Saturday, January 03, 2015

CIA Torture Box




When the Senate released the results of its investigation in the techniques used by the CIA on detainees, many of my students had a hard time visualizing the size of the box. They could understand the reference to the  "casket sized box" at least one detainee was kept in for over eleven days but the measurements, especially when reported in centimeters didn't register. I drew (as best I could) a picture on the board but that only helped a bit. Some students, especially the smaller ones made comments like, "that wouldn't be so bad." So over Christmas break I scrounged enough scrap wood from my shed to build one. The dimensions in the report were listed at 21" x 30" x 30." None of the reports specified if these were the inside or outside dimensions so I made them the inside dimensions. 

 

When I was putting it together it actually seemed a bit bigger than what I thought it might be. Still I can't imagine spending more than a minute or two in the box let alone the 29 hours Abu Zubaida spent in the box. This was after spending over 11 days in the casket sized box. If you want more details you can read them at: http://www.washingtonpost.com/blogs/worldviews/wp/2014/12/09/the-10-most-harrowing-excerpts-from-the-cia-interrogation-report/

Hopefully this helps students and maybe others visualize the harshness of the techniques used by people representing the U.S. government. A nation which claims to be the moral beacon of the world should be down on its knees begging forgiveness.





Historical Thinking and Other Unnatural Acts: Charting the Future of Teaching the Past by Sam Wineburg

Historical Thinking and Other Unnatural Acts: Charting the Future of Teaching the Past (Critical Perspectives on the Past)Historical Thinking and Other Unnatural Acts: Charting the Future of Teaching the Past by Sam Wineburg
My rating: 3 of 5 stars

I got a hold of this book primarily because of the title. It reminded me of a comment I read along the lines that any adult who willingly closes the door behind him as he enters a roomful of 16 year olds to teach them history has got to be nuts. I’ve been willingly closing the door for the last twenty years.
Read the first chapter, then skip to the last two chapters. If I had done this I would give the book four stars. Instead I read the whole thing. The chapters in between quickly reminded me why I avoided as many education courses as possible.
Wineburg asks important questions about the understanding of history, the teaching of history, and collective memory. Fourteen years after the publication of Wineburg’s book, the teaching of history remains controversial at best, deadly boring at its worst. So my advice, make it enjoyable, develop a thick skin, don’t worry too much about making people (students/parents) mad, (it is amazing the research students will do when they want to prove you wrong,) and hope you have a supportive principal.


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Sleeping Preacher by Julia Kasdorf

Sleeping Preacher Sleeping Preacher by Julia Kasdorf
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

Thought provoking poems which sparked memories of my own experience.
Having the only television in the extended family, considering what to wear when going to church with Beachy Amish relatives, (short sleeves are worldly and immodest even on a male, let alone one trying to grow sideburns.) Feeling part of, yet different, the transition from rural to urban, even the regular Sunday night menu. Maybe I like them because they reflect some of my own families experience. I imagine most folks from small rural towns who have ventured to larger places will find themes which resonate.


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The Body and the Book: Writing from a Mennonite Life: Essays and Poems by Julia Spicher Kasdorf

The Body and the Book: Writing from a Mennonite Life: Essays and PoemsThe Body and the Book: Writing from a Mennonite Life: Essays and Poems by Julia Spicher Kasdorf
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

Reading this was a bit like I imagine a historical therapy session might be. Kasdorf’s essays reflect on the back stories of her poems, the creative process, her relationship to her family and community of origin, and that sometimes strange group of people called Mennonites. Kasdorf’s writings prompted lots of memories, thoughts, and reflections, responses I hope she would appreciate from her readers.
For someone like me, a Mennonite whose family moved every 4-5 years in and out Mennonite communities in Iowa,  it was easy to identify with being part of, yet different, of easily fitting in because of my name and lineage, yet always feeling I wasn’t quite normal. Being the only family in the “freindschaft” who had a television made us popular whenever the Hawkeyes games were aired, but not so much at other times. Living in Philadelphia and being part of the Germantown Mennonite group referred to briefly by Kasdorf, was life changing, yet now back in the Kalona area it is not something easily talked about. Kasdorf gives voice to these thoughts and feelings but like most writers I appreciate, she asks more questions than she answers.


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