Sunday, 16 September 2012

Characters (3)


Craig McCafferty: In the book Craig conducts my interview for me to go to rehab. After a short period of time on Rotoroa I discover he was the former Superintendant of the island. It was alleged that he had been caught dipping his hands into the patient's funds. He was stripped of his post and his Salvation Army uniform... But his indiscretions were dealt with internally.

The 'Major': The Major is the Program Director, and my Group Therapist on the island. He calls me to his office on my first day on the island and requests that I keep my homosexuality a secret from the other patients as they might feel threatened by my status. In turn, I go one step further, as I begin the charade of 'editing' my life. In order to manipulate the staff and management, I claim to have found my Higher Power, I join 'The Rotoroa Island Singers' who perform in chapel every week, I play the organ for chapel services, attend Bible class, and become the President of the Patient's Committee.

Hippie Andrew: I meet Hippie Andrew in detox in Auckland, on the mainland and we share a dormitory with two others, for the first few days. He is artistic, and a Vegan, and he has a clash of ideologies with the staff and the religious flavour of the treatment. We form a close bond. He does a home-made tattoo of magic mushrooms on my shoulder as a birthday gift in the first week we are on the island.

Leon: Leon is the first person I meet upon arrival in detox. He is also in our dormitory. At detox, Leon takes me under his wing. He organises cannabis for the boys in our dorm to take to Rotoroa Island with us. He is detected upon arrival and is taken back to the mainland to face charges.

The Stutterer: The Stutterer is a member of my therapy group, and has harrowing stories of what led to her alcoholism. She displays a remarkable quality - her stuttering ceases whenever she is either crying, or singing (she is in 'The Rotoroa Island Singers' alongside me.

Characters - (2) Ruth


My mother is a key character in all parts of the story. An unconventional co-dependent and dysfunctional relationship between my mother and myself is displayed throughout.
She is an alcoholic, and addicted to copious prescription medications. Ruth survives several medical emergencies, including a couple of suicide attempts.

My early memories of her describe a capable and respected Corps Officer (Minister) of the Salvation Army alongside my father, an accomplished columnist, orator, and a creative and artistic woman. This book will relay the story behind our withdrawal from the Salvation Army, as a young family (Ruth was having an affair with one of the congregation), the development of her alcoholism from that point..... and it’s far reaching impact).

Characters - My family


My family will appear moreso in the flashbacks while on the island, in stories that give light to an unsettled childhood, but will also feature 'in the now' of the book.

EXTRACT:

'... I was the youngest of three children. Mary was the oldest and seven years older than me. She was big, tall and clumsy and had worn thick rimmed glasses for as long as I could remember. She had always seemed like an adult to me.

...But it was Mary who carried the most responsibility being the eldest. She helped Mum at home the most, as though she was practicing for her own stint as a housewife. Mary was delegated with lots of chores. She prepared vegetables for dinner but it didn’t excuse her from the dishes. She assisted with the washing and ironing. She had helped with the changing, bathing and feeding of me when I was a baby.

I can remember how Mary spent hours reading to me before I started school, teaching me how to write and showing me how to colour in pictures without going over the lines. I loved having her for a big sister. I knew that I would always be safe and looked after by her. Sometimes though, when she had to take me to the shops with her she’d pretend to be Mum.

‘It’s rude to stare, Ivan. Stop that!’ she’d say in a posh and pious voice. I’d look up at her puzzled. I hadn’t been staring at anything.

‘I wasn’t,’ I’d insist.

‘Don’t answer back or I will have to smack you! I am in charge and you were staring - I saw you. And now you’ve just told a lie as well. Now stop arguing, stop dawdling and hurry up! Do you want a smack for walking too slow as well?’

I’d button my lips. There was nothing I could say that would shift Mary from her role-playing. All grown-ups were bossy at times. Mary was no different....

 
My parents, and my sister, brother and myself 1972

Landmark moments in New Zealand


Dear friends. A milestone was passed in New Zealand parliament last month. The Marriage (Definition of Marriage) Amendment Bill passed its first reading with 80 MPs voting for, and 40 against. The Bill, if it becomes law, will afford the same marriage and adoption rights to same-sex couples in New Zealand. I watched the debate live on Parliament TV, and shed tears as I remembered the road we have travelled to get this far. As a forty three year old gay New Zealander I long remember the ugly days of our past. 
Last year in a writing class I was asked to come up with a lsit of landmark moments in New Zealand's history, and then to write about the one which affected me the most.  Here is what I came up with: 

Twenty landmark moments in NZ history

Amongst many other landmark moments...

1) 1769 – Captain Cook maps the entire coastline of New Zealand
2) 1840 – Te Tiriti o Waitangi / The Treaty of Waitangi is signed
3) 1893 – Women get the vote (a world first)

4) 1894 – Elizabeth Yates becomes Mayor of Onehunga, the first woman mayor in British empire.

5) 1898 – the Old Age pension Act came into effect (A world first)

6) 1899 – Introduction of eight hour working day (a world-first)

7) 1931 – Devestating earthquake in Napier, 7.8, killing 256 people

8) 1953 – Edmund Hillary conquers Mount Everest (a world first)

9) 1953 – New Zealand’s worst rail disaster killing 151 people on Christmas Eve

10) 1960 – Television comes to New Zealand

11) 1967 – New Zealand’s currency goes decimal

12) 1967 – Bars extend their closing time from six o’clock until ten o’clock, ending a period referred to as ‘six o’clock swill’

13) 1968 – Wahine disaster. 51 people drown when the interislander ferry sinks at the entrance to Wellington harbour

14) 1974 – Prime Minister Norman Kirk dies in office

15)  1985 – The Rainbow Warrior is attacked by French terrorists.

16) 1986 – Homosexuality is decriminalised in New Zealand amidst huge opposition.

17) 1987 – New Zealand becomes nuclear-free

18) 1993 – Mixed member proportional representation (MMP) voting system is introduced

19) 2004 – The Civil Union Act provides processes by which two people of the same or of different gender, can be officially recognised as being in a civil union

20) 2011 – A powerful 6.3 earthquake in Christchurch kills 182 people and decimates the city.

nations and judgments - the Salvation Army and Rotoroa Island have their own stories to tell. While the title of the book suggests that the book is about a stint in rehab, (and it partly is) the rehab narrative is largely a vehicle to relay the story of my childhood and adolescence. There are embedded narratives in the main body of the work that are told in the form of flashbacks, prompted by things that trigger memories.
'The truth will set you free' is an oft-used slogan on Rotoroa Island. But on my first day, the Program Manager takes me aside and insists that I don't disclose my homosexuality to anyone while I am on the island. In a place where we are expected to face our demons I find myself having to edit my life from the start. This is the beginning of many lies that are told during this book, in order to protect the truth.

But the truth has a way of rearing it's ugly head, and all is revealed in this gripping Memoir nations and judgments - the Salvation Army and Rotoroa Island have their own stories to tell. While the title of the book suggests that the book is about a stint in rehab, (and it partly is) the rehab narrative is largely a vehicle to relay the story of my childhood and adolescence. There are embedded narratives in the main body of the work that are told in the form of flashbacks, prompted by things that trigger memories.
'The truth will set you free' is an oft-used slogan on Rotoroa Island. But on my first day, the Program Manager takes me aside and insists that I don't disclose my homosexuality to anyone while I am on the island. In a place where we are expected to face our demons I find myself having to edit my life from the start. This is the beginning of many lies that are told during this book, in order to protect the truth.

But the truth has a way of rearing it's ugly head, and all is revealed in this gripping Memoir

'Go back into the sewers where you come from ... as far as I'm concerned you can stay in the gutter.'
'Turn around and look at them ... gaze upon them ... you're looking into Hades ... don't look too long – you might catch AIDS.'

Member of Parliament Norman Jones addressing a public meeting in 1985 LAGANZ 0080-B, Peter Nowland Collection
http://www.nzhistory.net.nz/culture/homosexual-law-reform/reforming-the-law

Here is an extract that recalls the ‘ugly’ years, when homosexuality itself was still a crime in New Zealand, and the experiences I went through as a teenager trying to process my sexuality, 25 years ago.

My book On an Isle Called Rotoroa is set against a backdrop of some New Zealand moments in history. But when I was asked to choose ONE of my identified moments from my list, and how it affected me, this is what I came out with, and now forms part of the book.

Extract from ‘The Sound of Broken Voices’ by Ivan James Miller.

‘…Homosexuality was rarely brought up in our household. In fact, in 1970’s New Zealand it was rarely spoken about at all, generally, unless it was in a negative context. My father seemed very uncomfortable even talking about it. Homosexual men were still being imprisoned. Some that may have approached their doctor, or Minister for guidance may have had psychiatric treatment advised, including electro-convulsive therapy, and aversion therapy.
I learnt from an early age that it was sick, perverse, unnatural, immoral, illegal, but above all a sin worthy of all God’s might and retribution. God had even destroyed a city full of them with fire and brimstone. I had never met a ‘real-life’ homosexual and wasn’t entirely sure that they even existed. On TV they sometimes were portrayed in sit-coms, usually as limp-wristed, flamboyant ‘Nancy-boys’, like Mr Humphries on Are you being served?

One day when I was sixteen, I had just finished a piano lesson with my teacher, Rona, when my father pulled up in his car, to collect me. Rona followed me out to the car, carrying a clipboard.

‘Mr Miller,’ she said. ‘I know you’re a church-going man. I wondered if you would like to sign this?’ Rona handed the clipboard to him.
‘What is it?’ Dad asked.
‘I’ll let you read it,’ she replied, then half-whispering, ‘I don’t like to say the words.’

Dad quickly scanned it, before holding the pen firmly and signing it.

‘You’re sixteen, now,’ he said, passing the clipboard over to me. ‘You can sign it too.

I took a quick look at the document. It was a petition to the government opposing plans to decriminalise homosexuality. I felt my face go hot, beads of sweat forming in the hair-line. I stared at the paper so hard that the words went blurry as I signed it, handing it back to Rona, avoiding eye-contact with them both.

I couldn’t discuss my homosexuality with anyone. I couldn’t talk to anyone in my family (least of all my parents). It was not covered in sex education at school, nor was it brought up in youth group at church. My guidance counsellor at school belonged to our church and knew our family so he was out of the question. There were no books that I knew of that spoke in any way about homosexuality and even if such books existed, how could I get my hands on it? I couldn’t take it out at the library. I certainly couldn’t buy anything like that.
I imagined how life for me would be - a life of being ostracised and isolated, having to ‘move on to a different town’ every time I was at risk of being discovered. I wondered when the inevitable day would come, when I would develop paedophile instincts, which everybody knew found it’s roots in the homosexual deviants. I pictured myself, old, frail, exposing myself to children in the park from behind a heavy over-coat.


Amidst huge opposition The Homosexual Law Reform Act was passed on the ninth of July, 1986 decriminalising homosexuality and discrimination on the basis of sexuality. Inwardly I rejoiced. I was no longer doomed for prison. But it was going to take a lot more than a law change for society to change it’s attitudes. It was going to take time…’


In some respects, we are still fighting the battle to reach equality and liberation. We have come a long way, but we're not there yet!

Security and Confidentiality


I declare in the opening disclaimer that I have changed names to protect the anonymity of certain people (and I have, based on the principles of Alcoholics Anonymous) and to protect the families of others (who are either un-named or have had their name changed) the reader actually has no idea of whose name has been changed and whose hasn’t.

There is another reason I have done this that remains unspoken – to provide protection for myself, from attacks from certain characters who would deny that this is my truth.

It is also my hope that the partial fictionalisation of certain names and places, makes my truths, ‘untruths’, to a degree sufficient to offer myself protection from legal implications.

Sober Today



The title On An Isle Called Rotoroa comes from the third line of a song which I wrote on the island that was set to the tune of Pokarekare Ana, an iconic Maori waiata (song).

My song was adopted as a mantra and sang every week in chapel, replacing One Day At A Time.



Here we are, and we are sober

Here we are, we’re on our way

On an isle called Rotoroa

We’re together, that’s our way.

 

One people, we’re a family

Staying clean’s our common aim

We will put the guilt behind us

With the anger, guilt and shame.

 

Chorus

Sober today

I’m clean, today

Together we’ll do it -

We’ve found the way.

 

We once walked a lonely highway

Powerless, staggering and blind

Living sober is now my way

Healthy, straight, with peace of mind.

 

And our high comes from sobriety

And our power comes from above.

We’ve a higher power, almighty

That brings hope and peace and love.

About 'On an Isle Called Rotoroa'


The Sound of Broken Voices is the title of a trilogy of memoirs which I am currently writing.

They are the voices of youth and innocence. They are the voices of love and violence. They are the voices of madness. They are the voices of ghosts. They are the voices of reason... and the voice of reasons. These are stories of my life.

Religion. Alcoholism. Sexual abuse. Drug Culture. Mental illness. This book writes about these issues in a non-judgemental way in order to give relativity to readers who identify with these issues, and also to give insight to those who have no experience of them.

The first book of my trilogy is titled On an Isle called Rotoroa.  I will be discussing this book in detail on this blog. This book begins when I am twenty two years old. It is set on Rotoroa Island, a Salvation Army-run Rehabiltiation Centre for alcoholics and drug addicts. My experience of rehab is told, while other earlier stories are woven through.
In this location, I make my own examinations and judgements – The Salvation Army and Rotoroa Island have their own stories to tell. 

While the title of the book suggests that the book is about a stint in rehab (and it is, partly) the rehab narrative is used as a vehicle to relay the stories of my childhood and adolescence.  There are embedded narratives in the main body of the work, prompted by triggers.

‘The truth will set you free’ is an oft-used slogan on Rotoroa Island.  But on my first day, the Program Manager takes me aside and insists that I don’t disclose my homosexuality to anyone while I am on the island.  In a place where we are expexted to confront our demons I find myself having to edit my life from the start.  This is the beginning of many lies that are told during this book, in order to protect the truth.
 But the truth has a way of rearing its ugly head, and all is revealed in this gripping memoir.