Thursday, 10 March 2011

Outrageous


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This was written by Shelby Knox and I thought the story needed to be passed around because this is absolutely outrageous and needs to be set right. How can people think like this and how can be it supported by a mass media thought to be rather reliable. It's like spewing... I can't believe this actually happened. Shame on them.




Tell the New York Times to Apologize for Blaming a Child for Her Gang Rape




Targeting: Arthur S. Brisbane (Public Editor, The New York Times), Bill Keller (Executive Editor, The New York Times), and Arthur Sulzberger Jr (Publisher, The New York Times)
Started by: Shelby Knox
On March 8th the New York Times published a story by James C. McKinley Jr. titled "Vicious Assault Shakes Texas Town." The assault it described was, indeed, heinous: an 11-year-old was gang raped in an abandoned trailer house by as many as 18 men, with suspects ranging in age from middle school students to a 27-year-old. The attack came to light because several of the suspects took cell phone video of the assault.
Also appalling was the way in which New York Times reporter James C. McKinley reported the victim blaming sentiments of members of the Texas community in which the rape occurred as truth. McKinley insinuated the young woman had it coming, writing, "They said she dressed older than her age, wearing makeup and fashions more appropriate to a woman in her 20s. She would hang out with teenage boys at a playground, some said."
Mr. McKinley also gave ink to community members who are more concerned about the impact raping a child will have on the suspects than being raped will have on the young victim. Mr. McKinley quoted Sheila Harrison as saying, "“These boys have to live with this the rest of their lives.”
1 in 4 American women will be sexually assaulted in their lifetime. A culture that blames victims for being raped - for what they were wearing, where they were, and who they were with - rather than blaming the rapist is a culture that tacitly condones rape. A society that is more concerned with how being held accountable for rape will impact the perpetrator than for the well being of the victim is a society that doesn't take rape seriously.
The New York Times contributed to this dangerous culture by publishing this article by Mr. McKinley without asking him to edit out his and community members' editorial victim blaming.
Tell the New York Times to issue a published apology for their coverage of this incident and publish an editorial from a victim's rights expert on how victim blaming in the media contributes to the prevalance of sexual assault. No one ever deserves to be raped and no victim should ever be told it was their fault. New York Times, we expect better. We demand better.
by Shelby Knox 

Wirklich? Ja, leider....

Ich glaubs ja nicht. Manche Leute... ich glaub je naeher wir an die Examen kommen, umso komischer werden sie. Wir haben diese Woche unsere Examen, also, in der Woche die Morgen fertig ist. Ich hatte all meine Examen heute und hab noch zwei Morgen. Soweit... naja, ich denk nicht schlecht, aber wenn schlecht, dann wars ja auf jeden fall nicht meine Schuld. Der Lehrer. Der Lehrer....
Ich hab Law Enforcement mit ihm und der kann das einfach nicht. Er erklaert uns was, und wenn jemand ihn was fragt versucht er das zu erklaeren. Als erstes haellt er mal Pause. Dann ueberlegt er. Dann erklaert er uns was ueber sein Polizerevier, er ist Lieutenant. Er sagt uns wie schlimm Polizist sein ist, wie wir das nicht verstehen und immernoch Polizist sein wollen, wie wir naive sind und solches Zeugs nicht verstehen. Also, sagt er uns jedes mal, dass er mehr weiss als wir und wir nur so Sachen vom Fernsehen kennen und alles glauben. Sehen wir so dumm aus? Ich denke nicht, eher macht er sich Lustig da, denn wir wissen warscheindlich mehr in seinem Feld als er.... Typish von solchen ignoranten Leuten. Aber egal... nur noch 2 Monate... Wir haten das Midterm Exam mit ihm heute. Er hat uns gesagt, wenn wir Fragen haben koennen wir ihn vor dem Exam fragen. Also, koennen wir das fragen, dass wir nicht verstehen, und haben dann genau 3 Minuten ziet um all das auch noch u lernen... total super ueberlegt von ihm.
Dann, Morgen hab ich ne andere Klasse, in der gibts ein Typ, ein unglaublicher Typ. Negativ gemeint. Der denkt auch so aehnlich, er wisse alles und wir haetten keine Idee. Er spricht zu Leuten als ob sie 4 Jahre alt sind und auch wenn er schlicht falsch ist kappiert er das irgendwie nicht. Sogar unsere Professorin ist nicht begeistert von ihm. Und das muss ich 3 mal in der Woche erleben...
Ich wollte einfach teilen. Jetzt koennt ihr euch vorstellen wie ich mich immer zusammen reissen muss, dass ich die Leute nicht nebeneinander aufreihe und in einem Zug schlage.

Sunday, 6 March 2011

Mardi Graaaaaaaaaaas

Mardi Gras, known almost world wide as the Halloween of spring time, with probably more alcohol involved. Also, it takes place during the day. So what's the deal? Well, It's actually on Fat Tuesday, you know, pigging out on the stuff you will give up for lent one last time. Just it starts the weekend before so everyone can take part and it's more of a completely drunk weekend. I know many people who told me, or the world of Facebook, that they can't really remember what they did on Mardi Gras. Perfect pervert target? I think so. But anyway. It was on Saturday, and St Louis is known as the second largest and most famous Mardi Gras in the US. Oh yes... it was... It all started one harmless Friday night. We went to a birthday party and as we got home at like midnight or something we looked outside and the streets were bustling. There were just so many people going to the bar across the street that we thought it would be a waste not to go. So we went. At 5:30 am we came back with the firm plan, from two days ago, to get up at 7am, go to the breakfast a bar is offering, take the shuttle to the parade, and have an entire mardi gras day. 

At 10am I shot awake, after not even being drunk... apparently exhausted me decided to turn off the alarm when it rang at 7am and throw my phone across the room. It's fine, the purple cover I have has proved to be very useful. Not a dent. At 10 I call my other friend, who I was supposed to meet up with. She was going to go with her roommate. Can I come? I asked, 5 minutes later I was dressed and left the apartment, still a little confused about how this all happened so quickly. We went to the bar across the street, had a beer and a drink, and waited in the freezing cold for the damn shuttle. There were so many obnoxious drunk people that we decided to wait for the next one. It came 45 minutes later... so we missed the parade. But it's ok, the drunk people partying at mardi gras are just as interesting as the parade. 








So were you wondering about the beads? Yeah, me too... bars and people were just throwing them around and you could catch them. There were some obnoxious people chanting for girls to show their... you know.... but no one did it. There is hope! 
In the end we had about 20 beads each and it was seriously weighing down my neck. But it was fun. There were stages built up across the stretch of road and different types of music. The last picture is the rock stage. It was my favourite. Also my favourite? Seeing old people, seriously old people.... wearing tutus and leggings and wigs and skanky shirts and all that. So entertaining, so scarring. But people were nice. In the end the Mardi Gras experience was complete, we had a drink called Hurricane and I had a Turkey leg. That's what you think it is, by the way. Success. 

What wasn't such a success was the use of my limbs. It was so cold that I couldn't feel my hands or feet and I was shaking so violently at times I was sure my clothes would just shatter from having frozen... When paying for my turkey leg I couldn't get the money out, I held my open wallet to a friend with gloves on and had her take it out. When I got home my hands were swollen and bright red, I was shaking for another two hours before I put on two pairs of pants, a thick sweatshirt over my long sleeve shirt, three pairs of socks, a scarf, took three blankets, and lay in my bed for an hour. Then it got kind of better. 
Lesson for next year? Bring gloves and a thicker jacket. Also, bring a bottle of water along... I drank 3 liters of water as soon as I got home, in one go, because I was so thirsty.
All in all, a fantastic day.

Friday, 4 March 2011

Andrea Yates: my class assignment

The Texas law at the time of the Yates’ crimes was unforgiving and narrow. The insanity defence was close to impossible to apply. In order to be considered for the insanity defence, the defendant should have absolutely no knowledge of what is right and wrong. There is no such finding as guilty but insane as it is assumed that once a person is found guilty and is insane then the incarceration is like treatment to keep them away from others they may harm. However, the unusual cases of insanity are not covered in the Texas law as the narrow definition of insane looks for the defendant feeling like they did nothing wrong and also expert testimony clearly showing the defendant has an inhibiting mental illness.


            Their use of the M’Naghten type standard means there are two criterions for the individual trying to use insanity for a defence. First, the defendant needs to know the nature and quality of the act the individual committed. Second, the defendant needs to know whether the act is right or wrong. If not both of these criterions are met then the insanity defence will not be applied. Only severe mental illness will be considered, as mental health experts need to testify to the defendant’s illness.

            During the first trial it was revealed that Andrea had put a lot of planning and consideration into her killings. She waited for her husband to leave, and called in one child at a time. She filled the bathtub with water months before, what she says was a precaution because their bills were not paid in time. The mental health experts that testified agreed that Andrea was psychotic. The scientific investigation of Andrea Yates does not include the entire picture. She had matted hair, she scratched at her scalp, and she believed the devil had marked her. Andrea was not hearing what the attorneys were telling her, she was preoccupied by her mental illness. The insanity defence, however, was rejected as she knew what she did was wrong. The death penalty was also refused but Yates was found guilty and sentenced to 40 years before eligibility for parole. Park Dietz testified in the trial and led to the reversal of the conviction, which led to the second trial.


            Dietz admitted to giving false testimony as an expert witness. He claimed Yates had watched “Law and Order” before killing her children and got the idea from that show. However, this episode did not exist and, as the jury may have been inaccurately informed by Dietz’s false testimony, the trial was required. In the second trial Yates’ attorneys tried for the insanity defence again. She was then found guilty by reason of insanity and committed to a mental health facility.

            The prosecution had many arguments facilitating their belief that Andrea Yates was no insane, according to the Texas rule, at the time of the murders. They argued she knew what she did was wrong. She planned her acts in order not to get caught and interrupted. When she was done killing her children she called the police and confessed. She waited for the police to arrive and gave up immediately, not making any kind of excuse for her actions. Officers even reported that she was in her mind enough to tell them where to find clean glasses and how to get into the house with a key hidden at the front door. She was in complete control of herself and acted on what she thought she had to do in order to save the children. She knew she had to be punished for her actions as it was a sin to murder. When with her attorneys she even hoped for the death penalty in order to die for her sins. She felt guilty for what she had done and knew it was not right. In order to be considered for the death penalty by Texas law she should have no knowledge that her actions were evil. Yet Andrea seemed to know exactly that what she did was wrong.

            Also, Andrea Yates did not show signs of being delusional or hysteric at the time. She was calm and intelligent, officers claimed. Everything she said and did was coherent and methodical. Her hysteria was not evident at the time of the crime. This was also emphasized by the methodical way she killed her children, asking for them, one after the other, to come to the bathroom without them suspecting her to kill them. She remained calm throughout her actions and stayed composed even afterwards in order to deal with the police and eventually the attorneys. In fact, it was said that Andrea watched movies about the seven deadly sins before killing her children. This included the movie “Seven” which revolves around two conflicted police officers that deal with a serial killer punishing those that commit a deadly sin. Her obsession with religion and religious righteousness may have influenced her belief that she needed to kill her children before they commit a sin. Although this may seem like a delusion of psychosis, Andrea informed herself about the deadly sins and thought about killing her children for a long time before she committed.

            Another argument against the insanity defence was that Andrea Yates had been able to control her actions previously, not reacting to her need to hurt her children. She controlled her impulse on other occasions, however, decided to act on them on this day. She had the urge to act violently towards her oldest son, Noah, yet could control herself and prevent herself from hurting him. She did not harm the kids and was seen as a loving mother by friends and family. What is was the led Andrea to kill her children on that day was not completely clear as Andrea did not suddenly get hysterical and attack her children, but restrained herself until her husband was gone.

            Andrea Yates had a history of mental illness, including depression, and suicide attempts. However, she acted against her best interest and the suggestions by the mental health professionals she confined in. After some time of getting better with the help of the medication, Andrea decided to stop taking the medication because she believed it was inhibiting her from being a good mother and being herself. She knew there was a risk that she would become depressed again, or even worse, if she so suddenly stopped taking her medication. However, that did not convince her to continue taking it. She was irresponsible of her actions and did not take responsibility for her own health and the safety of others.

            Essentially, Andrea Yates knew her actions were wrong. She was aware of the consequences of the actions and recognized it was a sin. She wanted to receive the death penalty for her crime and did not hesitate to answer that she had killed the children. A legally insane person would not have the ability to differentiate right from wrong. Andrea decided to kill her children and thought about how to do this. She murdered them in cold blood and the mental health issues she has did not inhibit her mind to go through each step of the process.


            The other side of the argument is that all of this information emphasizes how Andrea Yates’ mental health issues impacted her actions on the day she killed her children. She suffered for many years, seeking treatment for various problems. What is believed to have affected Andrea the most was her postpartum psychosis. This is a condition that should qualify and individual for the insanity defence. Her way of thinking was greatly affected that led her emotions and behaviours to be inappropriate for the situation she was in. Andrea had anxiety problems and depression that increased the impact postpartum psychosis had on her life. She showed to be delusional, believing Satan was contacting her and trying to tell her to kill her children. Andrea was agitated frequently and felt the need to hurt her children, especially Noah.  Although there is no agreement about the diagnosis of postpartum psychosis, Andrea Yates has a case of postpartum depression and her hallucinations and delusions would lead most experts to find that she is suffering from a mental illness.

            The help Andrea got from her psychiatrists was inconsistent. The psychiatrists failed to contact each other in order to gain knowledge about previous findings or successful drugs. Each psychiatrist, as her case was handed on, took her health in a different direction, leading to fluctuations in her ability to live a normal life and deal with her illness. Her 1999 breakdown and suicide attempt was a call for help that people answered, but not entirely. She took medication for a while but when she stopped there was no one telling her she needed to continue taking her medication in order to get better. With her husband at her side to take care of her, she believed she was better off not taking medication. For many years to follow, her treatments proved unsuccessful and she was given medicine that had no real effect on her. This, along with a history of mental illness in her family, depression, Andrea was spiralling and bound to break down at some point. No one was keeping their eye open for her, making sure she was getting healthier. The medical professionals failed at their job and failed at communicating with each other in order to help Andrea get through her illness.

            Since the birth of their first child, Andrea was constantly breastfeeding or pregnant. She had fluctuations of her mood and was preoccupied with her infant’s well-being. This made her focus solely on the health of her children, neglecting her own health. Her major concern was that she was not a good mother. Along with her delusions, she believed Satan was giving her no choice but to kill her children in order to protect them from a terrible future. She also decided to home school her children, further isolating them from the world. They were no longer allowed to follow their hobbies and Andrea and Rusty raised the children alone. This isolation made Andrea take on more responsibility, as now their failure was solely based on her ability to be a good mother and teacher.

Her fear of them not succeeding and being bad people was also based on her religious focus. She was obsessed with religion and formed much of their lives around the Bible and teaching from their friend, Woroniecki. He taught the Yates’ about people and the world, as well as how religion should influence your thought and behaviour. Her strong religious beliefs, taught by Woroniecki, influenced Andrea’s delusions and hallucinations, especially those concerning Satan. She believed to have been marked by the devil and protected her children by killing them.  Woroniecki, along with Andrea’s hormonal imbalance, fostered her delusion of demons.


During the time of Andrea’s development of religious delusions she was struck by grief as her father died. She felt very connected to her father and his death made Andrea fall into depression. Her suicide attempt then brought her to a mental health facility. However, it was not only this that emphasizes her need to be treated for her illness. She was isolated and her children were isolated due to their wish to home school their children. There was illness in her family that strained family members and relationships. Also, people reposted that Rusty pressured Andrea for more children, wanting to accept any child that God gave them. Andrea was a caring mother and loved her family. However, her denial and refusal to accept and treat her illness allowed it to get out of control.

Andrea’s delusions included that she believed someone put cameras in her home, there was a truth serum in her drugs, and that the Devil marked her scalp with the numbers “666”. She believed people were after her and felt the only way to protect her children was by killing them. She was convinced her children had to die before they were a lost cause. However, what healthy mother harms her children unless they have a mental defect. Yates was delusional and had hallucinations. She went on drugs and off drugs, affecting her thinking and ability to rationalize her situation. She started to believe she had no choice and knew her acts were wrong. However, how clear can her thoughts have been if she thought she was communicating with Satan? She was not mentally stable and, although she knew her acts were wrong, she was unable to fully rationalize her actions. To her, this was the only way of dealing with the situation she was presented with. Andrea has a mental illness, a very serious one. Postpartum psychosis affected her reasoning and thinking and this is what makes in need to the insanity plea. 

Thursday, 3 March 2011

What I appreciate most

I read online on some article that it was important to every once in a while recognize what you appreciate most and acknowledge it. So here I am, telling you what I love the most and what I fail to appreciate in this world.

1. Hugs: whatever happens, whether you are happy or sad, a hug is the most precious gift a person can give another.

2. Baby wildlife: Thank goodness there is still such purity as baby animals out there. What brings happiness and love to a person's heart other than seeing the life of such beautiful beings beginning.

3. The beach: whenever I go to the beach, the sound of the waves and the sand between my toes makes me feel completely at peace. No matter what is going on, I find time to calm down and just soak in the sun and be tired. Refresh my life and get a tan from the best Vit D provider.

4. Grass: When spring comes I realize how much I miss the green luscious ground, the fresh smell when the lawn is being mowed. I love to sit on the warm ground in spring, with flowers starting to grow and break out of the ground, and once again, the sun gets props for being so awesome. 

5. Lightning: Just recently, a tornado hit down here and what that meant was that there was a clear sky, no rain, and tons of lightning in the background. It was the most beautiful thing. All students around here rushed outside and watched the skies in awe. The power that exists in nature is just the most fantastic thing.

6. Fruits: Of all the things growing in this world, I am most grateful for fruits... nothing more needs to be said.

7. Music: What gets you distracted from issues during your day? Music gives you the spring in your step. With so much crappy music out there, it's nice that once in a while a genius releases and epic song.

8. Travelling: Getting the opportunity to see so many places and see so many people is one of the greatest gifts anyone could have ever given me. I thank my parents to allow me to do that, it's showed me so much and given me so much to experience.

9. Helping others: Having so many opportunities presented to me, it is my duty to help others that are not given the same opportunity. Helping other people is something that keeps society going, more people should learn of this and should rethink how they live their lives when faced with how others live theirs.

10. Friends and Family: You are the reason why this life is worth it. With so much stress and mean people, it's people like you that make it wonderful and days extraordinary <3

Pictures from weheartit.com

Wednesday, 2 March 2011

The cause of obesity

The Superbowl, a tradition not understood by many. A tradition that led to the famous Super bowl halftime show, often more liked than the game itself. The famous Super bowl halftime flush. Ladies and gentlemen, this is when the entire nation gets up to use the bathroom, all together, during the halftime of the game. The sewers are flooded by who knows what and filled to the rim. people even speculate a flush, one day, that will destroy cities because the piped blow up, throwing what we flush around the city! That's disgusting! Who came up with that theory? Does it count as legit research? Because, I wouldn't want that research associated to my name:

The Super Bowl Flush: The Next Man-Made Disaster 
When Shit Hits The High Rises

Sounds like they might have some interesting research methods... anyway... This year, Greenbay Packers vs Steelers. No idea who they are. Don't understand the game much either. But I watched so we could make dip and chips, drink tons of beer, and watch the commercials in the half time show. The half time show wasn't as epic as expected, but just the thought of Janet Jackson there years ago was amusing. 








It was the funest sports show to watch. There was so much food.... so much food. And the food you see above? It was for four people. 4. It was so much fun watching the funny commercials and eating. Mostly the eating and drinking. Water, of course.... I can't wait to do it again next year. 

Here we coooooooooome...

Do you know the title song of the OC? It's what was stuck in my head the entire trip. What trip? Well, none other than our random weekend trip to CALIFORNIA!


With a metro ride to the airport, I knew this trip was going to be epic. I flew over Dallas Fort Worth, and got to California Ontario airport Friday evening. I was surprised and completely fascinated by the vast flatness of this country. When I was flying into Dallas it was so beautiful to see the colourful lights so far in the distance. And this was all just one place. Amazing


In Claremont, we planned, I slept on the floor on a pillow from a chair, with my winter jacket on, and the next morning we got up bright and early and drove in to LA. It was a two hour drive but completely worth it. Upon our arrival I was struck by that typical American feeling. I suddenly thought I was in a  movie and everything around me was a complete stereotypical depiction of what I should normally see in the States. The people were my kind of people, dressed up and relaxed, nice, slightly drunk or on some sort of drug. I mean, I think so at least... It's California, and this is the trip of stereotypes, so I get to say that. We parked right under the Kodak theatre, where I imagine Brad Pitt, Johnny Depp and Oprah park their cars, or have their cars parked by their drivers. We walked up and down the Walk of Fame, took pictures of people's names on the floor, and loved the warm weather after Snowpocalypse back home. It was wonderful. Absolutely worth it and refueled my. 









We moved on to the Chinese Theatre right next door to the Kodak. Kodak, by the way, is where the Oscars take place. So yes, I felt a little fear that people might recognize my from my many famous roles in the industry. But my costume was flawless and no one attacked me with requests for autographs. The Chinese Theatre was designed and kept up by this guy called Sid, and this is where the hand and shoe prints are of all the famous people. It's a lot smaller than I expected. The area is just a little square right there in front of that gong thing in the above picture. And also there are only like 34 spots left. You have to have a seriously awesome career to be part of this, though. So that's great hope that Miley Cyrus and Justin Bieber won't be there... Please, dear God, don't let such an atrocity happen. 









Next we decided to go to Beverly Hills. Seriously, worst idea ever. I mean, I love my life so much and I appreciate everything we have and everything I am allowed to do. But this place just makes me so jealous of all the people that don't have to be worried about anything like tuition or spending money at a restaurant because their front yard is the size of my entire campus. The parks we drove by outside closed communities and roads, they were so nice... I want to be a hobo there. I want to live in their parks and I would be the classiest hobo in the world. 




We drove past places, it was 2 in the afternoon, mind you. They were having cocktails and celebrating. At two in the afternoon, on the 12th of February, outside, in the sun. I hold a grudge against anyone that lives that life. Don't even get me started on the other neighbourhood... we drove through Rodeo Dr. Like a kid in an antique's store... we drove around really carefully, afraid we would look at something and break it. Just looking at the shops made me go broke. Next, we drove to Santa Monica Pier and Venice Beach. The pier is the famous pier that has an amusement park and roller coaster and stuff on it, over the water. And the beach is huge. HUGE. 

















And then we headed home in the famous traffic. I don't know why it's so famous, it was really annoying... De fahrer, de Fruend, isch so en schlechte Fahrer.. Immer hin und her i de lanes ume zoge und ich han echt denkt ich sterb wenn emal eine eus i'd siite faart....
The next day, again bright and early, we headed to (mumbles). What?


That's right, we drove through San Diego and to Mexico, just a mere two and a half hour drive from where we were staying. Best idea ever? I think so. We parked on the border, still in the US, and walked across the border to Tijuana. You would think it's shady. But Tijuana is fueled by tourism so they really got their act together and it's really safe to walk across, easy to find the central square, the people are awesome and nice, and it's a beautiful place. I was taken away by the great energy coming from the locals and the atmosphere of the place. I loved it. Of course we had to do some things. I mean, it was the stereotype trip. So, taco, corona, sombrero gold pendant, Mexican blanket, and tequila. We got it all.

















Then, once back in the States, after fear of cavity searches and stranded students in Mexico, we headed away from the border. We finally found our car again... it took a while... the place is huge... we headed to some San Diego university and watched the sunset from some cliffs. It was beautiful. And once again, I feel jealousy and anger towards those lazy students that get to live there and see this. They have their own beach and cliff and stuff. I hate you all. You know who you are...













And so the last dinner and the last night and the last morning in LA arrived. I got food poisoning. So I'll surely never forget the weekend. It ended in extreme pain and discomfort. I hadn't slept super either which wasn't helping much. But whatever, it was still totally worth it. Also, on the plane back home a guy two rows behind me had a seizure and almost died and a guy two rows in front of my got up and said, like in the movies, "I'm a doctor..." and saved his life. It was just completely filled with awesome American-ness. Best 3 night weekend trip of randomness.