You should like this one, Jim Murray. When I first heard of the death of Kim Jong-il, I was riddled with the hope that his son would become a great leader—bringing his country, and perhaps the world, into a new era of light and enlightenment. What a shmuck I was. As a psychologist and a behaviorist, I look deep into... Continue Reading →
It is well-known that Justice for the poor is rarely met. https://www.scu.edu/ethics/focus-areas/more/resources/equal-justice-under-law/ https://worldjusticeproject.org/sites/default/files/486481access_to_justice_in_the_united_states_virginia_lawyer_12-10.pdf In speaking to a legal representative about a case I was involved in, he told me that lawyers often defer to professionals even in cases where professionals have acted unethically. He further told me that he suspected it was all relative to how much... Continue Reading →
I tripped across this email lodged in a 2008 file. I was an Obama supporter. The email pretty much speaks for itself. I’m going to go a bit Jim Murray -esk here. I do not generally do politics. I relegate it to parlor talk. Politics generates too much passion. But I get involved on a meager level... Continue Reading →
I’m not driven to tears often. I see myself as staunch and stoic. Last night, however, I found my face bathed in that salty fluid as I listened to myself assure a victim of a crime that justice would now be done.
“They know about him now,” I said. “They’ll do something.”
It is an interview I taped on 9/28/1992. I listened as life occasionally interrupted the conversation I had with Judy. My sons came in and out of my room, and my beloved dogs barked. Judy choked back tears as she told me her story—a horrific one in my eyes. An eleven-year-old girl fearing for her life as she was sexually assaulted; her young brother hunkering down with her in what they called their fort in the attic telling tales of assault, too. Her mother, addicted to prescription drugs by the offending doctor, proclaiming to the doctor that he…
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I went to physical therapy yesterday. I met Shira, a very competent professional. As we were working on my hands, I began to recount my experiences as a child, and she said, “I don’t want to hear it.” I told her five children die every day from parental abuse and that was the particular brick wall I... Continue Reading →