Letters to a distant Cousin

My cousin May and I, separated for more than 55 years and a continent away, write frequently now. In an effort to remake strangers into close familiars, we write about our thoughts and feelings. These writings are excerpts from those letters .........g.p.loinan

Monday, January 23, 2006

Dear May,

"Psychology of Suicide Bombers "
on the Discovery Channel ... This was really interesting, and scary. I'm sorry you didn't get to see it so let me try to condense an hour long show into just a few words..... ok, more than a few :)

As the title suggests, the point of the program was to examine the psychology of those who become suicide bombers. To do that the producers used a three pronged approach. An interview with a researcher tracing the lives of the suspects that carried out the London Bombing a few months ago, an interview with a former IRA participant and an historical look back at experiments conducted in the 1950's, here in the US, on the power of peer pressure and of authority. I'll start with the experiments.

Circa 1950's......
A newspaper ad is placed asking for participants in an experiment. They will be paid $4 each. One by one they are placed in a room, at a table against a wall with a series of buttons in front of them. They are told on the other side of the wall is another volunteer who is poised to answer a series of questions he will put to the man. Should the other man answer incorrectly he is to press the first of many buttons. This will administer an electrical shock to the other man. With each incorrect answer he is to press the NEXT button which will give shocks of ever increasing voltage. Unbeknownst to the volunteer, the person in the adjoined room is an actor who will fake his reactions to the 'shocks'. The first experiment begins.......

Mild at first, the actor eventually screams in pain at each 'shock' .. yet the volunteers continue as instructed. Fully 60% of the volunteers continued even after the screams had stopped and they believed the man dead !

Experiment #2 ......
This was in color so it was obviously later than the first. Ten or so people are brought into a room and sat around three sides of a rectangular table facing an easel atop of which is a large sketch pad. Each sheet of the sketch pad contained a vertical line on the left side of the page. Towards the center of the sheet were a series of vertical lines of various heights, numbered sequentially 1 through 4. All of the people in the room were actors but for one. The task was simply to examine each page as it was flipped and for each person to say which of the 4 numbered lines is the same length as the one on the left ..... no trick question and the answer was obvious in each case. The actors were all instructed to pick the same wrong answer each time.

The point of this experiment was to show the power of peer pressure, the strong need to fit in, to conform ... to be an accepted part of a group. After only a couple iterations the 'subject' was also agreeing with the clearly wrong answers of his brethren. ( so much for our jury system :) But what has this to do with suicide bombers ????

An interesting point was brought out, and that is that militaries the world over have long understood that the best way to make an effective fighting force is in small numbers. Small groups that, once removed from their families, become a family. There is no force stronger than that of a family unit. People eagerly lay down their lives to protect their family, hence if they can be made to substitute their comrades for their family, they will do anything without hesitation or thought. Since people have a need to 'belong', this is easier than you might think. The perfect soldier is one who follows orders without asking why. Enter the research fellow ....

Professor Dumbledore, or whatever his name was, has spent the past 20 years backtracking the lives and associations of suicide bombers. What he found is really interesting. Suicide Bombers are not 'crazy' people, or religious fanatics ( although some are, the vast majority are not ) . They are not the down trodden, the poor among us or those with a death wish. They are, for the most part educated, married with families, middle class, normal people just like those working and living in and around you each day AND ...... second generation immigrants to the country in which they now live. This last point is important because it seems to be the only thing common to most such people.

He has created quite a visual .. a spider web of sorts with dots representing each bomber and lines of association connecting them to one another ...each line represents an association between two or more people. Those associations are limited to only a few people for each group, it turns out.

In the case of the London bombers, they were known to each other from childhood. They were born in England to immigrant parents. They were University students who began hanging out together more and more. The result of their exclusivity led to a narrowing of ideas, it is thought. Their circle of friends shrank until they were spending all their time together at a gym in the basement of a Mosque.... one's marriage failed because he was gone for weeks at a time.. There was NO radical cleric, no al-Qaeda training that could be found. ( In fact, it was said, that al-Qaeda doesn't need to recruit. People clamor to be accepted to al-Qaeda training camps ... only about 20% are actually accepted ! )

They became a family unit feeding upon the need to support one another. A plan of action, seemingly, materialized out of thin air. In other words they sprang up like mushrooms among 'normal' people as the 'normal' people they were. But unlike mushrooms, they sprang up in the glare of broad daylight and operated just like a small family group ... military style. And that is the scary part because there does not seem to be any rhyme or reason for it ... just a quirk of human behavior that is very difficult to spot ahead of time and equally difficult to quantify. The small group that pulled off 911 is just such a group which followed a strikingly similar path.

The man identified as a former IRA killer lent credence to the family adhesion felt in a paramilitary association, such as these bombers feel. "A narrow focus descends upon you that blanks out all else but the mission..." a feeling often ascribed to those in military circumstances. They become 'brothers' ..... ( When I was in the Air Force I had a small sense of this 'brotherhood' feeling myself. )

[ My words not the shows ]
One has to wonder what and who is it that is passing you in the halls each day. Are we somehow, unknowingly, planting the seeds of a new and larger crop of mushrooms that, without a centralized command, will materialize out of thin air and wage war on us in the future for no apparent reason ? Looking at the middle east you have to wonder.

These suicide bombers certainly have no end game in mind. There is no end result they would be happy with so it is not result driven. In fact 'they' is hard to define because there apparently is no leader or strategy in the larger sense. They are small groups of friends known only among themselves, and working independently, that for some reason generate a sense of hatred that they want to express. They then seek out an organization, such as al-Qaeda, to supply the means. If the end they propose happens to coincide with the organizations goals then it is sanctioned and aided. A 'bottom-up' approach as opposed to the traditional 'top-down' military command.

In retrospect, this is nothing new or unusual. What is new and unusual is that organizations, like al-Qaeda, have become enablers. Heretofore angry individuals, or groups of individuals, that might commit small acts of violence are now enabled to cause more widespread violence with the assistance of organizations with better resources, money and training. Rather like a Small Business Association of the disaffected. Instead of setting up coffee shops and hotdog stands, they go into the business of killing and destroying.

It is random hatred directed against everyone and anyone from diverse people, with diverse aims, for diverse reasons ..... And that is darn right scary.

Love, Greg

Friday, March 11, 2005

The change of seasons

Dear May Flower,

Spring is beginning and I love this season very much.
Me too ....... I love the smell of spring, the feel of re-birth, and of seeing all that is dead and grey become alive and green again.

It is a wonderful season filled with promise, hope and potential that silently fades to summer where the promise is fulfilled or not, potential is realized or not and hope gives way to enjoyment and a feeling of wellbeing and peace.

Fall brings a maturity visible to the eyes, a sense of appreciation for what is, and for what is about to be lost. A grand scape of color and crisp air that's gives closure on the fulfillment of springs promise.

Winter reminds us just how short life really is. It wipes natures canvas clean and repaints it with cold, clear air so we can see the stars twinkle brightly in the night sky. It brushes in landscapes of blinding white, shimmering under a high noon sun. A picture postcard of tree branches bending low under their weight of snow, where all that was dead and grey is now wrapped in a blanket of pristine white. Thrilling shows of howling winds and magical nights of swirling ice crystals are reprised often enough and long enough to give us time to reflect upon the present, appreciate the past, and give us reason to look forward to the smell of spring and the promise, hope and potential that awaits.......Gosh, I love the change of seasons.

Love, Greg

Wednesday, March 09, 2005

Dear May,

Yesterday was mild, in the upper 50s ... 62 or so in Boston I heard, but mostly heavy rain all day. The prediction was for plummeting temperatures in late afternoon with the rain turning to snow. I took some time to prepare the snow blower, replacing the traction drive wheel [routine maintenance] and repairing the chute director' motor for the third time [definitely not routine at all].

Last night was the first Finance committee meeting in a while and by the time I left the house to attend, the wind was growing restless, the rain had turned to light snow and a coating of ice covered everything. The meeting ended at 8:45 pm and there I stood looking out through the glass doors of Town Hall, into the parking lot, at what could have been a Norman Rockwell Painting. In the soft yellowish glow of the sodium vapor lamps that lit the parking area, the cars were opaquely visible through swirling and blowing snow ... mini tornados of fine icy flakes dancing in and out between the cars, glowing in the incandescent light.....fascinating.

Before heading out into the fracas I called Christine to assure myself she was safely home ... she was not. Chris was still on the road, about a mile or two from home having wisely driven very carefully on the ice covered streets. After scraping the ice from my windows and those of my parking lot neighbor, I popped the new Sara Brightman CD Christine had given me for my birthday into the player, and headed home.

I rolled over the 2 inches of granulated ice crystals that blanketed our streets, through an atmosphere imparting the sense of having been somehow transposed with the contents of a snow globe...... I am now within it's confines, and the storm is without. Ensconced, warm and dry, within my cocoon of glass and steel with Sara's clear soprano rendering of Pie Jesu coming from the speakers, it was a surreal sight. Backlit by passing streetlights, arms of wind driven snow wrapped silently around the car, hugging it and releasing it over and over again .... one of those truly magical nights.

Once in the yard of home I couldn't get into the house! The latch on the storm door was frozen solid as was the door bell button. I pounded the door latch with my fist to break the ice .....don't worry, the bleeding stopped on its own after a while. I finally called Pat with my cell phone and asked her to come downstairs and open the door. While I stood there waiting, the wind roared through the tree tops over head and the snow swirled around in front of my eyes. It was so thick that you could reach out and grab a fistful, yet it didn't land or cling. Like being at a 3-D movie and seeing the snow all around you, yet remaining untouched by it ...... magical !

I sat in our darkened sunroom for a long time just watching the iridescent snow blow and swirl in front of the large glass windows as last summers decorative flag, depicting birdhouses amongst open flowers, tugged and strained noisily against it's anchor .... really should have changed that flag by now ... ya think ?

Dawn breaks this morning on one of the coldest days of the season and the wind still roars outside, although the precipitation has long stopped.

Like my Father before me ..... I really do enjoy a good storm ........

Love, Greg

Friday, February 04, 2005

Groundhog Day

Dear May,

My Dad had a very "unique" way of preparing Woodchuck. If it had a name I imagine that it would be ...."Revenge Soup" because of their annoying habit of eating his garden vegetables.




  1. First you acquire a Woodchuck by trapping or other means. The preferred method is shooting being careful not to strike it in the head...the reasons will become obvious in a minute.

  2. Next you get out a big pan, fill it with water and bring to a brisk boil.

  3. While waiting for the water to boil you remove the feet just above the 'wrist' joint ... put them aside, they will be used later.

  4. You then separate the head from the body .... discard the body.

  5. Place the head into the now boiling water and allow to 'cook' until all the flesh has separated from the skull bones.

  6. Remove the skull from the liquid. What is left is the "Soup" portion of Revenge Soup ... discard it !

  7. Be sure to wash all pots and pans thoroughly as they will be needed to prepare other meals for visitors.

  8. Place the skull into a Clorox solution and bleach until brilliant white.

  9. Prepare a suitable plaque on which to mount the skull.

  10. Secure the now white skull to the plaque and mount in a conspicuous place ... this is the "Revenge" part of the recipe.

  11. The finished product can be seen below ..... ENJOY !

    Groundhog Day Posted by Hello


I almost forgot about the feet.


  1. Place feet in warm oven and allow to dry [ open doors and windows first for fresh air ]

  2. When completely dry, place then into pockets of coats or jackets.

  3. Ask others to get your keys or other objects from your garment and sit back and enjoy the results.

  4. Great fun for the whole family ! ....

Love, Hungry-Man Greg

Wednesday, January 12, 2005

More than a Democrat

Dear May-be-more-than-a-Democrat ,

How can anyone be "More than a Democrat" ? ...you would probably have to leave our shores and travel 6,000 miles ( from CA ) East to the isle of Briton where I came across the following quote from "The Official Liberal Democrat Website".

"We Liberal Democrats prize freedom of the individual, underpinned by a safety net for the vulnerable, in our society. We are defenders of the public services, free at the point of use. We are internationalist in outlook – pro UN, pro Commonwealth and pro Europe. Our Liberal background makes us wary of an over-mighty state and dedicated to civil liberties. We are enthusiasts for the green agenda." Liberal Democrat Leader Charles Kennedy

Now who could argue with that platform ?

From this I deduce that 'they' champion individual freedoms and civil liberties, free from the heavy hand of excessive government while simultaneously providing free public and welfare services to all. They believe in looking outward internationally and are, at once, in support of a world order ( pro UN ), themselves (pro Commonwealth) and Europe .... all at the same time ..... Oho, and they like the color green as well.

Now THAT is "More-than-a-Democrat"

Love, Repubi-Greg