Sunday, December 6, 2015

Thinking About Shaming, Especially Online

I have been thinking a lot lately about shaming, especially shaming online.

This is partly sparked by reading a fascinating book by Jon Ronson called You Have Been Publicly Shamed. Ronson likes to explore odd things happening in the world. In The Psychopath Test he looks at how there's a test supposedly determining who is and isn't a psychopath and he interviews those tested who deny they are psychopaths. He's the guy that wrote the book The Men Who Stare At Goats, which sparked the movie.

In his new book he talks to those who have been shamed, looking into just how far some of the lives have been destroyed, as well as those who do the shaming and how they feel knowing how badly things got out of control.

But more than that shaming has been on my mind because there seems to be soooo much shaming going on right now, especially on the Internet.

Of course, there has always been shaming. What were the stockades back around the Revolutionary War but shaming? There are judges still, and Ronson talks to one, whose punishment for criminals is having them publicly holding signs detailing their crimes and standing up to ridicule, a public shaming of sorts. NPR has a good piece exploring this topic here:

But the shaming seems to be happening both more often, and to crazier depths, online. Rarely a week goes by without at least two Facebook trending stories where it seems as if everyone is piling on, shaming someone. They seem to be often about one of two things, both of which people object to. One is those hurting animals (and so we had the one in the last week about someone duct taping a dogs mouth shut) and the other is racist and/or questionable behavior by police. Both are wrong but just how far do you go to object to it?

I have three recent moments of shaming fresh in my mind and a fourth where I felt the pull and started to do some shaming myself.

One of the most memorable piece of shaming in the last year was probably when that dentist killed Cecil, the lion. There were petitions and memes and everyone went wild criticizing and shaming the guy. Did he do an awful thing? Yes. Does shaming someone like that accomplish much?

Part of what I see as the problem with shaming in the electronic age is that it's not just what you see on Facebook, the petitions, the calls on someone to take action against him. What often happens additionally, though, is groups like Anonymous and 4chan (where people can post anything they want anonymously) get into it and release private phone numbers and soon the person often loses their job, as if he must be a bad dentist since he was mean enough to kill poor Cecil. It's the piling on and going too far that bugs me.

But, damn, it's tempting and sooo easy to do. This is the yin and yang of online shaming - its so easy, just click share or sign your name and boom, you've done it. And you often feel good about it because you're thinking, "Yeah, I did something good today.!"

The Cecil piling on was shamed a bit in response. This is the part that gets a bit weird. This is where, in that instance, people fighting for important issues in America rightly note that there's more crucial problems to fight in America rather than everyone piling on a dentist. And so there was a response meme saying, essentially, do we need to put on a lion's mask to get your attention? Why do people care more about the death of a lion than the death of a black woman while in police custody?

As one tweet put it, "The Gospel teaches us that we should be more upset about the death of , than tragedy with Cecil the lion." You saw that explored a bit here.

Similarly, remember when the Paris attacks happened and it seemed like every American's Facebook page suddenly had posters and photos about how they are praying and caring for Paris. Then people pointed out, correctly, that it was odd everyone was praying for Paris when there were terrorist attacks that seem week in Lebanon and elsewhere. And so people amended their posters and photo to say "praying for Paris....and Lebanon and.."

If that oversight had been pointed out gently then cool. But the way the memes I saw most often went it said something along the lines "You are only praying for France because they, like you, are White." And THAT is shaming. And this time it wasn't a person being shamed,

No, this time it was like EVERY WHITE American was shamed. How did that feel? I've been asking people that question, about the implication that they were somehow racist if they paid more attention to Paris than other places. The most common response is to blame the news media which, of course, was going wall-to-wall and Page one with its coverage of Paris and minimal coverage of other places. It's a fair point, I think, because if you don't know about the other attacks than how are you going to know to pray for these places. Personally, I felt a bit ignorant.

Do these people feel bad that they didn't know about the other events? Mostly the response I've received has been more complicated, they they are upset the media isn't giving them more coverage of the other attacks. And they think, as I do, that to chalk it up as racism is too simplistic since there are other factors involved including the long history between the U.S. and France.

This is a good piece on the topic:  We Need to Put More Thought — and Less Shame — Into Our Conversations About Paris and Beirut on Social Media
So when we have situations like those two, Cecil and Paris, and just this week those folks shaming politicians who pray instead of taking actions, what is being accomplished? Well, I think those doing the shaming feel they are succeeding in making a point and some of those points are valid but is the way they are going about things accomplishing things in a gentle or a rude way? And does that matter?

That also brought up the matter of whether posting Facebook memes, in that case calling on people not to pray for the shootings in California but rather to take actions immediately. Mostly their focus was on the politicians, but that was unclear in many memes I saw. As someone whose response was to pray first and maybe take action, be it a rally or a vigil or whatever, later, I felt shamed.

And then my reaction shifted to "Wait, are those posting memes taking action themselves?" To me action means talking with your feet, standing up literally for what you believe in, not typing what you believe in or, in this case, cut-and-pasting or "sharing" what you believe in with a a few simple clicks. Standing up to power, not typing to power.

Time for a confession: I jumped onto this shaming train a few months ago. What drove me to do it was that guy, Martin Shkreli. He is the former hedge fund manager who bought the rights to a 62-year-old drug called Daraprim and immediately gouged the price from $13.50 a pill to an unbelievable $750! That was more than a 5000 percent jump overnight,

That made me sick. So I decided, I am going to shame this man. I started a series of Tweets and Facebook posts to shame this guy. Then I had two questions come up. Does my church, which is Unitarian Universalist, believe in shaming folks and, related question, what am I actually trying to do here? The answer to the second was embarrass the hell out of this guy. But do people change their behavior based on being shamed and embarrassed? Maybe but more likely they change when they see the benefit in changing and that's not really something happening during shaming.

And that's part of what I heard back. I tagged my Rev. Meg and Rev. Chris on Facebook and said, um, what's our stance on shaming? And Meg wrote, I'm paraphrasing here, we don't shame. We believe in rising up, showing people the positive instead of criticizing and putting down.

So that experience gave me more food for thought.

Ronson's book, as well as Ted Talks he has done like this one, points out another downside of shaming which is that it goes way further than most people involved in the shaming probably ever want or imagine.. Often the targets of shaming receive death threats and when it's a woman being shamed they are often threats of rape.

In one case Ronson writes about a man, being shamed for something he said that some considered inappropriate, who noted online he had lost his job and his life was in ruins because of this shaming campaign against him. That sparked a counter shaming campaign, against his will, in which the person doing the original shaming is then shamed.... she lost her job too,  and she was getting anonymous rape and death threats... and it all seems so extreme and ugly and, wow. .

I am still sorting out my own feelings about shaming. Is it ever right?

For example, when there's video of a cop in a school hurting a student, no matter the reason, people go ballistic and I sometimes join them. They campaign to get the person fired, there are sudden new Change.Org petitions, etc.

But at some point the campaign goes from demanding justice to shaming that person and often it soon extends to shaming the whole police department and, some times, that is followed by people shaming all police. And I have objections to that. One thing I say often, especially on Facebook, is that I object to all stereotyping and generalizations, be it about cops or about, say, those suggesting everyone who is Islam supports or helps Islam.  But people will stereotype and group and generalize because it's easy. I call it Lazy Thinking. And I think a lot of shaming is also Lazy Thinking.

Here's a tough question I'll ask you to think about and post your response. Do you have anyone in your family who is at least a little bit racist? When you see them over the holidays are you going to confront them about their prejudices and stereotypes?

Now when you hear about someone on Facebook or Twitter saying or doing something racist are you going to join an already ongoing campaign to both bring justice to that person and shame them?

I think what's happening is people are doing what's easy, which is shaming others for racism and other prejudices, while not doing the harder job of explaining, to their own friends and family, say, why All Lives Matters is NOT an adequate response to Black Lives Matter, why it's not acceptable for ones ignorance of Muslims to be an excuse for making jokes about Muslims having bombs, let alone excusing the idea that we only want refugees if they are Christian, that all Syrians are bad.

Anyway that's some of what I have been thinking about lately.

Now I can return to my usual thoughts like how best to prepare for the Zombie Apocalypse and the benefits and consequences of time travel and why fast food restaurants always give you six ketchup packets when you say no, you don't want ketchup but on those occasions when you DO ask for it, you get three. And is it hoarding to save said ketchup?

Enjoy the rest of your weekend

Saturday, December 5, 2015

Reflecting On A Funnier Police Story

So...I'm working in Lake Havasu, Arizona, the hottest place in the world on some summer days. How hot was it? It was so hot one day we actually did try to cook an egg on the sidewalk... and put a story on our attempt on the front page but the project went bad since my co-conspirators weren't sure how to best prepare or cook an egg. Yes, that really happened. Anyway...

We get a press release from the Sheriff's Department.
Seems they went looking for a fellow who skipped bond. They followed him to a hotel and thought they found him but he got away.

They were asking for the public's help in finding the scofflaw.

Could be a short police brief but something about the story sounded weird so I started digging.
And then things grew more fun.

Through an interview with an embarrassed deputy I gathered up some info and then I called the motel manager to see if she knew what happened.

"Course I do, sugar, I own the place," she said.

"And do you know the accused, a Mr. Smith?"

"He's my boyfriend."

"Do you know what happened?"
The resulting article was a bit something like this:

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Man digs hole through hotel wall, evades police capture.

A Lake Havasu man avoided police capture Thursday by burrowing a hole through a hotel wall and walking unnoticed out a hotel room while Sheriff's deputies stood guarding the door next door.

Hotel manager Jean Smith said she called the deputies when her boyfriend, John Smith, showed up because she knew he wasn't supposed to be out yet.

She rented John a room and then told the cops what room he was in.

But she recognized some of the cops and grew worried they might do some harm, she said.So she called and warned him, she said.

Four police officers stood by the door after a fifth knocked on.They were standing there ready to apprehend the suspect, she said.

Meanwhile, he used a knife to cut through the hotel wall.He walked out, looked at the officers and kept on going, she said.

While she's glad he got away uninjured, she's not sure if she still considers him her boyfriend, she said.



That will depend on one condition, she said: Whether he will pay the $200 it is going to cost to replace the thin wall between rooms.

The Witness Stand: Memories

After graduating from college in 1991 I worked as a newspaper reporter in Southern California. Often the newspaper's sole reporter, I covered a variety of beats. Looking back on the work, though, the stories I remember the best are the ones I covered as a police reporter. On that beat you see the best and worst of people – well, more often the latter – and are left with memories, some good and some bad.

He was lying. It was obvious to everyone in the courtroom.

His mom, Kathy James of Aguanga, was smiling at him and he would look at her but couldn't look the prosecutor or anyone else in the eyes, even when they would bend down to be at the level of this child, who was seven. Or eight. Or nine.

He wasn't really sure what grade he would be in, or his age, because he couldn’t remember. It'd been a while, though, he said.

The question to him was simple: Where was his mom when the fire began?

The circumstances were less simple. His mom was accused of accidentally setting the fire as she cooked meth in her trailer. His two siblings, his younger brother and sister, died in the fire.
He looked like he wanted to cry but he also wanted so much to be tough and strong. He was, after all, now the man of the family.

The prosecutor, Michael Soccio, had worried this might happen so he had a tape of this boy telling the truth, telling him that his mom was sitting by the oven when a "ball of fire" flew out of it. The court called a recess and Soccio took the boy to Burger King and explained to him that he didn't want to show him to be a liar.

In tears, the boy later told at least snippets of the truth, enough that the jurors knew that he was lying to protect mommy. She looked pissed. If looks could kill… well, scratch that cliche. There’d been enough killing.

There was easily enough evidence to convict her. The courtroom was packed at times because this was the first time a district attorney in California was trying to charge someone with murder for a meth lab gone bad.

As a last ditch effort, her attorney agreed to put her on the stand.

She didn't do it, a defiant James told the court in what became one of the more remarkable things I ever saw on a witness stand.

"I didn't do it," she said.
"You mean you didn't cook drugs?"

"Well, yes, I did that."

"And you cooked drugs around your kids?"
"Oh, sure."

"But you didn't cook the drugs that resulted in a fire killing your kids?"

"Nope."

"And why not?"

"'Cause I'm too good," she said. Her "recipe" was failure-proof, she said.

She then went into a very detailed step-by-step description of exactly how she cooked meth. Jurors, reporters, everyone took detailed notes. Enough notes that I wondered if the notes would be collected and destroyed by the guards. It turned out later that the FBI was taping the trial and used her testimony for classes on the manufacture of meth.

She was one smooth, cocky, feisty meth-making woman.
What she was not was a sympathetic figure. And she forgot to mention that she had any sadness about the loss of her children. Juries notice those little details.

She was convicted and sentenced and her son is now with an aunt.



The whole matter was later voted story of the year by the readers of our newspaper but I just didn't feel like celebrating that news.

Memoir: Reflecting On One of the Worst Murder Cases I Ever Covered

While writing this memoir piece about reporting on fires, the memories came back on this case.

She almost got away with it. And my newspaper came close to acting as an accomplice of sorts, potentially leading to a libel trial.

It was one of the three darkest cases I ever covered, up there with the serial killer and the meth lab mom.

What made this one different was love, children and relationships, specifically how relationships gone bad can make people do things beyond understanding. The stereotypes of men being more violent than men also played a role.

It all began when a woman rushed into a small town (San Jacinto, CA.) police department office to announce that she feared her ex-husband was going to hurt her children. We'll come in a minute, they told her. No, you need to come right now, she insisted. They came and discovered two children dead, stabbed with a knife.

On Oct. 25, 1994 the woman, Dora Buenrostro, told the police she had feared the kids father had done something wrong because he was mad at her and she was right. A double murder is huge news in this region – almost unheard of. But there were more questions than answers: Where was the father? Where was her other child? Where was she when her kids were being killed?

The reporter on the story started writing a story with what we knew at the time, two kids dead and the father, ex-husband, Alex Buenrostro. appeared to be the killer. Nervous, an editor handed the story to me to cover (me having a few more years) experience. While I re-wrote the story to make it much more cautious and more clear that the father's exact involvement remained unknown the police dispatcher went crazy: They'd found the other child!

The child, dead from knife wounds, still strapped in a car safety seat, was found in an abandoned post office on a road connecting San Jacinto with Riverside. I drove to the scene to gather the scant information I could get. In the neck of Deidra, 4, they found a broken knife blade. She had also been stabbed with a pen.

I would never pass that post office again without thinking of that grisly scene and I passed by it daily for more than one year.

The location of the body raised questions. She suggested it was because her husband was headed back to his home in the Los Angeles area. But police realized it could also go the other way – it could also be her headed toward Los Angeles.

I forget some of the details and I don't want to guess at them so let's just say the next day's articles just stuck to the facts we knew – three children dead and the assailant unknown – and it's a damn good thing we did that. Because soon suspicion shifted from him to her.

Police, trailed by the media, found and questioned the children's father. But not only did he deny any crime, or being at the crime scene, he had an alibi.

She was soon charged with killing her kids, first the one in the car seat then the other two at home. There was a two day gap between the killings away from her house and the two at her home. I found that detail, that two days between killing her 4-year-old and then stabbing in the throat her sleeping children, Susana, 9, and Vicente, 8, more disturbing in a way than if she did all her killing at once.
Her mental competency was questioned, which seemed to be a pre-trial move made by all the murder suspects I'd covered. Soon came the inevitable battle of experts on whether she was sane.

I covered the preliminary hearings. I'll never forget one where she not only ignored the public defender's attempts to keep her silent but yelled at a judge to have the guards stop putting snakes and poisons in her cell and I had to wonder myself about her sanity. If she was putting on a show that woman deserved an Oscar.

I moved on to other stories and other cases.
In July 1998 she was found guilty of first degree murder.

In October 1998 Buenrostro, then 38, was sentenced to death and she remains on death row.

Friday, December 4, 2015

A Good Read Especially If You Want To Better Understand Families of Folks With Special Needs

Today I finished Sarah Barnes' book, A Different Road, and tonight I met both her and her daughter, Meredith, at Quacks. We all shared chocolate. Yum.
The book, by the former Austin Stateman reporter, is excellent and quite moving, I highly recommend it. I sent her tonight my interview questions and the finished product will be published on BookPeople's Internet site within a week as a way to promote both the book and a book signing by her. That book signing is at 7 pm Dec. 11.
Her book describes what it's been like to raise a daughter with an atypical brain, the challenges and frustrations, the victories and accomplishments, I was at times cheering for her and tearing up for her. I told my charge the tears were due to allergies.smile emoticon
I'm honored to help promote the book. I hope it gets much media attention and coverage. Many can learn a lot from this book and Barnes' story.

You know the expression, "Write what you know"?"How about an amendment: "Do interviews about what you know."
Details on the book and this story are here

Thinking About Beauty and Zombies

One of the things I find fascinating about working with people with autism, and that some probably find maddening, is trying to understand the jumps from one topic to another with seemingly no connection between them.

For example...

My middle school charge was mentioning today that the girls of a woman he meant the other day were "beautiful" (he looked at me as he said the word, probably since I recently got him to replace the adjective "hot" with "beautiful," since I'd prefer he tell some girl his age she's beautiful instead of "you're hot!")... Them without skipping a beat or taking a breath he asked me my plans for the Zombie Apocalypse, as if it was something on our agenda. Haircut, check. Lunch, check, Park, check. Zombie apocalypse?

Before answering I asked him to help me understand that leap of topics... Was it that he went from beautiful to the least beautiful things in the world, namely zombies? Or he wondered if he'd still like those girls if they were zombies? He wasn't sure and found my questions hilarious (he's a great audience).

Then I tried to think of something interesting to say about the Zombie Apocalypse that had not already been said.

What I came up with (I'm proud of my ability to think quick, what I call my improv skills) was this:
"Well, I'm not crazy about the idea of eating other people so I'd enter the apocalypse loaded with lots of crackers and chips so I'd eat that instead of other people."

And what are your plans? He told me he'd kill as many zombies as he could. Well, then.... I thought quickly of a way to end this topic and return to something more reality-based so I said... well, before we go to lunch how about we make a deal?

What kind of deal?

I heard myself saying, "I promise I won't eat you if you don't eat me."

He agreed and we moved on to other topics.


‪#‎aglimpseofmylife‬

Tuesday, December 1, 2015

I'm interviewing Sarah Barnes, about life as a mom of a daughter with an imperfect brain

I'm interviewing Sarah Barnes!

I am consistently doing interviews with authors I know and love as well as some I'm new too. For example, today I received Austin thriller author Jeff Abbott's latest book and am excited to write about his latest action adventure.


But some interviews are more special than others. For example, I count the one I did with Michael Morton as extra special as he and his life (he spent almost 25 years in prison in Williamson County for killing his wife before being exonerated and released in 2011) demonstrated both how messed up our justice system is that an innocent man could spend decades behind bars for something he didnt do and that Morton had in himself to forgive all of the players involved.


Which brings me to a very special interview i'm going to do with Sarah Barnes of Austin, whose life changed when at
seven months a doctor told Sarah and her husband that their daughter, Meredith, has an imperfect brain. As the book
cover says,"happily-ever-after became differently-ever-after. Although they faced many obstacles, their determined
daughter helped them find hope and humor in the face of unthinkable challenge."


Sarah and I were both newspaper reporter but then we both veered in different directions yet we ended up now as interviewer and subject. While we met for the first time tonight I expect we're going to find some interesting intersections.

In columns for the Austin Statesman, Sarah has for years been chronicling her life with Meredith and challenges and successes and frustrations and
everything in between. This memoir is about those experiences and that journey.

I left journalism after 15 years when I didn't feel I was positively impacting the world in the way I wanted. I veered from education reporter to educator and quickly found my niche in special education and working with families with special needs.... some of them with families and children not unlike that of Sarah and Meredith.

There's also a nice small world moment here. The book has a nice plug on back from Sarah Bird (who i have heard great things of but have not yet read), who is the sister of a man, John Bird, who is part of the Austin Backgammon
Club I help run every week.

After seeing an article in the Statesman about Sarah writing this book all I had to do was mention her name to one of my employers, who I didn't even know knew her let alone was was friends with her... and then we connected.
Sarah has told her friend, and told me herself today when I picked up the book, how "honored" she is to be interviewed.


But I'm the one who feels honored, blessed that people let me enter their lives be it through interviews like this or through work I do and through other avenues. I just hope I honor them back with the resulting works.