William Tyndale was the first to translate the Bible directly from Hebrew and Greek texts into English, in the name of making Scripture available to the common folk. It was he who first looked at the Greek and rendered such ageless phrases as, “The spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak” (Matthew 26); at the Hebrew and rendered, “And God said, Let there be light, and there was light” (Genesis 1). And likewise with so many other familiar and beloved phrases beyond listing. His translations of the Old and New Testaments are now estimated as forming the basis of about 80% of the later and greatly revered King James Bible. His work also formed the basis of the earlier Geneva Bible, which was the Bible in English that a fellow named William Shakespeare would have read. Continue reading Good Friday, via William Tyndale
The fallout continues from the recent despicable post by Jack Stuef on the well-known liberal blog Wonkette, mocking Sarah Palin’s son Trig, who has Down syndrome. Even after the addition of a pre-pended apology and some cleaning up, the post remains deeply reprehensible. [Update 5 p.m.: The post has now been deleted, Wonkette finally having given up defending it after three full days. Although the apology is merely for “poor comedic judgment.”]
But rather than piling on regarding the disgusting aspects of it, I’m interested in the defense which Stuef and Wonkette continue to lean on, as justifying the mockery of a three-year child with a mental handicap. The defense is simply this: Sarah Palin uses Trig as a prop. (Andrew Sullivan also uses this justification for his warped campaign to disprove Sarah Palin’s maternity of Trig.)
The key question is the following: Would they be saying this if Trig Palin did not have Down syndrome? I think that the answer is a clear no. You might choose to accuse Sarah Palin of using all of her children together — indeed her entire family — as props, if you like. She is certainly always surrounded by them and has not tried to keep them out of view of the cameras. Some of them have done interviews and taken on quite public roles. But there is simply no reason to single out Trig Palin as prop, other than the fact that he has Down syndrome. When he was first seen, in 2008, he was an infant. What mother would or should be separated by a great distance from her infant? In fact, having the newly-born Trig around was far more natural than having the rest of the family around. He is even now only three years old, and rightly near his mother, even when cameras are rolling. What is so weird about that?
The answer is only that he has Down syndrome. Seeing a child with Down syndrome not being hidden away in shame, but instead proudly held in the limelight by his mother and family fills quite a lot of people with joy. It warms hearts, especially the hearts of people who know Down syndrome people and the kind of obstacles and stigma they face. By the same token, it riles certain people who, for bitter ideological reasons, hate to see people’s hearts being warmed by anything Sarah Palin does. If people are being moved in some way by seeing Sarah Palin hold her son Trig, then therefore he must be a prop. The more of an emotional response they see to Trig’s presence, the more they revile him based on their view of his mother.
It isn’t new, as already mentioned; this all goes back to Palin’s first appearance on the national scene with her baby in 2008. And in the fall of 2008, I wrote something addressing the subject, which I’m going to reproduce below. But since it’s long, I’ll summarize the point of it here: In days not long gone by, babies with Down syndrome would often be separated from their mothers and families shortly after birth, and institutionalized. The kind way of explaining it is that it was not commonly believed that they could be cared for at home. The fact of having a Down syndrome child (or sibling) was often shrouded in secrecy and shame. I think it would be overly sanguine to say that the days of shame are over. (In fact, the kind of mockery on display in the Wonkette post demonstrates that in some ways things have not changed.) However, now it is far more commonly believed that children with Down syndrome will thrive best at home with their families, and as productive members of society. There is a much more positive view of their ability to learn, to be well adjusted, and then as adults to hold down real jobs and be cherished in their communities. But it is precisely because of the tragedies of the past, and the continued obstacles of the present, that some react so warmly to seeing someone like Trig on TV and in the newspaper. It’s a good thing. It’s not a political thing. Many people feel great about seeing Trig who would probably not vote for his mother. The fact that seeing theses good feelings infuriates the likes of Stuef and Sullivan is sad, and it says more about them than anything else.
At slightly greater and more personal length, this is what I wrote two and a half odd years ago:
A Note on Sarah and Trig (Paxson Van) Palin (October 29th, 2008)
Since seeing Sarah Palin on stage at the GOP convention, proudly holding her infant son Trig, I’ve been meaning to write a little bit about how it struck me. I’ve put it off because I don’t usually get too personal in this space, and this is a little personal for me.
For some years I worked with mentally handicapped (or insert whatever term is de rigueur where you live) adults, mainly in a variety of group home environments. These were houses in ordinary communities where these people lived with varying degrees of assistance and care, provided by people like me. (A whole lot of very left wing and earthy-crunchy people did this kind of work, in my experience, but that’s a whole other story.) For many of the adults in these residences, this was the first time they had ever lived in an ordinary community. Many of them had been born in a time when parents might be told that a child with mental retardation, like Down Syndrome, was beyond being cared for at home. This resulted in the institutionalization of these children. At a certain point, great public scandal exposed the terrible conditions common in these institutions, and the effort began to move people to places where they could live with greater normality and hopefully be treated with more dignity.
So when I worked with some of these individuals they had been in a group home for a period of years, though their more formative years were in institutions, where they would at times have witnessed and been victim to varying degrees of neglect, coercion and outright horror. In the group home environment, one of the things the staff would do would be to encourage and facilitate family contact. Generally, no encouragement was necessary when it came to the residents themselves — they were always extremely eager to call or to visit with their family. Anger towards a parent or other family member over having been institutionalized was not something that I witnessed in the people with whom I worked. But that is not to say that their feelings were uncomplicated, either. There was an entire world of hurt and heartbreak there, albeit inexpressible for most. I remember a guy named Jim — in his forties, with Down Syndrome — whose face always brightened when the subject of his “mama” came up. She lived in Las Vegas, and it seemed the greatest event of his lifetime had been his first trip out there on a plane to visit her and see some of his siblings, after he was already an adult and had been released from the institution to the group home. He would take out his photo album and point to people and name them and tell stories of the trip (in his staccato one or two word sentences). He was the picture of happiness when doing this. Yet, there were times when we found some of his precious photographs in the garbage. He had ripped them up into tiny pieces and wrapped them many times in plastic bags, and stuffed them to the bottom of the trash. “Why?”, we’d have to ask. He had no answer beyond “Garbage!” and a dismissive wave.
Jim was a nice guy. He loved country music, the World Wrestling Federation and the occasional Budweiser. Although he had his difficult idiosyncrasies (and don’t we all), he was capable of great kindness to others and he worked with the efficiency of a demon at everything he did. Seeing whatever he saw in that institution had not made him fearful and violent (though not all were so resilient). I remember a woman named Dorothy too — in her sixties when I knew her. She didn’t have Down Syndrome but some accident at birth had caused some damage and she had also lived most of her life in an institution. But no coarseness had taken root in her personality. She would admonish others (sometimes staff) for the bad words they used with a sarcastic “Nice talk!” I took her to visit her mother often, in an old walk-up apartment where we’d drink Sanka and eat dry sugar cookies. We helped Dorothy write a “Get Well” card to her brother on one occasion, as we’d heard he was ill. He was overjoyed and touched to get this card, from the sister he hadn’t really grown up with. He died of a heart attack a few days later. Dorothy’s mother wasn’t sure that Dorothy should come to the wake, but come she did, and she both possessed and projected unspeakable dignity.
So, what does this all have to do with Sarah and Trig Palin? Simply, that these two people mentioned above and other individuals I worked with during those years always come to my mind when I see her proudly holding her son. Accepting the nomination of her party for Vice-President of the United States, surrounded by her family, holding her child with Down Syndrome right out there in the spotlight: that constitutes a huge milestone, one which goes beyond politics and resonated, I am sure, with so many families who have been touched by this kind of issue. And it resonated too, I have no doubt, with some of those residents in group homes dotted across the landscape, who did not receive the same blessings that God’s grace has bestowed upon Trig Palin. We live in a different time. Much has been learned about Down Syndrome, and about how much is learnable and doable by people with this condition. There’s a vast range of potential there, depending on the individual. With the right kind of care and teaching, many people with Down Syndrome (and other mental handicaps) can lead extremely independent lives. And all, without question, can lead worthwhile lives. Ironically, as the science of care has improved, the science of pre-natal identification and elimination has also progressed. I’ve seen a figure of 90% quoted as the likely percentage of babies with Down Syndrome who are aborted in the United States today.
It is sad, but some have callously remarked that Trig has been used as “a prop” by the Palins. It is just one example, unfortunately, of a level of personal attack on a candidate’s family for which I cannot recall a parallel. In allowing Trig to be visible to the public, the Palins are doing nothing more than treating him as a member of their family. The fact that they are doing so is remarkable only because it is the first time we’ve seen this kind of thing with such a high profile figure. It touches many people as a tangible expression of hope and love and the priceless blessing of human life. It’s not Trig’s fault that it touches people, and it’s not his mother’s fault. That’s just the way it is.
I don’t know how this election will go next week (and I suspect the pollsters don’t either). But this simple and profound witnessing to the value of every life, visible in a picture of a vice-presidential candidate holding her baby, is something that has already traveled to the four corners of the world, and cannot be undone. And to me that’s a very good thing indeed.
Addendum: Not too off-topic at all, read Babies Perfect and Imperfect by Amy Julia Becker in First Things.
Allegedly, a new song from Lady Gaga called Judas is whipping up controversy. I’m somewhat less than a committed member of Ms. Gaga’s fan-club, and have insufficient patience to decipher her song — although I did attempt to listen to it — but reports say some lyrics go like this: Continue reading Lady Gaga is in love with Judas
Obviously the government censors everywhere have realized that Bob Dylan is an easy touch. We’ve been told by so many media outlets, from the New York Times on down, that the Chinese government ordered Dylan not to sing The Times They Are A-Changin’, Blowin’ in the Wind and other nameless “protest songs,” and that he just rolled over and complied. Since then, he has played Hong Kong (where the Ministry of Culture of mainland China does not hold sway), Singapore, and now Fremantle, Australia, and none of those songs have been performed at any of the gigs. He has continued a pattern of opening with Gonna Change My Way of Thinking, closing with Forever Young, and offering a varying mix of tunes from throughout his career in between. Continue reading Australia censors Bob Dylan
Passover begins today at sundown, and a very happy one is wished to all celebrating. Recently the venerable Bob Cohen sent me this link to a story by Louie Kemp on a Passover seder he shared with Bob Dylan and Marlon Brando. The story has been out there a while, but if you haven’t read it, I think you’d find it entertaining.
I will never forget the sight of our table in the synagogue, Marlon Brando was to my left and sitting next to him was his guest. This was during the height of Marlon’s involvement with Native American causes and he had brought with him noted Indian activist Dennis Banks of Wounded Knee fame. Banks was dressed in full Indian regalia: buckskin tassles on his clothes and long braids hanging down from a headband, which sported a feather. My childhood friend Bob Dylan sat to my right joined by his wife, my sister Sharon and other friends.
Addendum: And I see that Harold Lepidus has gathered together more Dylan/Passover related trivia at the Bob Dylan Examiner.
The clip below features the venerable and yet-to-be-equaled song by Isaac Watts, When I Survey the Wondrous Cross. It is sung by The NBA, which I strongly suspect means something different in England versus what it means in the United States.
Today is Palm Sunday on the calendar of church-going Christians (both Western and Orthodox this year); it is the day of Jesus’ welcome arrival in Jerusalem, only days in advance of his crucifixion. What an exquisitely strange religion this is. As Mr. Watts knew and expressed so well.
When I survey the wondrous cross
On which the Prince of Glory died;
My richest gain I count but loss,
And pour contempt on all my pride.
A must-read piece from Rajiv Chandrasekaran in the Washington Post details remarkable achievements in three southern districts of Afghanistan, thanks to the tough tactics, smarts and flat-out heroism of U.S. Marine and Army troops. But the question hanging over it all is this: What will happen in July, when President Obama’s date certain for a U.S. draw-down comes due?
I just figured I ought to crack that joke now, while we’ve still got Bashar Assad to kick around.
As is being reported, Assad has promised to call a halt to the state of emergency which has been in place in Syria for 48 years, completely brushing aside the irony of the fact that this is when it would appear to be needed most.
Tax deadline day can be stressful. It’s April 18th this year, so there’s a few more days. Our terrier Billie strongly advocates getting on top of the paper work early. Continue reading A Taxing Day
April 15th is usually the deadline for filing one’s taxes in the U.S., but this year it’s postponed until Monday, April 18th, due to today’s being a holiday in the District of Columbia. Still, our dog Billie believes it’s best to get on top of the paperwork early.