Gender Manifests from Within
©Copyright 2016: Richard von Sternberg, All Rights Reserved
©Copyright 2016: Richard von Sternberg, All Rights Reserved
Unfortunate Accident on the Highway
I was 23, married, and a Spanish teacher when my first
communication from the Selective Service arrived, ordering me to appear for a
pre-induction physical during the height of the Viet Nam War.
Six years before that, in an accident in which
my passenger (and closest friend) was killed as we broadsided a drunk driver
who had turned left across the lane I was in without looking to see if anybody
was coming -- at 40 miles per hour -- a driver who was so inebriated that they
could not administer anesthesiology for three hours as his blood alcohol was at
dangerous levels, we soared through the air from the motor scooter we were on,
over the car and onto the roadway beyond.
My friend was killed instantly and,
miraculously, I was not. Instead, I
developed a form of arthritis that is apparently easy for an orthopedic
specialist to detect from an X-ray.
Arthritic Iteration
In college I began to notice my arthritis for the first time
and was counseled by the university physician to speak to a specialist. X-rays were taken, my arthritis was
identified and, as there was no known cure, the doctor told me to be careful
with my neck throughout life, and expect it to worsen with time. I left the office with a synopsis of my
condition with his signature, a paper that went into a file at home where it
stayed until it was time to go to the pre-induction physical.
During the pre-induction physical, I found an opportunity to
have a one-on-one conversation and was able to show the synopsis from the
orthopedic surgeon to the sergeant who had agreed to speak with me. He read it, handed it back to me and said: “The
US Army will not accept you if you try to enlist. Neither will the Navy, the Air Force, the
Marines or the Coast Guard as you are considered a risk to the government if
you are injured and must be supported for life.
Any of the armed forces can draft you into the military in spite of your
arthritis however.”
Retired Air Force
Officer Creates Superior Foreign Language Program
there was another party with a vested interest in my not being drafted: the
retired Air Force officer who was in charge of the model foreign language
program the State of California had recognized in Sonoma where I was employed
as a bilingual specialist, one of few available with the designated credentials
at the time.
Mr. Martin grew quite
concerned when the highly watched and emulated foreign language teaching
program he had begun – resulting from my potential absence -- might suddenly
have a hole in it. Due to his former
military service, he was able to make an appointment to see an important person
in Sacramento who signed two deferments (one per semester) so that I could
remain in the articulated foreign language program, but was told there would be
no more deferments at the end of that school year.
No doubt because Mr. Martin had experienced so much success
in the Air Force, he steered me in that direction, I enlisted and flew off to
boot camp where I met a human being who, in spite of the fact that we have
spent only a modicum of time together, made a lifelong impression on me.
Abrupt Shock at
Lackland Air Force Base
In a minute’s time in this new environment I went from being
a salient professional married to an ideal mate to a piece of dirt floating in
a washing machine, alone, just another Airman of thousands being “processed”
through military basic training. This
after having taught at a university, a junior college, two non-public high
schools and in a model program covering grades 6 through senior in college. I was 5 to 6 years older than all the other
Airmen in my squadron.
The haircut down to scalp level, the uniform, the classes,
the cafeteria, the marching, running, cleaning, studying, organizing, shooting:
after not too long one either conformed or, like a fellow three beds down from
me in the bay, you woke up in the night screaming and tossing after your
psychotic break, the stage where they come and take you away.
Once I caught my breath and stopped feeling sorry for
myself, I began to observe the people around me and how they went about what they did, how they learned, how quickly, how they adapted. Perhaps because I had been so recently ground
through the college mill, where mental obstacles as difficult as the physical
obstacles of the daily maneuverings of fresh enlistees had already become a way
of life for me, I began to observe and reflect on the processes employed in the
structure of the training I was now part of.
I looked to see what the goals and objectives were behind each step of
the training and came to respect all the brain power and organizational skill
that had engineered the methodology to inculcate into the troops the objectives
of general military thinking in the form of recognizable and testable skill
sets all military personnel absolutely had to master.
There is a Right Way,
a Wrong Way, and the Military Way
We were overgrown adolescents who were not in tune with the
adult value of accepting responsibility for the things we did and the wake they
left in the world around us. Making
every Airman aware of everything he does wrong in behavior, dress and skill
mastery, scolding, punishing, constantly inventing hypothetical situations that
can occur any moment, like forgetting to salute an officer, and causing worry
about the danger of allowing that, or a thousand other similar things, to happen,
reduces all the players in the training program to operating under the dark
cloud of fear that Shakespeare mentioned in Hamlet: “Best safety lies in fear”.
The structure is so well worked out, so time-proven, nobody
really questions it, only reacts to it.
I wondered as I watched if the overall methodology reflecting the
thinking behind it all was the method most likely to achieve the desired
results, which were, as we were told, to instill camaraderie and pride.
Operant Conditioning,
aka Behavior Modification
I instilled camaraderie and pride in my students, I thought
to myself, and what worked best for me was the exact opposite. I had studied the great psychologists and
educators in the teacher credential program and was pretty familiar with the
punishment and rewards of the famous Dr. B. F. Skinner’s methods of
conditioning, the reasoning behind the fear tactics of military training
emphasizing the punishments rather than the rewards.
At the same time, however, I was not only aware of, but had
achieved success with its opposite: Positive Reinforcement. For me the difference was obvious: the
approaches, the results and the rewards taught me almost overnight that a
person, student or otherwise, will get much further along if his or her
motivation is to achieve success instead of being subject to the motivation to
avoid failure.
Sergeant Rudy Gieshen, by the end of a week or so, was
unable to hide his human side. He was
articulate, intelligent, and had a subtle wit that he could hide when he wanted
to and pretend to be angry or upset by a bed not made with the blankets tight
enough to bounce a quarter off of.
Without intending to, he let show that he had real feelings for the
trainees and took his work seriously enough to think of how everything he was
doing reflected on him. You could tell
he was worried when we couldn’t do what we were supposed to be able to by such
and such a day like a mother worried about her ducklings being able to fly.
One day I approached the sergeant while we were on the track
to run the mile, with the feeling of being a fellow teacher who knew a better
way to achieve results, had been exposed to something that worked much
better. In the spirit of sharing my
knowledge, I asked him: “Have you ever heard of Positive Reinforcement Behavior
Modification?” He was so caught off
guard that he was silent for an uncomfortable amount of time. His self-consciousness leaked out of all his
pores at once as he decided to just say he had not. I told him, in as few words as I could put it,
how much better people did when they thought they were appreciated. I told him I was a teacher and had learned
that compliments take you far further than threats and put-downs. That to motivate every Airman by being
positive when correct behavior is exhibited would achieve the results he is
looking for in half the time.
Talk about Fear
Right after the words left my mouth I wondered if I had just
done something stupid. Tampering with
the established order of things in a place where it is so established, they
have their own system of justice to enforce the norms of the great institution
of military power. I looked for some
kind of answer from him and he finally just muttered something under his breath
and I rejoined the group of perpetually nervous adolescents, continually
reminding each other of all the things to worry about.
The next day during Physical Conditioning I saw Sergeant
Gieschen with an officer donning a uniform full of stripes and decorations, the
most I had seen up to that day. “von
Sternberg,” he barked at me, “Come here.”
I nearly fainted, thunderstruck with fear of what I had done to myself
by questioning the sacred order of the practices of the United States Air
Force. Sheepishly I approached the two
and stood before them silently. I do not
remember the officer’s name after so many decades have passed, but Sergeant
Gieschen introduced me to one of the “biggies” on base and asked me to please
explain to him what I had said about – and I DO remember this clearly –
Positive reinforcement behavior modification.
First off it occurred to me that the sergeant I had
mistakenly thought was unimpressed by what I had to say had listened so
carefully that he was able to repeat exactly what he heard. Then, however, my most paranoid possible
feelings began to overwhelm me as I stood wondering if my head had been placed
into a Guillotine and this striped and bannered giant was about to haul me off
to the base authorities to explain why I felt the emperor was wearing no
clothing. And who knows what fate lay
beyond?
They Got it
Instead, the senior officer listened patiently as I
explained the concept in greater detail.
I was so familiar with what I was talking about that I was able to
explain and, at the same time, remain aware of the surprise I was feeling by
the awe I had inspired in the VERY most unlikely place in life I would have
expected it. Whether this was ultimately
leading to a rosier relationship with my military or the brig, I was having one
of life’s greatest moments.
At one point in the day, most likely a planned surprise,
Sergeant Gieschen blurted out the name of one of the Airmen, got his attention,
then proceeded to compliment him for one thing or another he had done
right. As the very old saying goes: you
could have heard a pin drop. I could
feel heat come to my face as I recognized the effect my words had initiated and
knew exactly how that adolescent felt right then. And it continued. Gieschen tested the system a little at a
time, saw it worked and kept going as we all began to drop our guard but not
our respect. In fact, the level of
respect began to climb and kept going to the end of the training.
Each recruit began to talk about what they felt as a result
of the way the sergeant had changed his approach. I wondered the obvious: was this human being
unusual in some way in being open to a radically different idea, not afraid of
it or inclined to extinguish it? Had I
approached any of the other flight leaders, or just ones who were rigidly
opposed to entertaining novel ideas, my words may not have led to trouble, but
likely would have fallen on deaf ears. I
could not have approached the base commander to broach the subject of applied
psychology, but any of the instructors could, and my sergeant did. Hence, the talk among the troops continued to
ferment.
Famous Literary
Heroes
In a dream like state while taking care of some mundane task
I had a higher consciousness moment and saw Rudy Gieschen as a hero with a
halo, a fellow human on the other side of my human equation of kindness, a
kindred spirit. Being strong in
personality, and now having caught a wave of success in his training, he
reminded me of respected heroes, unsung and otherwise, who have inspired others
to greatness, probably because I had studied literature fairly recently and was
still filled with the many stories of great classic heroes.
I decided to write the base commander to tell him how I felt
that Sergeant Gieschen deserved some special recognition for learning one
concept and suddenly blossoming as an inspirational leader. I composed the letter, written in long hand on
USAF stationery, and shared it with the rest of the men in my flight while
asking them to sign it with me if they agreed.
I wish there could have been a way to capture the moment of panic as,
one by one, each fellow smarted inside from the burst of self-consciousness
created by the thought of stepping out of the shadows of “Please don’t notice
me” obscurity. It was a tough sell for
me, but I was able to get every signature, put the letter in an envelope, address it to
the base commander and deliver it in person to the main office.
A few days later the sergeant called a meeting in the day
room and thanked us all for whatever it was we had done to get him suddenly
recognized and rewarded. The moment of
goodness I had hoped for now extended itself into my whole basic training
initiation as I saw the sergeant become empowered enough to make a difference
and feel good about it. He invited me to
meet his family off base, took me to a German restaurant somewhere in San Antonio. A friendship bond formed that began in 1970,
one of the kind that connects at a level of humanity deeper than all the issues
we carry on the surface such as our political and religious beliefs, biases and
so forth. The kind that remains intact
even in the absence of any communication.
The only other time I saw Rudy was when my wife and I drove
to Mexico via the Pan American Highway where it begins in Texas and detoured to
San Antonio to spend a couple of days with Rudy’s family before we headed south
of the border. That visit reinforced all
the great feelings that began with boot camp but was our last visit for
decades.
When the Wheel of
Life Turns and you are not Watching
Out of the blue I received a communication from a Gieshen
whose first name was Rachel, scaring me a little that a relative of my hero was
contacting me to say Rudy had passed.
Instead it was Rudy who said he/she was born into man’s body but
identified with female instead. This was
the first person in my immediate life, as opposed to in a news story or a
magazine article or TV program who had done this. Gieschen surprise number two. If enough decades pass between visits, it
should not even come as a surprise that there are surprises. If the bond that formed in the beginning is a
strong one, then the many changes do not change the nucleus. Same hero, new form.
Rachel enjoys traveling and booked a tour to the West Coast
to see some famous sites a couple of months ago and I drove to Sacramento to
spend a day eating Italian food and catching up. So this story of personal change has a happy
ending. Forty-seven years later, still
friends.
You're an outstanding writer. you should submit that to a magazine or some place to get it published.
ReplyDeleteJohn Hugel
Thank you Richard
ReplyDeleteWonderful
Kim
I am so grateful to have read your story. I connected with you only via emails as I seek to assist my son in finding a property to purchase. Over the last year or more you have continuously sent me notices of property prospects for me to view even though we are not quite ready to take that step (hope to be soon). Having read your writing I feel there wouldn't be another realtor (person) I'd rather work with. Many thanks for a beautiful writing, a meaningful and rich story.
ReplyDeleteBarbara Lynne
Hi Richard - thank you for this! its a very strong story about life - thanks!
ReplyDeleteBryan Cooper
Richard,
ReplyDeleteI absolutely love it. Once again the human spirit persists in heroism! This is beautiful!
I'll have to leave a comment online. All I can think is that you attract incredible people into your life, like attracts like. There isn't a life you haven't lived. What a chapter...
I'd like to recommend you to NPR...
At work with my tiny human, River Zane. He is teaching me so many things about life.
More soon,
Meridith
Hi Richard,
ReplyDeleteYou are right. That was a really good story. The picture of you two at the end made it for me.
Keep sending me your blog posts please.
Elizabeth
This is a great story and connects the face I have known for many years to a noble character I had always imagined.
ReplyDeleteThank you for sharing.
Bijan
Great story Richard!! Your friend Bob Accornero
ReplyDeleteI wish you the very best Richard. Happy New Year. Alberto Ríos,
ReplyDeleteThank you, Richard. Enjoy it I did. My mother used to say, “Don’t cast your pearls to swine.” I say cast your seeds of thought to all. You never know what might take root. Your story, a perfect example.
ReplyDeleteCousin Carl of Canfield will be 100 years old on March 12th !
Nancy Hunt
Hi Richard,
ReplyDeleteYour writing is so good, and this is a fascinating story! You never cease to amaze me. Always glad to read your blogs Richard.
Happy New Year!
Joe Whelehon
afternoon Richard,
ReplyDeleteall i can say is wow!! i reallllllllly don't know what to say! i am flabber gasted at such a great memory for you and it brings back so many memories of my time as a TI. However i i never knew if somehow or if any of my training affected any of the couple of thousands of RAINBOWS I had put into the Air Force in those 4 1/2 years. i have mixed emotions because these are the nicest/ most complimentary word anyone has ever said about me. i can't thank you enough. i am trying to think of how to say thank you so much for this "write up". you are an amazing person and glad we became friends.
do you think you could make a copy of the flight picture and send it to me please! i would love to have it. hope you have a great new year!
Rachael
Thanks Richard, it's a great story. I tried to post a comment but couldn't figure out how. We're in Bodega Bay starting 2017 off right. Happy new year to you and yours, Albertina
ReplyDeleteHad the time to read your post...
ReplyDeleteLove you even more....no offense to your spouse:) love her too
Leticia
Well written and most enjoyable! Not everyone would be as accepting of a transgender friend, but how wonderful that you kept your friendship intact! I love the teacher's input you gave, and that it was implemented to good effect.
ReplyDeleteI do have one question--how did you enlist if you had been told no branch of the military would accept you?
Have a wonderful year, and please keep writing and sending your stories our way.
Brenda
I believe the recruiter I spoke with had a quota to fill.
DeleteWOW. Thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeleteCraig and Kelly Todd
Wonderful article Richard!
ReplyDeleteWishing you a year filled with joy,
Sheila
Excellent!
ReplyDeleteJerry Striff
WOW! Richard, what a wonderful story.
ReplyDeleteFirst, I'm tickled by the positive reinforcement learning, and then the positive reinforcement you and the men in your flight gave in response, then the positive reinforcement all received about it! Positivity begets more of itself. Another way to say many good deeds are NOT punished.
I'm tickled by the end, as well. I saw a gender reference at the top of the piece, and was so engrossed I forgot about it, then lo and behold! I love to find what diverse, challenged, overcoming, beautiful human specimens grace this planet. Rachel, and you!
And a cool reminder of how much we change as humans. All these opinions and ideas and preferences... fleeting! So precious and so inconsequential, simultaneously.
Thanks for sharing.
Angie Monette Harrison
Great blog post, Richard. Really enjoyed it!
ReplyDeleteSheryl Eaton
Thanks for sharing Richard! ☺ Erik OquistThanks for sharing Richard! ☺ Erik Oquist
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ReplyDeleteThanks for sending out this very sweet and timely blog. I took the liberty of forwarding your blog to Kimiko. I suggested she send it to her boss, Coldwell Banker would do well to encourage a little more positive reinforcement!
ReplyDeleteBest for the new year,
Stephen
Thank you for sending this, Richard. It is beautifully written and a wonderful story for our times. Coincidentally, I think John might have been in that same foreign language program in El Paso, TX. Small world.
ReplyDeleteHappy New Year.
Beth Craven
amazing story Richard . . you looked good in uniform!
ReplyDeletePete Phillippe
Hey Richard, I very much enjoyed reading you post and hearing your life's stories over dinner. You have had quite an amazing life filled with experiences one could only dream of. Very well written and I look forward to reading more and chatting about life. Thanks again.
ReplyDeleteJosh Pierce
This was a great read Richard. Skinner's work has now influenced the development of Positive Behavioral Intervention Support (PBIS) in schools. We are just beginning to see this work being placed in schools within Sonoma County. It works well in the classroom as it does in the military. -Sal
ReplyDeleteI am not surprised to hear that since I had good luck with the ideas in the 70's. But Skinner was only on the superficial level of behavior even though he called himself a behaviorist. It was the Cognitivists who fully understood the way humans learn after the influence of the great Jean Piaget which relegated the Skinnerian approach to education just above circus training for animals.
DeleteRichard,
ReplyDeleteNot only did I enjoy your blog, it gave me goose bumps. Kudos to you for being strong all those years ago and for being open and accepting now.
My 10 year old grand niece always seemed to be more boy than girl – shopped in the boys’ department for clothing, claimed “she” was a boy. Well, Morgan is lucky that the name is unisex and that HE lives in California and his immediate and extended family are supportive. His mom (my niece) announced to the family and close friends before Christmas that Morgan is transgender and will be considered their son. They all refer to Morgan with masculine pronouns.
The transformation into a happy child is amazing. Around age 3 or 4, the bright smile that lit up “her” eyes was gone. When smiling did occur, it was compressed lips. Now the happiness is back. A 5th grader, acceptance was pretty easy --- and this all happened so entry into Middle School next Fall might be easier. We’ll see what happens with puberty. I’m learning that Transgender is different from Trans-sexual. I hope the current acceptance will continue although I realize it’s a hard road ahead.
Thanks again for a fabulous story.
Kathy Schmid
Hi Richard and Happy New Year!
ReplyDeleteThank you so much for your last email/blog item – a beautiful “life” story and stayed with me, kept me “warm”.
I hope you’re doing well – seems so : ) – and so happy you and Evan were able to meet. Isn’t it “funny” how we’re dealing with the next generation(s)? I am still 25 inside and be you are too.
All the best,
Tina Shone
How good to see you posting once more, Mr. von Sternberg. I think at the time, when POTUS called John McCain a 'loser', it was because he knew (as I already did) of his cowardice, for when his aircraft was downed in 'Nam, he was not tortured at all but he sang like a canary, giving away the positions of fellow airmen, causing a whole slew of deaths. Oh yes. This information has been made public! McCain was ultimately put to death at GITMO for treason; he did not die of brain cancer at all. Treason while he was a senator, not for his cowardice in 'Nam. Insofar as Mary Trump goes, I saw an interview involving her and the lass has an axe to grind. She sniffed that Donald and Ivana Trump had gobs of money and all they gave her for Christmas was some underwear, I believe. She was quite peeved at that. She felt that Donald had turned his nose up at her dad, Donald's brother, maybe because he was an alcoholic (I'm thinking). Alcoholics are often snubbed in families, thought of as a disgrace. So listen, while I take issue with some things POTUS is doing, like declaring a nat'l emergency over a nothing-burger virus, I'm nevertheless voting for him, as Biden is plainly suffering from dementia and his running mate has slept her way to the top. Harris is DISGUSTING. She has even declared that when Team Biden takes power, they'll ferret out all Trump supporters and deal with them harshly. I'd sooner vote for Nazis than those two. DJT has done a lot for veterans, way more than any other president in the last hundred years. In fact, overall I'm hugely pleased with DJT's performance as president. He managed to wrest the power from the Federal Reserve and turn the Fed over to the US Treasury. This is HUGE !!
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