Monday, July 28, 2014

Birth Control Via Hysterectomy



I’m very taken with “Song of Rita Joe, Autobiography of and a Mi'maq poet,"which my summer reading group will be discussing later this week. Rita Joe was born in 1932 on an Indian reservation in Cape Breton, Nova Scotia.  Her very early life was poor but also warm and happy.  After her mother died in childbirth, when Rita was five, the child live in a series of Native foster homes until her father was able to reunite the family for one year.  Then when she was ten her father died, and she went to live with a much older half brother and his wife.  That household was so bedeviled by alcohol and neglect that Rita contacted the authorities and asked to be sent to a residential school. The school, run by nuns, operated in a highly regimented manner.  Rita lived there from ages 12 to 16.  After graduating from eighth grade she left to work in Halifax.  In reaction against having her spiritual life so highly organized, she stayed away from church for a year.  She also began drinking rather freely and got involved in a naive and needy way with any man who paid attention to her.  By the time she was twenty, she had given birth to three babies by three different men.  The first she turned over to her older, married sister to adopt.  

While engaged to be married she met a charming Native man whose impulsive proposal she accepted.  Frank Joe, her husband was fond of one of her two children but persuaded her to give the other one to her sister who could find a home for it.  During the next fifteen years Rita and Frank had eight children together. In spite of his many good qualities and despite the love they bore each other, the marriage was tumultuous in large part because of Frank’s womanizing, his drinking and his abusive behavior. 

Rita did not write about her husband’s abuse until after he’d died.  She did finally speak of it earlier, however, and it’s when she went public that he shaped up.  She would leave their home for days, the older children looking after the younger, and seek out elders and other wise people to confide in.  She had come up with the idea that peer pressure can change abusers for the good.  When Rita was pregnant with her last child, her mother-in-law, who was tough and had never allowed either of her husbands to abuse her and who had come to love Rita as though she were her own, smacked Frank as hard as she could with a block of wood and yelled, “Don’t you ever lay a hand on Rita again as long as you live!”  And he never did. Before this time several people, including her mother-in-law warned Rita that she was acting like a doormat.  It’s when she stopped trying to hide the abuse—which, nevertheless, was obvious to others in the community—that matters began to improve.  Eventually, Frank gave up drinking and pursued higher education.  

In her mid-thirties, Rita had a hysterectomy. Although the author doesn't blame her husband for her gynecological problems I can imagine that the severe beatings she alludes to might have played a role."...I was having a hard time with bleeding, miscarriages and stillborn children.  There came a time when the doctor said to me, 'If you want to live for the other children, you must have a hysterectomy.'

"'Yes!' I said. 'Of course I want to live.' I knew what it was like to be without a mother and I didn't want that for my children.  I went to see a priest and told him about this choice. 'You have to make up your own mind.  I cannot tell you what to do,' he said. 'Do what your heart tells you.'  

My heart told me that I should be with the children I had. Excuse me, God, I said, I do not want to die like my mother. I have to do it this way."



It was about this time that Rita began writing the poetry that eventually led to her national fame in Canada.

 

Saturday, July 19, 2014

"Conservative"--Generational Shifts in Meaning


Yikes, my last post was in October. I've been busy with other writing projects, but this summer I'm going to seek out more women to interview.


In the meantime, here are some snippets of stories that have set me contemplating about the shifting meaning of the word "conservative." At a talk at the Catholic Worker in Manhattan, progressive theologian Roger Haight, S.J., said that after he spoke at a university, a group of Catholic men who styled themselves as conservative asked to meet with him. “They considered themselves very Orthodox,” 70-year-old Fr.Haight mused, “Yet, one after the other was living with a girlfriend.”(And, I assume, using artificial birth control.)



After Mass on a  recent Sunday, I overheard a conversation between the 83-year-old pastor of a country parish we attend in the summer and a nineteen-year-old parishioner.  The young woman, who has belonged to the parish all her life and always greets the pastor with a hug, was telling him, apparently in answer to his question, that she wouldn’t be marrying any time soon, that when she did she wouldn’t be having kids right away and that when she did have kids she wouldn’t be staying home with them. “Then who will?” asked the priest, who, based on his homilies I would label conservative. 

“My husband, maybe,” she answered.  Both were laughing, the good feelings between them seemingly undisturbed by the chasm between her mileniall stance and his Orthodox training.

A friend my age described a young couple’s Catholicism as “very conservative.” 

“So, they don’t practice birth control?”  I asked.  

“Oh, they practice birth control. They’re not that conservative!”