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Isang hapon matapos ang pamimigay ng mga lobbying paraphernalia sa loob ng Kongreso, lumapit sa concomitant ang isa sa mga lola na kasapi ng aming multi-sectoral swap. “Sana ipasa na nila ngayon ang bill natin, makunsensya naman sila.” Natigilan ako at nag-isip kung paano ko sasagutin ang kanyang komento. Nagkasya na lamang ako sa pagsasabing, " Sana nga po‚ Nay.“ Ika-5 na ito ng Hunyo, isang araw bago tuluyang magtapos ang ika-13 na Kongreso. Tulad ng ibang mga panukalang batas na nalimot at naiwang nakabinbin sa mababang kapulungan, ang House Bill No. 6035 o mas nakilala bilang Cheaper Medicines Bill , ay mistulang mababaon din kasama nang kasaysayan ng ika-13 Kongreso. At hindi nga ako nag-kamali. Isang buwan at mahigit matapos ang hindi pag pasa ng Cheaper Medicines Bill , mainit pa rin ang talakayan kung bakit nga ba ang isang panukalang batas, na bukod sa benepisyong pampubliko ay Certified Urgent din ni Pangulong Gloria Macapagal Arroyo ay hindi nakapasa sa mababang kapulungan. Kalagayan ng Gamot sa Pilipinas Ayon sa World Health Organization (WHO) Health Development Report ng 2000, ang Pilipinas sa kasalukuyan ay pang-126 sa 191 na bansa sa antas ng kalusugan. 40% ng mga Pilipino ay hindi nakaka-konsulta sa mga duktor tuwing sila ay nagkaka-sakit. Sa buong Asya, pangalawa ang Pilipinas sa kataasan ng presyo ng gamot. Ayon sa WHO - The World Drug Situation , wala sa 30% ng ating mamamayan ang may regular na kakayahan na makabili at makakuha ng kinakailang gamot. Dahil dito, napipilitan ang karamihan ng mga Pilipino na mag- under medicate ng kanilang mga gamot o mag over-medicate naman sa mga mumurahing alternatibo upang matugunan kanilang mga karamdaman. Isa sa mga pangunahing dahilan sa hindi-makatarungang presyo ng gamot ay ang kontrol ng mga Multinational Pharmaceutical Companies sa ating industriya. Ang kabuuang merkado ng gamot sa Pilipinas ay kumikita ng halos 94.8 bilyong piso sa bawat taon. 81.2% dito ay mula sa bentahan ng mga drugstores . Ang industriya ng parmasyotika sa Pilipinas ay dominado ng iilan. Sa paggawa pa lamang ng gamot, halos 80% ng toll manufacturing sa mga kompanyang parmasyotika ay ginagawa ng Interphil Laboratories. Ang wholesale distribution naman, halos 80% ay hawak ng Metro Drug/Zuellig Pharma, itinuturing na sister company ng Interphil Laboratories. Sa pag-bebenta ng gamot na tingi o retail , mahigit sa 60% ay mula sa Mercury Drug na may mahigit sa 600 outlets sa buong bansa. Upang mapanatili ng mga malalaking kumpanya ng parmasyotika ang kanilang kontrol sa merkado, naging gawain na ang pang-aabuso sa sistema ng patent sa bansa. Sa ilalim ng World Trade Organization – Trade Related Aspects on Intellectual Property Rights (WTO-TRIPS ), ang patent ng isang produkto ay may karampatang proteksyon na tumatagal ng 20 taon o higit pa. Dahil wala pa sa merkado ang generic na gamot nito, kontrolado ng iisang kumpanya lamang ang nasabing merkado sa loob ng 20 taon. Sa pagtagal ng proteskyon sa patent, tumatagal din ang monopolyo ng mga Multinational Drug Corporations sa industriya. Kasabay ng pagtagal ng kanilang monopolyo ay ang paglaki ng kanilang taunang kita. Sa pagtatapos ng patent ng isang gamot, nag–hahain muli ng panibagong aplikasyon ang mga kumpanyang ito upang mapahaba ang proteksyon sa kanilang produkto. Kalimitan ay nagdadagdag lamang ng ilang mga sangkap at substances ang mga ito upang masabi na ang kanilang gamot ay bagong imbensyon at mayroong bagong lunas. Madalas, sila ay nagagawaran ng panibagong proteksyon sa kanilang patent. Kilala ang ganito pang-aabuso bilang “Evergreening”. Bukod sa pang-aabuso sa patent system, isa rin sa pamamaraan ng pagpapanatili ng kontrol sa merkado ay ang panggigipit sa mga maliit na lokal ng kumpanya ng gamot na nagnanais gumawa at mag-benta ng murang generic na gamot. Sa pamamagitan ng pag-hahabla sa korte, pananakot tulad ng pagpapadala ng mga sulat kalakip ang kanilang mga babala at iba pang mga paraan, kalimita’y hindi na nakaka-sabay sa kumpetisyon ang mga maliliit na kumpanya ng generic na gamot. Kaya’t maaring pataasin ng mga malalaking kompanyang parmasyotika ang presyo ng gamot sa Pilipinas. Ang House Bill 6035 at ang Intellectual Property Code Ang House Bill No. 6035 ay isang panukalang batas na naglalayong amyendahan ang Intellectual Property Code (IPC) ng Pilipinas upang maging mas sensitibo sa pangangailangang pangkalusugan ng mga Pilipino. Kabilang sa mga nais amyendahan sa IPC ay ang Sec. 22 , na nagsasaad ng mga produkto at substances na hindi saklaw ng patent, Sec. 72 na nagbibigay ng limitasyon ng mga karapatan sa patent , Sec.74 na nagtatakda ng karapatan ng isang bansa sa paggamit ng patented na produkto at Sec. 147 na nabibigay proteskyon sa trademark ng isang patented na produkto. Nakasaad sa Sec. 3 ng Cheaper Medicines Bill ang Non-Patentable Inventions, Parallel Importation, Early Working Provisions at ang Government Use. Ang layunin ng probisyon ng Non-patentable inventions ay upang maiwasan ang Evergreening . Hindi ituturing na patentable ang isang bagong natuklasan na substansya o gamit ng isang patented na produkto maliban na lamang kung ito ay matutuklasan na may bagong lunas o therapeutic value o di kaya’y mapapatunayang isang bagong imbensyon. Ito ay upang maiwasan ang pagpapahaba ng proteksyon ng patent ng isang gamot. Sa Parallel Importation naman, ang isang kumpanya ay pinapayagan mag-angkat ng isang produktong may patent sa kanyang bansa kahit walang pahintulot ng patent holder nito. Makakatulong ang probisyong ito sa pag-papababa ng presyo ng gamot lalo na kung ang nag-aangkat na bansa ay may pangngailangang magbenta ng mas abot-kayang gamot sa bansa nito. Ang gamot na binili ng nasabing kumpanya sa mas mababang halaga ay maaring ma- import sa kanyang bansa upang maipagbili sa merkado sa mas mababang presyo. Ang Early Working Provision , na kilala rin bilang Bolar Provision , ay magbibigay ng karapatan sa mga kumpanya ng generics upang maghain ng aplikasyon para sa paggawa at pagbenta sa isang patented na gamot bago pa matapos ang patent protection nito. Sa Pilipinas, ang proseso ng aplikasyon upang gumawa at mag-benta ng generic na gamot ay tumatagal ng 18 hanggang 60 buwan na mas makakapagpahaba ng kontrol ng mga malalaking kumpanya ng gamot. Sa Early Working Provision, maaring maipag-bibili agad ang generic na beryson ng isang gamot matapos ang proteksyon nito sa patent. Sa probisyong Government Use, pinapalakas ang karapatan ng pamahalaan na gumawa at mag-benta ng mga patented na gamot kahit walang pahintulot ng may-ari nito. Maari din itong magbigay ng mga lisensya sa ibang mga kumpanya upang makagawa at makapg-benta ng mga generic na gamot sa mga sitwasyon tulad ng epidemya at iba pang maaring ituring na national emergencies. Bukod sa mga probisyong mag-aamyenda ng Intellectual Property Code, may mga ilang naidagdag sa orihinal na HB 6035. Ang pagtatayo ng Drug Price Regulatory Board, Oversight Committee at ang Non-Discriminatory Clause ay mga probisyong isinama sa HB 6035 nuong ang nasabing panukala ay dumaan sa Period of Ammendments. Ngunit ang ilan sa mga naidagdag na probisyong tulad ng pagtatayo ng Drug Price Regulatory Board bilang isang mekanismo ng pagpapababa ng presyo ng gamot ay naglunsad ng iba’t ibang komento. Pangunahing argumento dito ay ang kawalan ng transparency ng mga malalaking kumpanya ng gamot sa kanilang mga gastos sa paggawa at pag-bebenta ng gamot. Maraming mga katanungan hinggil sa kanilang pagiging tapat sa mga isinasaad na halaga at gastos ng kanilang operasyon. Hangga’t hindi transparent ang mga kumpanyang ito sa kanilang gastos, hindi epektibong maitatakda ng Drug Price Regulatory Board ang regulasyon sa presyo ng mga gamot. Ang pagpasa ng panukalang batas na ito ay maglulunsad ng masiglang kumpetisyon sa pambansang industriya ng gamot, mabibigyan ng pagkakataon ang mga lokal na kumpanya ng generic na gamot na makasabay sa kumpetisyon ng mga malalaking korporasyon ng parmasyotika. Ang pag-aamyenda sa Patent Laws ng isang bansa ay isa sa mga tinuturing na epektibong mekanismo upang mapababa ang presyo ng gamot. Deliberasyon sa Mababang Kapulungan Ang pagpasa ng isang panukalang batas na nagnanais maging makatarungan ang presyo ng gamot ay isang masalimuot na pakikibaka.Iba’t Ibang uri ng pamumulitika at panggigipit ang inabot ng Cheaper Medicines Bill hanggang sa tuluyang hindi ito maipasa. Isa sa mga pangunahing naging sanhi ng hindi pag-usad nito ay ang kawalan ng Quorum sa kongreso. Mistulang hindi naging prioridad ng mga mambabatas ang pagdalo sa mga sesyon kaya’t ang mga mahahalagang panukalang batas ay hindi napagtutuunan ng nararapat na pansin. Sinamantala naman ito ng mga Multinational Drug Corporations na tutol sa pagpasa ng Cheaper Medicines Bill . Dahil sa inabot na ang panukala ng ilang buwan bago magsara ang ika-13 Kongreso, ang kailangan na lamang gawin ng mga kumpanyang ito ay i- delay ang pagpasa ng bill hanggang sa tuluyang nang matapos ang deliberasyon. Kasama ang kanilang mga bayad na kongresista, inipit ang Cheaper Medicines Bill sa bawat sesyon nito, ang pag-question ng quorum ay ginamit ring paraan upang matapos ang deliberasyon ng nasabing panukala. Napatunayan ang ganitong sabwatan at pagdikta ng mga Multinational Drug Corporations nang pinalabas ang mga kinatawan ng Pfizer, GlaxoSmithKline at ng Pharmaceutical and Healthcare Association of the Philippines (PHAP) sa loob ng session hall ng Kongreso dahil sa pag-aabot ng isang sulat kay Rep. Teddy Boy Locsin na nagsasad ng mensaheng, “We desperately need someone to question the quorum now. Can you do it? Please Call Leo Wassmer (Chief Executive Officer ng PHAP) at this number ________”. Ang unethical lobbying na ito ay naganap sa huling araw ng Special Session ng Kongreso nuong buwan ng Pebrero. Inabot ng iba’t ibang uri ng pambabatikos mula sa mga kongresista at iba’t ibang health rights advoactes ang insidenteng ito. Kung susuriin, ang kawalan ng political will ng Kongreso at ng Malaca

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Caucus of the Indigenous Peoples of the Americas Opening Statement of the Eighth Meeting of Negotiations (Greetings in an Indigenous Language) Excellency Ambassador Juan Leon Alvarado, President of the Working Group on the Drafting of the American Declaration on the Rights of Indigenous Peoples Vice President of the Working Group, Ms. Ana Pena, Summit Secretariat Distinguished Representatives of the [American] States Indigenous brothers and sisters, In the name of the Indigenous Peoples and Organizations of the Americas we wish to thank the Summit Secretariat of the Americas for organizing the Eighth Meeting of Negotiations in the Quest for Consensus on the Draft American Declaration on the Rights of Indigenous Peoples. Likewise, we thank the OAS member States for contributing to the Specific Fund that supports the participation of the representatives of the Indigenous Peoples of the Americas at this important meeting. We also would like to take this opportunity to acknowledge publicly the work carried out by the Vice President of the Working Group, the Alternate Ambassador, Mrs. Ana Pena. Her support has been essential to the progress made thus far. We invite other representatives of the States to continue in the same spirit that has permitted us to make substantial progress in the meetings of Guatemala and Brazil. We also wish to commend those countries that have demonstrated their good faith and political will to facilitate the mandate of the General Assembly to adopt the American Declaration on the Rights of Indigenous Peoples. We remind all the American States of the need to carry out national consultations on the Draft American Declaration on the Rights of Indigenous Peoples in every country. We strongly support the text of the UN Declaration adopted by the Human Rights Council. We express our concern over the position taken by some OAS member States in the Third Committee of the UN General Assembly in a vote to delay adoption of the Declaration on the Rights of Indigenous Peoples. In effect, this decision of the Third Committee denies our status as Peoples according to international law. We deeply regret the actions of some of the American States at the UN who, after so many years of dialogue with us, have denied our fundamental rights as Indigenous Peoples. We will continue to work in this 8th Session of the Working Group although we are aware that there has been a call to suspend this process until after the final adoption of the UN Declaration is secured. However, we will not accept human rights standards that are lower than those that have been approved in the UN Declaration. During this week, we will participate with these critical considerations in mind. We are concerned about the methodology adopted by the States, which appears to define consensus as unanimity. As Indigenous Peoples we will not compromise our human rights for the sake of arriving at a consensus with the States. We stand firm in our commitment to participate in this process, but it cannot have moral integrity if the States do not act with transparency, good faith and political will. The right to self-determination is an inherent right of Indigenous Peoples. We therefore call upon the members of the OAS to join the UN Human Rights Council in recognizing that Indigenous Peoples, like all peoples under international law, have the right to self-determination. We, the representatives of Indigenous Peoples with the protection of our Pacha Mama, continue to assert Never more the Americas without Indigenous Peoples WASHINGTON, DECEMBER OF 2006 ------------------ UCTP Taino News Editor's note: Chief Damon Corrie of the Eagle Clan Arawaks (Barbados & Guyana) and Oswald Robinson (Garifuna) of Saint Vincent are in attendence at the meeting representing Caribbean Indigenous Peoples.

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Cell Disease Being sick in Dallas County's troubled jail can be a death sentence By MATT PULLE,DALLAS OBSERVER Published: Thursday, September 15, 2005 Four days into his short stint at Dallas County's jail at the Lew Sterrett Justice Center, Mark McLeod talked with his public defender about a plea agreement that could set him free the next afternoon. The attorney remembers that her new client talked slowly as his wide, dark eyes offered a faint glimpse into his troubled mind, but she wouldn't think anything of it until a tearful Friday morning when she saw an 8-by-10-inch color photograph of the bright-eyed young man at his grandmother's home. On July 25, 2002, public defender Julie Doucet spent hours with McLeod reviewing the plea and trying to complete the final details of the agreement with the District Attorney's Office. Now they were waiting on his brother, Michael, to accept a deal on a misdemeanor assault charge stemming from a shoving match the brothers had in their grandmother's kitchen. It could have been brushed off as a spat between siblings, but Mark had been acting differently lately, and no one knew why. That's why the police were called. Now the District Attorney's Office was trying to contact Michael and resolve the case, but they couldn't get in touch with him. Doucet also called her client's brother. Finally, early on a Friday morning, she reached Michael. When they finished talking, she drove to the grandmother's home in Richardson, her eyes welling with tears. Just a few years earlier, Mark McLeod's life was promising. A graduate of Texas Tech University with a degree in journalism, he had plans to become a newspaper reporter. But while his family knew that McLeod was a little different, nobody knew the extent of his troubles until after he was arrested for assaulting his brother. On November 28, 2000, nearly a month after the shoving match, McLeod was diagnosed with catatonic schizophrenia. Two days later, a jury found him incompetent to stand trial, and he was sent to Terrell State Hospital, a mental health facility in neighboring Kaufman County. It took 19 months of rigorous treatment for doctors and staff to stabilize McLeod. He had a few setbacks, including a fight or two with some of the other residents, but toward the end of his stay he was doing well. On July 22, 2002, more than a year and a half after he was first arrested, he was discharged from Terrell and sent to Sterrett while he awaited the resolution of his charges. That day he called his grandmother, with whom he had lived since he was 5. He sounded ordinary and hopeful. He planned to return home. Schizophrenia is a disease of the brain; its symptoms are terrifying and numerous, most notably including paranoia and auditory hallucinations. It can't be cured, but through a rigorous treatment plan, many of the disease's sufferers can lead peaceful, productive lives; the doctors at Terrell hoped that this would be their young patient's fate. The discharge records from Terrell were clear: McLeod was to receive 32 milligrams of Trilafon four times daily. If he did not receive his medication, the discharge notes warned, "symptoms of schizophrenia, paranoid type will recur..." Five days after Mark McLeod was released from Terrell into Sterrett, Doucet finally got in touch with his brother. She figured he would agree to a plea deal and within hours, McLeod would return home. "He told me 'I just got back from the morgue,'" Doucet recalls. "I almost went off the deep end." Hours earlier Mark McLeod, just 27 years old and staring at a second chance at a normal life, hanged himself in his cell. McLeod's autopsy records, released by his civil attorney, David Finn, show that he had no trace of Trilafon in his body. Finn's notes also document that a day before McLeod killed himself, he told the medical staff that he was hearing voices, but he was not placed on suicide watch. Instead, he remained alone in a closed cell. After visiting with McLeod's grandmother, a heartbroken Doucet headed immediately to Sterrett. A secret source gave her a list of four inmates who lived on his pod, and she and another attorney planned to talk to them to piece together clues about how her client spent his last night. The sheriff's office, however, wouldn't give her access, claiming that she did not have the authority to interview McLeod's neighboring inmates since she was not their attorney of record. "I wish I could have talked to the four inmates. I would have asked them, 'Did you hear anything, was he angry, was he talking to people, did he ask for help, was he calling for the guards, did the guards say anything to him?'" Doucet says. "But the Dallas County Sheriff's Department put their foot down, and I will never get over that." Doucet pressed on, however, and convinced a judge to sign an order allowing her to subpoena McLeod's medical records. Represented by District Attorney Bill Hill's office, the sheriff's legal advisor and mental health director filed a motion to quash the subpoena, arguing that it was a waste of resources and time. Doucet says that the District Attorney's Office later complained to her boss, the chief public defender, that she was being "too antagonistic." Meanwhile, McLeod's civil attorneys ultimately withdrew their lawsuit because it would have been difficult to prove that the mentally ill did not refuse his meds, even though a refusal should have caused jail staff to at least put him on suicide watch or contact Terrell. McLeod's death and the county's response were far from unique. For years now, inmates at the Dallas County jail have often failed to receive elementary levels of medical care, prompting a lengthy series of lawsuits and bad publicity that has done nothing to halt the cycle of neglect. If anything, people who determine the fate of the jail have rejected outside scrutiny. Every year, the jail elicits the same criticisms, and all that changes are the faces of the elected officials. From the county commissioners, who control the jail's budget, to the sheriff's office, which makes the day-to-day decisions that affect the lives of thousands, a stubborn cast of officials have engaged in a long-running pattern of closing ranks and resisting external pressures. Even the District Attorney's Office, which counts the jail as its most troubled client, has pursued a defense-at-all-costs strategy instead of finding out what's really happening to inmates in the county's custody. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- It was a textbook Lew Sterrett death: a troubled inmate suffers dramatic deterioration amid guards and a neglectful medical staff. Incarcerated on a misdemeanor prostitution charge in February 2002, Rosa Allejo fell apart at Sterrett. Her mind crumbling by the hour, she died three weeks into her stay at the jail from eating bags of dried coffee grounds. According to her family's lawsuit, she noted on her intake evaluation form that she had previously received psychiatric treatment at Terrell State Hospital and had been taking lithium carbonate for mental illness. Within a week, though, Allejo became a wreck. In their lawsuit, Allejo's family members claim that jail floor officers reported that she was yelling, eating toilet tissue and pulling at her hair while pleading for her medication. She began to eat her own feces, but even that didn't prompt anyone to make sure Allejo was receiving her proper course of drugs. Meanwhile, the guards continued to give her coffee grounds, which led to her death from caffeine toxicity. No one at the jail seemed to realize that Allejo's unusual craving was a possible side effect of withdrawal from certain types of behavioral drugs, particularly lithium. Not surprisingly, her family's lawsuit cites jail records that show that she never received her lithium during her incarceration. Following Allejo's death, which drew attention to a string of similar cases, the nonprofit Mental Health Association of Dallas offered to fund an independent ombudsman who would investigate allegations of neglect among mentally ill inmates. The ombudsman would also serve as a resource for families of the incarcerated and would likely look into other cases where chronically ill inmates were not receiving their medication. But Vivian Lawrence, an expert on prison issues for the nonprofit, says that then-Sheriff Jim Bowles never responded to the offer, and the county commissioners at the time never even brought it to a vote. "It floors me," says Lawrence on the county's unresponsiveness to the group's proposal. This year, the Mental Health Association has offered to train the jail's detention officers, free of charge. Citing overtime costs, Sheriff Lupe Valdez's office has declined the offer. "This has been going on for so long, you can't say there is any one commissioner responsible for this," Lawrence says of the jail's entrenched problems. "You can't necessarily blame the sheriff, since we have a new sheriff. I just think there is a culture at the jail where they just say, 'We have done this so long, and we're not going to change.'" In 1998, four years before the deaths of Mark McLeod and Rosa Allejo, a panel of health experts analyzed mental health issues at the jail, including why some inmates were not receiving their medications. Seven years after the panel looked at the jail, an outside consultant employed by the county studied the jail and again criticized how mentally ill inmates are treated. "If you look at the 1998 report and the report the current consultant did in February of this year, there are a lot of the same recommendations," Lawrence says. First-term County Judge Margaret Keliher has taken steps to tackle the long-term defects that have plagued the jail. Over the objections of some of her colleagues, she has pushed for the county to hire enough detention officers to meet state standards and institute structural changes that include revamping the jail's flawed intake procedures. Her office has also helped guide a fledgling but promising mental health diversion program that tracks nonviolent mentally ill inmates and places them out of jail and into a program of coordinated care. Perhaps most important, Keliher not only pushed for the 2005 consultant's report on Sterrett, she secured private funding to pay for it. But Keliher, along with the rest of the commissioners court, has gone to federal court to suppress that same report, which is being cited in an inmate lawsuit against the county. The report is a blow-by-blow account of the jail's inept health care system, blaming the facility's medical providers as well as its guards. After the report was concluded, The Dallas Morning News asked for a copy, but the District Attorney's Office denied the paper's request. Regardless, Morning News reporter Jim O'Neill obtained a confidential copy of the report and wrote about it in detail. That prompted the commissioners court's outside counsel, the corporate law firm of Figari & Davenport, to send a letter to the paper demanding that they cease writing about and immediately return the report. The Morning News wasn't exactly intimidated; its response was to post the so-called confidential report on its Web site. Then in July, Figari & Davenport failed to convince a federal magistrate that plaintiffs in an inmate lawsuit couldn't cite the report as evidence that the pattern of poor care at the jail led to their client's death. The law firm appealed that decision and lost. For their efforts, Figari & Davenport has been paid more than $100,000 by the county. Lost in all the legal wrangling is the fate of the man who inspired it all, James Mims. A mentally ill inmate, Mims suffered renal failure and wound up in Parkland Memorial Hospital in grave condition last year after guards turned off the water in his cell when Mims flooded it. The sheriff's own investigators found that the guards who turned off the water did not properly report their action up the chain of command, although none of them were formally disciplined. Nor did any of them realize that he wasn't drinking any water. Meanwhile, internal investigators cited the jail's medical provider, the University of Texas Branch at Galveston, for failing to give Mims the psychiatric medicine he needed, which contributed to his bizarre behavior. Investigators also blamed the jail's psychiatric department for not giving him an evaluation, even though the medical department referred him three times. Keliher declined to comment on the specifics of the commissioners court's legal strategy, except to say that they have an obligation to protect taxpayer dollars. Suppressing a damning consultant's report might stymie the plaintiffs' extraction of a large settlement from the county, of course, but that raises a philosophical question: Should the commissioners court be playing hardball to protect taxpayer dollars or should it be looking to settle a case where its own sheriff's department has corroborated many of the lawsuit's allegations? On any given day, there are more than 7,000 inmates in Dallas County's jail system, whose main facility, Lew Sterrett Justice Center, is located on Industrial Boulevard in the shadow of downtown's skyline. Making sure that the inmates are safe and that the sick are receiving care is a logistical nightmare. It's also a grueling job for everyone who works there. Unruly, deranged inmates will throw feces at guards, provoke fights and take part in vandalism such as clogging up toilets and overflowing sinks. Salaries for detention officers begin at $27,000, which is less than Tarrant and other neighboring counties pay. Still, employees who have worked at the jail say that most of the guards, though certainly not all, exercise remarkable restraint and good judgment. For the poor and sick, who may not receive any medical care at all in the community, incarceration often means the best health care of their lives. But the problems at the jail that incite lawsuits and headlines seem to be more entrenched than episodic, particularly the issue of how guards and medical staff respond to chronically ill inmates. Independent observers, including judges and doctors, corroborate that ill and healthy inmates alike are failing to receive medications or enduring long periods of neglect while in custody; even the state's own correctional facility watchdog confirms the jail's deficiencies. "We have found more complaints from the Dallas County jail about the medical care, and we have found more incidents arising from the inmates at Dallas County than any other big county jail in Texas," says Terry Julian, the executive director of the Texas Commission on Jail Standards. Last year, Sterrett failed inspection with the commission, in part because it was short on staff and neglected to perform adequate health screenings of its inmates. It failed again in 2005, having been found in violation of at least 10 state standards, including staff shortages, incomplete tuberculosis testing and a lack of prompt care for sick inmates. State standards require that county jails have at least one corrections officer per 48 inmates; in recent unannounced state inspections, the jail has fallen just short of that for "significant periods of time," according to inspectors. While the Dallas County commissioners are finally taking steps to correct some of the jail's nagging problems, including hiring enough detention officers to meet state standards, they're only beginning to address the institutional defects that have been allowed to linger and grow for years. "The jail did not fall out of compliance overnight," says Julian, who credits the current commissioners for finally tackling one of the fundamental problems with the place, lack of money. "Dallas County was certified for many, many years. It was a facility we could all be proud of. But now, over the last couple years, it has declined. We're seeing more inmates and more of them have medical needs that are not being met." To a degree, some of the county's problems can be traced to funding. Until this year, a tax-averse commissioners court would typically ask the sheriff's office to reduce its operating budget, and the sheriff would cut staff. Sheriff's office employees say the commissioners exacerbated the problem by pressuring them to freeze overtime pay last year, which they say led to the low staffing ratios that caused the jail to fail inspection. This year, the county will likely fund a budget increase that would allow the sheriff's office to hire at least 70 jailers, although the department originally hoped for up to 400. The county's budget office maintains that the 70 new positions should still be enough for the jail system to meet state standards. As the Texas Commission on Jail Standards and others single out Dallas County for a range of problems, it's hardly surprising to find that it spends considerably less money on its jail than its closest peer, Harris County, even after accounting for a smaller inmate population. Last year, Dallas County budgeted $77 million for its jails, including operating costs, food and health care. Harris County, which has around 2,500 more inmates than its North Texas counterpart, allocated $135.9 million for jail expenses. But Dallas County is hardly the only big county jail in Texas with problems. Both the Harris County and Bexar County (San Antonio) jails have also failed inspections recently. In many of the lawsuits filed against the jail, sick inmates allege that guards continually fail to respond to serious health needs. Advocates, who say that problems of health care at Lew Sterrett go back at least 20 years, say that while all jails could be beter, Dallas County's is one of the worst. Lanny Priddy is an attorney for the North Texas Region of Advocacy Inc., which monitors jail conditions throughout the region including Fort Worth, Denton, Tyler and Texarkana. "We find that the Dallas jail generates more complaints about medical and mental health conditions than all the other jails in the region put together," he writes in an e-mail. "Whether considered on the basis of complaints per capita or in terms of absolute numbers of complaints, the Dallas jail presents by far the greatest problem in the region with regard to jail medical and mental health care." Not all of the jail's problems can be easily traced to a lack of funding. Attorney Tona Trollinger, who has a seriously ill client at Sterrett, says the jail's problems are also rooted in the attitudes of some of the people who work there. "They get doctors who just want to work 9-to-5 jobs. Everybody just gets jaded," she says. "The staff is so acerbic. They get complaints from so many inmates who are not sick that when someone really is in pain, they can't tell if that's real." Some of Dallas County's problems stem from years of bad management, poor funding and a dysfunctional relationship between the two county offices responsible for the fate of the jail. Ex-Sheriff Jim Bowles feuded with many of the county commissioners over budgets and staffing, and the relationship between the sheriff and the commissioners became so acrimonious that as the jail endured bad press and explosive lawsuits, some of the commissioners felt as though they couldn't even trust what the sheriff was telling them about his facility. In an August interview, Dallas County Commissioner Mike Cantrell showed the depth of distrust when he explained why they had to enlist the support of an outside consultant to study Sterrett. "We had a sheriff who would not allow us access to the jail," he explained incredulously. Bowles refused to be interviewed for this story, and the three commissioners who served with Bowles, Mike Cantrell, Kenneth Mayfield and John Wiley Price, did not respond to repeated requests for comment. Sheriff Lupe Valdez, elected last year in a surprise victory for the openly gay Democrat, has instituted several modest departmental changes. Still, while many lawyers and judges had high hopes for Valdez upon her election, particularly given the polarizing last few years of her predecessor's two-decade tenure, problems continue, including yet another case where a guard inexplicably turned off an inmate's water. That incident was almost identical to what happened to James Mims last year. Although captains had been authorized to turn off water in an inmate's cell if it had been reported up the chain of command, Valdez writes in an e-mail that she has now ordered that "there will be no water turned-off within any of our jail facilities. Period." Valdez also says that jail employees have been ordered to be more attentive to sick inmates. She says that jailers now have to take any inmate who appears ill or even just complains of being ill to a nurses' station for immediate examination. Over the years, ailing inmates have complained that nobody took their pleas for medical care seriously, in part because so many of their peers fake illnesses for attention. Now, under Valdez's orders, guards can't pick and choose which inmates they believe. Arguably cast as the biggest villain in ongoing conflict over the jail has been its medical provider, the University of Texas Medical Branch at Galveston. County commissioners in particular criticized UTMB after reviewing the detailed and critical report submitted by the county's outside consultant earlier this year. Conducted by Dr. Michael Puisis, the former medical director of the Cook County Jail in Chicago, and funded by Health Management Associates, the report sharply criticized how the jail monitors its most disturbed inmates, noting it is "only a matter of chance" whether a severely disturbed psychotic individual is assigned to a cell where he could be monitored versus a cell where he is hidden from view. He also reported that the jail's suicide cells recklessly shut out the inmate from nearly all human contact, which can result in psychotic behavior. Although he was at the facility for only a week, Puisis also discovered one inmate who died after the jail's medical staff failed to diagnose his chronic illnesses--the report doesn't say what sort of illness--for more than six weeks. Another inmate who had been on medication for tuberculosis before he came to the jail and had obvious symptoms of the contagious disease was inexplicably kept in the general population. The inmate did not have a physical examination for the first four months of his incarceration. Overall, the doctor characterized the UTMB's monitoring of chronically ill inmates as "poor to non-existent," resulting in excessive hospitalizations. "I'm disappointed in their performance," Keliher says of UTMB. "They were used to prisons instead of jails, and in all fairness, they probably underbid and understaffed it." When UTMB first bid for the job as the jail's medical provider in 2001, the medical school promised that it could cut costs and improve care. Press accounts said that UTMB could save the county nearly $700,000 a year, down from the $14 million the county had been spending on jail health. Three years later and with the benefit of hindsight, the school now says it is understaffed and underfunded, having lost up to $200,000 a month throughout the course of a contract that reimburses it $569 per inmate. Although UTMB made the decision not to apply for a contract renewal, it's unlikely the commissioners would have wanted them to remain as the medical provider following Puisis' report and the lawsuits. Dr. Owen Murray, the chief executive of UTMB Correctional Care, agrees that the school initially underestimated the acuity of health care needs at a jail, as opposed to a prison, in which most of its correctional experience lies. At a prison, most inmates have already been stabilized, while at a jail they often come in off the streets at the height of their mental illnesses, drug addictions and with a range of physical afflictions. "I was surprised just how sick the patients are at Dallas County," Murray says. "You have three times the rate of diabetes in the jail as you do in prison and twice the rate of hypertension." Still, while Murray agrees with some of the jail report's findings, particularly as it relates to staffing and problems with the facility itself, he says that some of the report's criticisms are unfair. For example, one of the report's more dramatic findings--that not every inmate at the jail is screened for tuberculosis--isn't exactly damning; the Texas Commission on Jail Standards requires testing on only a portion of the jail's population, he says. Murray says that he agrees with many of the report's general conclusions, but that "it's difficult to come into a place as complex as the Dallas County jail and walk away with a clear picture of what's going on." Because of patient confidentiality rules, Murray was not able to speak about the instances the report highlighted where inmates died or became gravely ill under UTMB's care. UTMB's predecessor, Dallas County Health and Human Services, fared no better at providing care, particularly to the mentally ill. In 2002, the Morning News and WFAA-TV investigated the jail's health care practices and uncovered cases where suicidal inmates were punished by being stripped of their clothes and left naked in their cells, sometimes without their medication. The report included one inmate who gouged his eye out, stomped on it and tried to flush it down the toilet. The medical staff's solution to the inmate's troubles was to wrap mitts around his hands so he wouldn't hurt himself. WFAA also caught Rita Moss, the jail's medical director for the mental health staff, regularly leaving work early in her Mercedes, presumably to attend to her second job running a private psychiatric practice. Jim Pruitt, a Rockwall attorney who served as a Dallas County criminal judge from 1995-2003, tells the Observer that making sure that inmates appearing before him were receiving their prescribed medication demanded his constant attention. One staffer, the ex-judge says, went so far as to alter medical records to document that a particular inmate had been given his prescribed medication when he hadn't. That staffer was later fired. Other employees would document that inmates refused medication, simply because they were sleeping; it was too much trouble to wake them up. Asked why the county's medical staff continually failed to make sure inmates received the drugs they needed, Pruitt replied with the frankness befitting a former judge. "They were damn lazy." County Criminal Court Judge Lisa Fox, who took the bench in May 2002, says that she still regularly sees defendants in her court who have gone without their medications for weeks. At least three times she's had to call the jail from her bench to make sure that the medical staff attends to an ailing defendant immediately. "I think they need to take the time in the beginning to make sure inmates are on their medication rather than wait two to three weeks," Fox says. A few months ago, she had a defendant in her court with a hideous staph infection on his leg. She ordered him to be taken to Parkland Hospital immediately. "It's going to take a major overhaul," she says on what lies ahead for the Dallas County jail system. Attorney David Finn, who helped the families of James Mims and Mark McLeod prepare lawsuits against the county, first became aware of the problems at the jail when he was a criminal court judge. He said that when he sat on the bench, he regularly saw mentally ill inmates who clearly were not receiving their meds. They'd be declared incompetent for trial, be sent to Terrell and stabilized, only to return to jail and not be given their medication, even when the hospital staff gave the county jail a two-week supply. "Hundreds of thousands of dollars in meds are just getting flushed down the toilet," he says. "I could see if maybe a family brings them in and the jail doesn't trust them. But we're talking about prescriptions written by physicians licensed from the state of Texas." Finn regularly receives letters from inmates detailing their lack of care at the jail. He also regularly visits the jail, talks to employees who work there and hears a never-ending parade of families detail how their loved ones are languishing in the custody of the county. "If you have a loved one at the jail and they're sick, you have to make it a full-time job to keep them alive." -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- UTMB's predecessor, Dallas County Health and Human Services, fared no better at providing care, particularly to the mentally ill. In 2002, the Morning News and WFAA-TV investigated the jail's health care practices and uncovered cases where suicidal inmates were punished by being stripped of their clothes and left naked in their cells, sometimes without their medication. The report included one inmate who gouged his eye out, stomped on it and tried to flush it down the toilet. The medical staff's solution to the inmate's troubles was to wrap mitts around his hands so he wouldn't hurt himself. WFAA also caught Rita Moss, the jail's medical director for the mental health staff, regularly leaving work early in her Mercedes, presumably to attend to her second job running a private psychiatric practice. Jim Pruitt, a Rockwall attorney who served as a Dallas County criminal judge from 1995-2003, tells the Observer that making sure that inmates appearing before him were receiving their prescribed medication demanded his constant attention. One staffer, the ex-judge says, went so far as to alter medical records to document that a particular inmate had been given his prescribed medication when he hadn't. That staffer was later fired. Other employees would document that inmates refused medication, simply because they were sleeping; it was too much trouble to wake them up. Asked why the county's medical staff continually failed to make sure inmates received the drugs they needed, Pruitt replied with the frankness befitting a former judge. "They were damn lazy." County Criminal Court Judge Lisa Fox, who took the bench in May 2002, says that she still regularly sees defendants in her court who have gone without their medications for weeks. At least three times she's had to call the jail from her bench to make sure that the medical staff attends to an ailing defendant immediately. "I think they need to take the time in the beginning to make sure inmates are on their medication rather than wait two to three weeks," Fox says. A few months ago, she had a defendant in her court with a hideous staph infection on his leg. She ordered him to be taken to Parkland Hospital immediately. "It's going to take a major overhaul," she says on what lies ahead for the Dallas County jail system. Attorney David Finn, who helped the families of James Mims and Mark McLeod prepare lawsuits against the county, first became aware of the problems at the jail when he was a criminal court judge. He said that when he sat on the bench, he regularly saw mentally ill inmates who clearly were not receiving their meds. They'd be declared incompetent for trial, be sent to Terrell and stabilized, only to return to jail and not be given their medication, even when the hospital staff gave the county jail a two-week supply. "Hundreds of thousands of dollars in meds are just getting flushed down the toilet," he says. "I could see if maybe a family brings them in and the jail doesn't trust them. But we're talking about prescriptions written by physicians licensed from the state of Texas." Finn regularly receives letters from inmates detailing their lack of care at the jail. He also regularly visits the jail, talks to employees who work there and hears a never-ending parade of families detail how their loved ones are languishing in the custody of the county. "If you have a loved one at the jail and they're sick, you have to make it a full-time job to keep them alive." -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- That's exactly how Donald and Shirley Scott felt as they watched their son nearly lose his life at the jail last year. Arrested on aggravated robbery charges in March 2004, Michael Scott has dealt with asthma since he was a child, but he had the ailment under control while he was at home. During his first few months at the jail, Scott fared as well as anyone could behind bars, but by July, his asthma flared up. Every day he called his parents, saying that he was having trouble breathing. The guards, he added, weren't taking him seriously. So Scott's parents called the jail's infirmary, and the nurses gave him the standard treatment for asthmatics. But the Scotts say that the jail's treatment plan did not relieve any of his symptoms. On August 2, he was rushed by ambulance to Parkland after he again had trouble breathing. He was stabilized and returned to the jail. On September 3, he once again struggled to breathe. He was taken to Parkland a second time, and his doctors prescribed him a new regimen of drugs to strengthen his lungs, but his parents say that when he returned to the jail, he was only given a standard inhaler, which is for someone with mild asthma. Their son's condition became much worse. Parkland and UTMB officials acknowledge that they each have different lists of preferred drugs and that sometimes this discrepancy creates a conflict. When Parkland takes over managing medical care at the jail later this year, it should be a lot easier to coordinate care. But that's of little consolation to the Scotts. They say that when their son returned to the jail after his first three trips to Parkland, he didn't improve. His inhaler was providing little relief. On the morning of September 14, 2004, he called his dad after a sleepless night and said he couldn't breathe. His heart was beating rapidly. That day he was sent to Parkland and doctors hooked him up to a respirator. When his parents arrived at the hospital, they were stunned to see their son connected to a series of tubes, his eyes closed and his once-lean body puffed up and bloated. "The doctors couldn't guarantee us he was going to live," says Donald Scott, from his home in Arlington. Scott's parents provided the Observer with Parkland records that show that he spent 10 days at the hospital, September 14 to 24. The records also show that he made six other visits to Parkland from August to November of 2004. For nearly a week, Scott was on life support. They also had photographs of their son attached to a respirator. "The doctor told us the bill he accumulated in intensive care was a lot more expensive to the county than the medication he should have been getting," Donald Scott says. And yet, he says that when his son returned to the jail, he still was not receiving his prescribed medication. Michael Scott would tell his dad during their regular phone calls that he still was having trouble breathing. Finally, he went back to Parkland in a scheduled outpatient appointment and a pulmonologist took it upon herself to make sure that Scott received the exact round of drugs that he needed. The 21-year-old, who would later plead guilty to aggravated robbery charges, never had any problems receiving his medication during the rest of his stay at Dallas County. Still, Shirley Scott says that after her son went on life support, his speech was slurred for months. He had trouble walking for weeks and doctors say that he could be at risk for memory loss. His parents say that even today, nearly a year after he fell sick, he seems to talk more slowly. Jerry Wayne Mooney may also never be the same after his three years at the jail that seemed to bring out the worst in the guards and medical staff. (See "We Hate Your Guts," July 28, 2005). After a shootout with Irving police, Mooney spent a month at Parkland, recovering from nearly a dozen bullet wounds. The gunshots left Mooney's abdominal muscles shredded, allowing his intestines to push into his belly and form a sac of wrinkled gray skin that flopped over his waist. Doctors also performed a colostomy and later in his discharge instructions stated that nurses needed to change his colostomy bags regularly. When he was discharged into the jail, he was placed in solitary confinement, supposedly for his own protection since he had to carry his colostomy bag. But Mooney and his family say that he spent 62 days in solitary confinement, and nurses failed to change his bags for as long as 11 days. "I was put in solitary confinement and left to rot," Mooney says. "They didn't change my bandages, and I got a staph infection for five weeks before they did anything about it." Even worse, Mooney got a hernia stemming from his stomach surgery, and the jail's medical staff failed to provide him with abdominal support binders. As a result, his family says, the hernia gradually continued to grow and now looks like a bowling ball striking a bedsheet. Doctors at Parkland initially thought they could correct his distended abdomen, but the jail staff failed to bring him to a scheduled surgery last year, after a computer error inexplicably released him from jail. His family believes that when Mooney later returned to Lew Sterrett, he was handed a new booking number which caused him to be lost in the computer system when the date came for him to be brought to Parkland. As Mooney was awaiting trial on his charges, his family and his attorneys had to press the jail staff constantly to make sure he wasn't falling through the facility's considerable cracks. One of his two lawyers, Tona Trollinger, says they needed five separate court orders to ensure that he was receiving his medication, among other basic health care needs. She continually called the jail to make sure they gave him colostomy bags and that he was taken to his scheduled appointments at Parkland. "The quality of care is abysmal," says Trollinger, a former law professor. "They knew that his attorneys were watching him, and they still haven't been giving him quality medical care. They don't give him colostomy bags; the administration of the medication is erratic; they don't allow him to see a doctor when he asks." Trollinger says the guards have been especially disappointing, complaining whenever they're asked to check up on Mooney. Today, after being incarcerated at the jail for three years, he says that were it not for his attorneys and his family hounding the jail staff, "he would have been left for dead." Scott Williams says he would have faced the same fate were it not for a criminal court judge. In February, he ended up at the jail after being arrested for DUI. Thanks to a failed tracking system that prompted more embarrassing headlines for the jail, Williams stayed there for a week, unaccounted for by a malfunctioning computer program. The Dallas Morning News ran a front-page story on Williams and other inmates who languished in the jail for days and weeks after the facility's new computer program failed to keep tabs on inmates. Being a family paper, the Morning News did not detail the conditions of the jail as recalled by Williams and other inmates. Williams says that inmates wrote their names in shit on the walls, and a water fountain was the waste receptacle of choice for one inmate with diarrhea. "There was shit on the toilets. When I'm talking shit, I'm talking an inch of shit," he says. "I just squatted over it and pushed and tried to aim as best I could." Williams says that because he wasn't eating sandwiches provided to him, he was forced to strip naked and move to a suicide cell. He shivered for 12 hours, lying on the floor without a blanket, trying to avoid shattered glass on the floor of his cell. Because he hadn't been receiving his medicine for depression and anxiety, he suffered through an agonizing withdrawal. At night, he'd hear inmates who weren't receiving their prescribed drugs bang noisily on their cells in protest. "I was in hell, buddy," says Williams, who, on top of it all, is HIV-positive. Fortunately for Williams, when he appeared before Criminal Court Judge Lisa Fox, she could tell he had been to hell and back, and she gave him a personal recognizance bond that should have released him immediately. Other defendants who had been neglected have come into her court, and lawyers and advocates alike have credited her for making sure the defendants receive care if they need it. "[Williams] wasn't getting his medication," she says. "I believed he was suffering and that he didn't need to be in jail." Fox says that even though the personal recognizance bond should have had Williams out of the jail immediately in the custody of his mother, he wound up staying an extra day. That's because Williams says he showed a guard a pink slip of paper that said he was to be released in the custody of his mother, but the guard wasn't impressed. "'Fuck Judge Fox; she didn't call my mama, so why the fuck should I give a shit what she says?'" Williams says the guard told him. A few months later, Williams and his partner were at their Turtle Creek apartment watching a show on the History Channel about concentration camps. Williams instantly compared what he saw to his own experiences at Dallas County. Still overwhelmed by what he endured, he became agitated and turned to his partner and said, "I would have rather been there." David Finn Read more!

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Abhi, whose new nickname should maybe be Unbreakable , posted on Holi at SM, and the last part of his post reminded me of an infamous story in my family. I can't believe I'm even writing it, and I'm not even sure anyone will find it as hilarious as my family does. It's not out of the ordinary when Holi is celebrated in India for bhang to be consumed. It's also not out of the ordinary for my family to make requests of other family members for various things when one is travelling to India. How these two intersect follows... K mami was going to India about 15 years ago, planning to return close to the start of Holi. With a 2-year old and a 5-year old in tow, she's going there alone. Now, this might translate to sympathy from your families, but in my family it means only one thing- since the kids were traveling with her, baggage allowances went up significantly. And so, everyone starts placing their orders (keep in mind, this is 15 years ago, when you couldn't simply access most Indian goods by taking a quick drive to your nearest Little India). So ... her brother-in-law, V mama , puts in his request, asks her to get him some of that stuff that goes into bhang . She puts it on the list, describes it exactly that way when she seeks it out in India. So there she is, waiting in the customs line at Logan, carting along two rather young kids, bags filled to the point of bursting, and the customs inspector decides that her bags should be inspected. Even though she's annoyed that she will probably have a heck of a time re-packing these bags, she complies without much of a fuss. The inspector does his thing, until he comes to a bag of dried leaves. "What's this?" he asks. At first, K mami doesn't really know what to say. She shrugs it off, which probably makes her look ridiculously suspect to the inspector. So he asks, "Who asked you to bring this?" Now, K mami 's normal nervous energy has been eclipsed by full-on anxiety and she decides it's time to zip her lips. She just says that the bag is stuff that goes into bhang . The inspector calls over another official, and next thing you know, my mami is sitting in an interrogation room, getting ready to look at the wrong side of a jail cell . This is particularly crazy when you consider that my mami doesn't even break 55 on the highway for fear of getting a ticket. She's just petrified and confused. The two kids have been escorted to their dad, M mama . Mass confusion abounds. M mama has no idea why his wife is in trouble, and his wife is similarly baffled, but neither of them can see each other. After a melee of madness in our family that lasts for 30 minutes or so, V mama finally comes clean that maybe , just maybe that stuff that goes into bhang is an illegal substance. Um... yeah. At this point, the moment shifts into sharp focus for me. I'm young, my brother's sitting next to me, we're all together as a family trying to figure out what's going on. And then V mama says bhang has "merri-ju-wanna" in it. At this point, my brother and I lose our sh**. We're equal parts terrified for my mami and cracking up hysterically. All the adults in the room look at us like we're a pair of idiots... but it turns out, we're the only ones that recognize what has happened. Let's just say, after that, V mama was not allowed to request anything from family members traveling to India. I have another, sweeter wacky-tobacky-related memory, but I'll have to post that a little later. The alien who is trying to burst out of my head has still not succeeded, and my efforts to drown him with water, drugs, and alcohol have all failed.

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So, Shmolee and I have been communing with his penis. I told him its name a few days ago. "Penis" This was while I was changing his diaper. He was touching his genitals. I took that opportunity to explain that the correct word for his play toy is "Penis." He smiled and touched some more. We've got a whole song, now. "Shmolee's got a penis . He's got a penis . Where's his penis ? Shmolee's got a penis ." He really likes that song. He giggles right through it. We've told Papi Shmolee's new word, while Shmolee motioned through his diaper in the direction of his genitals. We also told my father, his nana, so that he's not tempted to give Shmolee any names for his penis. Shmolee gestured in the direction of his genitals and everybody laughed with delight...including Shmolee. It's so weird. I've been prepping myself to deal with penis related emergencies and natural occurances that could occur anywhere over the next 20 years. So, we've apprised Shmolee of the proper name. check. This will enable him to refer to it, I hope with pride, not with shame, labelling it with names such as "my thing", "my booder" or "it...down...unh...there" or "my biz ness". I'm thinking about how to do what I did with Stinkapee so as to offer her a feeling of delight about her genitals. I want to offer Shmolee the opportunity and encouragement to become best friends with his " thing "...no, just kidding, with his penis . :) I realize that in a patriarchally dominated world I'm walking a very fine line. I don't want to go too far in one direction and end up with one of those repulsive - "I've got to spread my legs wide so you remember I have a penis, even if the bus is full and the only seat left would have been next to me...if my penis wasn't taking up the seat I'm in and half a seat on either side...it's got an entourage" - sort of men. I don't want him to have a big penis head where his whole identity is informed by the size of his erect penis, by whether ever single woman he encounters is enamoured with his potentially erect penis or by whether every man is enamoured or feeling jealous of his basket. I want his brain to consist of grey matter and to have it reside in his cranium. I don't want his thought processes to be directed from a location much farther south and be grounded in blood engorged erectile tissue. I'd like Shmolee to have a healthy understanding of himself, his boundaries, his emotions and his life goals which will, I hope, mediate and direct his sexuality in ways that will mean he isn't stunted by a simpleton's focus on the penis as conflated with the self. I'm also prepping for actual nocturnal emissions... Papi and I have giggled over Shmolee's middle of the night baby erections. I was like: "Papi, look! His penis is hard!" Papi was like: "Well, yeah, they do that at night." I recounted the story of my first cat Rosehip being a little kitten who I realized was licking his own erect penis while sitting next to me one evening. Lesbian separatist, no male creatures in the house, in complete denial about male kitty, disassociated from his penis, called the vet the next day to get him "fixed". No spurtings and sprayings wanted. I have a boy child. I am not traumatized by having a boy child. I've promised Papi that I am not mortified at the sight of little Shmolee's penis and that I have no plans to call the vet. :) Tonight I was surfing as Shmolee pushed his enclosure around the living room...he's got this giant plastic collapsible, hinged wall enclosure that came from the states via a craigslister. He pushes it aound and repositions it at will. He gets mobility and I know he's still contained...mama has control issues. :) So, I was traveling through the blog world and found a piece of writing about the penis, its care, the ills of circumcision and the wonderful, wonderful flippy, flappy foreskin. I realized that I have so much reading and research to do. I breathed a sigh of relief about the foreskin thing. Shmolee still has his. I've seen some blogland exchanges between mamas where the ones who've circumcised were doing this: "You and your anti-circumcision stance are oppressing me and causing me to feel like I'm stupid and made a damaging decision...I can't listen to all the negative circumsicion conversations because I've been told what to do all my life and I'm grown now and I can make my own decisions and I decided to circumcize and if you don't like it, you're just mean, trying to dominate me and make me feel really bad about myself." And I think to myself, Wow! No wonder I feel so isolated in blogland...and real time. So many of the conversations take place at such a completely simple level. We're completely inundated by information and still there are so many who stick their heads in the sand when confronted with the information and with the possibility that although they tried their best and although they obviously love their children , they didn't actually make a decision, they followed what has always been done and what has been done for eons is being unpacked and redefined as potentially harmful in a host of ways no one had previously imagined. You do realize that there is a difference between doing what's expected and making a decision , don't you? In one case you just do what's been demonstrated, passed down to you experientially based on what your mother did and what her mother did and what her mother did. Simply let the cards fall where they may. No thought involved. It's like moving through life using cruise control. Now, making a decision... would involve doing the research presented by all parties, seeing the videos and the photos, comparing the data, reflecting on the voices of different parties involved, checking to see how grown men who have ben circumcized feel about it, running practice simulations that can help you see what the future could look like if you make this or that decision...then choosing from a place of having really turned it over. From a place where a woman has examined all angles, researched, compared, contrasted and analyzed, she wouldn't have to be angry, defensive or silencing of those who are trying to do the work of creating space for conversation and educating populations in blogland and real time. A mama who had done her work and who was confident in the choice she made would support the dissemination of information that might help other wimmin make their own choices. Besides... Where would we be as wimmin, if, we as a collective just kept making the same sorts of backwards choices in the areas where we (... unh , check that north amerkkkan urban western northern darkie colonized low level settler girl...) some of us, not even close to enough of us now enjoy such improvements in quality of life (...at the expense of those who can't get access)? What if, when confronted with facts dug up by first wave or second wave feminists, there was no surge of consciousness, just a bunch of ignorantly obstinate wimmin telling the wimmin who brought new data: "Don't you boss me around! You're not the boss of me! If I want to wear a whale bone corset to bed, I damn well will. If I want to trip on valium and make vichyssoise for my husband's boss instead of cussing my husband for bringing home an unexpected guest, it's my choice! Fuck you! If I want to wear the bloody same tampon for eight months straight I will and coat hangers worked fine for my grandmother! Why not for me? And lay off about those five gin and tonics, already! I'm only seven months along. God! I really can't stand people who think the sun shines out of their asses. So fucking arrogant and judgemental. If I want their advice, I'll damn well ask for it. Try to tell a woman what she can or can't do . I'm all grown up now, Sister. I make my own decisions. Thank you very muchly." I can't count how many times I've read wimmin referring to other wimmin who are attempting to do pointed, exploratory, experience based critiques incorporating as much available information as they could find and synthesizing it all into some blog post or another be totally fire bombed by wimmin who don't feel comfortable with anything outside certain socially validated norms. They talk about feeling judged and being made to feel guilty. Their language, designed to make them out to be the victims of whoever is doing their own work and offering insight, is so loaded. Constructing their sad little arguments out of bits and pieces of the gutted political without any analysis, without locating systems of power, domination and( true) control, these wimmin utilize wordings once used to broaden, challenge and push various envelopes to scale back exploration, push back inquiry and stymie the efforts of wimmin trying to feel their way towards new levels of resistance. So for example: Without a politicized critique of power, domination and control which locates all that we do and experience inside interlocked systems of domination, it's fairly easy for a woman who has never interrogated her belief in the efficacy of hospital births and the supreme knowledge of doctors to cast wimmin who are attempting to hold, share and protect the old birthing ways from a medical establishment primarily about the bottom line, as terrorists who humiliate, harass and undermine the right work of well meaning doctors and nurses. Thus, the purposeful, aggressive, unethical and dangerous encroachment of the hospital corp into uncomplicated, every day birth events is magically transformed into a heroic project completely about the preservation of the rights and decisions of wimmin, recast as something that needs protection from overzealous homebirthers, quack midwives and rude doulas who just don't respect the range of a woman's choices. The feminists, critical politicos, activists and intelligent woc radical feminists didn't write their books so we could decorate the spaces between the candles, vases and other knick knacks on our bookshelves and catch dust particles. Make the links between what you've read and your day to day. Without an anchoring in an understanding of the workings of the powerful few who seek systemic control over the many ofttimes by blocking sources of information, wimmin who voice or write out questions about the nature of our lives and the decisions we make, often end up being seen as out of order. We are wrong to ask questions that some (possesssing or craving privilege) don't want asked. We are wrong to attempt to offer new perspectives or minority reports. Why are we in the wrong? Why, because we're arrogant to believe that our opinions are so important. And that's because in a power based, dichotomous society where things are constructed as either/or, there is no room for more than one opinion to flourish. Of course we pay pluralistic lip service to this concept. But the benevolent, "open" surface seeming shatters in those moments when wimmin who do not hold the opinions of the many , or whose opinions do not line up with what we've been taught, or with what the other SAHMs, homebirthers, radicals, feminists believe, struggle to find another way or to chart a different course, we are constructed as acting like we're better than the other wimmin. And why is that? Because we're arrogant and judgemental bitches. And how do the other wimmin know we're arrogant, judgemental bitches in need of a deep, deep dose of self critique applied anally without any lube? Well, that's because a woman, dominated under the patriarchy, suitably controlled would never, ever trust her own instincts and inner voices so fully , never hold such a deep belief in any views running counter to what she's been taught, never be willing to take the risk to speak and write difference openly, courageously on her own behalf and proudly disseminate her ideas unless she was supremely arrogant, thought of herself as better than other wimmin and wanted to demonstrate exactly how judgmental she really was. She'd have to be completely infested with hubris, definitely needing to be taken down a notch or two...for thinking of her beliefs or views as hugely important and useful. Every body knows: Women stick together . The seeming, the appearance of well being of the group of of supreme importance. That's what we've been taught. Don't make the right choice. What's "right" anyways ? Make the most popular , most comfortable , least offensive choice. Remember, wimmin smooth things over and hold even horrific situations together. :) We don't hurt each other's feelings. And if deviating from the path, asking questions, posing challenges or offering our ideas creates a rift among us or upsets someone whose brain never had to work a day in the life of its human host, then the offending woman must quickly scale back her ideas, dumb herself down, down , down , bite her nails to the quick, try and be courteous when the posse comes to teach her a lesson and thank herself lucky that she is able to humiliate...no, to disembowel herself publicly by critiquing and divesting herself of the ideas that might have given her a chance to save her own life in the hopes that this will make the girls like her again. Because we like to be a fucking sheep, members of a herd who simply follow along, never deviating, never plotting a new path, never stirring up trouble or upsetting anyone. SNARL ! I was rolling along with Shmolee this morning, dropping Stinkapee off to school when I recapped how many times I've experienced this silencing technique in blogland, how many times I've seen it play out only with souls much more gentle and indirect in their self expression who have been completely slashed under the guise that they were harming other wimmin by offering insights that broke particular silences and took risks that others might not have been willing to take. Funny how the collective finds its cohesion, its power by making sure to bell curve consciousness, personal power, courage and analysis. Don't want to step too far outside where the majority of wimmin can travel. You will be attacked, constructed as an egomaniacal, dominating bitch and forced back into line. End that fucking program pu LEEZ ... But I sort of digressed... All this to say... The conversation about circumcision is about more than whether our parents or our ex husbands or our mother in laws or fellow bloggers or the government or whotha fuck ever is always telling us what to do. If you feel broken, bossed and bowed...if you want to feel more empowered, don't be a simpleton about it. There are better ways to demonstrate your brand spanking new and improved emancipated powerhouse status than by carving up your son's penis. :) Don't you think when he gets older he might also want to empower himself and make powerful choices about where he puts his foreskin or what comes into contact with it? Saving yourself from the collective oppression of wimmin doesn't have to be twisted into sacrificing the little baby foreskins to patriarchy instead. No innocent blood for freedom, please. Here's a novel concept: I think it's possible for wimmin to resist being told what to do, being criticized...by those who actually dominate us and make critically sound decisions. Empowering ourselves and coming into our power means making choices that offer us more options not less , incorporates more data and encourages us to be accountable and conscious of even the not particularly savvy decisions we've made. I keep thinking about Ophelia and what she talked about when she saw my homebirthing videos..the ones I was using to prep myself and Stinkapee? She had caesareans and when she saw what the wimmin were doing, the breathing, the calm, the home environments, she was honest, intelligent and strong enough to just admit that she didn't know that those sorts of births were possible. She did react with obstinate ignorance spouting something like: "Well, if I had the choice to do it all again, I would do the exact same thing. I'm not ashamed of what I did. I made a solid decision and I would do it again!" No, to the contrary it was clear from what she said that if she had known and had been offered the information, she would have at least attempted to make different choices. She was up front and unashamed about that admission. I appreciated her being clear enough to not go into defensive reaction. So, anyways... I'm learning about the foreskin, the rest of the penis and care of the penis. Penis , penis , Shmolee has a penis ! if what you're reading here grips you, holds you, fascinates you, provokes you, emboldens you, pushes you, galvanizes you, discomfits you, tickles you, enrages you so much that you find yourself returning again and again...then link me. cheap Office Enterprise 2007 Cheap Borland Cheap AutoCAD 2005 Cheap Software

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