{"id":25046,"date":"2020-06-01T06:04:09","date_gmt":"2020-06-01T13:04:09","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.heuermontage.com\/?p=25046"},"modified":"2020-06-01T06:04:12","modified_gmt":"2020-06-01T13:04:12","slug":"the-poison-within","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.heuermontage.com\/?p=25046","title":{"rendered":"The Poison Within"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

As with so many things in life, where poison or rot is only revealed by a closer look beneath the beautiful surface, so it was when I hiked among this fairy-tale landscape of a sea of white blossoms last Friday, an incandescent lace pattern against the fresh spring greenery.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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What you expect to see in meadows or at the edges of woodlands is cow parsley, Anthriscus sylvestris<\/a>. What I found was its rather more famous cousin hemlock (both are in the families of carrots,) Conium maculatum<\/a>, which looks almost identical, but is highly toxic, even deadly. It grows tall, sometimes over 5 feet, with leaves that are triangular and lacy, and little flowers clustered im umbels – just like cow parsley. The only way to figure out which is which for the lay botanist not schooled in subtle variations, is to look closely at the stem: if it has blotches of purple or dark red color, it is hemlock.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Medieval lore insisted that hemlock grew on the hills of Golgatha and Christ’s blood touching it upon crucification – the purplish spots – made it forever toxic. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Those crucified die by asphyxiation – they cannot breathe. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Death by hemlock comes through lack of air as well. Hemlock contains a poisonous alkaloid named coniine, which has a chemical structure similar to nicotine. This poison disrupts the central nervous system\u2014a small dose can cause respiratory collapse. Death can result from blockage of the neuromuscular junction caused by coniine. In practice, it eventually stops your ability to breathe, causing you to suffocate.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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We all know why I am thinking of this right now: the killing by police of George Floyd, another suffocation of an unarmed Black man, and poisonous state violence, from up on high through the ranks of the police who wield teargas, nightsticks, rubber and pepper projectiles with abandon<\/a>, having people gasp for air. Or the smoke from the fires that are erupting in the course of the protests, set by those enraged, or those intent to provoke and instigate blame, manipulating the racial divide. Or breathless, distracting focus on property destruction, so we can maintain a state of denial about police violence against human bodies. Or Covid-19 which makes it impossible for drowning lungs to provide you with oxygen, or hard to breathe through masks that are a necessity to prevent the spread of the disease. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

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It is more than that, though: as Dahlia Lithwick points out in one of the most thoughtful short pieces<\/a> I’ve seen in recent journalism, you can’t breathe when you are unable to stop screaming in anger or frustration or plain fear. You can’t breathe when you are sobbing or terrified. You can’t breathe, or breathe with shallow intakes, when you are forced to be in public or work in places where you are not protected and surrounded by potential spreaders of a lethal virus. We will also not be able to breathe if clean and cool enough air is no longer available due to the climate catastrophe, at least for most of humanity stuck in the places where it will unfold in first extremes. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

“To be dying of a lack of air is a powerful symbol; it\u2019s a metaphor for scarcity, for insufficiency. It\u2019s a marker for ways in which the \u201crichest country in the world,\u201d the \u201cmost powerful nation in the world,\u201d and the \u201cleader of the western world\u201d somehow finds itself gasping. Fighting for what should be plentiful….. We can\u2019t breathe, and the words \u201clast gasps\u201d seem to have taken on a new force as we contemplate the stunning fact that we all breathe the same air, whether we like it or not, and that a nation in which only some people can draw breath safely is not a nation, but rather a tenuous hostage situation.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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To be confronted with or dying of a lack of air is a traumatizing experience. I was 13 years-old when first put on a post-operative ventilator, after 9 hours of lung surgery, and then again at age 16. It is drowning with full consciousness, the very essence of life, of living somehow clogging your throat, unable to get in or out, accompanied by ever rising panic. I do not wish that on my worst enemy. Much less on all those who are exposed to variations of that experience now, due to no fault of their own other than having been born into a certain race or class or circumstances beyond their control. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

And yet here we live in a country and a time where it is inescapable. Imagine to be a person of color, or their parent, the horror of slavery encased in your DNA, venturing out daily into a world that disrespects you, denigrates you, debases you, discriminates against you. A world where you are deprived of opportunities or dispossessed if you grabbed them. A world where physical harm awaits you to the point of being killed when you encounter those who, stoked by group mentality in their like minded corps, empowered by weapons, sheltered by partial immunity, and fortified with the knowledge that historically they never ever had to bear the consequences for unlawful, excessive violence, can decide to make you gasp for your last breath. It is a life<\/em> of trauma.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

How can you breathe? <\/p>\n\n\n\n

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You might vaguely remember that Socrates, the famous Greek philosopher, chose a cup of hemlock as his execution method when sentenced to die for religious disobedience and corrupting the young. Officially he was condemned for his teachings, but political motivations were behind it, since he quite literally engaged in civil disobedience (Martin Luther King, Jr.<\/a> would cite it in his \u201cLetter from a Birmingham Jail.\u201d)<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Through the reports of his students (he never wrote anything himself) we know that one of the questions that concerned him was personal ethics. Why do we do wrong when we genuinely know what is right? He believed that we go wrong when the perceived benefits seem to outweigh the cost. We have not developed the right \u201cart of measurement<\/em>,\u201d correcting the distortions that skew our analyses of benefit and cost.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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In line with Socratic method – instilling knowledge through a questioning dialogue, rather than provide answers directly – I ask those of us who are White, privileged, living in relative security from state violence or racist encounters in public for our own measurement:<\/p>\n\n\n\n

What kind of civil disobedience is appropriate when all other peaceful methods have failed to right a wrong? <\/p>\n\n\n\n

What kind of actions are needed to stop racially motivated killings? <\/p>\n\n\n\n

What means do we have to shift the value attached to preserving property compared to the value of preserving human health and life (on all fronts, not just the direct killing through police, but the endangerment through exposure to to lethal diseases or hunger, poverty, environmental degradation, lack of education, science phobia etc etc.) <\/p>\n\n\n\n

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How do we become conscious of language that uses a passive mode for protestors gettin hurt (the journalist lost her eye when struck by a projectile,) versus an active mode when protesters act (they laid a dumpster fire)?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

How do we change the fact that we judge the protestors by the most violent elements among them (those rioting looters), versus allowing the “a few bad apples” schema application for structural police violence<\/a>?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

What price are we willing to pay for changing a system that is inherently unjust? What are our personal ethics when it comes to giving up privilege? <\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Some of the answers can be found here<\/a>: I have recommended Kendi’s book before. (#HowToBeAnAntiracist by @DrIbram is sold out on Amazon and third party sellers on that site are engaging in major price gouging. Please order on @Bookshop_Org or from any indie such @PoliticsProse or @Shakespeare_Co.)<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Some of the answers can be found by honestly looking into the mirror; a closer look might reveal a paper-thin membrane between the truth and denial, one that could easily be ripped off to allow living up to our purported ethics. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Here is Lianne La Havas singing Paperthin<\/a>. I chose this music because it is about human connectedness, not afraid of strong emotions, and as immediate, un-artifical a musical experience s we can have right now. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

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And here is evidence of a red thread through history, particularly for minority groups who always suffered from state-sanctioned prosecution.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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