Friday, September 30, 2022

Young friends and passing of a friend

As I mentioned in the previous blog, I’ve developed some young friends – who are they?  I thought I would provide a few snapshots.

 

Katja is Finnish(Swedish-speaking)-American, a protégé, a mother of three (4-14), an ex-Division I tennis player, and now an NIH-funded clinical scientist who is not only carrying on my Cyclic Vomiting Syndrome Program yet independently pursuing novel vagal neuromodulation therapy.  She is Superwoman – she walked across the Atlantic ­– uphill both ways!  Her children speak Swedish, Croatian and English, and her eldest a girl is a top point guard whom I’ve watched hit 3-pointer after 3-pointer.   She is such a highly motivated, organized researcher, efficient writer and critical thinker from which we accrue bidirectional benefits, and clearly has shown she can outdo her mentor.  Special.

 

Fanny is Cantonese-Canadian acrylic and mixed media artist, and fellow Tai Chi student.  Her early years were spent on a Pacific Island, then Hong Kong for elementary school, then Canada for high school and college, and then the Central Academy of Fine Arts in Beijing for a Master’s.  She’s trying to make it as an independent artist while teaching private art students.  She did a hand-painted replica of an exquisite ‘blue moon’ Boddhisatva that I saw on a trip to the Silk Road in 2016 and I have since collected/commissioned several other pieces.  Last year, she drew me into the Vancouver International Film Festival where she saw 40+ films and I first saw the later-named NY Times top 10 film ‘Drive my car’ from Japan.

 

Donna is Vietnamese-American woman who is the current President of APAMSA (Asian American medical student organization I began in 1995) and is like a daughter who sends me unexpected greetings, asks me to do things for APAMSA, and requests umpteen letters of recommendation.  She shared her family story – also in a TEDx talk – that inspired her intentions to focus on public mental health in Asian Americans combining an MPH and psychiatry residency.  Yesterday she asked for help on a presentation on APAMSA for the Health Equity Subcommittee of the White House AANHPI Commission.  Today she wrote “My helpful mantra is ‘What Would Dr. B Li Do?’”  Awwww.

 

Quintin is Shanghainese-South African who grew up as the only Asian (no sibs) in his South African town – not unlike my upbringing in Iowa City.  After his undergraduate degree there, he moved to Norway for nine years to set up a company to develop a new interactive, non-violent video game.  Feeling a bit out of place socially, he screened the world for a landing spot and without foreknowledge, moved to downtown Vancouver.  He is a thinker with global perspective and game designer who is also a cinephile and we’ve shared a number of repasts and watched a number of movies together.  And his girlfriend is from Ukraine and finally on her way.  Just where in the world is Carmen San Quintin?

 

A moment of silence for Jeff Perry

 

Jeff Perry (spouse of Becky) passed away this past Saturday.  He is aptly self-described as an ‘independent, working-class scholar’ who was educated at Princeton several years ahead of me followed by a PhD in history from Columbia.  Yet for 50+ years he was active working-class postal worker eventually serving as the union shop steward.  Meanwhile, he was continuously involved in social justice issues ranging from affirmative action, worker’s, women’s, tenants’, Black, Latino and Asian rights, anti-war and anti-imperialist work. 

 

Yet on top of his job, family and proactivity and, outside of academia, he became an independent respected scholar focusing on ‘the role of white supremacy as retardant to progressive social change and on the centrality of the struggle against them to progressive social change efforts.’  As part of this passion, he completed a two-volume biography (second nominated for the Pulitzer prize) on Hubert Harrison (1917), the Father of Harlem Radicalism and founder of the militant ‘New Negro Movement’.  And he felt Mr. Harrison’s analysis laid the groundwork for that of Jeff’s mentor Theodore Allen’s two-volume “The Invention of the White Race” 1994, 1997.   

 

What a remarkable, impactful life for this proactive autodidact who dedicated his inexhaustible efforts to social justice in life and in academics – an old-school life that ran on all 8 cylinders!


https://www.jeffreybperry.net

Thursday, September 1, 2022

Vancouver life: a self-assessment

I’m taking a moment to reflect over the past 11 years as tomorrow is the Teri’s anniversary.  A montage of memories of her insurmountable 19 month illness with innumerable complications confronted with grace and equanimity;  followed by care for my declining father for 3½ years 22/7 while working and learning new life skills with no time for grief;  another 3 years to organize his memorials, academic and collection legacy, and, with the help of family, friends and counseling to come to peace with the hand dealt and finally emerging into refreshed air.  It has been a full journey to the depths and back.

 A glimpse of my Vancouver life as an indicator of progress.  My life remains peripatetic with more than 50% time on the flight path but here is the single spot where I stay firmly entrenched during summers, focusing on one thing, Chen Tai Chi, in a self-imposed boot camp.  This year, I’ve crouched up to 17 hours per week and my knees have been accommodating and my balance, proprioception and strength have noticeably improved.  Post-COVID, the Sifu Paul and disciple Mary are back to basics (even warmups) retooling hand placement, knee positioning and hip movement with a fine microscope.  Any inch off is called out and redone until revamped.  Although my Boulder biking has consequently declined to a single weekly long ride, I’m swimming twice weekly.  My intermittent fasting, portfolio diet + chia, hemp, flax seeds and CoQ10 have reshaped and rejuvenated me.

 

Art has become a major endeavor that began by listening to my father’s stories about artists and his career as this was the main way that I could get him to relate to me.  Chinese contemporary ink painting began to become my passion while organizing his papers and collection.  Now, I have expanded his collection in a thematic way, made a gallery using his chosen name and commissioned calligraphy, and plan to have private showings for friends to curators.  I have focused my attention on Margaret a near nonagenarian artist who in the 1960-90s was an avant-garde ink painter who was close to my parents and now my close friend.  After interviewing her weekly during COVID, I gave my first art history lecture on her career.  Although my relationship with my father was limited or one-sided, I strangely find myself following in his extra-large footsteps … and appreciating his remarkable prescient, open-minded eye for abstract ink and my own subsequent visual high.  

 

Close friends and family are widespread representing lived places from Iowa City/Lawrence, NYC, San Francisco, Madison, Columbus, Chicago, Milwaukee, Vancouver and now Boulder and a geographical challenge to maintain.  They are a diverse lot from friends, former neighbors, fellow residents and faculty mentors, gourmet club, colleagues (Geezer’s Club or Grumpy old Gastroenterologists), artists, and biking and Tai Chi buddies.  Of course, the 46-year relationship with three generations of Chuns who treated us like family (‘Teri was like a second daughter’) continues as does the 45-year history with Steve (best bud) and Mary and their three generations – our most secure life-long anchors.  What is interesting is that my continued physical moves, academic involvement, APAMSA board activity, and art interests are forging new relationships with old and young’uns the latter are helping me to better understand and appreciate gen Z’s from which hope springs for better, beyond our current quagmire.

 

So, my self-assessment in Vancouver tells me that my life is refreshing and meaningful, still on a slightly upward, exploratory, adventurous incline despite the world as it is and aging as it will be.

 

Best  

 

 

From cannery town Ladner, just north of the Tsawwassen Ferry

To downtown Van from 40th floor

Overlooking the convention center, cruise docks

And the view at sunset


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sunday, June 19, 2022

A new adventure



My single stopover in Kansas was to visit friends one of whom is a full-time caretaker of a spouse sliding deeply into dementia - a humbling reminder of the fragility of the aging mind and its ... consequences.  I had a long and detailed talk with my parents in Pioneer Cemetery on the hilltop overlooking KU's West Campus and acknowledged my recovery, reconciliation and growth that I've experienced from Teri's illness and my father's demise.  And then, the Rockies.  
The movers failed to show up twice for loading and and only one showed up to unload yet managed to get a sofa bed upstairs by himself.  In 2 1/2 days unpackers unboxed, put away, organized and labeled each cabinet, and carted 80 empty boxes away - incroyable!

I immediately purchased a hybrid bike and into thin air I huffed up and down Coal Creek Trail with the omnipresent Rockies visible to my west.  I passed 6 neighborhoods incinerated by the wildfires with a few remaining fireplaces and charred vehicles as reminders.  Fanned by 100 mph winds, the wildfires left 1,000 families homeless and occurred the day after I closed.  If these had happened in reverse order, I never could have moved here as there are now more than 20 offers per property.  It has been a major switch for me from road biking the country hills of Madison to trying to stay upright on trails of rock, gravel, dirt and pavement. I suffered my first spill in a flooded underpass laden with mud. I've seen hundreds of prairie dogs, one coyote and one rattler on my rides.  And, the redoubtable goats head thorn known to slay inner tubes - I just patched my fourth puncture today after going >12 years without a flat on my road bike. 

In the midst of the move, a twice (COVID-related) rescheduled sojourn to Peru and Machu Picchu with my best friend Steve.  The incredible Incan ingenuity is evident in the impeccable interlocking stonework (up to 123 tons/stone) and aqueducts that have survived centuries of earthquakes - we experienced a 7.2 in Cusco (11,000 ft).  But their welcoming and ingenuous nature led to the defeat of their empire spanning 6 South American countries by 168 gold-crazed disingenuous Spaniards.  My favorite interaction was in a home-hosted scrumptious meal with roasted guinea pig (like our holiday turkey) in which the grandfather wore a Buckeye hat where I explained that it was a very famous university ... for American football.  I was then asked to teach the grandson how to use chopsticks and he eagerly caught on! 100,000 Chinese laborers came to build railroads in the 1840s leaving more than 2,000,000 descendants with their own schools etc.  In fact, the second most popular national dish (#1 is ceviche) is lomo saltado which is stir-fried beef with tomatoes and onions in oyster sauce that can be found in every corner cafe.  As a result of such culinary fusion, Peru has become the #1 food destination in South American 9 of the last 11 years.  We could learn something from that confusion.






And then, back to high altitude home in Boulder County, where I took a break from biking to hike up to Calypso Cascade in Rocky Mountain National Park where the runoff was raging and even overflowing some of our trail.  




I have been welcomed by old friends and family and now that the basement renovation is almost complete and the artwork is up, this new adventure is ...! 


Monday, February 21, 2022

Short Chinese New Year's note 2022 (Tiger - Teri's birth year)

I visited Rachel, John, Jack (11) and Naomi (9), and Meimei multiple times this year and took care of the youngest three for a December week while the elders scuba’ed their anniversary away in Turks and Caicos.  You get to know all their little … idiosyncracies.  I saw Ben, Theresa, Flora 3½ and feisty Juna (1½) at Christmas while staying with niece Jennifer and husband Matt in east of Boulder.  Spending extended time in Madison with Steve and Mary’s extended family with new #3 grandcutie Maddie and Mémée’s brood with 5/6 grandchildren in college or beyond has been a normalizing influence during all the barometric and political weirdness.

 

The big news is that I’m moving to the Lafayette, CO this April.  I experienced amazingly good juju to win a 3-way bidding war before the wildfires destroyed 1000 homes and skyrocketed demand and prices – it would be impossible to buy now as each property has > 20 offers.  It was meant to be.  The basement will become part Tai Chi studio and part art gallery in honor of my father.

 

I stay active with several academic projects (upgraded to Emeritus Professor), my incessant reading (62 tomes), my avid collecting of contemporary Chinese ink art and first art history talk (familial?) plus virtual and live Tai Chi in Vancouver (aching quads), extensive road biking (aching quads 2), and traveling (Yosemite…).

 

I invite family and friends who want clean, but thin air, abundant sunshine (more than San Diego) and mountain treks to visit.

 

B

bliemd8@gmail.com

Monday, October 18, 2021

A postcard from Vancouver

I finally returned to Vancouver/Richmond suburb 8 days after Canada opened its border (August 9) to US double vacinees holding a confirmed and uploaded negative PCR test within 3 days of departure, a PCR nasal/oral test obtained in the Vancouver airport lobby upon exiting but no required quarantining (last year 14 days).  My first time in 20 months!  

 

Richmond continues to boom with 11 visible cranes pulling up condos around them and large pits where others will eventually erect.  Visible excess in the more than half of parked luxury cars some never encountered before such as Model Y Teslas, Porche and Lamborghini SUVs.  Richmond is a safe spot, with mandatory and compliant indoor (mall, grocery store, library) masking and requisite QBR confirmation of double vaccination at all indoor venues (restaurant, movie theater, health clubs).  As before, in this area busy with malls, shops, food courts and restaurants, I cross paths with few if any Caucasians and Cantonese > Mandarin > English or all three swirled together rules the communication waves.

 

Two noticeable changes:  a beehive of turquoise-vested, -hatted, -scootered silent electric drivers ferry take out everywhere leading to the consequent rise of obesity in young Chinese males who eat in and couch in.

 

Tai chi class resumed in a new studio as the old one was demolished to make way for yet another condo high-rise.  Vaccination, masks and 9 feet between practitioners allow me to attend 7 sessions/week 1.5-2+ hours each.  The Sifu (teacher-father) has refocused on basic e.g. everyday warm-up exercises for both disciples and longtime students:  horse stance (crouching pain), spiral force (cheen xi ging), shifting weight side-to-side, and ‘walking’ (hang low) sinking low into hips back upright supported by interminably burning quadriceps.  He is reteaching these at a more nuanced, advanced level while demonstrating the martial application.  He or lead disciples Mary or Jack stand adjacent to you and pick apart your inner workings with radiographic clarity.  Although this remedial emphasis may sound boring, I’ve experienced multiple epiphanies this session having traversed a tipping point where I’m now able to perceive previously imperceptible subtleties in Sifu’s movement and even mimic them.  This session has proven to be my most fruitful and both my balance and proprioception have noticeably improved.  But there is no space for egos as he uses me as either an ‘errant example’ or as a punching bag to demonstrate how to generate power!

 

Although my elder friends have been reluctant to eat out in restaurants, we’ve managed to gather in home relying on takeout.  So this fall has not been as isolating as I worried beforehand.  Several have experienced significant health issues including COVID.  Many are artist–friends from whom I acquired five wonderful paintings.  I attended superb movies with one younger Tai Chi-artist friend at the Vancouver International Film Festival both in person and by streaming, she 45, me 13 … recommend Official Competition (Brazilian with Penelope Cruz and Antonio Banderas) and Drive My Car (Japanese) based upon a Haruki Murakami short story.

 

Still making neurons fire.  Have read 51 books this year, recent recommended non-fiction reads:  The Code Breaker (Walter Isaacson) an account of Jennifer Doudna 2020 Nobelist and the race to discover CRISPR, The Premonition (Michael Lewis) a profile of several forward thinking, game-changing physician-scientists during COVID, The Search for John Lennon an insightful foray into the mind of this complex musician, His Truth if Marching On (John Meachum) a biography of the John Lewis, and The Empire of Pain (Patrick Keefe) an expose of the Sackler Family/Purdue Pharma’s incendiary role in the opioid crisis.  Two fiction reads:  My Old Home (Orville Schell) a heart wrenching story of the cultural revolution through Tian An Men and China (Edward Rutherford) a sweeping panorama from the Opium War to the Boxer Rebellion.  And several projects continue with the updating the CVS pediatric guidelines, a NASPGHAN position statement on telehealth, and a prevalence study of microaggressions towards Asian American medical students.

 

Take care of your health and mind,


Cora Li-Leger 'Equisetum' 2016 - reminds me of a feminine bamboo grove

Fanny Tang 'Square Round 30' 2016 - reminds me of an Chinese imperial ball

Fanny Tang 'Connection' 2021 - reminds me of my former intestinal endeavors

Li Jingwen 'Universe' - "from night, daybreak emerges to assure good things"




Sunday, August 29, 2021

Teri at 10



 
Rachel and Ben’s commemoration


Rachel and Ben have invited all of you to a commemorative celebration on Teri’s 10th anniversary of her moving on below – if you have not already received an invitation.  It is hard to imagine 10 years have passed … and what has transpired.  This celebration is a do-it-yourselves food exercise, all in good taste.  Rachel has shared Teri’s original recipe for jiaozi (jow zzz) dumplings for you to make by hand as in the ancient days of yore!  These can be boiled or fried as ‘pot stickers’, either way, yummy.

 


 


There is a back story.  Growing up in Iowa City and New York City, there were no frozen dumplings or even premade wrappers.  You had to make the dough, roll it into a long thread, cut them into uniform pieces, and roll each into a thin round wrapper, powdered flour everywhere.  When we landed in Columbus, one of my favorite memories was making them as a family with Rachel and Ben pitching in.  Teri’s instructed me to squeeze all the water out of the frozen spinach and stir the filling in one direction only till thoroughly mixed.  After placing a dollop of filling in the wrapper, we lined the edge with water, folded it in half, pleated one side in both directions, pressed hard, and, voila a jiaozi that stood up in the frying pan!  

 

We made these by the 200s and froze them into our own comfort fast food.  These dumplings are eaten specially during Chinese New Year as their crescent shape symbolizes gold ingots and the wish for wealth in the coming year.  These jiaozi date back to … at least Han dynasty 200 BC as one excavated tomb shown during Exhibition of Archaeological Finds of the PRC in 1974-75 contained a petrified crescent jiaozi.  So yes, our ancestors ate them just the same! 

 

Teri used this recipe for her in-person kitchen tutorial as a fundraiser in various silent auctions over the years.  And Rachel has taken these dumplings a step further with modifications, in-person demonstrations and even catering.  Teri would be proud.

 

Teri Li Award

 

It is heartwarming for me to hear Teri’s name mentioned every year in our professional society.  One can direct their donation to her fund.  Next, applications are fielded for the award and the winner is announced at annual Awards Ceremony.  I add Teri’s touch by sending each winner a bouquet of Teri’s favorite tropical flowers from Hawaii.  And I enclose the following letter to let them know a little about Teri.

 

Letter to the Teri Li Award Recipient

 

Once again, let me offer my heartiest congratulations on your national award for early career educators who have made outstanding educational contributions to pediatric gastroenterology.

 

I wanted to give you a little bit of background on Teri Li so you have a sense of who she was.

 

We met in college, later married and raised two children and three dogs.  Rachel (and John) with 10-year old Jack and 8-year old Naomi in NJ is an active mother who has completed four Ironwoman Triathlons and many other events.  Ben (and Theresa) with 3-year old Flora and 13 month old Juna in Denver is a EM faculty.  Teri was a ‘natural’ Montessori teacher and applied the principles in our home – our children were her number one priority.  She firmly believed in the importance of early education (preschool) and after receiving her 3rd Montessori certification to include infants, I joked that she would soon be doing prenatal Montessori education.  She responded, “the earlier the better!”  

 

That emphasis on the ‘earlier the better’ inspired the Teri Li Award for early career educators.  Rather than a life-time achievement award, she would have wanted to provide early recognition in order to further your long career in medical education.  And as you well know, educational contributions, despite the lip service, are often undervalued.  As one who shunned the limelight Teri would be utterly flabbergasted to have a national award named after her.  

 

Teri was active in the Unitarian Church, volunteered constantly in Meals on Wheels, food pantries, and the Columbus International Program, and, started an Asian Womyns’ Group.  She advocated for diversity wherever she was.  She was mindful and present before those terms became popular.  She was my full partner, a great mother, my icon of diversity and enabled me to fulfill my potential.  

 

Several months after trips to climb Yellow Mountain in Anhui, China, to Italy and to celebrate Rachel and John’s wedding, she developed aggressive acute myeloid leukemia.  She underwent two rounds of chemotherapy and two stem cell transplants but experienced numerous complications that required nearly a year in-hospital days during her 19-month illness.  Throughout, she expressed attitude (‘Teri kicking butt ’ was her motto), grace and finally equanimity.  She achieved her top two bucket priorities, to hold her first grandchild and to see Ben admitted to medical school.  When she decided to stop all therapy, in a flash we organized a completely unique ‘awake’ wake with her family and friends from east and west coasts who gathered around to honor her in person!

 

Teri’s last teaching moment occurred during her final week of life at our annual welcome party for incoming Asian American medical students.  Although unable to stand, she sat in a recliner.  When she overheard one student criticizing another school, she asked me to bring him over.  She said to him, “It’s not about where your school is ranked [by US News/Report], it’s about what you do with your career, how you demonstrate your passion and compassion! [and you have a ways to go]”

 

Teri was a special individual and would have loved to meet you (and your family) and learn all about your accomplishments.  Keep up the good work!

 

Teri’s 10th on September 2nd

 

We all miss her.  Even though she didn’t have a chance to meet her three grand girls, I definitely see her spunk, strength and independence in each of them.  And even for me, her soft-powered lessons continue to mold me.  

 

On Teri’s 10th, we hope you enjoy a shared memory and send a thought her way.  And, at your leisure, enjoy Teri’s jiaozi dumplings!  And send a picture to Rachel.

Wednesday, May 12, 2021

Are we intrinsically bad or good?

This is a synopsis of another game changing book entitled Humankind: A hopeful history by Rutger Bregman – a Dutch historian-journalist – that comprehensively addresses this issue. In very readable prose the classic 17-18th Century debate between the pessimistic Hobbes who believed in the wicked human nature requiring many civil rules to keep us from breaking bad vs. the optimist Rousseau who declared that we are all good and it is civilization ruins us. Fast forwarding, he comes down heavily in the Rousseau camp, with quite a salvo of epoch-ranging social psychology stretching from prehistoric man to the present. 

Bregman begins by turning the fictional William Golding Lord of the Flies – in which marooned British schoolboys fend only for themselves with disastrous results – on its head by recounting the little known real-life story of five stranded Tongan school boys who survived for 15 months on an uncharted piece of rock working in teams of two for chores, keeping the fire tended for more than a year, establishing a food garden, forging rainwater storage, building a gym and a time out mechanism for squabbles … and were exceedingly healthy both physically and mentally when rescued. 

 He suggests that humans are the equivalent of the ‘puppy’ humanoids including Neanderthals. That is, we have surprisingly prevailed despite being less smart, considerably weaker and more vulnerable than our forebrethren with larger brains and muscles. Why? Because of enhanced friendliness i.e. social skills that are a segue to broad collective learning. What? This finding of enhanced learning was reproduced in friendly-bred foxes and other primates. As a species we have been bred for this relational quality because it provides a selective advantage in group learning, and therefore for ‘survival of the friendliest’ (B coined). 

Our nomadic hunting-gathering ancestors could neither possess land or acquire property. Later, civilization built on agrarian base begot distinctions in the form of achievement-based inequality. Based upon close examination of skulls for evidence of trauma, violent conflict only began with the advent of land ownership, private property and hereditary leaders about 10,000 years ago. Villagers/farmers now had owned land (to be fought over) and settled life led to a natural xenophobia. In fact, the accoutrements of civilization including the invention of money (for taxation), of writing (for recording debts) and of legal institutions (punishment of escaped slaves) all began as instruments of enslavement

Then along comes Enlightenment with Age of Reason with Adam Smith’s ‘every person for themselves, greed is good’ – sounds very contemporary like the last four years. Historians point out that Enlightenment gave us ‘equality’ but also invented racism, which became encoded into law. If in fact we act as David Hume the Scottish philosopher suggest – as if people are selfish, then perhaps the negative nocebo (Golem Effect) response becomes a self-fulfilling prophecy. Contemporary studies in educational settings strongly link positive expectations with higher performance (the Pygmalion effect). 

So why has been there such an abundance of violence – 15% of deaths – extending from Brazilian tribes to World Wars? The good news is that the overall conflict-related mortality appears to be declining: 14-15% amongst land-based tribes (not the still foraging !Kung), 3% in the two 20th C World Wars, and down to 1% today. Counter to what you might think, during the WWII in both Pacific and European theaters, soldiers actually fired only 15-25% of time even in the heat of battle. In the Civil war, after examining 27,000+ muskets, only 10% were actually fired. The famed military historian Sam Marshall concluded that ‘the average health individual ... has such an inner … unrealized resistance toward killing a fellow man he will not of his own volition take life”. 

Bregman debunks many historical events and research findings used to bolster the Hobbesian view of human nature. The decimation of Easter Island population was not from torture and cannibalism but likely due to the exported European epidemics and deportation by Peruvian slavers. He addresses Hitler, Stalin, Mao and Pol Pot indirectly by overturning two famous experimental findings: Philip Zimbardo’s Stanford prison experiment in which students, divided into prisoners and guards, perpetrated serious maltreatment, and, Stanley Milgram’s Yale ‘shocking’ experiment where volunteers apparently shocked unseen subjects to the point of silence (unconsciousness). These studies purported that anyone could do damage, and in the extreme, even genocide. But after delving into the actual transcripts, current academics found that the volunteers were clearly goaded into extreme behavior while concomitantly expressing extreme discomfort, some refusing to continue, but that story was lost. The philosopher Hannah Arendt suggested that it is not simply ‘the banality of evil’ (i.e. unthinking) it is that humans are tempted by evil masquerading as good … which was taken to the death degree by fanatic Adolf Eichmann. 

So what motivates those who carry out evil deeds? Morris Janowitz’s review of 150,000 pages of overheard conversations (not through interrogation) from German POWs revealed that they were not principally motivated by ideology (Hitler) or patriotism. Their motivation came from the same as could be said for our Allied soldiers – courage, loyalty, and solidarity – fighting for their band of brothers. Unfortunately, this applies to terrorists as well. 

So why do leaders turn bad? He discusses Dacher Keltner’s work on how power corrupts (power paradox) or acquired sociopathy. When mere mortals acquire power, they stop mirroring (social responsiveness) and “feel less connected to their fellow human beings”. As they become “unplugged” from fellow citizens, they need to have a complex infrastructure to maintain power through myth, religion, companies, state, nation … police, armies. While egalitarian hunter-gatherers valued traits such as generosity, wisdom, charisma, fairness, tactful, strong and humility’ those have fallen to the wayside as the powerful became entrenched, impossible to unseat, enfolded into structural economic inequity. Even our current American democracy has dynastic tendencies (Kennedy’s, Bushes), that is an elected aristocracy. 

Now for some surprises. That love hormone oxytocin that skyrockets during breastfeeding is a curious paradox where it enhances affection for loved ones and friends but simultaneously enhances aversion to strangers. So that that is what Trump put in the water supply! In addition, empathy is a doubled-edged sword as well. Infants tested at 6 & 10 months of age can differentiate bad from good behavior (by puppets) and almost universally prefer the latter. BUT in a variation, the infant prefers the puppet who likes same food, even if they’re mean. Thus, we are born xenophobes who have a severe aversion to the unfamiliar, with too much oxytocin (not testosterone). Furthermore, empathy can change the calculus by spotlighting a poignant child awaiting transplant which makes one want to allow them to jump the queue. Unfortunately, the digital micronews cycle and advent of social media also spotlights/highlights the negative and overrides the common but unnewsworthy mundane good. 

 Is there hope for change, any approach that can restore the eroded trust in politics? There are several draconian examples in Columbia and Brazil where participatory budgeting involved input from 15,000 people at 500 fora. This has moved the political needle from cynicism to citizen engagement, from polarization to trust over time, from exclusion to inclusion, and from complacency to citizenship – leading to a spending emphasis on education and infrastructure (clean water) – with concomitant eradication of corruption! He laments the loss of the commons (e.g. shared pasture) yet there is an American example – the Alaska Permanent Fund that distributes oil revenues to each citizen – where most ended up in educational expenses and substantially reduced poverty. Andrew Yang proposes the Alaskan way! 

The remedy for hate is contact and dialog in schools, workplaces and elsewhere and in being able to, as Mandela did,“choose to see the good in people who 99 people out of a 100 would have judged to have been beyond redemption”. 

What is Bregman’s prescription: 
 1)  When in doubt, assume the best – perhaps the hardest to do 
 2)  Think in win-win scenarios – not zero sum winner take most 
 3)  Ask more questions – i.e. “Do not do unto others as you would not have them do unto you.’ 
 4)  Temper your empathy, train your compassion (e.g. your child is afraid of dark, you aren’t going to  whimper alongside (empathy), rather you try to calm and comfort (compassion) 
 5)  Try to understand others – even if you don’t get where they’re coming from (Nelson Mandela’s bite your tongue statesmanship) 
 6)  Love your own as others love their own – compassion takes you beyond your enclave 
 7)  Avoid the news (social media) – too skewed, too negative! 
 8)  Don’t punch the Nazis or supremacists – try an outstretched hand (hmmmm) 
 9)  Come out of the closet: don’t be ashamed to do good - doing good is contagiou
10) Be realistic (his most important) i.e. realism is not cynicism 

There is much, much more food for though!