Saturday, November 02, 2013

Gratitude on All Souls Day



Today is All Souls Day on the liturgical calendar, the day we remember all the departed. Here is my collect for this day:

O G-d, from whom all things come and to whom all things return: Grant to the departed the peace of your loving presence and to those left behind who remember them this day the hope of reunion with them. And when our time comes, O G-d, draw us also to your heart. For our hearts are restless until they find their rest in you. Amen.

This day I remember my saintly mother, Marjorie Webb Coverston, my dear cousin who died at 23, John David Coverston. I remember those who shaped me in younger life, my Great Aunt Helen Louise Coverston and my maternal Grandparents, Thomas Burton Webb and Avie Lee Webb. I remember my friends whose sorrows overwhelmed them and they took their own lives: Robert Hayes, Rusty Avera, Ed Pyatt. And I remember my mentor Robbie Thomas and her husband Bill and Joe Durocher, my boss at the Public Defender’s Office. These are but a few of the saints of my life to whom I owe an immense gratitude this day and whose leaving has diminished my life and the world their presence enriched.

Who would you remember this All Souls Day?

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The Rev. Harry Scott Coverston, J.D., Ph.D.
Member, Florida Bar (inactive status)
Priest, Episcopal Church (Dio. of El Camino Real, CA)
Lecturer: Religion and Cultural Studies
Osceola Campus, University of Central Florida, Kissimmee


 If the unexamined life is not worth living, surely an unexamined belief system, be it religious or political, is not worth holding.
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Sunday, October 06, 2013

Renouncing the Vanities: The Way of St. Francis




Sermon, Feast of St. Francis of Assisi
St. Richards Episcopal Church, Winter Park, FL
Sunday, October 7. 2013

Psalm 148:7-14
Matthew 11:25-30

COLLECT:  Most high, omnipotent, good Lord, grant your people grace to renounce gladly the vanities of this world; that, following the way of blessed Francis, we may for love of you delight in your whole creation with perfectness of joy; through Jesus Christ our Lord, who lives and reigns with you and the Holy Spirit, one God, for ever and ever. Amen.

 Let us begin this morning with a prayer from the Franciscan tradition called

The Absorbeat

May the power of your love, Lord Christ,
fiery and sweet as honey,
so absorb our hearts
as to withdraw them from all that is under heaven.
Grant that we may be ready
to die for love of your love,
who were so good as to die for love of our love. Amen

            I would like thank you for your kind invitation to preach this morning. And I need to point out that there is no small amount of pressure on the preacher who is delivering a sermon on the feast day of a saint whose most famous statement was, “Preach the Gospel at all times. Use words only when necessary!”  

            This is a joyful day on the church’s calendar. The Feast of St. Francis of Assisi is the event those of us who are owned by non-human animal companions look forward to each year. In the name of this saint, we come to our parish with our beloved furry, feathered, finned and scaled family members to have them blessed. In so doing, we recognize in a very intentional way the blessing that they are in our own lives every single day. All around us, creatures of G-d are making a joyful noise, singing a wondrous hymn to the Creator of all living beings.

The Prince of Fools’ Conversion

            Little wonder that Francis is often seen as the second most beloved saint in the Christian tradition right behind the Virgin Mary. So perhaps it would be helpful to know a little about this very human saint in whose name we gather this day.

            Francis was born the son of a prosperous cloth merchant in Assisi. As a well-to-do youth with no small sense of entitlement, Francis earned a reputation in Assisi as a hell raiser and rabble rouser. He was adored for his ability to sing and tell funny stories and was dubbed “The Prince of Fools” by his comrades.

            Like every noble family of late medieval Italy, Francis sought to win glory through service in the military. But he was captured by the nearby city-state Perugia, cast into prison awaiting his family’s ransom money. Francis emerged a broken man, without a sense of purpose or value. This was a man ripe for an encounter with the holy.

            Increasingly Francis became convinced that a life of unearned privilege lived in the face of abject poverty and suffering was indefensible. Leaving his father’s cloth factory behind, he began to spend long periods in the nearby woods and hillsides where he found immense beauty in the flora and fauna of central Italy. Ironically, while virtually every pet owner feels a kinship to St. Francis, we have no record of Francis every actually owning any pets. But he was enchanted by the beasts of the wild and was prone to preach to the birds. And he inevitably spoke of the image of G-d all living beings evidenced.

            What made Francis a saint, however, was not his love of the non-human animals. Rather, it was his love of very human animals living lives of misery - the many poor people at the bottom of medieval society’s social pyramid. If there was a single turning point in Francis’ life, it was his encounter with a leper outside the gates of Assisi one day. Lepers suffered not only the physical pain of deteriorating bodies, they also suffered from being outcast from family and friends, required to live lives of begging and desperation at the edge of the cities.

            The apocryphal story of Francis’ conversion resembles that of St. Paul. Francis encounters the leper, gets down from his horse, embraces the leper, cleans his sores and feeds him.  Thus would begin a long life of service to the poor and the sick that marks the Franciscan charism. Indeed, there is fairly strong evidence that the famed stigmata Francis bore was the result of his own contraction of leprosy.

            For Francis, the questions that would arise from that encounter would always be these: Where is the image of G-d on this human face hiding under the distressing disguise of poverty, sickness and social rejection? More importantly, what prevents me from seeing it?

Can We Renounce Them Gladly?

            In our collect today, we ask G-d to assist us in gladly renouncing the vanities of this world so that we might delight in the good creation – all of it.  This, the collect tells us, is what it means to follow the Way of Francis. But what are these vanities we must renounce and is it possible for us to renounce them gladly?

            Our psalm today gives us a starting place in answering those questions. The Psalmist implores us to “Praise the Lord from the earth!” and commences a litany of the goodness of creation – fire and hail, snow and fog, tempestuous winds – yes, even Tropical Storm Karen is a part of the good creation. It continues with mountains, trees, wild and domesticated beasts, and finally ends with the human animals - all peoples of all ages and every social rank.  The good creation is the means by which G-d is exalted. It reflects the divine splendor which extends over the whole earth and all the way into the heavens.  And it is the place where all of the children of G-d may delight.

            But the Way of Francis demands more than merely installing a tasteful statue of the good saint in our backyard birdbath. Following the Way of Francis is easier said than done, particularly when the vanities of this world are so appealing.

            One wonders how Francis would respond to the news from the Intergovernmental Panel of Climate Change last week. If the scientists are right, and they say they are now 95% certain, it would seem that the good creation is in fairly serious trouble. We might note that our own prayer book recognizes this concern in its reference to “This fragile earth, our island home.”  What happens when we ignore the fragility of the good creation? To what other island home could we possibly escape?

            What might a serious undertaking to follow the Way of Francis mean for the vehicles we buy, how we drive them and who rides in those vehicles with us? What might the Way of Francis say to us about the diet we eat, the foods imported from around the world that we take for granted, regardless of the impact on the good earth their production might entail? What might the Way of Francis say to us about our addiction to fast food, the hamburger whose beef is the most labor and materials intensive food human beings consume?

            Perhaps more importantly, what might the Way of Francis say to us about our addictive use of technologies that has become more dangerous than driving while intoxicated and that has spawned a decline in civility, a decimation of interpersonal skills and a deterioration in communication capabilities for people of all ages? I find no small amount of irony in the fact that as the state of our natural world deteriorates around us, we are less and less aware of it because we spend more and more time in virtual worlds idolatrously worshipping the work of our own hands.

Seeing the Little Ones

            The Way of Francis is also spelled out in our Gospel today. Jesus thanks G-d for revealing to the anawim, Hebrew for the little ones, the wisdom of the kingdom of heaven even as the Scribes and Pharisees, those seen as wise and intelligent, simply miss the picture altogether. No doubt, a G-d who reveals wisdom to the lowest members of Judean society while ignoring those believed to be worthy of receiving it would have been quite a shock to virtually everyone who heard Jesus say this.  Indeed, imagine how we would hear it today – “I thank the God who created heaven and earth who has hidden wisdom from the Wall Street brokers, the federal court judges, this university professor and revealed it to the hard hat construction worker, the HIV-infected prostitute and the sanitation worker. It is they who evidence gentle and humble hearts.”
           
            The Way of Francis demands that we see the image of G-d in the face of every living being, especially those in which that image is not immediately apparent. And when it is not readily visible, the Way of Francis requires that we ask ourselves what it is in ourselves that prevents us from seeing that image. For the follower of Jesus and Francis, becoming aware of one’s spiritual blindness is a life-long process. And it begins much closer than you might think.

            Last week in Pittsburgh, 83 year old Margaret Mary Vojtko, a languages professor at Duquesne University in Pittsburgh for more than a quarter of a century, was laid to rest. Margaret Mary was never tenured and worked as an adjunct instructor. Her job provided no health care and barely paid a living wage. As her health declined, her classes were cut by the university and at her death she was making less than $10,000 a year. When her cancer returned, Margaret Mary was scrambling to pay for treatment, was unable to pay to keep the electricity running in her crumbling home making it uninhabitable in winter. Her greatest concern at the time of her death was that she’d be turned over to the Orphans Court.

            There are a lot of Margaret Marys in higher education. I know because I work with them daily myself. Many of them virtually live in their cars, travelling from campus to campus to teach their one or two classes. We who are full-time employed condescendingly call them freeway flyers. But the dirty little secret of higher education is that universities like my own, which now advertises itself as the University of Comfort and Fun, find the money for Club Med dorms and multimillion dollar fitness centers in part by paying graduate educated adjunct faculty less than a living wage. To paraphrase the question I regularly pose to my undergraduates:

Comfort for whom? Fun at whose expense?

            For this to work, all of us who are the beneficiaries of this system – including myself - must engage in a systematic and sustained unseeing of that reality. We must refuse to acknowledge what is right in front of us. We must pretend we do not see and reassure ourselves that even if we did, there’s nothing we could ever do. We readily quote Jesus in saying “The poor you will always have with you” even as we readily omit the remainder of the passage in Mark: ”and you can help them anytime you want.” To unsee the other is to willfully enter into spiritual blindness. And yet, both Jesus and Francis say to us this morning, if you wish to follow me, you must see the working poor in front of you, acknowledge their humanity and begin the hard process of asking ourselves why we treat them as we do. 

            “Come to me all you that are weary and carrying heavy burdens…”

Following Francis or Fetishizing Him

            So, I ask us to consider this morning, who are the little ones in our own lives, the ones our culture tells us lack value and have no right to be recognized? What prevents us from seeing the image of G-d which is always there, lurking behind disguises of poverty, disease, social disapprobation? What do we have invested in the unseeing of those whose lives we all refuse to acknowledge? And what might we have to give up to see them long enough to recognize and honor the image of G-d which has always been there?

            Little wonder that in the collect this morning we pray that G-d will grant us sufficient grace to renounce the vanities of the world to follow the Way of Francis. We will certainly need G-d’s grace if we are to meet the demands of that calling. The question that remains for us this morning is whether we will choose to undertake the following of Francis or simply fetishize Francis with a tasteful statue in our birdbath and little more.

            I wish to close with a prayer actually written by a Benedictine, Sister Ruth Fox, OSB for a 1985 retreat but which well expresses the spirit of the Franciscan way. It is usually called the Franciscan Four Fold Blessing and I would ask you respond to each blessing with AMEN.

            May God bless you with a restless discomfort over easy answers, half- truths and superficial relationships so that you may live and love deep within your heart. AMEN.

            May God bless you with holy anger at injustice, oppression and exploitation of all living beings so that you may tirelessly work for justice, freedom and peace. AMEN.

            May God bless you with the gift of tears to shed with those who suffer from pain, rejection, hunger or the loss of all they cherish so that you may reach out your hand to comfort them and transform their pain into joy. AMEN.

            And may God bless you with enough foolishness to believe that you really can make a difference in this world so that you are able, with God’s grace, to do what others claim cannot be done. AMEN. 

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The Rev. Harry Scott Coverston, M.Div. J.D., Ph.D.
Member, Florida Bar (inactive status)
Priest, Episcopal Church (Dio. of El Camino Real, CA)
Instructor: Humanities, Religion, Philosophy of Law
University of Central Florida, Orlando


 If the unexamined life is not worth living, surely an unexamined belief system, be it religious or political, is not worth holding.
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Thursday, September 26, 2013

Who Protects Us from the Protectors?

This past week, two events reported by the local news have managed to shake even this bleary eyed hopeful cynic. As a result, I find myself wondering how long the current state of realities in an America I no longer recognize can hold.

Even Ham Sandwiches Can Be Indicted

The first occurred in nearby Deland. Last week a grand jury returned a decision not to prosecute a police officer who ran down a suspect fleeing on foot and killed him. Upon seeing the camcorder video of that event it’s hard to imagine how anyone could have come to a conclusion that  the perpetrator of this killing should not be charged with a crime. New York State chief judge Sol Wachtler was once quoted by Tom Wolfe in The Bonfire of the Vanities that "a grand jury would 'indict a ham sandwich” if that was what the prosecutor wanted.

One wonders how much the prosecutor wanted to pursue a murderous cop. Perhaps more troubling, one wonders how much the life of a black male victim is worth in this culture that seems intent upon setting their killers free, particularly when his killer is white.

The family of the decedent released the cop’s videocam recording this week. Here is what the public finally saw this past week.


I’m not sure what disturbs me most about the Ocala Post’s presentation of this video online. The opening of a recorded execution of a human being with an ad for a fast food restaurant turned my stomach. The association of food with death is not one I would want to make were I a businessman but I guess paid sponsors must get their money’s worth, even for providing recordings of the killing of human beings to the public.

The other aspect which troubled me was the warning on the screen before the actual video began: “May be disturbing to some.” Some? I don’t think I want to spend much time around anyone who was NOT disturbed by what followed in that video. And yet, I suspect that given the circumstances of this event, its perpetrator and its victim, the number who would not only not be disturbed but who would loudly defend the perpetrator of this atrocity could well be significant.

Execution in a Vegetable Garden

The video features an African-American suspect who fled a police traffic stop and was pursued by two police vehicles. The man was driving on a suspended license but who knows what else might have prompted him to flee. Perhaps a well-founded fear of what happened next.

With two cars hot in pursuit, the man turned down a side street, left his car and began to flee on foot. The officer in the car in which the video cam was installed pursued the man, leaving the paved road, driving onto private property, crashing through a fence and ultimately running down the fleeing suspect who had tripped and fallen. The last scene before the vehicle smashes into the man is the face of a black man full of the horror of his impending death.

The next thing one hears is the sound of the car smashing into the man's body and coming to rest on top of him. He ultimately died of suffocation in the mud of a vegetable garden. The lawyer hired by the family who helped insure the release of the camcorder video called the killing “an execution in a vegetable garden."

The officer has been fired from his job on the Deland Police Department. But he will not be held criminally liable for what is clearly a homicide. The Volusia County Grand Jury saw to that by voting not to indict the officer. Yet another black man has been killed and his killer has gotten away with murder. Literally.

Would the Designated Adult Please Identify Themselves Now?

The second event occurred much closer to home, on the UCF campus where I teach three days a week. On the six o’clock news, this video of an encounter between university police and a young woman, presumably a student, was broadcast:


The exchange between these two actors is disturbing. As I watched, the phrase I continually find myself saying these days came to mind: Would the designated adult please identify themselves now. 

Of course, that never happened.

The young woman is clearly argumentative and would try the patience of a saint. She is asked repeatedly to roll the window down so that the citation for improper equipment can be handed in for signing. She does roll the window down half-way which clearly provided enough room for the officer to hand in the clipboard with the citation and for her to hand back the signed citation.

But the officer continues to demand she roll it all the way down and the young woman continues to ask why that is necessary. He says it is for his safety but there is nothing to suggest that his safety is in jeopardy with a half-rolled down window citation exchange. My guess is that he wanted to look inside the car for any evidence of drugs. The university cops are a bit obsessive about that.

The officer then loses patience and begins to demand the woman get out of the car completely. When he sticks his hands inside the window to open the door (clearly his safety was not in too much jeopardy or he would not have done that) she makes the mistake of rolling the window up and nearly pinching his fingers in the process. He begins to shout that she either roll the window down or he would break it. When she says she’s recording the event on her camera, he takes his baton and smashes her window, opens her door, throws the woman to the pavement and arrests her.

The time counter on the bottom of the video records that this entire incident took place in 3:41 time. 

Neither Imprudence nor Impatience Create an Imperative

In all fairness, the impudence of this uncooperative young woman was astounding. Her demeanor was extremely trying at the very least. While she was within her rights to question the stop (it is a common law right to resist an unlawful stop and without knowing why she’d been stopped, she had no way of knowing why the stop had been made) she is obligated by the motor vehicle code to sign citations when stopped by police officers.

Moreover, as I have often counseled my clients and my students, if you are stopped by a police officer, if you insist upon giving up your right to silence, begin whatever you say with Sir or Ma’am depending upon the gender identification of the officer. As a friend said, she could have prevented the whole thing by being more cooperative.

Prudence suggests that she exercised poor judgment in this incident at the very least. But a failure in prudence is not a crime. And neither impudence nor impatience justifies an abuse of authority and the exercise of excessive force by a police officer, much less $250 worth of damages to an automobile.

With Great Power Comes Great Responsibilities

Society entrusts law enforcement with the authority to detain people, to exercise force when necessary and to carry weapons to assist them in their job duties in the last resort. These are major entrustments. And with them come major responsibilities. In this, the campus officer was a miserable failure.

There was nothing in this situation that suggested that the officer’s life was in danger. Thus, the use of force was not justified from the beginning. As noted above, this entire incident occurred in just over three and a half minutes. What was the rush? The young woman was clearly not going anywhere. A few minutes sitting in a car whose engine was turned off absorbing the hot Florida sun would no doubt have soon prompted a desire to complete the ticket transaction and move on. Moreover, the citation could easily have been executed through the half open window. Indeed, it happens all the time. And questioning an officer about a detention is hardly the stuff of resisting and opposing. It’s everyday life.

If the woman made any mistake legally it was attempting to roll the window up on the officer’s fingers. Not only was it rude but she could have injured the officer. But, again, this came after the officer refused to execute the citation through the space in the half-opened window when he had the opportunity to do so with absolutely no danger to his person. His refusal to simply execute the citation suggests he was not simply interested in a routine traffic stop. And his demands that the woman roll the window all the way down to do so ultimately served to escalate the confrontation.

Is it unfair to ask police to deal with uncooperative motorists? Hardly. Is it unreasonable to insist that they exercise patience in these exchanges? Hardly. The demand for instant gratification may be tolerable in small children. But we expect more of adults, particularly those we authorize to carry weapons in our names. That is especially true of those adults who would deign to assume a parent/child role with their fellow citizens.

A Troubling Context

These events arise in a a troubling context. They come in the wake of a seriously flawed trial in which the killer of unarmed black teenager Trayvon Martin ultimately got away with murder. That was a gift from a nearly all-white jury which refused to hold his killer responsible for the ultimate results of his use of a gun allegedly in the name of Neighborhood Watch. 

They come at the end of a week in which a new Miss America of Indian ancestry became the instant target of a slew of racist and xenophobic tweets within seconds of her crowning. Accused of everything from being a foreigner (she was born in New York, the state which sent her to the pageant) to being a terrorist, the  vitriol which exploded throughout the Twitosphere revealed a mean-spirited racism which ought to make all Americans more than a little uncomfortable.

They also occur within two years of a similar event on our campus involving a former colleague, J.L. Vest. In her stop she was humiliated by this same campus police force on the major highway in front of the university, detained for two hours while enduring racial epithets and charges of being a drug addict and bodily searched twice as students and fellow faculty passed by in their car. All of this was triggered by a supposed “routine traffic stop” for a taillight and escalated when her half used heart medicine in a medicine vial was found in her car. Little wonder people stopped by this police force are reluctant to roll down their windows or get out of their cars.

At the grievance hearing the university was required to convene, the university denied any wrong doing and said its officer had simply failed to exercise common courtesy. Dr. Vest has since left the university, the state and academia entirely. It is our loss.

Finally, these events occur in the context of a concerted effort in Republican led legislatures across the country to disenfranchise working poor voters, many of them people of color. Having recognized the bankruptcy of their policies, Republicans know they cannot win elections by simply offering their ideas to the voters for approval. So now they seek to stack the deck in the elections shutting the working poor and people of color out of the process. The sadism of this strategy is astounding: the working poor and people of color are targeted by policies and practices serving the interests of the largely white middle and upper classes and then prevented from participating in the elections in which their grievances could be redressed.

¡Impunidad! - When Does Krakatoa Finally Erupt?

This pattern is hardly unfamiliar to me. All across Latin America I have seen the word “Impunidad!” (impunity) spray painted on walls and structures, a feeble protest against atrocities committed by government agents during the day and paramilitaries during the night, often involving the same persons. The genocidal atrocities in places like Nicaragua, El Salvador and Guatemala are horrific. But the refusal of the state to take any responsibility for those atrocities  (often because the judges fear reprisals themselves with good reason) leads to the spray painted outcries against impunity – the commission of abuses against human beings by those who know they will walk away with no consequences.

The pattern of atrocities committed with impunity I observed in a Latin America in which the poor have been routinely excluded from the governing and judicial processes was unjust and intolerable. But I was a visitor in those countries with no right to pass judgments while there. I do expect more from my own country where I am a citizen. And I do expect the Constitution to actually be followed.

Two questions linger in my mind as I consider all these events. The first is where the line will finally be drawn by the working poor and people of color in our society who refuse to accept any more injustice with impunity. I ride the city bus to work each day, partly to avoid having to deal with university police, and I sense there is a low level of class and racial tension among its riders of color daily. When will the unforeseen straw that breaks the camel’s back appear prompting an angry pushback against injustice with impunity across our nation?

When does our Krakatoa finally erupt?

This status quo is not sustainable. As Yeats would say, its center cannot hold. I fear the depth and breadth of that eruption should the coercive force that currently holds it in check waver even for a second. The tidal wave of blind rage pent up for so many years and untold tears may be quite devastating.

Indeed, America may not be able to recover from it.

In the meantime, another question comes to mind as I remember why I was so angry for most of the five years I worked in juvenile defense law first as public defender and later as private attorney. When those sworn to protect us become liabilities to our safety and well being, to whom can we turn for protection?

Who protects us from the protectors?

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The Rev. Harry Scott Coverston, J.D., Ph.D.
Member, Florida Bar (inactive status)
Priest, Episcopal Church (Dio. of El Camino Real, CA)

Lecturer: Religion and Cultural Studies, Humanities, Philosophy of Law
Osceola Regional Campus
University of Central Florida, Orlando

 If the unexamined life is not worth living, surely an unexamined belief system, be it religious or political, is not worth holding.


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