Monday, January 23, 2023

The Healthcare Arch

 The way I see it, healthcare in Mississippi works kind of like a roman arch.  Created by the Mississippi legislature in a rare moment of clarity, the University Medical Center forms the keystone.  To its right and left are St Dominic Hospital and Baptist Hospital.  To their right and left are Methodist Rehab and SV Montgomery VA Medical Center.  Under these five stones, every other clinic and practitioner, and facility in Mississippi forms the columnar base of the system.  

Right now, some of the stones in the base are starting to fray and crumble, but as long as the arch itself is sound, sick people in Mississippi can get the help they need.  Real roman arches can last for thousands of years.  This one has lasted a little over a hundred.  We've tried a few times to build some redundancy into the system, but they always failed.  Monitoring and maintaining the strength and integrity of these five stones is probably the most important thing going on in central Mississippi and Jackson.  

There was a time when we didn't have this structure, and Mississippians suffered because of it.  It's vitally important that our legislative and executive branches work to maintain the stability and strength of every part of our health care system.  We don't have a backup structure in case they don't.


Monster Children

Every parent, no matter who they are, wants just one thing.  They want the most expedient, obstacle-free, most easily defined path for their children to feel happiness and fulfillment.  That's it.  No politics, no agenda, nothing "woke"; just help me find a way for my child to be happy.  That's true if the child is dyslexic and prone to being overweight like I was, or autistic, athletic, or even transgender.  They just want their child to be happy.  

I've spent nearly sixty years studying monsters.  You could say I'm an expert, so maybe what I have to say is worth listening to.  Someone is writing bills to make some Mississippi children, who didn't do anything wrong, feel like monsters.  They're doing it for easy political gain, not to address any real issue the state or the state's other children are facing.

It started when cable television programmers tried to make channels dedicated to art and history, culture and science flopped.  People said they wanted to watch these things, but when presented with that choice on their home televisions, they chose more salacious programming, like wrestling and gossip shows. 

Because they'd already spent a great deal of money creating and placing these channels, their executives decided to borrow a page from PT. Barnham and started filling their channels about art and history, and science with freak shows.  One Thousand Pound Sisters.  Big World, Little People.  Honey Boo Boo, Doctor Pimple Popper, and a show about a small transgender child called Jazz.

Like the people in the other shows, The parents of Jazz, and Jazz herself, believed they were raising awareness of the issue, normalizing it, and educating people about it to help other transgender kids on their journey, but the suits back in New York knew exactly what they were doing.  They were charging people a penny a head to see the freak show, and although Jazz wasn't as successful as Honey BooBoo, the pain and trauma this child was going through made them a great deal of money.  It made some money for Jazz and her parents, but nothing compared to what the producers were taking in.

I Am Jazz, on the Learning Channel, did help raise awareness in some people, but it raised alarm in others.  The increase in public awareness of Jazz and her journey made some people afraid that these transgender children would invade their world, and very soon, you started to see legislation about where transgender children can pee, what sports they can participate in, and most recently, who can pay for their medical care and when.  

The best and most recent scientific study suggests that approximately .8 to 1.3 percent of all American children are or may self-describe as transgender.  To put this in perspective, in the most recent study, 19.7 percent of American children are obese, yet despite their much larger numbers, there is almost no legislation restricting the lives of obese children and very little legislation providing for the education and treatment of obese children, and zero legislation restricting the medical treatment of obese children, although there are some very sketchy and questionable treatments available for the condition. 

When I was coming up, there was precisely one openly transgender person at my school.  He was female to male, and to my perception, they seemed very isolated.  Hardly anyone ever talked to them.  In retrospect, I wish I had, but introducing myself to anyone without a specific business plan or purpose was pretty much just not going to happen in those days.  It's pretty rare now.  I had a teammate who liked to bully them, but in ways where he couldn't get in trouble for bullying, "Are you a dude?  You look like a dude.  Why do you want to be a dude?  Are you gonna play football, dude?"  

Watching all this was pretty uncomfortable for me.  I loved my school.  I've recently made moves to reconcile myself with it.  There was one area where St. Andrews was flawed in those days, though.  When there was a student with particular challenges, like autism or deafness, or transgenderism, nobody ever took us aside and said, "this is what's going on with your classmate, and this is the best way to respond."  Sometimes my parents would address these issues with me, and there were times when Mitch Myers would unofficially take us aside and talk about what a classmate was going through, but more often than not, most of these things we kids worked out on our own and poorly.

The legislation you see coming out of certain conservative states, states like Mississippi, has the effect of making transgender kids seem like a threat to people who may not have any exposure to them.  There are conservative politicians actively working to make parents afraid of transgender children and promising legislation to help protect their children from these monstrous, woke, transgender children.  No child is a monster, but I know some politicians that are

Making people worried or afraid of where transgender children pee or what sports they play, or what medical procedures they have is just plain evil.  Whatever else they are, they are children.  The best people to design the life path for transgender children are their parents, their doctors, their teachers, and themselves, not some fearmongering politician looking to attract votes with a meme about transgender kids.  

The parents of transgender children want what every parent wants.  They want a chance for their child to feel happy, to have friends, to feel fulfilled and accomplished in life.  They're not forcing their children on your children out of some twisted political agenda.  They're just searching for a world where their child can exist and have a chance at happiness, just like yours.  They're not monsters.  They deserve better than what they're getting in Mississippi.

 

Saturday, January 21, 2023

Elephant Dinner

When I do stuff at Millsaps, people sometimes act weird when I tell them who I am, so a lot of times, I just don't tell them.  It's different with theater people.  They don't know me from my dad or my uncle or the building; they know me from Brent and Lance.  That makes all the difference in the world.  I earned that.  They know I've got paint under my fingernails, just like them.  They know I've spent midnights at Waffflehouse, running lines with a friend, or eating at two a.m. because we've been backstage since four p.m. just like them.  That's just the point.  I'm just like them; come back to support them, to help them feel like the effort they're making is appreciated and worthwhile.

 When I go to ball games, they have no idea who I am.  They don't know I've been going to basketball games at what they're now calling the Hangar Dome since before their parents were children.  They know who Anne McMaster is or Pat Taylor.  "Hey, that's that teacher; what's his name? That's pretty cool they come to the games.  I like that."  They don't know that Tommy Meriweather and I used to carry water and towels for the Lady Majors since before their parents met, but that's the point.  I'm just some random old guy, taking the time to come to their game, taking the time to show that I appreciate what they're doing, that I appreciate that they chose Millsaps.  To them, I'm just some random old guy.  But I'm one guy, and one guy matters.  One guy sees them.  One guy appreciates them.  Maybe sometimes they'll recognize that I've been there before.  "Is that somebody's dad?"

My dad accomplished some pretty remarkable stuff in life.  I was physically there when a lot of it happened, and even I don't know how he did most of it.  Daddy had a pretty simple philosophy in life.  It wasn't Mississippi "awe shucks" false modesty, either.  It's what he deeply believed.  

"Daddy, I've got this big, intimidating task ahead of me.  I don't know how I'm gonna accomplish it."

"Buddy, how do you eat an elephant?"

"One bite at a time?"

"One bite at a time."

It's not an understatement to say I have a second chance at life.  A year ago, I could barely move.  Now I move better than some of you and getting stronger every day.  One of the first things I thought about when I realized I had a second chance at life and what I was going to do with it was, "I've got to do something about Millsaps." 

We function best with around eleven hundred students.  We're not there right now.  There are reasons why we're not there right now, but reasons don't really matter; we still have to get there from here.  We have to eat this elephant.  

I don't have any of Daddy's magic.  I wish I did.  But, I do have determination and devotion, implacability, steadfastness, commitment, and intent.  I can be that old guy at every concert, every ball game, every lecture, and every time the doors open, I can be there.  I don't have Daddy's skills, but I have some skills, and I'm loading that chamber and bringing them to bear.  

I'm a big fan of Rob Pearigen.  If he gets sick, Phoebe is pretty strong herself.  Since this summer, I've been taking the time to get to know the current faculty and administration, and staff.  Some of them I knew from my own time as a student, but the others I'm learning fast what their skills and abilities are.  They're our army.  They're also people who have precisely the same goals that I have in this matter, and that's important.  I'm learning I have strong and capable allies, much more capable than I.  That matters.

"So, who's that old guy that goes to our games?"

"Just some old guy.  He might be crazy."

"Crazy?  How?"

"He says he's here to eat elephants."

"That's crazy; nobody eats elephants."

"Apparently, he does."




Tuesday, January 17, 2023

Learning To Fly

 As he cut the chains away from the bird's wings, the young man said, "I've freed you.  You're free now.  Aren't you grateful I've freed you?  Fly away now.  Show everyone how well you can fly."

The bird blinked and moved and raised his head to the new sun.  His wings, puny and shrunken and atrophied, never used, feathers worn away from where the chains bound him.  He stretched his neck and stretched his legs toward the new sun, but these wings didn't work or look or move like the man who freed him, and when he dared leap into the air, these wings couldn't bear him.

"I told you so."  Said the old man.  "They ain't like us.  They ain't made for flyin'.  Can't you see how he's struggling to try?  You wasted your time cutting the chains away.  They were better off the way they were."

The young man said, "Come on, little bird.  Show them you can fly.  I told everyone you could fly.  Don't make me look foolish.  Please, little bird, won't you fly?"

"I couldn't fly either, at first."  Said the child.  "I had no feathers, and you couldn't even tell my wings were more than just useless stubs on my side, but with love and patience, and time, I learned to fly.  This little bird isn't so different from me.  He'll be my friend, and we'll fly together."

"You're wasting your time!"  Said the old man.  "They're no good.  They never were any good, and they'll never fly!'

"Everyone is good," The child said.  "It's my time to waste.  You made your choices in life.  This is mine.  You may be right.  You may be wrong.  But, I'm going to find out for myself what is right and what is wrong because I'm not taking the word of a man who puts birds in chains."


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