exchanged their vows of lifelong commitment. Celebrating our former foster daughter`s birthday was another, with Margarita (Maggie) throwing a party for her daughter Hanilyn the next day at her home – with over 40 people overeating while enjoying the excellent music of a three-person Mexican band. Approaching 2 years old, Hanilyn and I played in a sandbox and later sat in my lap for a record 15 minutes (enjoying the scene and fascinated by my camera)! She also allowed my wife Kristine to feed her for the first time! After being neglected by us for the first year of her life (9 months of which we were traveling abroad), it seems that she is willing to forgive her strangely pale grandparents in her second year! All that certainly says ``Yes`` ~~ to me!

Much of the rest of the week was consumed by me preparing for Fall Term courses I teach as well as Kris attending a religious retreat for which she mostly maintained silence for three days. Shaman, Iris , and I managed some mindless entertainment while seeing the film ``Transformers III: the Dark Side of the Moon`` and, in fact, there was a lovely full harvest (orange) moon last weekend. Kris` niece Nicole gave birth to a healthy son with a great new name: Rory Boone (O`Neil). Our daughter Sonrisa has been having a fine time milking goats, picking coffee beans, and learning all about methane while working on an organic farm in Costa Rica. Our housemate Tom continues volunteering with Senator Merkely.

Overall, our lives this week have been fairly full of activity!From their week visiting relatives in Florida and Texas, Stany and Shanty had much to share. Their Florida adventure began with a long drive from Ft. Lauderdale down to the very bottom of the Florida Keyes. The beauty of the Palm Trees and tropical environment reminded them much of Kerala, though traversing the seven miles of bridges linking the islands was a sight almost beyond the imagination. Numerous waterways were reminiscent of the Kerala backwaters, though the alligators they saw in Florida are a contrast to what may be found in India. The weather, however, including the seasonal rainfall was much like that of Kerala, prompting Shanty to tell us that ``It was much too hot and humid, Uncle.``

In the way to Key West they had stopped to watch the launching of a satellite (Delta II) from the Kennedy Space Center where a whole day was spent. As the rocket made its way into the sky they were able to better imagine the reality of space exploration which they could see documented at the Space Center. There they learned all about the Apollo trips to the moon, together with artifacts from that time. There also was a Space Shuttle on display, open enough for them to see its inner workings. How amazing is the technology we humans have managed to create! Yet if we applied that energy to making peace on Earth, might that be an even greater ``giant step for mankind``? Perhaps a small step in that direct could begin with India and Pakistan working together to relieve their peoples suffering from a second year of belated and behemoth monsoon rains?

On their way back from Key West their tour stopped at Miami Sea Aquarium where they enjoyed viewing seals, sea lions, and dolphins. Apparently the dolphins were most impressive in the skills they displayed, leaping out of the water and high into the air seeming to smile all the time in accordance with their trainers instructions. Shanty observed how she had tried to use some of the hand signals on Stany but without much success (ha). I suggested that maybe Dolphins were smarter than her husband and I, and that she and my wife might have to employ other strategies on us to get what they want!

While there was no time during their few days in Florida to go to Disney World, Stany and Shanty were given the experience of going into a Casino. Stany observed the behaviors of folks ranging from younger people seeming to have a good time to a disproportionate number of senior citizens who appeared to take their gambling more seriously. Upon his return, we talked about the ``get rich quick`` attitude that many see as a growing cultural trend in the U.S. with many adverse consequences. For the few who do get rich quick, there is often a feeling of somehow deserving that which was not really earned, and a corresponding lack of willingness to share with others their good fortune. For the many losers the myth of the American Dream continues, together with the hope that only a little effort is needed to really score big! Ironically, Shanty played a little on the slot machines and won $100! Rather than celebrate and go for more, they stopped and gave the money away to help cover the cost of gasoline for the car transporting them around.

It is good that Stany and Shanty were able to share Saturday, September 11th in the company of family and friends. This is the climax of the Kerala harvest week of ONUM celebrated by all religious groups and economic classes. There children are released from schools for the week, family feasts are common, and traditional events are jointly celebrated. Had they been with us in Portland, Stany and Shanty might have been far more homesick. Skyping relatives in India provides some emotional sustenance – but there can be no real substitute for sharing with family in person at times like this. When I phoned them that day, I could feel the happiness in Stany`s voice.

Their flight to Dallas, Texas was like from a steaming pressure cooker into a fire. The dry heat of Texas was overwhelming for Shanty who was reluctant to leave the comfort of air conditioned rooms. ``It was like a desert, Uncle``! In fact, Texas is not unlike a burning furnace these days, with autumn heats still into the 90-100 degree Fahrenheit extending an historic period of draught which is still feeding wildfires near Austin that have consumed well over 1,000 homes. It is in this context, including extreme water rationing and livestock dying that Republican Governor and Presidential hopeful Rick Perry confesses his continuing skepticism regarding whether or not global warming is affected at all by human behavior. Such denial, perhaps, is made more possible by the most popular distraction (drug?) enjoyed in that state: American Football. Might sports be described as a great opium for the people? As long as the Texas Longhorn team (whose massive stadium Stany and Shanty were able to gaze at from the outside) stands tall, the painful death of longhorn steers can be of less concern those not too directly affected….

Shown great hospitality by their many cousins who live in and around Dallas/Ft. Worth, Stany and Shanty were encouraged to shop with them, but resisted in preference to good conversations in which they could affirm relationships which, in some cases had gone 15 years without personal contact. ``My father taught me well``, said Stany, ``that people are much more important than property``. ``Having more things does not bring happiness. Having loving relationships can do that.`` So it is that the Fulbright Scholar from India displays a more philosophical and spiritual side – a side that affirms to m that he and I have far more in common regarding basic values than I had realized when we were in India.

Week 2 USA: Seattle & the APSA

Stany and Shanty seem very small in this photograph of the most massive escalator I have ever seen. Inside the Washington State Convention Center in downtown Seattle, there are three tiers cascading one after the other while extending to the fourth floor of the building! It is like a metal waterfall carrying people rather than water! By comparison with Portland or anything before seen in their experience, everything in Seattle seems massive: 60 story buildings (Shanty counted), extreme traffic on the streets, and the famous Space Needle rising to 605 feet (184 m.) making the skyline appear quite unique.

Driving 3.5 hours to Seattle from Portland, I decided the most dramatic entrance into the city would be by ferry boat across Puget Sound from the U.S. naval shipyard in Bremerton. It had been many years since Kris and I had taken this hour long ride and our timing allowed for the sun to be at our backs near sunset so as to have the best photo opportunities of the skyline from the water. My nostalgia was rewarded with sunshine as we drove our 10 year-old van onto the massive ferry (designed to transport up to 120 automobiles). An elevator up to the observation deck gave us access to an open platform on the front of the vessel where the only negative required us to endure a fairly cool evening breeze of salty air. The departing view of Bremerton was spectacular with three aircraft carriers docked in plain view. Large jelly fish could be observed in the waters passing quickly far below. Views of the Seattle skyline emerged as amazingly as expected. The ride was further enhanced by friendly conversation with a lone passenger, Paul, a software salesman now from Pittsburg who surprised us all by generously offering us drinks!

Upon arriving in Seattle nostalgia prompted me to suggest dinner at Ivar`s Restaurant on the waterfront. When I was a child living with my single parent father just south of this city, my Dad and I would take a pilgrimage to Ivar`s every time my grandparents visited from Kansas. Grandpa loved the fish & chips while Grandma liked the famous clam chowder and prawns. So it is we enjoyed the sunset over Puget Sound eating at Ivar`s. Only my nectarine salad was moderately priced and Stany successfully won the battle with me to pay the bill. Stany`s generosity was consistently present throughout this trip and he and I struggled to accommodate one another by generally taking turns on spending issues. He can be very insistent yet compromise was possible!

Our primary reason (excuse) to be five days (4 nights) in Seattle was for Stany and I to attend the annual meeting of the American Political Science Association (APSA) that was held at the Convention Center featured in this week`s photo. We soon discovered why such a massive venue was needed, as this year`s event had over 7,000 people registered! Book publishers present were housed in a huge ballroom, with at least 75 displays enticing attendees to browse, adopt texts, or buy. Stany and I spent hours in this ballroom and I left with five books (3 at no cost and 2 at a discounted $10/each), with 4 additional complimentary copies to be mailed to me. Together we also collected a large variety of pens and other souvenirs available free of cost by the vendors – a stash that will help satisfy the need for Stany to provide gifts to many acquaintances upon his return to India! In these ways we helped recoup the substantial APSA membership and conference registration fees!

A most pleasant surprise was when we found Andrew Reiss at a display promoting Fulbright applications. Dr. Reiss had come to Portland Community College in the Fall prior to my departure for India – and remembered me from that brief visit two years ago. Very impressive! He, in turn, was impressed with how Stany and I had organized ourselves to each be granted a Fulbright to one another`s institutions in quick succession. It seems that such a thing is quite rare and, Dr. Reiss thought, likely worthy of having an interview arranged by Fulbright folks in Washington, D.C. (probably via phone or teleconference). Stany and I agreed to cooperate with any such request as we both, with great sincerity, feel indebted to Fulbright both for the opportunities we have had and for positive future educational outcomes that cannot fully be now seen. Dr. Reiss and I will be in ongoing communications regarding how Stany and I might be helpful.

Other activities associated with the APSA Conference included attending several panel presentations (often with only as many people in the audience as there were members of the panel), my attending a meeting of the Political Science Education Section(PSES) of the APSA, and making contact with many folks who may evolve into future relationships. At least two such people may apply to fill forthcoming teaching vacancies at my home institution, while I may share with several others multiple common interests at the APSA Teaching & Learning Conference now scheduled to take place in Washington, D.C. next February. At the International Reception, Kris and Shanty joined Stany and I in sharing with many Conference attendees coming from all over the world. Conversations with Political Science Instructors from Ghana, Turkey, and Argentina were especially stimulating, resulting in photograph gifts being sent out by me after our return to Portland.

We also managed time to play tourist, taking three afternoons to explore the famous Pike Place Market area and Seattle Aquarium as well as the Space Needle and Seattle Center (where I had attended the World`s Fair in 1962). Memories too many to mention would include watching children play in the massive fountain at the Seattle Center, listening to live music from an Ecuadorian folk group while Shanty and Stany went up 605 feet to the top of the Space Needle (=184m), and listening to a lecture from a scuba diver while she was among the fish in a huge tank at the Seattle Aquarium (seen through a widow at least 10 meters high and 15 wide. Most tasty of all our meals out, by far (in my opinion) was an all-you-can-eat Indian lunch buffet at Pablo`s at 3rd and Pike. Stany and Shanty also seemed very happy with their first native food in at least 10 days!

During our nights of sharing a large (2 queen sized beds) room at La Quinta Inn, the four of us lived as harmoniously as members of one family should, excited with the prospects of each new day. Stany was able to achieve email contact with a former classmate of his from India living in the Seattle area, resulting in he and Shanty having dinner out with Krishna and his wife (a reunion after 25 years)! We hope that these family friends will come down to Portland to continue the sharing begun in Seattle.

Our 4th night in Seattle we stayed at the home of my former step mother Ellen and her new husband Al who live in Mill Creek (about 30 minutes from downtown Seattle). Stany and Shanty were in awe of their fine home (including gargantuan bedrooms) as well as the recreational vehicle (RV) in their driveway (complete with its kitchen, bathroom, living area, and bedroom with queen-sized bed). My step-brother Mike and step-sister Carrie (with her daughter Katie) joined us for a fine meal provided by Ellen and we were able to talk well into the evening. Very pleasant. The next morning, after calling my Aunt Eunice (who was not feeling well enough for us to visit), we decided to postpone attending church so as to get an early start towards Mt. Rainier
(a substantial detour on the way back to Portland).

How could we not go to Paradise, when we had the chance? The drive to Paradise Inn (as high as any road goes on Mt. Rainier) was slow due to traffic associated with the Labor Day Holiday. Nostalgia again was mine as we slowly wound our way up the two lane highway I recalled from my childhood. I last traversed this route with my father and grandparents when I was 12 years old. 50 years ago. Even in early September, there was still snow when we arrived at Paradise Inn (much to the joy of Shanty), but not the Ice Cave I had hoped to enter again. A park ranger told me that the famous Ice Cave in my memory had fallen victim to global warming some 20 years ago. Perhaps that can also be explained away by those politicians still denying the reality of global warming and the human factors contributing to it….

Having missed by 15 minutes an evening Sunday evening Mass in Portland, we attended church at The Grotto on Labor Day morning. The Grotto is maintained by the Servite Order of the Catholic Church and is an area full of tall evergreen trees set against a cliff that rises to about 50 meters. Quite, serene, spiritual. Close to The Grotto we went to the top of Rocky Butte where, from a fortress-like structure, there is a fine view of the Coulumbia River Gorge, the Airport, and (about 4 miles distant) downtown Portland. Later in Labor Day, our housemate Iris joined Stany, Shanty, and I to visit the Pittock Mansion in Portland`s West Hills (with an amazing view of the Willamette River, downtown Portland, and Mt. Hood). From there we went to one of the largest rose gardens in the world at Washington Park. Recalling how much her deceased father loved flowers and trees, Shanty there proclaimed how ``This is heaven``! The roses were still almost entirely in bloom, displaying a variety of colors almost beyond belief. Stany and Shanty will certainly remember Portland as many do: the City of Roses.

On day 13 of their time in Oregon, I gave Stany and Shanty a short tour of all three campuses of Portland Community College from smallest to biggest starting with Cascade (about 25,000 students), to Rock Creek (about 30,000), to Sylvania (about 35,000). Urban, to rural, to suburban. We managed to have time to meet and share with all three Division Deans with who Stany will be working Nancy Wessel (at Cascade), Karen Sanders (at Rock Creek), and Loretta Goldy (at Sylvania). We also met with two of three campus Presidents, David Rule (at Rock Creek) and Linda Geis (at Sylvania) – both of whom invited us out to share future meals prior to Shanty`s scheduled departure on October 10th. Judging from photographs taken, my impression was that Stany and Shanty were very taken by each campus – but may have liked the physical presence of Rock Creek the best, with its 240 acres of woodlands, wetlands, and farming area.

Tomorrow Stany and Shanty will begin their third week in the U.S. in Florida (where they will be for 5 days), followed by Texas (where they will stay 2 days). This hectic schedule is to see relatives from Kerala living in the U.S. while also finding out there is much variety to this country beyond the Pacific Northwest. They willo return to Portland in a week`s time full of new adventures to tell us all about!

Week 1 USA: Many Things New

Fulbright Scholar Stany Thomas and his wife Shanty arrived safely to Portland on August 25th after 22 hours of flying from Kochi to Mumbai and through Amsterdam! Our reunion was heartfelt as these are family to us and it has been 16 months since we last shared. Pictured here near Timberline Lodge on the slopes of Mt. Hood, we can see the excitement in the eyes of Shanty at having seen and touched her first snow! This was their favorite photo from week one of their time in the U.S.. Stany is keeping a detailed journal from which he intends to compose an account of his own impressions of the experiences coming at him fast and furious. We are agreed that I will continue to relay my impressions of what we experience, at least until he adds his own commentary.

Many things new for Stany and Shanty is an extreme understatement. Even if we had not arranged such a busy schedule of activities for them, the list of what has been new this first week would go far beyond enjoying the remnant of snow on Mt. Hood. In terms of food alone, new tastes would include a first time for strawberries, blueberries, and blackberries; cantaloupe, pears, and nectarines; crepes, waffles, and dutch babies for breakfast as well as Mexican, Italian, and Middle Eastern meals. Knowing Stany quite well, I had expected him to fully welcome every opportunity to experience new things, Shanty surprised me by do the same – and with gusto! Wide-eyed at the life that was coming at her, she embraced it all, honesty assessing everything according to her preferences: strawberries, waffles, and spicy enchiladas were all definite winners!

A recurring theme was established even from the short trip from the airport to our home: ``Everything is so very clean, Uncle, and so organized!`` It is odd that this was not much in my consciousness before. Having seen the rubbish typically to be found on the sides of roads in Kerala and experienced the normal chaos that is involved in traveling there, it occurred to me: they are right. Our streets in Portland are pristine by comparison – and so well paved and managed by stop lights as to be no adventure to us! Yet for Stany and Shanty that first evening, circling the downtown area of our city on a freeway with three or more lanes on each direction (and in only minutes at 55 miles per hour (about 90 km/hour), must have been nearly miraculous.

We finished their first full day ever outside of India with a trip to a video rental store (Movie Madness) which doubles as a small museum (including Julie Andrew`s dress from The Sound of Music) and some pie at a neighborhood café (The Bipartisan), where coconut cream was preferred by both of them over Marionberry. ``Clean and organized`` was also the impression left by this counterculture café with the rough timbered floors, when Shanty was observed by me starring at the tattooed waitress with the colorful hair who was sweeping the floor. As I asked her what she thought of the waitress`s appearance, Shanty replied that it was the broom that had been the focus of her attention. ``It is very different from what we use back home.`` Both she and Stany seem to be completely accepting of the diversity of cultural expressions that are found here and are most astonished by things like the freeways and brooms! Upon reflection, I wonder why that should be surprising? In the multicultural environment of India, a wide variety of appearances is not unusual, but seeing radically new physical environments is cause for wide eyes.

Oregon is known for the great beauty of the natural environments we take great care to preserve. On day two of their time here (and after resting to begin recovering from jet lag), my wife Kris and I took our guests on a 30 minute drive from our home to Vista House at Crown Point, a structure built in 1825 to provide a panoramic view of the Columbia River Gorge. This and nearby waterfalls remain breathtaking even to those of us who have seen them many times. We hiked halfway up to the top of Multnomah Falls, with waters crashing into a pool 620 feet (over 200 meters) below where gravity begins the descent. Blessed with a gloriously beautiful sunny day also on day three, we drove out to see the blueberry farm where I had picked my fill two days before, enjoyed a picnic at Wildwood Park on the Salmon River, and completed the nearly 2 hour trek up to Mt. Hood. All events associated with this lovely Sunday to see snow were enjoyed with in the company of Reynaldo Jr. (8 year old step son to our foster daughter Margarita). He also had never been to Mt. Hood, so he and I had a short snowball fight there (until my sandaled feet became numb with cold).

Before returning Reynaldo to his home (where Shanty was most pleased to hold our granddaughter Hanilyn), there was the traditional stop at the Dairy Queen for ice cream. I mention this only because it illustrates how small things that are often taken for granted become worthy of becoming photographed! Inside and out Shanty was taking pictures, including one of Stany coming out of the bathroom! When I laughed and asked why she did this, she simply replied ``So clean and organized, Uncle``. Again, should I be surprised? There are no such restaurants (if we can call them that) in Palai, Kerala. Not even in Kottayam, and hardly in Cochi. No McDonalds, Olive Gardens, or Thai restaurants. It is all so new. Being with Stany and Shanty helps Kris and I become more aware of small pleasures that abound in the environment we now share with them. It is like seeing life anew through childlike eyes. Hopefully they will not become too accustomed to everything too quickly, as this is a most enjoyable experience to be with them as they explore all that which is so new.

My wife and Shanty visited The Dollar Tree (a store filled with cheap stuff which all costs one dollar). We also went shopping to Target, to WinCo (a worker-owned grocery store where we buy most of our food), and to Fred Meyer (part of a chain now owned by Kroger Foods). Each of these stores are in size far beyond anything that has been seen by them before. As Shanty was taking photos inside the Fred Meyer store, I found myself remembering with fondness the small markets where we would purchase produce in Palai. Few of the corner grocery stores I knew in my youth remain in the U.S. now. Is big really better? Certainly more stuff is readily available – but does that stuff make us happier? Does the bigness of our stores today do much to build relationships? I think not.

Relationships are much more tight in Kerala. Stany and Shanti brought gifts with them from home, including my request for toothpaste! Five tubes of Meswak (a non-fluoridated mix of ingredients including a rare herb combined with a licorice-like fennel taste)! The funny thing is that I could only describe the color of the tube to Stany before he departed from India. He got the proper brand by going to a small store which we had gone to (maybe five times) – and the cashier there remembered what I had purchased (over a year and a half ago)! Even the fairly superficial relationship I had with that cashier, half a world away, allowed Stany to find it. What are the odds of such a thing happening in the U.S.? Traditional, rural, societies where businesses are small and people know one another – have much to be said in their favor. My wife hopes that this may encourage me to brush my teeth more. It probably will! I like licorice! This toothpaste is like candy!

The remainder of our first week together was all about building relationships here. Shanty and Kris attended church several times (a daily practice they both share), with Stany and I tagging along once. The Mass at Ascencion Parish was far less formal than they are used to, but was enjoyed by both of them with the same grace with which they embrace other new experiences. On day four we were invited to the home of T.K. and Cathy (for a pot-luck associated with the homeless program at the church), where Stany and Shanty were also able to share with other volunteers including a refugee from Vietnam and his wife, as well as a person of Italian heritage who came with her daughter and husband (who has advanced Alzheimer`s). As if talking with the church crowd were not enough, the following day we were all at Kris` sister Maria`s home for a dessert extravaganza/party for Elise (a niece who is relocating to Hawaii). It was there Stany and Shanty were able to meet a portion of the Pierie Clan: my wife`s family) as well as see our son (Shaman), two daughters (Sonrisa and Mira), as well as Mira`s friend Naomi all in the same place at the same time.

Shaman, Sonrisa, Mira, and Naomi had all enjoyed the hospitality of Stany and Shanty` extended family during their time in India with us. The reunion of all here was heartwarming for me to witness. It was wonderful to see how the former hosts (Stany and Shanti) can now be so well hosted! Needless to say, our two guests have been staying up late into the night processing photographs, writing emails, and talking together (in Malayalam) using excited tones. Excited tones go off the scale during the daily Skype sessions they have each morning on their laptop computer with their three young children (back in Kerala) as well as several other households of family members who have downloaded the free communications program. Kris and I are also invited into some of these sessions (giving all an opportunity to practice understanding our difficult, for them, American English accents). We really are ``Uncle`` Michael and ``Aunt`` Kris!

In short, this first week was a whirlwind of things new. So much fun. Details were easily taken care of with regards to setting a bank account up for our guests, arranging for cell phone service, and applying for a Social Security Card (required of Stany). Each day was another adventure for them as well as for us!

August, 2011: Tastes of Sunshine

Over 200 people attended this years` Hiroshima Day commemorative event In Portland Oregon, which featured Kathy Kelly as a featured speaker (seated in the foreground of this photo), Dan Handelman (local activist on camera upper right), and flags flying from the U.S. Veterans for Peace (that drew over 300 people to their conference the week before). This was one of many opportunities this summer to enjoy a taste of sunshine, both physically in warm temperatures and emotionally in the inspiration we give to one another.

The sunshine Kathy brings to her audiences does inspire both reflection and action. With a humility that is transparent, she speaks of experiences she has had over the years that include working in a meat packing plant as a youth and growing up with a catholic mother who immigrated in poverty from Ireland, working as a religion instructor in a parochial school and inspired by friends in Chicago to engage in a protest against nuclear weapons that gave her one year imprisonment in a maximum security prison, and then working as a peace activist breaking U.S. sanctions policies while traveling illegally to Iraq (throughout the 1990s) and to Palestine, Afganistan, and Pakistan many times since the World Trade Center bombing of 2001. Inspired by others, including Mohandas Gandhi and Dorothy Day, Kathy wages her own war on terror in tandem with others associated with Voices for Creative Nonviolence and has been nominated for the Nobel Peace Prize three times. With over 60 arrests now in her record and a long history military tax resistance, it is clear she cares far more about living in conscience than winning prizes. She inspires by practicing radical nonviolence, not primarily talking about it.

Kathy shared a Chicago apartment with Kristine, my wife, during our courtship nearly 30 years ago. Not at all famous then, she was still full of sunshine with a sense of humor than warms the heart. As she stayed in our home during part of her recent visit to Portland, we enjoyed a potluck event where laughter came easily. No one could match her story about how, a few years ago, she was arrested while getting off an airplane in New York City: ``There I was, about 100 lbs light after fasting for something or another, and I see this gang of police coming at me with their dogs! Me, little old me! It seems that I had 5 outstanding warrants for my arrest in New York State. It had been a busy year… Anyway, there I was, shaking a little in front of all the passengers from my plane who were watching the spectacle of another arrest. And it happened. I had lost too much weight in the fast. My skirt simply fell to my feet. So there I was, hands locked behind my back and unable to pull up my skirt!`` At that point I had to interject: ``So Kathy, was that your arrest for indecent exposure?`` That comment may have at least doubled the already side-splitting laughter.

Sunshine. We can bring sunshine into each other`s lives. We all taste it from time to time, and it is very sweet!

Dan Handelman (in the featured photograph filing the Hiroshima event) is another person who inspires more people than he likely realizes. Taking care to usually be out of the limelight himself, he shines behind the scenes, organizing planning meetings, getting demonstration permits, distributing information a tables, taking time to supervise volunteers… Coming from a Jewish cultural background, he is among the most vocal at insuring Muslim speakers at anti-war events. Reflecting outrage at each new death caused by lethal police use of force, he leads a group called Portland Copwatch which has earned the respect of local politicians who would (no doubt) prefer to ignore it but cannot. With a wry smile Dan also is full of stories that include traveling to Iraq with Kathy Kelly to distribute toys and medical supplies – and having his film taken by the U.S. Government (only to be returned to him later under court order).

It was primarily Dan and I who set up a speaking engagement for Kathy at Portland Community College (where we were able to secure a nice auditorium and parking free of charge). Those attending included several students enrolled in my summer classes, and a few other faculty and staff that were challenged to reflect not only about what Kathy shared, but also by the presence of a large number of other war tax resisters and other local activists. Many tastes of sunshine for all, and over $800 raised by voluntary contributions for Kathy`s work as well as (half) for funding a group planning more public demonstrations for Portland in September and October. So it is, when summertime ends, the sunshine will continue!

Course grades for my two summer classes were due yesterday, and the deadline was met. Today I will complete my Fall Term syllabi. Tomorrow the day is set aside for me to pick my year`s worth of blueberries (about 100 lbs.), and a former student at PCC (Tom Worth) will move into the house to stay for a week or two). The day after that, our friend Stany and Shanty arrive from India to begin their adventures in the U.S.! Our household has been preparing for their visit for weeks and all are excited. Although my back has been in pain for the last two nights (due to me being too cheap to hire someone else to shampoo our rugs), even that pain reminds me of how much I look forward to seeing these two wonderful people who showed us so much kindness while we were in India last year.

Even as my Fulbright experience may have helped a few people during our travels, it is clear to me that I have learned much more than I have taught – and it is always amazing me at how much more I have to learn! It may be that Stany will feel something similar during his time as a Fulbright Scholar from India to the U.S.. One of only 25 so honored this year, he is the only one assigned to teach at a community college. For that college to be Portland Community College (PCC) has many folks excited as this year we celebrate the 50th Anniversary of an institution that has grown to serve over 80,000 students each year. Stany will be a big celebrity here – able to give a lot of people a taste of the sunshine that radiates from his gregarious personality!

Beginning in the first week of September, Stany and I will collaborate in providing weekly updates to our experiences together during the four months of his stay in the U.S.. He (and I through him) may gain more insights worthy of sharing. Not knowing what even that near future will hold, we both hope light may at least be shed by sharing. May those who read of these experiences also be warmed by a few tastes of sunshine!

P.S. The day after posting the entry above, our family received some startling sad news. This regards Peter, a friend of my son Shaman who had stayed in our home for over a week in July and had planned to return to be with us in September as he intended to relocate to Portland. Peter has left this life at the early age of 25. The cause of death is not yet clear. Our hearts go out to his parents in Los Angeles as well as to all those who feel the loss of his presence. May the light that shone in him continue to inspire us to live as well as we may with what time we have left. Soon enough each of us will join him. Peace be with you Peter. May the God that is both Truth and Love continue to both enlighten you and embrace your spirit.

July, 2011: Greenhouse Growing

This greenhouse is haven to life on the south side of our family home in Portland. Fed by compost of the previous year and watered by rain runoff from the roof of both house and garage, six varieties of tomato plants grow eight feet to the ceiling to provide a six month harvest. The spinach is done, with peppers soon to come and a variety of herbs in constant supply. Oregon weather has been unseasonably cool, including no days yet beyond 90 degrees F. (32 C.). Inside this area temperatures could rise beyond 122 (50 C.) without the widows open! All that grows there would perish. With the windows open in summer, life flourishes.

As Fall and winter comes, windows are closed and the sunshine adds 20 degrees Farenheit to whatever the outside temperature may be. Frost never arrives. When the furnace must heat our home, exhaust is sent into the greenhouse to help warm it and the growing season is extended through December. After washing our dirty clothing, the vent from the dryer also finds its way here, providing moisture enough to nurture a natural process where new plants sprout by Spring to reveal the death of the old crop to be merely an illusion. Life finds a way to blossom again, windows are opened, and the bees return to pollinate. A new harvest begins.

Of course it required labor to build this structure and effort to maintain it. Completed almost entirely with recycled materials (the windows were once part of a college gymnasium), some creative thinking was needed to implement a plan that would reflect harmony with the home and work well in the outside environment. Through trial and error, we build, sometimes learn from our errors, and make use of what resources are available. At the end of the day, we sleep fairly well if we can say that we simply did our best. Not perfect. But as good an environment for life to grow as may be possible under circumstances quite beyond our control.

The most sobering event of this month for our family was the passing of the only son of my step sister Carrie. My nephew Brian Hutton died in his sleep of a heart condition just prior to his 28th birthday. The funeral came the day before my own birthday when I turned 62. The funeral and burial brought family and friends together in what was Brian`s last gift to us: a celebration of his short life that might inspire each of us to live more fully before we also are harvested. The windows of our hearts were opened by grief and yet life began to blossom again. I had not known before that Brian was homosexual, and yet was here pleased to grieve with his first and only partner. His friends revealed the abundance of his life, including a phrase he would exclaim in good humor whenever faced with an ironically odd or apparently sad situation: ``Happy Birthday!`` Brian has now transitioned to another realm of life that is in the future for us all. He will be remembered fondly and yet will always be missed. ``Happy Birthday`` Brian!

Kristine and I continue to follow news from the Middle East. People throughout Syria, Palestine, the Gulf, and North Africa continue their efforts to open windows and build environments to benefit their lives. Our friend Kathy Kelly was among some 600 activists associated with 10 boats who sought to sail from Greece to Gaza in opposition to the Israeli blockade of Gaza. Detained by Greek authorities, under pressure from Israel and the U.S., the ``Freedom Flotilla`` to Gaza gained many days of international publicity which revealed the inhumane conditions under which 1.5 million people live under military siege. Mazin Qumsiyeh, who had provided us a tour of areas near Bethlehem being demolished by Israeli bulldozers last year at this time, was arrested by the Israeli military last week (and later released) for taking photos while witnessing the destruction of an olive orchard (including some trees over 2,000 years old). Hopefully such sacrifices will be appreciated, over time, as the struggle for justice goes on.

To, learn from our errors and those of others more people need to share their stories. An emotional evening of storytelling attended by 40 people in Portland last week included eight who had spent time in Palestine during recent years. For my story/contribution I described an event I neglected to write about last July: On a very hot day, Kris and I had enjoyed a fine lunch at the Wi`am Center for Conflict Resolution in Bethlehem where a bag full of left-over falafels and pit bread was given to us – and had just finished being herded through the security maze at the Israeli Military Checkpoint into Jerusalem. Finished with our ordeal, we witnessed a Muslim family on the Jerusalem side being denied re-entry into Bethlehem where they lived. Papers for the husband and wife and daughter were in order, but the Israeli soldier in charge was not satisfied with the permit for their baby. The wife and young daughter were near tears and the husband was close to shouting at the soldier ``But we only want to go home! We were allowed into to Jerusalem to see our children`s grandparents, but now you will not let us return home?!`` Definitely shouting in response, the heavily armed soldier replied ``Shall I call security? I am the one in charge here! Do you want to be arrested?!``

I wondered what would Gandhi do in a situation like this and then walked back to the soldier whose face was flushed with anger. ``Excuse me``, I said, ``but would you like my falafels?`` Making a joke about my somewhat oversized midsection, I patted my stomach and observed how wonderful these falafels were and how I really did not need them. The soldier at first was surprised, then looked confused, and then smiled while quietly saying ``No, thank you.`` I then turned to the mother and daughter who were sitting on the cement floor and asked them if they were hungry. The mother shook her head, but the daughter nodded vigorously a ``Yes``. Both the husband and wife (and, I think, the soldier) chuckled at this and I gave her my bag of falafel. Satisfied that I had, at least, disrupted the escalating conflict, I walked to where Kris was waiting and then turned for a last look as we walked away. It appeared like the soldier might allow the family to pass….

From my point of view, I am not much of a peace activist. There was little risk to me at that military checkpoint. The greater risk is that, little by little, we lose our humanity my not getting involved at all. This month and accurate accounting of my overt peace activism would include attending three meetings in four weeks (one to help prepare a fundraising mailing, another to provide input into planning a few future events, and the third to listen to others experiences while telling my 5 minute falafel; story. Together with a few emails, his totals maybe 10 hours of activity in 31 days = about 20 minutes per day on average = less time than I spend reading a newspaper each morning! Put that way, I really am not much of a role model revolutionary!

By way I defending me from the attacks waged by my over critical self, much of this month has been either devoted to my half-time summer teaching responsibilities or performing tasks around the house (as we enjoy other guests and prepare for our friends Stany and Shanty to arrive later in August from India). I also am doing my best to feel unapologetic about simply taking time for relaxing bicycle rides, watching an occasional movie (like the last of Harry Potter) or sports (Women`s World Cup Soccer), as well as making sure the greenhouse is minimally cared for. Ah yes, remember the greenhouse?

For my more frantic colleagues who share my desire to build a better world, let us remind ourselves of the words of St. Francis of Assisi when he was asked what he would do if he knew the world would end tomorrow(maybe the entire world, or maybe just our personal time to leave this body behind and leave this reality). He said ``I would cultivate my garden.``

In writing this months` entry, I am cultivating a few thoughts for consideration. Let us take care of our greenhouse, whatever that metaphor may mean to you. Let us take at least some time to tell others how much we care about them, and to act in small ways to show we mean it. Yes, and let us enjoy this life while it is granted to us, for tomorrow is really not much in our hands.

June, 2011: Learning Nnew

Pictured here are Matthew Hoh (standing) and Zahir Wahab (sitting). Matthew is a former U.S. Marine and State Department employee who resigned in protest of U.S. policies in Afghanistan. Zahir is a former Fulbright Scholar now teaching in the U.S. who has traveled 14 times in the past ten years to his native Afganistan as a consultant to their Ministry of Education. Both addressed an audience of over 100 while sharing their views about the consequences and future of America`s longest war.

A simple summary of realities relating to Afganistan since the U.S. invasion of October 7, 2001 (less than a month after the 9/11 attack on the World Trade Center which killed over 3,000) are as follows: About 1,500 U.S. soldiers dead, with up to 150,000 Afgans killed, mostly civilian casualties due to indirect consequences of combat including harm done to infrastructure (hospital, clean water availability, crops), at a total estimated real cost (including rebuilding obligations and caring for surviving U.S. soldiers) of about $4 trillion. Adding to that total each month is $10 billion in military spending alone (with a cost of $1 million/year to maintain each of the 100,000 U.S. soldiers currently in Afganistan alongside over 50,000 other NATO troops). President Obama`s pledge this month to reduce the U.S. presence by 33,000 soldiers by September of 2012 means that troop levels at the end of his first term as President will be the same as when he began -- with less than 30% of Afganistan now allegedly under control of the Government of Hamid Zarzai.

As I was learning anew from these presentations, my mind returned to Gandhi`s observation that what is gained by force may only be retained by force. Since we reap what we sow, even that may not be true. The military force wielded here has also reaped havoc in neighboring Pakistan (and globally with Afganistan accounting for over 70% of heroin exports worldwide). Zahir noted how an estimated 1.5 million Afganis are heroin addicted (out of a total population of about 25 million). Matthew noted not only how poppy production has increased, but the number of roadside bombs (50/day) detonated in response to the foreign troop surge is also at a record high. In other words, while the most mighty military the world has ever known has successfully overthrown the Taliban government, the U.S. is unable to maintain what gains it has made on the ground. A vastly superior power to inflict harm clearly does not translate to any corresponding ability to control others or to build greater harmony for the future.

It would be well for the Israeli government to take a lesson from the same law of Karma. They also have been and will continue to reap what they sow with regards to the occupied West Bank and Gaza. $3 billion in aid per year (or more) from the U.S. will not change this reality. Just one year ago my wife and I were in Bethlehem and experiencing the military occupation of the West Bank. This week we are watching with great concern as a flotilla of nonviolent activists prepare to debark from Greece with the intent to break the blockade of Gaza. Our close friend, Kathy Kelly, will be on one of the boats which the Israeli military have pledged to stop by all means necessary. The flotilla action occurring in May of 2010 resulted in 9 demonstrators being killed by the Israelis. The current flotilla has one third of the participants Jewish, including several Israeli citizens and World War II Holocaust survivors. May the courageous nonviolence of this flotilla present a challenge to military force that no amount of superior violence can defeat.

Speaking our truth to those in power is empowering in itself! Maybe that is what is most threatening to those in positions of power. As an educator, in the classroom I have seen many teachers (in a positions of power) also be reluctant to encourage student empowerment. Too often we paternalistically want those under our care to accept the Truth as we expound it – rather than to encourage them to care enough about themselves to advocate for a point of view even if that might diverge from our own. Complete honesty on my part would reveal that the tension between democracy and dictatorship can be easily found in my own teaching style. I should be (and sometimes am) more factually informed than my students – and dictate (when in lecture mode) what I believe to be true. When creative minds in the classroom find me either factually incorrect (outdated?) or confusing value judgment with fact, however, I am grateful. Such empowered students teach the teacher how to improve on a Truth previously held that needs correcting! Democracy then overcomes the dictator! So it is that speaking truth to those in power should be both valued and rewarded rather than discouraged and even punished.

Spring Quarter final exams ended our academic year at the beginning of June. Out of over 100 students enrolled in my four courses that term, 5 people complained about their course grades, but only one case left me uncomfortable. That one person had improved exam performance from an ``F`` on the first exam, to a ``D`` on the second, achieving with great effort a low ``C`` on the last. That person spoke to me their truth that a ``C`` course grade should be theirs based upon low ``Cs`` on two paper assignments which were together worth the same as an exam. Had their attendance been better, a ``C`` would have been both justified and cause for celebration. Because this person questioned my authority, I then asked why so many classes had been missed. This allowed me to learn that this person had transportation issues coming to a campus distant from their home, just because they wanted to have me as an instructor! So, ultimately, I had awarded a ``D`` to someone who, in the final analysis, was being punished for wanting me as an instructor! With this realization, I excused the absences and changed the grade to ``C`` (passing). Speaking Truth had touched my heart and justice was more closely achieved.

Life often provides realities which can be seen from a great complexity of points of view. This led Gandhi to embrace the Jain concept of anekantavada (the many-sidedness of Truth) which allowed him to both communicate with and learn from those with whom he was in disagreement. The situations relating to Afganistan, to Gaza, and to classroom conflicts are often far more complex than we may realize. When others confront our view as to what is True, let us thank them for the information they provide and be willing to change in spite of whatever embarrassment can come from changing. What do we have to lose? An oversized ego and an image of consistency and strength. What do we have to gain? A little humility and an the ability to sleep better at night knowing true strength comes from admitting our errors and understanding a situation more completely from multiple perspectives.

The only sure Truth is that we all, and always, have much to learn.

As the summer month of July begins, the Sonnleitner household has two new members: Peter Szigeli, a friend of my son Shaman who is staying with us as he considers relocating from Los Angeles to our fine city of Portland, Oregon. Iris (a friend from Ascension Church) also has moved in for a likely duration of several months as income from here work helps her husband and sons in Mexico to more easily complete building their home there. Our last available bedroom remains available for guests as the need may arise between now and August when our friends Stany and Shanty Thomas arrive from India. That said, we can always accommodate 4-6 more people on hide-a-beds and futons in case of emergency. What is even better, my employment is only half time in the summer, so my wife AND I can have more time to share with those who drop in during these few months.

Whether it be in person or through communications across a great distance, know that we enjoy sharing with you. Whatever response you may have to views expressed here is also much welcomed. Let us learn from one another anew and undertake action to more effectively build a better world based on relationships of respect.

May, 2011: Learning Experiences

Early this month the 15 students in this photo traveled with me to the state capital in Salem, Oregon. The trip helps make real what we were learning in our State and Local Government course. This learning experience included scheduled interviews with legislative leaders, the Attorney General (chief prosecutor of the state) and the Secretary of State (who may well become a future Governor). This was the eleventh such excursion I have taken students on over my now 24 years of teaching at Portland Community College. Experience tells me that this day will be remembered long after other memories from this course grow dim. That is because it is empowering. What fear or awe they may have had of politicians is dispelled and they come to see that every person can make a difference with their opinions if such are acted upon.

These groups also often develop friendships lasting into the future. That is no small accomplishment when considering the diversity often displayed among them. This group of 15, for example, include people ages 18 to 48; folks who are gay, lesbian, transgendered, and heterosexual; identifying themselves as Republican, Democrat, Green, and non-affiliated; two who have been homeless for much of the past two years and two others who have experienced jail time for past transgressions; highly skilled students and others struggling to develop skills. What now they have in common is respect for one another and a willingness to help each other learn from one another. They now know that the real learning experience involved not going anywhere, but simply developing relationships amongst themselves!

Just a year ago my wife and I were leaving India and beginning our travels in Italy. We find that much is remembered but nothing so fondly as relationships that blossomed into friendships. As Kris and I celebrated our 28th Wedding Anniversary this month, for example, we are now also reminded that our family friends Stand and Shanty celebrate theirs also just two weeks later! Time for a phone call half a world away in India! Though the connection did not allow for clear conversation, that was of little importance. The thought really is what counts most. I remember my students at St. Thomas College with the help of a fine group photo and the occasional emails which also find their way to me from the busy lives they lead. Yes, we all go on with our lives, but the relationships which serve to ground each of us are rooted in the shared learning experiences of the past. When my friend Ken Isserlis and his wife Nancy shared a meal with us two weeks ago, the fact that we had not seen each other for five years simply gave us more to catch up on in our sharing!

To the extent I am able, much of my life energy is devoted to providing learning experiences for others – which I now more consciously hope will draw the human family together. Beyond the classroom this month, for example, I made formal public presentations regarding Drug Cartel Violence in Mexico, Poverty in India, Corporate Globalization & Water, The Killing of Osama Bin Laden, and The Relevance of Nonviolence (which was aired on cable television). I was also involved in sponsoring events which focused on the May arrest (and, thankfully, release) of Mazin Qumsiyeh by Israeli soldiers in Palestine, a Memorial Day Tribute to the life of Dorothy Ackerman (a Korean War Veteran who is Native American), a fundraiser for Tsunami Relief for the still suffering people of Japan, and two public showings of the film ``3 Idiots`` intended to reduce student stress with the coming of Final exams next week.

The three biggest life events impacting us this month include Kris finally receiving a new prosthetic leg to replace the one that was ten years old and literally destroyed during our travels last year. We are hopeful that an initially painful adjustment to the new leg will soon yield to her having improved physical mobility. A second event involves my employer`s surprisingly speedy response to a Political Science Program Review which forcefully requested the need to have an additional full-time faculty position to better serve our students. Within days the request was granted and I was told that, for the first time I could teach full time on one campus of Portland Community College (rather than two campuses) and be replaced by a new full-time person on another (effective in September). A third event revolved around a seminar I arranged for those joined with me in developing a foundation for dramatically expanded International Exchange Programs for students and faculty at my institution in the future. Great progress was made which increases my hope that U.S. students may be able to exchange places with Indian students at St. Thomas College within two years (and that other such exchange programs will follow in tandem with this).

Learning Experiences already abound in our lives but can certainly be nurtured to expand to touch more and more others. As relationships grow locally and expand globally, the Gandhian vision I hold dear of one world empowered to heal itself may become a greater reality. The chill of the Cold War has passed and the chilling effects of the War on Terror are being resisted. Many hearts are being warmed by the heroic examples of people demanding greater democracy and human rights throughout North Africa, the Middle East, and elsewhere. Their demands for empowerment and justice should be made ours also. Even as climate change is having many adverse impacts (a springtime here later than ever, tornados in the U.S. Midwest more dangerous than in decades), even our common climate can be positively impacted by cultural change becoming manifest this month. The painful experiences associated with the nuclear power meltdown in Japan, for example, together with a very active Green Movement, has prompted even the Conservative government ruling Germany to declare both a complete phasing out of nuclear power production by 2022 as well as a plan to reduce greenhouse gas emissions by 25% over the same time period!

Who knows but that one or more of the students featured in the photograph above may make a decisive difference in helping this world better realize its peaceful potentials? Long after our soul leaves the body we have been given and our individual names are lost to history, those we touch and they touch will continue to be empowered if the learning experiences we promote are continued. Whether or not the reader shares my faith in a spiritual life after death, surely the rippling effects of relationships can be seen. Jesus, Buddha, Gandhi, Mohammad, St. Francis and many others live on as they are embodied in our imperfect lives. A new spring will come to life on earth and ought we not be willing to nonviolently sacrifice in our lives to bring the warmth of kindness to others? Peace be with us All.

April 2011: Reunions and Relationships

This month`s theme is best reflected in this photo featuring a remarkable person who urged me in college to consider teaching as a profession. Dr. George Ball and I were able to spend an hour together during a reunion weekend celebrating the 40th year of my graduation from Whitman College. No one else visited him that weekend, though he is far from forgotten. It is he that is forgetful, remembering few people (including myself) and many people find that disturbing. He now reminds us of our own mortality.

At age 96, Dr. Ball has been retired for 11 years yet still retains an office on the Whitman campus in Walla Walla, Washington state. A Methodist minister with a Yale University Doctor of Divinity Degree, Dr. Ball came to Whitman in 1961 from Hamlin University where he had served as a Chaplain with a passion for teaching Religion. He has been a role model for both critical thinking and compassionate living for thousands of students over the years. Even now, as he is consciously aware that his memory is fading, he approaches death with a grace that is truly inspiring. ``I remember very little`` he observed at least four times during our visit. ``But it is alright.`` ``I have lived a wonderful life. I have no regrets.`` No regrets? ``We only can do the best we are able at the time. Learn from the pain we may cause others as well as ourselves, and continue to do our best.`` Though his mind may be fading, his heart shines as bright as ever before. Even in the twilight of his life he inspires me to be a better person.

We will all die as our bodies break down and expire. Our fear of that too often limits how lovingly we can live. Dr. Ball both fears no death and lives life as fully as he is able. He teaches us still.

Over 70 of my classmates from 1971 attended the Whitman reunion. Most I did not recognize but for the name tags we wore. Most were successful businesspeople, professionals, or scholars from major universities. With no assistance from me, they collected $200,000 as a class gift to Whitman College. The classmate regarded by most as having attained the highest status had to cancel his attendance, having been summoned out of retirement by Barach Obama to Washington D.C. where he is to be appointed U.S. Ambassador to Afganistan. Ryan Crocker, Ambassador to Iraq under G.W. Bush and friend to General David Patreaus (commander of U.S. forces and soon-to-be Director of the CIA), was to have addressed the reunion. Perhaps there will be a future time when we may share. It may be that his critical thinking still lives in the silence required by his service. For my part, I choose to serve my country through a willingness to be much more openly critical of its policies.

When it comes to seeking advice in matters regarding human relationships and how the United States may best interact with the rest of the world, I would choose Dr. Ball over Barach Obama any day, any place, any time.

Another reunion of sorts this month was with those in the Portland metro area with whom I shall a common commitment to War Tax Resistance. I had not seen most of these folks since my return from all of the Fulbright experiences of last year. We met to first organize, then carry out, a protest and educational event for Tax Day (typically April 15th though the 18th this year). In the morning, I joined in by holding signs on a busy downtown Portland bridge that spans the Willamette River. In the evening, I played moderator for an event involving speakers and the showing of the film ``Death not Taxes``. The point of the film was that while death is certain for us all, voluntarily paying taxes for War is not. We can refuse, as I have done using one strategy or another since 1969. In my comments I encouraged everyone to set aside whatever fears we have of personal loss or what others may say – and just do our best to ``sleep well at night``. I know that if my own actions (or lack of action) is too much at odds with my basic values, I do not sleep well. My conscience affects me. Odd as it may seem, war tax resistance for me has nearly no courage associated with it. It is ultimately and quite primarily about sleep!

Relgious activities this month also contributed to sleep. By this I mean more than the occasional nap that sometimes occurs when a sermon goes too long and lacks inspiring content. Conscience was served as our family volunteered again at the homeless shelter hosted at Ascension Church every 7 weeks. Relationships there, both with those being served and other volunteers, strengthen the fabric of life. Easter services, of course, reinforce the messages that we should love others as we love ourselves. That Jesus died for the sins of those who killed him in his time (the Roman Empire and those collaborating with the empire) I have no doubt. That his last words included his willingness to forgive even those who were killing him, continues to inspire others (including Mohandas Gandhi who blessed his assassin by saying ``He Ram! He Ram!`` Forgiveness truly is divine, as it can heal wounds found deep within ourselves.

Becoming more healed ourselves does not mean that we forget our own past or present pain. In fact, our pain can provide a foundation for us to better appreciate and feel the pain of others. Those who are still homeless, for example, here in Portland, in the wake of the March Tsunami in Japan, from the flooding in Pakistan last August, and the earthquake in Haiti (while we were in India over a year ago) – these homeless ARE related us. We can relate to those that are suffering the abuse of regimes that continue to repress the fundamental rights of people in places like Libya, Syria, Yemen, and Bahrain. We not only relate to those who are homeless or suffering abuse -- but we be with them in the sense that we are all members of one human family. We can be with them in both spirit and in supportive actions that limitations in our time and resources may allow.

In many ways, the Sonnleitner family clearly is joined with the Thomas family in India among many others. On Easter my wife and I recalled our sharing with the Stany Thomas and his family in Kerala. It was as if the explosives of early Easter morning were exploding again, followed by the loudspeaker music, a packed worship service that everyone but the priest believed went too long, and the memorable procession featured in the photo from last year at that time. The remembering of the hospitality they shared with us then is made even more sweet as we look forward to Stany and Shanty Thomas coming to see us beginning next August. Yes. Final approval has been announced of Stany Thomas being granted a Fulbright Award to be at Portland Community College (where I teach) during the Fall of 2011. Already we are planning some of the wonderful experiences we may share with them the. The reunion of our families will be cause for celebration.

Communications with others this month have also boosted our spirits. My sister Dina Patel in India continues her work republishing the Collected Works of Mahatma Gandhi. Alvaro Tacchini`s family in Italy is morning the departure of his mother in law and father in law from this life. Our friend Kathy Kelly has safely returned from leading a delegation of peace activists to Afganistan for three weeks – and was almost immediately arrested upon her return to the U.S. for protesting against the use of predatory drone technology in Pakistan. Mohamed in Egypt is back to work as a night watchman at an hotel in Aswan, wondering what the future may hold for the ongoing changes in his country. Mazin Qumsiyeh in Bethlehem continues to provide insights into the unfolding of events in the occupied West Bank, as well as regarding an apparent reuniting of Fatah and Hamas with a common call for change in Israeli policies which create barriers to peace.

In Portland, this month also saw other peace activities in here Portland, Oregon. Among these was the resurrection of a regional Peace and Conflict Studies (PSCS) Consortium, in a Symposium which I helped organize at Portland Community College. Although only a dozen people representing only three institutions attended, groundwork was laid for a better turnout (from at least 10 educational institutions) next November. Kristine and I were also among a large crowd who heard Jody Williams speak about the activities for which she was awarded a Nobel Peace Prize in 1997. Co-founder of a Campaign to Ban Land Mines, Jody began crafting a treaty and organizing on the internet which mobilized support for an agreement to ban the 1) production, 2) sale, and 3) deployment of land mines anywhere in the world. Efforts begun by her in an apartment while she was unemployed have now resulted in a treaty ratified by over 140 countries – not yet including the United States. Neither G.W. Bush nor Barach Obama have been willing to set aside military justifications for the continued use of land mines, even though future generations of civilians (and especially playing children) continue to be killed and maimed by these weapons long after conflicts have ended.

Looking to lifelong teachers like Dr. George Ball provides insights into building a better world. It is not just what they say, it is how they live. It is about critical thinking, yes – but even more about surrendering to a compassionate heart. It is all about how we manifest our values while relating to others, including those who may be overwhelmed by great hardships that prompt them to angrily act out causing great harm to others.

Jesus knew this as he observed how ``Even as you do unto the least of these my brethren, you do unto me``. Buddha was equally astute when he said ``Hate cannot destroy hate, only love can destroy hate``. Among others in my life, Dr. Ball has modeled these truths. When Barach Obama authorized and oversaw the premeditated killing of Osama Ben Laden on May 1st, these truths were trumped by feelings of revenge and political expediency. May God have mercy upon all who kill others, even if they act with the best of intentions.

March 2011: March Madness!

March Madness in the U.S. refers to the annual playoffs among college basketball teams which eventually, after much speculation in advance involving nationwide gambling, a national champion is crowned. An even greater level of insanity can clearly be seen in the competitions relating to the Cricket World Cup -- with India emerging victorious over its neighbors Pakistan and Sri Lanka.

Better, at least, that civic (and even national) pride be displayed with respect to sports teams than on the battlefield. Sadly, the latter continues to bring sorrow to the families of soldiers in this world. Blood spilled through traditional warfare. when objective analysis clearly suggests more nonviolent options could have been utilized, is often the source of public outrage – as reflected in the featured photograph this month taken in Portland, Oregon, on March 19th to commemorate the U.S. attack on Iraq eight years ago which, by quite conservative estimates, has resulted in over 1 million Iraqis dead.

As over 2,000 rallied in Portland to commemorate the years of war in Iraq, these protesters were concerned as well with ongoing U.S. support of military operations in Afganistan, Palestine, and (starting this same day) in Libya. Protesters pictured here understand not only about how the willingness to kill creates obvious casualties – but how devoting resources to produce death denies resources which protect life, especially for the poor and most vulnerable members of society. If we were to cut our military spending in the U.S. alone by even 20% this year, budget cuts to programs 46 of our states would become quite unnecessary and calls for continued restrictions upon the exercise of civil liberties would almost certainly cease.

So it is that our March Madness this year has had us mesmerized by news coverage of the earthquake, tsunami, and nuclear power plant disasters that have hit Japan as well as other apparently unrelated events that are, in fact related. How much more generous the U.S. have thus far been to the suffering people of Japan if we had fired fewer cruise missiles at Kadafi forces in Libya? (The answer is up to $1 billion during these last two weeks alone…) That $1 billion could also have gone far to close the budget gap in our state of Wisconsin where the governor has not only proposed cuts in workers benefits but has signed into law restrictions upon their future right to even negotiate issues regarding them! This has resulted in thousands protesting in the streets of Wisconsin for 3 weeks in scenes reminiscent of Eqypt in January – demanding regime change in the United States!

A few years from now these comments of mine may superficially seems irrelevant and outdated. Japan will rebuild. Khadafy will fade as a footnote in history. The governor of Wisconsin will likely be recalled or otherwise voted out of office. Ironically, both our generosity and our brutality may share the same fate as we proceed to address new issues in much the same ways. All will mostly be forgotten. Yet even though human memories are often short-lived, the Law of Karma has no such shortcoming: It simply IS. Our actions, both as individuals and as groups, can be counted upon to reap consequences which ripple into the future for better or for worse. Collectively, whether we care to admit it or not, we will reap what we sow….

The month of March witnessed both the stressful end of Winter Term for courses at Portland Community College and the fresh start of new classes for Spring Term. The seasons are reflected in my workplace! Even as we all are impacted by the tilt of the Earth and its rotation around the sun, the law of karma on a small scale impacts us in exam evaluations (for students) and performance evaluations (for faculty) -- all of which have consequences not entirely foreseeable. Rather than watch a basketball gamed one Sunday afternoon, for example, I went to my office to provide a last chance for one student to take a final exam she had missed due to attending a funeral the previous week: My very small sacrifice allowed her to pass the class (by her own performance effort), keep her financial aid, and continue on her career path. Was this action praiseworthy? – I think not. It was my duty. Some might even see it as being a little crazy, but for me it was not even a choice. Aware of what was clearly the right thing to do, had I not done it, I could not have enjoyed the basketball game and might not have even slept well that night.

By far the most pleasant choice made by my wife and I in March could also be seen as somewhat insane. During the week between the end of Winter classes and the beginning of Spring classes, we decided to go see a friend of ours in California. Larry is a Franciscan Priest now serving as Guardian (guy in charge!) of a 200 year old church and retreat complex at San Miguel (St. Michael) Mission. With the help of our daughter, Sonrisa (who we dropped off in San Francisco along the way), we drove 14 hours in one day to San Miguel, stayed 3 nights, and then repeated the 14 hour ordeal home to Portland. As it turned out, the drive time was mostly quite relaxing and provided opportunity for conversation and listening to music! The three nights at the Mission were without TV, computers, or even a functioning electrical outlet -- but complete with frequent religious observances, meals with the friars, and renewed appreciation for the value of personal relationships.

It may be well to remember that the inspiration for Father Larry and other Franciscans is Francis from the city of Assisi (where my wife and I visited last June). That 12th Century Italian saint accepted the Divine Madness which prompts us to show self-sacrificing compassion to others and great love for all of God`s creation. His life of voluntary poverty would certainly be seen as madness by most people today (though not by people like Gandhi or Mother Teresa of Calcutta). A military soldier prior to receiving his visions, Francis remained a soldier of sorts, once walking unarmed into the camp of a Muslim army preparing to battle Christian Crusaders! His nonviolent behavior and his willingness to die for the faith given to him by God both gained the respect of those who would be his enemies and allowed him to leave in peace following his sharing with them. Unwilling to kill others, Francis was willing to give his life on their behalf. Madness? Perhaps a very wonderful madness!

In what may sometimes seem to be an insane world, maybe the question is not whether madness should be ours, but what kind of madness we need to accept and embrace! Some hardships, like Japan`s earthquake and aftermath, can be best weathered with the assistance of others. Other madness, as come in the wake of war, may be better addressed by global indignation relating to its causes and public protesting against the simplistic military means we too often use to change regimes rather than really address root causes of conflict. Blaming workers defending the rights of organized labor for local budget deficits is remarkably superficial. Being called to sacrifice our personal comforts and return in haste to India, as Father Larry was, to perform the last blessing for a loved one can be a great service. I have no doubt that Mother Theresa is eternally grateful for Larry`s sacrifice and blessing.

Have you done anything recently that might be considered crazy by others who you respect? Hopefully! Whether large or small such action, if born of good intentions involving minimal violence to others, can be your contribution towards building a better world. Let us never underestimate the power of kindness – even if it may be described by others as madness. Blessings be unto you.