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‚ÄúSometimes they have drug and alcohol problems and when they feel that the VA is ignoring them, not answering the phone, failing to return calls for assistance or there are long wait times, they get more and more disgruntled. The VA is ripe for a mass killing but no one is listening to us.‚ÄĚ
The speaker is John Glidewell, former chief of police at the Cheyenne, Wyo., VA medical center, who was quoted in a Washington Post story a few days ago. As I read his words, I realized they sounded a far deeper note of desperation than the story was addressing, even though, my God, the events being reported on were the fodder of scandal.
By Robert C. Koehler ‚ÄúJe suis Charlie. Tout est pardonn√©.‚ÄĚ Muhammad in tears adorns the new cover of Charlie Hebdo: ‚ÄúI am Charlie. All is forgiven.‚ÄĚ This is bigger than satire. I take a deep breath, uncertain how to write about last week‚Äôs insane shooting spree in Paris. My daughter and her husband live there. […]
Oh, the moral force of a snub.
Several hundred cops turn their backs on New York‚Äôs mayor as he eulogizes one of their own, killed in the line of duty, and the media have another us-vs.-them story to report. Bill de Blasio‚Äôs in trouble, accused of playing politics with the lives of heroes. And, of course, the story goes no deeper than the dramatic accusation.
‚ÄúThe only good Talib is a dead Talib.‚ÄĚ
These words, uttered half a decade ago by the head of intelligence for the NATO coalition force in Afghanistan, summon a far earlier American savagery. As the American empire affects to close the door on its war with Afghanistan, the words also serve as a sort of doorstop propping open our further intervention in this broken country.
And so we grieve over another national tragedy.
Two New York City police officers, Wenjian Liu and Rafael Ramos, were shot ‚ÄĒ assassinated ‚ÄĒ as they sat in their patrol car this past weekend. Let the needlessness of their deaths rip our hearts open. Let the humanity come first.
By Robert C. Koehler The shock resonating from the Senate Intelligence Committee‚Äôs CIA torture report isn‚Äôt due so much to the revelations themselves, grotesque as the details are, but to the fact that they‚Äôre now officially public. National spokespersons (except for Dick Cheney) can no longer deny, quite so glibly, that the United States is […]
‚ÄúSome of the key technocrats and scientists of the Cold War say the nation has become overly confident about its nuclear deterrence. The nuclear enterprise, they say, ‚Äėis rusting its way to disarmament.‚Äô‚ÄĚ
Let‚Äôs meditate on this irony ‚ÄĒ that disarmament, finally, means no more than growing old and weak and pathetic.
Smoke and fire, sirens blaring, horns honking, a sudden hail of bullets. This is what passes for the American dialogue on race and justice.
It‚Äôs hidden until it explodes.
The vision is a city interlaced with restorative justice hubs ‚ÄĒ community centers that bring hope and promise to troubled kids in a town where too many of them are dying. ‚ÄúIt is not OK that my friends and I have already planned our funerals,‚ÄĚ then-high school senior Keann Mays-Lenoir told a crowd of 300 people a year ago, at a rafter-shaking meeting where the idea was introduced.
It builds slowly, from the bottom up. Reclaim common sense. Reclaim community. Reclaim Chicago.
‚ÄúIndividuals and peoples have a right to peace.‚ÄĚ
In the beginning was the word. OK. This is the beginning, and these are the words, but they haven‚Äôt arrived yet ‚ÄĒ at least not officially, with full force of meaning
Democracy! A word, a way of life, our highest ideal: Everyone is equal; no one is marginal.
I still feel the force of this word, though the middle syllable ‚ÄĒ ‚Äúmock‚ÄĚ ‚ÄĒ grows increasingly dominant when I hear it, especially now, as election season rolls around again. The enormity of my indifference to this election is balanced by something that feels like grief. The system we live under is . . .
‚ÄúWhen somebody asks, ‚ÄėWhy do you do it to a gook, why do you do this to people?‚Äô your answer is, ‚ÄėSo what, they‚Äôre just gooks, they‚Äôre not people. It doesn‚Äôt make any difference what you do to them; they‚Äôre not human.‚Äô
‚ÄúAnd this thing is built into you,‚ÄĚ Cpl. John Geymann testified almost 44 years ago at the Winter Soldier Investigation, held in Detroit, which was sponsored by Vietnam Veterans Against the War. ‚ÄúIt‚Äôs thrust into your head from the moment you wake up in boot camp to the moment you wake up when you‚Äôre a civilian.‚ÄĚ
‚ÄúDuring basic training, we are weaponized: our souls turned into weapons.‚ÄĚ
Jacob George‚Äôs suicide last month ‚ÄĒ a few days after President Obama announced that the US was launching its war against ISIS ‚ÄĒ opens a deep, terrible hole in the national identity. George: singer, banjo player, poet, peace warrior, vet. He served three tours in Afghanistan. He brought the war home. He tried to repair the damage.
Startling news: Sweden now recycles 99 percent of its waste.
At least that‚Äôs what people are saying, including an official website of Sweden itself: ‚ÄúLess than one per cent of Sweden‚Äôs household waste ends up in a rubbish dump.‚ÄĚ There may be less to this statement than meets the eye, but before I address that issue, I need to pause at the jolt of ecstatic excitement and jubilant incredulity I felt for a moment ‚ÄĒ that maybe the resource-consuming, planet-destroying, multinational political and economic system I‚Äôm part of is capable of correcting its own insanity, committing itself to a sustainable future and embracing the circle of life.
‚ÄúAs we look to the future, one issue risks a cycle of conflict that could derail so much progress. And that is the cancer of violent extremism that has ravaged so many parts of the Muslim world.‚ÄĚ
The cancer of violent extremism . . .
Barack Obama‚Äôs central dilemma last week, when he tried to sell a new war to the American public on the eve of the thirteenth anniversary of 9/11, was to speak convincingly about the wisdom and effectiveness of U.S. foreign policy over the last decade-plus while at the same time, alas, dropping the bad news that it didn‚Äôt work.
Thus: ‚ÄúThanks to our military and counterterrorism professionals, America is safer.‚ÄĚ
‚ÄúI think if we had a gun we would have been shot immediately.‚ÄĚ
This is as good a place to start as any, at the logical limits of violent self-defense. The speaker is Andres Gutierrez of Nonviolent Peaceforce, a nonprofit organization that has engaged in peacekeeping work in troubled regions of the world for the last decade. Gutierrez, the organization‚Äôs team leader in South Sudan, along with colleague Derek Oakley, got caught in the chaos last April when the city of Bor was attacked, with armed men overrunning the perimeter of a U.N. base where thousands of civilians had sought protection. The two took shelter inside a mud hut.
The Ferguson tragedy, like all those that preceded it and all that will follow ‚ÄĒ involving the trivial and panicky use of lethal force, by the police or anyone else ‚ÄĒ stirs up questions the social status quo doesn‚Äôt dare face.
My sister, Sue Melcher, put it this way: ‚ÄúI find myself also nauseated that another issue never seems to enter the discussion: the issue that a highly trained officer could make such a mistake with a gun demonstrates that just having the weapon present increased the danger of the situation. Had the citizens been armed, how many more casualties could there have been? None of us is ‚Äėhealthy‚Äô enough to be trusted to use lethal force wisely ‚ÄĒ and is that even possible?‚ÄĚ
Black ‚Äôhood, white cops. ‚ÄúGet the fuck on the sidewalk.‚ÄĚ
And so it begins, and begins, and begins. An African-American boy dies for walking in the street ‚ÄĒ for yet one more insanely small transgression. Protesters cry for justice. The legal bureaucracy hunkers down, defends itself, does what it can to paint the deceased 18-year-old, Michael Brown, as a bad guy. Sides harden in the media. Once more it‚Äôs us vs. them. Nobody talks about making things right; nobody talks about healing.
Our kills are clean and secular; theirs are messy and religious.
‚ÄúIn their effort to create a caliphate across parts of Iraq and Syria,‚ÄĚ CNN tells us, ‚ÄúISIS fighters have slaughtered civilians as they take over cities in both countries.
‚ÄúIn Syria, the group put some of its victims‚Äô severed heads on poles.‚ÄĚ
Before nuclear weapons, after nuclear weapons . . .
‚ÄúThe latter era, of course,‚ÄĚ writes Noam Chomsky, ‚Äúopened on August 6, 1945, the first day of the countdown to what may be the inglorious end of this strange species, which attained the intelligence to discover the effective means to destroy itself, but ‚ÄĒ so the evidence suggests ‚ÄĒ not the moral and intellectual capacity to control its worst instincts.‚ÄĚ
I‚Äôm thirsty. Indeed, I‚Äôm overwhelmed by thirst, thinking about those who lack access to clean water. I‚Äôm thirsty for a different world.
‚ÄúIn Gaza, hundreds of thousands of Palestinians lack water, including those living in hospitals and refugee camps,‚ÄĚ Sarah Kendzior wrote in Al-Jazeera last week. ‚ÄúOn July 15, citizens of Detroit held a rally in solidarity, holding signs that said ‚ÄėWater for all, from Detroit to Palestine.‚Äô A basic resource has become a distant dream, a longing for a transformation of politics aimed at ending suffering instead of extending it.‚ÄĚ
‚ÄúIsrael regrets every injury to civilians. I call on the residents of Gaza: Don‚Äôt stay there. Hamas wants you to die, we want you to be safe.‚ÄĚ
This is Israeli Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu, as quoted in the Jewish Daily Forward, cleansing the nation‚Äôs collective conscience. Is it really that easy to sweep away the moral sting of violent action? A captive population is being pummeled with missiles. Well over 500 Palestinians have died so far in Operation Protective Edge, three-quarters of them civilians and, of course, many of them children. But ‚Äúwe want you to be safe‚ÄĚ and wish we didn‚Äôt have to do this.
‚ÄúAt the same time, values and ideas which were considered universal, such as cooperation, mutual aid, international social justice and peace as an encompassing paradigm are also becoming irrelevant.‚ÄĚ
Maybe this piercing observation by Roberto Savio, founder of the news agency Inter Press Service, is the cruelest cut of all. Geopolitically speaking, hope ‚ÄĒ the official kind, represented, say, by the United Nations in 1945 ‚ÄĒ feels fainter than I can remember. ‚ÄúWe the peoples of the United Nations, determined to save succeeding generations from the scourge of war . . .‚ÄĚ
Ah, 1961. The year ‚ÄĒ certain aspects of it, anyway ‚ÄĒ are almost impossible to remember. ‚ÄúWhites only‚ÄĚ bathrooms, for instance.
U.S. Rep. John Lewis, legendary civil rights leader and crosser of lines, recently tweeted an ancient mugshot memorializing his arrest that year for using a ‚Äúwhites only‚ÄĚ bathroom in Mississippi and, in the process, amping up outrage against Jim Crow segregation in the South and intensifying the civil rights movement‚Äôs global resonance.
The video opens with a few bars of adrenalin-pumping music. We see a topsy-turvy camera angle, sky, trees, darkness, then a staccato pop pop pop that blends rhythmically with the music, but of course it‚Äôs gunfire, lots of gunfire, followed by a few urgent words in Arabic, then English. ‚ÄúDown here! Down here!‚ÄĚ
This chaotic excitement is Iraq, the evening‚Äôs International Hot Spot, brought to us by ABC. It‚Äôs the news, but it‚Äôs also reality TV and big league sports, rolled into an entertainment package of shocking cluelessness. OMG, ISIS is on the move. It‚Äôs winning. Stay tuned!
All men are created equal. All chattel are insured.
I saw the movie Belle the other day and a piece of it got stuck in my head. The costume drama, set in England in the 1780s, hinged on a real historical event: the monstrous voyage of the slave ship Zong in 1781, from West Africa to the Caribbean. Its cargo when it set out on its transatlantic voyage included some 470 tightly packed human beings ‚ÄĒ too tightly packed, it turns out. Disease ran through the cargo hold. Slaves and crewmen began to die. The ship got lost. They began running low on water. Eventually the surviving crew jettisoned . . . 132 live humans, still in chains. This was business as usual.
The world withheld love and he went to war. He was an army of one ‚ÄĒ another army of one, laying out his plans in secret torment, plotting his ‚Äúday of retribution.‚ÄĚ
‚ÄúThe rampage shooters see themselves as moralistic punishers striking against deep injustice,‚ÄĚ Peter Turchin wrote a year and a half ago, in the wake of the Sandy Hook massacre. In his essay, ominously titled ‚ÄúCanaries in a Coal Mine,‚ÄĚ which was published at Social Evolution Forum, he notes the upward trajectory of mass murders. Since the ‚Äô60s, they‚Äôve increased more than tenfold. Something‚Äôs going wrong in the world we‚Äôve created.
Step on the gas, step on a man . . .
Writing recently in The Nation, Chris Hayes drew an intensely unnerving parallel between the use of fossil fuels as an energy source and the use of slave labor ‚ÄĒ not a moral parallel, but a financial one, though money and morality have a perversely symbiotic relationship. Where there‚Äôs money to be made ‚ÄĒ especially enormous quantities of it ‚ÄĒ moral justifications come awfully cheap.
‚ÄúPeace, as we have seen, is not an order natural to mankind: it is artificial, intricate and highly volatile. All kinds of preconditions are necessary.‚ÄĚ ‚ÄĒ Michael Howard, The Invention of Peace
And here comes World War I, wrapped in World War II, wrapped in the Cold War: tremors on one of Planet Earth‚Äôs human fault lines.