Showing posts from January 3, 2010

Born to Hate

Almost a year ago the inauguration of President Barack Obama was hailed as a turning point in US race relations. The country was said to be entering a new era of post-racial politics, on the path to a future of greater diversity and tolerance. But while crowds flocked to Washington to witness the swearing in, others were refusing to join the party. Racially motivated threats against Obama rose to new heights in the first months of his presidency, with the US seeing nine high-profile race killings in 2009. Meanwhile white supremacist and neo-Nazi groups claim their membership is growing and that visits to their websites are increasing. Filmmakers Rick Rowley and Jacquie Soohen went inside the white nationalist movement to investigate.

To these hearts, the country, to our hurry, the march of white-knuckled thrumming and fury to the backdrop of primitive chords. These ashen weapons, these preemptive skins, most restless. One lockstep forward, two lockstep’s back just before the edge, ar…

Pale Use

Tsutomu Yamaguchi, the only person officially recognized as a survivor of both the Hiroshima and Nagasaki atomic bombings at the end of World War II, has died at age 93.

Yamaguchi was in Hiroshima on a business trip for his shipbuilding company on Aug. 6, 1945, when a U.S. B-29 dropped an atomic bomb on the city. He suffered serious burns to his upper body and spent the night in the city.

He then returned to his hometown of Nagasaki, about 300 kilometers (190 miles) to the southwest, which suffered a second U.S. atomic bomb attack three days later.
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For it did make him that day and a shriek did blow a hole in his sky, pushing a countless death behind shrunk of its breadth like a child in the darkness floating downward to breathe all the names bringing the dead to call out in the flames.

No! No! No! No! Hear them wail. Hear them cry. Hear them shriek as the wind lifts them home from such misery. Have we minds to think of this, our pale…

The Prisoners

-From Palestine to a Prison-
(click to enlarge)
1936–1939 Arab revolt in Palestine (and World War II and Palestine)
End of the British Mandate 1945–1948
1948 Palestine war
Clash in Egypt Over Gaza Aid Effort 2009

O! How happy the prisoners in their own land seemed before this! All smiling at the chance of relief and food and breath, feet firmly planted on a shrinking plot to the west of the Jordan River.

The prisoners have no rights, no government, no land or love. No history to hold, no child to mourn, no passion, no art. Hostage to giant machines, to guns, to tumbling shells and terror, prison guards, tanks, and the rising wall, yet they do have rights and governance and land and love and history and child and passion and art- truth.

O! How happy the prisoners of their own land seemed before this! Facing the Mediterranean, the great watery span between home and the press of hate, the Jordan and Dead Sea behind, vultures awaiting their anointing like bone-filled ovens. Soil dried in the b…

Parchment of Liberation

Lt. Gen. Thomas McInerney: "If you are an 18-28-year-old Muslim man then you should be strip searched. And if we don't do that there's a very high probability we're going to lose an airline."
Those words tumble down as if the very parchment of liberation underneath the founder's hands had never been. The general’s words, serious and harsh, plant their seeds in our ears as some seem to revel in their condescending power like children dashing to and fro through a lawn sprinkler stripping down to smiles as they go. It isn’t until an adult yells from inside the house that the children even realize they’re exposed.

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