Tuesday, March 18, 2008

OBAMA ON RACE -- EXTRA

THE ABSURD TIMES
Just in case you missed it, below is Obama's declaration on race. I'm posting it just in case you are asked about it, you hear nonsense about it, bad papaphrases, etc. I have to apoligize in advance for the mess -- every ? should be replaced with an " and the paragraph markers slipped away. A link to the source is provided so you can get it without the mess.
His words:
The Wall Street Journal Home Page Text of Obama?s Speech: A More Perfect Union Posted By _Editor_ On March 18, 2008 @ 10:27 am In _Campaign 2008_ | _173 Comments_ /*Here, the full text of Sen. Barack Obama?s speech, ?A More Perfect Union,? as prepared for delivery.*/
We the people, in order to form a more perfect union.? Two hundred and twenty one years ago, in a hall that still stands across the street, a group of men gathered and, with these simple words, launched America?s improbable experiment in democracy. Farmers and scholars; statesmen and patriots who had traveled across an ocean to escape tyranny and persecution finally made real their declaration of independence at a Philadelphia convention that lasted through the spring of 1787. The document they produced was eventually signed but ultimately unfinished. It was stained by this nation?s original sin of slavery, a question that divided the colonies and brought the convention to a stalemate until the founders chose to allow the slave trade to continue for at least twenty more years, and to leave any final resolution to future generations. Of course, the answer to the slavery question was already embedded within our Constitution ? a Constitution that had at is very core the ideal of equal citizenship under the law; a Constitution that promised its people liberty, and justice, and a union that could be and should be perfected over time. And yet words on a parchment would not be enough to deliver slaves from bondage, or provide men and women of every color and creed their full rights and obligations as citizens of the United States. What would be needed were Americans in successive generations who were willing to do their part ? through protests and struggle, on the streets and in the courts, through a civil war and civil disobedience and always at great risk - to narrow that gap between the promise of our ideals and the reality of their time. This was one of the tasks we set forth at the beginning of this campaign ? to continue the long march of those who came before us, a march for a more just, more equal, more free, more caring and more prosperous America. I chose to run for the presidency at this moment in history because I believe deeply that we cannot solve the challenges of our time unless we solve them together ? unless we perfect our union by understanding that we may have different stories, but we hold common hopes; that we may not look the same and we may not have come from the same place, but we all want to move in the same direction ? towards a better future for of children and our grandchildren. This belief comes from my unyielding faith in the decency and generosity of the American people. But it also comes from my own American story. I am the son of a black man from Kenya and a white woman from Kansas. I was raised with the help of a white grandfather who survived a Depression to serve in Patton?s Army during World War II and a white grandmother who worked on a bomber assembly line at Fort Leavenworth while he was overseas. I?ve gone to some of the best schools in America and lived in one of the world?s poorest nations. I am married to a black American who carries within her the blood of slaves and slaveowners ? an inheritance we pass on to our two precious daughters. I have brothers, sisters, nieces, nephews, uncles and cousins, of every race and every hue, scattered across three continents, and for as long as I live, I will never forget that in no other country on Earth is my story even possible. It?s a story that hasn?t made me the most conventional candidate. But it is a story that has seared into my genetic makeup the idea that this nation is more than the sum of its parts ? that out of many, we are truly one. Throughout the first year of this campaign, against all predictions to the contrary, we saw how hungry the American people were for this message of unity. Despite the temptation to view my candidacy through a purely racial lens, we won commanding victories in states with some of the whitest populations in the country. In South Carolina, where the Confederate Flag still flies, we built a powerful coalition of African Americans and white Americans. This is not to say that race has not been an issue in the campaign. At various stages in the campaign, some commentators have deemed me either ?too black? or ?not black enough.? We saw racial tensions bubble to the surface during the week before the South Carolina primary. The press has scoured every exit poll for the latest evidence of racial polarization, not just in terms of white and black, but black and brown as well. And yet, it has only been in the last couple of weeks that the discussion of race in this campaign has taken a particularly divisive turn. On one end of the spectrum, we?ve heard the implication that my candidacy is somehow an exercise in affirmative action; that it?s based solely on the desire of wide-eyed liberals to purchase racial reconciliation on the cheap. On the other end, we?ve heard my former pastor, Reverend Jeremiah Wright, use incendiary language to express views that have the potential not only to widen the racial divide, but views that denigrate both the greatness and the goodness of our nation; that rightly offend white and black alike. I have already condemned, in unequivocal terms, the statements of Reverend Wright that have caused such controversy. For some, nagging questions remain. Did I know him to be an occasionally fierce critic of American domestic and foreign policy? Of course. Did I ever hear him make remarks that could be considered controversial while I sat in church? Yes. Did I strongly disagree with many of his political views? Absolutely ? just as I?m sure many of you have heard remarks from your pastors, priests, or rabbis with which you strongly disagreed. But the remarks that have caused this recent firestorm weren?t simply controversial. They weren?t simply a religious leader?s effort to speak out against perceived injustice. Instead, they expressed a profoundly distorted view of this country ? a view that sees white racism as endemic, and that elevates what is wrong with America above all that we know is right with America; a view that sees the conflicts in the Middle East as rooted primarily in the actions of stalwart allies like Israel, instead of emanating from the perverse and hateful ideologies of radical Islam. As such, Reverend Wright?s comments were not only wrong but divisive, divisive at a time when we need unity; racially charged at a time when we need to come together to solve a set of monumental problems ? two wars, a terrorist threat, a falling economy, a chronic health care crisis and potentially devastating climate change; problems that are neither black or white or Latino or Asian, but rather problems that confront us all. Given my background, my politics, and my professed values and ideals, there will no doubt be those for whom my statements of condemnation are not enough. Why associate myself with Reverend Wright in the first place, they may ask? Why not join another church? And I confess that if all that I knew of Reverend Wright were the snippets of those sermons that have run in an endless loop on the television and You Tube, or if Trinity United Church of Christ conformed to the caricatures being peddled by some commentators, there is no doubt that I would react in much the same way But the truth is, that isn?t all that I know of the man. The man I met more than twenty years ago is a man who helped introduce me to my Christian faith, a man who spoke to me about our obligations to love one another; to care for the sick and lift up the poor. He is a man who served his country as a U.S. Marine; who has studied and lectured at some of the finest universities and seminaries in the country, and who for over thirty years led a church that serves the community by doing God?s work here on Earth ? by housing the homeless, ministering to the needy, providing day care services and scholarships and prison ministries, and reaching out to those suffering from HIV/AIDS. In my first book, Dreams From My Father, I described the experience of my first service at Trinity: ?People began to shout, to rise from their seats and clap and cry out, a forceful wind carrying the reverend?s voice up into the rafters?.And in that single note ? hope! ? I heard something else; at the foot of that cross, inside the thousands of churches across the city, I imagined the stories of ordinary black people merging with the stories of David and Goliath, Moses and Pharaoh, the Christians in the lion?s den, Ezekiel?s field of dry bones. Those stories ? of survival, and freedom, and hope ? became our story, my story; the blood that had spilled was our blood, the tears our tears; until this black church, on this bright day, seemed once more a vessel carrying the story of a people into future generations and into a larger world. Our trials and triumphs became at once unique and universal, black and more than black; in chronicling our journey, the stories and songs gave us a means to reclaim memories that we didn?t need to feel shame about?memories that all people might study and cherish ? and with which we could start to rebuild.? That has been my experience at Trinity. Like other predominantly black churches across the country, Trinity embodies the black community in its entirety ? the doctor and the welfare mom, the model student and the former gang-banger. Like other black churches, Trinity?s services are full of raucous laughter and sometimes bawdy humor. They are full of dancing, clapping, screaming and shouting that may seem jarring to the untrained ear. The church contains in full the kindness and cruelty, the fierce intelligence and the shocking ignorance, the struggles and successes, the love and yes, the bitterness and bias that make up the black experience in America. And this helps explain, perhaps, my relationship with Reverend Wright. As imperfect as he may be, he has been like family to me. He strengthened my faith, officiated my wedding, and baptized my children. Not once in my conversations with him have I heard him talk about any ethnic group in derogatory terms, or treat whites with whom he interacted with anything but courtesy and respect. He contains within him the contradictions ? the good and the bad ? of the community that he has served diligently for so many years. I can no more disown him than I can disown the black community. I can no more disown him than I can my white grandmother ? a woman who helped raise me, a woman who sacrificed again and again for me, a woman who loves me as much as she loves anything in this world, but a woman who once confessed her fear of black men who passed by her on the street, and who on more than one occasion has uttered racial or ethnic stereotypes that made me cringe. These people are a part of me. And they are a part of America, this country that I love. Some will see this as an attempt to justify or excuse comments that are simply inexcusable. I can assure you it is not. I suppose the politically safe thing would be to move on from this episode and just hope that it fades into the woodwork. We can dismiss Reverend Wright as a crank or a demagogue, just as some have dismissed Geraldine Ferraro, in the aftermath of her recent statements, as harboring some deep-seated racial bias. But race is an issue that I believe this nation cannot afford to ignore right now. We would be making the same mistake that Reverend Wright made in his offending sermons about America ? to simplify and stereotype and amplify the negative to the point that it distorts reality. The fact is that the comments that have been made and the issues that have surfaced over the last few weeks reflect the complexities of race in this country that we?ve never really worked through ? a part of our union that we have yet to perfect. And if we walk away now, if we simply retreat into our respective corners, we will never be able to come together and solve challenges like health care, or education, or the need to find good jobs for every American. Understanding this reality requires a reminder of how we arrived at this point. As William Faulkner once wrote, ?The past isn?t dead and buried. In fact, it isn?t even past.? We do not need to recite here the history of racial injustice in this country. But we do need to remind ourselves that so many of the disparities that exist in the African-American community today can be directly traced to inequalities passed on from an earlier generation that suffered under the brutal legacy of slavery and Jim Crow. Segregated schools were, and are, inferior schools; we still haven?t fixed them, fifty years after Brown v. Board of Education, and the inferior education they provided, then and now, helps explain the pervasive achievement gap between today?s black and white students. Legalized discrimination - where blacks were prevented, often through violence, from owning property, or loans were not granted to African-American business owners, or black homeowners could not access FHA mortgages, or blacks were excluded from unions, or the police force, or fire departments ? meant that black families could not amass any meaningful wealth to bequeath to future generations. That history helps explain the wealth and income gap between black and white, and the concentrated pockets of poverty that persists in so many of today?s urban and rural communities. A lack of economic opportunity among black men, and the shame and frustration that came from not being able to provide for one?s family, contributed to the erosion of black families ? a problem that welfare policies for many years may have worsened. And the lack of basic services in so many urban black neighborhoods ? parks for kids to play in, police walking the beat, regular garbage pick-up and building code enforcement ? all helped create a cycle of violence, blight and neglect that continue to haunt us. This is the reality in which Reverend Wright and other African-Americans of his generation grew up. They came of age in the late fifties and early sixties, a time when segregation was still the law of the land and opportunity was systematically constricted. What?s remarkable is not how many failed in the face of discrimination, but rather how many men and women overcame the odds; how many were able to make a way out of no way for those like me who would come after them. But for all those who scratched and clawed their way to get a piece of the American Dream, there were many who didn?t make it ? those who were ultimately defeated, in one way or another, by discrimination. That legacy of defeat was passed on to future generations ? those young men and increasingly young women who we see standing on street corners or languishing in our prisons, without hope or prospects for the future. Even for those blacks who did make it, questions of race, and racism, continue to define their worldview in fundamental ways. For the men and women of Reverend Wright?s generation, the memories of humiliation and doubt and fear have not gone away; nor has the anger and the bitterness of those years. That anger may not get expressed in public, in front of white co-workers or white friends. But it does find voice in the barbershop or around the kitchen table. At times, that anger is exploited by politicians, to gin up votes along racial lines, or to make up for a politician?s own failings. And occasionally it finds voice in the church on Sunday morning, in the pulpit and in the pews. The fact that so many people are surprised to hear that anger in some of Reverend Wright?s sermons simply reminds us of the old truism that the most segregated hour in American life occurs on Sunday morning. That anger is not always productive; indeed, all too often it distracts attention from solving real problems; it keeps us from squarely facing our own complicity in our condition, and prevents the African-American community from forging the alliances it needs to bring about real change. But the anger is real; it is powerful; and to simply wish it away, to condemn it without understanding its roots, only serves to widen the chasm of misunderstanding that exists between the races. In fact, a similar anger exists within segments of the white community. Most working- and middle-class white Americans don?t feel that they have been particularly privileged by their race. Their experience is the immigrant experience ? as far as they?re concerned, no one?s handed them anything, they?ve built it from scratch. They?ve worked hard all their lives, many times only to see their jobs shipped overseas or their pension dumped after a lifetime of labor. They are anxious about their futures, and feel their dreams slipping away; in an era of stagnant wages and global competition, opportunity comes to be seen as a zero sum game, in which your dreams come at my expense. So when they are told to bus their children to a school across town; when they hear that an African American is getting an advantage in landing a good job or a spot in a good college because of an injustice that they themselves never committed; when they?re told that their fears about crime in urban neighborhoods are somehow prejudiced, resentment builds over time. Like the anger within the black community, these resentments aren?t always expressed in polite company. But they have helped shape the political landscape for at least a generation. Anger over welfare and affirmative action helped forge the Reagan Coalition. Politicians routinely exploited fears of crime for their own electoral ends. Talk show hosts and conservative commentators built entire careers unmasking bogus claims of racism while dismissing legitimate discussions of racial injustice and inequality as mere political correctness or reverse racism. Just as black anger often proved counterproductive, so have these white resentments distracted attention from the real culprits of the middle class squeeze ? a corporate culture rife with inside dealing, questionable accounting practices, and short-term greed; a Washington dominated by lobbyists and special interests; economic policies that favor the few over the many. And yet, to wish away the resentments of white Americans, to label them as misguided or even racist, without recognizing they are grounded in legitimate concerns ? this too widens the racial divide, and blocks the path to understanding. This is where we are right now. It?s a racial stalemate we?ve been stuck in for years. Contrary to the claims of some of my critics, black and white, I have never been so naïve as to believe that we can get beyond our racial divisions in a single election cycle, or with a single candidacy ? particularly a candidacy as imperfect as my own. But I have asserted a firm conviction ? a conviction rooted in my faith in God and my faith in the American people ? that working together we can move beyond some of our old racial wounds, and that in fact we have no choice is we are to continue on the path of a more perfect union. For the African-American community, that path means embracing the burdens of our past without becoming victims of our past. It means continuing to insist on a full measure of justice in every aspect of American life. But it also means binding our particular grievances ? for better health care, and better schools, and better jobs - to the larger aspirations of all Americans ? the white woman struggling to break the glass ceiling, the white man whose been laid off, the immigrant trying to feed his family. And it means taking full responsibility for own lives ? by demanding more from our fathers, and spending more time with our children, and reading to them, and teaching them that while they may face challenges and discrimination in their own lives, they must never succumb to despair or cynicism; they must always believe that they can write their own destiny. Ironically, this quintessentially American ? and yes, conservative ? notion of self-help found frequent expression in Reverend Wright?s sermons. But what my former pastor too often failed to understand is that embarking on a program of self-help also requires a belief that society can change. The profound mistake of Reverend Wright?s sermons is not that he spoke about racism in our society. It?s that he spoke as if our society was static; as if no progress has been made; as if this country ? a country that has made it possible for one of his own members to run for the highest office in the land and build a coalition of white and black; Latino and Asian, rich and poor, young and old ? is still irrevocably bound to a tragic past. But what we know ? what we have seen ? is that America can change. That is true genius of this nation. What we have already achieved gives us hope ? the audacity to hope ? for what we can and must achieve tomorrow. In the white community, the path to a more perfect union means acknowledging that what ails the African-American community does not just exist in the minds of black people; that the legacy of discrimination - and current incidents of discrimination, while less overt than in the past - are real and must be addressed. Not just with words, but with deeds ? by investing in our schools and our communities; by enforcing our civil rights laws and ensuring fairness in our criminal justice system; by providing this generation with ladders of opportunity that were unavailable for previous generations. It requires all Americans to realize that your dreams do not have to come at the expense of my dreams; that investing in the health, welfare, and education of black and brown and white children will ultimately help all of America prosper. In the end, then, what is called for is nothing more, and nothing less, than what all the world?s great religions demand ? that we do unto others as we would have them do unto us. Let us be our brother?s keeper, Scripture tells us. Let us be our sister?s keeper. Let us find that common stake we all have in one another, and let our politics reflect that spirit as well. For we have a choice in this country. We can accept a politics that breeds division, and conflict, and cynicism. We can tackle race only as spectacle ? as we did in the OJ trial ? or in the wake of tragedy, as we did in the aftermath of Katrina - or as fodder for the nightly news. We can play Reverend Wright?s sermons on every channel, every day and talk about them from now until the election, and make the only question in this campaign whether or not the American people think that I somehow believe or sympathize with his most offensive words. We can pounce on some gaffe by a Hillary supporter as evidence that she?s playing the race card, or we can speculate on whether white men will all flock to John McCain in the general election regardless of his policies. We can do that. But if we do, I can tell you that in the next election, we?ll be talking about some other distraction. And then another one. And then another one. And nothing will change. That is one option. Or, at this moment, in this election, we can come together and say, ?Not this time.? This time we want to talk about the crumbling schools that are stealing the future of black children and white children and Asian children and Hispanic children and Native American children. This time we want to reject the cynicism that tells us that these kids can?t learn; that those kids who don?t look like us are somebody else?s problem. The children of America are not those kids, they are our kids, and we will not let them fall behind in a 21st century economy. Not this time. This time we want to talk about how the lines in the Emergency Room are filled with whites and blacks and Hispanics who do not have health care; who don?t have the power on their own to overcome the special interests in Washington, but who can take them on if we do it together. This time we want to talk about the shuttered mills that once provided a decent life for men and women of every race, and the homes for sale that once belonged to Americans from every religion, every region, every walk of life. This time we want to talk about the fact that the real problem is not that someone who doesn?t look like you might take your job; it?s that the corporation you work for will ship it overseas for nothing more than a profit. This time we want to talk about the men and women of every color and creed who serve together, and fight together, and bleed together under the same proud flag. We want to talk about how to bring them home from a war that never should?ve been authorized and never should?ve been waged, and we want to talk about how we?ll show our patriotism by caring for them, and their families, and giving them the benefits they have earned. I would not be running for President if I didn?t believe with all my heart that this is what the vast majority of Americans want for this country. This union may never be perfect, but generation after generation has shown that it can always be perfected. And today, whenever I find myself feeling doubtful or cynical about this possibility, what gives me the most hope is the next generation ? the young people whose attitudes and beliefs and openness to change have already made history in this election. There is one story in particularly that I?d like to leave you with today ? a story I told when I had the great honor of speaking on Dr. King?s birthday at his home church, Ebenezer Baptist, in Atlanta. There is a young, twenty-three year old white woman named Ashley Baia who organized for our campaign in Florence, South Carolina. She had been working to organize a mostly African-American community since the beginning of this campaign, and one day she was at a roundtable discussion where everyone went around telling their story and why they were there. And Ashley said that when she was nine years old, her mother got cancer. And because she had to miss days of work, she was let go and lost her health care. They had to file for bankruptcy, and that?s when Ashley decided that she had to do something to help her mom. She knew that food was one of their most expensive costs, and so Ashley convinced her mother that what she really liked and really wanted to eat more than anything else was mustard and relish sandwiches. Because that was the cheapest way to eat. She did this for a year until her mom got better, and she told everyone at the roundtable that the reason she joined our campaign was so that she could help the millions of other children in the country who want and need to help their parents too. Now Ashley might have made a different choice. Perhaps somebody told her along the way that the source of her mother?s problems were blacks who were on welfare and too lazy to work, or Hispanics who were coming into the country illegally. But she didn?t. She sought out allies in her fight against injustice. Anyway, Ashley finishes her story and then goes around the room and asks everyone else why they?re supporting the campaign. They all have different stories and reasons. Many bring up a specific issue. And finally they come to this elderly black man who?s been sitting there quietly the entire time. And Ashley asks him why he?s there. And he does not bring up a specific issue. He does not say health care or the economy. He does not say education or the war. He does not say that he was there because of Barack Obama. He simply says to everyone in the room, ?I am here because of Ashley.? ?I?m here because of Ashley.? By itself, that single moment of recognition between that young white girl and that old black man is not enough. It is not enough to give health care to the sick, or jobs to the jobless, or education to our children. But it is where we start. It is where our union grows stronger. And as so many generations have come to realize over the course of the two-hundred and twenty one years since a band of patriots signed that document in Philadelphia, that is where the perfection begins. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Article printed from Washington Wire - WSJ.com: *http://blogs.wsj.com/washwire* URL to article: *http://blogs.wsj.com/washwire/2008/03/18/text-of-obamas-speech-a-more-perfect-union/* Click here <#Print> to print.

Saturday, March 15, 2008

Obama and religion

THE ABSURD TIMES
CREDO QUIA ABSRUDUM EST




Illustration: Two coins and their explaination, illustration donated by one of you. I have come to the conclusion that the motto: "In God We Trust" should be replaced with the motto, meaning essentially the same thing, "Credo quia absurdum est." This would certainly fit the situation more aptly.
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So let us say a few words about how religion has been a part of this political campaign. Back in 1958-59, Nixon was running against JFK and pointed out that he had nothing against Kennedy being a Catholic, but he was not so naive as to assume the nobody would. This time around, the pulpit pounders, the fundamentalists, the ignorant, and the stupid are being treated to a festival of religious absurdity that is overwhelming. The voting public is a group from which I am serious considering resigning. If I thought MENSA was shallow and thus resigned, I can hardly be consistent if this idiocy continues or if it makes any difference at all.
We will start with John McVain, now that Hucklebery Hound is out of the race. McVain has been endorsed by religious leaders who consider the Catholic Church an agent of the devil. McVain said "Thank you, sir, I'm honored." Another of McVain's religious supporters asserts that the United States was founded to oppose Islam. [The truth is that John Adams, our second President, explicitly stated otherwise.] McVain said "Thank you, I'm honored." There has been virtually no criticism of McVain about this.
Hillary Clinton, former Goldwater Girl, was asked about the "charge" [what is the penalty?] of Barak being a Moslem. She paused, and finally said "Not that I know of."
But the real absurdities surround Barak Obama. First, Farrakan says its nice to see an African American with a chance to be President. Obama was forced to "denounce" that. Hillary demanded that he "reject it." Well, ok, although it seems that "denounce" is more proactive than "reject," he added "reject." Got any more words for me?
Well, now it is clear that he is a "christian." So, they went after the ex-pastor of his church and I'm pretty certain you have seen them on the networks. Obama said he had never heard those words from he and he "rejects them too."
But what were those words? Well, "The chickens have come home to roost," was one point, a rather trite, homey one. The preacher then elaborated as his point can be paraphrased thus: the U.S. supported the Aparteid government in South Africa in defiance of every other country in the world, except Israel. Since South Africa finally changed somewhat, we have an aparteid situation in the West Back and Gaza in the Middle East. Jimmie Carter was castigated for even suggesting this. [Another ex-President.] The United States invaded Mexico, stole the country now called "Panama," from Columbia, set up dictators in Iran, and around the world. When we captured Norriega, a graduate of the School of the Americas and ex-cia employee, we also killed thousands of his countrymen, all civilians. We killed millions of Vietnamese, mainly civilians. We have killed Iraqis recently, mainly civilians. Osama bin Laden first fought in Afghanistan (on our side v. the Russians) and most of the 9/11 participants were Saudi or Egyptian. We blamed Saddam Hussein, one person bin Laden hated more than us, and attacked him for it. All this while, we were correct and serving God's mission. The preacher said that the 3,000 who died, did so because bin Laden was retaliating against us. Who is surprised that such a thing would happen?
If Obama pointed out that the remarks were correct, how would not have a chance to win. I should point out here that Obama, Clinton, McVain, and George Bush all know these facts, but are quick to deny them. That is why the espression "speak truth to power" is meaningless. Power already knows the truth, and it will continue. Why bother telling them what they already know?
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The article below is a rumincation on Race and Politics in the U.S.:
(And lest I be accused of being racist, the author is African American, so it's ok):

Barack Obama's Problem -- And Ours Along the Color Line
March 15, 2008 By *Manning Marable*
Source: BlackCommentator.com
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Several years ago, I was walking home to my Manhattan apartment from
Columbia University, just having delivered a lecture on New York State's
notorious "Rockefeller Drug Laws." The state's mandatory-minimum
sentencing laws had thrown tens of thousands of nonviolent drug
offenders into state prisons with violent convicts. In my lecture I had
called for more generous prisoner reentry programs, the restoration of
felons' voting rights, increased educational programs inside prisons,
and a restoration of judges' sentencing authority.
A white administrator from another local university, a woman, who I had
always judged to be fairly conservative and probably a Republican, had
attended my lecture and was walking along with me to go to the subway.
She told me that my lecture about the "prison industrial complex" had
been a real "eye opener." The fact that two million Americans were
imprisoned, she expressed, was a "real scandal."
Then this college administrator blurted out, in a hurried manner, "You
know, my son is also in prison . a victim of the drug laws."
In a split second, I had to make a hard decision: whether to engage this
white conservative administrator in a serious conversation about
America's gulags and political economy of mass incarceration that had
collaterally ensnared her son, or to pretend that I had not heard her
last sentence, and to continue our conversation as if she had said
nothing at all. Perhaps this is a sign of generational weakness on my
part, but the overwhelming feeling I had at that precise moment was
that, one day, the white administrator would deeply regret revealing
such an intimate secret with a black person. I might tell the entire
world about it. Instead of proceeding on the basis of mutual trust and
common ground, transcending the boundaries of color, it would be better
to ignore what was said in haste.
All of this occurred to me in the span of one heartbeat. I decided to
say nothing. Two seconds later, I could visually detect the signs of
relief on the woman's face. African Americans have survived in the
United States for over four hundred years because, at least up to the
most recent generation of black people, we have made it our business to
study white Americans generally, and especially those who exercise
power. This explains why so many African Americans, at the very core of
their being, express fears that millions of white Americans will be
unable to cast ballots for Obama for president solely due to his racial
identity. Of course, the majority of them would deny this, even to
themselves.
Among the remaining Democratic presidential candidates, former Senator
John Edwards (albeit with a "suspended" campaign) has been consistently
the most progressive on most policy issues, in my view. On issues such
as health care and poverty, Edwards has been clearly to the left of both
Obama and Hillary Clinton. But since Edwards probably cannot win the
Democratic nomination the real choice is between Clinton and Obama.
We've all heard the arguments explaining why Obama's "not qualified" to
be president. Chief among them is that he "doesn't have enough
experience in government." As a historian, I think it may be instructive
to observe that three of the twentieth century's most influential
presidents had shorter careers in electoral politics than Obama.
Theodore Roosevelt, for instance, served as New York's governor for only
two years, and was William McKinley's Vice President for barely six
months. Woodrow Wilson served as New Jersey's governor for only two
years before being elected president. And Franklin D. Roosevelt, our
only four-term president, had served in Albany as New York's governor
for four years. None of these leaders was ever elected to Congress.
Obama's seven years in the Illinois State Senate, according to the New
York Times' Nicholas Kristof, show that "he scored significant
achievements there: a law to videotape police interrogations in capital
cases; an earned income tax credit to fight poverty; an expansion of
early childhood education." To be perfectly honest, there are some
public policy issues where I sharply disagree with Obama, such as health
care. Obama's approach is not to use "mandates" to force millions of
healthy twenty-somethings into the national health insurance pool. He
claims that you won't need mandates, just lower the price of private
health insurance and young adults will buy it on their own. Obama's
children are still small, so maybe he can be excused for such an
irrational argument. Obama's reluctance to embrace health mandates is
about his desire to appeal to "centrists" and moderate Republicans.
Not getting email from BC?
That brings us back to Barack's unspoken problem: white denial and voter
flight. It's instructive to remember what happened to David Dinkins, the
first (and still only) African American elected mayor of New York City.
According to Andrew Kohul, the current president of the Pew Research
Center, the Gallup organization's polling research on New York City's
voters in 1989 indicated that Dinkins would defeat his Republican
opponent, Rudolph Giuliani, by 15 percent. Instead, Dinkins only
narrowly won by 2 percent. Kohul, who worked as a Gallup pollster in
that election, concluded that "poorer, less well-educated [white] voters
were less likely to answer our questions;" so the poll didn't have the
opportunity to factor in their views. As Kohul admits, "Here's the
problem - these whites who do not respond to surveys tend to have more
unfavorable views of blacks than respondents who do the interviews."
So I return to the white college administrator whose son is in prison on
drug charges. I made a mistake. People of color must break through the
mental racial barricades that divide America into parallel racial
universes. We need to mobilize and support the election of Barack Obama
not only because he is progressive and fully qualified to be president,
but also because only his campaign can force all Americans to overcome
the centuries-old silences about race that still create a deep chasm
across this nation's democratic life. In the end, we must force our
fellow citizens who happen to be white, to come to terms with their own
whiteness, their guilt and fears about America's terrible racial past.
If there is any hope for meaningful change inside U.S. electoral system
in the future, it lies with progressive leaders like Barack Obama. If we
can dare to dream politically, let us dream of the world as it should be.
/BlackCommentator.com Editorial Board member, Manning Marable, PhD is
one of America's most influential and widely read scholars. Since 1993,
Dr. Marable has been Professor of Public Affairs, Political Science,
History and African-American Studies at Columbia University in New York
City. For ten years, Dr. Marable was founding director of the Institute
for Research in African- American Studies at Columbia University, from
1993 to 2003. Dr. Marable is an author or editor of over 20 books,
including Living Black History: How Reimagining the African-American
Past Can Remake America's Racial Future (2006); The Autobiography of
Medgar Evers: A Hero's Life And Legacy Revealed Through His Writings,
Letters, And Speeches (2005); Freedom: A Photographic History of the
African American Struggle (2002); Black Leadership: Four Great American
Leaders and the Struggle for Civil Rights (1998); Beyond Black and
White: Transforming African-American Politics (1995); and How Capitalism
Underdeveloped Black America: Problems in Race, Political Economy, and
Society (South End Press Classics Series) (1983). His current project is
a major biography of Malcolm X, entitled Malcolm X: A Life of
Reinvention, to be published by Viking Press in 2009./
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Monday, March 10, 2008

Hillary, Iraq, Now You're Talking money

THE ABSURD TIMES




ILLUSTRATION: Hillary Clinton when offered a subscription to the Absurd Times and then asked about Wyoming.
Today, five more American soldiers were killed in Iraq. Somehow, the media seems determined to keep the "count" below 4,000.
However, I have another figure for you -- I've seen a calculation that every minute we spend occupying Iraq costs about $14,000,000, or fourteen million dollars. What could you accomplish for the good of mankind with one minutes' worth of Iraq spending? I have heard another estimate that with one months' spending, we could end poverty, sickness, and provide education, forever, to everyone on the planet -- and we are only talking about billions here. The total is in the trillions.
George Bush, Republicans, Patriots, all of you, have you every wondered why welfare is gone and we can not afford health care?
Rugh Limbaugh and his ilk are threatening to vote for Hillary if McCain is the candidate (and he is). I can't understand what is going on? Are they trying to get people to switch over to the Democratic Party primaries to get Hillary nominated as they know Obama would win over McCain (one of you calls him McVain) in a landslide? That he might even get a 2/3rds majority in both houses? Remember that Hastert's seat just went to a Democrat. Also remember that Hillary was a Goldwater Republican.
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I do not think I've published this yet. It is an article provided by the Tom Dispatch, a part of the Nation. I'm leaving the links in so you can follow them if you like. This news service provides all with facts and truths that our media does not cover.

Tom Dispatch
posted 2008-02-24 17:43:07

Tomgram: Jen Marlowe, Gaza Struggling under Siege
From Chiapas, Mexico <http://www.tomdispatch.com/post/174881> and
Vietnam's Mekong Delta <http://www.tomdispatch.com/post/174885> to West
Africa (where a war against women
<http://www.tomdispatch.com/post/174895/ann_jones_the_war_against_women_never_ends>
is now underway), Tomdispatch has lately been traveling to some of the
more scarred places on the planet. Today, Jen Marlowe, a documentary
filmmaker and human rights activist (as well as the author of Darfur
Diaries: Stories of Survival
<http://www.amazon.com/dp/1560259280/ref=nosim/?tag=nationbooks08-20>)
offers an account of her journey into the desperate human tragedy of the
besieged Gaza Strip.
Marlowe has been visiting the Gaza Strip periodically since 2002, when
she was living in Jerusalem while working on an Israeli/Palestinian
peace-building program. She has participated in nonviolent
demonstrations with Palestinian, Israeli, and international activists
resisting the Israeli separation barrier
<http://www.tomdispatch.com/post/1285/how_to_build_a_wall> being built,
in part, through Palestinian lands and the growing system of
Israeli-only roads on the West Bank. The deepening degradation of Gazans
living under a merciless siege, visibly a living hell, is something she
vividly captures at a personal level. /Tom/

The Tightening Noose
*Gaza under Hamas, Gaza under Siege*
By Jen Marlowe
Images from Rafah flicker on my computer screen. Gazans blowing up
chunks of the wall that stood between them and Egypt, punching holes
in the largest open-air prison in the world and streaming across the
border. An incredible refusal to submit.
I learn via email that my friend Khaled Nasrallah rented a truck in
order to drive food and medicine from Egypt into the Gaza Strip. He
was acting for no humanitarian organization. He's just a resident of
Rafah, a Palestinian town which borders Egypt, with a deep need to
help and an opportunity to seize.
Rarely does our media offer images so laden with the palpable
despair that has become daily life in the Gaza Strip. The situation
has bordered on desperate since the outbreak of the Second Intifada
in October 2000, when Gazans could no longer work inside Israel and
the attacks and incursions of Israel's military, the IDF, became a
regular occurrence. Closures on the Strip progressively intensified.
On January 25, 2006, Hamas, an acronym for "the Islamic Resistance
Movement," won the Palestinian Authority parliamentary elections,
defeating the reigning secular, nationalist Fatah Party. Israel, the
United States, and the European Union all refused to recognize the
new Hamas government and many elements within Fatah also went to
great lengths to ensure that it failed.
Tension and violence mounted between the Palestinian factions,
culminating in June 2007 in Hamas' takeover of the Gaza Strip.
Israel responded by sealing the Strip. On September 19, following
the repeated firing of crude Qassam rockets from the Beit Hanoun
neighborhood in the northern Gaza Strip into the Israeli town of
Sderot, the Israeli government unanimously labeled all of Gaza a
"hostile entity." Since then, restrictions by the IDF on who and
what is permitted to enter Gaza have grown harsher still. There are
not many witnesses to testify to the plight of Gazans these days. I
was lucky: In early January, in order to visit the participants of a
peace-building program I once worked for, I got in.
It was a brief visit, so I didn't stroll down largely empty
supermarket aisles or visit hospitals to check on which supplies
were unavailable. Instead, I used the time to talk to Gazans
involved in responding to the international siege and the internal
crisis that had led to it.
There were even rare moments when the dual crises faded into the
background, such as the afternoon when I drank coffee in Rafah with
Khaled Nasrallah, his brother Dr. Samir Nasrallah, and their wives
and children. Rachel Corrie, a 23 year-old peace-and-justice
activist from Olympia, Washington, had been killed on March 16, 2003
while standing in front of their home trying to prevent its
demolition by an Israeli military bulldozer. Between October 2000
and October 2004, the IDF destroyed 2,500 homes in the Gaza Strip.
Nearly two-thirds of them, like the Nasrallah's, had been the homes
of refugees in Rafah.
Now double refugees, like so many residents of Rafah, they ushered
me into the living room of the apartment they have occupied since
their home was destroyed in 2004. It was sparsely furnished, but the
family's spirit more than compensated. When, for instance, thin,
quiet Dr. Samir saw an opportunity to make his young daughters or
nieces smile, his own face lit up. He clowned around as pictures
were taken, encouraging the girls to find ever sillier poses.
Only as I was leaving did the siege make its presence felt. I pulled
a few chocolate bars and a carton of Lucky Strikes from my backpack,
saying, "I understand these are hard to find these days."
Dr. Samir accepted the gifts with an odd solemnity. He then
unwrapped a single bar of chocolate, carefully broke it into small
pieces and distributed a section to each of the little girls. With
an equal sense of gravity, they sat on the thin, foam mats that
lined the room, slowly biting off tiny pieces, letting the chocolate
melt in their mouths. They were still sucking on the final bits as I
said goodbye.
*Entering Gaza *
When I first found out that I had permission to enter Gaza, I
wondered what I should bring with me. How much could I carry? What
did a people under siege need most? I imagined filling my backpack
with bags of rice, coffee, sugar, beans ? until I called my friend
Ra'ed in Beit Hanoun.
"Hey, Ra'ed. I'm coming to Gaza on Wednesday. What can I bring you?"
There was a short pause. "Can you bring cigarettes? Lucky Strikes?"
Requests from other friends started coming in. Could I bring a
carton of Marlboros? Viceroy Lights? Rania requested chocolate.
Ahmad asked for shampoo.
There was something tragic and yet comic in these requests. Were
they a sign that the situation wasn't as desperate as I feared? Or
maybe, given the sustained stress Gazans have been enduring, the
need for psychological relief took priority even over the staples of
survival?
Ra'ed called back with an additional request. "Can you bring one of
those rechargeable florescent lights? The power's being cut off now
for eight hours at a time and my kids have exams. They can't study
without light."
Erez border is the only crossing point for internationals entering
the Gaza Strip. The border between Rafah and Egypt had been sealed
since the Hamas takeover. I arrived at Erez, struggling with my
three brimming bags and two rechargeable lights. The terminal had
been completely rebuilt since my last visit a year ago. The modest
building housing a few soldiers and computers was gone and in its
place was a slick, spotlessly clean, all-glass complex. It felt as
if I were entering the headquarters atrium of a multi-million dollar
corporation.
My passport was stamped and I continued along a maze of one-way
revolving gates. Crossing through the final gate, I found myself in
Gaza, the sleek glass building and its sanitized version of the
Israeli occupation suddenly no more than a surreal memory. I was on
a cracked cement pathway, covered by dilapidated plastic roofing, in
the middle of an abandoned field filled with nothing but stones and
rubble. Realities, even small ones, change so quickly, so grimly here.
* The Siege *
Soon, I was in Ra'ed's car heading south to Rafah with Rania Kharma,
a coordinator for the Palestinian-International Campaign to End the
Siege on Gaza. I handed her the chocolate bars she had requested.
"Thanks, habibti [my dear]" she said. "You know how important
chocolate can be for a woman." Normally remarkably passionate, Rania
now spoke and moved with the air of someone smothered by wet blankets.
We passed carts piled with bananas and oranges. "So there's fruit
here. What exactly is getting in?" I asked.
Before the siege, she explained, there used to be 9,000 different
items allowed into Gaza. Now, the Israelis had reduced what could
enter the Strip to 20 items or, in some cases, types of items.
Twenty items to meet the needs of nearly 1.5 million people. It felt
like some kind of TV fantasy exercise in survival: You're going to a
deserted island and you can only bring 20 things with you. What
would you bring?
Medicine was on the list, Rania told me, but only pre-approved drugs
registered with the Israeli Ministry of Health. Frozen meat was
permitted, but fresh meat wasn't (and there was a shortage of
livestock in Gaza). Fruit and vegetables were allowed in, but --
Ra'ed quickly inserted -- less than what the population needed and
of an inferior quality. It was, he felt, as if Israel were dumping
produce not fit for their citizens or for international export into
Gaza.
"I cut open an avocado last week and found the inside completely
rotten," he added.
Diapers and toilet paper were allowed entry, as were sugar, salt,
flour, milk, and eggs. Soap yes, but not laundry detergent, shampoo,
or other cleaning products.
"I'm not sure about baby formula," Rania said. "Sometimes you can
find it, sometimes you can't."
Tunnels under the Egyptian border, once used mainly to smuggle
weapons into the Strip, were now responsible for a brisk black
market trade. Hamas, which controlled the tunnels, reportedly
earning a hefty profit from the $10 it now cost Gazans to buy a
single pack of cigarettes. Chocolate couldn't be found, not even on
the black market. A bag of cement that once cost about $10 reached
$75, and, by the time of my visit, couldn't be found at all. All
construction and most repair jobs had ground to a halt.
The Ramadan fast is traditionally broken with a dried date. A
special request for dates was made to the Israelis and granted --
but only as a substitute for salt. To get their Ramadan dates,
Gazans had to sacrifice something else.
"Israel says they're not going to starve us," Rania remarked with a
wry grin as we neared Rafah. "They're just putting us on a really
tight diet."
I was traveling to Rafah in order to purchase handmade embroidery
from the Women's Union Association, a women's fair-trade collective.
I was planning to bring the embroidery back to the U.S. for the
Olympia-Rafah Sister City Project, initiated after the death of
Rachel Corrie and working to realize her vision of connecting the
two communities.
Rafah's economy used to be based on agriculture and on the resale of
goods from Egypt, according to Samira, the energetic program
director of the association. Over the last seven years, however,
most of the orchards and greenhouses in the town had been uprooted
by Israeli military bulldozers. Then, once the siege began for real,
Rafah's merchants could no longer obtain goods from Egypt. By the
time I arrived, only about 15% of the population was working, most
employed in government ministries.
Samira brought out a large plastic bag brimming with embroidered
work. I fingered beautiful shawls and wall hangings as she eagerly
described an exhibition of the women's hand embroidery held in Cairo
last May. Every piece had sold out. The women had then stitched new
pillowcases, bags, and vests at a frenetic pace for an exhibition in
Vienna scheduled for September 2007. The Gaza Strip, however, was
sealed in June. Neither the women, nor their embroidery could leave.
That plastic bag contained what should have gone to Vienna. The
project had already come to a standstill as the necessary raw
materials, chiefly colored thread, were now unavailable. Once these
pieces were sold, nothing would be left.
Samira encouraged Rania to try on a stunning, exquisitely stitched
jacket, its joyous blaze of color strangely out of place in that
bare office. It had taken a year to complete, she said proudly. I
hesitated to buy it. It felt wrong, somehow, to remove that splash
of color from decimated Rafah. But who else would be arriving in
Rafah soon to buy from the collective? I asked Samira to prioritize
which items she wanted me to purchase. She packed up the jacket, and
as many other pieces as I could afford in that same plastic bag, and
handed them over to me.
While Ra'ed and Rania argued energetically in Arabic on the drive
back to Gaza City, I stared out the window, noting the green Hamas
flags and banners that decorated nearly every street corner and
intersection. As we neared our destination, I asked Rania if she
wanted to join me that evening.
"I'd love to, habibti, but I have to get back to my apartment before
6:30. The electricity will be cut after that and then -- no
elevator. I live on the ninth floor and, since my knee injury a few
years ago, it's really painful to walk up all those stairs."
*Gaza in Darkness*
Mahmoud Abo Rahma, a young man with intense green eyes, spent much
of his time with me discussing Gaza's acute electricity crisis in
his office at the Al Mezan Center for Human Rights. Israel's fuel
restrictions were his primary concern. It wasn't just transportation
that suffered when fuel was sanctioned, he explained. Without fuel
for Gaza's sole power plant, the ensuing electricity shortage
constrains health and education services, leading to an acute
humanitarian crisis.
Mahmoud broke the situation down, jotting figures and connective
arrows on a small sticky pad. Gaza needs 237 megawatts of
electricity a day, 120 megawatts of which are supplied directly by
Israel. The Gaza power plant used to supply 90 megawatts, which
meant the Strip remained 27 megawatts a day short, even in what
passed for "good times." Then, in June 2006 after the kidnapping of
Israeli soldier Gilad Shalit, the Israelis bombed the power plant,
truncating its capacity. With the siege and its acute fuel shortage,
the plant could generate even less. Mahmoud feared that it might
have to stop operating altogether. On top of this, he added, Israel
was threatening to curtail the electricity it provides.
Sixty-eight people, he said, had already died as a result of the
sanctions. Others had certainly suffered siege-related deaths in
which multiple factors were involved. For those 68, however, a clear
red line could be drawn directly to the siege -- to disruptions in
critical services or to the simple fact that someone couldn't reach
Israel or Egypt for needed medical care unavailable in Gaza.
As Mahmoud scribbled down numbers and drew his arrows, my mind
wandered from the 68 extreme cases to the thousands of day-to-day
small sufferings that have become part of the fabric of life for
Gazans. I imagined the Nasrallah family huddled under blankets
trying to keep warm without a functioning electric heater, or
Ra'ed's children studying for exams by candle or flashlight, or
Rania climbing those nine flights of stairs on an injured knee.
* The Hamas Takeover *
Suhail is the director of the Rachel Corrie Cultural Center for
Children and Youth in Rafah and its sister center in Jabalya Refugee
Camp. Both centers are under the umbrella of the Union of Health
Workers. "We are sometimes asked," Suhail told me, "how a children's
center fits under the umbrella of a health organization, but the
connection is very clear. According to the World Health
Organization, health is not measured only by lack of illness. A
healthy child is also healthy socially, emotionally, and mentally --
and this is the role we play."
The obstacles to their work were large, he assured me. "Our
activities are designed to help support children mentally,
emotionally, but they don't want to leave the house. The kids are
depressed. Everyone is depressed."
In 2005, the teens who made up the center's dabke troupe -- /dabke/
is a traditional Palestinian folk-dance -- traveled to Britain,
touring and performing in 15 cities. Now, they can't leave the Gaza
Strip. "We want Al Jazeera to broadcast them performing in a local
celebration," Suhail said. "The youth are also making their own
movies, showing their daily realities. There are different ways to
break a siege."
Their problems, Suhail made clear, didn't all stem from
international isolation. "Yes, the siege makes everything much, much
more difficult, but the internal crisis even more so. Religious
conservatism is taking a stronger hold."
Nujud, a freckled young female student-volunteer, offered an
example. "We used to have a mixed-gender community. There were even
more girls participating than boys. Now, it's the opposite. Boys and
girls are hesitant even to be in the same room with each other for
fear of attack by Hamas." She pointed to a young male volunteer. "We
have to be very cautious in our interactions with each other."
Suhail ended our meeting with the comment, "Making cultural change
takes a lot of time. And it has a lot of enemies."
Samira, too, had indirectly brought up the impact of the Hamas
takeover in Gaza. "After you leave here today," she said, "it's very
likely that someone will come and ask about you. Who are you? What
were you doing here?"
I sat a moment sipping sweet tea from a plastic cup and taking in
her comment. "Did we put you in danger by coming today?"
"Nothing will happen to us," she answered. "They will just ask."
Samira sounded nonchalant. I felt less so. Comings and goings, it
seemed, were being carefully, if unobtrusively, monitored.
*New Levels of Violence*
At the pristine offices of the Gaza Community Mental Health Program
(GCMHP), Husam al Nounou and Dr. Ahmad Abu Tawahina brought into
focus the degree to which the Hamas takeover had affected life in
Gaza. Husam, the program's director of public relations, was
soft-spoken and Dr. Abu Tawahina, its director general, was
animated; both men radiated self-assurance and dignity.
By then, the large-scale, bloody political violence between Hamas
and Fatah militants had ended. There were no longer shoot-outs on
street corners. Military actions against Fatah-connected individuals
were on-going, however. Dr. Abu Tawahina described cases of people
leaving their houses only to find the body of a relative dumped on
the street, or frantic Gazans calling police stations after a family
member "disappeared," only to be told that there was "no information."
The margins of free speech, never large in Gaza, had decreased
significantly, Husam told me. Direct or indirect messages of fear
and intimidation are now regularly passed on to journalists and
human rights workers. Fatah affiliates are beaten up, detained,
their cars burned; Fatah-related organizations have been totally
destroyed. I was reminded of Mahmoud's reply when I asked him if Al
Mezan's ability to work, exposing human rights abuses to the people
of Gaza, has been affected since the takeover.
"We are not changing our work at all," he said, choosing his words
slowly. "We are not allowing ourselves to be intimidated."
Ideological and political differences between the movements have
certainly played a major role in the internal fighting -- Dr. Abu
Tawahina carefully explained -- as has the regional factor:
Washington supports Fatah, while Hamas is backed by Syria and Iran.
But, as Husam pointed out, other factors should not be ignored.
"There is no tradition of democracy or transfer of power in
Palestinian society," he said. "Fatah was not prepared to lose the
January 2006 elections or give authority over to Hamas."
Add to this mix the adamant refusal of both the Bush administration
and Ehud Olmert's government in Israel to recognize the
democratically elected Hamas government, as well as their support
for Fatah's attempts to sabotage it.
"What would have happened," I asked, "if Hamas had been given a
chance to actually govern in the first place?"
After a long pause, Husam responded, "There's no way to know for
sure. But I think there's a good chance that Hamas would have
changed. There are lots of indications that they were initially
willing to."
Dr. Abu Tawahina then widened the context of the discussion. Many
Fatah officials had spent years in Israeli prisons, he commented,
enduring torture at the hands of Israeli interrogators and soldiers.
After signing the Oslo peace agreements in 1993, members of the
Palestine Liberation Organization (in which Fatah is the most
powerful faction) were permitted to establish a self-governing
apparatus called the Palestinian Authority (PA). Israel put pressure
on the PA to arrest those who opposed the Oslo process, particularly
when opposition groups carried out attacks in Israel.
As a result, thousands of Hamas members, most of whom had not been
involved in the violence, spent time in PA jails. Fatah
interrogators then applied the same techniques to the prisoners in
their hands as the Israelis had once used against them, even ramping
the methods up a notch or two.
"In psychology, we refer to it as 'identification with the
aggressor,'" Dr. Abu Tawahina told me.
Now, the very people Fatah abused in prison are in charge in the
Gaza Strip and they are seeking revenge for a decade of mistreatment
under Fatah. The phenomenon can be found in Gazan civil society as
well. One hundred thousand Palestinian laborers used to work inside
Israel, suffering daily humiliations at the hands of Israeli
soldiers at the Erez crossing. If they directed their anger and
frustration at their abusers, they would lose the permits that
allowed them to work inside Israel. Instead, many erupted in rage at
home at their wives or children, creating new victims.
The present level of internal violence in Gaza, however, has no
precedent. Hamas took the detentions and torture that were part and
parcel of Palestinian life under Israeli rule and later under the PA
and added the previously unimaginable -- Algerian-style executions
and disappearances. These were something new as acts among
Palestinians.
No one knows how many people have gone missing in these last months
or the details of their torture. Hamas won't allow Gaza Community
Mental Health Program staff to visit the prisons as they once did
regularly. Human rights organizations are trying to compile lists of
the missing, but there are no comprehensive statistics.
Meanwhile, frustration and anger inside the pressure cooker that is
Gaza only mounts. Violence in the society as a whole, including
domestic violence, is on the rise. New victims continue to be created.
"We attempted to work with the Fatah government when they were in
charge," Husam said. "We tried to warn them of the long-term
consequences their torture could bring. They didn't want to hear it."
Dr. Abu Tawahina tried to describe his fervent hope of one day
building a community that would enjoy genuine democracy and the rule
of law, no matter who was in charge. But in that office, his dream
felt, at best, remote.
"Let's say," he added, "that Israel and the U.S. manage to overthrow
Hamas and reinstall Fatah. Do you think that Fatah would now
institute a program of reconciliation?"
Dr. Abu Tawahina let the question fill the room, unanswered. But
from a barely perceptible shake of his head, I knew what his
response was.
*Society Unraveling*
Because of an ever more traumatized population, the mental health
program's services are desperately needed. The staff work
feverishly, trying to develop new techniques to meet the catastrophe
that is Gaza, but nothing, not telephone counseling, nor bringing in
other NGOs, nor holding community meetings to give larger numbers of
people coping tools can meet the escalating needs of the community.
"Peace is crucial for mental health services," Dr. Abu Tawahina said
pointedly. "Our staff feel inadequate in helping our clients. When
the source of someone's mental symptoms comes from physical needs
not being met, then there is very little that therapeutic techniques
can do."
At the moment, the community's most crucial resource -- itself -- is
fraying. In Palestinian society, the extended family has always
served as the center of a web of support and protection. Previously,
the mental health project used this incredibly powerful social
network as part of its outreach, making special efforts to educate
family members in how to take care of each other.
With the split between Fatah and Hamas growing ever deeper, Dr. Abu
Tawahina suggested that loyalty to political parties might be
growing stronger than loyalty to family. In many families, the
cracks are showing. Husam told me of families where one brother,
loyal to Hamas, gave information to the Hamas leadership about
another brother, active in Fatah, leading to his detention. I had
even heard rumors of brother killing brother. The implications of
this go far beyond the work of one mental health group. The very
foundations of Palestinian endurance and survival are now threatened
as the social fabric, their strength as a people, begins to unravel.
As our meeting was drawing to a close, Husam suddenly broached a new
subject. "The level of hate towards those behind the siege --
Israelis and Americans -- is increasing. We need to show the human
face of people from the U.S."
His comment reminded me that Samira and Suhail had also spoken about
their desire to launch an Internet program between young people in
Rafah and teenagers in Olympia, Washington, Rachel Corrie's
hometown. In itself, there was nothing shocking about the fact that
anger towards Americans, whose government strongly supported the
siege and had also backed Fatah in the internecine struggle in Gaza,
was on the rise. If anything, what was surprising, touching, and
human was the urge of a few Palestinians to challenge that hatred
and put a human face on Americans.
Dr. Abu Tawahina concluded with a sober warning. "Empirical studies
show that collective punishment isn't limited to those who are
directly subjected to the punishment. It affects the international
community as well. What is happening now in Gaza may someday very
well affect what happens later in Europe and the United States."
*Small Hope*
Now, back in the U.S., I stare at those images from just a few weeks
ago of Gazans flooding into Egypt. I feel myself on some threshold
between paralysis and hope -- anguished by the unending desperation
that led to the destruction of that wall and yet inspired by the way
the Gazans briefly broke their own siege.
Dr. Abu Tawahina, I believe, is right. What we are allowing to occur
in Gaza -- and we /are/ allowing, even facilitating, it -- will come
back to haunt us. Still, despite all the indicators of a society
locked into an open-air prison giving in to violence and possibly
fragmenting internally past the point of reconciliation, I hold onto
a small hope. Perhaps those of us outside that prison will be
affected by more than the explosive rage that inevitably comes from
an effort to collectively crush 1.5 million people into submission.
Perhaps we will also be affected by the Gazans who refuse to submit
to their oppressors, be they from outside or within. Ultimately, I
hope we'll choose to stand in solidarity with them.
/Jen Marlowe, a documentary filmmaker and human rights activist, is
the author of Darfur Diaries: Stories of Survival
<http://www.amazon.com/dp/1560259280/ref=nosim/?tag=nationbooks08-20>
(Nation Books). She is now directing and editing her next film,
Rebuilding Hope <http://www.rebuildinghopesudan.org/>, about South
Sudan, and writing a book about Palestine and Israel. Her most
recent film <http://www.darfurdiaries.org/> was /Darfur Diaries:
Message from Home/. She serves on the board of directors of the
Friends of the Jenin Freedom Theatre
<http://www.friendsofthejeninfreedomtheatre.org/> and is a founding
member of the Rachel's Words initiative
<http://www.rachelswords.org/>. Her email address is:
jenmarlowe@hotmail.com/
Copyright 2008 Jen Marlowe

Sunday, March 09, 2008

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We have gone back to the Absurd Times because search engines would not find the Absurd Tribune.
What could be more Absurd?

Well, just about anything involving human beings, whether apparent now or later.


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