Monday, March 14, 2011

The More Things Change…Oklahoma Senate Joint Resolution (SJR) 15

     I am an African American woman. My mother was an African American woman, as was her mother and grandmother before her. One day my granddaughters will be African American women. Like my mother and my grandmothers, my hope is that it will not be necessary for my granddaughters to navigate around and over the barriers that I have encountered in my 59 years—the sexism, the racism, the contempt, the disrespect, the bias. I too have a dream that one day my grandchildren will be judged solely on their abilities and character--not by the color of their skin.

     Unfortunately ultra conservative members of the Oklahoma Legislature and their cronies (i.e., the American Civil Rights Institute) have a different dream. Their self-serving greed is the cornerstone of a plan to rollback almost 50 years of advancements for women and people of color. Although it sounds quite innocuous, Senate Joint Resolution (SJR) 15 opens the door to many of the blatant evils of the past. To add insult to injury the bill’s author, Senator Rob Johnson, does not lament about “reverse discrimination” like many of his forerunners. Instead, in an attempt to hoodwink respectable Oklahomans into supporting the proposed insidious referendum; Senator Johnson “fondly” quotes the Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.!

     Last week Senate Republicans adopted SJR 15 and forwarded the bill to the House. I am pleased that the 15 Democrats in the chamber that day voted against the dreadful proposal. If the legislative referendum passes the House, Oklahoma citizens will vote to “prohibit discrimination based on race or sex”—which at face value sounds quite appealing. However, the intent of the proposed state question is to limit State of Oklahoma contracting opportunities for minority and women business owners. If the proposal becomes law, state governmental agencies will no longer be required to hire women and people of color. Looking through Senator Johnson’s colorblind (I see no color) glasses, minority and female students wishing to enroll in certain fields of study at our major universities may not stand a chance. No doubt, a sizable number of women and minority owned businesses will be adversely affected. Since the passage of California’s similar legislation--Proposition 209--two-thirds of minority and women owned businesses have failed!

     As an African American there are two phrases that make the hair at the nape of my neck stand on edge —“I don’t see color” and “Funny, you don’t sound black.” If you don’t see color, you don’t see me. If I don’t sound black, it’s because sounding black is part of your bias—not mine. If it upsets you or you don’t think that it is fair that women and people of color receive between two and 5% of state contracting opportunities, your bias is blatantly showing. Perhaps I am also biased; but when I think of all the cruelty and indifference that women and minorities have endured for centuries and are slowly overcoming, a hand-up seems mighty reasonable!

     The real tragedy of SJR 15 is that like so many of the bills proposed by the Oklahoma Legislature, its primary goal is to infuse more fear and loathing in the hearts and minds of Oklahoma citizens. In 2010 our Legislature loaded up the ballot with English only, Sharia Law, Voter ID, and negating the Health Care and Education Reconciliation Act of 2010 for Oklahomans. An unassuming person might deduce that there would be nothing left for the 2012 ballot. On the contrary, we can expect more hate-baiting and fear-breeding legislation, carefully crafted innuendos, and partisan doublespeak between now and the November 2012 elections. Senator Ron Johnson and his cronies may even start quoting President John F. Kennedy and the wording of Executive Order 10925 or other iconic civil rights advocates to bamboozle and befuddle. After all, its one of the oldest tricks in the political grab bag.

     It is up to reasonable Oklahomans—black, brown, white, yellow, male, female, young, and old—to stand up, stand together, and lift our voices loud and long enough to capture the attention of the Oklahoma legislators who are determined to permeate our State Constitution with insensitive and egregious language one state question at a time. Enough is enough. Call your legislators today and let them know that you are opposed to SJR 15 and any other attempts to advance similar legislation. Contact your ministers and other religious leaders. Contact the leadership of your Masonic and fraternal organizations. This is an issue affecting all of us; it is not a political campaign. This is a public policy issue and there is no restriction on charitable and religious organizations or other 501(c)3 organizations standing up for what is right and speaking out against this travesty.

     It is sad and telling that those who grumble the loudest about affirmative action have launched this attack on the 50th anniversary of President Kennedy’s attempt to end racial disparities. In her autobiography (Crusade for Justice, 1928) civil rights advocate Ida B. Wells-Barnett begins the final chapter with these words, “Eternal vigilance is the price of liberty." She cautions that although the United States has some "wonderful institutions" to protect our liberty, we have grown complacent and need to be "alert as the watchman on the wall." There is no disputing, “The more things change, the more they stay the same.”

What My Grandmother Taught Me: Vigilance

"We, the people." It is a very eloquent beginning. But when that document [the Preamble to the US Constitution] was completed on the seventeenth of September in 1787 I was not included in that "We, the people." I felt somehow for many years that George Washington and Alexander Hamilton just left me out by mistake. But through the process of amendment, interpretation and court decision I have finally been included in "We, the people."

Congresswoman Barbara C. Jordan (D-TX)
(1936-1996)

Statement made before the House Committee on the Judiciary, July 25, 1974

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     Today is my Grandmother Fannie’s birthday! If she had not surrendered to “being older than dirt” in the summer of 2001, she would be 103 years old. She was born in southeastern Oklahoma on March 14, 1908—four months following Oklahoma’s statehood; three months after the passage of Oklahoma’s first law sanctioning discrimination (Senate Bill One). Our love of all things Oklahoma was instilled in us—me, my siblings, and my cousins—by our Grandmother. The same can be said of our love for history, poetry, family, and our vigilance.

     Long before we were born, Grandmother was a beautician—a hairdresser, an artist of beauty. I really don’t think she liked being a hairdresser, but she didn’t like cleaning other people’s toilets either. There weren’t many opportunities for young women back then. There were even less for “Negro” women. Growing up and watching Grandmother wander around her kitchen like it was some foreign land, I would chuckle at the thought of her being anybody’s maid. Actually, I pity the genteel woman who hired Fannie Lewis to keep their house. Some folks just aren’t cut out for some types of work.

     They say that there is a silver lining in every cloud; you just have to look for it. The silver lining for the cloud we know as World War II would be the employment opportunities that opened up for women and African Americans. For Oklahoma that silver lining can be further defined as Tinker Field Air Force Base. In 1940 Oklahoma City business and political leaders learned that the War Department was planning to locate a supply depot in the central part of the country. They began work immediately—acquiring land, garnering public support, and no doubt using a little political savvy and influence to ensure that the facility would be located in Oklahoma City.

     The first official announcement that the Air Force would build a depot at Oklahoma City came on April 8, 1941. On June 25, 1941, President Franklin D. Roosevelt issued Executive Order 8802. The order banned discrimination against racial and ethnic minorities in the government and defense industries. The order resulted in part from pressure placed on Roosevelt by the African American labor and civil rights leader A. Philip Randolph. Talk about timing! President Roosevelt’s order was the first significant presidential action on behalf of African American civil rights since Reconstruction.

     Although the provisions of 8802 were theoretically sound, we all know that they were not fully put into practice. But Executive Order 8802 was most definitely a wedge—a foot in the door; an affirmative action—that hundreds of Oklahoma African Americans embraced. One of those fortunate folks was my grandmother, Fannie Lewis Burleigh (nee, Smith). Unfortunately many of the African Americans and women hired were relegated to janitorial and helper positions that were far beneath their qualifications and education—but the security and stability of government service, their hopes for a better day, and their desire to do their part for the war effort made these injustices endurable.

     Vigilance; “the price of liberty”, “the price of freedom.” Each year at Thanksgiving, I pull out Grandmother’s copy of the 1942 memorial book for Tinker Field’s Oklahoma City Air Service Command – Maintenance Division. I share this with my young relatives—least they forget “from whence we came”, least they forget that “life has not been a crystal stair”, least they forget about the “stony road that has been trod.” I am vigilant because I remember life before Affirmative Action, the EEOC, and the Oklahoma Human Rights Commission. I remember the 6-year-old freckled faced girl who chastised me for using too much soap, because she thought I had washed the palms of my hands white. I remember the merchants in my hometown that opened their doors to their African American patrons after regular hours so as not to offend their Caucasian patrons. I remember every person who recoiled in fear that the black would rub off.

     So; to illustrate to my grandchildren and cousins why I am passionate about history and feel that I have a responsibility to be forever vigilant, I pull out the Tinker yearbook. Personnel photos of the military personnel are shown first, followed by the civilian workforce who are shown by employment sections and then divided further—white employees in alphabetical order, followed by African American employees in alphabetical order. Are the whites separated from the blacks, because someone feared that the black would rub off—even in a photo? No, they are separate to indicate subservience. They are separated to imply, “you may be here, but you will never BE HERE.” “You may have your foot in the door, but you better check yourself.”

     I would be lying if I said that I can’t believe that in 2011 we still have attacks on affirmative action programs, perceived preferential treatment, and loathing of set asides for women the size of a peanut. There will always be those who have no concept of sharing, of compassion, of true equality. Grandmother Fannie called these folks small-minded evil doers. When I think of the slaveholders who felt that slavery was morally right, I think of small-minded evil doers.

     My grandmother’s words feel my consciousness, when I hear others bemoaning equal opportunity, affirmative action, and set asides—especially women, because it means that they have forgotten from whence we came. It means that they have drunk the Kool-Aid and stumbled down the rabbit hole. In some cases, it means that they have sold out for personal gain or glory and it saddens me. It will be very interesting to hear Governor Mary Fallin’s thoughts on SJR 15 and the proposed state question that Oklahoma Republican legislators have crafted for the November 2012 ballot.

     Oklahoma SJR 15 is Oklahoma’s 21st Century version of Senate Bill One. Don’t take my word for it, read the bill that is now before the House. When I think of Senator Rob Johnson’s bill, the first word that comes to mind is onerous. At First Reading before the Oklahoma Senate, SJR 15 was introduced as a proposed constitutional amendment concerning judicial appointments. It was amended by substitute in the Judiciary Committee on 2/28/2011; the substitute language prohibits certain preferential treatment (or as they say, "It will not allow special treatment or discrimination based on race or sex"). If you intentions were good, WHY THE TRICKERY?

     Vigilance! SJR 15 is screaming loud and clear. Oklahoma’s Republican legislators are screaming loud and clear, “You better check yourself—who do you think you are?” Vigilance. It’s time for the decent folk of Oklahoma to start screaming—and let’s be LOUD & CLEAR! You taught me well, Grandmother! Happy Birthday!


























Saturday, January 8, 2011

Teen Mother Program Becomes Coed

What was it that Einstein said about insanity?
“Insanity: doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results.” ~ Albert Einstein

Read & weep.

Teen mother program becomes coed NewsOK.com

Sunday, January 2, 2011

But I Know Better...It's All God!

This song has been on my mind ALL YEAR! HaHaHa! It's all good....

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ms5OKEmB8oc

It's All God ~ The Soul Seekers with Marvin Winans

Psalm 27:13 (NIV) ~ "I remain confident of this: I will see the goodness of the LORD in the land of the living."

National Wear Red Day - Friday, February 4, 2011

The Heart Truth

On Friday, February 4, 2011, Americans (Men, Women, Girls & Boys) nationwide will wear red to show their support for women's heart disease awareness!!

http://www.nhlbi.nih.gov/educational/hearttruth/materials/wear-red-toolkit.htm

Dallas Here We Come!

New England Patriots Keeping Fit; Keeping Their Eyes on the Prize:

Super Bowl XLV!


Patriots use finale as a tuneup - Miami Dolphins - MiamiHerald.com

It’s Time Again To Count Our Many Blessings

Mrs. Milligan was my high school teacher at Byng. She taught me typing, shorthand (if my memory serves me right), English Lit (Beowulf...YIKES), and poise (not a class period for this, just watch & learn).  She had high hopes for me and the Class of 1970!

Check out her 11/24/10 contribution to the Ada Evening News!

It’s time again to count our many blessings

Saturday, January 1, 2011

Vitamin D Deficiency Investigation: Suggested Heart Failure Link, Per Expert Review

Vitamin D Deficiency Investigation: Suggested Heart Failure Link, Per Expert Review

Happy 2011!

Happy New Year!  Lounging today watching the Oprah Winfrey Network (OWN); which is kind of different for me.  Don’t get me wrong, I like Oprah—but I’ve never been what you would call an “Oprah Fan.” Don’t know why, but in 25 years I don’t think I’ve seen 25 episodes of The Oprah Winfrey Show.  OWN—now that’s groundbreaking stuff and my affection for all things that promote the upward mobility of women & girls compels me to discover what Oprah’s new NETWORK will put forward!  From what I see, it is going to be Pretty Darn Good!  I can see myself falling to sleep with OWN—Cox Channel 106 in the OKC—and blogging about what I see, hear, and FEEL!
Yes, I am starting out the New Year blogging.  Not a resolution, just a good jumping off (or is it ON???) point for something that I enjoy that I have been away from for far too long.  Despite the fact that today I feel like a KIDNEY STONE may be in my near future, I feel SO MUCH BETTER! Not only do I look forward to updating my blog on a regular basis, but also keeping up with my favorite blogs & bloggers. Likewise, I look forward to reading your thoughts concerning my posts and sharing my thoughts with regard to yours! I’m also thinking about redesigning my blog, but we will see.  Nothing too ambitious for now.
Happy 2011 & I look forward to “spending a bit of time with you” in the coming year! Peace!

Thursday, September 24, 2009

Choose To Live! Premiering on NBC

Received the following from Julie Elerick @ the American Heart Association (heart.org):

Go Red For Women Presents® - Choose To Live! Premiering on NBC in national syndication

Whether you plan a small gathering or an all-out Hollywood-style screening, everyone will have fun watching the show while learning how easy it is to improve their heart health through small choices. Start by downloading your FREE discussion guide with helpful tips, talking points and ideas for hosting your Go Red Watch Party!

TUNE IN: OK43 (KAUT) Sunday, September 27th at 8:00pm


Reader’s Poll-Last month we asked:
"In addition to being a Go Red For Women® member, how else to you support the American Heart Association?" 78% of you said: “I live a heart healthy lifestyle!”

***SAVE THE DATE*** 2010 Go Red For Women Luncheon/Educational Conference- May 14

Co-Chairs: Jacque Fiegel and Darcie Henderson


Sponsors Committed: (corporate, individual gifts)

Benjamin, Ann and Paul Tobin/Jazzercise of Edmond, Bozarth, Stacy, Cardio Gold, Chambers, Dr. Susan, Coppermark Bank-Signature Sponsor, DairyMax, Dolese

Drake, Mary, Enterprise Rent-a-car, Fiegel, Jacque, First National Bank of Midwest City, Germany, Dr. Robin, Grant Thornton LLP, H-MD Medical Spa (Jennie Hunnewell, M.D. and Lori Hansen, M.D.)Henderson, Darcie, Hiebert, Shannon, Integris Heart Hospital, InvesTrust, Kramer School of Nursing at Oklahoma City University, Majors, Tina, Mass Mutual Financial Group, McAfee & Taft

Midwest Regional Medical Center-Signature Sponsor, Nancy Hyde, CPA, CVA, Platt College, Raymond James Investments, Simons Petroleum

Help us Get there- don’t delay securing your place!!!

“Wild Young Hearts”

II Thumbs Up: The Noisettes – “Never Forget You”

Caught the Noisettes on Ellen this a.m. Although I was offput by “the look” on the promo, I REALLY like “the sound”!

http://entertainment.timesonline.co.uk/tol/arts_and_entertainment/music/article6795058.ece


http://www.latimes.com/entertainment/news/la-et-recordrack23-2009sep23,0,768191.story

Monday, September 21, 2009

Implementing An End-of-Life Plan

The American Institute of Certified Public Accountants (AICPA) had published a new booklet: "A Guide to Financial Decisions - Implementing an End-of-Life Plan". This free resource was developed by certified public accountants and is the result of a vision brought to the American Institute of Certified Public Accountants by Hospice of Michigan and the Michigan Association of Certified Public Accountants. The resource guide is available online:


http://pfp.aicpa.org/NR/rdonlyres/C9B0F760-9268-42E0-A0B3-D6763A178D9C/14367/10063378_hospiceguideWEBFINAL.pdf

http://www.feedthepig.org/

Feed The Pig - Tools to Conquer Your Inner Under-Saver

http://www.360financialliteracy.org/

360 Degrees of Financial Literacy

Mad Men: 2009 Emmy - Best Drama Series

If you are wondering how Mad Men (AMC, Sunday) won the Primetime Emmy for the 2nd year in a row, watch a recap of Episode 6 online at:
http://www.amctv.com/originals/madmen/.

Word to the wise: If serving liquor for an office celebration, be sure to leave the riding lawnmower at home. To be safe; if for some obscure reason there is anything with John Deere written on the side in the office, confiscate all alcoholic beverages, prescription medications, etc. and keep the number for your WC and general liability insurance companies handy.

Congratulations to the Mad Men production team, cast, and crew!

Friday, September 18, 2009

Calling A Spade A Spade

It's been a rough few weeks; but I'm Back!

A couple of days ago, I was on my way home from the doctor's office and caught the tail end of an NPR story concerning the phrase "calling a spade a spade"--is it a racist remark or not? For the life of me, I cannot find the story online. It sounded like a backhand apology that included the origin of the phrase and acknowledgment that the phrase is considered a racial slur by some. If anyone can help me out with a web link, I would appreciate it. I really would like to listen to the entire story. Based on the recent articles I have been able to find online, no doubt the original NPR story had something to do with the now infamous "You Lie" that has rang??-rung-reverberated 'round the world.

Concerning the phrase, those that readily acknowledge the racial connotation include Webster, Merriam, Oxford, American Heritage, Google, and OMG--Wikipedia! In the past, Random House maintained a website that I really like. It's still up, but I don't think they update it anymore and some of the links take you back to their home page. Check it out, I like how RH (The Maven) answers the question.

http://www.randomhouse.com/wotd/index.pperl?date=19970115

Now, while we are on the subject. There is another question I would like for you to ponder. Why would the pot call the kettle black, if the pot did not believe that being black was something derogatory or offensive? This is one of those questions that make you go Hmmmm... After many years of contemplation and scholarly diatribes, I keep coming back to the same place--Black Is Beautiful; therefore:

  1. I do not use the phrase "That would be like the pot calling the kettle black" to add emphasis to hypocrisy. I believe in "calling it like it is". What's wrong with, "Isn't that a bit hypocritical?"
  2. When I am in the presence of someone who uses this phrase, I stare at them blankly. Like, I'm lost and not understanding the point.
  3. If anyone questions my blank stare, I ask the question, "Why would the pot call the kettle black"?
  4. This usually leads to an intellectual discussion to assure me that no negativity was intended and/or to convince me that the statement is not nor has ever been racist in intent.
  5. Which then leads to a discussion with regard to the statement being used out of context. Since Black is Beautiful and there is no negative implication or intent, it would therefore not be hypocritical for the pot to call the kettle black. Out of context!

In effect the pot would be saying to the kettle, "you are beautiful"! Even though they look differently, come from different stock, and /or have different utility; there is a sameness; a oneness. The pot is saying "I see you, do you see me?" So the proper context to use the phrase would be when you observe some interaction that is out of the ordinary or unexpectedly beautiful--like a horse fanning flies off of a cow, or a dog and a cat playing tag in a field of daisies, or three elders--one black, one white, one brown--laughing and talking, idly lounging on the grass at a beautiful lake watching parents and children of all ages, hues, and national origins running and playing with colorful kites as sailboats dot the distance. Such a beautiful sight would be breathtaking and evoke the phrase, "Wow, that's like the pot calling the kettle black!"

Thoughts? Comments? I love to agree to disagree; you won't hurt my feelings.

Friday, August 28, 2009

Thought For Today

"Never put both feet in your mouth at the same time, because then you won't have a leg to stand on! "

Friday, August 21, 2009

Barbie and the Cow Tongue

I was listening to KRMP’s Open Mic this a.m. and Launa mentioned a family dish that she didn’t care much for called “Boom Boom”—which turned out to be beef tongue. Believe it or not, many countries and cultures eat the tongue of cows and other organ meats—liver, stomach, kidneys. Pork organ meats also include the intestines—chittlins, which are a Thanksgiving staple at my house—and I have family members that will walk a mile for some hog head cheese. Chicken livers and gizzards—fried and braised—are served in some of the best restaurants around the world. Unfortunately, organ meats are very high in cholesterol and are therefore no longer a part of my diet.

My Mom loved calf tongue. I think it was some kind of celebratory meal, because tongue is precisely what we had for dinner the night before I started grade school. Like so many Pre-K and kindergarten students this week, I was excited to be heading off to school and riding the big yellow bus! I had a brand new pink metal Barbie lunch box and—to my disappointment—a cold tongue sandwich on white with mayo—for my first school lunch! There was no way that my fellow 1st graders (we didn’t have pre-K and kindergarten back in the day in the country) were going to see me eating cow tongue! So, I hatched a plan!

When our class was dismissed for lunch, instead of retrieving my lunch box I took my milk money and apple out and pushed the box to the back of my cubby. Once in the cafeteria I purchased my chocolate milk and sat quietly eating my apple. When my teacher asked about my lunch I told her that I ate it on the bus on the way to school! Now this is where the story gets crazy and doesn’t make sense to anyone—except maybe a six-year-old.

At the end of the day, I left the lunch box in my cubby underneath my green nap rug! Why I did not throw the sandwich out and take the lunch box home is a mystery to me. I lied to my Mom and told her that I lost the lunch box. Needless to say she was pretty upset and told me that I “better find it” or I would wish that I did! This went on for a few days and finally I got some swats for “throwing away good money”! For the next nine months anytime my Mom was in a bad mood, she would bring up that lunch box and I would get extra swats!

I almost had my first heart attack at age six, when I walked in the classroom and my pink lunch box with the cow tongue inside was sitting on my desk! My teacher had found it hidden in the coat room and instructed me to take it home that afternoon. For the remainder of the day, I schemed as to how this could not and would not happen. When lunch time arrived, I grabbed the lunch box and returned to the coat room to retrieve my brown bag lunch. I took the pink lunch box and hid it in the cubby of a girl who had moved away and left a pink sweater behind. And there it stayed until the last day of school the following May!

What I didn’t know at the time was that one of the main duties for grade school teachers is to make sure the coat room is empty at the end of the school year. So when I arrived at school on what was suppose to be a joyous occasion, Barbie and the cow’s tongue was sitting on my desk. Despite my best efforts, I had been beaten! Gloom and doom road with me on the bus ride home. I slow dragged from the bus stop in anticipation of what was going to happen once I arrived home. I walked in the house, placed Barbie on the kitchen table and waited for my Mom to arrive.

She was filled with questions, excited that I had “found” the lunch box and that good money had been saved! It wasn’t until later that she opened the box. She shrieked and called me by my full name—first, middle, last! There was no longer a cow tongue on white with mayo, just a small ball of furry black! It looked like a baby field mouse; a perfect mold specimen. There was screaming on her part and crying (bellowing) on mine. The entire story—I “can’t” eat cow tongue, hiding the lunch box, lying to her and my teacher, deception, dread—came tumbling out. Why I spilled the beans, I do not know. She didn’t even realize that it was the tongue sandwich—it was unrecognizable!

The only answer I have been able to come up with in 50 years is quite simple. I was six-years-old. This explains why I didn’t throw the sandwich away in the very beginning and take the lunch box home. It also explains every other misstep and lie and why my Mom prolonged the inevitable for as long as she could and still make a lasting point.

After a couple of days of quaking in my sandals, my Mom instructed me to clean out the lunch box and that she wanted it looking good as new. Unfortunately, I had to go back and tell her that the box was clean, smelled good, but I could not get the rust out of the corner. With this “new knowledge” she sent me out back to the elm tree for a green, mid-May switch. With each swish came an admonishment about lying, scheming, throwing away good money, and beating some sense into me. To make matters worse, I had to carry that pink Barbie lunch box with the “cow tongue rust” all the way through 4th grade!

I think of the cow tongue sandwich on white with mayo every year when I see little children scampering off to school for the first time with their little lunch boxes and backpacks! I pray that they will retain that enthusiasm for school, for knowledge, and making new friends. I also pray that their snacks and lunches are nutritious and tasty. Most importantly, I pray that lying and deception will be foreign to them—at least until middle school!

Saturday, August 15, 2009

Yes, I've Read Section 1233 - Part II

Grandma Tish (April, 1890 ~ April, 1991)

Grandma Tish is my maternal great-grandmother; Grandma Gray’s mom. She died two weeks after her 101st birthday. I remember standing outside her hospital room and thinking to myself moments after her demise that she died because she was upset that she wasn’t 100-years-old anymore. Once she turned 90 that became her goal in life—to be 100-years-old—and I really think that is what kept her going. As far-fetched as it may seem; it is also why she died two weeks following her 101st birthday (my theory).

We had a grand celebration for Grandma Luticia’s 100th birthday. Grandma Gray--who was an only child--and all the grands, great-grands, and great-great-grands; plus her neighbors, church friends and church dignitaries. There were considerably more people at her birthday celebration than there were at her funeral one year later. Proclamations, telegrams and cards came from all over the country sending birthday wishes to the travelling evangelist that was instrumental in building many churches across the United States in her 70+ years "working for the Lord". Willard Scott from the Today Show sent a birthday-gram as well and apologized that they were unable to recognize her on air. It seems that there are thousands of Americans turned 100 every month and they couldn’t show everyone’s picture on television.

Grandma’s obituary says she departed this life following a sudden illness. Actually, it would have been more truthful to say that she departed this life because she was 101-years-old or because she was really, really old, but I’ve always leaned towards the dramatic when I’m writing! ;-) But that’s how it happened—the way most of us would like to go. One minute she’s talking to Grandma Gray on the telephone (she still lived alone) and 15 minutes later Grandma Gray shows up with her afternoon meal and Sister Tish is on the floor and not breathing!

And now to why I’m sharing this with you. The EMTs revive her and the emergency room revives her again. The question comes up about life support and the decision is made to hook her up to allow time for other family members to come and say goodbye. So my Mom and I hop in the car and make the 100 mile drive in record time. Fortunately (by the grace of God), my uncle who lives 2,100 miles away was already in town for a visit. So after everyone who could arrived at the hospital to say their farewells, the attending doctor was told he could disconnect the respirator. He advised us that she really didn’t have that long with or without the respirator, so it was best to leave it on so that we wouldn’t be second guessing our decision later. After a few hours, Sister Tish passed on to Glory, the respirator was removed, and we said our goodbyes again.

Weeks later we discovered that Grandma Tish had discontinued her life support much early than April 15th. Most of her pills--her daily, life sustaining prescription medications—were discovered in neat little piles between her mattress and box springs. Which supports my theory that she only wanted to be 100-years-old! I just imagine she had talked this out with the Big Guy and was pretty upset with all the reviving and the respirator. Loved ones never want to let you go, which is why we all need an advanced directive and someone knowledgeable—like our personal physician—to explain the provisions and the process. And this discussion should be covered by Medicare, just like Section 1233 of HR 3200 outlines.

Next: Grandma Gray (1908 - 1998)

Living wills and advance directives for medical decisions

http://www.mayoclinic.com/health/living-wills/HA00014

Oklahoma Advanced Directive for Health Care

http://okpalliative.nursing.ouhsc.edu/documents/ADirectiveHealthCare%20Form.pdf

Oklahoma Advance Directive Act

http://okpalliative.nursing.ouhsc.edu/documents/SB1624_ENR.pdf

Friday, August 14, 2009

Thursday, August 13, 2009

Yes, I've Read Section 1233 - Part I

Section 1233: Advanced Care Planning Consultation

These healthcare reform wars are driving my batty! In the beginning I was watching the news in amazement—couldn’t believe what was happening--the distortions, the rants... Now I’m just plain mad; afraid to watch the news with the remote close by because I’m afraid of where it will end up. What really has my blood boiling is all of the hype and down right lies about Section 1233—death panels, assisted suicide, blah, blah, lies, and more lies! I know some folks that are going straight to hell when they die. I guess what makes it so bad is that these fear mongers have twisted a provision of the proposed legislation that makes perfect sense to me—ethically, legally, and humanely.

I cannot count the number of times over the past two years that I have been asked if I have a living will and if not would I like additional information. But this is not why I favor the provisions of Section 1233—which I have read! It is because of my three abuelas that I feel so strongly—Grandma Tish, Grandma Gray, and Granny Fannie. All brilliant, business-savvy, forward thinking women; my sheroes who all spent their last days without an advanced directive.

MAÑANA: Grandma Tish (04/01/1890 ~ 04/15/1991)


FACT CHECK: No 'death panel' in health care bill

http://bulletin.aarp.org/yourhealth/policy/articles/fact_check_no_death_panel_in_health_care_bill.html

Wednesday, August 12, 2009

“Unshakeable Human Spirit”

Today President Obama bestowed our country’s highest civilian honor on sixteen individuals who exemplify “that our lives are what we make of them; that no barriers of race, gender, or physical infirmity can restrain the human spirit; and that the truest test of a person's life is what we do for one another.”


Watching the news play of this prestigious occasion, I was struck by the humanity that the awardees have demonstrated throughout their lives / careers.
While I was pleased that President Obama’s first “class” for such a high honor was truly representative of our country, I was more pleased by the diversity of life endeavors / choices of the awardees—which is why they were really chosen. But what made me beam from ear to ear was the fact that I KNEW who these men and women were and I got it! I mean, if I had to pick 16 people; I could not have done a better job! And I must admit, I wondered why it took so long for a few of them?

I am extremely proud today!

Speaking of the recipients, I remember the first time I saw a Sidney Poitier movie—1967, Guess Who’s Coming To Dinner. We went to the drive-in theatre to see it. It was one of my Mom’s favorite—she was a big Spencer Tracy fan and this was his last movie. In the early ‘80s my pre-teen son and I were at my Mom’s watching the movie for the umpteenth time. I think it was my son’s first time and as is customary with youngsters, he was stretched out on the floor paying more attention to something else than the movie. Are so we thought. Later over dinner, he posed the question, “Granny, what is a Negro?” My Mom looked at me with raised eyes and it was apparent that she was trying to stifle her laughter in the same manner that I was.


Of course, it wasn’t a funny question; definitely not asked in a manner to evoke laughter. If we had laughed, it would have been that nervous, almost hysterical laughter that comes with embarrassment. Embarrassed not because of the answer or the asker, but that the question had to be asked. Embarrassed because the eleven-year-old son and grandson of “black social activists” didn’t know what a Negro was. Embarrassed because although we had been dragging him to NAACP meetings and women’s rights rallies most of his life, realization was setting in that there might be a few things we had missed in our “upbringing”.


Blah. Blah. Negro. Afro-American. Black. African American. I think I’ll text my soon-to-be 13-year-old granddaughter and ask her if she knows what a Negro is. Somehow I “know” that my son has covered this base, but just to be on the safe side… I‘m certain the movie will be on real soon and in addition to Academy Award winner, they will no doubt add “Medal of Freedom” recipient to Mr. Poitier’s credits. And well they should!


Remarks By The President
At The Medal Of Freedom Ceremony


http://www.whitehouse.gov/the_press_office/Remarks-by-the-President-at-the-Medal-of-Freedom-ceremony/