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Tools of the Trade

February 26, 2025 by MARY FISHER

I don’t really know how it feels to be transgender, but I have some acquaintance with being the object of ignorance and bias. To be a woman with AIDS, when I was first diagnosed and probably still now, was to be a dirty woman, not infected but corrupted.

Maybe that’s why I resonated with an article sent by a friend, authored by Steve Mathonnet-VanderWell. He noted that “every single major medical organization, including the American Academy of Pediatrics, the American Medical Association, and the American Psychiatric Association, supports age-appropriate, gender-affirming care for transgender and non-binary people.”

Then he adds: “In the last election, the United States decided that the prime threats to American greatness are not the climate crisis, not systemic racism, not income inequality. Rather, they are immigrants, park rangers, and transgender people. I won’t go into all the tragic stories and statistics about transgender people – family rejection, social scorn, assaults and murders, homelessness, suicide. If anyone seriously believes that a person would go through all this so they could skulk in women’s restrooms or have a successful swimming career, they are dismally misinformed and have been callously manipulated.”

I think both are true: people are being “dismally misinformed” and “callously manipulated” by power brokers who want to stir the cauldron of fear and hide behind chaos. I can count on one hand the number of media sources I now completely trust to tell the objective truth, and some days I’m not sure about two of those fingers.

This isn’t new. I noted in my forthcoming book (Uneasy Silence) that what the media reports and what it does not report are both key to manipulation. Tiny lies become national stories. Myths and deceit are transformed into wide-spread convictions. Those manipulating the media in State Houses and the White House, invoking censorship to “cleanse history,” are employing tools of the trade for despots and dictators. This isn’t politics as usual; it’s dictatorship as always.

And it's why I included the following in my book:

“Sarah Quinn tells the largely unreported story of the 1889 massacre in Leflore County, Mississippi. Black farmers, struggling to survive, organized a co-op, or ‘Alliance,’ to increase the poverty-level prices they were paid for their goods. The National Guard, called in to impose order, arrested 40 local Black men and turned them over to a local white mob. One scholar estimates that the Leflore County Massacre took the lives of 25 Black people; reports at the time actually suggested 100 people were tortured and killed, including women and children. As a strategy to take away the voice of the oppressed, Quinn notes, the killing ‘was purposely not recorded in the county news, and a journalist who later went to investigate found locals too terrified to speak of it.’”

Terror works. Intimidation is a potent silencer. When Black people in Ocoee, Florida asked for the right to vote, a white mob turned Election Day 1920 into what historian Paul Ortiz has called ‘the single bloodiest election day in modern American history.’ At least sixty Black people died. Black homes were burned. Black men were castrated. The horror went largely unreported. I’ve never read about it in any history book I was assigned.

Time and again, history proves that nothing is as silent as the grave.”

I wanted Uneasy Silence to be uplifting and encouraging, something that evokes a smile or teases out a laugh. Early readers of the manuscript have generously said it achieves this.

But the problem is, every page isn’t a joke because I also wanted to tell the truth. These days, given – well, given everything, it isn’t easy to balance grim realities, truthful reporting and a relieving laugh before bedtime. It just ain’t easy.

— Excerpt from my forthcoming book, Uneasy Silence - coming soon

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February 26, 2025 /MARY FISHER

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Oh, The Noise!

February 18, 2025 by MARY FISHER

I want to cover my ears and, when I drop my hands, know that this was all just a bad dream. It hasn’t really happened: Shutting off the lifeline of USAID to millions – millions! – of infants, children and adults. Firing people who’ve been faithful public servants, a class and concept of which he is ignorant. Shoving himself into the roles of Kennedy Center leadership as if he’s qualified when, in truth, he's perfectly incompetent.  

All this roars into my life because I haven’t been able to shut it down. The noise is deafening. It’s like a screaming machine someone failed to oil. Noise so loud it hurts my ears and denies me the ability to think or act. The evil is being done while the noise immobilizes us, confuses us, uses chaos to keep us at bay, assaults us with today’s message of hatred and meanness before I’ve fully comprehended yesterday’s explosive, deafening roars.

I don’t know where the Resistance will come from in my life or what will make  Resistance most effective against this ugly storm of cruelty. But I know I need to find a quiet place to think, to analyze, to imagine, to remember and to bear witness to a life I knew before the screeching stupidities began.

“One of the greatest joys I’ve known in the past thirty years has been preaching in churches and synagogues. Surveying the many denominations in which I’ve led worship in the US and Africa, we’ve concluded that I could be a Unitarian Baptist Presbyterian Methodist Catholic Lutheran Jew.

…I’ve forgotten where I was preaching when I recalled the story of Elijah on Mt. Sinai looking to have a chat with God. Elijah was hanging out at the entrance to a cave where he’d spent the night, hoping God would drop by. Then came a hurricane-like wind that whipped across the mountain’s face; but, says the text, “the Lord was not in the wind.” The mountain trembled in an earthquake, and the earthquake was followed by lightning. “But the Lord was not in the fire. And after the fire came a still, small voice.” And, yes, it was in the still, small voice that Elijah heard the Creator of heaven and earth. 

As I’ve aged, I’ve had spiritual experiences of various sorts, led by spiritual leaders from a full range of religious and spiritual traditions. For decades in the rooms of Alcoholics Anonymous I’ve confessed the need for a power greater than myself if I’m to be delivered into sanity and sobriety. And always, when alone and reflecting in silence, I’m drawn to a divine reality containing the power of the universe and speaking to me in such a soft voice that the silence is hardly interrupted.”

It's what I need now: a quiet place where I can think clearly, remember I’m here for a purpose and wonder what that might be.

— Excerpt from my forthcoming book, Uneasy Silence — coming soon

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February 18, 2025 /MARY FISHER

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Complicity

February 06, 2025 by MARY FISHER

Okay, we’ve seen enough. In less than two weeks we’ve seen how things will go for four more years: poorly.  How quickly he made America the world’s enemy with his threats intended to terrorize and intimidate. How deftly he became Executioner-in-Chief choking life from infants deprived of formula funded by USAID.

His regime is beyond callous. A parade of supposedly powerful “leaders” rush in to kiss the boots of an unworthy, vindictive man. Their only qualification is loyalty to him. Their only goal is his depraved approval. He’s grabbed the levers of government whether legally or illegally; time, and a few courts, will tell.

Meanwhile, the daily news lands on the floor like shards of broken glass. Nothing is redemptive, hopeful, encouraging. He manipulates the media into chasing whatever crazy declaration was issued last. I’m left to wonder: What to do? How to fight? Who to follow? Here I am, and “who am I to say these things?” Truth is, I was raised to say nothing.

                  “Good girls are quiet girls. We don’t speak too boldly, too loudly, too brashly. We’re discreet (read: silent). That said, my soul has become unhappy in my silence. The truth is not that hard to discern. Silence is troubling in the face of bloody wars, the threat of global environmental collapse, the certainty that there will be another virus, and the uncertainty of the democracy that I previously assumed to be immortal.

                  I’m convinced that it’s time to move out of my uneasy silence and into a public expression of my soul’s desire. If this comes with risk, let the risks be built on truth. I don’t need more than that.

                  I don’t want to embarrass my children or, at some future reading, trouble my grandchildren. But the reasons not to speak out have faded. I long to speak the truth as nearly as I can understand it. I’ve arrived at the point where my silence isn’t discretion. It’s complicity.”

Would someone kindly direct me to The Resistance?

— Excerpt from my forthcoming book, Uneasy Silence – coming soon

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February 06, 2025 /MARY FISHER
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