Saturday, December 31, 2011

Wishing You a Happy and Prosperous 2012

There is no doubt many of us are more than happy to say good riddance to 2011. It has been a rough year throughout the world.

Yet, even in 2011, most of us had much to be thankful for. One thing I'm very thankful for is all the fellow bloggers who have been so willing to help me learn the ins and outs of blogging. When I started blogging, I never dreamed that I would meet fellow bloggers who would be so helpful and willing to share their knowledge and offer their help in promoting my blogs. As an older guy who is self taught in using a computer, it is not second nature to me. It hasn't been too long since I didn't even know what a blog was.

Another thing I'm very thankful for is all of you who have read my blog and found it helpful or supportive of your sexuality. Frankly, when I started blogging, I expected to get a lot of hate mail since the message I offer is usually one many find controversial. I do, in fact, get hate mail; but it is only a small percentage of my mail. By far most of my mail is from those of you who find my blog helpful even if you don't totally agree with my thinking. Actually, that is the purpose of the blog - to help people think about their own situation and find their own answers.

I hope 2012 is a great year for all of you. I hope it is a year in which you find happiness, prosperity and answers to the questions that have bedeviled you leading you to peace of mind and self acceptance.

Jack Scott

Friday, December 30, 2011

Thank God for Fools

The following article was posted in this morning's "Houston Post." I felt it was too good not to pass along.

I have too long been aware of  the (so called) "reverend fred phelps" and his (so called) "westboro baptist church" in Kansas. The actions of this man and his family have made me, a life long Christian, embarrassed to claim the description, but I have to admit I had never once thought of him as contributing anything good to the country or to anyone in it. However, I think Mr. Loewy may be onto something with his theory. I was raised as a Christian and all my life I have been reminded that God uses each of us for his purpose. He prefers to use our good acts for his purpose, but if he must he will use our bad acts for his purpose too. The (so called) "reverend phelps" is no doubt the epitome of a bad example of a Christian.

As anyone who reads my blog knows, although I consider myself a Christian, I have little in common with fundamental or evangelical Christians. Generally instead of spreading the Gospel of Christ to the world as Christians are supposed to do, they have perverted the Gospel and turned what is supposed to be the Good News of redemption for all of us into a false message of judgement and damnation.

The "reverend phelps" has become so vociferous in his message of hate, judgement and message of damnation that he has actually alienated and embarrassed even the fundamentalist and the evangelicals. He has forced them to step back and proclaim their rejections of both his message and his tactics.

Phelps has called attention to a long standing problem for the fundamentalists in his use of Romans 9:13 to proclaim God as a hater, for in the very same book in Chapter 8:35-39 is the proclamation that nothing can separate us from the love of God. Obviously, both of these verses cannot be the literal truth and fundamentalists make a great deal of the supposed fact that the Bible is without error and without contradiction. It simply is not so, and any thinking person sees contradictions throughout the Bible.

As a Christian who sees plenty of hate and condemnation in the world, I fail to see any need at all for a religious philosophy that only talks about more hate and more damnation. If God is not a God of unconditional love, I have no need of him. I certainly have no need of the "reverend phelps" of the world.

Sometimes, my own belief in the unconditionality of God's love is inconvenient; for that belief means that God loves the reverend phelps as much as he loves anyone else. But love him or not, I can't see a loving God allowing a hater such as phelps to enter into the Kingdom of God. That's a problem for God to work out, not me. But I think the "reverend phelps" may have to spend a few thousand years in some kind of remedial Hell contemplating his sins and his hate and making amends to all those he has hated, scorned and saddened.

Jack Scott
(I added the photos to Mr. Loewy's article below.)


A Stupid Enemy Can Be Best Friend 
By ARNOLD H. LOEWY 
Almost a century ago, Woodrow Wilson famously said: "I have always been among those who believed that the greatest freedom of speech was the greatest safety, because if a man be a fool, the best thing to do is to encourage him to advertise that fact by speaking." I would add a corollary to President Wilson's aphorism: A movement's greatest friend may be the stupidity of its worst enemy. 
Those in my generation remember Birmingham Police Chief "Bull" Connor attacking civil rights demonstrators with police dogs. That stupid decision by the chief may well have been the moment when the hearts and minds of most Americans were won over to Martin Luther King Jr. and the other demonstrators. Of course, Connor's conduct was not protected by the First Amendment 
Now, let's fast forward to modern times, where the gay community has its own "Bull" Connor, none other than Rev. Fred Phelps, and his tiny Westboro Baptist Church, The church seems to think that picketing funerals of heterosexual servicemen to show how their death is punishment from God for America's toleration of homosexuality will cause America to be less tolerant of homosexuality. In fact, it has had precisely the opposite effect. 
A short decade ago anti-gay jokes were rampant, it would have been unthinkable to support gay·marriage and the "don't ask, don't tell" military policy was absolutely the most to which gays were entitled. Today, several states permit gay marriage, "don't ask, don't. tell" is a thing of the past, and our president has even threatened to discontinue foreign aid to countries that discriminate against homosexuals. 
What has happened? My answer is Phelps. His anti-gay rhetoric has been so over the top that it is no longer socially acceptable to be antigay. Undoubtedly there are still some people who are uncomfortable with homosexuality, but thanks to Phelps and his cohorts, it is those opposed to homosexuality who are now "in the closet." From their perspective, it is better to suffer homosexuality in silence than·to be associated with Phelps and his church. 
So the Westboro Baptist Church, by exercising its free speech rights, has done for the homosexual rights movement exactly what" Connor, did for the civil rights movement. 
Although this is the major example of our time, it is not the only one. Recently at Suffolk Law school, during a campaign to send care packages to the troops, one law professor sent a five-paragraph email arguing that it was immoral to send care packages to those whose job is to kill others. While his colleagues and,administrative superiors defended his right to free speech, they also indicated their intent to send care packages. 
I've imagined what I would do if I were a member of that faculty. I suspect that when I first received the solicitation to send the care package, I may or may not have been sufficiently moved to do the right thing. But once I received that email, I am quite sure that I would have sent the package! 
Wilson spoke of the wisdom of maximizing free speech. If Wilson was correct, and I believe that he was, Phelps and his church are surely exhibit A. 
Loewy is a professor of criminal law at Texas Tech School of Law.

Thursday, December 22, 2011

Best Wishes for Christmas

My thanks to all of you who made 2011 a great year for my blogs.

When I started blogging I had no idea how many great people are bloggers and how willing they would be to help a new blogger learn the ropes. I thank each and every one of you.

Christmas has long since become a secular as well as a religious holiday. To me that seems fine and actually quite in tune with the spirit of Christmas in which peace and good will to all peoples is the wish of the day.

I know 2011 has been a hard year for many all over the world. Here's wishing each and every one of you a great 2012.

With family home for Christmas and the New Year, I'll be taking a few days off. However, Jack's Favorite Guys for January 1, 2012 will be posted at 12:05 a.m. on January 1st.  I think you'll find some guys that will make you feel like ringing in the New Year.

Jack Scott

Tuesday, December 13, 2011

DESIDERATA


I have always enjoyed poetry. There is a lot of great philosophy expressed in poems. The poem below has important words for everyone. It's remarkable how much it has to say directly to those of us who are struggling with our bisexuality. I hope you enjoy reading it. I hope you take it to heart. You'll be a better man in doing so.

Jack Scott

Desiderata

Go placidly amid the noise and the haste, 


and remember what peace there may be in silence. 


As far as possible without surrender, 


be on good terms with all persons. 


Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even to the dull and ignorant; they too have their story. 


Avoid loud and aggressive persons; they are vexations to the spirit. 


If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain or bitter; for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself. 


Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans. 


Keep interested in your own career, however humble; 


it is a real possession in the changing forlunes of time. 


Exercise caution in your business affairs, for the world is full of trickery. 


But let not this blind you to what virlue there is; 


many persons strive for high ideals, and everywhere life is full of heroism. Be yourself. 


Especially, do not feign affection. Neither be cynical about love; 


for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment, it is as perennial as the grass. 


Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth. Nurlure strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misforlune. 


The Angel of Peace
But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings; 


many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness. 


Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself. 


You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here. 


And whether or not it is clear to you, 


no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should. 


Therefore, be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be. And whatever your labors or aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life, keep peace with your soul. 


With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world. 


Be cheerful. 


Strive to be happy. 

M. Ehnnann 1927


Monday, December 5, 2011

On the Shoulders of Giants

Last week I posted an article from the New York Times entitled, "Keeping Marital Secrets Closeted," by Jane Isay. Click here to review that article.

Today, I'm posting another article from the New York Times by her son, David Isay entitled, "A Mic on the Margins." It's a long but fascinating article that is must reading for every GLBT person.

I admit that I'm not much a fan of National Public Radio. If it had to depend on Texans for its contributions, I'm afraid it would be bankrupt quickly. Generally it is a sickly sludge of left wing liberal drivel. David Isay is a definite bright spot in an otherwise dull radio network. The New York Times article lays bare the fact that Isay himself has had his own battles with the big wigs of the network who are determined that the public morals should be protected and that they are the arbiters of public morals.

David Isay discovered as a young adult that his father was living an actively gay life. Though he was stunned by this discovery he determined to understand it. That determination ended up spurring his career into National Public Radio and to award winning broadcast journalism.

Stonewall Remember premiered on July 1, 1989, on Weekend All Thing Considered. It chronicled. Many believe that the Stonewall event laid the foundation for the acceptance of GLBT people that has taken place in this country since the 90's. You can click on the MP3 URL to hear the July 1, 1989 program MP3.

The Stonewall riots were a series of spontaneous, violent demonstrations against a police raid that took place in the early morning hours of June 28, 1969, at the Stonewall Inn, in the Greenwich Village neighborhood of New York City. They are frequently cited as the first instance in American history when people in the homosexual community fought back against a government-sponsored system that persecutedsexual minorities, and they have become the defining event that marked the start of the gay rights movement in the United States and around the world.

American gays and lesbians in the 1950s and 1960s faced a legal system more anti-homosexual than those of some Warsaw Pact countries] Early homophile groups in the U.S. sought to prove that gay people could be assimilated into society, and they favored non-confrontational education for homosexuals and heterosexuals alike. The last years of the 1960s, however, were very contentious, as many social movements were active, including the African American Civil Rights Movement, the Counterculture of the 1960s, and antiwar demonstrations. These influences, along with the liberal environment of Greenwich Village, served as catalysts for the Stonewall riots.

David Isay has a brilliant mind. And in using it to understand his father's homosexuality, he has helped millions to understand homosexuality within American society. It can truly be said that David Isay is a giant on whose shoulders all of us as GLBT people stand and by chronicling the stories of the first GLBT people to begin coming out of the closet he has given all of us other shoulders to stand on.

No one would suggest that the battle for the hearts and minds of the American people has been won. It hasn't. But people like David Isay have definitely helped in the battle. The tens of thousands of people who have left their closets have created a reality in which almost every family in the country is touched by homosexuality. Almost no one can rail against "those" people any longer. We are now openly their sons, daughters, grandchildren, husbands and fathers. That has changed the outlook of many.
The battle is not over, but it is clear that the victory will be ours.

My thanks to Greg and Bruce for calling this story to my attention.


Jack Scott

David Isay: A Mic on the Margins

by Samuel G. Freedman
New York Times
November 8, 1998

One afternoon in 1988, when David Isay was 22 years old and just stumbling into a passion for radio, he paid an unannounced visit to theManhattan office of his father, a psychoanalyst. There he encountered a man who seemed to be living in an anteroom of the professional suite. At first, Mr. Isay's father explained away the stranger as a patient.

Then he told the truth: he was gay and the man was his lover.

Stunned by the disclosure, Mr. Isay set about understanding the surreptitious life his father had led through years of marriage and parenting. There was nothing autobiographical, much less confessional, about his approach. With microphone and tape recorder and the license both objects conferred to ask questions, Mr. Isay began interviewing veterans of the Stonewall uprising, the 1969 brawl between homosexuals and police outside a Greenwich Village bar that catalyzed the gay-rights movement.

Six months later, the 25 minutes of "Stonewall Remembered" were broadcast on National Public Radio, becoming the first of Mr. Isay's documentaries to play on the network. Listeners heard from those exhilarated by the insurrection: a Vietnam veteran, a former convent girl, a drag queen, a lesbian now residing in a center for the elderly.

They even heard from the public-morals investigator assigned to police the Stonewall Inn. Only at the very end, though, did they hear the producer responsible for the program intone simply, "I'm David Isay."

David Isay
In the decade since that documentary, Mr. Isay has produced an acclaimed body of radio journalism that still hews to the paradoxical style of "Stonewall Remembered." Whether assembling pieces about ghetto teen-agers or Appalachian snake handlers, Bowery denizens or gospel quartets, Mr. Isay has made himself both determinedly absent and fiercely present, imprinting his sensibility while silencing his voice.

Mr. Isay (pronounced like the two words "I say") has won or shared in numerous awards, foremost among them two Peabodys for broadcast journalism.

Working more as an oral historian than a newsman, he has influenced other radio documentarians even as he has occasionally tangled with the editors of National Public Radio. In the latest nod to Mr. Isay's stature, WNYC-FM (93.9) … [presented] a two-hour retrospective of his work ... on Nov. 27, simulcast on WNYC-AM (820).

His success serves as proof that even a half-century after television should in theory have rendered radio obsolete, this relatively primitive medium provides certain satisfactions not even the highest technology can match. National Public Radio's flagship broadcast, "All Things Considered," draws a nightly audience of 7.7 million, not much less than the viewership for any one of the television network newscasts, and has created stars like Cokie Roberts, Susan Stamberg, John Hockenberrry and Robert Krulwich. That Mr. Isay remains far more obscure than they to a general audience says less about public radio than about his own taste for invisibility.

"I find other people's stories so much more interesting than my story," he says. "I know my story. And I know I'm not much of a talker. I'm a much better listener. So I try to be the vehicle through which people's stories can be heard. What I'm looking for is poetry on the margins."
Ken Mueller, the radio curator of the Museum of Television and Radio, puts it this way: "Just like Frederick Wiseman is cinéma vérité, David Isay is audio vérité."

Even before entering radio, Mr. Isay had learned much about the meticulous editing that characterizes his work. He grew up, first in New Haven and then in Manhattan, with the example of his mother, Jane Isay, a book editor who has worked with authors like Harold Bloom and Melissa Fay Greene. "She taught me the ability to cut down to what's most interesting," he says, "to be brutal with yourself."

From his father, Robert, Mr. Isay says, he took "a real sense of the courage of people who are out of the mainstream and of the cruelty of the mainstream."

Still, both Mr. Isay's social conscience and incipient technique waited in latency as he graduated from New York University in 1987 and headed into medical school. During a break from class, he wandered past an East Village store specializing in books and supplies for 12-step programs. When Mr. Isay chatted with the owners, both recovered drug addicts, he found they were planning to open a "museum of addiction." They already had blueprints and a scale model made of tongue depressors.

Mr. Isay raced back to his apartment, threw open the Yellow Pages and began calling television and radio stations, trying to interest anyone in the story. Finally, he reached Amy Goodman, the news director at WBAI-FM, the Pacifica station known for its iconoclasm. "Sounds great," she told him. "I don't have anyone to do it. Why don't you?"

With a borrowed tape recorder and editing help from Ms. Goodman, Mr. Isay patched together a six-minute piece. On the day it was broadcast in 1988, a National Public Radio producer named Gary Covino happened to be visiting New York and listening to WBAI. Mr. Covino had earned his own reputation on NPR for assembling audio portraits, most notably one of a street demonstration against the Filipino dictator Ferdinand Marcos, from vast volumes of first-person testimony. Now he heard a kindred spirit. "It was rough," he recalls of the Isay piece, "but listening through the roughness I could hear this sensibility that intrigued me."

Through Ms. Goodman, he located Mr. Isay, a gangly, bespectacled fellow with, appropriately enough, very big ears. Mr. Covino re-edited the WBAI piece so it could run nationally on NPR's "Weekend All Things Considered." Then he paid the neophyte $50. "I was apologizing that it was so little," he says, "and Dave was flipping out because he didn't think he'd be paid at all."

So began the education of an acolyte. As Mr. Isay developed "Stonewall Remembered," he spent months immersed in tapes that Mr. Covino had sent him and in the broadcasts of "Weekend All Things Considered," which Mr. Covino produced. From those models, Mr. Isay learned to eschew the NPR formula of "acts and trax" -- slang for alternating sections of the ambient sound called actualities and vocal tracks -- in favor of using editing and overdubbing to create a dense aural tapestry.

When Mr. Isay began producing more pieces, Mr. Covino took sole responsibility for editing them. Justifiably or not, he depicted NPR's editors as "narrow minds who wouldn't hear the potential for terrific stories in his ideas." To this day, he proudly asserts, "We violated all the rules of NPR editorial apparatus."

Yet NPR broadcast virtually everything that Mr. Isay developed, bringing both the network and the young producer renown. Between 1990 and 1993, Mr. Isay traveled the country for the American Folklife Project, profiling characters from death row inmates to a Pullman porter to a minister with a 34-million-word diary. The series captured a Peabody honor, and the death row segment won the Livingston Award for excellence by a young journalist. Subsequently, Shanachie Records released highlights from the series and W. W. Norton published a companion book.

"These were stories of sacrifice, of quiet heroism," Mr. Isay wrote in the book, "Holding On." "There seemed to be eternal qualities shared by all of these subjects, but we couldn't pin them down. Was it the sense of loneliness? The bravery? Individuality? Resilience? Was it that oddly wistful feeling we were left with each time we visited one of these people?"

The impact of Mr. Isay's next major documentary, "Ghetto Life 101," was anything but ineffable. In 1993, Mr. Covino hired Mr. Isay to contribute to a yearlong series of broadcasts on race relations for WBEZ, the NPR affiliate in Chicago. Inspired by "There Are No Children Here," Alex Kotlowitz's book about two boys in a Chicago housing project, Mr. Isay created an aural equivalent -- except that he actually turned over the reporting to two 13-year-olds, LeAlan Jones and Lloyd Newman. The pair kept taped diaries and interviewed friends and family members, and Mr. Isay pared down more than 100 hours of material to an excruciating 25 minutes.

At one point, Lloyd Newman caught neighborhood children taunting his alcoholic father by daring him to spell "fool." Later in the broadcast, LeAlan Jones asked his older sister how many of her friends had been murdered. "Maybe a little less than 30," she replied. In still another scene, the two boys wandered into a downtown hotel as the lounge pianist played the theme song from the Peanuts cartoon series, surely not the soundtrack to their youth.
"Ghetto Life 101" won a Livingston Award and a Society of Professional Journalists prize, among others, and was translated for broadcast in several foreign countries. But Mr. Isay's protégés were not, as it turned out, finished yet. In 1996, a 5-year-old boy from the same housing project as Le Alan and Lloyd was pushed out a high-rise window to his death by assailants ages 10 and 11. With Mr. Isay again editing and producing, LeAlan and Lloyd reported a 25-minute documentary entitled "Remorse." Perhaps its most harrowing moment came in this exchange about the murdered boy:
LeAlan: Dude, you think they got a playground in heaven for shorties?
Lloyd: Nope. Ain't no playground in heaven for nobody.
LeAlan: I don't know, man. How you figure there ain't no playground in heaven for little kids?
Lloyd: God didn't make it special for nobody.
LeAlan: But, man, what Shorty gonna do up there? He wasn't old enough to do nothing bad enough to go to no hell. What he doin, just kickin' it? Or is he reincarnated? Maybe he be a little bird or something.

With "Remorse," Mr. Isay won his second Peabody and the only Grand Prize ever given to a radio program in the Robert F. Kennedy Awards for coverage of the disadvantaged. Scribner published a book compiling the transcripts and many outtakes from both "Remorse" and "Ghetto Life 101." Mr. Isay established his own nonprofit organization, Soundport, for which he currently raises $200,000 annually, enough to support himself and several employees and to cover production costs.

As important, Mr. Isay had found in the use of surrogate narrators a form that suited his temperament, one that began to be imitated in public-radio circles. He employed the trope most recently in "The Sunshine Hotel," a 25-minute portrait of a Bowery flophouse that was broadcast on "All Things Considered" in September. Mr. Isay chose Nathan Smith, the hotel manager, to introduce listeners to some of the 125 men who pay $4.50 a night for a 4-by-6 cubicle topped with chicken wire: the Russian immigrant with a weekend heroin habit, the former band boy with Tito Puente, the loan shark, the drug dealer, the senile 80-year-old abandoned by his son and living on Oreos.

Such a cast, far from disturbing Mr. Isay, elicited his friendship.

"He comes with a particular innocence," Mr. Smith says. "It disarms people. You don't think he's going to cut your throat or rob you. It was a heartfelt, honest thing he did."

Compassion and engagement, however, yielded more than 70 hours of raw tape. Which it fell to Mr. Isay and his digital editing machine to reduce in a manner that his mother might well have appreciated.

"He is a compulsive editor," says Stacy Abramson, Mr. Isay's associate producer. "It's enough to make you insane. He'll sit there and fine-tune and fine-tune and fine-tune. He'll make sure the timing of the phone call fits seamlessly over Nate's narration. It's so seamless you don't notice it. But it's been gone over and over and over. When you spent a year on a piece and boil it down to 25 minutes, every second has to be perfect."

Despite Mr. Isay's perfection, or perhaps because of it, he has at times feuded with NPR. "All Things Considered" turned down his 1995 audio diary of a prostitute dying of AIDS, though the segment later was broadcast on "Weekend All Things Considered" and took a Kennedy Award. The network withheld broadcast of Mr. Isay's 1991 documentary on a hospital for the criminally insane. The facility's director claimed, based on an advance script that Mr. Isay had provided her, that the report overemphasized the patients' violence. John Dinges, then NPR's managing editor, ordered it revised to address "serious questions about both accuracy and balance." Mr. Isay instead withdrew the documentary. It later was broadcast on another NPR show, "Soundprint," and, paradoxically enough, received an award from the American Psychological Association.

"There is always a prickly relationship with highly talented independent producers and the network," says Bill Buzenberg, who was NPR's vice president for news and information from 1990 through 1997. "It stems from the fact they are independent, don't want to work for the network, want to do radio art to the nth degree. So a mutual distrust gets in there sometimes." Mr. Isay himself acknowledges the periodic tensions. "I've been viewed with suspicion," he says. "There's a feeling that when you do a non-narrated piece, when you don't write, when you do something like oral history, that you haven't done the research, that you don't know your facts. There's a feeling that you're cheating."

Those feelings have not lasted long, even among Mr. Isay's few critics. Mr. Buzenberg hails him as "one of the best radio artisans in the business." After "Ghetto Life 101" was broadcast, Mr. Dinges wrote in a memo to the NPR staff that "pieces like this will revolutionize documentary radio."

Mr. Isay, typically, lets his subjects speak for him. There comes a moment in the American Folklife Project series when a Colorado man, who has built a castle atop an isolated mountaintop, delivers what could be Mr. Isay's own manifesto.

"They go on and on about Buttafuoco," the man says. "Did he ever build anything with his hands? Conan O'Brian? Where do they come from? I've heard of Imelda Marcos. I've heard of Saddam Hussein. I've heard of all these other people. Have they heard of this?"

Copyright 1998 The New York Times Company


Anyone can comment on what I write in this blog. Regretfully, the recent amount of spam in my email account as required that I reinstate the word verification process for comments which I personally hate.

But at the same time I have loosened the comment moderation process so that those of you who have a Google Blogger ID or other recognized blogger ID will no longer need to wait for your comment to be moderated. I'm hoping this will tempt you to take the trouble to comment.

The truth is I want respectful comments both from those who agree with me and those who do not. All I as is that you keep comments to the point, clean and non-threatenting.

I look forward to hearing from each of you.

Jack Scott