Last week my stepson, Alex, called from college to ask me to help him edit a paper for his freshman colloquium class. Alex attends a tiny liberal arts college in Ohio that has some very creative approaches to freshman colloquium; instead of everybody having to read the same material written by the same dead white guys, students learn critical thinking and writing skills by selecting colloquia with different themes. The one Alex chose is titled, “Money, Sex, and Conspiracy Theories.” At the beginning of the term, he told us he was working on a project about aliens. We worried that he might come home for Christmas break not only with newfound critical thinking abilities, but also possibly a tinfoil hat and a paranoid streak. So it was with some trepidation that I opened his email.
I’ve been editing all three kids’ homework forever — or at least since they figured out I’m a bigger grammar nerd than their dad. (Edit: Grammar blows, says Skip.) It’s neat, because I get to watch their writing develop; they’ve all come a long way since the days when our arguments used to be about why they couldn’t decide to spell words whatever way they felt like spelling them in the moment. (Now our arguments are about, you know, arguments.) Alex still misplaces capital letters occasionally, but he’s become a competent, clear, thorough writer. And I was especially pleased to see that the paper he wanted me to edit was not, in fact, about aliens; it was about class. (That’s my kid!)
Specifically it was about the possibility that the levees in New Orleans were deliberately sabotaged before Hurricane Katrina, in order to obliterate public housing projects and drive poor people out of the city. Alex spent last year as a full time Americorps volunteer (reprise: that’s my kid!), and he worked on flood restoration in both Iowa and New Orleans. He “witnessed the devastation first hand, three and a half years after the fact” (and I quote). In his paper, he weighs the evidence for and against conspiracy: he cites the 1927 flood in which the government of New Orleans blew up the levees and destroyed the homes of the rural poor in order to divert the water from the wealthy part of town; he notes that the Bush administration repeatedly denied the Army Corps of Engineers the funds to repair the levees, and he catalogues the bungled reconstruction efforts, the delays, the moldy trailers, all the people who never returned. I thought he made a pretty good case for a conspiracy — not that I’m biased or anything. But there was this one sentence in his paper I kept thinking about, even after I had inserted all the missing commas and capitalized all the proper nouns and emailed it back to him.
This was the sentence: “Still, it is undeniable that simply due to the geography of the city the poor areas are the most likely to flood.”
Didn’t Lao Tzu say something like that? What was it? Oh yeah: “the highest good is like water…it flows in the places men reject, and so is like the Tao”. Ursula LeGuin, my favorite writer, translates that passage like this: “Water’s good/ for everything./It doesn’t compete./ It goes right to the low loathsome places, / and so finds the way.”
OK, so sometimes water ISN’T good for everything. But it does go for the low places, the places men reject, that’s for sure. Water’s reliable that way.
Which leads me, of course, to the FPD.
I’m sure some people are wondering why the CAN channel is suddenly broadcasting all-FPD, all the time. What happened? Didn’t CAN just have a Board meeting, where the Board worked on all kinds of other stuff? Don’t we all have enough to do already? What’s up?
Let me tell you about another phone call I got awhile ago, asking me to do something. Not from my kids. Not about a paper.
Ever since I started making a nuisance of myself on a national level, I’ve been getting calls from disaffected acupuncturists who nobody else will listen to, who want me to understand them, who have theories — conspiracy theories — about what is going on in our little profession. Some of these calls were X-Files-esque: people who wouldn’t leave their number, people who wouldn’t tell me their last names, people I’d never met who called me up at home and whispered into the phone about dirt they knew about organizations with “AOM” somewhere in their names. I am not making this up. It used to freak me out. (For any of those X-Files callers who are reading this, I mean no disrespect; you didn’t know about each other, I’m sure, or that you were part of a moderately unnerving trend in my life there for a while.)I realized that mostly these people didn’t need me to do anything, they just needed someone to hear them out.
A few weeks ago, I got a call from somebody high up in one of what I think of as “the alphabet organizations”. Here’s the summary of the conversation: Hi Lisa, love your work! Did you know that they’re trying to push the FPD through again, under the radar? No? We thought maybe you didn’t, that’s why I’m calling. You were so successful at organizing against it last time, can you do that again? Not everybody in (alphabet organizations) is for it, but we can’t say anything in public. Lots of people think it would be terrible for the profession, but we have careers to protect. Oh, and all those current practitioners who think they’re going to be grandfathered in? They won’t be. Nobody’s getting grandfathered in to anything. No, I won’t talk to anybody else about this. This conversation is off the record. This conversation never happened. I don’t know you. You’ve got a month and a half, so get busy, OK? Did I mention I love your work? Bye now!
The real hero of this story, or maybe the martyr, is Skip, who didn’t get any sleep that night because he had to listen to me seethe. (Edit: she’s a real loud seether. –Skip)
Here’s the thing about conspiracy theories; they get your attention. They’re sexy — I, for example, have my very own Deep Throat! (Now, THAT’S what I went into acupuncture for!) Spies, machinations, subterfuge, intrigue — it’s all, well, intriguing. One of my friends, as I was seething to her the next day, said, is somebody going to make a movie about this? But as mad as it all makes me, I think all of that is not, actually, the important part. The important part is what Alex wrote about geography and how the poor areas are the most likely to flood.
If you really want to exclude certain kinds of people, you don’t have to have a conspiracy. If you really want to get rid of certain kinds of people, you don’t need to hang up a sign that says, YOU ARE NOT WANTED. You don’t have to hatch a fiendish plan. You don’t have to make back room deals between alphabet organizations.
All you have to do is make things expensive.
And then make them more expensive.
And the water and the geography will take care of the rest.
You can claim that you’re not political. You can be high-minded and refrain from judging other people’s choices. You can say you don’t want to take sides, that you can see everybody’s point of view. You can even say you’re all about peace, you don’t want any drama. You can say whatever you want, and it doesn’t matter; as long as you make something expensive, the exclusion will happen naturally, without you having to give it any attention at all. In fact, it’s even more effective that way.
That’s how privilege works. You can say you didn’t do anything, you didn’t know, you didn’t mean any harm. And you didn’t, you really didn’t. But still, when you look around, there are somehow no poor people in your way, no people of color in your space, nobody who inconveniently wants access to the good things you’ve got. How did that happen? Privilege means you never have to know.
Acupuncture education is a good thing. Nobody seems to know just how it got so expensive. Or so white. That’s just what happens naturally, isn’t it, as something becomes “mainstream”? It’s just the water and the geography, doing their thing.
We do realize, here at CAN, that we are doing some other people’s dirty work on the FPD. But since we live down in the low loathsome places, we don’t mind getting dirty. We know what it means for something like an entry level degree to become more expensive. It’s simple: it means, keep out. This whole thing, with or without conspiracies, isn’t complicated. Some people who already have privilege want more of it, and the people who will suffer because of that are the people that the privileged ones can’t even see. Because that’s how it works. You don’t need a tinfoil hat to tell which way the water goes.
somehow I knew this one was gonna get around to the FPD…
thanks, especially for this paragraph: “That’s how privilege works. You can say you didn’t do anything, you didn’t know, you didn’t mean any harm. And you didn’t, you really didn’t. But still, when you look around, there are somehow no poor people in your way, no people of color in your space, nobody who inconveniently wants access to the good things you’ve got. How did that happen? Privilege means you never have to know.” In addition to the FPD, I have been obsessing about uma’s school options for next year. One of the schools has a maximum financial aid potential of 30%, the other has a maximum of 90%. They both cost the same amount of money (a lot). Guess which one is way more white and heteronormative? The one with the token “diversity committee.”
Well, Lisa, are you gonna spill the beans? Who’s your mole in the organization with lots of letters? Care to share who is asking you to help fight the battle they are too chicken to take on their self?
I promise I won’t tell.
Circle Community Acupuncture
This is how the world works.
Thanks for being so clear about it, Lisa. Sometimes I think there is malice in the mix and sometimes it’s just ignorance. The result is the same.
I crossed my heart
or maybe it was my liver…can’t tell. Thanks, everybody, for your comments.
I went to the reconstructed 9th ward levee wall on July 4, 2006, the summer after Katrina. I remember people telling second hand accounts of people hearing a big bang like an explosion before the deluge. I spent considerable time thinking about this: “Was there really a conspiracy?” Or was it simple negligence on the part of the Army Corp’s maintenance of the MRGO waterway. Just late last week, a federal judge ruled the latter, opening the door for billions of dollars in further lawsuits: https://www.nola.com/hurricane/index.ssf/2009/11/post_16.html (as if that will end the speculation…)
And what about the trade towers and the 911 Truth campaign?
Not to dismiss the importance of finding the truth in these tragedies, but you are absolutely right. We can waste a lot of time and energy on investigating conspiracy theories when a wider oppression happens unseen by most.
I’m not talking about back room deals in global centers of power between tyrants, terrorists, government officials (elected or appointed), and lobbyists, though that is part of it. Even more basic is the individual and collective acts of ordinary people who – though they publicly profess a belief in general ideals like democracy, equality, justice, etc., consistently demonstrate their implicit acceptance that the dollar is the ultimate arbiter in the workings of human society.
So many layers of ignorance to remove. Actively working for the underserved and oppressed helps us to remove those fetters which blind us. It’s not always pretty or glamorous work – sending emails to colleagues who reply saying maybe the FPD is a good idea. Or, walking through the muck of the ninth ward in New Orleans. But with the right motivation, it leads us to the truth which liberates us and empowers us to help others.
Thanks for writing Lisa.
well, Lisa, you may not want to tell us, but I couldn’t help but notice that BENJAMIN DIERAUF , the California FPD panderer-in-chief, has joined our facebook FPD opposition page!!
Is he the deepthroater! ??? Tell us, tell us, tell us! It is so brave of him to join the FPD page if he is. Why else would he join a group of people opposing the FPD, seeing how he has written tomes in support of the thing? It must have been so hard for him to have to write volumes in favor of the FPD, while deep down inside, he knew that it wasn’t what he wanted.
The poor, poor thing.
Rest easy, Big Ben. We accept you. If you are the deepthroater, that is.
Besides signing the Facebook petition and petitioning in our clinics, what more can we do. Should we be calling the “alaphabet commitees”? Actually, some of them don’t take phone calls. Should we jam up their fax machines?
I sent an email to you and Sam this weekend through the CAN website. If you didn’t find it yet, please email me: firstname.lastname@example.org
Will somebody please make me a tinfoil hat
I think I need one. I thought the acu-establishment couldn’t get any weirder, and now it has. Damn.
tin foil hats…
is that a kiiko matsumoto style technique, where you wrap your head in tin foil, attach ion cords and spark with patchi?
Very good post, thanks a lot.
Very good post, thanks a lot.