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Women's Solidarity as a Resistance Strategy Against Liberal Identity Politics in Turkey

started marching towards each other. We started walking to each other . . . . Once upon a time we were there, on the roads that you'll take, in the places you will pass today. On the road you will take are our voices, our stories and our traces. You wouldn't have heard us before because we were silenced, we were scared. Now we are walking with you so that we can overcome our fears. Let's hold each others' hands and shout and let our screams merge into each other. Let's raise each others' voices. So that no one will suppress our voices against violence any more. This was the letter by Hay Gin Armenian Women's Platform to the organizers of Women are Marching Towards Each Other campaign that took place in 6-11th July 2002. The idea of the campaign was that messengers from various cities would go through the cities, towns and villages on their roads, collecting letters from women about their problems and demands; arrive at Konya, the geographical center of the country, to hold a conference where they would read their reports and letters and discuss the problems and possible solutions. I will tell about this campaign in details in the following lines. Departing from the question How will we live together with our differences? that we, as activist women, have been dealing with in various women's organizations in Turkey within the last decade, in this paper I will try to discuss how the dialogue between women of different identities that come together to create networks of solidarity for struggling against violence and talking about peace could be considered as a powerful challenge to the newly emerging discourse of liberal identity/cultural politics and the destructive effects of the neoliberal policies in Turkey.

The Economics of an Etch-A-Sketch Body

The Economics of an Etch-A-Sketch Body Sarah Sword (bio) The Etch-a-Sketch promises to be permanently erasable, but it isn't. You think you can keep reinventing the highway, but you can't. You pinball around the country like you will never run out of quarters, like you can keep starting over, like the high scores are just past that bumper target, just past that tollbooth, just past that twirling metal flag. You think you can shoot down I-75 in your silver Omni and not leave a trail of aluminum dust, not scratch the glass surface of the road. And even if you did, the Rand-McNally Atlas promises more interstates. But eventually there aren't. David Ricardo would say that resources run out: the Atlas is soaked through with places you have already seen, the classic red frame encloses a dull mirror, not a drawing surface. Your body hangs like a black dress [End Page 33] appliquéd with tiny mirrors, inside out. Haven't you had your fill of men who etch themselves into your skin? Eventually your resources just run out and you are left with the jangle of loose change in your pockets, hopefully just enough to put together for a clean slate. Sarah Sword Sarah Sword lives in the shadow of the National Cathedral in Washington DC, where she is a post-doctoral fellow at the University of Maryland. She finished her PhD in mathematics at MSU in 2003 under the direction of Dr. Christel Rotthaus. While at MSU, she studied poetry under Diane Wakoski, and won a couple of Jim Cash and Swarthout poetry prizes. Copyright © 2005 Michigan State University

The magnetism of carbon

FERROMAGNETISM, that most mysterious of the common properties of solids, has long known its place in the periodic table: down among the transition metals. These elements, which include iron and cobalt, have a net magnetic moment in the solid state because their atoms contain unpaired electrons. One of the last places you would expect to find ferro-magnetism is in carbon, because its electrons love to pair up to form covalent bonds. These bonds are the antithesis of magnetic order, so how can we explain the increasing number of reports of magnetism in carbon?

An ADA Educational Journey: The Places We Have Been, Oh, the Places We Will Go!

I would like to share the wisdoms, passions, and lessons I have learned from the educators and other volunteers I have met during my term as the American Diabetes Association (ADA) President, Health Care & Education this past year. My message has three focus areas: 1. The joy of the journey—the places we, the ADA, have been, 2. The people I have met and with whom I have shared information and diabetes education opportunities, and 3. The wisdoms I have come to live by through this experience. Theodore Seuss Geisel, better known as Dr. Seuss, has been a constant source of inspiration for me. His themes (Goodness triumphs. Bad is put down. People are good. The world can be improved.) have been my guide. In March 2004, we commemorated his 100th birthday. A theme park was created in his honor in his hometown of Springfield, Mass., near my own home and work. The park featured one of his famous children's books, “Oh the Places You Will Go,” from which I will draw the closing words for this article. My journey as an ADA officer was driven by my passion to make a difference. This passion was well-matched when I first became involved with the ADA and joined volunteers on their own journey to making an everyday difference in the lives of those affected by diabetes. This shared mission has had a strong influence on the person I am today. Former U.S. President Ronald Reagan once said, “Life begins when you begin to serve.” With this as my inspiration, my volunteer life in the ADA began. I have had the opportunity to serve as an ADA leader in two states, Minnesota and Connecticut, as well as at the national level. Through these experiences, I have seen firsthand the growth and, yes, some struggles, within …

Farewell to graduates: Looking forward

For the past 30 years, it has been my privilege to participate in a meaningful role in the work of the Karl Menninger School of Psychiatry and Mental Health Sciences (KMSP & MHS)and to be a part of this graduation ceremony. As all of you are aware, the ceremony today marks the end of an era. For the past several years, my farewell remarks to the graduates have been a recitation of Dr. Seuss’s “Oh, the Places You’ll Go!” (1990). Indeed, Dr. Seuss articulates an extraordinarily appropriate message to new graduates, and I have arranged for the graduates to each receive a copy of Dr. Seuss. But this afternoon I want to highlight four thoughts I hope you have learned and will carry with you as you journey forth.

Minerals of Arizona: A Field Guide for Collectors

Minerals of Arizona: A Field Guide for Collectors, Neil R. Bearce 1999, Geoscience Press, Tucson, 187p. (Softcover $19.95) ISBN: 0-945005-33-4. The author states, “This book is intended to be a field guide for active collectors, not a scientific mineralogy text.” Consequently the greatest contribution the author makes is the presentation of documented, well-illustrated collecting sites. It clearly is a book about “places you can go and rocks you can find.” The topographic maps and accompanying photographs at key road intersections are of high quality and will be of great assistance to those attempting …

MEDLINE. A GUIDE TO EFFECTIVE SEARCHING.

What can one expect to learn from a guide to effective MEDLINE searching? The author states that his intention is to promote `better searches and, hence, better application of what is known . . . to help you search with an understanding of what is possible and not be disappointed.' He does not, however, identify his target audience and so, as librarians with differing amounts of experience in both searching and teaching MEDLINE, we set out to decide whether the book had achieved this objective. Chapter 1 (`Origins') provides a stimulating account of the origins of MEDLINE from J. Shaw Billings via Hollerith's punch cards to web-based, full-text access. A detailed and clear explanation of Boolean logic is also provided along with key points that any end-user should be aware of such as the density of the indexing, the use of a controlled vocabulary and grammar (Medical Subject Headings, MeSH) and the requirement for practice and for active thought when using MEDLINE. Whilst the history of the database is likely to include something of interest for most readers, the extended explanation of the principles of Boolean logic is probably unnecessary. The chapter is well written, however, and the author's readable style is well illustrated in the following quotation which provides excellent justification for the book: `Using MEDLINE is a bit like driving a powerful racing car that has been modified for street use. It can transport you with astonishing speed to places you don't want to go.' Chapter 2 (on searching) notes the size of database, explaining that 4200 journals are indexed and some 33 000 new citations are added each month. Although these may arguably be the `best' journals, it is not made clear to readers that this selection constitutes only 35–40% of all biomedical journals and that non-journal …

African Perspectives on Programs for North American Students in Africa: The Experience of the University of Zimbabwe

About three and half months before I left for Zimbabwe, I went to one of those parties where you only know the friend you came with. I ended up talking to a well-traveled guy wearing a striped wool scarf. At some point, I mentioned I was leaving for Zimbabwe in not so very long. This guy looked straight at me, his eyes big with suspicion over the stripes, and asked me exactly what good I thought the trip would do me. So I told him I was going to study women and literature; I outlined my whole approved proposal. And I told him what a great opportunity it would be. But he was looking more and more disdainful, and I mumbled to a stop. Listen to me, he said, I've traveled just about everywhere you can go, and some places you aren't even legally allowed. And the one thing I learned was that no matter how far you go or how long you stay away, it's all really the same. One day you'll get sick of it and come back to the good old USA where the only thing left to do will be to sit in your armchair and watch the world go by. And if you know all that, there's really no point in bothering to leave in the first place. I bid him adieu very impolitely. I didn't really know what traveling abroad would be like. But if there was one thing I knew, it was that this guy wasn't speaking for me. Having returned from Zimbabwe with ties like steel cable trailing after me, I know that there are many reasons to leave the comfort of the Lazy Boy and head out into the world. Unfortunately, the attitude that the party guy represents is not uncommon. I have found myself defensively

In reply

In reply: Dr. Bernardini raises many important points. I will not address those already mentioned in the discussion section of our original publication. Physician's visits or hospitalization were not attributed to the event unless a reference was noted in the medical record. Prolongation of hospitalization was counted if event-related treatment lasted after the primary indication for hospitalization had cleared. Distinction of drug-associated from illness-associated events is very difficult to assess in frail, multiply diseased nursing home residents. Ideally, all etiologic factors should be considered in a study regarding adverse events. Our study, however, was designed to evaluate adverse events and determine the probability that they were drug-related. A validated drug event algorithm and our parallel drug withdrawal algorithm concluded that a substantial proportion of events (68%) related to drug administration, and 40% of those related to drug withdrawal were of low probability, suggesting alternative etiologies. Therefore, multivariate analyses were confined to events of highest probability levels. We did control for function, comorbidity, medication number, hospitalization, and length of stay. Our results are similar to others. Loosely translated, being sick and vulnerable places you at risk of being sick and vulnerable. Why the disparity of event frequency in our two studies? It is possible that our definitions of events differed, producing disparate rates, a reason to develop a “threshold” definition. Overzealous recording may have produced an “upper bound” estimate of events, while the opposite may occur in other settings. Our nursing home is hospital-based, and a large proportion of admissions are recovering from acute illness, enhancing the likelihood of adverse events. No one would disagree with Dr. Bernardini's and his colleagues conclusion that “improvement of care management” is best when “the geriatrician is directly and fully engaged.” I would submit, however, that good care may be easier than care-related research. Even prospective studies using careful methods may be unable to distinguish among causal factors for adverse events. We should identify clusters of risk factors and combinations of interventions which have the greatest chance for success. Is this area of research just too messy? Perhaps, but I don't think so. Policy makers attempting to improve quality of care appear to be moving to large data bases (Medicare), which show patterns of events. Dr. Bernardini, myself, and others have chosen to stick closer to the bedside and the complex, individual patient. In fact, our patient-specific research and others’ data base research might be considered analogs of clinical research and epidemiologic public health research. These two forms of research are both vital and complementary. The findings from one form of research must be validated in the other. Without both tools, real improvement in quality of care is unlikely.

Back to Nature

Donald Worster's Wealth of Nature is an eclectic collection of essays written over the last several years. They are revealing and worth reading precisely because they are such a mixed lot. Less tightly woven than Worster's monographs, they allow readers to glimpse an important set of ideas and assumptions that inform the body of Worster's work but are often obscured from view in Dust Bowl or Rivers of Empire. Dust Bowl and Rivers of Empire have made Worster a major American historian. In both books Worster's gaze is fixed on capitalism and arid lands, although he defines neither narrowly. Capitalism for Worster is not just an economic arrangement, it is a culture, a particular take on the world. The culture of capitalism demands a relentless transformation of nature; capitalism commodifies nature at a social and environmental cost that the planet cannot indefinitely endure. The arid lands of the West are always a vividly particular place, but they also come to stand for nature itself. The relationship of capitalism to nature is Worster's great theme, and it is one that he touches on repeatedly here, giving it a new twist in the last, title essay of this book. But there is little sense in reading a book of essays simply to encounter in a condensed form what the author has treated expansively elsewhere; this book offers more. The very diversity of topics and audiences Worster addresses gradually draws the reader's attention to ideas which, while not usually occupying center stage in any of the essays, make at least cameo appearances in many of them. Indeed, they draw attention because they are so ubiquitous. Reading these essays, repeatedly encountering these ideas, reminded me of being a Gentile in Salt Lake City. After a while you noticed certain people simply because they seemed to show up in all the same places you did. These ideas, lingering on the margins, are like that. Worster is not happy with life on the margins, and in these essays he is creating a disturbance at the edge of the party. It is like someone heckling Orin Hatch on Pioneer Day. Worster wants his concems treated seriously, and he is an unusually elo-

The Sea of Dames

THE SEA OF DAMES / Cynthia Shearer VAN CLEVE USUALLY GOT the best women. It was a given. It started when he and Harry Durrance and I were classmates at West Point. Harry and I would meet our Brooklyn or Bronx girls at Penn Station, but Van Cleve would usuaUy vanish for a while and show up later with some pale blonde who you could smell the money on. Some girl that would fix her icy blues on the view outside the cab window just so, and ride all insulated by her nickname and her good fur. And she'd pointedly not speak to us—or even to Van Cleve— which never seemed to matter much to him. This would be standard for the entire night as everyone got drunker and drunker. Durrance's girl would be in her cheap rayon dress fresh from her job at a five-and-dime and my girl would have on some fierce fire-engine red lipstick that she wouldn't be allowed to wear at her bookkeeping job. They ought to name that shade of red "1940" and restrict its use to girls twenty or under, like our girls were then. Van Cleve's girl would never speak to Durrance's girl or my girl. And it would get to Durrance. You could see him itching to get revenge on the society girl in some way. But we'd all dance, and only if Van Cleve was feeling mean toward his girl would he insist that she dance with his good friend from the Deep South, Durrance, or with his good friend from the Bronx, yours truly. And on those occasions, his piece of ice would just stare over your shoulder and wait for the song to end. Durrance's girl or my girl might dance like a frostbit rag doll with Van Cleve, with a look of fear or worship on her face, depending on her intelligence level. I'll never forget one time, Durrance had dragged us into this dive of a place in Harlem. He had a knack for that. That son of a bitch could ferret out some of the best music you ever heard, and not always in places you could confess to your mother. This one time he insisted that we go to this little joint in Harlem. We get there, and there is this enormous black man, Sgt. Joseph Caliban, playing the trumpet. Caliban was the trumpeter for the 367th Infantry out of Fort Riley, and he was home on leave, playing a few sets with his old buddies. One look at that body The Missouri Review · 9 and you knew that it was the trumpet that got him past the army physical. The music was Uke nothing I ever heard before, better than what you'd get on a record. Van Cleve when he was whistled was not much different from Van Cleve when he was sober. He was sitting with his lanky legs crossed, his face looking Uke it was aU some grand anthropological expedition he was making. Like he was just passing through this lower Ufe on his way to great statesmanship. And Durrance was sitting there sUghtly whistled, with his head cocked just so, Uke he always did when we were being briefed before takeoff, receiving some serious flight instructions. Van Cleve's girl that night was a Bryn Mawr girl. She was sitting there more than a Uttle miffed because she had wanted to go to the ViUage because she knew that was where the clubs were if you wanted to drop names later Uke Thelonius Monk or Bird Parker. She knew that much about music, the right names to drop. And the other two girls, our girls, were probably wondering why in the hell they were wasting their time on guys who wouldn't take them to the Rainbow Room, or they were worrying how the heU they were going to powder their noses in the black chicks' lavatory, but basicaUy enjoying being in a place that they couldn't teU their mothers about. That's the place I remember most fondly, and we had access to the best in those...

ManTech indicative of positive change in US manufacturing

The annual US Conference on GaAs MANufacturing TECHnology (ManTech) is one of those places you'd like to be, with people you want to know. It's an extremely successful, and rather powerful group of industry veterans, who have been through a lot together. Now that GaAs production is turning the corner toward volume manufacturing, and all eyes are on the US to see if it can remain a major global technology producing country, these GaAs leaders realize they still have their work cut out for them. They also understand that, together, they can do the job. Using ManTech as a barometer, the US is clearly ramping up for positive change.

Keeping our balance

W e must invest in our environment every day. In the process, we must be aware of the risks we take and the choices we make. We do not want to find ourselves investing in a falling market, and we certainly do not want to be the cause of that fall. The potential benefits and hazards of making and using almost every product sold today must be weighed carefully to find a balance with which we can live. Risk is inherent in every form of investment, even in doing nothing at all. Investing in our environment is no different. We all want to be able to cure disease, prevent famine, and improve the quality of life. This can only be done through new developments in technology that will ultimately create risk-related choices. Finding a balance we can live with has become more complicated as fear of has gripped our society. The idea of acceptable risk has become an immoral oxymoron; the idea of a zero-risk society has gained increasing popularity. Some might think that if we gave up such things as alcohol, smoking, driving, flying, and a variety of other activities and stayed at home, we would be able to eliminate from our lives. It is common knowledge that home is o n e of the most dangerous places you can be. More than 15,000 Americans suffer fatal accidents at home each year. No matter what we give up, there is still an element of inherent in living.

The Oxford illustrated literary guide to Canada

This lavishly illustrated volume takes readers on a captivating tour of the Canadian literary landscape. Visiting some 500 locations across Canada--from Newfoundland to British Columbia to the Northwest Territories--we see writers plying their craft in small, unlikely places and in large urban centers, and visit the sites that have made literary history. Albert and Theresa Moritz have devoted years to this project--combing archives, government documents, newspapers and biographies--and have consulted many leading authors, literary scholars, and local historians. The result is an unusually detailed volume sprinkled with anecdotes and surprising information. They describe the accident that led to the publication of Stephen Leacock's first book, which set him on the road to fame...reveal how Hugh MacLennan escaped injury in the Halifax explosion of 1917...and visit the burial place of the dog that inspired Marshall Saunder's Beautiful Joe. The authors provide much detailed information, including the exact addresses of the homes of famous authors and of other important sites, that direct you to places you wish to visit. An indispensable guide when traveling in Canada, this fascinating book will deepen your understanding and appreciation of Canadian literary history.

Some high points of the medical history of Provence

For a medical meeting in Monte Carlo I feel it appropriate to discuss the medical history of this region, the ancient Kingdom of Provence, situated mostly at the left bank of the Rhone, and especially of three places you might have passed in coming here. They have played quite a role in the history of medicine at different times: Avignon, Aix and Marseilles.

Pogo's Bear

With the making of poetry, or not-thinking represents a real, an ironic, choice. At the heart of the continuing controversy over the value of the university a life devoted to poetry is the anti-institutional, even anti-intellectual role that poets in their work and personal styles have taken up h9recent years. In the study and practice of any art other than poetry we find less conflict and confusion, fewer outright attacks on the university-or on any other institution-as a helpful ally. But poetry as a living art particularly commits itself to the personal above all else-to personal survival-which with us often goes along with an anti-institutional stance. Richard Hugo, a fine poet and teacher from Montana, talks about our loss of crucial life-supports in a new book about the teaching of poetry-writing, Triggering Town (New York: W. W. Norton, 1979). The accelerated rate of loss . . . accounts, he claims, for the increasing number of people writing poems (p. 73). He points to the essential appeal of such activity on campus when he says, A creative writing class may be one of the last places you can go where your life still matters (p. 65). What's irreplaceable in poetry is its personal quality: the intimate, unique gesture, the private, even quirky, perception of people and place, idea and language. Perhaps it is simply economic determinism, but since more and more often poets do work at universities, the open romantic gesture of entire disdain the academy as a stultifying place an artist is encountered much these days. Such resistance takes more covert forms: inner exile, clownishness, views favoring severe primitivism . . . and various honorable forms of not thinking such as Zen Buddhism espouses. social critic Martin Green made a title a provocative book out of Auden's

It can take you places you may never have dreamed of.

It can take you places you may never have dreamed of.

Popular Culture in Norway and Sweden1

If you are interested in the history of European popular culture, you would be well advised finances permitting to make an expedition to Norway and Sweden. The obvious thing to do is to visit the famous open-air museums at Skansen (in Stockholm), Bygd$y (in Oslo), and De Sanvigske Samlinger (near Lillehammer), not to mention scores of smaller collections. At each of these three places you will find yourself combining a museum visit with a country walk, for hundreds of farms, churches, mills, town houses and shops have been moved there and re-erected in the open, by lakes and among trees. The farmhouses are mainly unpainted log cabins with roofs of turf, often small and usually dark. What light there is comes from small windows or from the hole in the roof which let the smoke out. At Bygd4y, some of the houses are provided with chickens and cows so that they look, sound and even smell authentic. A few are equipped with furniture of the seventeenth, eighteenth and nineteenth centuries, not only benches, tables and beds but elaborately carved and gaily painted chests, cupboards, grandfather clocks, huge beer-bowls ('lbollar), and wooden 'irons' for pressing clothes (mangletraer), a reminder that Scandinavia was, like its neighbour Russia, a culture of woodlanders. The larger houses in particular are richly decorated, especially the best rooms, which were for use during festivities or for visitors, welcome or unwelcome, from wedding guests to officials on their rounds who might, in that sparsely populated region, be many miles from the nearest inn. In Norway, the speciality is 'rose-painting' (rosemalning). The walls of the house, or the ceiling beams, or the chests and cupboards are painted in bright colours with floral designs, or with pictures of the Danish King and Queen, or of medieval warriors like Ogier the Dane (reminders that Norway was under Danish rule till I8I4). There are also woven bedspreads featuring the texts of hymns or biblical scenes like the wise and foolish virgins. In Sweden, the speciality is bonadmdleri, painted wall-hangings of paper or cloth, the poor man's tapestries, usually representing episodes from the Bible such as the Marriage Feast of Cana, the Queen of Sheba's visit to Solomon, or the Three Wise Men riding to Bethlehem: festive scenes to match the festive occasions when the hangings would be brought out and displayed, with the Feast of Cana represented like a Swedish peasant wedding, so that host and guests, as they ate and drank, could gaze at their idealised reflections on the wall.2 At Skansen and Bygd$y, whole streets of nineteenth-century town houses have been re-erected, with curtains at the now larger windows, painted weatherboarding where the farmhouses had plain logs, prints instead of hangings and crockery replacing the wooden bowls and plates. In the main building at Norsk Folkemuseum, Oslo, there are reconstructions of one-family rooms from working-class districts of Christiania (as it was called then) in the I85Os, complete down to the socks hanging on a line between the rafters. In Nordiska Museet, Stockholm, when I was there, one exhibition was concerned with Nils

World Recession and the United States

T tHIS subject today invites us British to take a world-wide survey. I pay tribute to centres where work in this direction is going forward, such as the United Nations in New York and its Economic Commission for Europe in Geneva; in both these places you have groups of people who are trying to see the world as a whole. But I would say that, in recent years, the British have not been thinking enough about the world as a whole. After all, we have world-wide interests. What happens in the world as a whole matters very much for our trade and for our overseas investment, and indeed also because people hold sterling all round the world. I have felt in the last year or two that we have been thinking and talking too much about little problems which are really quite parochial, such as, for instance, whether there is a wage spiral in this country. We give that type of problem too much importance in relation to the far graver questions, graver for us, about what is happening i n the world as a whole and what our attitude to that ought to be. I also think-but this is a digression-that we have a bad habit of forming slogans, which get world-wide publicity, entirely from a domestic point of view. We heard a great deal last year about the 'fight against inflation'. That is a terrible slogan to cast around the world, because all the people who have trading connexions with us and people who hold our sterling think, 'Oh, this is something special that is going on in Britain; they have got a formidable wage problem; they have strikes and then they have to make large wage increases.' But the actual cold fact is that, if you take the two years I956 and I957 together, the German hourly earnings-which is perhaps the best index to take-rose i8 per cent, ours rose I3 per cent, and the American rose 9 per cent. Thus our rise is a little worse than the American, but not nearly so bad as the German. Now I do not believe that people round the world who hear these formidable ministerial utterances about wage inflation and how sterling might have to be devalued in consequence-and there was a time last year when a great many people thought it would have to be devalued -are aware of those simple facts that I have just cited, namely, that our wage increases are less than in Germany and only slightly more than in the United States, the two countries which are our principal competitors. But a slogan has come up lately that is far worse than the 'fight against inflation', a slogan which I should say reaches an all-time low. I refer to 444

Feeding East London Children in Wartime

pompous gentry and rough seafaring men who owned and manned the brigs and schooners which were the pride of Victorian England no longer graced the beerhouses of the dockside; in their places you would find men and women soldiers of the Balloon Barrage and Anti-aircraft commands; Army engineers of the bomb-disposal squads; firefighters, poison-gas experts, air-raid wardens, and other personnel of the Civil Defense Services.