Month: August 2024

bookmark_borderWise words from Arlington amicus brief

Posted on by Marissa

According to an email that I received from the organization Defend Arlington, several amicus briefs were recently filed in the litigation surrounding the atrocity that was committed at Arlington National Cemetery.

The organizations filing amicus briefs in support of reversing the despicable atrocity include the Foundation for Moral Law, the Society for the Preservation of Jewish Civil War History, the Virginia Council, Guardians of American History, Hood’s Texas Brigade, and Veterans Monuments of America.

I was struck by the following quote by the Foundation for Moral Law:

Sadly, the Reconciliation monument – erected in 1914 to reconcile and bring closure to harsh feelings about the War, and to honor those who fought bravely for their homes and families – is now being sacrificed on an altar of political correctness. Not only is Arlington National Cemetery being deprived of what is arguably its most impressive and beautiful work of art, but the relatives and survivors of those who are buried in that section of the Century are also being deprived of this Monument to their ancestors, all because someone thinks they should not have to be exposed to ideas with which they disagree.

I would go even further and argue that not only do the worshippers of political correctness believe that they should not have to be exposed to ideas with which they disagree; they believe that they should not have to be exposed to the existence of people that they dislike. The defining quality of political correctness (and “woke” ideology, which is a synonym for political correctness) is intolerance for people who are different. Believers in this ideology possess complete and utter intolerance for people who are different from them. Essentially, they believe that people who are different from them should not be allowed to exist. (Many people would say that I am exaggerating by claiming this, but I truly don’t think I am.) This is extremely ironic, given that this ideology purports to be all about diversity and inclusion. In reality, it is about the opposite: conformity, compliance, and obedience to authority.

The Virginia Council, for their part, argued that by committing the atrocity, the Department of Defense “frustrated national historic preservation policy and contributed to the proliferation of cancel culture.” That, I would argue, is an understatement.

If you are interested in supporting the organization fighting back against the Arlington atrocity, you can visit their website at DefendArlington.org. You can also view the press release about the amicus briefs here.

bookmark_borderAn example of the bias of Yahoo News

Posted on by Marissa

While checking my email the other day, I came across this infuriating set of headlines on Yahoo:

I can almost hear the awe and admiration in the author’s voice when reading the headline about Harris’s “historic speech” as the “first Black woman and first person of South Asian descent to accept a major party’s presidential nomination.”

Meanwhile, Trump’s reason for doubting election results is sneeringly dismissed as “baseless.” 

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: News articles and headlines are required to be neutral. This is the entire purpose of the news media. News articles, and their headlines, must contain information only, without opinions or value judgments.

Despite this, Yahoo, as well as other media outlets, has a pattern of consistently portraying one party’s politicians in glowing terms while criticizing, condemning, shaming, attacking, and calling attention to every possible negative thing about, political figures of the other party. Because the things that have been going on in this country over the past few years are so triggering to me, I almost never read news articles. Yahoo’s disdain for people whose political views differ from those of the establishment is so blatant that its existence is obvious merely from looking at headlines. Given that the entire purpose of the news media is to present facts only, and to abstain entirely from voicing opinions, this situation is completely unacceptable.

To characterize something as “baseless” is an insult, not a piece of information. Therefore, it is unacceptable for a news headline to contain this word. (Unless it is part of a quote by a person whom the article is quoting… but that is not the case here. “Baseless” is the headline writer’s own word.)

It is mentally exhausting to be made to feel shamed, insulted, and attacked day in and day out for having political beliefs that are different from the majority. Shame on Yahoo for their repeated use of bigoted, biased, pejorative, and sneering headlines.

bookmark_borderMy top moments of the Olympics

Posted on by Marissa

The Olympics have come to an end nearly a week ago, and I am still recovering from the overstimulation and information overload that watching them entails. I have finally found the time and energy to put together a list of my most memorable moments of the Games, so without further ado, here they are:

The wonderful equestrian competitions at Versailles – I have a strong affinity for anything involving horses, so the equestrian competition is probably my favorite thing in any Olympic games. I enjoyed the equestrian events at these Olympics in particular because of their amazingly beautiful setting. It was so cool to see the Chateau de Versailles in the background during the dressage and jumping competitions, and to watch the cross-country competition that took horses and riders on a trek around the grounds. Some of the highlights were Laura Collett and London 52 setting an Olympic record for best-ever dressage score, and the U.S. show jumping team winning silver, making Laura Kraut the oldest female Olympic medalist since 1906.

Egyptian fencer Mohamed El Sayed – The bronze medal match in men’s epee was the first fencing competition that I watched in these Olympics, and El Sayed’s victory over Tibor Andrasfi of Hungary really left an impression on me. Turning on the TV one afternoon towards the beginning of the Games, I happened to catch the end of the match and El Sayed’s exuberant celebration. This was also my first glimpse of the amazing venue, the Grand Palais, with elegant patterns projected onto its high ceilings and competitors entering via a balcony and proceeding down a sweeping staircase to the piste.

Stephen Nedoroscik’s pommel horse routine – How could I not include this? The world fell in love with the nerdy pommel horse specialist while watching him wait nearly three hours to perform his routine during the team competition. Endearingly, he passed the time by going through the motions of his routine in his now-famous “pommel horse dance,” as well as by solving a Rubik’s cube. The most hilarious moment, in my opinion, was when the team was screaming and jumping up and down to celebrate Brody Malone’s strong routine, with Stephen sitting solemnly in the background, looking up just long enough to crack the briefest of smiles. Ultimately, not only did he clinch the bronze medal for the U.S. team, but he won an individual bronze on pommel horse as well.

Tom Daley ending his career on a high note – The legendary British diver won silver in the synchronized platform competition with his partner, Noah Williams. Already a veteran of 3 Olympics and a gold medalist in the 2021 Tokyo games, Daley returned to diving at the request of his 5-year-old son, Robbie. I found it endearing when Noah said, in a post-competition interview, that the best part of the Olympics was getting to compete in front of Tom’s family, and that the thing that made him most nervous was the possibility of disappointing them.

Getting to know David Popovici – I initially didn’t know much about this Romanian swimmer, and didn’t particularly care about or root for him. But NBC’s “puff piece” about him made me a fan. I found his nickname of “Chlorine Daddy” hilarious, I loved the scenes of Bucharest that they showed during the piece, and I really admire Popovici’s unabashed sense of pride in being from Romania. He ended up winning the gold in the 200 meter freestyle, as well as the bronze in the 100 meter freestyle.

Surprise gold for Sarah Sjostrom – This Swedish swimmer won gold in both the 100 meter and 50 meter freestyle at the relatively advanced age of 30. She was exuberant during a post-race interview, explaining that she wasn’t even planning to race the 100 meters, but her coach insisted she give it a try. “I didn’t think a thirty-year-old woman could win this event,” she said.

Kayak cross – This was a new sport in the 2024 Olympics, involving kayakers racing down a whitewater rapids like course. The competitors had to navigate around slalom gates, were required to flip upside down in their kayaks in the “roll zone,” and could push and shove each other out of the way. Although I had never heard of this sport before, I found it highly unique and entertaining and couldn’t stop watching whenever it showed up on my TV screen.

An emotional victory for Novak Djokovic– I am usually not interested in tennis at all, but I have been a fan of Djokovic ever since he was banned from competing in the Australian Open because of declining the covid vaccine. An Olympic gold medal was the one accomplishment missing from his legendary career, until now. One could tell by his emotional reaction how important the victory was to him. Even if you’re not a tennis fan, Djokovic’s gold medal was not only a triumph for him individually but also for medical freedom.

Alice D’Amato making history for Italy – As much as I like Simone Biles, Suni Lee, and their amazing teammates, the U.S. female gymnasts are so dominant that it is not really exciting when they win. I always enjoy rooting for underdogs, and Alice D’Amato of Italy definitely qualified as such going into the balance beam final. Amidst falls and mistakes by the favorites, Alice took the gold with her beautiful routine, becoming the first ever Italian woman to win a gold medal in gymnastics.

Gold for Italian skeet shooting team – When the Italian pair of Diana Bacosi and Gabriele Rossetti won gold in the mixed team skeet shooting competition, their enthusiasm was contagious. I loved seeing them standing atop the podium and singing along to their national anthem. Afterward, Rossetti said that he dedicated the medal to his late father and coach, Bruno. “We believed in each other and that made the difference,” he added.

The amazing call of the women’s cycling pursuit – Cycling is another sport that I’m usually not really into. But Steve Schlanger’s play by play commentary made it impossible not to be excited during the women’s team pursuit final, which was won by the U.S. team of Kristen Faulkner, Chloe Dygert, Lily Williams, and Jennifer Valente. “A lung-busting, heart-stopping surge!” he exclaimed. “And it’s going to be team USA! An epic gold medal! A breathtaking 4-minute masterpiece, as American cycling rides to another glorious golden moment in Paris!”

An unexpected Olympic experience for Noah Lyles – Admittedly, I’ve never been a huge fan of Lyles. He is one of those athletes who wins almost every time he competes, and I have also found him arrogant and conceited. But I was impressed that Lyles managed to win bronze in the 200 meters despite having covid. It is difficult to accomplish even mundane tasks when you feel lousy, let alone win an Olympic medal. Although this was not the way that Lyles, or anyone for that matter, envisioned his Olympic experience, it made him seem more human, and somehow made me like him more. Plus, the image of Lyles collapsing to the track in exhaustion after the race was a perfect metaphor for how I felt as the Olympics came to a close – tired, depleted, not entirely happy with the way that things went, but glad for it to be over, and proud of myself for handling it as well as I did.

bookmark_borderSociety’s appalling inconsistency regarding Ukraine and the Confederacy

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“Fighting for freedom, fighting for the right to live peacefully and independently”

During the Olympics, one of the commentators used these words to characterize the efforts of Ukraine during their war with Russia.

And it struck me that this is exactly what the Confederate States of America was doing during the war with the United States from 1861 to 1865.

The Ukrainian people are deified and worshipped by our society, praised effusively at nearly every opportunity for their bravery, resilience, and strength. People fall all over themselves in their eagerness to express their solidarity. During sporting events like the Olympics, audiences are reminded, again and again, about how inspirational the Ukrainian athletes are, the difficult conditions they’ve had to overcome, the sacrifices they’ve made, and the fact that they are fighting for something larger than themselves.

Yet the Confederates, who were fighting for the exact same thing, receive the exact opposite treatment. They are unanimously condemned as racists, white supremacists, “traitors,” and “insurrectionists” (as if defying authority is somehow bad). It is accepted as self-evident that they do not deserve to be honored in any way. Their names erased from streets, buildings, and military bases, their commemorations canceled, their monuments sickeningly destroyed in a systematic and relentless campaign of obliteration.

In the eyes of society, fighting for freedom is noble and honorable when done by Ukrainians, but “treason” and “insurrection” when done by southern Americans.

The fact that two nations, fighting for the same thing, are treated so differently, demonstrates the utter hypocrisy and lack of logic of our society.

Freedom. The right to live peacefully and independently.

These are things that all people deserve. These are things that the people of the Confederate States of America deserved just as much as the people of Ukraine do.

bookmark_borderThe agony and the ecstasy of the Olympics for me as an autistic person

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For me as an autistic person, the Olympics is one of the most exciting things in the world, and also one of the most torturous. Sports are one of my special interests, so one would think that the Olympics would be heaven for me, with two and a half weeks of non-stop coverage of gymnastics, swimming, diving, track and field, equestrian, fencing, shooting, and more. But this is the exact reason why the Olympics have the potential to become my own personal hell. A hell filled with overwhelm, stress, chaos, mental exhaustion, and information overload.

I will start by explaining why I love Olympic sports so much. I think what I like most about watching sports is that they have clear procedures, rules, and processes for determining the winner. Every sport has a system, whether that consists of judges giving scores for each competitor’s routine, a horse and rider receiving faults for each rail they knock down, or simply a clock determining who crosses the finish line first. No one knows in advance who the winner is going to be, but one can expect that the competition will unfold according to a familiar and predictable process. For me, watching a sports competition means watching it in its entirety, from beginning to end. It means watching all the coverage that is available. I love to watch the entire process unfold, from the opening video montage, to the heats with dozens of competitors that no one has ever heard of, to the semifinals, to the finals, to the post-race interviews of the winner(s).

As anyone who has glimpsed the Olympics broadcast schedule knows, the sheer amount of coverage is so huge that it is impossible for one person to watch it all. And this makes my brain go crazy. I have a perfectionistic, completionist mindset, to put it mildly. I am a very all-or-nothing person. If I am into something, I tend to become really obsessed with it. If I like something, I am not content merely to have a little bit of it; I want all of it. I find it preferable not to do something at all, than to do it in a way that falls short of my standards of completeness. So when the Olympics come around every two years, I don’t want to miss any of the coverage. I want to watch it all. But because of the enormous amount of coverage, missing some of it is unavoidable. The result is having to make excruciating, nearly impossible decisions about which events to watch and which to miss.

Leading up to this Olympics, I knew that it was going to be a challenge. I knew that difficult decisions would need to be made. I knew that I would likely need to set my alarm in the morning, that I might need to record certain events to watch later, and that I would have to minimize (and carefully time) outings outside of my house. But I was up for a challenge. I was mentally prepared, and I was excited. I had spent hours upon hours catching up on all of the Olympic trials coverage that I had missed over the past couple of months due to my work schedule. I had worked hard to put myself in a position that would give me the best possible chance at success.

Watching the hour-long intro show that aired before the very first events of the Games – preliminary soccer matches that took place two days before the opening ceremony – I was happy and optimistic. The video montages were exciting and the commentary interesting. Everything was elegant and appealing, from the NBC studio in Paris, to the pictograms that represent each sport, to the fonts and graphics used during the broadcast. It was particularly cool to see images of the statues, monuments, and famous buildings in Paris, and I was hopeful that watching the Games unfold among these iconic landmarks would be somewhat healing after the traumatic events involving statues that I’ve detailed at length in previous blog posts. 

But then, shortly before the opening ceremony on Friday, June 26, I checked the TV listings for the following day (Saturday) in preparation for planning a watching strategy. And what I saw made me sick to my stomach. Watching these Olympics was not going to be a challenge; it was going to be impossible.

The competitions started as early as 3:30 in the morning and continued throughout the entire morning and afternoon, usually on 3 or even 4 networks at once. The idea of waking up at 3:30 seemed ridiculous, but recording these events would not work either, because there was no window of sports-free time later in the day in which to watch them. And missing out on these events would be completely unacceptable. The sports taking place at ungodly hours weren’t limited to the ones that I (comparatively) don’t care much about, such as soccer, handball, rugby, cycling, table tennis, badminton, and wrestling. Nor were they merely “borderline” sports like rowing, kayaking, and archery. The ridiculously early sports included my favorites, such as equestrian, diving, swimming, and gymnastics. Missing those would defeat the entire purpose of watching the Olympics.

In other words, even after narrowing down the sports as much as I possibly could, even after eliminating all but the absolute must-watch events… the amount was still not even close to being manageable. 

So my brain exploded. I screamed at the top of my lungs, again and again and again. I pounded my feet on the floor. I punched the walls and the couch. I threw various objects. 

After this explosion of rage, I made the decision to boycott the Olympics. Given that NBC’s coverage choices made it impossible for me to watch in a way that was acceptable to me, I preferred not to watch at all. I was so angry that the mere thought of the Olympics filled me with disgust. 

The following day, I woke up feeling like someone was hammering an ice pick into my forehead. It was the worst pain I have ever experienced. Not only was I completely unable to function, but merely existing was agony. The pain made it impossible to sleep, and neither Tylenol nor aspirin did anything to relieve it. The only activity that was possible for me to do was lying in bed in excruciating pain. The entire day was essentially lost. Watching the Olympics, even if I had changed my mind and decided to do so after all, was impossible. 

But as night fell, the agony finally abated. I realized that the Olympics primetime show was starting soon. And I decided to put it on. Watching the abridged versions of the day’s competitions, knowing that I had missed out on the full, live versions, was a foreign and bizarre experience for me. It was simultaneously torturous and interesting and enjoyable at the same time.

When the broadcast ended, I pulled up the TV listings for the following day. The feelings of overwhelm and frustration started to return. Gymnastics and equestrian were again slated for 4:00 in the morning, followed shortly thereafter by swimming and then archery and then more swimming. I could set my alarm for 6:00 and miss only one session of gymnastics qualifying, I thought to myself. I could set it for 8:00 and miss two sessions but at least catch archery. Or I could set it for 10:15 to ensure that I at least woke up in time for the second session of swimming. I went to bed feeling unsettled, but not nearly as out-of-control as I had felt the night before. 

Miraculously, I woke up, without having set an alarm, at 7:30. Turning on the TV mid-competition, and therefore missing the beginning, is completely at odds with the way that my brain works, but that is exactly what I did. With the early morning sun casting beams of light across my living room, I watched the heats of the men’s individual medley and heard the crowd’s chanting for Leon Marchand reverberate through the stadium. Over the next few hours, I flipped back and forth between channels, catching portions of swimming, gymnastics, archery, equestrian, shooting, basketball, canoe slalom, and skateboarding.

It was painful to watch the third subdivision of women’s gymnastics qualifications, knowing that I had missed the first two, and it was similarly torturous to watch the cross-country equestrian competition, knowing that I had missed the dressage round in which a competitor had set a record for the best-ever score. But I enjoyed getting to experience a variety of different sports, and getting to watch them live, at the time that they were actually unfolding. I enjoyed switching from channel to channel to check out what was happening. I enjoyed watching gymnasts of all different countries, some of whom I’m not familiar with, and some of whom I recognized because they competed in the NCAA. I liked the introductory video to the equestrian competition, which explained the scoring system. I enjoyed the fencing competition, held in the magnificent, theater-like venue called the Grand Palais. And I even enjoyed catching a few minutes of skateboarding and basketball, even though these are not sports that I’m usually super interested in. 

It turns out that losing an entire day, although excruciating in terms of both the physical pain and the sports missed, was necessary. The way that I had been approaching things was not working, and my body and brain forced me to stop. Losing an entire day allowed me to reset, to approach the Olympics with a completely different attitude, and to rediscover what had made sports my special interest in the first place.

Because in addition to the fact that they have systems and rules, I love sports because they make me feel connected to the world around me. I love to watch competitions unfold in real time, knowing that others all over the world are watching them as well. I love that no one knows what the outcome is going to be, and that everyone simultaneously finds out the result in real time. It makes me happy to know that I am watching sports together with millions of people, even though I don’t know them and am not interacting with them

With previous Olympics, I watched as many live sports as humanly possible, and I recorded the rest. Inevitably, the recordings would pile up to a point where I felt that I had no choice but to stay up late trying to get them watched. Inevitably, the second round of a competition would come on before I had a chance to watch the recording of the first round, and I would have to either watch the rounds out of order, or record the second round too. Inevitably, I would begin to cram in a few minutes of recordings here and there whenever I had a spare moment, causing me to miss the beginnings of live competitions when they invariably started earlier than I expected, and also causing me to miss out on the experience of watching Olympic sports that I wouldn’t necessarily have sought out. In general, this way of watching the Olympics created a jumbled, chaotic sports mess that was no longer enjoyable. The sports had gradually transformed over the years, from something fun into something that needed to get watched, a task that had to get done, an item on my to-do list that I aimed to get rid of as quickly as possible. Paradoxically, as I became more and more into sports, the thing that made me enjoy sports in the first place, had been lost.

Over the past couple of weeks, I have been getting up at a reasonable hour and simply watching whichever sports I can, while forcing myself to be okay with missing the rest. Watching the Olympics with this new philosophy has been simultaneously agonizing and exhilarating. Doing anything in a way that falls short of perfection is completely at odds with the way that my brain works. It is a situation in which no option feels right, but I feel that this one is better than the alternatives of either missing out on the Games entirely, or completely destroying both my sleep schedule and my brain in a futile attempt to catch everything. I am proud of myself for being able to adopt this new approach, because I know that the past version of me wouldn’t be able to do so. I am not an Olympic athlete, but in a way, I am doing the impossible every day of these Olympics, and I think that is pretty impressive.