Ending
Circumcision:
Where Sex and Violence First Meet
Jeannine Parvati Baker1
Flowers In the Rain
Cold, wet, and tired from the long morning rally, my eight-year-old
asks again why we are here. We are standing with about fifty others—media
people, organizers, and just your ordinary eccentrics, grandmothers and
fathers, university professors, musicians, nurses and midwives, lawyers,
artists, writers, men’s rights activists and children—gathered in the industrial
section of Seattle in November. We are all here for one purpose—to report
about and demonstrate against the manufacturers of circumstraint boards—the
plastic Y-shaped cradle boards used to hold infants immobile during medical
procedures.
The members of NOHARMM (National Organization to Halt the Abuse and
Routine Mutilation of Males) and NOCIRC (National Organization of Circumcision
Information Resource Centers, especially the local chapter in Seattle)
called the action. We gathered together on Veteran’s Day to hold a peaceful
demonstration at the only place the boards are manufactured in the US.
It was aired on three TV news stations several times the same evening,
showing us filling a circumstraint board with flowers.
Previously there had been talk of doing a guerrilla theater to get
the media and manufacturer’s attention—the fantasy scripts ranged from
building an adult circumstraint board and staging a mock circumcision of
a man, to strapping a dog on the board and circumcising the animal in public.
The reasoning behind the dog circumcision: There would surely be an outcry
among animal-rights activists if that were done, which would highlight
in some minds the insanity of our doing this, unabashedly, to humans as
a matter of course. These gruesome fantasies eventually yielded to the
idea of placing cut flowers in a circumstraint board in front of the manufacturing
offices.
I felt compelled by conscience to attend the demonstration, yet,
up until this decision, was uneasy about to what degree, if any, I could
participate in an expression of violence. That we chose to prayerfully
and respectfully place flowers was an action that I, as a mother and midwife,
could whole-heartedly embrace. Taking the idea one step further, as a midwife
it was my practice to advise postpartum visitors to bring potted plants
rather than cut flowers. Flowers, separated from their matrix, the earth,
fade and die; a live plant, like a newborn, is still growing. Surrounded
by growing plants reminds the mother that the baby grows best in her arms,
close to the heart. A mother is a baby’s earth. This is why we need more
mothers working with the political organizations to end genital mutilation—to
bring the bigger picture, the connection with our Source, to give a voice
to the Earth.
My Sacred Obligation
For over a generation I have been devotedly writing and speaking against
circumcision. My awakening came in the l960s when I was training to be
a primal therapist. During one session, I assisted an adult to relive his
own circumcision as an infant. Since then, though my mother’s religion
commands circumcision, I felt I had to honor my sacred obligation and protect
my babies from harm. My sons are all intact and so will be my grandchildren.
I used to say that, by nature, I wasn’t very political. Of course
not, for I was raised female and became a mother in a patristic culture.
We were not encouraged to be effective in the political arena. When I looked
up the definition of politics in Webster’s, I was surprised to discover
that the second definition is "practical wisdom." Who else but mothers
have been practicing wisdom day and night by caring for our children? If
a country is to politically thrive, it must include the voices of the mothers
and grandmothers—those who have an obvious, vested interest (call it cellular
or genetic) in sustaining the life that we have brought forth, in ensuring
that the Earth is also intact to support that life.
To answer my youngest daughter’s question, "Why are we here?" my
response was, "How could we not be." When I learned that only in dominator
societies, in warring cultures, does genital mutilation of the young occur,
I saw a way I could be a peacemaker—by fulfilling my central responsibility
as mother. By raising peaceful sons, mothers could stop the destruction
of our Earth. If mothers protected their boys from the unconscious initiation
into the military cult, we would create a sustainable future.
As the Cheyenne Indians say, a nation can fall only when the hearts
of the mothers are to the ground. The big problem with circumcision is
mothers intuitively know it is wrong, yet they deny this natural impulse
to protect their babies. This denial creates a lack of trust in a mother’s
own capacity to protect him from the knife (sword). She will distrust her
own ability to raise her son, enrolling the "expert" or "authority," even
to the extent of literally cutting off parts of his body so that he will
fit on the Procrustean bed of the mythical "normal man"—a warrior. When
we abdicate this power to protect our babies in the early postpartum, no
wonder there is rampant "postpartum depression," i.e. the mother’s heart
is on the ground.
"Just Say No" to Circumcision
To raise up the jubilant heart of mothering, we must do everything we
can to end circumcision. My daughter and I traveled from our cozy, book-lined
home to rainy Seattle to be counted among those who invite the perpetrators
of violence against babies via circumcision to conscience. This was in
my mind with each flower I laid to rest on the circumstraint board on Veteran’s
Day. It has been a long war "the tradition of the fathers" has waged to
do violence to children, to do violence to their mothers and the men these
circumcised men become. It is time to say the war is over by empowering
mothers to "just say no to circumcision."
After a generation’s work to stop circumcision, it is heartening
to witness the involvement of the men’s rights community; men are giving
voice to their experience of the damage done to them without their consent.
For several years, at the International Symposia on Circumcision, I have
presented a Healing Ceremony for those involved in ending genital mutilation.
Seated in a circle, circumcisors, as well as their victims, share their
stories. This "word medicine" is a deep healing balm on every soul. As
men recognize what has been done to them and the mask of denial slips down,
a potent force for healing and protecting the sons of the future emerges.
Unmasked, the real men are now present and can effectively awaken their
brothers to the horror of infant-male genital mutilation.
At the strategy meeting in Seattle, attention was given to the words
we use in this movement. The term mutilation came up as a red flag—one
which is too startling and offensive. However, again the dictionary tells
it like it is: A mutilation is to cut off or damage a body part, or remove
an essential part. This is precisely what circumcision does, as the foreskin
is the most highly innervated tissue, with specialized secretions which
are irreplaceable.
Mutilating the Gods of the Interior
The etymology of the word penis includes an early meaning from
Roman times—the penates are Gods of the Interior, the Inner Household Gods.
By mutilating the "Gods of the Interior" we are disabling our sons from
being in touch with their innermost feelings. A baby who has been circumcised
shuts down his capacity to feel, as life, obviously, is just too painfully
mutilating. All the immense reservoirs of psychic energy used to repress
trauma could, rather, be channeled for sensitive, creative works.
Often I wonder about destiny, and how, on that particular day in
the psychology lab almost thirty years ago, I realized that circumcision
is devastating to the soul. If I hadn’t ever seen a grown man reduced to
the infantile rage and pain (to an unfathomable degree), would I have considered
circumcising my boys? Having experienced firsthand in primal therapy that
the traumatic pain of circumcision is imprinted and can be consciously
recovered, I knew that I would not inflict such pain upon my own flesh
and blood. "Flesh and blood" is not mere hyperbole: The baby and mother
are still one in the early postpartum. What hurts one, harms the other.
This is true for all mothers as well: What we do to one, we do to
another. I asked each mother I attended as midwife about circumcision.
If the parents insisted on it, then they would have to find another midwife.
I couldn’t let myself bond to their baby at birth and not be able to protect
the new one. This declaration saved many a foreskin.
The benefit of "saving foreskins" is the creation of a more peaceful
society. There are male pheromones which signal to other males their relation.
Without the foreskin that produces these scent molecular messengers, men
are more anxious and quicker to assert dominance upon one another. Keeping
our sons intact brings a greater likelihood for cooperative rather than
competitive behaviors with their fathers, brothers, and all men.
Where Sex and Violence First Meet
There is another psychological benefit to keeping our sons intact. The
work of Dr. Rima Laibow (1991) concludes that a man carries unconscious
rage against his own mother for betrayal, abandonment, and the assault
itself. In other words, the unconscious mind of the son blames his mother
for his circumcision, not "the tradition," the circumcisor, or the father
who wanted his son to look like himself—only the mother. It’s just like
some bad Jewish-mother joke.
Indeed, for a newborn, his world is mother. If she cannot protect
him from violation at the beginning, a baby loses trust. And isn’t lack
of trust an issue in relationships between the genders nowadays? Can circumcision
be a symptom of profound resentment between the genders? Can sexuality
be healed on a very deep, unconscious level during the perinatal period?
A connection exists between crimes of sexual violence, rape for example,
and circumcision. The first heterosexual encounter—with a female nurse
prepping the infant male—as well as betrayal by the mother, is revenged
in sexual assaults against women. As Marilyn Milos, Founder and director
of NOCIRC says, "Circumcision is where sex and violence meet for the first
time."
May Our Earth Become the Garden
I know of many courageous parents who, once informed, not only changed
their minds about circumcision, but also became active in helping babies
stay whole. Sometimes this means going against "tradition" . . . and a
family’s attachment to tradition can be tenacious. However, we must choose
only those rituals from our rich traditions which are best-for-life.
We
are free to co-create a new way to show the world what our love looks like
by bringing forth whole children.
By our participation, our marching through Seattle to make a point,
my daughter and I were demonstrating more than our desperation that circumcision
is still happening. (Believe me, it is a sign of desperation that I’d be
motivated to travel from my warm home in this harvest season). We were
also demonstrating that we have trust—trust in people to remember how to
be kind to one another, especially to babies.
With every flower I placed on the circumstraint board, I thought
to myself (then sent through my eyes to one of the workers gathered at
the big front office windows), "May you remember to be kind to babies;
may you stop circumcision."
In closing, my prayer today is for the circumstraint board to go
the way of the cradle board. We have been taught that "the hand that rocks
the cradle rules the world." But, if we truly want to cease "ruling," i.e.
dominating one another, we must keep our babies safe in mothers’ arms.
Let the circumstraint boards become archaic tools, postindustrial museum
pieces depicting torture devices of a less-enlightened time. Or better
yet, let them become planters. May our Earth become the Garden again.
Reference
Laibow, Rima. (1991). Paper, based on her clinical experience, presented
at the Second International Symposia on Circumcision. San Francisco, CA.
Biographical Note
JEANNINE PARVATI BAKER completed the Master’s program in psychology
at Sonoma State University and is the founder of Hygieia College, devoted
to healing the Earth by healing birth. She is the author of the books:
Prenatal
Yoga and Natural Birth; Hygieia:
A Woman’s Herbal; and Conscious
Conception. She is listed in Who’s Who of U.S. Writers, Editors,
and Poets, who nominated her for the Woman of the Year Award ‘93 for Contributions
to Medicine. She is in private practice in central Utah, where she
homeschools her family. She may be contacted at 40 North State Street,
Joseph UT
84739-1207. E-mail, click on freestone@hubwest.com
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Copyright © 1996 by Jeannine Parvati Baker
1. This article was originally published
in Primal Renaissance: The Journal of Primal Psychology, Vol. 2, No.
1, Spring 1996, pp. 54-58. Reprinted with permission.
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