News and Miscellany, 8 September 2015

The Last of the Granny Witches, Appalachian Ink, September 6

“There once was many more of us, back in the old days when it seemed like God was sleeping somewhere over on the mountain and the old ones ruled the land and fended for themselves. But that time has long gone. We must work harder to preserve our magic, for it is fading into the background noise of technology and naysayers and law men that tell us we are common simple folk and feed us pills and poverty to quiet us. I fear that we are truly the last of the granny witches, the last tellers of tales, and that will be the end of our magic.”

Rural Women Worldwide Are on the Frontlines of Climate Change, Huffington Post, September 8

“Eunice eyed the stove in her mother’s home for a long while, thinking. She had never seen anything like it. It was a closed clay oven, a local design, and it wasn’t spouting smoke or choking up the air in the small home, the way the indoor open cook-fires used by so many women would. As a health worker, Eunice had treated the ragged breathing and respiratory ailments women suffered from constantly cooking in a cramped, smoky place. What’s more, her mother had used far less wood than usual to fire it up and keep it running. Eunice starting thinking about how much time her mother had saved, not having to spend hours gathering extra firewood, and how else she could better use that time.

Moment by moment, she grew more convinced. “I can build that.”

Mother And Child Behind Bars: The Women Of Afghanistan’s Prisons, NPR September 6

“In 2010, photographer Gabriela Maj was working on a project about an artist in Afghanistan when one of her editors suggested she take a look at Afghan women’s prisons. Maj recalls: “He said, you know there are all these stories kind of floating, kind of bubbling up in the international media about women being incarcerated for something known as ‘moral crimes.’ And they’re being put into these prisons with their kids.'”

Her editor was right. When she arrived at Badam Bagh, a women’s prison in Kabul, her first thought was, “It sounds more like a kindergarten or elementary school during recess than it does a prison facility.”

That’s because many of the inmates are mothers who either gave birth in the facility or brought their children to live with them after they were incarcerated.”

Women’s group name change strives for inclusiveness, The Daily Pennsylvanian, September 7

“The former name had women in it, and we are trying to be more open to genderqueer people, non-binary people and men,” Nallajerla said. “As long as you’re interested in gender equity, it doesn’t matter what gender you identify with: You are welcome.”

The old name, with the word “women” right in the title, might have been unintentionally exclusionary to other gender identities, and the new name reflects PAGE’s commitment to including all students and student groups that support women and gender equity.”

The day 100,000 Iranian women protested the headscarf, British Journal of Photography, September 8

“In the days before selfies, Photoshop and citizen journalism, photos were vital, a visual document that might otherwise not be seen.

“For me, taking a picture was a way to document events that were happening around me, no matter what my opinion was of the event, the camera was still objective at that point, it was just recording the truth.”

Syria: The Hidden War on Women, Channel 4, September 8

“Last November, the Jordanian Ministry of Health, having spent millions on health care, stopped funding free medical aid to Syrian refugees. Now Syrians must fund it themselves or look to humanitarian aid agencies for help. But it is illegal for Syrian refugees to work in Lebanon and Jordan.

There are no formal camps in Lebanon, and many lone Syrian refugee women I met in the Bekaa valley have to live in rented apartments or small informal tent settlements. There are thousands of Syrian refugee women whose husbands were either killed fighting in Syria or are simply missing – their fate unknown.”

Nondiscrimination in Health Programs and Activities & U.S. Department of Health and Human Services @HHSGov (USA), September 8, Gender Identity Watch

“The U.S. Department of Health and Human Services issued a proposed rule on Section 1557 of the Affordable Care Act to ban discrimination based on so-called “gender identity.” Under the proposed rule, insurance companies cannot discriminate based on gender identity and must treat people consistent with their identity, including in access to facilities. Specifically, healthcare cannot be denied or services limited because the patient identify as another sex. The proposed rule also requires that sex transition care be evaluated on a case-by-case basis, explicitly outlawing categorical exclusions for sex transition.

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Women rally in Baltimore to improve birth. WBAL-TV Sept 7

“Members of the organization Improving Birth gathered in McKeldin Square to call attention to practices they say undermine women during childbirth.

“There shouldn’t be a one in three chance that when you go into the hospital that you end up with a C-section and if you’re like me, and you actually needed a C-section, and when you go to have another baby, you should be able to have a VBAC (vaginal birth after cesarean) without having to fight for it,” Campbell said.”

Mothers Rally To Inform Women on Safe Birthing Options, WLTX, September 7

China cracks down on middle aged women dancing noisily in public squares after annoyed residents begin throwing coins, rocks and faeces to make them stop, Daily Mail, September 8

“Public square dancing will enter into the social management system,’ a joint statement from four central departments, including the culture ministry and the civil affairs ministry, said.

The agencies will manage dancing in accordance with existing laws, it added.

‘Dancing in public squares, as a cultural sporting activity deeply loved by the masses… has enriched the spiritual lives of people,’ the statement said, but added: ‘Problems such as inadequate space and… disturbances to local residents by noise and defects in management mechanisms have gradually appeared.’ ”

Alejandra Rodriguez paints walls in Mexico with images of women to promote awareness of femicide.

Cordelia Fine delivers a lecture on neurosexism.

When Women Were Warriors contemplates women crossing political boundaries to build alliances.

Recent Events at Orwell Correctional Institution

By Vliet Tiptree

Something is afoot at the Orwell Correctional Institution. There are stirrings at this large venerable penistentiary, which seems as old as the oceans which border it on both sides.

The prisoners are restless. The Warden and the guards know something is coming and have been especially vigilant removing suspected troublemakers to Solitary lately.

Orwell is a minimum-security prison. The prisoners are non-violent and receive more privileges than at other places in the System. This means they need a firm guiding hand, as prisoners given an inch will try to take a mile.

Orwell is one of only a few minimum-security facilities worldwide. There are plenty of maximum-security prisons elsewhere, some quite strict. The prisoners in those places are seldom heard from. They communicate only through lacy slots in their iron doors. No need for books in those places – the prisoners weren’t allowed to learn to read, as they were bound for prison anyway and literacy is a known risk factor for breakouts. Even in their yards these prisoners have to be robed and veiled, or the guards will attack them. Rickets is a common result as their skin is never exposed to sunlight. Yes, the Wardens at these places elsewhere run a tight ship. If their prisoners act up they may get the rest of their lips sewn shut.

Orwell is leagues more progressive than these places, and the prisoners are lucky to be there.

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The prisoners at OCI have all committed the same felony – Alive While Female. AWF charges always result in convictions and a life sentence.

The guards are almost all men, though they are assisted in day-to-day work by the Trustys, cooperative prisoners who can be relied upon to watch prisoners from within their cells for a few extra dollars or a pat on the head.

The prisoners are almost all women, though a few oddball guards have “gone native” and entered cells voluntarily. But this isn’t about that.

Prisoners daydream about getting out someday. But that would require a lot of expensive legal help – they’d have to go to the Supreme Court of Wardens – and the prisoners aren’t paid for most of their work. The hours are 24/7 and their bodies, minds, and souls are appropriated for this work, which the guards consider far too soul-deadening to do themselves. The prisoners take care of the guards and children, clean dirty things like toilets and floors, prepare huge amounts of pizza and steak and mancheeze and curry every night, and must serve the guards in uncomfortable costumes in which their surgically-altered secondary sexual characteristics must be fully displayed and frequently squeezed. Their main prison job is Sexual Access. They do get occasional tips and pats and few days off for childbirth, and, as the guards constantly remind them, their food and shelter is provided for free so they have it easy, actually.

Even though OCI inmates are treated more leniently than at many other prisons, OCI has ongoing disciplinary problems. Occasionally prisoners try to escape, but they are promptly catcalled back through the gates by off-duty guards. They are allowed to read, though they do complain that books at the prison library are extremely boring as they are all written by guards so that prisoners appear only as inanimate costumed objects in them, and also that the prisoners in the books are often unhappy, but unlike in real prison life, can be made madly happy simply by receiving another pat on the head. They also complain that in these books the worldwide Prison System is never mentioned. These rather over-privileged prisoners can be ungrateful, not understanding their luck in being kept safe and protected from marauding guards from stricter prisons.

To keep prisoners on track, TVs are kept on night and day, or loudspeakers play pop music, and each and every speech and song repeats the same two words over and over: PUT OUT…PUT OUT. Prisoners become pliant and amenable to Sexual Access after a few decades of this.

Prisoners can become Trustys by fraternizing with the guards – the quickest route to Trusty status is to fraternize with a Hefner, a male decades older than they – but as the prisoner passes the age of 45 (or younger at places like Malibu Surf Facility) she is likely to be demobilized and revert to plain Prisoner status. Most prisoners end up fraternizing, not just to become a Trusty, but also to avoid being called an Elle and correctively raped.

A small population of prisoners escape fraternization by pretending they have seen a ghost. They are transferred to a pleasant walled facility with candles and incense. There, they do the same work as prisoners and also have to do a lot of chanting and marry a ghost, but are permitted to remain celibate.

Life is not all Easy Street for the minimum-security inmates at Orwell. There are regular riots, started by the guards, not the prisoners. The guards build up some steam, egg each other on, break into the ammo shed, and start shooting at each other and the prisoners. Though the guards start the riots and the prisoners are injured and killed in special predictable unfortunate ways during these riots, the prisoners are later blamed for the riots, because of the Special Prison Rule of Proxy Violence , which means prisoners are responsible whenever guards get crazy..

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A century ago at Orwell, some of the prisoners came to the conclusion that they had done nothing to justify their imprisonment. They began remonstrating with the guards, marching around with signs, and fasting. The guards ignored them at first, but finally the Warden had to do something, so he awarded the prisoners an extra cookie ration, which the prisoners of course had to bake themselves. The prisoners wrote about these events and secreted their writings under the bathroom sinks, where guards never look.

Forty years later, the same thing happened again. A new generation of prisoners began making noises about freedom and justice, but this time the Warden was ready with a million excuses. First and foremost, he responded in scholarly tones, no one could even remember when there hadn’t been prisons and guards and prisoners. The Prison System must be natural. After all, would the Prison System have lasted so long, and occur so universally, if it wasn’t the best possible evolutionary result?

Furthermore, the prisoners enjoyed prison life; they would sometimes laugh and sing and dance a jig in blackface as they washed the rags and scrubbed the floors; they could even become Trustys and receive some respect. Also, prisoners were known to be too fragile to live outside the walls, and they were too weak, what with all their childbearing and some sort of bizarre interest in Nature, to handle guarding and engage in rioting and exploitation of the Earth.

To put a capper on it, there was the rule of nature that only guards could live outside the prison. As a token of his empathy, however, the Warden awarded the prisoners another extra cookie ration, which the prisoners declined, as they knew by now that the guards would sneak in at midnight and eat the cookies.

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Even with all this historical lack of success, the Orwell prisoners are protesting again. This time they have prepared legal, epistemological, ontological, normative, empirical, statistical, ethological, anthropological, historical, and novel arguments, not to mention that they have a whale of a lot of surveillance video showing dispositively that all their arrests were illegal and that their status is intolerably unjust and unheard of in the annals of humanity.

The guards refer their complaint to the Warden. A few empathetic words are spoken. The prisoners await a full apology, the gates swinging open, release papers, a final end to their imprisonment. They smile hopefully and put away the turkey and pickles, the ghee, the fire-sticks, the dirty clothes and the toilet rags and the pushup bras. They know their cause is just and only one rational response is possible.

The next day, a long long limo pulls up at the gates. The Governor is escorted into the Warden’s office and a meeting behind closed doors ensues. The guards are then brought into the guards’ gym and another closed meeting is held. Muffled noises are heard, but the prisoners can’t make out the words.

The prisoners bite their nails, bate their breath, begin packing the few possessions that belong solely to them into their pillowcases.

They are called into the yard. The guards, standing behind the Warden and the Governor, appear serious, grave even. The Governor moves in front, stroking his starred-and-striped tie.

The prisoners nudge each other, eyes alight. A historic announcement is coming!

The band strikes up a new tune, one that seems vaguely familiar. The Governor raises his hands like a conductor and the guards open their mouths and white balloons are released overhead. In perfect unison the guards begin to sing the song they have been rehearsing, with a refrain which will ring in the prisoners’ ears long after they are herded back to their cells and the doors clang shut for another generation: BUT WHAT ABOUT TEH MENZ?!”

 

The End

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Alternate Ending in a Parallel Just World

The Governor smiles for his photo op, then gets into his limo. He settles back on the cream-colored leather, takes a deep breath, and flashes back to what he saw for an instant as he faced the prisoners and the chorus was sung.

Their faces scared him. He shrugs mentally, fastens his seat belt. “Get me out of here,” he tells the driver. The key turns in the ignition. And boom, without ado the Governor and his limo are transformed into a more suitable form of energy, becoming a cloud of excited molecules in a storm of heat and light. The gates of Orwell open wide and forever; cheering is heard; and the Governor always was just hot air.

Reprinted with permission from FeminismXX.

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