What We Talk About When We Talk About Sex

My friend Will Crawley has a story about a BBC investigation into pornography profits; his particular angle is the role that the Christian Brothers Investment Services, one of the biggest investors of official 'Catholic money' in the world, plays in bolstering the porn industry.  Apparently the guidelines for investment are easily made flexible - and so the CBIS apparently has a hefty wad of cash wrapped up in the production of money shots. According to Will: "A spokesperson for CBIS told the BBC Hardcore Profits programme that they aim to influence the moral direction of companies in which they have investments. He also suggested that their policy is a common sense response to the world we live in: any Catholic who believes its right to completely withdraw from any company making any profits from pornography would have to switch off their internet supply, avoid most of the world's hotels, and stop watching television."

The spokesman makes a reasonable point; but the world of 'ethical' investing is always subject to this kind of parsing.  Will once reminded me that there's only one answer to the 'Well, where would you draw the line?' when it's posed as a means to doing nothing, a kind of 'Via Apathy'.  The answer, of course, is 'SOMEWHERE'.  Nothing is done perfectly; but it must be done.

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I recall that the Presbyterian Church in Ireland used to define its ethical investment policy as keeping its funds out of alcohol, tobacco, and gambling; but it was ok to have shares in missiles.  Pressure from, among others, my friend journalist Mark McCleary helped encourage them to withdraw the blood money, and a new line was drawn.  It will need to be drawn again, and again; as more information emerges  and our understanding of economics and justice develops.  But at least they're trying to draw it somewhere.

I'm not sure where the line should be in the CBIS story; here's an attempt.

1: It makes sense to strive for ethical investment policies to be comprehensive.  I'm not particularly troubled by whether or not a church invests in alcohol, and tobacco used to be ok to me, partly because of Wendell Berry (although I'm fast becoming an annoying former smoking evangelist; the odd decent cigar aside); but gambling is self-evidently a trap that the rich can play with while mostly insulated from its sorrows, while the million-to-one lottery winners become idealised scapegoats on which the poor can project fantasies of escape that lead, in the cases of the rest of the million, to perpetuated poverty.   So I'm with the PCI two-thirds of the way; and while not investing in alcohol seems a bit strange, given Jesus' early role as a wine merchant, I understand the cultural and socio-economic reasons for divestment.

2: As for porn and weapons, well...It seems to me that there's at least as clear a case for churches refusing to invest in militarism and the 'defence' industry as in pornography.  I have a friend whose job used to be to design computer guidance technology that would help direct missiles toward their targets; he left that job to become a pastor, thank God.  My view is that a philosophy that values human life - whether of the religious or secular kind inexorably leads to non-participation in the mechanisms of war; because we take life so seriously that it prevents us from playing a part in its destruction by building weapons.

(This does not mean that I believe a religious or secular humanist should under no circumstances join the armed forces; I haven't come to a full conclusion about this yet; but Logan Laituri's thoughtful post 'Prepared to Die, But Not to Kill' raises the issues far better than I could.)   Now an argument for pacifism, or neo-pacifism, is made elsewhere on this blog; for now, I guess it just seems that the damage done by explosions is pretty objectively measurable; while porn is just something we're supposed to be disgusted at for nebulous reasons that, it seems to me, are more complex than the friendly mavens of either conservatism or hedonism would like.

3: One of my best friends used to direct porn movies.  It was a job; and I have no idea what he felt about it, as I've never asked.  But his example is merely one part of a multi-faceted web of supply and demand involving the - presumably universal - desire for the eroticised human body.  Sure, I'm aware of the arguments about the exploitation inherent to porn - and I'll take them further; it's not just the participants who may be allowing some of their souls to leak - but we, the viewers, might be giving something of our own dignity away when we watch.  Deeper than all of this, however, is the central point I wish to make: There's a reason religious institutions are preoccupied with pornography; and it's the fact that religious institutions are often, quite simply obsessed with sexuality.  In that sense, the fact that some of us often get worked up about pornography is a good thing: at least we're talking about sex.

Well, of course, we're not really talking about sex; we're making assumptions about the human body, about there being constitutional differences between religious adherents and other people, about women and men, about what is right and wrong.  Some of these assumptions make a lot of sense to me - but not for traditionally conservative moral reasons.  It makes sense to me that human beings are made for something more than self-gratification; it makes sense to me that we are not here to be exploited by each other, nor are we made for objectification.  Religious institutions not investing in pornography thus makes a lot of sense.

The problem is that the detachment from the body that seems inherent in religious discourse about pornography means that we're talking about something more than (or other than) porn when we talk about porn.  John Ashcroft's notorious covering up of nude Greek statues in the Department of Justice HQ, Janet Jackson's wardrobe malfunction, my own recent Costa Rican beach epiphany can all be gathered up by the same Puritanical net - with Ashcroft seen as a hero for the cause of what it means to be moral, Jackson as a cultural whore (not my words), and me as a kind of weird half-man, half-alien, who needs to be naked in the Pacific Ocean under a starkly moonlit sky to find himself.  The paradox here arises when it becomes clear that religious institutions and individuals have sometimes been pretty holistic in their approach to sex and the body - images on the Sistine Chapel ceiling, the conversion declaration of St Francis of Assisi, the Metaphysical poets, and more recently the writings of people like Mike Riddell and Stuart Davis.  But it's rare today for a religious leader to publicly affirm sexuality in all its earthiness and wonder, messiness and delight; it's easier to talk about what we want to stop, the fear of libidinous floodgates opening to unleash meta-level bodily fluids to sweep us all to a red light district hell from which no good can come.  The irony, as far as I can see, is the fact that the sexual repression that characterises so much religious discourse and experience is already a kind of hell; just as much as the places where sexuality is but a commodity in games of pleasure and economic necessity alike.

What I mean is this: when religious institutions talk about the evils of pornography, but hide the rest of what might be said about sexuality under a bushel, what they're usually talking about is at least partly fear of the human body.  Pornography is problematic, to be sure.  But that's not the point.  Sexuality and the body can no more be divorced than my sense of humour and the rest of my personality.  The 'porn part' of sexuality may well be the shadow side; but for a shadow to exist, there must be a source of light.  It's the body and sexuality as sources of light that I wish religious institutions would invest in.

Woodstock: 'The biggest hassle is dealing with politics'

123069woodstock In preparation for the release of Ang Lee's 'Taking Woodstock', which Jett and I discuss on Episode 86,  I watched Michael Wadleigh's director's cut of the original documentary (a gorgeous, filled-to-the-brim Blu-Ray) - a telling experience, given that it's so full of the evocation of an era gone by that we're all supposed to want to live in.  Some immediate reactions followed by a question or two:

The film really takes its time to get ready; the split screens give a sense of the fantastic madness of the endeavour, what immense planning has gone into it, and how enormous the scope of the event was when it actually happened.

'There has to be some way of stopping the influx of humanity' - Bill Graham's considered opinion of how to keep the show business-friendly.

'It's about what's happening now' - the succinct thoughts of someone who typically says 'man' at the end (and/or beginning) of every sentence.

'I want to know why the fascist pigs have been seeding the clouds' - concertgoer disappointed that the CIA or somesuch have made it rain.

'Helen Savage please call your father at the Motel Glory in Woodridge' - either an indication of just how community-oriented this festival was, or proof to conspiracy theorists that coded messages were being sent from the stage to J Edgar Hoover.

'The brown acid is not specifically too good' - a lovely understated piece of pharmaceutical advice.

When the concert finally starts, the most obvious thing is how enormous Richie Havens' hands are; he's not precious about asking for guitar mikes to be turned up; it's clear that nobody cared about professionalism or needing to show i.d. or, by the mid-point, making money.  It was about communication; people unshackling themselves; taking the risk of looking stupid because social norms have made them afraid to smile at strangers.  Or at least that's what I want to hope it was about.

James Parker in The Atlantic recently called this the last time we were able to police ourselves; there was only a brief window before the festival gave birth to its evil twin, Altamont, infamous for being the site of the killing of Meredith Hunter during a Rolling Stones concert.  Parker tells us that Woodstock itself was not without tension - the burning to the ground of 12 food stands in an outbreak of less than peace-enhancing radicalism not making the final cut of  Wadleigh's extraordinary framing of 'what's happening in America'.

'America is becoming a whole', according to Sri Swami Satchidananda's on-stage invocation, whoe sentiment I want to embrace.  But the mingling of idealism, optimism, wish-fulfilment, fear and anger about the war, and whatever else was going on then gives way today to, at the very least, a question: What the hell happened to these people?  These people, who looked so beautiful, who spoke without embarrassment about the potential for love to be realised as a political strategy, and some of whom created communitarian experiments that actually worked, who, at their most open were willing not to refuse light from any quarter - knowing that the only recently baptised military-industrial complex was failing humanity, so let's look East...  What happened to them?

Well, they became my parents - and I can still see traces of the sentiments expressed in the field when my mum and dad talk about politics and tolerance, especially in a general suspicion of institutions that try to tell you how to be.  But my folks are just two people; and they weren't even there.  It's fashionable to say that more of the Woodstock generation learned indulgence than self-costing activism for a better world; that the gruesome scenes of Reaganite techno-greed a decade or so later were built on the foundations of a social cohort that had taught themselves they could have anything they want, and now.  And there may be some truth in that; surely some of the people responsible for nurturing the vision of being American as selfish, angry and afraid that came to dominate pubic discourse over the past forty years were in that field at Bethel.  But let's also acknowledge that the leaders of recent social movements that have achieved real change were there too, at least in spirit.  There are still true believers out there; they still have something to say; they're still doing things that would slow the world down, and would give us peace and music if we were ready to listen.

So, what 'Woodstock' means to me?

1: I'd love to make a film like this; and the democratisation of cinema may well allow someone to do just that right now.

2: My generation is lonelier than they were.

3: The Who look ridiculous; but so does everyone else.  Some in a good way.

4: The contrast between the anti-war movements of 1969 and 2009 depends on the existence of the draft.

5: The most pessimistic thing I can say?  Some of these people are saying the same things today that they said then.  And it didn't work.

6: The most optimistic thing I can say? Watching Joe Cocker redefine what a human body needs to do to make a sound in 1969  (and it's amazing) looks not that different from watching what Joe Cocker does to make a sound today (and it's still amazing); if he can do it...well...

Another View on Healthcare

An important, clear, and honest interruption to the flow of misinformation about healthcare, and especially the differences between the US and UK systems, found at the 'Potential and Expectations' blog.  The author says what I would too: "I can sum up my experience of the British and American healthcare systems in one simple sentence:  given a choice between the two systems, I’d choose the NHS in a heartbeat."

Healthcare and Me Part 3

Part 2 continued. I have friends in the UK who are doctors, men and women who work in intensive and busy careers.  (Like many salaried positions, things get exponentially better the longer you're in the system.  And, like their counterparts in the US, UK doctors have to work such long hours for low reward at the start of their careers that many might ask if it's worth it.)  But once they've been working for a while, they tend to live in nice houses, take a couple of good holidays a year, drive nice cars.  According to the UK National Health Service’s own website, consultant doctors can earn the equivalent of between $120 000 and $285 000 depending on length of service and performance related awards.  And of course, none of that salary needs to be used for personal health care costs.

And if that salary isn’t sufficient for the doctor’s wishes, no problem.  The private health care industry in the UK is thriving too.  If you really want a routine operation done a little more quickly, in a hospital with nicer décor, I’d recommend it.  Plenty of surgeons who work for the NHS most of the time also do some evening and weekend work for private hospitals, supplementing their income by as much as $2500 per day.

This may all seem too simple – for these things are never just a matter of cash, many UK health professionals are discontent with this imperfect system, and my comments don't include the challenges of malpractice insurance (although the UK is a less litigious culture, and malpractice awards can always be capped by legislation).  Yet how is it possible that the UK is able to provide universal, free at the point of use healthcare, with a significantly lower national average salary, and lower tax rates than the US?

Is it the fact that US infrastructure is broken?  There’s certainly anecdotal evidence that government is often wasteful, and functions less efficiently than it should.  (After three visits to my local Social Security agency, I still didn’t have clear answers to questions I’d been asking since last September.)

Is it the fact that many of my fellow (US) Americans have bought the lie that a service isn’t worth anything unless you’re paying for it?  That the value of something is determined by its price?  Maybe – one of the criticisms of the UK system that I hear most frequently is the assumption that ‘free’ means ‘not very good’.  The fact that I have no tonsils, no skin cancer, my lower teeth haven’t collided with each other, and I can breathe at night are of course evidence to the contrary.  I don’t think I would have been more quickly attended to, or given a better service if I had had to go into debt to pay for my healthcare.

The foundations of the mythical value placed on privatization in the US should be creaking, given the events of the last year (now that the government is a majority owner of General Motors and the financial industry only exists because two Presidents threw ‘em a few bucks til the weekend).  But the belief that private industry always saves still seems to have the power of a religious dogma.

People will ask me how I think healthcare can be paid for in the future.  Well, as someone with a gentler voice than I might say, I don't know much about the science book; but let me hazard a guess: Isn't it just possible that there's already enough money in the system to pay for basic healthcare provision for everyone?  Money that might currently be being spent on other, less valuable things?  Call me irresponsible, but maybe the huge outlay of funding for misguided militarism in the past eight years might have been better spent?

Ultimately, with a tax rate lower than the US, a national average income significantly lower, and a healthier population, the question has to be asked: if the UK and northern Ireland can do it, why can't we take care of our fellow human beings, as well as our own families, and ourselves through the provision of basic healthcare, free at the point of need?

Why the USA is Different #1: Overheard in the Line at the Social Security Office, August 7th 2009

Security guard: "Now you all have important business to transact today.  So there are no weapons allowed inside.  No knives, guns, no pepper spray. Don't worry, you can just leave those in the car." Response: One of the guys in the line in front shook his head, and groaned the kind of groan you hear when an announcement is made that the movie theatre is sold out, or the restaurant doesn't have any shrimp; and put his gun back in his car.