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CCLVII – tale of the tapes

29 Monday Dec 2008

Posted by nelle in Henry Smithson, Jamila Karenga, llhaesa, Ronnie, Tim

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Henry Smithson, present at the time of llhaesa’s metamorphosis, remained silent in the aftermath of the incident, but grew increasingly restless with the government’s inappropriate conduct toward llhaesa and the Salston family.

On Sunday, as Ronnie and Jahrae dined and discussed, Henry contacted Jamila, sharing that he still had the original tapes, both digital and analogue. Over the past few months, Henry requested review of the original copies for evidence of alteration or fabrication, and as he expected, they came back certified as original and clean of tampering.

Henry gave copies to the government, and he was uncertain how the government would react to his having possession of the original copies. Now, as he explained to Jamila, he wished to release the tapes for public viewing, in order that people know the truth. Perhaps, he felt, the truth would motivate people to help free llhaesa by pressuring their legislative leaders.

Jamila, torn between waiting until Wednesday and the extended live broadcast, or airing immediately, decided to show the recordings immediately. The airing was simply too important to wait. The broadcast was set for Monday, again broadcast live, but only for a ninety-minute slot.

Syndicate stations were happy to oblige the live broadcasts and expanded time, as the programmes were advertising dollar gold mines.

Jamila asked Henry to fly in to Chicago and be on the programme, where he could narrate what viewers were watching, and then take questions subsequent to the showing. The recordings would air twice during the broadcast, in case viewers were late tuning in.

After the broadcast ended, news programmes would receive permission to air the video to their audiences.

Henry landed in Chicago at nine Monday morning, and immediately headed for Jamila’s offices. He played the recordings for Jamila simultaneously and side by side. The tapes were not long at just over 12 minutes, but what was in the twelve minutes still stunned, even though Jamila knew the overall story and the result.

By ten am, syndicate stations were informing viewers of an important live Jamila broadcast that day, this broadcast an important element leading into the longer, telethon-like broadcast of Wednesday. The programme would air beginning at 2 pm eastern time.

In Washington, reactionary elements of Acting President Bill Green’s staff grew apprehensive, knowing Jamila’s connection to the Salstons, and knowing her view of the matter. They rightly feared a backlash from the general populace from her efforts, given Jamila’s level of popularity with people, and their trust in her advocacy. While they tried to find ways to prevent the broadcast from airing, there was the administration could do but watch and react after the fact.

The audience for the programme filled the studio by one hour before the broadcast, and Jamila took the unusual step of coming out and chatting with the audience for that entire hour. Taped, this interaction might air later or in short segments during the telethon broadcast.

The programme went live at precisely 2 pm, a curious and sizeable audience tuned in to watch, both in the US and via satellite around the world.

“Good afternoon, America, and hello to the world!

I requested live broadcast time today, as I have for Wednesday, in order to air special recordings brought to us today. These recordings also involve llhaesa t’yaeli, and it is vital – vital – that people see for themselves what happened with llhaesa that sparked this whole story four months ago.

As you know, we will delve into her detention and mistreatment on Wednesday, as well as into the landing in Henna last Friday. Today, I would like people to see what started all of this, see the angst of before with the joy of after, and picture how you would feel in that moment if you were the one disconnected from who you are.

With me today is Henry Smithson-“ Jamila stopped as the audience applauded upon hearing Henry’s name. As the applause faded, Jamila continued, “Henry Smithson was present at and recorded this incident in northern New Hampshire, and he is with us to explain what is on the tapes.

Before we bring out Henry and view the tapes – which are ten minutes long, by the way – I have a few words to say on this matter, a prelude to what I will share on Wednesday.

I spent time with llhaesa t’yaeli, Ronnie Salston, and their children, and it sickens me that people think her some heinous monster hell bent to destroy our way of life.

What I see is us hell bent on destroying llhaesa, Ronnie, and their children. If you saw them up close, if you chatted with them, you would see wonderful people who care about each other, who care about our world, who wish to make it a better place.

Two thousand years ago, some disliked another who tried to make a difference. Ask yourselves – are we destined to repeat the mistakes of that time?

On Wednesday, we will replay some of the original interview with llhaesa. We will have various guests stop in to share their thoughts, and ask each of you to take the time to sign a statement asking for llhaesa’s release, and for proper treatment befitting a guest to our world.

You will be able to sign on the internet, or verbally by phone. The numbers and internet address will post to our website on 8 am on Wednesday morning.

I mentioned guests would stop in. Expect to see the unexpected, expect that anyone you can think of might show up on this stage. All are invited, and the only prerequisite is that they be an enthusiastic llhaesa supporter.

Thank you. We will be right back.” Television audiences watched a cut away to a commercial break, while Jamila checked her notes, talked to her producer, and readied for the next segment. After three minutes, she was again live on the air.

“Welcome back. As mentioned, our guest today is Henry Smithson. Henry is a four time Orville Award winner for Best Documentary. His latest project began earlier this year, a documentary on the plight of transgendered folk in our society.

As part of his research, Henry asked if he could film clients meeting and interacting with their therapist. Dolores O’Brien, a therapist in northern New Hampshire and renowned in New England for her work, graciously agreed, and three clients signed waivers allowing their sessions to be taped.

The first scheduled for taping was Tim Salston, of Henna New Hampshire. Tim increasingly struggled with gender issues, and at one point, trying to escape the pain, drank at a local bar, drove, and hit another vehicle, injuring the driver. The injured driver became a friend to Tim, and taught ways to deal with the struggles within.

On a damp and raw day in May of this year, Tim drove an hour north to see Dolores, to meet for one hour. Henry’s crew, to film this interaction, brought Tim to her office. With that background, I would like to invite our guest out here to share what happened after. Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome Henry Smithson!”

Henry walked out confidently; you could tell he was comfortable in front of a crowd. Upon reaching Jamila, he gave her a hug, and then turned and nodded to the audience, all smiles.

The applause died away, and Jamila moved into the substance of her programme. “Henry, you were there to witness the incident in northern New Hampshire. Can you give us some background on what unfolded?”

“Sure, Jamila, I can do that. Let me say first it is a pleasure to be on this programme, and you are performing a wonderful service in trying to help llhaesa!

Now, moving into your question, we had our equipment set up, two cameras on each of three tripods. One camera was for digital footage, the other old-fashioned analogue footage. The cameras were set together in order to provide contrast from the same angle.

Tim came in and Dolores greeted him, and they moved to set down, Tim on a sofa, Dolores on an overstuffed chair.

Dolores began by asking about Tim’s dreams, one of which involved a rape. She also asked about a song Tim felt compelled to write. As the conversation moves along, Dolores pushes Tim on the song and the rape, culminating in Tim playing the written and assembled music, and singing with the music.”

Jamila took this as her cue, and simply called out, “play the tapes.” After a moment she added, “what you will see is a split screen, one of analogue footage, one of digital footage, this from camera number one.”

They stood silently as the tape began. When Tim began to sing, you could hear a pin drop in an audience. As his voice began to change, a slight murmur rippled through, and when the first flash of light appeared, the audience gasped.

The film is nearing the end, the audience sees Dolores rise out of her seat, while the cameraperson behind her stands with his mouth open. Tim rises up, bright light emanating from Tim’s body and engulfing Tim. The singing voice is now feminine and professional, and far more powerful than the weak, off key, warbling at the beginning.

Tim stumbles, knocking over a table and lamp, chair, and camera, while something gains leverage through the falling, spins forward and flies up into the window, shattering it.

The tape stops, and the audience is buzzing, astounded by what they have witnessed.

Jamila called out for the crowd to quiet, and once they complied, turns to Henry to ask, “You had the films checked for authenticity and verification.”

“Yes I did, Jamila. I knew people would be inclined not to believe what they witnessed, given special effects and all, so before a mass audience saw it, I moved to have its authenticity certified.”

“You had this done through Sorensen Labs, right?”

“Yes, Jamila.”

“For those of you who do not know, Sorensen is the most prestigious organisation I can think of when it comes to certifying authenticity of film. They have exposed a number of fraudulent videos over the last ten years.

Just then, doors behind the audience flew open, and a dozen agents moved briskly down the aisles, and up on stage. Jamila was shocked, but had the presence of mind to call out, “We are going to take a short break, and when we come back, we will look at the second camera angle. Don’t go away!”

One of the agents demanded the video, and Jamila refused. She ordered her camera crew to keep taping, and would rebroadcast this incident later.

“You have produced no warrant to invade this space and take private property. I ask you to leave!”

The audience, pissed at the heavy handed effort of the government, started throwing things at the agents, prompting Jamila to turn and ask them to stop, which they did after her words settled in.

“Please! Please leave before you have a riot to contend with, as the people will not tolerate your conduct. Tell your bosses that this is the land of the free, and that we believe in civil rights and equal rights. Now get the hell out of my studio!”

The audience rose to its feet and cheered, the cheers continuing for minutes, and grew louder as the agents left the studio. Jamila had forgotten the taping, and realised they were long since back on the air.

Quickly calming into her usual television persona, she remarked, “Can you believe that just happened? OK, we should continue before our oppressors return for keeps this time!

Let’s return to the programme subject, the second camera angle. Please roll this footage.”

The audience watched the second angle, and then the third – until knocked over by Tim at the end.

As the programme wound down, Jamila knew her intuition was on the mark. The audience accepted what happened, sympathised with llhaesa, and by extension, deplored the government’s current conduct – its conduct with llhaesa and in her studio on this day. She sensed Wednesday would prove a pivotal day – and she was right.

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♣ raison d’être


Over the past seven months, writing the individual stories of llhaesa and Jahrae, as well as their common story, has taken a special place in my heart.

There are some elements, those with playful exchanges, or those where discussion is heavier, that grab hold of my emotions, sometimes even grab hold of my thoughts, weighing upon me during the day.

llhaesa’s story has been welling inside of me for some significant time in rough form. The story is a by-product of coping with gender dysphoria, of being a feminist and a lesbian, and dealing with all the issues related to being lgbt through my life, from closet to post-coming out; while finding – or perhaps stumbling - my way through.

Music is the catalyst, a translator of raw sensory information and feelings, that helps me take the cloud forming in my mind and shape it into story. Sometimes this is via the lyrics, other times through the melody, sometimes simply by way of the sound of an individual instrument.

Musical influences come from Delerium; Beth Orton; Dar Williams; Joan Armatrading; Sarah McLachlan; Tori Amos; Natalie Merchant; Heather Nova; Tracy Chapman; Linda Perry; Alanis Morissette; Bruce Springsteen; Brooke White; Roxy Music; and many others.

There is no order to the posting of story elements or in writing them; each is posted randomly in time, of character, of place - much like how we might share stories from our lives with another. There are times when I will string together elements, and that pattern is evident in the rescue of llhaesa and the subsequent reunion.

Most of the novel is told via a narrator; with one exception. Writing llhaesa’s last day from her perspective - what she experiences, what she sees unfold around her, how she views and reacts to these things – seemed more compelling and interesting. I added one final element to this that actually is not of her last day on Arrhazon, but in her coming out here.

There are six posts told from llhaesa’s real time experience. These story elements (in her words I-VI) are the most interesting and fun to write, as well as the most emotionally draining. As I write this, 29 posts remain in book one, and the last ten have proven the most demanding emotionally.

Some of the story involves an element of science fiction, necessary to bridge the connection between the two worlds, the disconnects, the reconnects. It is not my intent to fashion a tale of science fiction, and the parts that touch on it will remain an essential minimum. The true intent is to share a humanist and feminist story, one where two worlds struggle to find their way to gender equality. The main protagonists are lesbian, and we get to see where at least on one world, this is no issue. Our world can have issue with us, and in this story, one gets to watch as both worlds find their way to creating more accepting and equal societies. The next book will find llhaesa facing this issue square on.

The story consists of 300 individual elements, which when collectively read forms a story of book length. As written currently and displayed on the blog, this is a rough draft; changes will likely be made over time to already published elements.

This is Book One, as what follows post 300 will best be framed into its own book. The second will address issues that will be at once interesting and challenging to explore and contemplate - building upon the story told in Book One. Llhaesa, drawing upon idealism, optimism, and an incredible ability to motivate, will tackle issues in ways I believe most all of us in the lesbian community would wish to see unfold in actuality. If nothing else, the story allows us to get lost in fantasy for a while.

While the title is ‘world’s undone,' this is really the life story of and the results triggered by an incredibly talented musician and activist. Llhaesa refuses to sit idly by while gender discrimination harms the women of her world and freedom is lost on one world, paying a terrible price for her effort. When she resurfaces here, now it is our turn to face her challenges to a world resulting from her unrelenting vision and dreams.

Jahrae, while prominent throughout the story, is sort of the unsung hero, the person who grows through the story to become a formidable presence in her own right. This is by design, and her growth is a perfect match to llhaesa, who needs someone to challenge and inspire her to new learning, to new creativity.

As I wrote the story, note that I originally did not plan on having the children parented by Jahrae, Ronnie, and llhaesa. Initially my intent was for friction to build, to show that sometimes we run into difficulty seeing eye to eye with our spouses. In the end, I could not do this, for my idealism and optimism, of trying to craft something as it should be, got in the way.

nelle

♣ say that again?

Aalon:

A.ah.lawn



Aailhra:

A.yul.har.rah



Arrhazon:

Are.ha zawn



Brellian:

Brr.L.lee.an



Chsensera:

Cheh.sen.sear.rah



Cshrehyi:

Sess.ray.hee



Djellrin:

Dee.jell.er.in



E'sphara:

E.ss.far.ruh



Gl’nsiel Frehsan:

Jellen.sheel Fray.shawn



Hrilleae:

Ha.rill.ee.ay



I'Isahra M'lensa:

I.ih.sah.rah Mah.len.sah



Jahrae T'srha Khentavra:

Ja.ha.ray Teh.share.ahh Ka.hen.tahv.rah



Jesnsera Sserhara:

Ja.ess.en.sear.ah Say.sear.ahh



Elsrensia K’avahra:

L.sir.rent.sha Kah.hah.vair.ah



Khaehala:

Kay.ha.la



Khahishra:

Ka.ha.heesh.ruh



Kyielra:

Ka.E.I'll.ra



llhaesa ahrella t'yaeli:

lie yay sah are.ha.rell.la tay.lye



Lzrehae N’seseh:

Lah.zer.ra.hay N.sha.say



M'sela J'serhn:

Mah.sell.ahh Jay.sehr.hen



M'traliel Zralensa:

M.tra.lee.ell Zee.ra.len.sah



Mrevan:

Mm.ruh.van



Njesera:

En.djuh.say.rah



N'rellia:

N.rell.lee.ah



Olterian:

Oh.L.tear.E.an



Saehressa:

Sigh.ah.ress.ah



Serada:

Sir.rah.da



Sjre Jlrasre:

S.jer.ray Jas.sell.rass.er



Sk'vra Kjurha:

Skeh.var.rah Kah.jour.rah



Vreloran:

Vreh.lore.an



Zreltian:

Zzer.L.she.an



♣ people and places

  • 51 Pegasi
  • Aailhra
  • Aalon
  • Addison
  • AGA
  • Alicia Ellenwood
  • Anita
  • arlkhala
  • Arrhazon
  • Arrhazon College
  • Arrhka
  • Arrkarhara
  • Barbara Millwood
  • Bill Green
  • Boston
  • Brellian
  • Casey
  • Chsensera
  • city north
  • Cshrehyi
  • David
  • Djellrin
  • Dolores
  • Dottie Salston
  • Dr Elsrensia K’avahra
  • Dr. Ed Ellsworth
  • Dr. Wrehsx
  • E'sphara
  • Empo
  • Ensign Sserhara
  • Gl'nsiel
  • Henry Smithson
  • Hrilleae
  • I’Isahra M’lensa
  • J'saera
  • Jahrae
  • Jamila Karenga
  • J’luhre Forest Preserve
  • Jesnsera
  • Jredvarha City
  • Keene
  • Khaehala
  • Khahishra
  • Kukaeshra
  • Kyielra
  • Lajxa R’chr
  • llhaesa
  • Lzrehae
  • M'sela J'serhn
  • M'traliel
  • Marcia Paang
  • Mark Cahill
  • Mrevan
  • N'rellia
  • N'rellia Naturally
  • Nenseru Woods
  • Njesera
  • North 41
  • Old City
  • Olterian
  • reiki
  • Ronnie
  • Saehressa
  • Sara Beth
  • SEQ
  • Serada
  • Sjre Jlrasre
  • Sk'vra
  • southeast quadrant
  • Susan Woodward
  • Sylvia Washington
  • Tim
  • V'aesza
  • Vicki
  • Vreloran
  • Y'sre School of Music
  • Zreltian

♣ who’s who

Aalon:

Chief Curator of N’rellia Conservatory of Music



Aailhra:

Arrhazonan equivalent to Reiki



Addison:

Ronnie and llhaesa’s eldest daughter



Arrhazon:

llhaesa & Jahrae home world



Brellian:

Unstable Arrhazonan dictator



Chsensera:

Child friend of llhaesa and Jahrae



Cshrehyi T’yaeli:

llhaesa’s brother



Djellrin Khentavra:

Jahrae’s dad



E'sphara:

Owner of E’sphara Artist Colony



Gl’nsiel Frehsan:

Chief of Government after Brellian



Hrilleae Khentavra:

Jahrae’s mum



Admiral I'Isahra M'lensa:

Commander of Equality



Jahrae T'srha Khentavra:

llhaesa’s wife, and Ambassador



Jesnsera Sserhara:

hero of revolution who saves Jahrae



Ensign Jesnsera Sserhara:

daughter of Jahrae’s friend & wife of Chsensera



Elsrensia K’avahra:

Physician and revolutionary



Khaehala:

Chsensera’s mum



Khahishra:

llhaesa’s college roommate and M’traliel’s wife



Kyielra:

victim of murder, witnessed by young Jahrae



llhaesa ahrella t'yaeli:

musician and leader of two worlds



Lzrehae N’seseh:

Government employee and discoverer of important documents



M'sela J'serhn:

llhaesa’s college advisor



M'traliel Zralensa:

friend of llhaesa, and first lover



Mrevan:

llhaesa’s dad



Njesera:

Head of government records department



N'rellia:

Llhaesa’s college and most prestigious school on Arrhazon



Olterian:

Concert promoter



Saehressa:

llhaesa’s mum



Serada:

Ronnie and llhaesa’s youngest daughter



Sjre Jlrasre:

Café owner



Sk'vra Kjurha:

llhaesa nemesis and future hero of revolution



Vreloran:

government technician who helps llhaesa



Zreltian:

Former Arrhazonan Chief of Government



♣ historical tales

  • February 2009
  • January 2009
  • December 2008
  • November 2008
  • October 2008
  • September 2008
  • August 2008
  • July 2008
  • June 2008

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