WTF — is this really the America that God Blessed?

The detainees [at Guantanamo] who are refusing food have been stripped of all possessions, including a sleeping mat and soap, and are made to sleep on concrete floors in freezing solitary cells. “It is possible that I may die in here,” said Shaker Aamer through his lawyer, Clive Stafford Smith. “I hope not, but if I do die, please tell my children that I loved them above all else, but that I had to stand up for the principle that they cannot just keep holding people without a trial, especially when they have been cleared for release.” Aamer, a British father of four, was approved for release more than five years ago.

Col. Morris Davis, who served as Chief Prosecutor for the Terrorism Trials at Guantanamo, personally charged Osama bin Laden’s driver Salim Hamdan, Australian David Hicks, and Canadian teen Omar Khadr. All three were convicted and have been released from Guantanamo. “There is something fundamentally wrong with a system where not being charged with a war crime keeps you locked away indefinitely and a war crime conviction is your ticket home,” Davis wrote to Obama.

The above was written by a lawyer, and law professor, a former president of the National Lawyers’ Guild, an organization that once defended, and included, American Communists (neither a problem in my book, where, in one chapter, actual Nazis get a pass, a nice salary and generous pension, from the US government because of their staunch anti-Red credentials) so you can take that into account if you like.  But, I mean, WTF?!!  The rest of the piece is here.

Doing Something Impossible

Why impossible?  I ask myself as 11:46 shows on the countdown timer.  Once the impossible thing is done it is shown to be clearly possible.  There are a million examples, like enormous, heavy hunks of metal flying through the air filled with people and luggage.  A video phone in your pocket.

Technology is what comes to mind first, but the impossible things I’m thinking about are massive changes inside individual hearts, inside our collective heart.   We are raised inculcated with certain truths, facts about us and the world that seem immutable.  I argued with my father for decades over whether people can fundamentally change themselves.  I believe we can, and don’t discount how difficult and sometimes painful it is.   My father always argued that we can change only the superficial parts, our outward reactions perhaps.   To him, the impossibility of healing deep wounds was a psychological fact.  At the very end, with his last breaths, he regretted that he’d fought me all those years instead of doing the hard work to have a more joyful, generous, loving life.

I set out to do something impossible, set up a network of children’s animation workshops.  To inspire children to show adults what children can do– to inspire change in the way things are done in schools, in our ass-backwards educational system.  I take my inspiration in this from people like Sugata Mitra, Ken Robinson, Seth Godin, Vandana Shiva, people I’d never even heard about six months ago.   I take courage from discovering new things that continue to help me as I go.

Is what I’m trying to do impossible?  I can’t concede that, though the odds against me are pretty impressive.  Is it impossible for one person to do alone?  Yes, that is clearly impossible.  So to gather a small group to help me push the project ahead I have to not only be inspired, I have to inspire them.  I cannot complain, I can’t hesitate, must be calm and confident at all times.  Hard!  As annoying as it may be when a kid screeches into a microphone with headphones on, thrilled to be hearing the echo in his voice, I have to show no annoyance, realize the bigger picture is about letting children feel these thrills.   Easier with children, to keep this philosophical stance.  It is the adults.  Man, the adults are the hard part.

Gratitude Check

Time to be grateful again.  Easy to forget that, when health is good, the legs are strong, the will is there, fear doesn’t have its sweaty hand on your chest at the end of a quivering, demonically strong arm.  

But I remember it now, remember to be glad, and grateful, and tick off the list in my head as I tap these keys.   Near the top of the list I am grateful at how often I remain mild these days, certainly compared to days past.  

Certainly compared to those days, for sure.

Why Give A Crap About the War on Wikileaks?

The U.S. government may be telling the truth– Bradley Manning, who disclosed, among other things, classified video of the U.S. military murdering  unarmed civilians, and two reporters from Reuters, in Baghdad, is a traitor, a frustrated homosexual from a broken family engaged in a prolonged hissy fit; that Julian Assange, founder of Wikileaks, is a deranged enabler of world terrorism, a rapist and dangerous fugitive— but this 2010 TEDtalk is worth watching before you make up your mind– if you are disposed to have any opinion at all about such matters:

http://www.ted.com/talks/julian_assange_why_the_world_needs_wikileaks.html

Asked to state his core values, Assange says “capable, generous men do not create victims, they nurture victims.”  

These days he lives under 24 hour surveillance in the Ecuadorean embassy in London, where he was given political sanctuary.

Keeping it Darkside (with footnote!)

The scariest things about a war against people who hate our freedom is that it never ends, it justifies the most terrible things imaginable and is self-sustaining.   With the technology now in place, a wartime president, and they all are now, forever, is able to spy on, locate and kill by remote control anyone he or she deems worthy of death.

If Louis Farrakahn had this technology in 1965 he wouldn’t have had to foment murderous hatred by preaching “a hypocrite such as Malcolm X is worthy of death!”   Malcolm’s on the phone, he’s getting into his car, boom!  Done.

In 1917, when the U.S. was engaged in a war nobody to this day can give a moral reason for (American banks had loaned millions to France and England, jingoism had run amok, colonialists were vying for control of Africa and Asia), it was literally packaged and sold by the US President as The War to End War and a crusade to Make the World Safe for Democracy.   It did neither, as the next century was to grotesquely illustrate in the blood and nightmares of countless hundreds of millions.

Woodrow Wilson was the president who hired a PR genius , George Creel, and created a government office called The Committee for Public Information, to make Americans enthusiastically join up for this senseless slaughter.  Wilson’s remembered well by many as the peace-loving idealist who formed the League of Nations which became the UN.  Others remember him as the KKK sympathizer who screened the infamous “Birth of a Nation”, the first moving picture ever shown in the White House.  

This movie portrayed a noble South besieged by lawless Blacks, enraged, apparently, over their former condition of servitude.   The Federal government laughed, as the piano player accompanied the silent black and white film, as southern ladies were defiled.  Finally hooded heroes emerged to defend the honor of their women and restore decency to the South.  These heroes were members of the KKK.  There are people who insist that Wilson was a klansman himself.  It wouldn’t surprise me, in light of the facts and the profile of the psychopathic type who is usually elected president of the USA.

Don’t get me wrong, I use psychopathic in the most respectful way.  These men are not  serial killers, they are charming, confident, mostly brilliant winners of vast popularity contests.  I just recall the things many have done to prove they are ready for office, like publicly executing brain damaged prisoners to prove their toughness (Clinton, Dubya).   The things they sign off on as president sometimes involve killings and these men must not flinch, even when they may personally think the killing in question is probably wrong.   There are trillions of dollars at stake if they don’t play ball with the people who have the most to lose.  In most cases it is thought best to keep these high-stakes matters private.

The only hope for working representative democracy is transparency, information, a robust exchange of actual ideas based on the actual facts of each given case.  When Cheney  restored the power of the Unitary Executive and famously moved our democracy to the Dark Side to fight people as evil and devious as he himself is, his first move was to stamp every government action secret and confidential.  Make the bastards go to court to prove it isn’t, you know?

Secrecy is essential for a government working in the shadows.  For example, if you have a top secret memo, written by lawyers– one soon to be a Federal Judge with a lifetime appointment– that redefines torture to allow unspeakable things to be done during interrogations, your operatives are free to do whatever is necessary to extract information.  If some asshole publishes photos of some of these horrors, and some bleeding heart like the NY Times publishes them, a whole unnecessary shit storm, a gigantic kerfuffle, (as when Cheney innocently shot  his acquaintance in the face while drunk), flares up.   It makes everyone look bad in the name of  protecting a few hundred or thousand people who might very well hate our freedom.  Can you prove these were innocent people we humiliated, tormented and broke, NY Times?

If you publish photos of Auschwitz for chickens, or pigs, or cows, there are statutes that will punish you.   If you show the parade of American coffins coming back from various foreign wars– watch out.   The toxic mix of chemicals forced deep into the earth at great force to extract clean, safe natural gas?   Top secret, there’s a federal statute that says so.   There are certain practices that do not lend themselves to the disinfectant of  sunlight.

Strict deterrents, a determined ruler finds, are very useful in gaining compliance– particularly where delicate government secrets are involved.   At a critical juncture where a disastrously costly war in Iraq might have been prevented, a man with direct knowledge of the false evidence petitioned the government to reveal that the aluminum tubes from Niger had nothing to do with Saddam’s supposed nuclear program.  The government told him to shut up.  Instead he published an Op-Ed in the NY Times, the Grey Skank, America’s journal of record.  Some might call him a patriot for this action.

Others were not impressed with his patriotism.  In short order his wife’s status as a CIA officer was publicly revealed.   That she was working to prevent WMD from falling into the hands of terrorists was secondary to the need to chill the sort of bravado her husband had shown at this crucial juncture.  He could easily have ruined everything!  

Revealing the wife’s secret agent status led, no doubt, to the mass round-up and execution of all of her informants, the shutting down of her network.   As I recall America was already at war in Afghanistan.  If so, this treasonous act during a time of war should have been a capital offense.  Instead it was one more thing for Americans to just “get over” as the administration plunged ahead with its plan to, inadvertently, make Iran the most powerful player in the region.  Lawyers made the rest of this treasonous conspiracy quietly disappear as one fall guy was convicted of obstructing justice and then had his prison sentence commuted.

Anyway, my point is this:  In 1917, Woodrow Wilson decided that there were too many unpatriotic Americans, unionists, communists, socialists, pacifists, who were intent on preventing America’s entry to the War to End War.   Congress passed the 1917 Espionage Act which allowed these groups to be spied on, prosecuted in federal court and locked up for a long time for aiding the enemy during war (Wikipedia would be handy to check now, but I’ve got to end this tirade soon).

Fast forward almost a century.   President Barack Obama’s government has used the 1917 Espionage Act, a law passed to make prosecution of a senseless war (except for the war profiteers who made billions) easier, to prosecute more cases (6) than all American presidents before him combined (3).   Details from the Grey Skank herself here.

Another moment of true horror, hearing that President Transparency has been more zealous than his even his famously secretive predecessors in keeping unseemly government actions opaque.   Punish the whistle blower harshly and consistently enough and you eventually can stop worrying about the public getting a whiff of the unspeakable things governments do in our name.

Democracy is best left to the experts, it would appear by the evidence.

FN (From NY Times article linked above):

In one of the more remarkable examples of the administration’s aggressive approach, Thomas A. Drake, a former employee of the National Security Agency, was prosecuted under the Espionage Act last year and faced a possible 35 years in prison.

His crime? When his agency was about to spend hundreds of millions of dollars on a software program bought from the private sector intended to monitor digital data, he spoke with a reporter at The Baltimore Sun. He suggested an internally developed program that cost significantly less would be more effective and not violate privacy in the way the product from the vendor would. (He turned out to be right, by the way.)

He was charged with 10 felony counts that accused him of lying to investigators and obstructing justice. Last summer, the case against him collapsed, and he pleaded guilty to a single misdemeanor, of misuse of a government computer.

Making Repeat Requests

It is the way of the world, I know.  If there’s nothing in it for me, you know, WTF?

Still, some people push it.  At lunch two promises:  assistant will mail back book borrowed a year earlier, pass on your contact info to someone very helpful.  Three weeks, emails, a call, another email.  They are busy, and sorry.  So sorry!

Host of a nonprofit event has a release you signed, identical to the one you need for your upcoming event.  Ask for a copy you can tweak for your event and get this reply:   

You can generally find release templates througg Google. Then you or you lawyer can adapt them for relevancy. Hope that helps.

Sure it helps, but not as much as my vow to remain mild.

Mass Hunger Strikes at Gitmo, have you heard?

All the rules that our former Vice President Dick Cheney and President G. W. Bush put into place about how to get around international and U.S. law seem to have been vigorously embraced by President “Change You Can Believe In”.    There was talk when Cheney’s lawyers were force feeding this new regime to our democracy– that you can hold people indefinitely without charges and even torture them, (as long as your lawyers redefined the practices to be lawful and interrogators were properly immunized against prosecution), and also kill people without trial and spy on them without a judicial rubber stamp.  Oh, and also invade countries because you honestly believe they might attack you some day, whether they have the means to do so at the moment or not.

I recall the mouse-like debates at the time– “but, if we give these powers to this Unitary Executive, supremely wise and prudent though he is, what about the next one?  Would we want Hillary Clinton (the presumptive next president at the time) to be able to decide who is an enemy combatant, who to kill by drone, which civil liberties to suspend and which countries we can invade without an actual causus belli?”   The answer, five years after an Executive Order closed down the Guantanamo Bay prison facility, is still “NO!”

There were once more than 800 detainees, held in this legal limbo on a corner of Cuba.  These prisoners, many turned in for generous American reward money, were famously called “the worst of the worst”.  Quietly more than 600 of these merciless terrorists have been released, not charged with anything, or after a careful investigation of the facts reveals one as, say, an Afghan pediatrician, turned in for the reward money.  “Go back to your clinic, doctor, and continue treating children.  And sorry about the two or three years of what some critical people might cavil and call ‘torture’.  Have a nice day, doctor.  And by the way, have your lawyer read our new laws carefully before you spend any money trying to sue us.  He’ll tell you we’re bulletproof, and he’ll be 100% correct.  Have a very nice day, and again, sorry we never changed your towels or bedding, during those times when you had a bed.”

At last count there are 166 men left in Guantanamo, 86 of whom have already been cleared by our intelligence service for release.  You may recall that President Obama, in one of his first official acts, closed that shameful “detention center” in January 2008.   Not that it had any real world effect on the actual detention center.  Many of those prisoners, long denied habeus corpus (the ancient right to know what you’re accused of and what jeopardy you face before they lock you up) are now on a mass hunger strike– 100 of them, in fact.  You won’t see much of this on the news.  Face it, it’s embarrassing, and horrible.  Why publicize something so tawdry?   It will certainly not help anyone sell anything.   We don’t talk about 250,000 Indian farmer suicides in the last decade because Monsanto took their farms, why mention 166 people, some of whom may actually have connections to terrorism?

Because America is the land of the free and the home of the brave, and has long been famous for its spirit of fair play, the more than twenty  hunger strikers in danger of death will not be allowed to starve themselves to death.  They are taken out of their cells by force, if necessary (and one suspects it often is necessary, unfortunately, as people desperate enough to go on a hunger strike will often not be the most cooperative or sensible people) strapped into a chair and have a feeding tube forced down their nostril into their alimentary canal (or further down, I’m not a doctor, what do I know about forced feeding?) so that nutrients can be forced into their bodies.  

You see, we value human life, we do.  Some life we value a lot more, and a monetary value can be, and is, assigned to each life, but we find all life precious.  Even the lives of those who may, quite possibly, hate our freedoms, even after more than a decade of forced detention, humiliation, rough-stuff, and, in maybe three cases we know of, enhanced interrogation that may have arguably crossed the line and been near the border of torture as traditionally defined, even those lives are precious.  And we will not let them die no matter how passionately they might beg for that right.

Auto-focus

It would be nice, I think, as the counter ticks 14:51 on its way to zero, to have a session at the start of each day to calibrate the mind, the mood, set the proper tone, remember to be grateful for the many gifts given for free when you open your eyes.  Auto-focus, in a word.  I know people who begin with meditation, or a religious ritual.  I think these are probably good ideas, though the results are mixed.  On the other hand, these guys might be much more nervous, or distracted, without their daily auto-focus sessions.

I mean, if you think about it for even a second, we are still hard-wired to run from predators.  Predators come in every shape and size and our reflexes are designed to twitch us instantly away from danger.  We are tuned to existential threats, and eventually, every life succumbs to one threat or another, no matter our level of vigilance.   The odds are against a focused, calm mind, for any of us.  

I need only scan the sides of this computer screen to survey the odds.  Yes, a clean desk is the sign of an empty mind as often as not, but still.   Beside a bit of dusty metro shelving, between the couch and the wall, we have a five foot pile of file boxes, covered with a dusty tarp and unopened for perhaps five or six years.  Next to them, an expired fax machine, duffle bag with broken zipper (and lifetime warranty, waiting to be sent back for its replacement), expired printer, boxed piece of crap computer guitar/keyboard/mic interface that never fucking worked and cost a lot of money, on top of that glossy box advertising “legendary tone” (the merciless pricks) a pile of beautifully colored foam rectangles, for occasional home animation use.  

Moving toward the computer screen things take a precipitous turn for the worse.  I will spare you a description of the devastation there on the desk top.  An immense tangle of papers, wires, books, headphones, devices, metal cups, sheet music, drawing pads– my goodness, what is that sock doing there?  It seems I did not spare you a description.  I am still surveying the horror of it.  There’s a plastic yogurt container top, clean, but, I mean, what the fuck?  

I had a productive day yesterday, pushing this immense rock several feet up the slippery hill I’ve been straining against for the last year.  I am steady on my legs, riding the bike four out of seven nights a week the last four weeks.  But I can no longer ignore the obvious (ah, I probably can…)– it will help my concentration to organize some of the chaos around me.  

On the other hand, with only fourteen seconds left now and the alarming buzzer about to sound, what can I really say?

Divergent Thinking Challenge (twelve minute time limit)

Image     The Challenge:

Set a timer for 12:00, let it count down.

You must first reduce your goal in life into a catchy motto you can say to someone in an elevator.  It should be short, it should be witty, but not too witty.  If your goal is droll, so much the better, if not, don’t waste words..

While thinking of how to condense your life’s work into a catch-phrase, and being mindful of the timer, imagine a child battling cancer.  This kid, a nine year-old, runs out of the school in a panic, asks you to get him a gun so he can kill himself.  Professes not to care that he will destroy the lives of his parents and cause bitter tears for all who love him.

The kid draws a series of pictures, the stick figure, labeled “me”, under the force of a giant, powerful magnet that is zapping him with rays.  In the next frame the stick figure is broken on top of a bloody pyramid, the magnet is inverted and the power is off.   Everything looks dead.

In the third frame there’s the stick figure, labeled “me”, bent in half, its head on the ground.  In the next frame he is standing.  In the final frame he seems to be exerting a reverse magnetic force and is repelling the magnet.

Our fifth grade interviewer, Elijah, will certainly want to ask about these drawings.

“What are you expressing in this series of frames?” Elijah might ask.   And the suicidal young artist would go into his explanation.

While working on the motto and considering how to proceed with the boy seemingly hell-bent on taking his own life, think of a two year projected budget to fund a project that is vital to your own peace and happiness, and to the peace and happiness of countless others.

Not that there is necessarily much peace and happiness in the remaining 37 seconds.  Geez, I wish I’d starting coming to the point ten minutes ago.  Look, there’s 13 seconds yet, now, eight and, soon enough, the final buzzer.