Restoration

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April 2, 2026- I watched an episode of “Chicago PD’ on restorative justice, this evening. Like all procedurals, this one took some twists and turns, but ended up with the back story of the attempt at restorative justice. The offender was killed, as it turned out, by his actual victim.

It became another case of a woman killing her male assailant. The police did everything they could, to advise the young woman and prepare her for what she might face in the correctional facility, pending trial. The story reflected what is an all too common occurrence in criminal law: A battered woman, or girl, fights back and either maims or kills, in self-defense. The legal system puts an emphasis on the “rights” of the male and puts the full burden on the female.

There are two aspects to this phenomenon that I would like to address here. First, there is an overemphasis, in popular culture and in its attendant media, on the physicality of human existence. The physical attributes of a human being are stressed, and become the initial basis for a relationship. Men feel pressured to “score” with attractive women. Women are held to a certain standard, from which deviation is grounds for various sanctions. Most of us have been there, to one degree or another.

We are though, at our core, spiritual beings. The most enduring relationships are always those that are rooted in a spiritual bond. Physical attractiveness is bound to fade, at one point or another. It is no mistake that the “ties that bind” are always based on the “inside” aspect of “beautiful, inside and out.” In my own life, I probably felt closer to my late wife in the time of her physical decline than in our earlier years together. The inner beauty never faded, but became clearer, as her life edged towards a close.

The second aspect is derived from patriarchy. The idea that men and women have set roles to play in the course of society, and there should be no deviation from those roles, is the mark of a culture that is hemmed in by its own hand-and is hoist of its own petard. It penalizes females who don’t play by the rules, which are, essentially, that there are separate codes for men and women to follow. In its worst form, women are categorized as property of a male. Men, from heads of family to pimps, have used this to maintain an inordinate amount of control over the women and girls in their midst.

A society, in which the unique gifts of every human being are valued and celebrated, will not continue to let such an unbalanced system continue to rule the conduct of daily affairs. Replacing patriarchy with equanimity is the only way out of the box in which we have, as a society, imprisoned ourselves.

Comely

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June 25, 2024- Mother has been unequivocal, all these years, about us sons not dwelling upon the physical appearance of this young lady or that woman. We were taught, early on, not to stare at people, or to make untoward remarks or comments on anyone’s appearance. “You will get your mouth washed out with soap!” That applied equally as much to cussing, in general, but she and Dad both stressed that our job, as boys and as men, was to safeguard the rights of women and girls.

She has been the comeliest of women, so that admonition had valid roots. No one in my circle ever said anything remotely disrespectful about her; we were hard-wired in that way. My memories of her, growing up, were centered though, not on appearance, except as a marker of self-esteem and of respect for those around us. We were taught to dress nicely for school, for medical and dental appointments and for formal social occasions. Mostly, though, how we looked was an indicator of how we regarded the people around us.

When it came time for me to choose a mate, I valued Penny’s intellect, spirituality and musical bent, even more than her beauty. We had the old Amish adage: “Good cookin’ lasts; good lookin’ don’t” on our stove, for a good period of the time we were together. She looked lovely anyway, but that was a bonus. The same is true now, with someone who has drawn me in, with her spirituality, vibrant air, common sense and gentle demeanor. That K is comely is also a bonus.

All the souls gone on will no doubt be glad for those of us who have reached that point in our lives, where we treasure that old Amish adage.