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NADER-GONZALEZ WOULD NEVER DITCH VAN JONES

by Jim Dorenkott

Obama has caved to the right wing talk show fanatics. He has allowed them to define what a “truther” is.

Van Jones is one of the few both extraordinarily gifted and committed to empowering all people that the administration has, and they let him go without a fight. He has a lot of respect in the community as both a great organizer and a stand up guy.

There was no signal from the White House that they would support him even a little bit.

What a shame.

This unfortunately for the Obama administration makes them look weak both to progressives and the Republicans.


They now smell blood in the water and are going to go on a feeding frenzy. Who is next?


The charges were baseless.

Cheney can say “f*#% you” on the floor of the congress and Van Jones gets the axe because at one time he called Republicans “assholes”. Who hasn’t and who hasn’t said worse on their side?

What was the petition? It was that there ought to be an investigation into government complicity in allowing the 9/11 attack to occur. Most people agree there ought to be. There was a lapse in responsibility from Bush on down. He was adequately warned by the outgoing Clinton administration. Rice was so surprised, but apparently forgot they ringed the NATO conference in Europe the preceding year with anti-missile batteries.

In fact when he signed it Zogby Poll which found half of New Yorkers believed the worst. The petition was in support of an inquiry and signed by many well respected activists and intellectuals.

“On August 31, 2004, Zogby International, the official North American political polling agency for Reuters, released a poll that found nearly half (49.3%) of New York City residents and 41% of those in New York state believe US leaders had foreknowledge of impending 9/11 attacks and “consciously failed” to act. Of the New York City residents, 66% called for a new probe of unanswered questions by Congress or the New York Attorney General.

“In connection with this news, we have assembled 100 notable Americans and 40 family members of those who died to sign this 9/11 Statement, which calls for immediate public attention to unanswered questions that suggest that people within the current administration may indeed have deliberately allowed 9/11 to happen, perhaps as a pretext for war.”

Quite obviously this statement is broad enough that it runs the range from dereliction of duty in the Bush administration to adequately prepare, to ideologically twisted administration officials dragging their feet not realizing the scale of the coming horror, to neo-con renegades participating all the way to Bush family complicity. The statement does not say anything specific about those possibilities; it calls for investigations which New Yorkers want as well. Van Jones is well regarded, and yet he is let go.

What is the fundamental flaw here?

Was it some minor actions blown out of proportion by Glen Beck?

Or was it the lack of political cover?

Neither Ralph Nader or Matt Gonzalez would have thrown him under the bus. They would have defended him and cited his record, which speaks for itself. There are not that many people who are both highly skilled as community organizers and as decent.

Frankly we can’t be too surprised that the administration abandoned him. Van Jones’s politics are closer to Nader-Gonzalez than they are Obama-Biden. He even endorsed Matt Gonzalez when he ran for District Attorney in 1999; they both had the same position on the death penalty. No.

This country needs a multi-party system. We need a relatively strong 3rd party to the left of the Democratic Party. The left in this country needs to self-examine whether their vote for Obama was wasted. In many states it would have been safe to vote for Nader-Gonzalez or McKinney-Clemente without jeopardizing the Obama victory. Maybe if there had been more votes to his left Obama would have even appointed someone from the left to the cabinet or other important position. It is called political cover, and realistically without a strong turnout to Obamas left he couldn’t cite its existence.

As it is Van Jones is it. Or now that he is gone WAS it. Just like Lani Guinier…gone. How is it that in all other developed countries with mature democracies the left is represented, but not in this country?

Lest visions of Florida overwhelm the logic of the moment realize that there is an answer to the “spoiler problem.” It is instant runoff voting and it enables the left to vote their highest ideals first and then for a moderate Democrat. I say moderate Democrat because that is the only kind of Democrats who get elected and appointed in this country.

Van Jones was the exception.

–Jim Dorenkott


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The “Walking Liberty” half-dollar designed by Adolph Weinman and minted from 1916 to 1947.

ALL POWER TO THE PEOPLE: CHANGING THE ECONOMIC POWER STRUCTURE

by Mira Luna

“When I gave bread to the poor they called me a saint; but when I ask why the poor have no bread, they call me a Communist.” Archbishop Dom Helder Camara

Currently in the US the top 20% of the population own 80% of the wealth and the bottom 80% own 20% of the wealth. This begs the question what the hell they are doing with all that excess wealth while the rest of us are struggling to survive? Some of them are giving to pretty good causes. Bill Gates, the wealthiest man in the world, is donating money to help eradicate infectious disease in Africa. I am all for helping out Africa, but I question whether or not Bill Gates, a privileged white man from the USA, is the best person to be deciding the fate of Africa. And this is not wealth redistribution, it is funding specific charitable organizations handpicked by the Gates Foundation. Charity can have harmful unintended consequences: conservation programs that displace indigenous people, careless technology introduction that destroys cultures, energy projects that end up benefiting the rich and further impoverishing the poor, industrial agriculture programs that lead peasant farmers away from traditional sustainable agriculture, and creating economic dependency on unreliable foreign money. Additionally, there are often malevolent intentions for these projects as well, such as creating profit for corporations involved in the implementation of these projects instead of employing and empowering local people to run the projects. Then they may make the local people indebted to these corporations and banks for projects that marginally benefit them if at all.

Nonprofit organizations in the US are not immune to these kinds of problems though they may be more subtle. After working for over 12 years in the nonprofit world, I came to realize that funding through foundations, corporations or philanthropic individuals comes with many strings attached. The strings are there before you even solicit funding. The work of the organization, especially whether or not it challenges the economic status quo, will highly influence whether or not the organization is fundable. You may even choose not to do work that is probably not fundable- it is scratched off the drawing board from the get go. Then when you go to apply for funding, you moderate your request so as not to sound too challenging or radical and to some degree you have to stick to that in the implementation of your project or else you won’t get funded again. Or maybe you will lose your tax exempt status. This is why it is notoriously hard to get funding for projects that challenging the economic power structure. Why would a foundation or philanthropist fund work that challenges the source of their wealth and power? Do socialist-leaning organizations or grassroots alternative economic projects get funded as easily as pro-capitalist projects? This is not just my take, I have heard this over and over again from all kinds of nonprofit professionals.

So here we are decades post civil rights, women’s and the environmental movements’ beginnings. What’s changed? The Earth is being destroyed faster than ever, women and people of color still make a fraction on the dollar for the same work and same experience background, the rich are wealthier and the poor are poorer. Wars are raging on all over the world, often fighting over resources.

We have green businesses and worker cooperatives, but they are forced to compete with corporations that unethically exploit human and natural resources- sweatshops and polluting factories- hoping that consumers will want to and be able to spend their increasingly dwindling income on their more conscientious product. And there is only so much money to go around especially in times of recession. Nonprofits pit against each other for crumbs to stay alive and work at least as much on propping up their image as in doing the actual work, because in the world of funding as in the business world, image counts a lot.

So how do we change the system so that we are not always begging for crumbs from people who have no real connection to our problems and may not really want to solve those problems anyway? Let’s start with redistribution of wealth. Land and labor are the bases of wealth so let’s reclaim our land and our labor. How do we do that? We take back our land by eminent domain, occupation, taxation, and legal redistribution. Then we turn it over to the people to collectively run it based on good principles of earth stewardship and equality. We start urban farms that create healthy food for those that need it most. We tax commercial value of land and put the revenues into community land trusts. We abolish future absentee landownership (land as profit rather than land as place to live), which make real estate unaffordable to the people who actually live in the area. We turn land and buildings over to the people living and working in them to be owned and run collectively through community land trusts, which take land off the market to some extent. Occupation of land or eminent domain is often morally justified in that the people who owned the land for the most part did not earn it through hard work and their ownership does not benefit the people. It is hard to start and maintain a community project, an organic farm or a worker cooperative when you are facing outrageous land values that make rent challenging and ownership nearly impossible.

How do we take back our labor, our time? We start worker cooperatives that enable people to allow people to determine how they work together and what they do with their time and to keep their wealth in the community. We start community currencies to enable people and business to not have to wait until money flows their way or to wait for enough of it to be available in general. The people know what needs to be done, they just don’t have the money to do it, because the funding isn’t there, there aren’t enough US dollars floating around, and credit is only available to the well established. People are chained to their 9 to 5+ jobs that transfer their labor profit to someone else, often a corporation outside their community. Without these jobs, they would not survive, unless there were other sources of money and sustenance. If communities created their own money, they could lend them to community projects, cooperative business startups, and individuals to be self-employed. In general there would be three times the wealth in the community to fund local employment and community projects as wealth wouldn’t be leaking from the community into the pockets of corporate CEOs and shareholders. This would also increase local government budgets through a bigger tax base in order to fund projects for the common good. Small businesses wouldn’t have to wait for a bank to lend them credit at interest rates that they can’t repay. They would lend their credit to each other through mutual credit like the WIR Bank in Switzerland does. Community currencies make money available for projects, organizations and businesses that would be hard to get scarce US dollars for.

We should ban corporations and chain stores from participating in the local economy in areas where local business could provide needed community services and goods. If those businesses don’t already exist, then we need to support job training for community needs and funding for import replacement businesses. To redistribute wealth within businesses there should not only be a minimum living wage (or a basic guaranteed income for all), but a maximum wage as well. The ratio, according to Aristotle should be no more than 1:5. When some people are making much more that others, not only are the poor bringing in less money, but their relative purchasing power goes down and they also are spending any extra cash on paying back credit cards and loans rather than high return investments. The poor lose power in government to get the things they do need as they are pitted against corporations that give money to political campaigns. Corporations fight to pay less taxes and get more money for infrastructure that benefits their business more than the public good.

What are local governments spending their budgets on? Even when they are trying to do something as honorable as shifting their energy supply towards renewable energy, do they train and employ poor local folks to do the work or do they contract with outside corporations? When they are deciding whether to fund public transportation or roads, which do they prioritize? Public transportation benefits poor people most and roads benefit business most so we end up spending most our money on road infrastructure. I believe if the people of these municipalities were to be involved in budgeting and project implementation, budgeting priorities would look very different. And those funded projects would create more long term benefits for the community with greater benefits shifted to the poor. This is called participatory budgeting. It separates the financial interests that buy government officials from decision-making about where funding should go.

Even before some of these structural changes are in place, we can decide to focus our energy on just making the alternatives happen even without funding. Instead of taking that trip to Hawaii with your family, help reclaim a lot for community food production, volunteer to put solar panels and energy efficiency devices in poor folks homes, or volunteer at a community clinic. Invest the money that you do have in community projects instead of mutual funds. Share with your neighbors tools, housing, transportation. We already have a lot of untapped power. Let’s start using it for good.

I believe that if we stop spending so much time on begging for crumbs from foundations, corporations and corrupt government, we will create more lasting, effective and dramatic changes to the economic power structure. We need to focus our energy on taking our power back rather than appealing to those that already have power. The Zapatistas are doing it, why can’t we?

–Mira Luna

This piece was originally published on Mira Luna’s blog Trust Is The Only Currency on 9/2/09.

Further Reading:

Towards a Democratic, Cooperative, and Caring Economy by Mira Luna, 8/14/09


WITNESS IN PALESTINE

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Hebron youth. Flickr photo by Marneri.

CONVERSATION WITH HAMAS SUPPORTERS

by Anna Baltzer

While wandering around the Hebron Old City a week ago I met a young boy who told me not to take pictures of his younger siblings. He seemed suspicious of me, so I put my camera away and smiled, turning to walk away. The boy’s father, a blacksmith, was working in his shop nearby with his brother and invited me to chat. When the son saw me interacting so comfortably with his father and uncle he came over and apologized. Soon he wanted me to meet the rest of his family. After the requisite three invitations, I climbed with him through the twisted stairs and alleys of the ancient city up to his home, where his mother and sisters welcomed me warmly and forced heaps of food upon me; luckily I was famished. I ate and the family asked me questions about my work and my family, and invited me to stay the night.

The 13-year-old boy who had led me in turned out to be quite a Casanova. Not long after we arrived he asked me to marry him. I referred him to Turkey, where he could find many beautiful women who, unlike me, could also cook. Then the subject turned to an incident a few weeks ago in which the army came in the middle of the night and handcuffed and blindfolded the 13-year-old boy’s older brother, terrifying their sister’s 15-day-old son in the process. The family said they didn’t know why the army had come. The mother asked me if I knew about Ahmed Yassin. I didn’t know what she was talking about until she took out a poster of a man I recognized as the spiritual leader of Hamas.

I asked if the family supported Hamas. They did. I told them I didn’t know very much about Hamas, but that I would like to learn from them. I said that in the United States, we are told that Hamas is dangerous because it supports armed Palestinian attacks on Israel. I asked the family if they supported such attacks and they said they did. They were not altogether surprised to hear that in mainstream American media, Palestinian armed attacks on Israelis are called “terrorism,” while Israeli armed attacks on Palestinian civilians are often called “defense” or are simply not covered by the media at all. I asked them what they would say to a person who condemns suicide bombs because they are meant to kill civilians. They said that Israel has killed more than four times more Palestinian civilians than Palestinians have killed Israeli civilians, but it’s easy to criticize guerilla warfare when you have the luxury of an army doing your fighting for you.

My colleague Hannah said something similar once: “If you’re a pacifist, you have every right to express objections to Palestinian violence against Israelis (although you’d be a hypocrite if you weren’t also equally or more concerned about Israeli violence against Palestinians). If, however, you do believe there is a place for armed struggle, it is unfair to refer only to the oppressed Palestinians targeting their oppressors as terrorists when their actions are no more fear-inducing, politically-motivated, or inhumane than those employed by almost any country at war.”

The family also reminded me that the first people to use terrorism in Palestine were the Zionists in their own struggle against the indigenous Palestinians and the British occupiers before 1948. Zionists were the first to plant bombs in crowded market places, such as the electrically timed mines used against Palestinians in Haifa in July 1938.[1][2] Zionists sanctioned the first plane highjacking[3] and not only took hostages but whipped and murdered them. Zionists blew up ships and government offices with civilians inside,[4] and introduced the political extra-judicial assassinations that continue today.[5] Not only did early Zionists use terrorism, but they lauded it as a moral imperative in their struggle; after all, violence is a standard feature of nationalist movements, and Israel’s was no exception.[6] Zionists planted grenades in cafes and booby-trapped cars. They were the first to kill with letter bombs and parcel-post bombs. In July 1938 alone, Zionists murdered 76 Palestinians in terrorist attacks.

I asked the family if they hated the Zionists for what they’d done. The family said they did, not for what the Zionists had done but for what they continued to do. Then I asked if they would be willing to live in a Palestinian state with a Jewish state next door. The mother asked what kind of a Palestinian state it would be: “What about the settlers? What about the checkpoints, the roadblocks, the road permit system? What about the Wall?”

She pointed out the window to the house next door: “What about them?” Next door we could see a soldier occupying the neighbors’ house, using it to patrol the area. She shook her head. “We cannot allow a Jewish state that imprisons our own.”

I understood the mother’s hesitation. She—like most Palestinians—has learned to be cautious of tricky wording. “Palestinian state” can mean very different things. Israel’s various two-state proposals have always stipulated the continuation of many existing settlements, along with control over borders and most key water sources. Palestinians want a Palestine with viable borders, and a chance at real independence from Israel. No “peace” proposal has ever come close to that.[7] I clarified what I had meant:

“No, I mean what if all that was gone. What if the settlers were gone, the political prisoners were freed, the checkpoints and roadblocks were dismantled, and the Wall was torn down? What if you never had to let another soldier into your house, or show them another permit?”

She continued, “And my family could work and study freely? We could go to our mosques and to our land and nobody would stop us?” I nodded. She looked at me with wariness and a little hope in her eyes: “That would be wonderful.” I asked if she would still support killing Israeli civilians in that case and she thought for a moment and answered, “No. I want my children to live in peace, not war.”

We all went up to the roof to gaze down at the beautiful abandoned Old City. I told the family that I had something to tell them, and they instantly became silent. I was scared, but I knew it was something I had to do, to make a point and to know the answer myself. I spoke:

“I’m Jewish. My mother’s Jewish, and her mother’s Jewish, and so on, and that makes me a Jew. But I don’t support the Israeli government and I hate what it’s doing to your people. I love your country and people deeply, but I’m afraid that now you will hate me. Everyone told me you would.”

It took a moment to sink in. The family didn’t understand at first how I could be Jewish but not support Israel or believe in the religion. I tried to explain, and they tried to understand. I think they did, and they began talking amongst themselves too quickly for me to interpret. I interrupted (jokingly, but also a tad serious), “You don’t want to kill me, do you?” The mother broke into a smile and threw her arms around me. “Of course not! We were just discussing in whose room you will sleep tonight. You’ll stay, won’t you?”

Unfortunately, I couldn’t stay the night, and Casanova walked me back to the CPT house, where I was staying. On the way we passed the abandoned shops in the Old City and I asked him if he remembered the time when they were open. He began to tell me what it used to be like, with lots of people crowding by, children playing next to stands heaped with vegetables. I asked him what happened. He said the soldiers came and took everything away.

Now the old shops are covered with settler graffiti, spray-painted stars of David and the words, “Get out!” I peered into one shop whose windows were smashed, and a man’s voice behind me said, “I used to sell clothes there.” I turned to see a man pointing opposite the alley. “And my brother used to sell groceries over there. The settlers would parade through and take stuff from his shop without paying, just to show their power. Now they’ve taken everything.”

The young man’s name was Zafer. He showed me around the neighborhood and we snuck up to where we could see the bulldozers working to expand a new settlement next door to his house. He told me that the place where we were standing used to be a mechanic’s shop, but now it’s too close to the settler “security fence” to be safe. There was a run-over kid’s backpack on the ground and I wondered who had carried it, and what had happened to him or her. Just then Zafer’s brother, a toddler, ran up and hugged Zafer around the leg. Zafer picked him up and held him in the air above his head. The child squealed with joy. Zafer brought the boy close against his chest and declared to the world, “This kid makes me sooo happy!!” They both glowed. The settlers and soldiers have taken a lot, but I guess there are some joys that persist in spite of just about anything.

–Anna Baltzer

This piece was originally published on Anna Baltzer’s website: AnnaInTheMiddleEast.com on 3/13/05.

Further Reading:

Thieves in the Night by Anna Baltzer, 8/26/09

From Jericho to Hebron by Anna Baltzer, 8/17/09

The Olive Harvest by Anna Baltzer, 8/7/09


[1] Bombs in crowded marketplaces cited in Sefer Toldat Ha Haganah, Tel Aviv; Zionist Library and Marakot, 1954-1972; Grenades in cafes cited in Colonial 146, HM Stationary Office, London, 1938; Booby-trapped cars cited in R.D. Wilson, Cordon and Search (Aldershot: Gale and Polden, 1949), p. 259; Letter bombs cited in The Times (June 5-7 & 10, 1947); Parcel-post bombs cited also in The Sunday Times of London (September 24, 1972); As cited in materials provided by the Interfaith Coalition for Palestinian Rights (ICPR) in Austin, TX; www.icpr-austin.org.

[2] Simha Flapan, Zionism and the Palestinians (New York: St. Martin’s Press, 1977), ch. 2; As cited in Qumsiyeh, 101.

[3] Qumsiyeh, p. 101.

[4] Wilson, pp. 55, 87, & 132; see also Nicholas Bethel, The Palestine Triangle (London: Andre Deutsch, 1979), pp. 191 & 338; Blowing up government offices also described in Thurston Clarke, By Blood and Fire (London: Hutchinson, 1981); As cited in materials provided by ICPR, Austin, TX.

[5] One of the first Zionist assassination victims was Count Folke Bernadotte, appointed Special UN Mediator to the Middle East after he successfully challenged Nazi plans to deport 20,000 Swedish Jews to concentration camps during World War II. Bernadotte said that “it would be an offense against the principles of elemental justice if these innocent victims of the conflict [the Palestinian refugees] were denied the right to return to their homes, while Jewish immigrants flow into Palestine. Zionists assassinated Bernadotte 4 months after the State of Israel was declared; Qumsiyeh, pp. 44-45 & 101.

[6] Chomsky, Fateful, pp. 485-6; See Appendix V for quotations from early Zionist terrorists.***

[7] For details on Camp David II, which many believe produced the most “generous” peace proposal to the Palestinians, see Appendix IV. ***

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A STANDING OVATION: MY LAI REDUX

by George Evans

On August 20, 2009, former U.S. Army Lt. William Calley, who ordered the March 16, 1968, My Lai massacre during the U.S. Viet Nam war, ended over 40 years of silence and apologized for his actions at a Kiwanis Club gathering in Columbus, Ga. For that he received a standing ovation.

Nothing about any war can be taken at face value, but the basic fact of the My Lai incident is that Calley and his troops murdered 500 unarmed Vietnamese civilians—men, women and children. He was the only one convicted for any of the murders (22, though charged with 109), and he has always claimed he was simply following orders, as if that would excuse him. It is possible he was scapegoated to shield higher ups from being forced to answer for a crime that was the result of a policy of genocide, but his actions were those of a willing psychopath.

Sentenced to life, his punishment was converted to house arrest by Pres. Richard Nixon, and he was free within three years. All other participants got off scot-free.

Calley claimed in his Kiwanis Club confession that, “There is not a day that goes by that I do not feel remorse for what happened that day in My Lai,” but that hasn’t been his line over the years.

Less than two years earlier, according to an October 2007 article in the Daily Mail (an admittedly sensationalist U.K. tabloid), when reporters tracked him down in Atlanta for an interview about My Lai, he told them: “Meet me in the lobby of the nearest bank at opening time tomorrow, and give me a certified cheque for $25,000, then I’ll talk to you for precisely one hour.” They met him, but offered only questions instead of money, and he “scuttled away from the line of fire . . . an option the man who led the My Lai Massacre never afforded his innocent victims.”

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Army photograph at My Lai by Ronald Haeberle, March 16, 1968.

Well put, even for a tabloid, and more in keeping with the “Rusty” Calley of the My Lai crime we are (or should be) familiar with: the murdering lieutenant who rifle butted a monk praying over a sick old woman in the midst of the carnage, because he was not giving Calley the right answers, the shining lieutenant who then turned to a two year old crawling out of a ditch full of dead and dying villagers, picked it up by the leg, flung it back into the pit, shot it, turned back to the monk who was trying to explain there were no weapons or enemy troops in that village, killed him, and then, for good measure, killed the old woman, too. That was only a small part of what he did that day.

Calley has lived as a celebrity (however closeted and local) for four decades, and comfortably, surely enjoying more than a few drinks on the house, complete, no doubt, with back-slap, buddy-buddy banter about wasting gooks and the like. It goes without saying, he is not sorry—it would be silly to think he is—but, really, who cares? The question is: What’s he fishing for—book deal, movie deal, lecture tour? And what latest inanity are we going to see emerge in our tacky, Palinesque popular culture of screamer and birther idiots?

He’s an unrepentant mass murderer who (if I grasp Son of Sam laws correctly) is free to cash in on his crimes, and it would not be at all surprising to see him make the talk show rounds before joining a back to the Vietnam war reality show. Or maybe he’ll become the darling of the vulgar Vietnam war reenactor set that’s been making noise and headlines lately.

He’s an opportunist, and this moment, for whatever reason, strikes him as the most appropriate to step forth and apologize for something he has never regretted and was never punished for.

If the following expression of self-doubt, from the Associated Press story of his apology, is an actual quotation from his Kiwanis Club confession, Calley’s credibility is obvious: “‘If you are asking why I did not stand up to them when I was given the orders, I will have to say that I was a second lieutenant getting orders from my commander and I followed them—foolishly, I guess.”

Right. I guess.

—George Evans

This piece was first published in New America Media, August 30, 2009.

Further Reading:

Woodstock Nation, Viet Nam, 8/15/09

Desert Winds by George Evans, 7/27/09


WHY CAN’T WE BE FRIENDS?

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Relationship advice from a divorce attorney.

Dear Lady Esq.,

My ex doesn’t want to talk to me because it was a very painful break-up. Should I respect her wishes and avoid contact, or try to spark some form of ongoing friendship?

– Friend


Dear Friend,

As Ben Harper says in one of my all-time favorite break-up songs, “They say if you love somebody you have got to set them free, but I would rather be locked to you than live in this pain and misery.”

The answer is hard to do, but easy to say – sometimes, you just have to walk away. If you love her, you have to set her free. She has made clear her wishes – she needs time and space to heal from the pain of your break-up, and you should give it to her.

In some cases it is the person who was left behind that cannot let go of the relationship and feels that they can still hold onto it in some sense by remaining friends. For this person, maintaining a friendship without a period of time and space to heal and get over the loss of the relationship is a form of denial, a way of not letting go. This person will never truly “get over it” as long as they attempt to trick themselves by still having their ex in their lives.

In other cases, it is the one who ends the relationship who wants to maintain a friendship. Perhaps they feel guilty about leaving their love in the lurch, and they feel that the best way to minimize the damage is to remain friends. Or perhaps they truly love having their ex in their lives and love the connection they have with them and don’t want to give that up, while simultaneously wanting to be free to explore other options in the dating world.

Whether you are the one who ended the relationship or the one who can’t let go, you are doing yourself and your ex a disservice by attempting to maintain a friendship at this juncture. Neither you nor your ex will be able to truly move on and heal if you attempt to remain friends right now.

Now, this is not to say that one day you will not be friends. But you cannot have a true friendship that is independent of the relationship that preceded it until you have both gotten over the relationship and moved on. Once you have both truly moved on (which may not happen until one or both of you have new significant others in your lives) you will most likely be able to start a friendship with your ex. But until that time your “friendship” will be a facade that is masking an inability of one or both of you to let go.

The fact that you want to remain friends with her likely means that she is a good person who is important to you and who has a special place in your heart. It may be hard to let go of that idea, hard to move on thinking that she will never again be a part of your life. So it may help to know that giving her time and space may be the very thing that one day leads to your having the friendship you desire. You will be respecting her and the relationship by allowing an adequate time to pass without contact. And some day down the road, months or even years from now, when her heart is healed and she is whole without you, you will both be on stable ground in your own lives and able to come together as friends from a healthy place.

I was once with someone very special for a long time. We grew to be different people and the relationship came to an end. It was painful for both of us to break up. When we did, we agreed that we were very important to each other and loved each other as people, and that we wanted to remain friends. For about two years we had occasional contact, but we were not in each other’s lives, we were not close friends. But as time passed, as we entered new relationships and as our own relationship became more of a fond memory and our break-up less of a painful one, we became friends. We will never be as close as we were before, but we talk, we laugh together, we spend time with each other’s new partners and are part of each other’s new lives. We never would have gotten there if we had tried to remain close friends right after the break-up. We needed to respect the time and space that each of us needed to heal, to move on, and to become new people before we could forge a healthy friendship.

So, Friend, know that giving your ex time and space is not a death sentence to your being in each other’s lives, but more likely the only avenue to the possibility of your one day having the friendship you desire. But the bottom line is this – if she has asked for time and space to heal, you must give that to her. It is essential for both of you to move on.

– Lady Esq.

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ANTONIO GRAMSCI

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Antonio Gramsci’s fingerprints taken at the time of his November 8, 1926 arrest by Italian fascists.

 

ORGANIC INTELLECTUALS &

COUNTER HEGEMONIC THEORETICAL DISCOURSE

by Anthony Torres

 

I recently found myself returning to and re-thinking Gramsci’s notion of the role of the “organic intellectual” in relation to art criticism and, in particular, to the potential for art, art criticism, and curation to form counter-hegemonic interventions for cultural contestation. And while I am still in the process of formulating a more developed articulation of the issues as the concept relates to art and criticism, I will share this as an extended explication of Gramsci’s formulation as I see it.

According to Gramsci, theoretically everyone is an intellectual, since everyone has thoughts and ideas; however, what distinguishes most people from “traditional” intellectuals is that not all people have the professional social function of intellectuals. Traditional intellectuals should be thought of as situated in and defined by their function in maintaining hegemonic authority and their role in making what is economically, politically, and historically variable and contingent appear timeless and natural, by means of educational ideological apparatuses.

In this context, the role “traditional intellectuals” is embedded in a hegemonic process that functions by creating myths that appear as commonsense truths, and by creating values and feelings that are formed from identification with, and in relation to, the maintenance and reproduction of social power.

However, what is critical and what should be remembered is that hegemony is not a stable entity, but rather is the contrary, always in a state of what Gramsci referred to as “moving equilibrium,” in which ideas and positions are continually contested and revised. Ideas are thus not exclusively in the possession of a particular dominant group once and for all, but are instead fought and negotiated through shifts of power, sometimes across and through political blocs and alliances. Hegemonic authority, then, needs to be seen as continually contested, re-semanticized, and reconfigured through social struggle. This is central to understanding the nature of intellectuals, and their work, as sites of social contest, which situates them socially and politically.

Gramsci used the notion of hegemony to establish the function of “traditional intellectuals” — problematic to the extent that they can be spoken of as a unitary entity — in relation to the way in which the dominant class establishes and maintains its rule, both economically and ideologically; and in general, he argued that a class maintains its dominance not simply through the use of force or organizational expertise, but also through the exertion of intellectual and so-called “moral” leadership, which forms an individual’s “common sense” worldview.

Critical here is the recognition that while society is full of complexities and contradictions that manifest themselves in varying intellectual alliances and allegiances, “traditional” intellectuals are distinguished and defined by their function in rationalizing and providing a justification for the nature of society, which in the last analysis is tied to rationalizing existing modes of social reproduction. These intellectuals thus act as mediators who articulate and translate the existing social realities of capitalism into cultural values, which create, elaborate, and perpetuate the values of their class while interjecting their ruling ideas into the masses of society, thereby exercising their social hegemony.

Conversely, Gramsci maintained that the working class, and its surrogates, needs to develop its own “organic intellectuals” to articulate its coherent philosophy, in order to counter a bourgeois hegemony of ideas. Additionally, he believed that with the emergence of new modes of production and the consequent emergence of a new class vying for dominance, there should develop a new class of intellectuals who give the ascending class homogeneity and awareness of its social interests and progressive role, not only in the economic sphere but also politically and culturally.

The struggle for social liberation demands the establishment of a rival hegemony, and thus a struggle to establish a cadre of rival “organic intellectuals” to win over the bulk of “traditional” intellectuals, as well as to articulate the interests of an ascending socially conscious class.

Here, one of the first tasks for socially progressive “organic intellectuals” is to discredit or dispute a dominant ideological hegemony of the ruling class through opposing value systems. This implies that working people and the oppressed must create a continuous expansion of “consent” in which various groups are melded together to form new alliances and historical blocs between “traditional intellectuals” and “organic intellectuals.”

However, perhaps the most important, as regards the notion of organic intellectuals, is that for Gramsci there seems to be an explicit association that impacts and problematically binds his considerations of “organic intellectuals” as being integrally related to an alternative ascendant revolutionary party as the intellectual wing of the working class.

Gramsci, it seems, believes that all members of a political party should be regarded as intellectuals. Here, what is critical is that the formation and function of an alternative party — which should be organizational and directive — be educative, in other words, intellectual.

This directive and organizational role clearly forms the mode in which a socially transformative party would recognize the distinction between two types of struggle: a “war of maneuver” — where there is a strategic break in the enemy’s defenses — in which the workers can obtain a definitive victory, such as in Russia in 1917; and a “war of position,” that is, a protracted struggle across varying and different social and cultural fronts. In this case, intellectuals have the specialized responsibility for the circulation and development of transformative counter-cultural ideas and values as a form of social practice.

It is important to note that there are no simplistic determinations in his formulation, and rarely do different social, political and ideological positions necessarily or simplistically “echo” the class structure of society, nor are they reducible to their economic content or function.

This is significant because he re-articulates the fact that various cultural phenomena function with a certain level of relative autonomy and therefore do not lend themselves to easy one-to-one correlations between the economic “base” and “superstructure.” In fact, for Gramsci the relationship between intellectuals and the world of production is not as direct as it is with the interests of other fundamental social groups or classes, but rather, in varying degrees, the relationship is “mediated” by the whole fabric of society and its complex of superstructures. It is within these ‘superstructures’ that we find Gramsci’s notions of “hegemony” and the “organic quality” of intellectuals articulated, since theoretically, for him, it should be possible both to measure the “organic quality” of the various intellectual strata by their degree of connectedness with a fundamental social group(s), and establish a gradation of their functions within two major superstructural “levels”: the one he called “civil society,” that is the ensemble of organisms commonly called “private,” and that of “political society” or “the State.”

The State is the realm of force not to be understood in the narrow sense of the government but, additionally, as the larger arena of political institutions and legal constitutional control. By distinction, “civil society” constitutes the “private” or “non-state” sphere, which includes the economy, and which operates by popular “consent.”

Gramsci felt that these two levels correspond on the one hand to the function of “hegemony,” which the dominant group exercises throughout society, and on the other hand to that of “direct domination” or command exercised through the State and “juridical” government. Since the functions in question are precisely organizational and connective, it follows that “traditional intellectuals” are the dominant group’s “deputies” who exercise the related functions of social hegemony and political government.

According to Gramsci, hegemony is tied to his conception of the capitalist state, which he claims rules through force — plus consent. It functions by the “spontaneous” consent given by the great masses of the population to the general direction imposed on social life by the dominant fundamental group, historically caused by the prestige (and consequent confidence) which the dominant group enjoys because of its elevated position and function in the world of production.

This is reinforced by the state’s apparatuses of coercive power that “legally” enforces discipline on those groups who do not “consent” either actively or passively to their power. These apparatuses are, however, constituted for the whole of society in anticipation of moments of crisis of command and direction when spontaneous consent has failed, and thus repression is necessary.

Therefore, those concerned with developing an alternative party to counter the existing social system of the current two parties of the dominant class, must develop “organic intellectuals” to allow the development of an alternative hegemony within civil society, allied to the interests of the working class.

The complex nature of modern civil society, for Gramsci, meant that the only tactic capable of undermining bourgeois hegemony and leading to qualitative social transformation is a “war of position” — a sustained multi-front counter-cultural and educational social struggle.

Yet, a central question remains as to how to distinguish between intellectuals as an organic category and intellectuals as a traditional category. This distinction is critical, since from it flows a series of problems and possible questions for historical research.

According to Gramsci, one of the most interesting problems is related to the nature of political parties, their origins, developments and forms, and in particular their character in relation to the role of the intellectuals. Here he makes certain distinctions. He recognizes that the political party for a certain fundamental social group (the working class) is nothing other than their specific way of elaborating their own ideological “intellectual” interests in the political and philosophical field — not as bound to the field of productive technique — and as integrally bound to the life, conditions of formation, and development of this ascending social group.

For Gramsci, the political party is the mechanism that carries out in civil society the same role that the State systematically carries out over a larger scale in political society. In other words, the party is responsible for welding together the “organic intellectuals” of the working class — the largest and dominant group — and the “traditional intellectuals.” The party carries out this function by elaborating its interest through its own component parts, those members of a social group that has developed as an “economic” group, and turning them into qualified political intellectual leaders and organizers of all the activities and functions inherent in the organic development of an integral society, both civil and political.

The critical issue that one needs to remember is that for Gramsci theoretical writing was a means of engaging the practical concerns of articulating social agendas and informing political practice. “Theory,” for Gramsci, was meant to illuminate concrete historical cases to inform social and political questions, in the quest for fundamental structural change. The central issue is that theory and practice must indeed unite if organic intellectuals are to move beyond the narrow confines of academia in an effort to serve the progressive interest of social transformation in a variety of forums.

However, a question arises of how applicable Gramsci’s notion of an organic intellectual, which is clearly integrally connected to the interests of an ascending class, relates to our current context, in which the issue of “class” is deemed highly problematic given the nebulousness of identifications associated with the term, the convolution of clearly defined class interests and delineations impacted by status and power, and the dissipation of class struggle centered in a demand for fundamental social transformation in contemporary society.

Adding to the complexity is the way in which Gramsci formulates the subject of ideology, and the ways in which he refuses any idea or pre-given unified ideological subjectivity, basically arguing that consciousness is a multi-faceted collective constellation of ideas and experiences, based in discourses situated in the cultural terrain of society.

It seems to me that critical issues related to art, art criticism, and curation have to reflect the relative autonomy of intellectuals and the fluidity of ideological identifications with issues and causes; the shifting nature of hegemonic authority in the contestation of ideas and positions through ideological struggle and education; and the possibility of forming political blocs and alliances as suggested in Gramsci’s formulation.

Here, I think that an argument can be made for art, criticism, and curatorial practice as forming a politics of articulation in which aesthetic theory and criticism can be practically applied in various cultural contests as an oppositional social strategy, since it seems possible that discussions concerning art have the potential to explicate and connect works of art and exhibitions to histories of culture contact and conflict; and in resolutions that are interpersonally negotiated and conditioned by a range of factors and forces that bind us; and in the potential for interpreting art and exhibitions as vehicles for discerning and relating how they engage and reflect a range of art historical, social, and ideological discourses through artistic representation.

Here, the formal hybridity of the work should be viewed as a means and basis for developing intercultural communication in an inclusive and expanded redefinition of interconnected hemispheric art; thus, engagement with art and exhibitions needs to be wholly centered in analyzing and assessing a complex range of formal practices by artists — always in specific contexts — and challenging simplistic conceptions of cultural “difference” as an abstract aesthetic category, with a greater focus on initiating intra-cultural communication by excavating a myriad of trans-historical, cultural, and ideological sources embedded in art works and exhibitions.

–Anthony Torres

Further Reading:

The Return of the Repressed: Herbert Marcuse’s One-Dimensional Man by Anthony Torres, 7/30/09

The Personal is Political by Anthony Torres, 7/23/09

Art Review: Theophilus Brown: Recent Abstract Collages by Anthony Torres, 7/16/09

 

THE PAUCITY OF HOPE?

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THE PAUCITY OF HOPE?

by Horatio Guernica

“I’m not opposed to all wars. I’m opposed to dumb wars.” – Senator Barack Obama, “Anti-war Speech,” Oct. 2, 2002

This should have been an early warning sign to progressive voters.

In his “anti-war speech,” from 2002, then-Senator Obama showed that he was willing to parse his position even on something as absolute as war. Afraid to take a true anti-war stance, Obama’s statement implied that he believed there is such a thing as a “smart” war.

What’s more, linguistically, Senator Obama seemed to belittle the significance of the Bush/Cheney plot to commit our nation to an unprovoked act of devastating aggression. The war that then-President Bush and V.P. henchman Dick Cheney were concocting was not merely “dumb,” it was illegal, immoral and based on a bonfire of lies.

Why not be opposed to all wars?

Surely all commanders in chief or state leaders should do everything in their power to avoid sending their people into danger. Even Sun Tzu’s “The Art of War” stressed this point. After all, war is the ultimate failure of diplomacy.

As Candidate Obama’s campaign developed last year and his voting record as a senator came into focus, it became apparent that the only reason he didn’t vote for the Iraq war was because he wasn’t yet in Congress at the time. Had he been, it seems pretty likely he would have voted with the majority in favor of it.

Presidential Candidate Obama was later able to use this loophole of chronology to win over the anti-war progressives by showing them he had no blood on his hands, in this particular instance. And for some, that was the one fact that distinguished him from Hillary Clinton and won Obama their vote.

This same convenience of chronology allowed Obama to avoid having to vote on the unconstitutional “Patriot Act” when it was initially proposed. But his subsequent votes for the reauthorization of the act cast retroactive doubt on any liberal heroism he may have claimed by not casting the initial vote.

If this is convoluted, so too is Senator/Candidate/President Obama’s political leanings and voting record. And I suspect that is why many Obama supporters are feeling betrayed and confused right now and wondering who exactly they elected president.

In his nine months in office, as President Obama equivocates on the public option in health care reform, pushes the failed Bush corporate agenda disguised as “Education Reform” and backtracks on various other issues of crucial importance to his most fervent supporters, concerns about Obama’s true character are starting to spread to those who thought they were his base and who had overwhelmingly supported him.

“Is Obama Punking Us?”asked Frank Rich on Aug. 8.

“The best political news for the president remains the Republicans. It’s a measure of how out of touch G.O.P. leaders like Mitch McConnell and John Boehner are that they keep trying to scare voters by calling Obama a socialist. They have it backward. The larger fear is that Obama might be just another corporatist, punking voters much as the Republicans do when they claim to be all for the common guy.”

On Aug. 20, columnist and economist Paul Krugman referred to “Obama’s Trust Problem”: “According to news reports, the Obama administration — which seemed, over the weekend, to be backing away from the “public option” for health insurance — is shocked and surprised at the furious reaction from progressives

“Well, I’m shocked and surprised at their shock and surprise.

“A backlash in the progressive base — which pushed President Obama over the top in the Democratic primary and played a major role in his general election victory — has been building for months. The fight over the public option involves real policy substance, but it’s also a proxy for broader questions about the president’s priorities and overall approach.

“So progressives are now in revolt. Mr. Obama took their trust for granted, and in the process lost it. And now he needs to win it back.”

Yet Candidate Obama was already showing this trait last year during the presidential campaign, and cast some troubling votes that should have been red flags for his liberal backers back then.

In the waning months of the campaign, Candidate Obama supported the $700 billion taxpayer bailout of Wall St., despite the thousands of calls from voters to members of Congress urging them not to. He also reversed the Democratic position on offshore oil drilling and said he’d support it.

One of his most egregious reversals was his vote for the FISA (Foreign Intelligence Surveillance Act) Bill amendment after vowing to vote against it. (FISA gave the government the power to conduct warrentless wiretapping of ordinary citizens and granted retroactive immunity to the telecom companies that had collaborated with the Bush administration.)

When Obama reneged on FISA, even his most stalwart devotees, like Markos Moulistkas at Daily Kos and Dan Savage at Seattle’s alternative weekly, The Stranger, to pick just two more public examples, appeared broadsided by that reversal from their hero. Kos and others threatened to withhold their donations from him (as if that mattered at that point—Obama went on to raise something like $700 million). Still, they stayed with their guy – where were they to go? Vote for McCain? Vote for Ralph Nader (who supported pretty much everything they believed in, by the way– single-payer universal healthcare, gay rights, impeachment, opposition to both wars)? God no.

I worked on the Nader/Gonzalez presidential campaign in 2008, and at first thought our efforts would be lost in the clamor and fascination inspired by the historic battle between the potential First Black President or the First Woman President.

But as the year progressed and the recession spun into the widening gyre, as an alarming number of people lost their homes, their jobs, as entire financial enterprises fell and came begging for public rescue, when we reached Black September, it became clear that the perspective and work of Ralph Nader couldn’t have been more relevant (see “Nader Predicted Wall St Meltdown”).

All our campaign’s points about the need for government regulation of capitalism, the need for consumer protections and concern about the destructive corporate infiltration of our democracy became validated.

What’s more, warnings from Ralph Nader and Matt Gonzalez about Obama and the Democratic Party proved sadly prescient.

Obama’s FISA capitulation should have been a clear warning to those progressives and moderates who were planning to vote for him. Hillary had the sly sense to vote against it. No skin off her nose at that point (she was out of the running to be the nominee), and she likely knew her vote wouldn’t change the outcome. But Obama caved. Why?

It was reminiscent of President Bill Clinton’s signing of the Welfare Reform Act” in 1996, allegedly in order to ensure reelection against Bob Dole (!). The kick-in-the-shins legislation targeting the poorest Americans is a part of Bill Clinton’s legacy of shame. And, from a purely politically pragmatic point of view, it was totally unnecessary.

Similarly, did Obama really think this one vote would make the difference between a President Obama and President McCain?

Maybe not the difference, but he probably felt it would shore up support and reassure those middle-of-the-roaders from both main parties who needed signs that Obama wasn’t really a left-wing radical. It was already clear back then, before he was even elected, that he was more concerned about sending signals to and wooing them, than keeping faith with his progressive base.

But the extent to which he has ignored, insulted, betrayed or hurt his most fervid supporters even since he’s been elected is astonishing.

His choice to include Reverend Rick Warren at his historic inauguration was another example of this strange indifference toward his most loyal. It was a startling affront to gay Americans to have this anti-gay preacher elevated and legitimated before an enormous national—and international–audience.

What was he trying to prove? Who is he trying to impress?

His decision to head his economic team with the likes of Timothy Geithner and Larry Summers–some of the very same people who helped direct our economy into its current mess–is also mind-boggling. And it certainly doesn’t represent change.

I’m disturbed by how accurate our misgivings were about Obama. If Obama continues to kowtow to the corporate rightists and not truly change the way things have been run in this country that has gotten us to this historically wretched point, then he will become an enabler, not a leader, and not the great historic figure he might have become.

I first saw Senator Obama speak at a sold-out engagement in the fall of 2006. It was a book tour, so he was not yet publicly entertaining or discussing a presidential run. He was charming, smooth. He offered more of a quiet sermon than a stump speech. There was definitely a buzz around him. And he looked the part–his slender stature and retro style evoked a Kennedy, his deep voice called to mind the great (and underappreciated) Johnny Hartman, while his delivery was far more measured than an impassioned Martin Luther King, Jr. or Malcolm X. He struck me as a bit of a pastiche artist and peppered his talk with references to quotes from others, not always attributed – Shakespeare, MLK. I later read (many months before the controversy erupted) an interesting article about the influence of Obama’s pastor, Reverend Wright on the aspiring young senator ( “The Church of Obama,” by Jonathan Raban, The Stranger, Jan. 9, 2008). He admitted that a line from his speech, and the title of his book —”The Audacity of Hope”—was “pilfered” from his pastor.

What I took away from this engagement above all was how hungry the audience was for some kind of hero to reverse all that had gone wrong for our country those past eight years –or more. And how understandable that was. This audience wanted Obama to run for president, they wanted to vote for him, they wanted him to win, they wanted him to be the eloquent, moral, principled, multicultural, insightful, anti-war populist they thought him to be.

As we know now, he went on do to all three of the first things, but it appears he never was the last.

What I also saw that night was beleaguered American progressives’ willingness to project onto this person all their hopes and dreams for national reconciliation for, well, pretty much everything this country had done wrong, from slavery to assassinating black leaders to starting senseless wars and ravaging our democracy under Bush/Cheney.

Obama was an enormously potent symbol of all we wanted to be as a nation.

Being on the outside of Obama’s campaign gave people like me an interesting perspective. I had quite a few friends and family who passionately supported Obama. Sensing they might be in for a bitter disappointment even if Inauguration Day saw their guy win, gave me no satisfaction whatsoever. Seeing them since taken for granted has been very troubling.

As election year 2008 progressed, it became clear to me that there was a disconnect between Obama’s many fervent supporters and who Obama the candidate really was.

This appears to be what we are seeing now. From President Obama’s unwillingness to pursue justice against the Bush/Cheney administration despite the overwhelming evidence that theirs was a criminal regime, to his recent wavering on including a public policy option to health care reform, to his authoritarian bullying of individual public school districts via his education czar Arne Duncan who is pushing the failed Republican agenda of privatization in the name of “Education Reform,” Obama is not blazing a trail of change but seems to be backing down a crumbling path that we as a nation are trying to escape from.

Why?

Is he merely dancing with them that brung him? (To quote Molly Ivins.) If so, who the heck does he think brung him? The masses of ordinary people, my friends, my neighbors, who tirelessly canvassed, fundraised, caucused for him–or some other shadowy conservative, corporate interests?

Why does he feel compelled to invoke the paternalistic cadences of Reagan, which masked a bellicose and reckless capitalism and disregard for democracy? Why is he capitulating to the fake anti-single-payer mobs that mimic James Baker’s contrived “mobs” during the infamous recount in Miami-Dade County in 2000 and helped robbed this country of its 43rd president? Why can’t he be as forceful about single-payer healthcare as Bush/Cheney was about invading Iraq? Pass the damn thing, name it in honor of Ted Kennedy, and tell the “tea-baggers” to go jump. Why can’t he declare all war senseless, and bring an end to the two wars in which our country is currently mired?

People have a right to be outraged over the damage Obama’s capitulations will cost this nation–and the damage he is doing to their hopes. (Though they ought to have been paying closer attention to his record.) It is also sad that Obama is apparently forfeiting his chance to be a great president and a true leader. If he continues on this path, I predict that historians will study his successful political campaign more than his presidency.

And even more of his once-hopeful supporters will realize that he is not the person he had the audacity to promise to be.

–Horatio Guernica

Further Reading:

When Johnny Comes Limping Home by Horatio Guernica, 8/3/09

Heckuva Job, Arne by Horatio Guernica, 7/22/09


SUPER POWERS

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1970s era Green Arrow action figure by Mego.

SUPER POWERS

by Gabriela Barragan

A year ago I began putting together a storyline for a graphic novel. With shyness in one hand and full-blown curiosity in the other, I asked some friends what super power they would choose if they could pick any power on land, in the sea, over land and sea, on this Earth, in this galaxy.

I was moved by the responses. Through them my friends provided small photographs of their lives at the time, framed by interesting tidbits about themselves that only might otherwise emerge during a game of 20 questions coupled with a round of cocktails.

A few friends asked if I would share what others said. I agreed, started the email, and never finished. So, herewith I share what super powers some would choose, not just to gift themselves with a talent, but to crack through the bubble they/we all live in to affect people in a more extraordinary way, let’s say, than allowing someone with less groceries to cut in front of you at the grocery store.

I would read auras. Then I would be able to read people’s intentions and see what kind of people they ACTUALLY are…me entiendes? No foolin’ with auras.

If I could choose only ONE super power…I think it would be to have the ability to zap people and make them happy…without them realizing I did it, and at the same time, for it to feel totally natural for them, inside their minds/hearts (and for that happiness to be easily re-channel-able). If I could have one other one, I would, in a BLINK, be able to be some place else (like near a loved one right away). This one works particularly well for me tonight, where everyone I love is not near at all.”

EASY…complete control of time and the physical properties that would result. I have given this lots of thought. So for example, if I could slow things down to half speed, then the force would be 4 times greater due to the laws of physics. I would not want this to always be the case. Imagine if you slow things down 100 times such as making bullet move at 13 miles an hour…then each action would generate 10,000 times the normal force. So, even touching someone would be fatal. However, when people stop time completely, than all molecules would be held in place and no damage is done. However, I have always wondered how people are able to move when even air molecules would be like fixed cement…hmmmmmm.

To be anywhere I chose to be, at any time. Flying, transporting, whatever. To be able to go where I wanted whenever. A form of escapism I guess.

Actually for me this is a really easy question. Ever since Leadership Edge I have put some thought into it and I decided that I would most like the ability to teleport anywhere (this was also before the lame movie “Jumper”). Not only to any place, put also to points in the not so distant future. But not the past, that would be too much power in any individual person. All people have their breaking points when they do something bad, and going into the past to change your present is one of them. But I think being able to teleport, while subject to some risk and threat of abuse, would be such a fun power to have since all T-Birds are global citizens and love to travel. Added bonus by the way, you would reduce your carbon footprint to almost zero! Al Gore would approve.

So, without thinking about it I immediately said Teleportation so that I could go anywhere in the world (and possibly in time) that I wanted to in an instant. BUT this has me thinking a lot about the whole superhero phenomena…I think the nature of a superhero (hero being the operative word) is that at some point they use their power/s in the service of others. What I would find intriguing and unique in a superhero is to exploit what has been traditionally viewed as womens’ “powers”. What if you explored things like intuition or healing or love supersized?

I would fly. To speed over traffic and leave leave less of a carbon footprint.

Without a doubt, the super power I’d pick would be the ultimate gift of persuasion. I don’t know if that counts as a super power, and if it doesn’t, then I’d go with my second choice: ability to speak/understand/read/write any language on Earth.

What would your super power be?

–Gabriela Barragan

This piece was first published in Gabriela Barragan’s blog House of G on 8/16/09.

Further Reading:

A Half Mast Rebel by Gabriela Barragan, 8/12/09

My Musical Corkage Fee by Gabriela Barragan, 7/21/09

WITNESS IN PALESTINE

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The Israeli colony of Ariel overlooking the Palestinian village of Marda.

THIEVES IN THE NIGHT

by Anna Baltzer

Last night at 10 p.m. a friend in Marda called to say the army was uprooting trees near the road. My colleague Hannah and I rushed to the scene where we found two jeeps and a van patrolling the area as an American-made bulldozer dug out tree after tree. The soldiers were not pleased to see us and tried to make us leave. We asked them why they were uprooting trees in the middle of the night and they said, “This is no place for two girls at night.” Each time we repeated our question the soldiers would answer, “All we want is for you to be safe. Now go home.” Finally one soldier answered us. He said some boys from the village had put rocks in the road, causing a car accident between a Palestinian and a settler. Hannah said to me that she recognized the story and had heard it used before to justify collective punishment. We wondered whether or not it was true.

My phone rang. An Israeli friend had learned that the uprootings were unauthorized by the army and that it would be stopped. But 10 minutes later the same source told my friend a different story. Now the soldiers were uprooting trees because Palestinian boys had hidden behind the trees as they threw Molotov cocktails onto the settler highway running through their village land.

So many stories. Were the uprootings because of a car crash, or Molotov cocktails, or something else? Or was it for nothing at all? Did it matter? Regardless, it was collective punishment. Those trees didn’t belong to the boys, if there were boys at all. The soldiers were stealing the livelihoods of several families right before our eyes, like thieves in the night. But they had nothing to fear: There is no regulated accounting for the actions of the military. Meanwhile, actions taken by Palestinians are retaliated against ten-fold.

Hannah said she once talked to an army official who explained the army’s policy of collectively punishing Palestinians. They acknowledge that the vast majority of civilians want peace, but they harass entire cities and villages to encourage the majority to convince the minority to stop getting in the army’s way. Of course, the more people suffer, the angrier and more vengeful they become.

The soldiers eventually left with their two jeeps, Humvee, bulldozer, and van, but not before throwing two sound bombs in the village to wake everyone up. I was glad to see them go. We returned this morning to find the shattered trunks and branches of 17 olive trees scattered around the leveled landscape like broken bones. We wondered if there had been more; sometimes the army removes entire trees and replants them in Jewish settlements or inside Israel for the charming ambiance that the old trees bring. We looked for whole trees that the farmers might replant, but the army had taken the time to chop up each individual tree that they left. It felt like a burial ground, and I thought about all the families that had nurtured and cared for those trees over hundreds of years. Perhaps their owners didn’t even know yet of their demise.

This evening we received a call that the army was in Marda again. Our friend in the village said the soldiers were driving around in jeeps and throwing sound bombs, forbidding people to come out of their houses to see what was happening or to look after their children, and simultaneously preventing villagers outside from going into their homes. Our friend told us the soldiers were going into people’s houses and that one person was arrested. When we arrived the soldiers had left, but then one army jeep came back and detained five young men while checking their IDs. We asked what was going on, and the soldiers said someone had thrown a stone that broke a car window.

I noticed that the license plate of the jeep was the same as the one we’d seen the night before. I asked the soldiers if they knew anything about the uprooted trees, and one replied, “Someone threw a stone. That’s always the reason.” I said that was the third story I’d heard. I continued:

“So when was the court hearing for this stone-thrower?”

They looked at me like I was crazy.

“Where I come from, people aren’t punished for rumors. People suffer penalties if they are proven guilty, but not before, at least not in theory. What you’re doing here and what the army did last night is extra-judicial collective punishment. And it’s illegal.”

The soldiers didn’t seem to be listening, but I continued, perhaps more for my sake than theirs.

“Let’s say I threw a rock at you. Would you attack America?” This made them laugh. We asked them if they would be back there tonight and they laughed again, avoiding the question. Soon they left and we walked to the roadblock on the village outskirts to catch a shared taxi home.

Two of Marda’s three entrances are obstructed by dirt roadblocks. People can go around them, but cars can’t. Yesterday, the army opened one previously-closed road and closed the previously-open one. It makes no sense. It can’t be for security, because cars can still use the now-open entrance.

Same with the checkpoints: No one personally familiar with the situation could believe that checkpoints keep Israel more secure. Anyone who wants to get into Jerusalem or Nablus can; there are roundabout mountain roads everywhere. Twice I “snuck” into Nablus, once over a mountain and once through a family’s field. When the roadblock in Haris was up, villagers drove their cars through rocky fields into other villages to get to the main road to drive to work. When Zatara checkpoint closed after the bomb attack in Tel Aviv, passengers pushed their taxis up rocky hills around the Yasouf roadblock nearby to drive to work via a long detour.

I once stayed with a woman near Bethlehem who wakes up every morning at 3 a.m. to get to work by 6 a.m. at a place 15 minutes away. The sole income-earner in a family of six, she has worked for several years as a nurse in West Jerusalem, illegally because people with her type of ID aren’t legally allowed to go to Jerusalem. Every morning and afternoon she takes an elaborate roundabout route to and from work that involves switching vehicles, walking a long time, and changing the shape of her headscarf at one point to make herself look like a religious settler. The commute is absurd and costs her 40% of her income, but it’s reliable. Again, anyone who wants to get from the West Bank into Israel can.

The army surely knows about all the alternative routes, so why do they bother making roadblocks and manning checkpoints? I believe the answer is control. The status quo keeps Palestinians guessing and running around, like mice in a maze. One week an obstacle goes up and another goes down. This happens so often that it seems there is no point to the restrictions other than to assert power and slowly break the will of the Palestinian people until they eventually give up their claim to the land and leave.

It is midnight and we have just learned that the soldiers are back in Marda. I’m so tired of this. Apparently they are driving around the village throwing sound bombs again, and this time they’re also banging on people’s doors. If that’s not terrorizing, I don’t know what is. If there was ever any doubt in my mind, it is gone. The soldiers are not preventing terror; they are provoking it. The Israeli military is informed enough to know that, but most of the Israeli and American public are not. And so the violence continues.

–Anna Baltzer

This piece was originally published on Anna Baltzer’s website: AnnaInTheMiddleEast.com on 3/23/05.

Further Reading:

From Jericho to Hebron by Anna Baltzer, 8/17/09

The Olive Harvest by Anna Baltzer, 8/7/09

BREATHE AND BE SUNG

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BREATHE AND BE SUNG

by Eve Toliman

I had been anxious for two days.  It felt like glass in my blood.  It wasn’t just repairing the old house that was wearing us out.  We’re gypsies at heart not homeowners.  The moment Ramon and I hitched ourselves to one place, we were straddling worlds.  On top of that, a colleague was struggling with ambition-driven envy which just made me feel inadequate.  I didn’t know how to make her feel better and it stirred old fears about my own lack of ambition.

In this state, feeling stretched and off balance, I met Mojgan at the paint store.  I was looking for five gallon drums of pigmented shellac to prime the walls and ceilings.  She was holding small squares of warm colors in her left hand.  Pointing to a rich golden-green, she turned to me and asked “Do you think this is too dark?”

“That’s a beautiful color.  Where is it going?”  An easy intimacy bloomed between us.  Talking about colors and homes led to families and then quickly drifted to success and failure, materialism and love.  Our voices deepened slightly as we stepped closer and talked about desire and jealousy.  We talked about Sham’s murder and Rumi’s heart.  We talked about Abraham and Sarah, Isaac and Ishmael.  We talked about Jesus and the power of stories that move us for centuries.  Her warmth cut through my chest and all the sharpness flew from my heart, a plume of care. I felt like myself for the first time in days.  “If you don’t mind, where are you from, originally?”

“I’m Persian.”

“The warmest, most beautiful women I’ve known are from Iran.”

She looked sad.  “I try to guard my heart.  Every day, I say to myself, today I will not be so open with everyone.”  She sighed, “But then I forget.”

I know, Mojgan, I feel like a stranger in this land, too. Detached from all the vital things that we’re to get and reach, I only want to breathe this day and be sung. We are dust animated by some miracle.  We are a collection of swirling motes imbued by magic, for a fleeting moment, with physical senses and the capacity to marvel.  No matter how tremendous and history-making a worldly accomplishment could be, I just cannot fathom that the outrageous, fantastic, glorious absurdity of dancing dust would have occurred for that.

I did not tell Mojgan that once I lived with a young king. I sat in our huge, empty house, a lone eye riveted to his startling beauty.  He discarded it as he flew. Unfettered, my Icarus rose high and fast.  His wings did not melt.  They took him places no one had been before.  His leaden girl, growing sadder and dustier as he flew, I collected his fallen beauty, sure that he would want it again one day.  Five years I waited, dissipating, and finally, a small dejected ashy pile, I blew away.

I blew to hell where friends picked flesh off each other’s bones in large sunny houses encircled by poppies.  I blew to heaven where fear is not subdued, it simply is not.  I blew around the neighborhood in bits and pieces on a double decker bus getting a guided tour of what is, and then the bits and pieces blew apart and the tour slammed to an end in the gaps of all this.  They are big gaps.

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, I was resurrected as a part-time bookkeeper with two small children, salt air blowing through the windows of our attic loft overlooking the city.  It’s a busy world.

I have drive but no ambition.  I love how things look and feel and taste as they slip through me.  I love comfort as much as anyone but not enough to miss a new experience.

When I am sad, I curl into a small dark place and heap heavy things on top of me. I plunge headlong into black.  I land on rock.  My fingertips glide slowly over the cool walls of the hard cave that encloses me.  I find long thin cracks and chip at the unyielding stone, absorbed by the clicking sound that my thumbnail makes, entranced by the small vibrations that run through my hand and up my arm.

When I am happy, I tumble in the sensations of the day, pressing into the earth, savoring the changing temperatures on my skin, grabbing at the sounds and smells, those elusive teases, as they fly by.  I feel the colors of the sky and sea rumble through my arms and legs.  Green fills my belly.  The day rolls over me and rushes around me, marrying me to this particular place at this particular time.  I throw my head back, close my eyes and breathe.  I love this air.

I love this air.

I once read that some Sufis whisper Allah’s name with each breath.  They begin on an exhalation as their souls express into the world.  They end on an inhalation when their souls return home again.  The lungs fill one final time at life’s end so these Sufis die with their beloved’s name round and whole in their mouths.

When I read this, I tried to remember. I have been beside three people when they died.  Did they breathe in, their chests full when the heaving ceased?  I have thought about this for so many years now it seems completely right that when I am done here, I will breathe in and be gone.  Breathing out when I die would feel exposed and incomplete, like sleeping nude without a sheet.  I prefer to be gently draped and hidden.  I prefer to leave no traces.  I want to perish with each passing moment, my love’s unspeakable name full and complete on my lips.  I want to be resurrected with each coming moment, my love’s ineffable name newborn again. I want this name to eclipse all other words. I want this name to hollow me out and pierce me so I become a flute for that unknowable song, just once before it’s over.

Just now.


–Eve Toliman

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