February 2 2026 James Joyce, On His Birthday: the Quest For A Universal Language and Transpersonal Human Being

     We long to reach beyond ourselves and the flags of our skin, to find connection, inhabit the lives of others as possible selves in becoming human, to find healing for the flaws of our humanity and the brokenness of the world in the redemptive power of love, hope to balance the terror of our nothingness, and the vision to bring reimagination and transformative change to our limitless futures.

    Of such strategies of processing trauma and disruptive events, James Joyce and Ludwig Wittgenstein offer us allegories of rebirth and self-creation in the quest for a universal language, a hidden order and implicit structure in grammar as rules for constructing meaning, and transpersonal human consciousness which underlies all being.

     Rules for constructing meaning; and possibilities of becoming human among a vast treasure house of languages, numberless as the stars, each illuminating a uniqueness in chiaroscuro with unknown chasms of darkness. And all of them equally true, for language is a Rashomon Gate of identities both authorized and transgressive relative to one’s origins and angle of view.

     Truths which propagate exponentially from the palette of vocabularies, negotiated informing, motivating, and shaping forces of identity controlled by word origins and history as they move through time and memory.

     Mimesis, self-construal and personae, and the doors of perception which are also funhouse mirror images of imaginal realms of being. Filters which distort, grotesque or compelling, possess us as the legacies of history or are possessed by us as seizures of power, echoes and reflections unmoored in time as conflicted pasts and futures, and signs of the ongoing struggle to become wherein falsification and authenticity play for the unknown spaces between ourselves and others; boundaries which may become interfaces.

     Our original language, like our source identity, is an imposed condition of struggle; but it is also a boundary which may become on interface through which we can shape ourselves and each other.

    What is important here in the subject of languages as possible selves is that learning the languages of others builds bridges instead of walls, and offers us a free space of creative play into which we may grow, a process of seizing control of our own evolution by intentionally changing how we think. Who do we want to become, we humans?

     Language, then, embodies both order and chaos, authority and autonomy, histories which we cherish and despise, belonging and otherness, conserving and revolutionary forces, those we must keep to remain who we are and those we must escape to become who we wish to be.

     And if we are very lucky, they are not always the same.

     As I wrote in celebration of his birthday in my post of James Joyce, on his birthday February 2; “Loud, heap miseries upon us yet entwine our arts with laughters low!” so wrote James Joyce in Finnegans Wake.

     Wonderful, hilarious, illuminating writing, still beyond the leading edge after  nearly a century. A visionary and masterful wordsmith, James Joyce’s stories are compelling, intriguing verbal puzzles. New ideas unfold every time you read them.

     His reinvention of language and the methods of storytelling birthed the modern world. In partnership with Gertrude Stein and drawing on a vast well of other resources, influences, and references, his unique creative genius and vision unified and transformed all that had come before in literature.

     He lived with his wife in Trieste from 1905 to 1915, where he taught English at the Berlitz school and where their children were born, and again in 1919-20,   his most famous pupil being the author Italo Svevo who was the model for the character of Leopold Bloom, and Triestino Italian remained the Joyce family language at home. Moreover he was a classicist with a Jesuit education who had grown up reading Aristotle, Aquinas, Dante, and Shakespeare among others; James Joyce was well suited to his great work of reinventing language and humankind when he took it up in the writing of Ulysses.

      A reimagination of Homer’s Odyssey in which he forged his stream of consciousness and interior monologue methods, it is also his response to the great catastrophe of his age, the fall of western civilization in World War One.

      In this he reflects his mirror image T.S. Eliot, who played the opposing side of the board as the conservative to James Joyce’s revolutionary. Both wanted to renew humanity and rebuild civilization, one by reclaiming the past which has allowed us to survive millennia of unforeseen threats and cataclysms, the other by adaptive change and imagining a new path to the future and the limitless possibilities of becoming human; both are necessary to the survival of civilization and humanity itself.

     Ulysses may be reduced as a text from its 700 page length by reading only the last chapter, one of the world’s most celebrated bits of writing. Episode 14, a superb parody of the great English authors, can stand alone as a subject of study.

    And then there is Finnegan’s Wake, designed as a labyrinth of transformation to forge a new humankind.

    As a high school student I discovered Ludwig Wittgenstein and his disciple James Joyce, and claimed their project of re-invention of the human as my own. Where Wittgenstein provided us with a tool kit for constructing meaning in the Tractatus Logico-Philosophicus, Joyce attempted to use it to create a universal human language in his great novel Finnegans Wake, a work which he began in 1922 with the German publication of the TLP and which occupied the rest of his life, as a response like that of Yeats in The Second Coming and of T.S. Eliot in The Wasteland to the collapse of civilization in three successive waves of mechanical failures of civilization as systems of order and power from their internal contradictions, the First World War, the Easter Rising of 1916, and the Russian Revolution of 1917.

     He envisioned a united humankind wherein war is no longer possible, a world without emperors and kings or the carceral states and colonialist empires they rule with their silly little flags and terrible divisions of exclusionary otherness and fascisms of blood, faith, and soil.

     In this cause Joyce chose language as the lever of change, for he shared a primary insight with Wittgenstein that language determines the kinds of thoughts we are able to have and is therefore our primary ground of being and identity, and its corollary that when all rules are arbitrary we must change the rules to own the game. As my father once said to me, never play someone else’s game.

     Plato and his successors in western mysticism and in Romantic Idealism had already established a historical tradition which took this idea in other directions, as a religion and philosophy of the Logos to the alchemical faith of the sapientia dei which found full expression in Jung and through NeoPlatonism itself to the philosophy of Iris Murdoch, and was in the process of forming Surrealism as an art of ecstatic trance and poetic vision, but Joyce was a master of languages and chose this as his instrument for the reimagination and transformation of human being, meaning, and value, and for the rebirth of civilization.

     And this love of languages as free creative play in which we ourselves are the artifact and product of our art is what caught my attention and created my teenage identification with Joyce. For I love languages and had grown up with three voices; English is my primary and home language, though shaped by immersion in the rhythms and phrases of the King James Bible and the Dutch language of the Reformed Church which surrounded me in the town where I was raised.

     Traditional Chinese was my second language from the age of nine, in the context of a decade of formal study of martial arts which included Zen Buddhist and Taoist disciplines, inkbrush calligraphy, bamboo flute, the strategy game of Go, and conversation with my great mentor whom I called Dragon Teacher or Long Sifu, a mischievous and wily old rascal who spoke, in addition to superb English, the Wu dialect of Shanghai and the Standard Cantonese of Hong Kong, as well as the official Mandarin, having served in the Chinese military from 1923 through the Second World War., of which he told wonderful stories.

      As my third language I studied French in school rather than English from seventh grade through high school, as I was sent not to seventh grade English class but to French class at the high school. Brazilian Portuguese was my fourth language, though a brief study limited to conversational proficiency, legacy of a formative trip in the summer of my fourteenth year just before starting high school.

     It was during that summer, my first solo foreign travel, to train as a fencer with a friend from the tournament circuit for the Pan American Games planned to be held there the following year, that I witnessed a crime against humanity, the massacre of street children who had swarmed a food truck, a trauma and disruptive event followed by weeks in which I helped them evade the police bounty hunters who ruled the streets as apex predators.

     From the moment I saw what the guards were shooting at beyond the walls of the palace in which I was a guest, I chose my side, and I place my life in the balance with those whom Frantz Fanon called the Wretched of the Earth; the powerless and the dispossessed, the silenced and the erased.

     We all seek paths of healing from trauma, and of hope and the redemptive power of love in transforming the flaws of our humanity and the brokenness of the world. I found such paths in literature as poetic vision, and in our languages and our stories as universal principles of creating meaning and instruments with which we can operate directly on our psyche and take control of our adaptation and the evolution of human consciousness as an unfolding of intention. This I call the Narrative Theory of Identity, and for this primary insight I owe the effects of reading Joyce’s Finnegans Wake.

      In Joyce I found a figure I could identify with who was also struggling to parse and bring meaning to a primary trauma which exposed the hollowness and edifice of lies and illusions of which our world is made, in his case the fall and ruin of civilization itself from the mechanical failures of its internal contradictions. I had begun my search for meaning and my Freshman year of high school by reading Anthony Burgess’ Napoleon Symphony, a novel which questioned my hero Napoleon and illuminated two of my other heroes Beethoven and Klimt, then turned to the study of language itself; S. I. Hayakawa’s Language in Thought and Action, Alfred Korzybski’s Science and Sanity: An Introduction to Non-Aristotelian Systems and General Semantics, and Wittgenstein’s TLP, before discovering Joyce.

     James Joyce’s linguistics scholarship was immense; he took Italian as his third academic language, taught himself Dano-Norwegian as a teenager to read his adored Ibsen in the original, and his modern languages degree cites Latin, Italian, French, German, and Norwegian. He loved languages and studied them as a game, as do I; his adult fluency included Arabic, Hebrew, Sanskrit, Russian, Finnish, Polish, Chinese, Japanese, and Modern Greek.

     All of this went into his masterpiece Finnegans Wake, written in a private language filled with games and experiments of the Italo Calvino-Georges Perec variety according to the principle of Wittgenstein that because all rules are arbitrary they can be reimagined and changed at will and ourselves with them, a language densely layered with literary allusions and references, loaned and invented words, and of signs with multiple meanings like the paths of a labyrinth.

     You need a working knowledge of several languages to get the jokes; no wonder I loved him.

     Curious and curiouser; it is also a recursive and nonlinear Surrealist dream journal, a Dadaist compilation of notes which disdains all narrative conventions, and displays a growing obsession with the arcane and the obscure. 

    I’m not sure it’s intended to communicate anything, so coded and laden with puzzles is his new language; like the notation for the principles of a system by which to create and order the universe.

      He spent the rest of his life searching for the lost runes able to break and reforge the oaths and bindings of existence, to renew ourselves and our world; perhaps he found them.

      Yet enter here, and abandon not hope.

     Of Finnegans Wake: forget that it’s a Great Book, that scholars find it intimidating; that’s only if you try to parse meaning from every sentence like it’s an operating manual for becoming human. Yes, that’s exactly what he intended to write, but don’t let that make work out of your joy. Just read it for the sheer exhilarating fun, and let his timeless Irish magic set you free.

     Though I may claim no such realization of a guiding vision of our limitless possibilities of becoming human nor Quixotic quest to create and affirm that which is human in us as he, Joyce in Finnegan’s Wake demonstrated for me a great truth which has illuminated my understanding ever since; we are made of our ideas and of our stories, and forged with our words and our languages.

     We are what Gaston Bachelard called shells of speech, coquilles au parole, bearers of stories as memory, history, and identity, shaped by the passage of time and our interdependence with each other as prochronisms or the histories expressed in our forms of how we solved problems of adaptation and change.

      Are we not the stories we tell about ourselves, to ourselves and to one another?

     Can we not then change and transform ourselves with our stories through reimagination and poetic vision, as new and beautiful things freed from the legacies of our histories and the limits of other people’s ideas of virtue, beauty, and truth?

      Let us seize the stories of which we are made, and become glorious.

     As I wrote in my post of September 25 2023, My Library of Possible Selves: A History Of My Identities Through My Languages; Among my treasures where live the voices of my cherished companions through life which rest bound in leather or cloth, gilded and illustrated and written in strange inks or simply printed on creamy paper and smelling of vanilla and old saddles, histories of our conversations across vast gulfs of time and space awaiting the moment I need them again, lies brooding a symbol of the unknowability of the Infinite and the Conservation of Ignorance, the Sefer ha-Zohar or Book of Splendor.

     Heart of the Kabbalah written by Moses de Leon in Spain and first published about 1275, I discovered this single volume edition in our family library, wedged between Encyclopaedia Britannica and the University of Chicago’s Great Books of the Western World series as a teenager while reading through both in their entirety over several years, and claimed it as my own.

    This was during an enthusiasm which began as a high school Freshman for Ludwig Wittgenstein’s Tractatus Logico-Philosophicus and his disciple James Joyce’s attempt to reinvent humankind through a new universal language in Finnegans Wake, and I recognized immediately that Kabbalah was a project of like intent, within the context of Tikkun Olam or Repair of the World.

    Written in a secret language? And filled with bizarre and utterly ambiguous symbols and metaphors? Of course I loved it.

      That it was a forgery written for profit by a charlatan and reimagined by a madman just made it better in my eyes.

     But like the visions of the Infinite and the alam al mythal it contains, the Book of Splendor remained beyond my grasp, dancing in and out of my awareness like a shifting fire of darkness and light. That which fascinated, intrigued, and compelled also warded questioning and ultimately escaped me; printed as it was written not in Hebrew for which I might have found a teacher but in a coded scholar’s cryptodialect of Aramaic and Andalusi Romance, a precursor of Spanish and Portuguese which uses Arabic script, languages which remained opaque to me. And even if translated one must be thoroughly familiar with the symbolic system it references in the Talmud and Midrash before Kabbalah becomes comprehensible. This was the only thing I ever gave up on, entangled with the Moebius Loop of language like Ahab lashed to the whale by the lines of his harpoon in his mad quest to break through the mask to the Infinite; though I read Gershom Scholem’s foundational study Kabbalah when it was published during my Freshman year of high school in 1974.

      Languages allow us to think the thoughts of others, to escape the limits of our histories, authorized identities, and the flags of our skin and to create new identities which become a library of possible selves; and mine form an atlas of my travels beyond the boundaries and interfaces of my maps of becoming human into unknown realms of human being, meaning, and value, also a history and archeology of my becoming human. I have often written that a full accounting of my languages becomes ambiguous and problematic; but herein I now so attempt.

      Let me stipulate at the outset of this project that I now recount successive waves of languages in which I became conversant or literate as I explored our world over a lifetime, and in no way claim to have been able to think in them all at once, but only a few at any time during my studies and travels.

       Languages are a hobby of mine; I grew up with three voices, English, Chinese, and French, each a mask of identity bearing the liminal force of the circumstances in which I learned them and conferring their own persona and uniqueness.

      My English is influenced by the King James Bible and the local Dutch community of my childhood hometown, whose speech was full of thee’s and thou’s. This was the culture of elite hegemonies of race and patriarchy authorized by theocracy against which I rebelled in claiming Nietzsche’s Thus Spake Zarathustra as a counter-text to the Bible, a Reformed Church community aligned with the Apartheid regime of South Africa. Here as a child I witnessed a witch burning, a cross burned on the front lawn of newlyweds whose union the town referred to as a mixed marriage, he being Dutch and she a member of the minority Swiss Calvinists, and both white Protestants speaking Germannic languages; during high school my fellow students began picking up stones to throw at a teenage couple from out of town at a ball game because they were kissing without being married, a public stoning which I just barely stopped.

     How did I give answer to this?

     At the first assembly of the new school year the incoming class was asked to  recite a poem we liked to our new peers to introduce ourselves. I figured that I was going to get into a lot of fights, and had chosen to recite Invictus as the terms of struggle. Unconquered; the only title worth having, an idea which has continued to inform, motivate, and shape me since I first discovered it in a poem by William Ernest Henley, Invictus, as a high school Freshman.

     Here was my prefacing speech to my peers and to the world; “I ask nothing of anyone, nor any quarter; neither will I offer any to those who stand against me. But I will never abandon anyone who stands with me, nor will you ever stand alone.

    Last summer I went to Brazil to train as a fencer for the Pan American Games, and stayed to defend abandoned street children from the bounty hunters whom the rich had set on them, and this is how we survived against police death squads with only our hands and whatever we could steal; by standing together regardless of our differences.

    This is what I ask now, of all of you. I’m hoping we can be friends.

     The poem I’ve chosen to recite is Invictus, which means Unconquered in Latin, by William Ernest Henley.

   “Out of the night that covers me,  

  Black as the Pit from pole to pole,  

I thank whatever gods may be  

  For my unconquerable soul.  

In the fell clutch of circumstance

  I have not winced nor cried aloud.  

Under the bludgeonings of chance  

  My head is bloody, but unbowed.  

Beyond this place of wrath and tears  

  Looms but the Horror of the shade,

And yet the menace of the years  

  Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.  

It matters not how strait the gate,  

  How charged with punishments the scroll,  

I am the master of my fate:

  I am the captain of my soul. “

    After a long and terrible silence, the auditorium erupted in cheers.

     None who are human are beyond redemption. Sometimes all we need do to conjure the redemptive power of love is offer others entrance into our world, to reveal our pain and our fear, our loneliness and hope of love, the wounds and flaws of our humanity which open us to the pain of others.

     Here I wish to make clear that my family were never part of any church whatsoever; we lived there because that was where my father got a job teaching English literature, Drama, and Forensics at the high school, where he also coached the Fencing and Debate clubs, and was my teacher in all of these. I describe my formative years growing up in Ripon California because it is helpful in understanding me to know that I grew up in a premodern world, the world the Enlightenment and its political form the American Revolution overthrew, though the Revolution remains incomplete in its realization and universalization both in America and throughout the world. This is what being an American means to me; to be a bearer of the Promethean Fire of liberation from systems of unequal power, where ever men hunger to be free.

     Herein the question of home language as source identity becomes determinative; mine was English, though I inherit through my father the possessing ghosts of ancestors who were driven out of the Black Forest in  1586 at the start of decades of witch hunting hysteria. Drachensbrute, Brides of the Dragon, my ancestors were called by Martin Luther, whose fame for grand defiance of Church law eclipsed his infamy as a witch hunter and brutal torturer of women. By modern constructions of race this makes me Bavarian, though my ancestry in the patriarchal line is equally Shawnee, from the marriage of Henry Lale and Me Shekin Ta Withe or White Painted Dove during the American Revolution.

     My paternal grandmother was Italian; of the Noce family whose stilt house in Bayou La Teche Louisiana was built from the ship they sailed from Genoa in the wake of the Napoleonic Wars, its navigable approach guarded by ancient canon. My mother wrote a journal of a family visit with them in 1962; there was Quiller, a giant who could carry a railroad tie in each hand, all day long, the Silent Man who sat in his rocking chair for three days without saying anything, then whipped out a shotgun and fired into the swamp, and after several minutes of rocking declared; “Water moccasin,” a deadly poisonous snake. The women all wore pointy hats like cartoon witches, and I’ve never found any credible reference which might identify the ethnicity to which it belongs nor the origin of the pointed hat as a witch symbol.

      Beyond this I am a direct patrilineal descendent of the ally of Scipio Africanus that Cicero wrote his treatise on friendship about, Laelius de Amicitia, in 44 B.C. We briefly ruled what is called the Gallic Empire in the mid second century A.D., what is now France, Spain, and the British Iles; my ancestors include a deified Roman general and shapechanger, origin of the Berserkers, for whom the Bear Dance is still performed in Romania.

     I once described myself to the wife of a poetry professor as Roman with the words; “I am a citizen of the Roman Empire; that it has not existed for fifteen hundred years is irrelevant.” This was Anne Rice, whose poem about the revenge of the broken dolls will haunt my dreams forever, and who modeled the character of Mael in her novels on me as I was in the early 1980’s. Her idea of Those Who Must Be Kept came from a reference of mine to the classics of western civilization and the Dead White Men of our history; “We are all bearers of those who must be kept and those from whom we must escape, and if we are very lucky they are not always the same.”

     In the line of matrilineal descent  I am a direct successor to my great grandmother, whose story I told in my post of May 9 2023, A Legacy of Freedom Shared By Us All: Jewish American Heritage Month; Because the personal and the political are interdependent, and we are made of the stories we tell about ourselves, to ourselves and to others, I offer here a story from my family history as told to me by my mother of how Jewish people saved our family, when no one else would, and without whom none of us would have ever lived.

     Upon the docks of America arrived a nine year old girl, alone and without a penny to her name or a word of English. A stranger, with no one waiting to meet her, no family, no friends, nothing. My maternal great grandmother Apollonia this was, with flaming red hair like my mother’s, whose family had put her on a ship to escape from Austria as their home burned, the sole survivor of her whole town so far as we now know.

      She wandered the port of Seattle asking for help, in her five languages and in descending likelihood of recognition; French, Austrian, Hungarian, Serbo-Croatian, and finally, in despair and fear that the reaction would be far worse than being abandoned to starve and freeze to death lost and alone among strangers, Yiddish.

      This like a magic spell summoned a crowd, by happy chance not one armed with torches and axes. So a stranger was taken in and raised by Jewish people, a family of whom I know nothing, and thus our family’s survival is owed to the entire Jewish community and people.

        This happened in 1873, year of the glorious Vienna World’s Fair but also the stock market crash in the wake of the Franco-Prussian War which began a twenty year Depression in Europe and the Jewish persecutions as they were blamed for it; also conflicts between the Russian and Ottoman Empires in their borderlands.

      She it was who owned her own rifles and horses by the age of sixteen when she began her career as a hunting guide, and died in the saddle at the age of 95, rifle in her hand, having shot the bear that attacked her horses and killed her. The Indians buried her like the Huns buried Attila, on her horse and with her rifle, like a warrior princess.

      I was born within days of her death, and as with all ancestors I bear her onward, literally as DNA and the stories which possess us as the ghosts of other lives; incarnated truths written in our flesh.

     Historical context and the fact that my ancestor in the maternal line knew Yiddish makes it possible that under Jewish law we are Jews, and she was raised as a member of the Jewish community, though my mother never claimed so and moreover was a radical atheist who raised us with no religious traditions at all. In so doing the family faith she liberated herself from was Catholicism, an artifact of her Austrian paternal line who were exiles of the 1919 fall of the Hapsburg Empire after 600 years.

     My mother’s speech was permeated with Yiddish words and phrases, a legacy of my maternal great grandmother; my maternal grandfather was the source of the family German, actually Wienerisch or the Viennese dialect of Austro-Bavarian, combined with the French-influenced Schönbrunner Deutsch of the imperial court. This was the home language of my mother’s family, though grandpa knew Latin, taught himself English, and to various degrees knew other languages of the Austrian Empire including Hungarian, Romanian, Ukrainian, Croatian, the Romance language Venetian and its Triestino dialect, and could speak Russian and Polish well enough to do business in their communities here in America.

      As a teenager immersed in Holocaust literature while working through the trauma of a near death experience in Brazil the summer before high school, my execution by a police death squad while rescuing abandoned street children they were bounty hunting having been prevented by the Matadors, and conversations with my mother as she wrote her study of psychosomatic muteness from the Soviet medical records and childhood therapy journal of Jerzy Kosinski which he fictionalized as The Painted Bird, I once asked her directly, Are we Jews?

      To this she replied; “Everyone is a Jew. Everyone is someone’s Jew, someone’s scapegoat, someone’s Other. The great task of becoming human is to overcome our fear of otherness, while embracing our uniqueness.”

       My Second Voice from the age of nine was Traditional Chinese; inkbrush calligraphy, the Standard Cantonese of Hong Kong, and the Wu Dialect of Shanghai. During my decade of formal study of Taoism and Zen Buddhism, Chinese and Japanese martial arts, and the game of Go I studied in both Chinese and Japanese.

     This was through Sifu Dragon, who also spoke a very British English full of Anglo-Indian words and phrases which shaped my English through our conversations; my great teacher of martial and other arts he was, with whom my father arranged for me to study after I had retaliated against my fifth grade class for putting gum on my chair by poisoning everyone, only by chance without causing any harm to anyone beyond a brief nausea. Horrified that I might have become a nine year old mass murderer when my fellow students began throwing up, I told my father about it that night, to which he said; “You have discovered politics. Politics is the art of fear, and fear and power are the true basis and means of human exchange. Fear precedes power. Fear is a terrible master and an untrustworthy servant. So, whose instrument will it be? What you need is a way to use fear and power that restores balance instead of imposing dominion, and when confronted by enemies you must demonstrate you do not fear them in order to take their power.”

      My Third Voice from the seventh grade is French, a legacy of having been sent to six years of French classes at the high school because I was beyond grade level in English, which I enthusiastically embraced along with Surrealist film and literature.

     This Defining Moment bears interrogation; during seventh grade I took the AP English test given to high school seniors for university credit and tested out of English classes through senior year of high school. This was among tests arranged by my parents and teachers who conspired to force me into high school two years early, and had tried with math the previous year, which I absolutely refused but for one class, where I traded seventh grade English for Freshman French literature and language, a chance I fell upon with ravenous delight.

     The French teacher was a blonde goddess, and here imagine the reporter Rita Skeeter played by Miranda Richardson who corners Harry Potter in the broom closet in The Goblet of Fire, who motivated her students by offering a trip to Paris, with her, after graduation from high school for the best senior French student each year; competition for this honor was fierce, and I was a very, very good student. Thanks for the soft landing in high school, Miss Starring.

     Japanese I count as my fourth language as it developed over the years, becoming a greater passion at university when I was obsessed with Japanese poetry to the extent that I walked some of the Basho Road to see where he had written his masterpieces, and I claimed Zen as my religion on official forms through my twenties.

    I learned some conversational Brazilian Portuguese from the summer before I began high school, Sao Paulo being the scene of my first Last Stand during the weeks of my campaign to rescue abandoned street children from the police bounty hunters and the trauma of my near-execution, in which I find echo and kinship with that of Maurice Blanchot by the Gestapo in 1944 as written in he Moment of My Death and Fyodor Dostoevsky by the Czarist secret police in 1849 as described in The Idiot, from which I was saved by the Matadors, who welcomed me into their fearsome brotherhood with the words; “You are one of us; come with us. We can’t save everyone, but we can avenge.”

     Though Arabic is my Sixth Voice, it has long become a natural language for me since first learning some Levantine Arabic in the summer of 1982, during the Siege of Beirut. This was when Jean Genet set me on my life’s path by swearing me to the Oath of the Resistance he had created in Paris 1940 from that of the Foreign Legion, in a burning house, in a lost cause, in a Last Stand beyond hope of victory or even survival; “We swear our loyalty to each other, to resist and yield not, and abandon not our fellows.” And he gave me a principle of action by which I have now lived for over forty years; “When there is no hope, we are free to do impossible things, glorious things.”

     My Seventh Voice is Spanish, as fast upon my Baccalaureate graduation came the horrific Mayan Genocide and other atrocities of the monstrous Reagan regime, and the heroic Resistance of indigenous peoples to America’s imperial conquest of Central America which collapsed with the Iran-Contra Scandal. This theatre of revolutionary struggle includes that of the Zapatistas in the Yucatan; though later I formally studied Spanish from Argentine professors in one of my many graduate school programs, Spanish is a second or trade language for the people with whom I aligned myself, mostly speakers of Yucatec in Mexico or Quiche in the Guatemalan Peten among the Mayan group of over twenty languages, who were rebelling against the Ladino or Spanish speaking elites. So while I am literate in Spanish, I am conversant in two forms of Mayan.

     Russian is my Eighth Voice, being the language of international solidarity at the time and of the Soviet advisors with whom I sometimes worked. I had some familiarity with it from my sister Erin, who began high school when I began teaching it, and used Russian as I had Chinese; as a second soul into which to grow as a self-created being, free from the legacies of our history. She studied for four years in high school with Lt Col Sviatislav Shasholin, USAF, who translated during the Nixon-Brezhnev talks and handled Soviet defectors, then went to UC Santa Cruz where she studied Russian language and Soviet Foreign Policy, graduating as Valedictorian of the Oaks International Studies School, then went to the Soviet Union as Pushkin Scholar at the University of Kallinin, a couple years before the Fall of the Soviet Union. Her first languages beyond English were Old Norse, Gothic, and Old Welsh, which she taught herself in seventh grade while researching Tolkien’s invented languages, so she could write poetry in them.

     I currently write and publish in English, Chinese, Japanese, French, Arabic, Hebrew, Spanish, Portuguese, German, Zulu, Hindi, Urdu, Persian and since the invasion in Ukrainian, Russian, Polish, and recently Italian and Dari, Afghanistan’s major language and like Urdu derived from Persian, all three of which are mutually intelligible. This list changes ceaselessly, as do human identities; ephemeral, impermanent, performative and a ground of struggle.

     Including dead languages with no broad communities of native speakers but of scholars of ancient literatures, those of my Buddhist and Islamic scholarship include Classical Tibetan from my time as a monk of the Kagyu Vajrayana Order of Buddhism in Kathmandu, Nepal, where I waged a revolution against the monarchy, and from my studies as a member of the Naqshbandi Order of Sufis in Srinagar, Kashmir, where I fought for independence against the invasion by India; Classical Persian, Ottoman Turkish, and the exception to the dead languages of scholarship classification as a universal language of Islamic faith in which one must be literature to be considered fully Muslim, Classical Quranic Arabic.

       So, my literacy includes twenty three languages if we count Latin, which I’ve taught in high school; basic Latin is crucial if you are a new student in America whose native language is not English, especially for university-bound students and solving unknown scientific and technical terms. If you know Latin root words and conjugations, you will master English twice as fast.

     My languages of conversational proficiency serve also as an atlas of my history; as Sir Richard Francis Burton says; “Where ever you go, learn the language; it’s the key to everything else.” We now leave the regions of literacy and explore the Atlas of my journeys in terms of conversational level proficiency.

     During the 1980’s I was involved in liberation struggle against Apartheid in South Africa, which ended with the great victory in the Battle of Cuito Cuanavale in Angola in 1988, in which I fought in my usual role of scout or reconnaissance. Here I learned some Zulu and Afrikaans, a fascinating Dutch hybrid language invented by the Cape Malay community using Jawi Arabic script, which incorporates elements of indigenous Khoisan and Bantu African languages and influenced by the Malay-Portuguese trade language Kristang.

      From my time behind the Iron Curtain with the Romani my languages include Vlax Romani, the major Romani language and that of its heartland in Transylvania and Eastern Europe, and its origin or relative Vlachs or Aromanian,  a Romance language created by the historical migrations and transformations of cultures in the borderlands between the Habsburg, Ottoman, and Venetian Empires, and influenced more by Greek than Slavic as a disambiguating characteristic from modern Romanian, a related language also originating in the Latin of the Roman Empire and its long centuries of disintegration and change. 

     Many Romani whom I knew spoke Vlax, Vlachs, Romanian, and Hungarian interchangeably as code switching, and also spoke Hochdeutsch which is the second language of Hungary and of Germany, Austria, and Switzerland as Standard German. During this time I made mischief with a crew led by Bluey, an Irish gypsy from London who spoke English laden with Cockney rhyming slang, 16th century Thieves Cant, and the hybrid Irish Gaelic-Traveller cryptolanguage Shelta, a complex patois he and his crew, who were from everywhere, used as a secret language.

     From my time in the Golden Triangle and Shan States I learned Thai, Shan, S’gaw Karen, the Singpho language of the Kachin Confederation of northern Burma and India, and the Sino-Tibetan language of the Konyak Naga. This charts the midcourse of my original Great Trek across Asia; one day I was driving to work in San Francisco and realized that I was going to live the same day I had more times than I could remember, that I was living in Nietzsche’s Hell of Eternal Recurrence, and I broke the pattern and took a wrong turn. I found myself at the airport and bought a ticket for an unknown destination; I just asked for a flight to the other side of the planet.

     This I discovered upon landing was Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia; on day three I realized everyone in its elegant business district was doing things I could have done at home in San Francisco if I had wanted to, so I decided to do what no one else was doing. I found a bus station with a map where all the roads ended in the Cameron Highlands, rode a bus nine hours into the empty spaces on the map, got out when the road became a dirt trail into the jungle, and began my journey. I crossed from Malaysia into Thailand, Burma, and India before coming to live alternately in Nepal and Kashmir for some while.

     In Nepal my role as a monk of the Buddhist Kagyu Vajrayana order required literacy in Classical Tibetan, conversational Gorkali or Nepalese as it is the official language and spoken by half the population, Newari which is the language of Kathmandu Valley where I lived, Gurung which is a tribal language of the Annapurna region and a major language of my key allies the Gurkha military and the horse nomads with whom I operated across the border between Nepal and Kashmir, and some Hindi.

      In Kashmir my scholarship of Sufism required literacy in Classical Quranic Arabic, which I had been studying for years already, Classical Persian, and Ottoman Turkish; the official language Urdu which is Hindi written with a Perso-Arabic script and influenced by Classical Persian, and conversational use of the Kashmiri language Koshur.

     This period in the early 1990’s coincides roughly with the Siege of Sarajevo of which I am a witness, where I learned some Croatian written in Latin script, mutually comprehensible with Bosnian as they evolve from the same source.

       From my voyages and treks in South Asia on a later journey, where I sailed out of Georgetown on the island of Penang as a home port, I Iearned Malay in which I am literate and so count among my Voices, this being the major language of the region, of sailors, and of my initial scholarship of Naqshbandi Sufism which is a pan-Islamic warrior brotherhood synonymous with the martial arts of silat, and Buginese which is the language of the Bugis people of the Sultanate of Sulawesi who are the primary shipbuilders and navigators of South Asia, where half of all shipped freight is still by sail, and of the pirates with whom I waged an antislavery campaign led by our Captain Starfollower.

      Then came the Minangkabu of Sumatra where I studied the martial art of Raja Harimau, briefly I learned what I could of one of the many languages of the Mentawai Islands where I was castaway in a storm at sea and with an indigenous tribe built an outrigger or Oceanic Proa over a couple months to sail ten hours across open seas to the mainland of Sumatra at Padaung, Iban which is a language of the indigenous Dayak peoples of Borneo, and Hokkien Chinese in its Penang and Singaporean variants which is understood throughout the Peranankan or Straits Chinese communities.

      Of windows into the other ways of being human I count twenty four   languages of conversation, including Hokkien Chinese, Iban, Mentawai, Minangkabu, Buginese, Croatian, Koshur, Gorkali, Newari, Gurung, Thai, Shan, S’gaw Karen, Singpho, Naga, Vlax, Vlachs, Romanian, Hungarian, Shelta, Afrikaans, Yucatec, and Quiche, and twenty seven of literacy, a total of fifty one.

     Thus far I have learned much about human diversity as well as the things which unite us, but nothing whatever of a great key which will unlock our infinite possibilities of becoming human.

     Yet in the questioning of our languages as tools of creating our identities, of human being, meaning, and value, and of emergence from the legacies of our history and systems of oppression, we may transcend our limits and boundaries  of otherness and belonging, and become exalted.

    Will the next language offer the clues needed to decode the secrets of our liberation and self ownership, of our reimagination and transformation of ourselves and how we choose to be human together? As my mother used to say to students who asked for some pronouncement or authorization, juggling possibilities with her hands; “Maybe, maybe not”. 

     This I wrote originally as a Postscript to my essay of September 8 2023, International Literacy Day: What is a Library For?

     It became its own work when I realized I had never tried to fully count my languages nor assess the meaning of languages as having multiplicities of selves as masks to perform in reserve at any moment, nor as revolutionary acts which may change boundaries into interfaces.

    May all the Voices of your languages build bridges and not walls. But how precisely can we do that?

     Is there a universal language behind all our languages and personae, a code like DNA in our consciousness and a meta-grammar or innate rules as Chomsky argues by which we create and order human being, meaning, and value?

     What truly lies beneath the surfaces of our illusory and impermanent selves, images like ephemeral jetsam which conceal a unified field of being, Infinite in extent? Can learning languages truly allow us to operate directly on our own consciousness and seize ownership and control of our own evolution, to inhabit the imaginal souls of others, abandon our divisions and pathologies of disconnectedness, and become exalted in our participation in the being of others and of all humankind?           

     What becomes of us, when we transcend ourselves through immersion in what Ibn Arabi called the alam al mythal, Coleridge the Primary Imagination, Jung the Collective Unconscious, and the ancients called Logos?

     I am a man who has many souls, one for every language I am literate in, in which I can think and dream and compose, and like James Joyce I have discovered few answers, but many questions regarding our possibilities of reimagination and transformation of ourselves and humankind.

     For this mad quest to become human, to breach the event horizons of our culture, the legacies of our history, and the limits of our authorized identities, obeys the principle of the Conservation of Ignorance, in which the Infinite remains vast and unknown regardless of what we know or how much we learn.

    Only this I have learned; it is not the kinds of thoughts we are able to have which make us human, but how we use them in our actions toward others, to harm or heal, to dehumanize or exalt. 

     Among all of these voices of possibilities of becoming human stands the Zohar in its silence, voice of the Infinite, and it says; “I bear secrets; open me.”

     And I with Ahab reply; “To the end I will grapple with thee.”   

                    James Joyce, a reading list

 Joyce’s Finnegans Wake

A Skeleton Key to Finnegans Wake: James Joyce’s Masterwork Revealed,

by Joseph Campbell

Mythic Worlds, Modern Words: Joseph Campbell on the Art of James Joyce,

Joseph Campbell

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/44829

Joysprick: An Introduction to the Language of James Joyce, by Anthony Burgess

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/139109.Joysprick

Joyce’s Book of the Dark: Finnegans Wake, by John Bishop

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/218348.Joyce_s_Book_of_the_Dark

Joyce’s Voices, by Hugh Kenner

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/778934.Joyce_s_Voices

Our Exagmination Round His Factification For Incamination Of Work In Progress, by Samuel Beckett

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/1446403.Our_Exagmination_Round_His_Factification_For_Incamination_Of_Work_In_Progress

A “Finnegans Wake” Lextionary: Let James Joyce Jazz Up Your Voca(l)bulary, Riverrun to Livvy: Lots of Fun Reading the First Page of James Joyce’s “Finnegans Wake”, by Bill Cole Cliett

Riverrun to Livvy: Lots of Fun Reading the First Page of James Joyce’s “Finnegans Wake”, Bill Cole Cliett

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/11448899-riverrun-to-livvy

Annotations to Finnegans Wake, by Roland McHugh

The Books at the Wake: A Study of Literary Allusions in James Joyce’s Finnegans Wake, by James S. Atherton

                 Wittgenstein, a reading list

Wittgenstein’s TLP

Wittgenstein’s Ladder: Poetic Language and the Strangeness of the Ordinary, by Marjorie Perloff

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/93491.Wittgenstein_s_Ladder

Wittgenstein on Rules and Private Language: An Elementary Exposition, by Saul A. Kripk

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/12078.Wittgenstein_on_Rules_and_Private_Language

Wittgenstein’s Antiphilosophy, by Alain Badiou

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/10484205-wittgenstein-s-antiphilosophy

The Claim of Reason: Wittgenstein, Skepticism, Morality, and Tragedy, by Stanley Cavell

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/232686.The_Claim_of_Reason

           The Zohar and Kabbalah, a reading list

Where to learn the Aramaic of the Zohar

Notes on the Zohar in English, Don Karr

http://www.digital-brilliance.com/contributed/Karr/Biblios/zie.pdf

Kabbalah, Gershom Scholem

The Zohar: Pritzker Edition, Daniel C. Matt  (Translator)

https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/15188407.Daniel_C_Matt

February 1 2026 Myanmar’s Day of Silence: Anniversary of the Military Coup and of Its Resistance

Warning: If you live or have family in Myanmar, do not open, share, or hit the like icon; the junta has executed people for liking a Facebook post. To be identified as a critic of the junta is to be targeted for assassination and torture, your family murdered and your village burned.

     Resist, and remain anonymous and invisible; offer the enemies of liberty no target to repress, silence, and erase.

    Offer no target, give no warning, leave no trace.

    Let us be silent shadows, bearing liberation from tyranny and the rebirth of humankind.

    James Shwe, in an article in Asia Times, offers a prescription of resistance unity in liberation struggle; “Fragmentation is the resistance’s greatest strategic vulnerability. It allows the international community to hedge its bets, treating the junta as the de facto state because the opposition appears to be a chaotic array of armies.

      To win credibility as an oppositional force and legitimacy as the true national government in the eyes of the world and thereby the crucial material and diplomatic support we must have if we are to survive and overcome, the resistance must move beyond loose coordination to a hybrid federal structure: a system in which the National Unity Government (NUG) and ethnic authorities agree on a shared federal executive for foreign affairs and defense, while respecting the autonomy of local administrations in education, health and policing.

     We do not need a centralized ‘super-government’ – that fearsome model has failed Myanmar for 70 years.We need a functional federal democratic union where coordination is institutionalized, not ad hoc.”

    A Day of Silence and national General Strike made silent the cities of Myanmar today, the fifth such anniversary, in the face of threats of death and arrest by the regime of tyranny and state terror which has captured the state for four years now, after a morning of mass protests and defiant marches, and while these performances of liberty and guerrilla  street theatre valorized resistance and democracy and unified the peoples of Myanmar in solidarity against those who would enslave them, liberation forces took the fight to the enemy in direct actions against police and military targets as demonstrations of the powerlessness of carceral states of force and control against a people not divided by sectarian and ethnic hierarchies of otherness and belonging or driven in to submission by learned helplessness and brutal repression, but united in the cause of liberty and refusal to submit.

   Once the enforcers of elite hegemonies of wealth, power, and privilege and the beneficiaries of fascisms of blood, faith, and soil could sleep secure from the will of the people and the reckoning of their victims, confronted by a human rights protest movement robbed of its force as revolutionary struggle because it was yoked to a parallel and interdependent democracy movement which under the leadership of its fallen heroine accepted co-optation by the military-oligarchic system which remains its enemy, a once shining hope and path of liberation tarnished by silence in the face of the genocide of the Rohingya and ethnic minorities, and reduced by appeasement and a millennia old kleptocratic state to limited political goals and no true threats to the cabal of  monarchists, oligarchs, and militarists which have ruled their nation since the fall of the colonial empire of Britain here in 1948; but with the seizure of direct power by the military as a tyranny of force and control and the birth of a new Resistance as its counterforce, those who would enslave the peoples of Burma awake to a new day in which all of this has changed forever, for the Revolution has come to Myanmar.

    Democracy fell five years ago in Myanmar, the junta’s name and one I use to disambiguate between their regime as a state and Burma as a historical nation, to a military coup by tyrants of brutal repression and theft of citizenship and perpetrators of genocide and ethnic cleansing in an ongoing campaign against ethnic and religious minorities, often tribal peoples living in areas the junta wishes to plunder of natural resources.

     In chiaroscuro with this abyssal darkness of tyranny and state terror is the gathering light of liberation struggle, democracy, and human rights, for we are winning this war; the tribal armies and rebel forces united under the democracy movement before Chinese and Russian intervention in the civil war controlled half to three quarters of all territory within Myanmar.

     We have lost ground, but not resolve. The Revolution is in the Heart of the People. Such is an inherent condition of being human, and it cannot be taken from us.

     “The Revolution was effected before the war was commenced. The Revolution was in the minds and hearts of the people” as John Adams said, referencing the January 30, 1750 sermon pf pastor Jonathan Mayhew which he credited with igniting the American Revolution and established the principle of common law which supersedes that of the state, this being of two parts, first, Do all you have agreed to do, and second, Do not encroach on other persons or their property, with the line; “There can be nothing great and good where tyranny’s influence reaches. For which reason it becomes every friend to truth and humankind to bear a part in opposing this hateful monster.”

    The capture of Myanmar by the junta is paralleled by its seizure by a Buddhist theocracy of xenophobic nationalism which unites tyranny with faith weaponized in service to power as fascisms of blood, faith, and soil; a shadow state transnational theocracy which controls both the nations of Sri Lanka and Myanmar in mobilization against Islamic and other minorities as ethnic cleansing. Here an organization of faith has formed these twin Buddhist states as an exoskeleton through which to exert social power; in exchange the state receives ideological and organizational services, much as Pat Robertson, Jerry Fallwell, and the Gideonite-Pentecostal fundamentalists served Ronald Reagan or the Inquisition served the Spanish Empire. 

    Here is a litany of woes repeated endlessly throughout history and the world, of the conquest of indigenous peoples and the inquisitions and holocausts of those whom divisions of exclusionary otherness and hierarchies of elite belonging dehumanize as monsters to be cast out.

     Gathering forces of change have swept the nation these past years, mobilizing not only tribal armies of the Chin, Karen, Shan, Arakan, and other peoples but also mass protests in every major city organized by the Civil Disobedience Movement, national strikes- especially that of hospitals and doctors, a boycott of the military, the emergence of a National Unity Government, pressure from both Catholic and Buddhist organizations, actions of international solidarity by former President Biden and Pope Francis, and the resurgence of the Communist Party of Burma’s People’s Liberation Army after thirty years.

    This in resistance to state terror and tyranny, in which about 12,000 democracy activists have been arrested and about 1400 killed by the military and police in the first two years since the coup, and a campaign of ethnic cleansing which in 2021 alone created 400,000 refugees and killed several thousand. We have seen death and state terror on this scale in Myanmar during the Rohingya Genocide in 2017, which in a few months killed 25,000 and drove a million refugees to Bangladesh and another million to North Africa.

     But the use of social force obeys the Third Law of Motion, and for every act of oppression there are equal and opposite forces of resistance.

    A regional democracy movement, the Milk Tea Alliance, has emerged to unify actions in Hong Kong, Taiwan, Thailand, and Burma, and has now become a global liberation movement allying with similar networks in the Philippine Islands, India, Malaysia, and Indonesia, with important networks and organizations in Cambodia, Laos, and Vietnam, and allied movements in Belarus, Russia, Ukraine, and Iran.

     The three finger salute from The Hunger Games adopted by the Thai democracy revolution in 2014 was embraced years ago in Burma, and one week after the coup was seen among the mass protests in Yangon.  As the Thai democracy leader Sirawith Seritiwat described it in The Guardian; “We knew that it would be easily understood to represent concepts of freedom, equality, solidarity.”

      This is what we must offer the peoples of Burma now, and wherever men hunger to be free, all those throughout the world whom Frantz Fanon called the Wretched of the Earth, the powerless and the dispossessed, the silenced and the erased, and to whom our Statue of Liberty offers a beacon of hope to the world with the words of a poem written by a Jewish girl, Emma Lazarus, in reference to the Colossus of Rhodes;

“Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,

With conquering limbs astride from land to land;

Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand

A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame

Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name

Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand

Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command

The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.

“Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!” cries she

With silent lips. “Give me your tired, your poor,

Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,

The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.

Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,

I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”

     Freedom, Equality, Solidarity; let us reclaim America as a guarantor of liberty and redeem our promise to the world and to the future of humankind.

     In Myanmar on this fifth anniversary of the Revolution versus the junta, the people are marching toward victory in a unified front of tribal armies, the Brotherhood Alliance, and the urban democracy movement, the People’s Defense Forces allied with the National Unity Government. It has become the model for a new kind of revolutionary struggle, which now propagates outward throughout the world. And those who would enslave us now fear us.

     For we are many, we are watching, and we are the future.

      The military marches and staged legitimation of the junta today follows two days after the show elections.  As written in The Guardian of last weekend’s election, in an article entitled Junta-backed party secures sweeping victory in Myanmar’s ‘sham’ election; “Myanmar’s military-backed party has completed a sweeping victory in the country’s three-phase general election, state media said, cementing an outcome long expected after a tightly controlled political process held during civil war and widespread repression.

     The Union and Solidarity Party (USDP) dominated all phases of the vote, winning an overwhelming majority in the two legislative chambers in Myanmar. It secured 232 of the 263 seats up for grabs in the lower Pyithu Hluttaw house and 109 of the 157 seats announced so far in the Amyotha Hluttaw upper chamber, according to results released on Thursday and Friday.

     Myanmar’s parliament is expected to convene in March to elect a president, with a new government set to take over in April, pro-military Eleven Media Group reported earlier this month, citing junta spokesman Zaw Min Tun.

     Myanmar electoral officials count ballots after closing the third phase of the general election at a polling station in Yangon, Myanmar, 25 January 2026.

     The final round of voting in late January brought an end to an election that began on 28 December, more than four years after the military seized power in a coup that overturned the elected government of Nobel peace prize laureate Aung San Suu Kyi.

     Myanmar has been in political turmoil since the coup, with the crushing of pro-democracy protests sparking a nationwide rebellion. Around 3.6 million people have been displaced, according to United Nations.

     The 11-member Association of Southeast Asian Nations has said it would not endorse the process, and human rights groups and some western countries have also denounced the election as a sham.

     Myanmar’s military government insists the polls were free and fair, and supported by the public.

     Aung San Suu Kyi’s National League for Democracy party was dissolved along with dozens of other parties, and some others declined to take part, drawing condemnation from critics who say the process was designed to entrench military rule.

     Under Myanmar’s political system, the military is also guaranteed 25% of parliamentary seats, ensuring continued control even after power is formally transferred to a civilian-led administration.

    The USDP was founded in 2010 after decades of military-led rule in the southeast Asian country, with the aim of serving as a proxy for the armed frces.

     The party is chaired by a retired brigadier general and packed with other former high-ranking officers. It contested the poll with 1,018 candidates, a fifth of the total registered.

     Junta chief Min Aung Hlaing is also expected to play a central role in the next administration. He has defended the polls as a step toward stability, rejecting criticism from opponents and foreign governments and affirming that state responsibilities will be transferred to the elected government.

     Turnout reached around 55% over all three phases, lower than the figure of around 70% in previous elections, including a 2015 vote that brought Suu Kyi to power, as well as the ill-fated 2020 poll, the results of which were cancelled by the junta before staging the coup.

     Voting took place in 263 of Myanmar’s 330 townships, some of which are not under the complete control of the junta.

    It was cancelled in many areas due to ongoing fighting between the military and armed ethnic groups, as well as local resistance forces that emerged after the 2021 coup.”

      What is the situation in Myanmar now?

      As written in the website of Human Rights Watch, in an article entitled Myanmar: Junta Atrocities Surge 5 Years since Coup; “Myanmar’s military junta has committed widespread repression and abuse in every facet of life in the country since seizing power on February 1, 2021, Amnesty International, Fortify Rights, and Human Rights Watch said today. The military’s atrocities since the coup, which include war crimes and crimes against humanity, escalated over the past year as the junta sought to entrench its rule through abusive military operations and stage-managed elections.

     United Nations Security Council members, governments in the region, and other concerned states should better support Myanmar’s people and act to hold the junta accountable for its crimes. The heavily controlled elections, held in three phases between December 28, 2025, and January 25, 2026, have been widely dismissed as fraudulent and organized to ensure the military-backed party’s electoral victory.

     “It’s no accident that this election has been made possible through increased human rights abuses, from arbitrary detention to unlawful attacks on civilians, which has been the military’s modus operandi for decades,” said Ejaz Min Khant, human rights specialist at Fortify Rights. “As this crisis stretches into its sixth year, governments should focus on accountability and justice efforts for the many crimes committed by Myanmar’s military, without which the country cannot move forward.”

      Since the coup, the junta has systematically banned dozens of political parties and detained more than 30,000 political prisoners. In January, the junta reported that it had taken legal action against more than 400 people under an “election protection” law passed in July criminalizing criticism of the election by banning speech, organizing, or protest that disrupts any part of the electoral process.

     The elections have served as a centerpiece for the junta’s attempts to crush all political opposition, derail efforts to restore civilian rule, and entrench the military-controlled state. As expected, and by design, preliminary election results indicate a landslide victory for the military proxy Union Solidarity and Development Party.

     China and Russia, the junta’s primary suppliers of aircraft and arms, both sent election observers to the polls. The two countries have long supported the junta while blocking international action on military atrocities at the UN Security Council. Malaysia, last year’s chair of the Association of Southeast Asian Nations, said the bloc has not sent observers to certify the polls.

     In expanded military operations ahead of the elections, the junta in 2025 ramped up its use of airstrikes, including deliberate and indiscriminate attacks on civilians and civilian infrastructure in violation of international humanitarian law. Airstrikes have hit schools, hospitals, religious sites, and camps for displaced people, killing thousands over the past year.

     The military has also increasingly used armed drones, paramotors, and gyrocopters in unlawful attacks, creating new threats to civilians. On October 6, a military paramotor attack on a Buddhist festival in Sagaing Region killed at least 24 people, including three children. More than 135 paramotor attacks have been reported since December 2024. Myanmar is one of very few countries that continue to use internationally banned cluster munitions and antipersonnel landmines.

     “The past five years are a bleak illustration of the Myanmar military’s failed strategy to assert control by killing and terrorizing civilians,” said Joe Freeman, Myanmar researcher at Amnesty International. “Military air and drone strikes reached new highs in 2025 as the junta intensified its already brutal campaign against opposition areas, leaving more and more people living in fear of bombs falling from the sky.”

     Since enacting a conscription law in February 2024, the junta has used abusive tactics such as abducting young men and boys and detaining family members of missing conscripts as hostages. The military’s recruitment and use of child soldiers has surged since the coup.

     Since the coup, more than 2,200 people have reportedly died in junta custody, although the actual figure is likely higher. Torture, sexual violence, and other ill-treatment are rampant in prisons, interrogation centers, military bases, and other detention sites, with reports of rape, beatings, prolonged stress positions, electric shock and burning, denial of medical care, and deprivation of food, water, and sleep. In July, Ma Wutt Yee Aung, a 26-year-old activist, died in Insein prison due to reported lack of medical treatment for long-term head injuries from torture.

     Following the March 2025 earthquake that struck central Myanmar, the junta obstructed access to lifesaving services in opposition-held areas. The junta’s years of unlawful attacks on healthcare facilities and health workers severely hampered the emergency response. Despite announcing a ceasefire, the military carried out more than 550 attacks in the two months following the quake.

     Military abuses and spiraling fighting have internally displaced at least 3.6 million people. Foreign aid cuts, skyrocketing prices, and restrictions on medical care and humanitarian supplies have exacerbated malnutrition, waterborne illness, and preventable deaths. Over 15 million people are facing acute food insecurity, with Rakhine State especially impacted.

     Millions who have fled the country face increasing threats and risk of forced returns.

     Since late 2023, Rohingya civilians have been caught amid fighting between the junta and ethnic Arakan Army forces. The Arakan Army has imposed oppressive measures against Rohingya in northern Rakhine State, including forced labor and arbitrary detention.

     Since the coup, trafficking, scam centers, unregulated resource extraction, drug production, and other illicit operations have proliferated. Online scam centers along Myanmar’s border with Thailand—run by global criminal syndicates led by Chinese nationals—largely rely on human trafficking, forced labor, and torture to run their scams, which are part of a multibillion-dollar industry across the region.

     The military’s widespread and systematic abuses have been fueled by decades of impunity and insufficient international efforts to end its violations.

     Accountability measures underway at the International Court of Justice and International Criminal Court (ICC) are vital but remain limited to atrocities prior to the coup. In November 2024, the ICC prosecutor requested an arrest warrant for commander-in-chief Sr. Gen. Min Aung Hlaing for alleged crimes against humanity committed in 2017; the judges have yet to issue a public decision on the request.

     The UN Security Council has been largely deadlocked, failing to follow up on its December 2022 resolution, which denounced the military’s post-coup abuses, with tangible measures due to opposition from China and Russia.

     Security Council members should outline targeted accountability measures to be taken against the junta for its refusal to comply with the council resolution and numerous other international calls. Holding regular open meetings on Myanmar can help build momentum for a follow-up resolution referring the whole country situation to the ICC and instituting a global embargo on arms and jet fuel.

     “Five years after the coup, Myanmar’s human rights and humanitarian catastrophe faces dwindling foreign assistance and attention,” said Shayna Bauchner, Asia researcher at Human Rights Watch. “Ending this crisis requires sustained international pressure, meaningful accountability, and concrete humanitarian, political, and technical support for those in Myanmar and the millions forced to flee.”

     As written by Rebecca Ratcliffe in The Guardian, in an article entitled in an article entitled Four years after the coup, chaos reigns as Myanmar’s military struggles; “The streets of Lashio, a once bustling city in north-eastern Myanmar, are quieter than usual. Schools are shut, except for those run by volunteers from the pro-democracy resistance in the community. Months of airstrikes have left destruction. Even though the fighting has stopped, electricity is still not running properly. Instead, residents rely on solar power to charge their phones, and firewood and charcoal to cook.

     “We saw a lot of civilians who died during the battle [in those days]. We saw them on the streets, on the lanes, some of the bodies were decayed and some of them were freshly dead. Some died in their homes,” said Leo*, a 40-year-old driver, whose family spent months living with constant bombardments by the military, running to hide in the darkness of a homemade bunker each time jet fighters came.

     When Leo and his family were able to finally go outside again, the country’s widely loathed junta was, at least, gone. The city was at the centre of one of the military’s most humiliating defeats when it fell to an ethnic armed group, the Myanmar National Democratic Alliance Army (MNDAA) in August. Despite months of airstrikes, the military failed to retake the city. Together with a series of other losses across the country, it gave a major morale boost to the wider movement to overthrow the military.

     It marked the first loss of one of its 14 regional military commands, as well as the loss of a strategically important city on the border with China. In the aftermath, there was such anger among pro-military figures, demands grew for the resignation of junta chief Min Aung Hlaing.

     ‘People will resist’

     The military, which seized power in a coup in 2021, provoking an armed resistance, has now lost control of swathes of the country. And as the conflict enters its fifth year, it is on the brink of further losses, despite neighbouring China lending it greater support in an apparent attempt to stave off its ultimate collapse.

     The military faces opposition from a patchwork of groups: people’s defence forces, which formed after the coup to fight for the return of democracy, and ethnic armed organisations, which have long fought for independence. The size of these groups, their specific goals and the extent to which they are coordinated varies.

     Across the country, 95 towns have now fallen to the various opposition groups, according to Myanmar Peace Monitor. Last year, in northern Kachin state, more than 200 military bases and 14 towns were lost, including the rare-earth mining hubs of Chipwi and Pangwa town. In the west, almost all of Rakhine state, including the western regional command, fell. In the central Sagaing region, people’s defence forces captured Kawlin and Pinlebu, crucial towns needed to transport supplies to frontline areas.

     Estimates, including a study commissioned by the BBC, suggest the military controls only 21% of the country’s territory, though it still holds the key, densely populated cities.

     Jason Tower, country director for the Burma program at United States Institute of Peace, said that while the Myanmar military was trying to maintain its power using airstrikes and other types of abuses, it was likely the next year would see “the continued weakening and collapse of the military”, with the junta losing more territory and its opponents coordinating more effectively.

     The military has promised elections this year, something its ally China is endorsing. But it is unclear how it will implement these given how much of the country is controlled by rival groups. “The regime will have to use significant violence to secure areas where it wants polling to take place, and we know that many people will resist including violently,” said Richard Horsey, Myanmar adviser to Crisis Group.

     China’s shifting response

    When Lashio fell last year, there was speculation opposition groups might move down towards the centre of the country and threaten the major city Mandalay, a potential stepping stone towards the capital Naypyidaw.

     It was this that prompted a shift in China’s response to Myanmar. China, which has deep ties with both northern armed groups as well as being an ally of the military, had earlier approved of the MNDAA’s offensives, after growing tired of the junta’s failure to stop criminal scam compounds from growing on its border. But the MNDAA appeared to be pushing much further than China had anticipated, say analysts. Beijing responded by closing its border crossing and stopping the flow of resources to ethnic armed groups in northern Shan State.

     “While [China] had no love for the military regime, it was even more cautious about a disorderly collapse of power in Naypyidaw because it didn’t know what would come next,” said Horsey. The possibility of greater chaos, or of a pro-western government taking control, could pose a threat to China’s vast investments in the country.

     Yet even under such pressure, Lashio remains under the control of the MNDAA. China has demanded the group hand the territory back to the military, and this month announced a ceasefire between the two sides. The details of the agreement are unclear.

     In Lashio, people are returning to the city. A military curfew has been removed, and residents say they no longer live in fear of night-time visits by soldiers, who would demand to know of any visitors staying overnight at their property. But there are other concerns, including the fear of forced conscription by the MNDAA, something it has denied. There are also concerns over due process, as the MNDAA is ruling under martial law. It has carried out executions in another city it controls, Laukkai, also in northern Shan, following a public trial.

     The struggle to survive

     Voicing criticism of the MNDAA is sensitive. “I don’t like the rule of MNDAA that much,” says Khin Lay*, 24. “But I do not dare to say that I don’t like.”

     All she wants is peace, she says. The fighting last year began on 2 July, the day she gave birth. “I remember the date exactly,” she says. “I gave birth in the morning around 10.30 and, then I heard the fighting at night at 9.30. The hospital building reverberated with the sound of artillery fire.”

     She fled with her seven day-old baby, and 20-month-old girl, crammed on to a Toyota Alphard van with 14 others. The traffic was so intense as residents fled that what should have been a two and a half hour journey took 30 hours. By the evening they had run out of drinking water.

     “My baby is so lucky that he did not die on the way,” she said. A three-month-old baby died while his mother was carrying him on a motorbike.

     She returned to Lashio in January because vaccines for her babies had run out at the hospital in the nearby town of Muse.

     She is focused on staying strong for her children, and trying to earn enough money so that she can afford to protect them from the worst of the conflict, but the local economy has been severely affected. “If I were lucky enough to earn a lot of income and if my business were doing well, I would get passports, go abroad, and settle there,” she said. “I would return after our country gains independence and becomes peaceful. This is just my imagination, and I’m not sure whether it’s possible or not.”

     The border with China has now been partly reopened, but for months supplies of anything from household goods and medicines to construction material, and fuel were completely cut off, causing the cost of living to soar to twice that of the major cities, Yangon and Mandalay. A litre of petrol is 7,500 kyats ($3.60), and a bag of rice is 290,000 kyats ($138).

     People have turned to money lending, or selling valuables to survive. “My nephew sells dry groceries and I buy from him on credit. I have borrowed some money from my sister. I sold my husband’s ring a few days ago,” says Daw Thein*, 47. Her husband had been working as a caddie at a golf club in the city, until they were forced to flee the fighting in Lashio last July.

     Across Myanmar, the conflict has caused poverty rates to soar, with half of the population living below the poverty line and a further one third barely above it. The UN has warned of imminent risk of famine in western Rakhine state, as fierce conflict and trade blockades have led to total economic collapse. Health and education systems have been put under severe strain, and the introduction of mandatory conscription by the military has caused an exodus of young people from the cities. Research by the United Nations Development Programme shows the country is falling into darkness, with less than half the population having access to electricity.

     In Lashio, a pause in military airstrikes, and the clout of the MNDAA has allowed the administration to recover services such as electricity, at least partly. In other areas of the country, especially towns in central Myanmar that are now run by newer groups or subject to prolonged bombardments, setting up new administrations has been slower.

     The independent outlet Myanmar Now reported the MNDAA had agreed to give Lashio back to the military by June. The MNDAA has denied this, however, and with the military facing pressure on frontlines across the country, it appears a distant prospect.

     The military is now facing the possibility of more losses in Rakhine and Kachin state. Support offered by China has proved useful, but it has not saved the military and Beijing will expect concessions in return, say analysts.

     Even after months spent under bombardment Leo said he is determined the military’s opponents should continue. “I don’t want [the struggle] to stop just because of the pressures from powerful foreign countries,” he said. After overthrowing the Myanmar military, all groups will “unite as one with the people and work together to bring development of our country”.

     As written by Khu Samand and Aidan Jones in MyNews, in an article entitled In Asia’s forgotten war, a generation sacrifices its youth defying Myanmar’s brutal junta: For thousands of guerilla fighters, the dream of a free Myanmar still burns bright – even after four years of ruinous civil war; “For Myanmar’s people, year four under military junta rule has only brought more death, displacement and despair, as their troubled homeland is torn further apart by a seemingly intractable civil war.

     In the capital Naypyidaw, the military – or Tatmadaw – calls all the shots, but after a series of chastening battlefield defeats, the generals increasingly find themselves boxed-in to the country’s central heartlands. Still, few among the anti-junta resistance forces harbour any illusions about an imminent collapse of Min Aung Hlaing’s brutal regime.

     “The Tatmadaw is still very strong, it is an old institution, they have money … they hold the power,” said Maung Saungkha, a 32-year-old rebel commander in Kayin state. “But I believe we will win. I just can’t say when.”

     Hope persists among those fighting for a freer Myanmar. The conflict, sparked by the military’s coup on February 1, 2021, has pitted the junta against a mosaic of armed ethnic groups and young pro-democracy fighters. Many of those fighters – students, clerks and factory workers – have been thrust into a war they never sought but now cannot abandon.

     Outside of Asia, however, Myanmar has the feeling of a forgotten crisis, with the world’s attention diverted by Russia’s war in Europe, the carnage in the Middle East and the return of Donald Trump as one of the most powerful people on Earth.

     But in the dense forests of the Irrawaddy River basin, Maung Saungkha leads around 1,000 fighters under the banner of the Bamar People’s Liberation Army (BPLA), armed with rocket-propelled grenade launchers, machine guns and M16 rifles seized from Tatmadaw bases.

     Nestled atop hilltops, their camps are concealed beneath a high bamboo canopy. Between their rotations to the front lines, the rebel fighters fill their time with chess and foraging for food in the forest that sustains them.

     “I didn’t want to be a soldier,” Maung Saungkha told This Week in Asia. “But we have to sacrifice for the next generation … We can’t betray the people who have died. We have to keep our dream alive.” 

     A broken state

The junta does not have effective control over much of Myanmar, ceding between 50 and 70 per cent of the country’s territory to rebel groups and losing key areas along its borders after suffering serious defeats in Rakhine and Shan states last year.

     Yet Min Aung Hlaing clings to power, planning elections in a bid to add a veneer of legitimacy to his besieged government. Critics dismiss the prospect of credible elections as absurd in a nation where the junta’s reach no longer extends across vast regions – and where the rebels are in no mood to negotiate after years of savage conflict.

     For Maung Saungkha, once a poet and human rights activist, the transformation from civilian life to guerilla warfare has been stark. Before the war, he was a chemical engineering graduate known for his verses that mocked Myanmar’s political elite, including a lewd poem about then-president Thein Sein that landed him in jail for six months in 2016.

     Back then, he wrote about freedom and defiance. Now, from forest hideouts, his words carry the weight of conflict. “Revolutions are about love,” he told This Week in Asia. “Love and war.”

     Recruiting, training and arming fighters remains a daily challenge for the BPLA, which works alongside larger, better-equipped ethnic armed organisations like the Ta’ang National Liberation Army and Myanmar National Democratic Alliance Army.

     The fighters are mostly young, idealistic – and driven by a shared dream of freedom.

     Death from above

     Despite losing ground, the military retains key advantages. Armed with weapons from Russia, China, North Korea and Israel, and funded by revenues from plundered jade, rubies, teak – as well as a slice of illicit enterprises, from drugs to scams – the Tatmadaw is far from defeated. It wields air power ruthlessly, escalating air strikes on rebel camps and civilian areas even as its soldiers retreat from the front lines.

     Last Saturday, a junta air strike killed 28 people – including children – at a detention camp in Rakhine state, where the fighting has been most intense. The attack was yet another example of the military’s reliance on air superiority to compensate for its dwindling control on the ground.

     Myanmar’s descent into chaos has forced millions to flee their homes. The United Nations estimates 3.5 million people have been displaced by conflict, an increase of 1.5 million last year alone. More than 5,350 civilians have been killed.

     Many young people have faced a harsh choice: join the rebels or risk a perilous escape across the border Thailand or Malaysia to evade mandatory conscription into the army’s depleted ranks.

     Those fleeing illegally are easy prey for human traffickers or corrupt immigration officials, and are often forced to live in the shadows abroad. Yet they remain vital lifelines for families back home, sending remittances to a nation ravaged by war and poverty.

     “A whole generation has been affected, many have left legally or illegally,” said Sai Arkar of human rights advocacy group Fortify Rights. “It’s a huge brain drain for the country and every household with a young person in it is affected.”

     A dream deferred

     Myanmar’s current turmoil stands in sharp contrast to the brief optimism that followed the election of Nobel laureate Aung San Suu Kyi’s National League for Democracy in 2015. Under her watch, the economy opened up, free speech began to flourish and foreign investment flowed in through companies staffed by a generation ready to claim a freer, wealthier future that their parents were denied.

     It appeared that the country might be finally transitioning towards democracy after the decades of corrosive military rule that followed hard on the heels of Myanmar’s independence from Britain in 1948. But the military never really relinquished its grip – and the 2021 coup shattered any illusions of lasting progress.

     Now, Suu Kyi, 79, is back in jail, her influence diminished. Meanwhile, the junta’s propaganda machine continues to churn out a distorted narrative of progress and stability. State media such as the English-language Global New Light of Myanmar touts record harvests, rebuilding efforts against “terrorist forces” and the Southeast Asian nation’s tourism potential, even as the economy contracts and criminal enterprises flourish.

     Strict internet controls are back and, in the junta-controlled big cities, paranoia and suspicion abounds. Rolling blackouts and electricity rationing in the commercial capital, Yangon, serves as a daily reminder of an economy stuck in reverse

     “People inside Myanmar now don’t really have any freedoms at all,” Sai Arkar told This Week in Asia. “They have no freedom of expression, they cannot express their views … If you post anything online, you will be arrested. Their very basic rights have been violated.”

     While the economy stagnates – the World Bank estimates it will shrink by 1 per cent this year, after clipping along at 6.6 per cent pre-pandemic – corruption and crime thrive. Drug trafficking, arms smuggling and scam operations have turned Myanmar into a hub for illicit activity, further enriching the junta while ordinary citizens struggle to survive.

     Freedom flickers

     Diplomatically isolated, Myanmar’s generals remain cloistered in Naypyidaw, the capital built to embody military dominance.

     Once a staunch ally, even China’s previously rock-solid support appears to be wavering as the junta loses control of border areas that are critical to Beijing’s interests.

     And within the Association of Southeast Asian Nations, Myanmar faces unprecedented rebukes, with its generals barred from high-level meetings – a prohibition that was upheld at the Asean foreign ministers’ retreat last weekend.

     Malaysia, which holds the rotating Asean chair for 2025, has urged the junta to prioritise a ceasefire over elections. But Min Aung Hlaing has shown no appetite for compromise, his political – and perhaps personal – survival intertwined with the junta’s fate.

     The embattled generals did appear to extend an olive branch in September, seeking peace talks with rebel groups in what was widely seen as rare acknowledgement of weakness. But this offer was swiftly rejected by a suspicious armed opposition that remains wary of the junta’s true intentions.

     For Maung Saungkha and the fighters he leads, there is no turning back.

     “I am a poet,” he told This Week in Asia. “But now I need to be at war.”

     As the state of the Revolution was described one year ago by anonymous sources reported by Reuters, in an article entitled Insight: Rebel fire and China’s ire: Inside Myanmar’s anti-junta offensive; “Generals from Myanmar’s junta held peace talks in June near the border with China with representatives of three powerful ethnic armies. They sat across a wide table covered with blue cloth and decorated with elaborate bouquets.

     But the rebels were playing a double-game.

     Secretly, the ethnic armies – collectively called the Three Brotherhood Alliance – had already laid the groundwork for Operation 1027, a major offensive launched in October that has become the most significant threat to the regime since it seized power in a 2021 coup.

     “We were already preparing for the operation when we met them,” said Kyaw Naing, a spokesman for the Myanmar National Democratic Alliance Army (MNDAA), a largely ethnic-Chinese group that is part of the rebel coalition.

Reuters interviewed a dozen resistance officials with knowledge of the operation, as well as analysts and other people familiar with the matter. Some spoke on condition of anonymity because the offensive is ongoing.

     They disclosed previously unreported elements of the planning, including details of the formation of a unified battlefield brigade and the extent of China’s impatience toward the junta, which some analysts believe emboldened the militias.

     Operation 1027, named after the date it began in late October, has delivered nationwide victories for the alliance and other groups fighting the military, which unseated Nobel laureate Aung San Suu Kyi’s civilian-led government in February 2021.

     The junta cracked down on protests after the coup, sparking a grassroots rebellion and re-igniting conflict with some ethnic armies. The military, known as the Tatmadaw, has ruled Myanmar for five of the past six decades, and its soldiers are feared for their brutality and scorched earth tactics. The army says tough measures are required to fight groups it considers “terrorists.”

Two members of the Three Brotherhood Alliance together with five other armed groups formed the new Brigade 611 in early 2022, four rebel officials told Reuters. The formation’s strength numbers in the “thousands”, one of them said.

     It was a display of unprecedented cooperation among outfits that come from different parts of Myanmar, speak different languages and traditionally have had different priorities, according to a November report from the U.S. Institute of Peace (USIP), a Washington-based think-tank focused on conflict prevention and resolution.

     The operation came amid rising anger in Beijing with the junta over rampant crime on the border, which created conditions that supported the blitzkrieg, according to two analysts.

      China, a key junta ally that also has close relations with some ethnic Chinese militias in the borderlands, has been riled by Myanmar’s inability to shut down online scam centres along the frontier that have become a scourge across Southeast Asia.

     As of October, more than 20,000 people, mainly Chinese, were being held in over 100 compounds in northern Myanmar, where the workers – many of them trafficked – defraud strangers over the internet, according to a USIP estimate.

The centres have become a major public security challenge for China and Chinese officials delivered an ultimatum in Beijing this September to their Myanmar counterparts: eliminate the compounds or China would do so, according to a person briefed on their meeting.

     Numerous scam centres were caught up in the recent fighting, allowing many foreign nationals who had been trapped to flee.

     Myanmar’s junta, as well as China’s Ministry of Public Security, did not return requests for comment.

     In a Nov. 29 speech, junta leader Gen. Min Aung Hlaing said the fighting near the border originated from long-standing issues and the military was focused on combating insurgents “for peace and stability in the region.”

     The regime has since held China-facilitated talks with the Three Brotherhood Alliance, a junta spokesman said on Dec. 11 without providing further details. Beijing said it supports such talks, while the alliance said on Wednesday it remains determined to defeat the “dictatorship”.

     A senior Chinese diplomat said in November that Beijing doesn’t interfere in the internal affairs of other countries, but urged Myanmar to protect Chinese residents and personnel, and to cooperate in ensuring stability along the border.

     China’s Ministry of Foreign Affairs said in response to questions that it has deepened its cooperation with Myanmar on targeting telecoms fraud and that the campaign has been successful, with many suspects sent back to China.

“China will continue to severely crack down on transnational criminal activities such as cyberscams with relevant parties, and uphold order and tranquility in both countries’ border regions,” it added.

     BRIGADE 611

     Operation 1027 began in northern Shan State, abutting the border with China, where troops led by the Three Brotherhood Alliance – which comprises MNDAA, the Ta’ang National Liberation Army and the Arakan Army (AA) – said they captured around 150 military outposts, five towns and four border gates within a month.

     Independent analysts consider those figures reliable and the junta, which has not addressed specifics about battlefield defeats, has acknowledged some loss of control.

     Among the rebel forces was the multi-ethnic Brigade 611, said MNDAA’s Kyaw Naing.

     The formation includes troops from entities supported by the parallel civilian government as well as fighters from the AA, one of Myanmar’s most powerful ethnic armed forces, and the Bamar People’s Liberation Army (BPLA), a newer militia drawn mostly from the country’s majority Bamar people, officials from those groups confirmed.

     Photos of Brigade 611 posted by an MNDAA-affiliated outlet in January show hundreds of troops in battle fatigues gathering for a graduation ceremony. Officials watched from a marquee, under a red banner with Burmese script and Chinese characters.

     Some Brigade 611 troops drilled in using drones ahead of the operation, said BPLA spokesperson Lin Lin.

     Rebel ground troops often launch attacks following drone strikes, a tactic that has “become a game changer” for them, said Khun Bedu, leader of Karenni Nationalities Defence Force (KNDF), which now controls parts of the frontier with Thailand and also contributed to Brigade 611.

     The closer coordination means the rebels have risen “up everywhere and the junta doesn’t have enough military forces to handle them,” said Zhu Jiangming, a security consultant who writes regularly about the border situation for Chinese state media.

     Rebels aided by “foreign drone experts” used over 25,000 drone-dropped bombs during the offensive, forcing some military posts to be abandoned due to “excessive strength” of resistance fighters, Min Aung Hlaing said in November.

     The Three Brotherhood Alliance did not respond to a request for comment on whether they used foreign experts.

     Despite these setbacks, the Myanmar military – one of the largest in Southeast Asia – has sizeable resources and a “determination to prevail at all costs,” said Richard Horsey, a senior adviser at the non-profit International Crisis Group.

     Anti-junta operations have since rapidly expanded to other parts of Myanmar, with battles in the central region of Sagaing as well as in states near India and Bangladesh.

     In several areas, rebel groups are supported by the People’s Defence Forces (PDF), a movement backed by the civilian National Unity Government (NUG) that includes representatives of Suu Kyi’s administration.

     The NUG claims control over parts of the country and has worked on diplomatically isolating the junta. Suu Kyi remains in detention in the capital, Naypyidaw.

     In Mandalay, a major city that is the gateway to the northern territories, the local PDF is tasked with stalling military reinforcements to the frontline, its spokesman said.

      The NUG supports over 300 PDF units under its command using money raised by taxation, bond sales and other methods, Finance Minister Tin Tun Naing told Reuters.”   

       As written by Rebecca Ratcliffe in The Guardian, in an article entitled Myanmar at standstill as silent strike marks third anniversary of coup: Towns and cities empty during protest on anniversary of military takeover and arrest of Aung San Suu Kyi; “Cities and towns across Myanmar have come to a standstill as people took part in a silent strike to signal defiance against the military junta on the anniversary of the 2021 coup.

     Three years since the military detained political leaders including Aung San Suu Kyi, its grip on power is more uncertain than at any point in the last six decades, according to analysts. The UN says two-thirds of the country is experiencing conflict.

     Images taken by independent media on Thursday morning in Yangon showed normally busy intersections empty. Similar scenes were shared on social media from Mandalay, Mawlamyine and Monywa.

     “Myanmar people don’t accept the military’s participation in politics, or their human rights violations,” said Nann Linn, a pro-democracy activist currently hiding in Myanmar. “That’s why there is no way other than the complete surrender of the military. We will accelerate our movement more.” The military coup had failed because the junta has been unable to govern, she added.

     On the eve of the coup anniversary, the junta extended a state of emergency by six months, while the US announced further sanctions.

     The UN secretary-general, António Guterres, called for “sustained international and regional attention and coherent collective action to support the people of Myanmar”.

     The coup, which has been strongly opposed by the public, provoked huge street rallies in 2021 that were brutally suppressed. Many people subsequently joined civilian defence forces to fight back against military oppression, fleeing to the jungle to train to fight, and receiving support from and fighting alongside older, ethnic armed groups seeking independence. Myanmar has since been gripped by spiralling conflict, leaving more than 2.6 million people internally displaced.

     In October, an alliance of ethnic armed groups launched a new operation to seize junta territory, which resulted in humiliating defeats for the already overstretched military.

     It has lost swathes of territory along the border with China, as well as on the other side of the country, in Chin and Rakhine states, and thousands of soldiers have surrendered. Progress by anti-junta groups elsewhere has been mixed.

     “Three years on from the Myanmar coup, the military’s hold on power is more uncertain than at any time in the last 60 years,” said Richard Horsey, senior Myanmar adviser to Crisis Group. But, he added, the military seemed determined to fight on “and retains an enormous capacity for violence, attacking civilian populations and infrastructure in areas it has lost, using air power and long-range artillery”.

     Rights experts have previously accused the military of committing war crimes, including indiscriminate attacks on civilians from aerial bombing, mass executions and the large-scale and intentional burning of homes.

      On Wednesday, the junta head, Min Aung Hlaing, said the military would do “whatever it takes” to crush opposition. It has denied abuses against civilians, saying its operations were designed to tackle terrorists and in the interests of security.

     Aung San Suu Kyi, who was detained in the early hours of 1 February 2021, is serving a 33-year sentence over charges that have been widely dismissed as politically motivated. She has not been seen in public since, other than in images taken in a courtroom in Naypyidaw.

     Her son Kim Aris, who lives in the UK, told Sky News he had received a letter from his mother in prison, the first communication he has had from her in three years. It said she was generally well but suffering from dental problems and spondylitis, a condition that inflames the joints of the backbone. The letter, which would have been read by the military, contained little detail.

     Almost 20,000 political prisoners are detained across Myanmar, according to the Assistance Association for Political Prisoners (Burma), a local monitoring group.

     Ko Tayzar Sann, an activist in central Myanmar, said: “The main message that we would like to deliver is that the Myanmar people will never be cowed by the terrorising, power-stealing junta. We rang our bell to the whole world – including the military.”

     He recalled the confusion on 1 February 2021, as news of the coup emerged. “We didn’t have phone line and internet, but we could confirm the news in the afternoon,” he said. “Everyone was sad and angry. No one accepted this action.”

     Since then, lives have been turned upside down. “We have experienced the terrorist killings, torture and devastation carried out by the military,” he said. At the same time he had also seen the dedication and determination of the public to overthrow the military.

     Many people were taking part in the silent strike, despite the military’s intimidation, Ko Tayzar Sann said. “What we have understood from these three years past, is that it is impossible for the military to rule or control the country. “The revolution side must prove that with action.”

      As written by Rebecca Ratcliffe in The Guardian, in an article entitled Three years on from Myanmar’s military coup, the junta is struggling to assert control: Junta leader Min Aung Hlaing facing criticism after months of battlefield losses, with an estimated two-thirds of the country gripped by conflict; “Three years after seizing power, Myanmar’s junta is struggling to assert control, with humiliating losses in recent months and growing criticism of its leader, Min Aung Hlaing, by pro-military figures.

     Images shared across social media show hauls of weapons seized from overrun military outposts in the north, exhausted soldiers surrendering en masse and even a military jet plunging from the sky after it was shot down. In one unprecedented image, brigadier general commanders are pictured raising a glass – apparently with their former enemies – after they were forced to concede defeat in the key town of Laukkai in northern Shan state, along with almost 2,400 men.

     The UN says about two-thirds of the country remains gripped by conflict.

     The junta has lost key territory in the north along the border with China, and in the west, near the Indian border. Elsewhere, where progress by anti-coup groups has been slower, the military remains stuck in fierce battles, unable to quash a persistent resistance movement.

     On social media, pro-military commentators have voiced dissatisfaction at the leadership.

     Earlier this month, an ultranationalist monk, Pauk Sayardaw, called for Min Aung Hlaing to resign at a protest in Pyin Oo Lwin, a town in Mandalay region that has a large military presence and is home to the elite Defence Services Academy, BBC Burmese reported.

     Myanmar has been gripped by protracted conflict since 2021, when the military seized power in a coup, ousting the elected government of Aung San Suu Kyi. The coup, which enraged the public, prompted huge street protests calling for the return of democracy. When junta violence meant rallies were no longer safe, people took up arms to fight against military oppression, often equipped with little more than homemade weapons.

    There are a multitude of different groups fighting against the junta – including newer, civilian pro-democracy groups that took up arms after the coup, which are known as people’s defence forces (PDFs). Many of these are aligned with the National Unity Government (NUG), which was set up to oppose the junta.

     Some older, ethnic armed groups, which have long fought against the military for independence, are also fighting against the junta. While they all oppose the military, their specific goals, and the extent to which these groups are coordinated varies.

     For a long time the conflict has been stuck in stalemate – with the military unable to control its opponents, and relying on airstrikes and scorched earth tactics to push back, with devastating consequences for civilians.

     The conflict shifted on 27 October, however, with the launch of operations by several groups of experienced ethnic armed groups, known as the Brotherhood Alliance. The operation in coordination with newer anti-coup groups, aimed to seize territory from the junta in the north of the country.

     The rapid success of the Brotherhood Alliance campaign prompted renewed offensives elsewhere in the country and gave a major morale boost to the pro-democracy resistance. Progress in other areas, including the south of the country, has been slower, and hopes that a domino effect could deliver a decisive blow to the military have since been tempered.

     Analysts also caution that while the groups involved in the Brotherhood Alliance have identified as part of the wider pro-democracy movement, they have their own territorial ambitions.

     Yun Sun, senior fellow and co-director of the east Asia Program at the Stimson Center, said China – frustrated with the junta over its failure to clamp down on booming scam operations that target Chinese nationals – had given tacit approval for the Brotherhood Alliance operation.

     “China was intending to punish the junta,” says Sun. But it has since made it clear to such groups that it wants a return to stability, she adds.

     The NUG says 60% of the country is now controlled by opponents of the junta. But measuring who controls which areas of the country is difficult, due to the highly complex and fluid nature of the conflict.

     “In many areas where PDFs or groups linked to the NUG are operating, they may be the main service providers … but they can’t prevent military incursions. Is that control?” says Morgan Michaels, research fellow for south-east Asian politics and foreign policy at the International Institute for Strategic Studies. “In many cases it’s mixed control and contestation, and that is fluid and changing over time.”

     Ye Myo Hein, executive director of the Tagaung Institute of Political Studies (TIPS), and a global fellow with the Asia Program at the Woodrow Wilson International Center for Scholars, says that, regardless, the military faces unprecedented battlefield challenges.

     “For the first time in history, the military now faces simultaneous attacks from armed resistance of various types, ranging from conventional warfare to guerrilla tactics and from overt to covert operations, in 12 out of Myanmar’s 14 states and regions,” he says.

     There are reports that at senior levels there is growing frustration at the military leadership.

     Despite this, Ye Myo Hein says it is highly unlikely that Min Aung Hlaing could be ousted as junta chief. “The military’s institutional culture, nurtured over seven decades, has established a feudal system with its top leader in the most powerful position,” he added.

     Even if there were to be a change of leadership, some fear the alternative could be even more violent.

     The troops fighting the junta’s war are demoralised and exhausted and the brutal campaigns it has launched across the country, in Bamar-majority heartland areas, have left it unable to recruit.

     “Everyone wants to leave,” one recent defector told the Guardian. “Maybe soldiers would still love the military. But they don’t love the leaders any more.”

     As written at the beginning of the great struggle now unfolding in Myanmar by Myra Dahgaypaw in Common Dreams; “On the morning of August 25, 2021, I woke up on the floor with my lungs gasping for breath. My heart was racing, my hands and legs were shaking from adrenaline, and I was sweating from running. It took me about a minute to realize it was just a nightmare, one where I had to jump off a six-step ladder to run away from Burmese soldiers. Except it wasn’t a nightmare.

     It was January 28, 1995—the day I was forced to leave my beautiful village and never see it again. It’s just a nightmare for me now, but it’s a reality for so many people back home.

     Since February 1, 2021, I have heard the words “February coup,” “attempted coup,” “civil disobedience movement,” “People’s Defense Force,” and “National Unity Government” countless times. Every time these words are used, I only hear the sounds of war. Most importantly, I hear the screams of civilians, whether they are fleeing for their lives or crying for the loss of their loved ones. I feel as though the international community does not hear the desperate cries for help from Burma’s civilians.

     When I saw the picture of the Karen civilians carrying their belongings and their children while crossing the Moi River, I saw myself being carried on my mother’s back when we fled in the late 1970s. When I saw the picture of the Karenni civilians that were notoriously burned to death on December 24, I saw my aunt hanging upside down and my uncle’s skin was flayed and covered with salt and chilli after he was tortured to death. When I watched the news about Thangtlang burning as a result of bombings in Chin state, I saw my village and church burned to the ground when the Burmese military dropped bombs in late January 1995.

     I did foresee a day like the February 1 coup. I felt hopeless at one point as I watched world leaders, including the United States, lift economic sanctions, the only leverage we had to bring Burma a step closer to a stable and inclusive democracy. Now, after a decade, we are back to square one. Our people are indiscriminately killed and used as human shields. Their homes are burned and landmines are planted in and around villages. The intense armed conflict forced civilians to flee for their lives, increasing the numbers of displaced people.

    It’s been almost a year since the Burmese military coup. We have greater than 320,000 displaced civilians in addition to 340,000 people already displaced due to conflicts prior to 2021. More than a million refugees are seeking refuge in neighboring countries. The most powerful international body, the United Nations Security Council (UNSC), still condemns the Burmese military for its actions. However, condemnations only embolden the Burmese military to continue committing crimes with impunity. There is no accountability let alone justice for the victims and their surviving families. The junta is using all possible methods to wipe out anyone who fights back against its rule.

     It’s time for the international community to act decisively.

     We ask that the international community stop selling weapons to the Burmese military. We implore the UNSC to refer the junta to the International Criminal Court and impose a global arms embargo and targeted sanctions, including gas revenue that brings in billions of dollars that the junta uses to buy weapons. And we ask that other nations follow the example of Argentina and bring forward universal jurisdiction cases against the junta.

     Now the people of Burma, including all ethnic groups across the country, are fighting back to regain their rights. It is time for the international community to stand with us in our struggle instead of standing by. The people of Burma are not asking too much, only to hold the Burmese military accountable for the unspeakable crimes they have been committing. We ask the international community to help stop selling weapons to the Burmese military and to stop funding them.”

     As I wrote in my post of February 2 2021, The Myanmar Coup: a Legacy of State Terror and Tyranny; When last I was in Burma, I was fleeing for my life from a special death squad of the Burmese Army with a small band of companions, across the Kumon Range to India by trails used by Stillwell and Merrill’s Marauders in World War Two, possibly the first outsider to do so since, and guided by Kachin headhunters as were they.

     I suppose we must call it Myanmar now, as the junta renamed the nation in the wake of the 1989 seizure of power from the democracy movement that cast Ne Win down from his throne; but as with changing the actors in the same roles as we have with the armies of the Japanese conquest and those of the Chinese Communist Party’s client state of tyranny in Myanmar, changing what we call a thing does not change what it is.

     A military junta has once again seized power in Myanmar in a coup against the democratic government and imprisoned Aung San Suu Kyi, who once gave the nation a fig leaf of legitimacy before her implication in the army’s genocide of the Muslim Rohingya.  

     The ethnic cleansing of the Rohingya is portrayed to the world as an anomaly, a vast crime against humanity of racist and sectarian hate which happened in 2017 and is unrelated to Myanmar’s current apartheid ethnic and religious policies. But this is a lie.

     Here is how I came by accident to be fighting more than three decades ago with indigenous peoples in the Shan States of northern Burma against a campaign of slave raiding and ethnic cleansing by the Burmese government; I awoke on the veranda of my stilt house one morning to what was later tallied as eight hundred rounds of one hundred millimeter Russian mortar fire, and mounted my elephant to escape, who panicked and went the wrong way, uphill to the enemy positions. I was yelling “Run away!” when one of the Karen tribesmen handed me a spear and shouted in S’gaw; “The American is attacking the enemy! Take the mortars! Charge!” and we became more than a dozen elephants leading a human wave assault.

     After participating in a cavalry charge on the back of an elephant carrying a spear and our capture of the mortars, I discovered we were behind the lines of the advancing Burmese Army in one of their annual campaigns of slave raiding,  brigandage, and ethnic cleansing against the indigenous tribes, exactly where I belong and prefer to be if there is no escape from conflict, and ideally positioned to disrupt their advance. To run amok and make mischief in the enemy’s rear area of operations is a special joy not to be wasted. 

     The policy of genocide and its periodic campaigns of death and fear have been part of the fascist tyranny of the Burmese state since the fall of the British Raj in 1948, one designed to provide a pretext for military rule through the creation of a national identity of religious and racial purity. In the case of the Karen, a Christian ethnic minority and former British allies, as with the Islamic Rohingya who immigrated from India, all three fascist boxes of exclusionary otherness are checked; blood, faith, and nationality.

     Its possible this bears the force and authority of tradition, and has long been a key strategy of state power in Burma as it has to a degree in virtually all human civilizations. As George Washington once said; “Government is about force; only force.”

     Fear, power, force; it is a universal circle of dehumanization and subjugation by authoritarian elites. So pervasive and endemic is the Ring of Power that it seems a human constant, and all states embodied violence.   

     But it need not be so. From all that I have seen and all that I have learned, from all that I am and for all that we may become, I tell you this one true thing; our addiction to and captivity by the Ring of Power is not a flaw of our natural condition or of an evil impulse, and neither a sign of the innate depravity of man or its form as the doctrine of original sin, and absolutely not a personal evil for which individuals must be held solely responsible under the law or dehumanized as monsters to be driven out, but a sum of our history and of choices we have made over time about how to be human together.

     Our addiction to power is systemic and historical, birthing systems of oppression as imposed conditions of struggle, but we may escape its legacies through seizures of power from authorized identities and through those truths written in our flesh as the powers of love, hope, and faith which define what is human, and like refusal to submit cannot be taken from us.

    As Wagner illustrates with his great theme of renunciation of wealth and power and abandonment of force in Der Ring des Nibelungen, only those who foreswear love can seize dominion over others. This principle has a negative space which is also true; love and hope can redeem and heal the flaws of our humanity and the brokenness of the world.

     I hope that one day humankind will discover that such things as love, compassion, mercy, loyalty, trust, and faith in one another are not weaknesses but strengths, and awaken to the beauty of our diversity and the necessity of our interdependence.

      As I wrote in my post of March 9 2021, Tyranny and Resistance in Myanmar; It has been a month of fire and of fear in the streets of Myanmar’s cities, of state terror and the repression of dissent which has escalated from rubber to live bullets and from protests of thousands to tens of thousands against the military coup and the fall of democracy, thin though its veneer was over the fascism and brutality of xenophobic nationalism and the dominion of oligarchic elites, an illusion of liberty and equality which has been exposed as a lie before the stage of the world in the genocide of the Rohingya. 

     Open street fighting between democracy resistance fighters and military and police units engulf the major cities of Yangon, Mandalay, Bagan, Monywa, and in the Shan States capitol of Taunggyi and the township of Lashio, which still proclaim their independence as they did decades ago when I fought with Shan and Karen Free Forces.

     The true seat of power is not in the capitol of Yangon but in the temple city of Bagan, key to control of the Buddhist organizations which can authorize or delegitimate a government and have themselves become a ground of struggle since the capture and realignment of the state under Myanmar’s Buddhist social welfare network Ma Ba Ta, the Association for the Protection of Race and Religion, which advocates genocidal violence against the Rohingya, and led by Myanmar’s Pat Robertson or Osama bin Ladin, the monk Ashin Wirathu who has provided the ideology of blood, faith, and soil and the base of mass action for junta leader and army chief Min Aung Hlaing’s campaign against the Rohingya and coup against the government of the oft-imprisoned Aung San Suu Kyi.

      The Rohingya Genocide campaign of 2017 created 750,000 refugees who escaped to Bangladesh and left 600,000 to the terror directed by Min Aung Hlaing; mass organized rape, arson, and murder. The purpose of Hlaing’s coup is primarily to protect the perpetrators of the genocide from criminal prosecution and create a Buddhist-ethnic Burmese state under a return to the military rule which it had for fifty years, and secondarily to protect the vast wealth of Hlaing and his plutocratic-oligarchic junta and cabal. Myanmar is now truly in the lion’s mouth, to borrow a phrase from Winston Churchill, captured by a regime which meets all major conditions of fascism; authoritarian state terror and tyranny coupled with plutocratic and oligarchic capitalism, and built on a national identity of ethnic and religious purity.

     Hlaing’s Buddhist-Burmese fascism parallel’s Modi’s Hindu-Indian fascism, with one important difference; India is still a democracy. Both Myanmar and India use anti-Islamic hysteria and violence as an instrument of state power, and the situations of Kashmir and the Rohingya are comparable. An alliance between the two nations in the centralization of wealth and power to authorized elites and the ethnic cleansing of minorities is a terrifying possibility, and one which would make the Restoration of democracy to the region far more difficult. Such an alliance as now exists between the two nations operated as fronts for Buddhist Nationalism, Sri Lanka and Myanmar. The international community must act now, while there is still time.

     There can be but one reply to fascism; Never Again.

     The historical rise of Buddhist Nationalism in Myanmar is described by Randy Rosenthal writing of 2018 in Lions Roar, What’s the connection between Buddhism and ethnic cleansing in Myanmar?; “It is not power that corrupts but fear. Fear of losing power corrupts those who wield it and fear of the scourge of power corrupts those who are subject to it.”– Aung San Suu Kyi

      The scriptures of Judaism, Hinduism, and Islam condone, justify, and even sometimes encourage the use of violence. In Buddhist texts, it’s just the opposite. Chapter ten of the Dhammapada, an anthology of verses attributed to the Buddha, reads: “All tremble before violence. All fear death. Having done the same yourself, you should neither harm nor kill.” Another verse reads: “In this world hostilities are never appeased by hostility. But by the absence of hostility are they appeased. This is an interminable truth.” A line from the Metta Sutta reads: “Toward the whole world one should develop loving-kindness, a state of mind without boundaries—above, below, and across—unconfined, without enmity, without adversaries.” This principle of non-violence, consistent throughout the Pali Canon — the collection of early Buddhist teachings — is partly why many Buddhists are deeply troubled by the current situation in Myanmar — a majority-Buddhist country — where, particularly in Rakhine State, massive human rights violations are systematically being committed against the Muslim Rohingya people.

     Hugging the Bay of Bengal on Myanmar’s western coast, and separated from central Myanmar by the Arakan Mountains, Rakhine State is home to over a million Muslims, most belonging to the Rohingya ethnic group, and over two million Buddhists of the Rakhine ethnic group, who are ethnically distinct from the country’s Bamar majority. The state’s capital is Sittwe, where communal violence erupted in 2012, and relations between Rakhine and Muslims were severed. Things have gotten exponentially worse since then; recent articles published in The New York Times and Al Jazeera exposed mass graves of Rohingya massacred by Burmese troops in September 2017, with acid apparently used to disfigure the bodies beyond recognition. In December 2017, Doctors Without Borders estimated that over 10,000 Rohingya had been killed in the most recent upsurge of violence, and that about 700,000 are living in exile in neighboring Bangladesh and India, causing the UN Human Rights chief to state the situation was “a textbook example of ethnic cleansing.”

     There is not enough evidence to declare genocide is occurring, but there is evidence of systematic rape, forced labor, restrictions of movement, restrictions on marriage and reproduction, and prevention from access to medicine and food rations. International observers say the situation will soon come to genocide if the international community does not immediately intervene. As the Holocaust demonstrated, ethnic cleansing can swiftly become genocide. Prior to 1941, the Nazi effort to expel all Jews from the Reich qualified as ethnic cleansing. The subsequent concentrating and then exterminating of Jews that began in earnest after the US entered the war was clearly genocide. As Penny Green, Director of the International State Crime Initiative (ISCI) at London’s Queen Mary University, states, “Genocide can begin many years before actual extermination.” In April 2018, Green and the ISCI released a report arguing that the Myanmar government is “guilty of genocidal intent toward the Rohingya.”

     Whether ethnic cleansing or genocide, it is clear that human rights violations against the Rohingya are occurring in Myanmar, which is enough to invoke the Responsibility to Protect principle, in accordance with Chapters VI, VII, and VIII of the United Nations Charter, authorizing the international community to intervene in Myanmar’s national sovereignty. For those of us observing from afar, the crisis forces us to ask questions about the role of Buddhism in world politics.

     In The New York Times article “Why Are We Surprised When Buddhists Are Violent?,” Dan Arnold and Alicia Turner write, “How, many wonder, could a Buddhist society—especially Buddhist monks!—have anything to do with something so monstrously violent as the ethnic cleansing now being perpetrated on Myanmar’s long-beleaguered Rohingya minority? Aren’t Buddhists supposed to be compassionate and pacifist?”

     To understand the issue more fully, we must first start with the narrative of Buddhist nationalism — the driving ideological force behind the Islamophobia fueling the violence against the Rohingya. From the perspective of a Buddhist nationalist, the story goes like this: Over the course of decades, Muslim Rohingya slipped over the border from Bangladesh at the point where it meets Rakhine State, and settled on Rakhine land. They grew in number and diluted the Buddhist population, forming the vanguard of a crusade to turn Myanmar into a Muslim country. Therefore, unlike other Muslims in Myanmar, such as the Kaman people, the Rohingya have never been Burmese citizens and do not deserve citizenship status.

     This narrative is known as “the Muslim problem.” To cement the view that the Rohingya are not Burmese citizens, the Rohingya are referred to as “Chittagong Bengalis.”

     From the nation’s start, Burma was a Buddhist and Bamar-ethnic majority.

There’s no escaping the fact that men wearing the robes of Buddhist monks are promoting this narrative. The most infamous of these is Ashin Wirathu, the 49-year-old Burmese monk who was on the cover of TIME magazine in 2013 and was the subject of the 2017 documentary film The Venerable W. by French filmmaker Barbet Schroder. As the film shows, Wirathu has led hundreds of thousands of followers in a hate-fueled, violent campaign of ethnic cleansing by claiming that the Rohingya are “a Saudi-backed Bangladeshi insurgency whose purpose is to infiltrate the country, destroy Myanmar’s traditional Buddhism and establish a caliphate.” Wirathu is a leader of the Organization for the Protection of Race and Religion, commonly known by its Burmese acronym, Ma Ba Tha. This group was founded in June 2013, and quickly found the support of millions. Ma Ba Tha and other Buddhist nationalist groups—not only Myanmar but also in Sri Lanka—describe their purpose as the protection and promotion of Buddhism through preaching about the importance of Buddhist values, history, education, sacred sites, and ceremonies. Yet accompanying this benign rhetoric is their insistence on neutralizing threats to Buddhism, which they claim come from Muslims.

     In the 2016 book Myanmar’s Enemy Within, author Francis Wade talks with a lay member of this group, who shares the narrative fueling the group’s thinking. “If the Buddhist cultures vanish,” the member said, “Yangon will become like Saudi and Mecca … It can be the fall of Yangon. It can be the fall of Buddhism. And our race will be eliminated.” Though Buddhism is not a race, Ma Ba Tha often conflates race and religion, demonstrating that the group’s deeper concern is one of ethnicity.

     Those who believe this narrative see verification of it in the history of other formerly Buddhist nations — like Malaysia, Indonesia, Pakistan, and Afghanistan — having been “overrun” by Muslims. Myanmar remains 90% Buddhist, with no evidence of that changing. So where did the idea that Buddhism will vanish originate?

     The Rise of Burmese Nationalism

     Buddhism has been used to consolidate the national identity in Burma for centuries. In the twelfth century, King Anawratha used Buddhist scriptures to unite the disparate people of the Ayeyarwady Valley and form the Bagan Empire. From the nation’s start, Burma was a Buddhist and Bamar-ethnic majority. From then on, kings would support the order of monks—the sangha—and in return the monks endowed the monarchy with legitimacy. The monks encouraged loyalty to the nation, but they also served as the conscience of the government, making sure that it ruled in accordance with Buddhist ethical principles. When it did not, the monks revolted.

     An example of this was seen in the Saffron Revolution of September 2007. When the government allowed gas subsidies to expire, the price of goods rose 500%, and citizens protested. When the protesters were violently suppressed, the monks joined the protest by overturning their begging bowls on their alms round, disallowing government officials from earning merit by giving alms. The protest was a seriously embarrassing gesture, and the military government violently cracked down on the protests, beating and arresting thousands of monks.

     The narrative that the Burmese people need to protect Buddhism from enemy foreign invaders has persisted for over a century, though the perceived enemy has changed from British to Muslim.

     The 800-year connection between the monarchy and the sangha was severed in 1885, when the British invaded Upper Burma and incorporated it into its Indian colony. Dissolving the border between the countries, Indian Hindus and Muslims moved en masse — voluntarily or forcefully — into Burma, permanently altering the demographics of Rangoon in particular, where many found success in trade. With the loss of a Buddhist king and the loss of favor of the Buddhist education system, due to the British promotion of Christianity, 1885 saw the emergence of the first Buddhist nationalist movements.

     The modern movement of Vipassana meditation arose out of this anti-colonial movement, with monk Ledi Sayadaw spreading the idea that it was the duty of every Buddhist to protect and preserve Buddhism by meditating and studying Buddhist scripture, both of which were previously only practiced by a small portion of monastics. Ledi Sayadaw’s movement was pacifist, but monks also led armed rebels to attack British troops in upper Myanmar during the British invasion. Nationalistic independence movements rose over the following decades, and in the 1920s and 30s a popular anti-colonial rallying cry was “Amyo, Batha, Thathana!” — which roughly translates to “Race, language, and religion!” The Ma Ba Tha organization derived its name from this slogan, of which it is an acronym.

     This narrative — that the Burmese people need to protect Buddhism from enemy foreign invaders — has persisted for over a century, though the perceived enemy has changed from British to Muslim. The first instance of this shift can be seen in a rally of 10,000 Burmese at Rangoon’s Shwedagon Pagoda, in 1938, to protest the writing of Muslim intellectuals who were accused of insulting Buddhism. The protests resulted in attacks on Muslim communities across the city. In addition to anti-Muslim movements, the 1930s and 1940s also saw the rise of anti-Christian and anti-Hindu sentiments, the latter culminating in a series of anti-Indian riots. All of these incidences arose as part of anti-colonial movements and strengthened the idea that one must be Buddhist in order to be truly Burmese.

     An important contributing factor to the current crisis in Rakhine occurred during WWII. Under Japanese occupation, Buddhists in Rakhine (then called Arakan) were recruited to fight as proxies for the Japanese. Local Muslims, in contrast, were armed and mobilized by the British as independent militias who performed guerilla-attacks on Japanese forces. This meant that Buddhists and Muslims were fighting against each other, which resulted in the groups becoming geographically separated and “ghettoized,” with Muslims fleeing north to avoid the anti-Muslim violence of the Japanese offensives, and Buddhists fleeing south to avoid the anti-Buddhist violence of the guerilla counter-offensives. After the war, waves of government violence against Rohingya occurred in 1954, 1962 (during the military takeover), 1977-78 (when the military forced the Rohingya to carry Foreign Registration Cards, and over 200,000 were driven into Bangladesh), 1992, 2001 (in response to the Taliban’s destruction of Buddhist statues in Bamiyan), and 2003.

     We can trace the history of the current crisis in Rakhine State to the military takeover of the country in 1962. Burma achieved independence in 1948, but after fourteen years of constitutional rule, the military junta took over in 1962. The junta systematically stoked fears of the demise of Buddhism and the break-up of the nation to cultivate loyalty among a resentful population. But they also held a monopoly on violence and prevented citizens and monks like Wirathu from encouraging social disturbance. (In 2003, Wirathu was arrested along with forty-four other monks for using hate-speech to promote attacks on Muslims and a mosque, and spent eight years in prison.) Ironically, it was only with the ostensible transition to democracy that began in 2011 that public religious tension between Buddhists and Muslims surfaced again. As Francis Wade writes, the idea was that “the stirrings of democratic change in Myanmar might level the playing field, allowing communities who felt long disenfranchised by the military to assert great claims to the nation.” It was feared that Muslims in particular would take advantage of democratic freedom, and if they did, Buddhists would suffer.

     A crucial moment came in 1982 with the Citizenship Law, when the government issued an official list of 135 ethnic groups, or “national races” that held Myanmar citizenship. The list excluded the Rohingya, cementing their stateless status. A census in 2014 was then designed to exclude “alien” minorities from voting, and the 2015 elections resulted in Aung San Suu Kyi becoming State Councilor, with great gains for her National League for Democracy (NLD) — and also in the total absence of Muslims from Myanmar’s parliament for the first time since independence.

     With the internet, Islamaphobic fanatics can connect the old Burmese narratives about Islam with the contemporary narrative of global jihad.

Suu Kyi has received widespread criticism for her silence on the Rohingya issue — especially in light of her earlier writing and speeches. In a 1989 open letter to the United Nations Commission on Human Rights, for example, Suu Kyi wrote, “The chief aim of the National League for Democracy (NLD) and other organizations working for the establishment of a democratic government in Burma is to bring about social and political changes which will guarantee a peaceful, stable and progressive society where human rights, as outlined in the Universal Declaration of Human Rights, are protected by rule of law.” Then, in a speech she gave in Kachin State on April 27, 1989, Suu Kyi declared, “If we divide ourselves ethnically, we shall not achieve democracy for a long time.” Despite the apparent achievement of democracy in Myanmar, violent ethnic divisions continue to occur under Suu Kyi and the NLD’s leadership.

     The latest upsurges of violence are also aided by globalization. With the internet, Islamaphobic fanatics can connect the old Burmese narratives about Islam with the contemporary narrative of global jihad. In The Venerable W. —shot before the 2016 election — Wirathu says, “In the USA, if the people want to maintain peace and security, they have to choose Donald Trump.” Through such comments, and his aggressive use of social media and DVD propaganda, Wirathu demonstrates his awareness of rising xenophobic nationalism around the world. He’s aware of 9/11; the attacks in Paris, Berlin, Nice, and Brussels; Brexit; Marine Le Penn in France; neo-Nazis in Germany; and the right-wing nationalist governments ruling in Hungary, Poland, and elsewhere in Europe. He knows he is tapping into a larger global vilification of Islam — a world vs. Muslim jihadist narrative. This framing is made possible by the internet, which only became widely available in Myanmar in 2011. Wirathu seems to be committed to connecting his regional crusade to a broader global movement. In 2014, he traveled to Colombo, the capital of Sri Lanka, to sign a memorandum of understanding between Sri Lanka’s own Islamophobic monk group, Bodu Bala Sena (Army of Buddhist Power), and 969 (the precursor to Ma Ba Tha).

     All of these conditions — the colonial history, the emergence of the internet, the global anti-Islamic narrative — provide a ripe ground for violence and persecution. The question that remains: are the crimes against humanity in Myanmar a tragic byproduct of random circumstances unabated by the peaceful doctrines of Buddhism, or is the violence part of some concerted effort by an as-of-yet unnamed actor, Buddhist or otherwise?

     Behind the Current Crisis

The current crisis started in 2012. Here’s a brief timeline of events:

     May 28, 2012: Twenty-six-year-old Rakhine woman Ma Thida Htwe was gang-raped and murdered by three men the state media identified as “Bengali Muslim” or “Islam Followers.” These men were promptly arrested.

     June 3, 2012: A few days later, three hundred Rakhine men attacked a bus carrying Muslims in the town of Taungup, beating ten passengers to death. These Muslims were not Rohingya, but missionaries from northern areas not in Rakhine State.

     June 9, 2012: Mobs of Rohingya retaliated by attacking Rakhine properties in Maungdaw, torching houses. Mobs of Rakhine in turn burned Sittwe’s Muslim quarter of Nasi to the ground, chasing tens of thousands of the Rohingya inhabitants out of Rakhine and into camps or exile in Bangladesh (some estimate up to 120,000). These mobs were reportedly bussed in from elsewhere in Rakhine State. They were reported to be drunk and/or high on drugs.

     October 2012: A second wave of violence occurred, with apparently organized mob attacks on Muslim communities in nine townships across Rakhine State.

     There were close-quarter machete attacks and torching of houses on both sides, but only Rohingya violence was “constructed as terrorism,” and ascribed to “jihad.” In this way, these small, local disturbances—of inter-community slaughter, not uncommon in South Asia—suddenly became part of a global crisis.

     Wirathu and other monks from his 969 group organized a complete Muslim boycott, prohibiting Buddhists from having any interaction with Muslims whatsoever. Any Muslim “sympathizer” would also be persecuted, and one Buddhist who continued to do business with Muslims was beaten to death. The monks’ ban of Muslims set the precedent for an Islamophobia that went beyond the Rohingya to include officially recognized citizens of Myanmar.

     March 2013: Extreme violence erupted in the central Myanmar town of Meikhtila—where both Muslim and Buddhist communities are largely Bamar—after a Buddhist couple claimed a Muslim jewelry store owner sold them a fake golden hairpin and a brawl started between them. While police watched, Muslim-owned shops were burned and Muslims were attacked; later, a group of Muslims knocked a Buddhist monk off of his bike, beating him as he lay on the ground, and then set his body on fire. This led to outright carnage, with outside groups again bused in to lead a full pogrom against Muslims in the town, resulting in a death toll of forty-three people, mostly killed by sticks and knives, and 830 buildings destroyed. (Again, the men making up the mobs were reported to be drunk and/or high on drugs.)

     June 2013: After the report of a rape of a Buddhist woman by Kaman Muslim men in Thandwe, violence erupted again, not just against Kaman but also against Rohingya far away from the incident.

     August 2017: Armed Rohingya rebels—of the Arakan Rohingya Salvation Army (ARSA)—launched a coordinated attack on thirty border police posts, killing a dozen security forces. This caused the Burmese army to retaliate against the Rohingya throughout Rakhine State with a “scorched earth campaign.”

     March 2018: By March, more than 6,000 Rohingya had been killed and more than 655,000 had fled to Bangladesh. Over fifty-five villages had been completely bulldozed, removing traces of buildings, wells, and even vegetation. Here we can see the Myanmar army has learned from the Israeli Army, which many Myanmar officials admire; when asked how to respond to the Rohingya, Dr. Aye Maung, head of Rakhine Nationalities Development Party, said, “We need to be like Israel.”

     Today 2018: Amnesty International says those Rohingya who remain in their villages and camps are being systematically starved, to force them to flee the country. It is a situation ripe for genocide.

     In all cases of violence against Muslims, reports of police participation in the attacks raised suspicions of a link between the mobs and the government. In Azeem Ibrahim’s 2016 book The Rohingyas: Inside Myanmar’s Hidden Genocide, Ibrahim says that the violence in Myanmar is closely related to inter-ethnic tension in Sri Lanka and Thailand. The key difference in Myanmar, he writes, is that several prominent Buddhist groups are actively driving the anti-Muslim violence, such as Ma Ba Tha. Then Ibrahim makes the shocking assertion that “there is growing evidence that the Ma Ba Tha Buddhist extremist organization was set up by the military as an alternative power base.” He suggests the group is a “front organization” for the military. He continues, “In effect, the military is directly backing two different groups in contemporary Myanmar,” the USDP (their political party) and “its own organization of Buddhist extremists who both offer the means to channel electoral support to the USDP and to create violence that can later be used to justify a military intervention.”

     Ibrahim explores the origin of the connection between the government and the Ma Ba Tha. The organization did not exist before the opening up of the country in 2011. Ibrahim writes that the monks who were arrested during the Saffron Revolution in 2007 were later offered money and state patronage to join the Ma Ba Tha and promote its core message of hatred of all Muslims. These revelatory claims are based on an article by Emanuel Stoakes, “Monks, Powerpoint Presentations and Ethnic Cleanings,” published in Foreign Policy on October 26, 2015.

     Based on the evidence presented, it appears that the eruptions of violence against the Rohingya and other Muslim groups across Myanmar were organized and planned.

     In his article, Stoakes interviews an anonymous monk who claims that after his release from prison, he had a meeting with three government officials and was offered money to join Ma Ba Tha and preach anti-Muslim rhetoric. He is one of four monk leaders of the Saffron Revolution who claim the government made similar offers to them. Stoakes also produced an investigative documentary with Al Jazeera, “Genocide Agenda,” which aired in October 2015. In the film, one anonymous monk leader explains the situation bluntly: “Gradually, monks from the Saffron Revolution ended up in Ma Ba Tha.” He further clarifies exactly what anyone trying to understand the situation needs to know: “Ma Ba Tha is controlled by the military. When it wants to start a problem at any time, it’s like turning on a tap. They will turn it on or turn it off when they want.”

     The Al Jazeera documentary presents other monk leaders of the Saffron Revolution who claim Wirathu works for the government. These monks specify that Wirathu called them at their monasteries after they were released from prison in 2011, and invited them to come see him. When they went, they say he attempted to recruit them to join his anti-Muslim crusade with the offer of an office, complete with an Internet-connected laptop, a telephone, and a payment of $1,000 (in a country with a per capita income of $1,195). The film also shows a secretly taped mobile phone recording of a meeting between government officials and Ma Ba Tha clerics. Then, an anonymous acquaintance of Wirathu claims that Yangon’s Special Branch agency (undercover police) works closely with Wirathu, saying he has seen its members at Wirathu’s monastery in Mandalay. Further evidence is seen in a Powerpoint presentation used by members of the military at a training session in 2012 in the capital city of Naypyidaw, titled “Fear of Losing One’s Race,” a presentation in which the very same anti-Muslim language used by Ma Ba Tha is found, including the conspiracy of a Muslim plot to make Buddhism and Buddhists extinct. Other documents circulated among government officials and obtained by Al Jazeera warn of Muslim plots to rape Buddhist women, start riots, and carry out terrorist acts, including intentions to “cut off the heads of departmental staff members.”

     The main point of the documentary is that, despite the apparent movement toward democracy, ethnic violence is engineered by the government in an attempt to keep its grip on power. Based on the evidence presented, it appears that the eruptions of violence against the Rohingya and other Muslim groups across Myanmar were organized and planned, not spontaneous, communal, or unintended consequences of democratization. While the government has dismissed any allegations of its links to the violence as “nonsense,” Stoakes writes, “Evidence obtained by Al Jazeera shows conclusively that the recent surge of anti-Muslim hatred has been anything but random. In fact, it’s the product of a concerted government campaign clearly aimed at promoting instability and undermining the opposition by stirring up the forces of militant nationalism.”

     Stoakes responsibly notes that none of this evidence is clear proof of the connection between the government and Ma Ba Tha, but it is nevertheless illuminating. If the government has been corrupting men wearing the robes of a monk, then Buddhism is not being used as a rallying cry of hatred and exclusion, but merely as a veil for it.

     In this crisis, the term “Buddhist” is used to designate cultural identity, not a religious belief or practice. Someone who identifies as a Buddhist doesn’t necessarily follow the teachings of the Buddha. Even back in the Buddha’s time, there were “bogus monks” who tried to join the sangha. These were not true monks but merely “men in yellow robes,” and were ejected from sangha gatherings. We should understand the situation in Myanmar as a cultural conflict rather than a religious conflict. As Azeem Ibrahim wrote, it is the exclusive nature of the Theravada tradition that often leads to “violent inter-ethnic tension in Sri Lanka and Thailand, as well as Myanmar,” not Buddhism itself.

     The military government of Myanmar is cynically using Buddhism to manipulate people to behave with violence and hatred, rather than compassion and generosity. In my experience, conversations about Myanmar tends to get mired in debate about whether Buddhism is a non-violent religion. Perhaps we should leave Buddhism out of the conversation. In order to focus on addressing the actual situation more effectively and responsibly, it’s important to understand the complex political and ethnic issues more deeply. With a deeper understanding, we might be able to engage with the situation more effectively.“

    What happens next? It depends on the international response to fascist tyranny and terror. As written by Vasuki Shastry in The Guardian; “Four weeks after he deposed Myanmar’s democratically elected government, General Min Aung Hlaing must be getting that sinking feeling. His carefully orchestrated retirement plan (he was due to retire in July this year, before leading the coup on 1 February) has faced sustained protests from the street and international condemnation, even from vocal members of the normally staid Association of South-east Asian Nations (Asean). The general has also over-played the army’s tried-and-tested strategy of deploying brutal firepower. The protesters are not backing down, and the time has come for the international community to call the general’s bluff and insist on the restoration of the National League for Democracy’s (NLD) rightful claim to power.

     Achieving this will require an unusual degree of global cooperation and consensus, both in short supply at the moment. However, this may prove to be just the kind of global leadership that presidents Biden and Xi may wish to exercise, with the support of regional players Japan, India, Singapore and Indonesia.

     During Myanmar’s previous periods of military rule, the country’s neighbours have either looked the other way (Asean, which held on to its stated policy of non-interference until some members decided to break ranks after the 1 February coup) or tacitly supported the generals (China notably) as they stripped a once rich country of mining resources and set back economic and political progress by decades. The army’s architecture of terror was built on the brazen belief that they could carry on their repression because the street could be easily silenced, and the impact of the international community’s outrage and sanctions was largely borne by ordinary people. By turning the clock back during successive decades of repression, the generals succeeded in making Myanmar one of the poorest countries in Asia.

     Min Aung Hlaing’s calculus may have been something similar when he assumed charge in early February, but he and his fellow generals have made a major miscalculation. They underestimated the positive impact that a decade of democracy and economic liberalisation has had on the country’s 54 million citizens. Democracy, however flawed and tarnished it may be in Myanmar, has the notion of checks and balances, and the NLD’s historic election victory last year was a rude wake-up call for Min Aung Hlaing and his cohort, fearful that their power and privileges would only reduce over a period of time.

     This historical context is useful because restoring democracy in Myanmar is very different from previous (and futile) international efforts to do the same elsewhere. For a start, international sanctions led by the Biden administration, however targeted they might be, will simply not work in the Myanmar context. Reducing the international travel and banking access of a small group of generals will embolden them further to shun the world and take the country back to the dark times of the 1960s and 1970s. There is another approach possible, which will require the US to work closely with China and prominent Asean members. The fact that leading lights of Asean, such as Indonesia and Singapore, have shunned contact with the new regime and are openly calling for dialogue and restoration of civilian rule should be a sign for Min Aung Hlaing that the game is up. Beijing could play a hugely constructive role by recognising that its long-term strategic interests are aligned with having a stable Myanmar on its borders.

     How would such an international alliance work in practice? A possible model is the original six-party talks to negotiate and resolve the North Korean nuclear issue. Myanmar does not possess nuclear weapons and is not a geopolitical threat to its neighbours, as Kim Jong-un’s murderous regime surely is. This fact alone should reduce the potential for regional rivalries and jockeying, which have plagued the North Korean process from the start. As strategic competitors, the US and China should regard Myanmar as an early test of their ability to collaborate on areas of common global interest, while competing fiercely on issues such as trade and security. The involvement of other countries in the process would send a powerful signal of resolve by the international community.

     Min Aung Hlaing and his minions should face consequences for the coup and the killings of peaceful protesters, a legal process that should be led by the democratic government. At the same time, any international intervention should include a settlement for the return of the estimated 1 million Rohingya refugees and for a fair process to resolve longstanding disputes with other ethnic minorities in the country, many of whom have taken to the jungle in the last few decades.

     What about Aung San Suu Kyi herself? It is clear she enjoys broad public support and is regarded by many in Myanmar as the guardian of newfound democracy and economic freedoms. During her last stint as a guest of the army, Daw Suu, as she is known, become an icon of democracy through her stubborn resistance and refusal to bend to the will of the generals. Democracy has exposed a different side to the leader, who is revered at home and reviled in many parts of the world. She has proven to be a calculating politician and has doubled down on a strategy to diminish the suffocating influence of the generals in all aspects of Myanmar society. This is a worthy cause for which she received much initial international support, until she sacrificed Rohingya rights to prove her credentials as a Bamar nationalist. Should the international community come to Myanmar’s rescue, it will be interesting to see which Daw Suu will show up – the nationalist since 2011 or the defender of freedoms from an earlier phase.”

     As I wrote in my post of May 24 2021, Tyranny and Terror in Myanmar; The mass democracy movement in Myanmar against the junta’s coup and brutal repression of dissent has been joined by a coalition of minority separatist forces from states which never recognized the claims of Myanmar to dominion over them, and have been in a state of war of liberation and independence since 1949. It has been called a civil war, but it is also a war of survival between indigenous tribal peoples, most especially former British allies the Karen, Shan, Kachin, and Chin, versus Myanmar, successor state to the British Empire unified by the ideology of Buddhist Nationalism and fascisms of blood, faith, and soil.

     The task before us now is to unite the democracy movement with the forces of the indigenous tribes in solidarity to liberate Myanmar from the tyranny and error of its racist and sectarian regime.

     Some of my American Buddhist friends object that the Buddhist Nationalists in Burma are not Buddhists and should not be referred to as such, because the First Principle of Buddhism is do not kill.

    To this I say; Yes, but it is what they call themselves, and it is a consequence of their unique history of anticolonial struggle, in which the British Empire used division against the people of Burma by hiring Islamic minorities as forces of state repression much as in India under the Raj. I say again; like nationalist tyranny as a transitional stage of revolution, fascist constructions of national identity are caused by the imposed conditions of anticolonial struggle, and this is the primary ground of struggle on which fascism and tyranny must be fought. The Nationalist violence in Myanmar is paralleled in Sri Lanka, which shares with it sectarian narratives of victimization leveraged by a common Buddhist organization which uses these two governments as fronts in a mission of dominion.

      Herein I criticize not faith as a direct personal relationship with the Infinite, but organizations of faith as authoritarian structures. Who stands between each of us and the Infinite serves neither.

     At the top of pyramids of elite hegemonies of wealth and power are the apex predators; priests and tyrants of faith whose job is to legitimize elites and authorize secondary authorities; to anoint brutal thugs as kings or tyrants to keep the slaves at their work.

     To claim that Buddhist nationalists who kill Muslims are not Buddhists is like claiming the Nazis were not Christians despite the crosses they painted on their tanks and the key role Christian Identity ideology played in their subjugation of Germany, and it misses the point; sectarian division and fanaticism is a primary instrument of authoritarian tyranny and elite power. It operates much the same regardless of when or where, in what language or by whom it is perpetrated.  

     From the Crusades and the Inquisition to the Holocaust and the sectarian wars of today, there is always someone in a gold robe who weaponizes faith in the subjugation of others who are consigned to the hard and dirty work.

     To achieve a free society of equals requires a nonsectarian secular state, and the principle of separation of Church and State. In much of the world which does not share Europe’s history and the ideals of the Enlightenment which emerged from it, the idea that the state and organizations of faith should have nothing to do with each other seems inexplicable and dangerous as well as wrong; but it is a principle which has proven itself in America and bears possibilities of healing, transformational change, and hope for many peoples under the hammer of sectarian conflict.

The Hunger Games Salute of the Revolution

The Venerable full film

Myanmar marks bitter 5-year anniversary of 2021 coup

https://www.abs-cbn.com/news/world/2026/2/1/myanmar-marks-bitter-5-year-anniversary-of-2021-coup-0850

Myanmar: Junta Atrocities Surge 5 Years since Coup

https://www.hrw.org/news/2026/01/28/myanmar-junta-atrocities-surge-5-years-since-coup

‘No end in sight’ as Myanmar marks 5-year anniversary of 2021 coup

https://www.msn.com/en-us/politics/government/no-end-in-sight-as-myanmar-marks-5-year-anniversary-of-2021-coup/ar-AA1Vn836?ocid=BingNewsSerp

Myanmar: Junta Atrocities Surge 5 Years since Coup

https://www.hrw.org/news/2026/01/28/myanmar-junta-atrocities-surge-5-years-since-coup

Junta-backed party secures sweeping victory in Myanmar’s ‘sham’ election

https://www.theguardian.com/world/2026/jan/30/junta-backed-party-victory-myanmar-sham-election

‘This is a fake election’: Polls close in Myanmar but voters have little doubt junta proxy will prevail

After arresting political opponents, banning the most popular party and using violence to crush dissent, the military’s proxy is on course to win by a landslide

https://www.theguardian.com/world/2026/jan/26/this-is-a-fake-election-polls-close-in-myanmar-but-voters-have-little-doubt-junta-proxy-will-prevail

‘We are always living in fear’: inside Myanmar’s ‘sham’ election

https://www.theguardian.com/world/2026/jan/02/inside-myanmar-sham-election

Myanmar is going to the polls. But it’s not the people who hold the power – it’s China

https://www.theguardian.com/world/2025/dec/28/myanmar-is-going-to-the-polls-but-its-not-the-people-who-hold-the-power-its-china

The dangerous rise of Buddhist extremism: ‘Attaining nirvana can wait’ – podcast: Still largely viewed as a peaceful philosophy, across much of south-east Asia, the religion has been weaponised to serve nationalist goals

https://www.theguardian.com/news/audio/2026/jan/16/the-dangerous-rise-of-buddhist-extremism-attaining-nirvana-can-wait-podcast

                 News of 2025

Four years after the coup, chaos reigns as Myanmar’s military struggles

Myanmar civil war: a quick guide to the conflict

https://www.theguardian.com/global-development/2025/jan/31/why-is-myanmar-embroiled-in-conflict

In Asia’s forgotten war, a generation sacrifices its youth defying Myanmar’s brutal junta

Myanmar at standstill as silent strike marks third anniversary of coup

https://www.theguardian.com/global-development/2024/feb/01/streets-of-myanmar-silent-as-people-take-part-in-strike-against-military-junta?CMP=share_btn_link

Three years on from Myanmar’s military coup, the junta is struggling to assert control

https://www.theguardian.com/global-development/2024/jan/30/myanmar-military-coup-junta-min-aung-hlaing?CMP=share_btn_link

Insight: Rebel fire and China’s ire: Inside Myanmar’s anti-junta offensive

https://www.reuters.com/world/asia-pacific/rebel-fire-chinas-ire-inside-myanmars-anti-junta-offensive-2023-12-15 /

‘Why should I kill our own?’: Thousands of soldiers surrender as Myanmar junta shaken by rebel advances

https://www.theguardian.com/global-development/2024/jan/29/myanmar-military-junta-totters-as-battalions-surrender?CMP=share_btn_link

Opponents vow ‘beginning of the end’ for Myanmar’s junta as resistance launches nationwide offensive

https://www.cnn.com/2023/11/28/asia/myanmar-nationwide-offensive-junta-intl-hnk/index.html

Myanmar civil war (2021–present)

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Myanmar_civil_war_(2021%E2%80%93present)

Amnesty International Report on Myanmar

https://www.amnesty.org/en/location/asia-and-the-pacific/south-east-asia-and-the-pacific/myanmar/report-myanmar/

Two years after coup, Myanmar faces unimaginable regression, says UN Human Rights Chief

https://www.ohchr.org/en/press-releases/2023/01/two-years-after-coup-myanmar-faces-unimaginable-regression-says-un-human

Myanmar Events of 2023 /Human Rights Watch

https://www.hrw.org/world-report/2024/country-chapters/myanmar

Myanmar: Who are the rulers who have executed democracy campaigners?/ BBC

https://www.bbc.com/news/world-asia-55902070

https://www.theguardian.com/commentisfree/2022/dec/06/the-guardian-view-on-myanmars-military-in-power-but-not-in-control?CMP=share_btn_link

https://www.theguardian.com/world/2023/jan/08/on-the-frontline-with-the-rebel-army-fighting-myanmars-brutal-junta?CMP=share_btn_link

               Burma/Myanmar; a reading list

The White Umbrella, Patricia Elliott

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/733955.The_White_Umbrella

The State in Myanmar, Robert H. Taylor

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/7535701-the-state-in-myanmar

The Burma Spring: Aung San Suu Kyi and the New Struggle for the Soul of a Nation, Rena Pederson

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/22514246-the-burma-spring

Myanmar’s Enemy Within: Buddhist Violence and the Making of a Muslim ‘Other’,

Francis Wade

Burma’s Mass Lay Meditation Movement: Buddhism and the Cultural Construction of Power, Ingrid Jordt

Modern Buddhist Conjunctures in Myanmar: Cultural Narratives, Colonial Legacies, and Civil Society, Juliane Schober

The Rohingyas: Inside Myanmar’s Hidden Genocide, Azeem Ibrahim,

Muhammad Yunus  (Foreword)

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/26717021-the-rohingyas

Burma: Insurgency and the Politics of Ethnicity, Martin Abbott Smith

Rebel Politics: A Political Sociology of Armed Struggle in Myanmar’s Borderlands, David Brenner

Repossessing Shanland: Myanmar, Thailand, and a Nation-State Deferred,

Jane M. Ferguson

Burma: A Nation at the Crossroads, Benedict Rogers

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/15835679-burma

Than Shwe: Unmasking Burma’s Tyrant, Benedict Rogers, Václav Havel

 (Foreword)

The Burma Road: The Epic Story of the China-Burma-India Theater in World War II, Donovan Webster

Burma: The Forgotten War, Jon Latimer

Forgotten Voices of Burma: The Second World War’s Forgotten Conflict, Julian Thompson

The River of Lost Footsteps: Histories of Burma, Thant Myint-U

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/112293.The_River_of_Lost_Footsteps

The Hidden History of Burma: Race, Capitalism, and the Crisis of Democracy in the 21st Century, Thant Myint-U

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/44075878-the-hidden-history-of-burma

Until the World Shatters: Truth, Lies, and the Looting of Myanmar, Daniel Combs

Finding George Orwell in Burma, Emma Larkin

Karaoke Fascism: Burma and the Politics of Fear, Monique Skidmore

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/349777.Karaoke_Fascism

Freedom from Fear, Aung San Suu Kyi

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/106320.Freedom_from_Fear

The Perfect Hostage: A Life of Aung San Suu Kyi, Justin Wintle

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/950028.The_Perfect_Hostage

Moon Princess, Sao Sanda

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/7141549-moon-princess

Peoples of the Golden Triangle, Paul Lewis, Elaine Lewis

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/107044.Peoples_of_the_Golden_Triangle

The Rebel of Rangoon: A Tale of Defiance and Deliverance in Burma,

Delphine Schrank

Burmese Looking Glass: A Human Rights Adventure and a Jungle Revolution, Edith T. Mirante

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/1026514.Burmese_Looking_Glass

Down the Rat Hole: Adventures Underground on the Burma Frontier, Edith T. Mirante

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/389645.Down_the_Rat_Hole

True Love and Bartholomew: Rebels on the Burmese Border, Jonathan Falla

A Savage Dreamland: Journeys in Burma, David Eimer

In Search of Myanmar: Travels through a Changing Land, James Fable,

Chuu Wai Nyein (Illustrator)

Golden Parasol: A Daughter’s Memoir of Burma, Wendy Law-Yone

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/17307352-golden-parasol

Irrawaddy Tango, Wendy Law-Yone, Amitav Ghosh  (Foreword)

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/303976.Irrawaddy_Tango

The Glass Palace, Amitav Ghosh

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/77103.The_Glass_Palace

The Burden of Being Burmese, ko ko thett

The Burma Cookbook: Recipes from the Land of a Million Pagodas,

Robert Carmack, Morrison Polkinghorne

January 31 2026 Victory in the Minneapolis Revolt

     First, Why We Fight; we fight to avenge our sacred dead and in witness and remembrance of our martyrs of Liberty, Equality, Truth, Justice, and the American Way, we fight to claw back something of our humanity from the darkness of fascist tyranny and terror, we fight for the Restoration of America as a free society of equals who are co-owners of the state and guarantors of each other’s rights as citizens and as human beings, we fight to place our lives in the balance with our brothers, sisters, and all others regardless of our differences in a diverse and inclusive society and in liberation struggle with those of the powerless and the dispossessed, the silenced and the erased, all whom Frantz Fanon called The Wretched of the Earth, we fight to choose the manner of our deaths and the meaning of our lives regardless of hope or victory or survival; we fight to remain citizens and not subjects, we fight for an America which is a beacon of hope to the world and a guarantor of democracy and the right of self-determination for all humankind, we fight to win a future in which all of these things remain true for each and every one of us throughout the world and for all time.

     In the Minneapolis Revolt we hold up a mirror to America and ask; who do we want to become, we Americans, we human beings; masters and slaves, or a Band of Brothers?
      This weekend the mass protests against the criminal and un-American Trump regime which began nearly a year ago on February 5, reached the levels of the historic Black Lives Matter protests last summer in over fifty cities in sustained actions ongoing now for some seven months, and metastasized from protest into revolutionary struggle with the ICE white supremacist terror force murders of Renee Good and Alex Pretti during their campaign of ethnic cleansing, have won signal and historic victories with the purge of ICE leader Bovino and the “drawdown” of ICE thugs, a term chosen by the regime from the language of the Fall of Saigon and the mealy-mouthing of the catastrophic defeat of America by the people of a united Vietnam as we abandoned an Occupation very like that of our own cities by ICE and other federal troops.

     Much remains to be done, until ICE is dismantled and abolished and its members brought a Reckoning as we did at Nuremberg to their predecessors, and until the Fourth Reich of the Trump Regime in all its grotesque and aberrant kleptocratic perversity is brought down and purged from among us.

     Today we celebrate the re-Awakening of America, and one day I hope her Restoration, won in the streets against the racist death and terror of our captured state.

      We dance in joy, in the glory of refusal to submit, and in the beauty of solidarity and the dream of a diverse and inclusive society in which we are all truly brothers, sisters, and others, versus the fascisms and divisions of blood, faith, and soil and the hierarchies of elite belonging and exclusionary otherness by which those who would enslave us seek to falsify, commodify, and dehumanize us.

     Come dance with us, America, and be free.    

     As written by Melissa Hellmann in The Guardian, in an article entitled Eight people have died in dealings with ICE so far in 2026. These are their stories: The high-profile killings of Minneapolis residents Alex Pretti and Renee Nicole Good are only two among many; “The killings of the 37-year-old Minneapolis residents Alex Pretti and Renee Nicole Good by federal agents have sparked protests and outrage throughout the nation. Pretti and Good are just two people out of at least eight who have either been killed by federal agents or who have died while in Immigration and Customs Enforcement (ICE) custody in 2026 so far.

     The high-profile fatal shootings follow the deaths of at least 32 people in ICE custody in 2025 – the highest number since 2004. One of the people killed was Keith Porter Jr, a 43-year-old Black man who was fatally shot by an off-duty ICE agent outside of his Los Angeles apartment complex on the evening of 31 December 2025. The father of two was firing a gun into the air, a Los Angeles police department spokesperson said, before the off-duty ICE agent, Brian Palacios, went to investigate. Porter was pronounced dead at the scene when police officers responded.

     These are the stories of the eight people who died this year.

     Luis Gustavo Núñez Cáceres

     On 5 January, Luis Gustavo Núñez Cáceres, a 42-year-old immigrant from Honduras, died in ICE custody at HCA Houston Healthcare in Conroe, Texas. He had been admitted into the Houston-area hospital for a heart-related condition, according to an ICE statement. Núñez was first arrested by ICE agents during an operation in Houston on 17 November and was eventually transferred to the Joe Corley processing center in Conroe. On New Year’s Eve, ICE said, “he suffered multiple life-threatening medical emergencies, and HCA medical personnel moved him to the intensive care unit, where he remained until his death”. The Department of Homeland Security (DHS) said in a statement to the Guardian: “We have maintained higher standard of care than most prisons that hold US citizens – including providing access to proper medical care.” For many immigrants, the DHS said, “this is the best healthcare they have received their entire lives”.

     “My brother was a person full of life and hope, always fighting for his wellbeing and that of our family,” Núñez’s brother wrote in Spanish on a GoFundMe page requesting assistance in bringing his brother’s body home. “Sadly, his life was cut short due to the lack of adequate medical care while he was in ICE custody.”

     Geraldo Lunas Campos

     On 3 January, while in ICE custody, a Cuban immigrant died of homicide, according to a recent autopsy report. Geraldo Lunas Campos, a 55-year-old father of four, died at the ICE facility Camp East Montana in El Paso, Texas. In a 9 January statement, ICE said, “Lunas became disruptive while in line for medication and refused to return to his assigned dorm. He was subsequently placed in segregation.” Medical personnel were called for assistance when they noticed him in distress, ICE claimed. The federal government later claimed that staff had been trying to save Lunas as he attempted suicide.

     However, a witness told the Associated Press that Lunas Campos was handcuffed and that he was put into a chokehold until he became unconscious.      

     The El Paso county medical examiner’s office autopsy report said that his body showed signs of damaged vessels on his neck and injury on his knees and chest, according to PBS.

     Lunas Campos was originally arrested by immigration enforcement agents in Rochester, New York, in July, ICE said, and that he had been in the US for 30 years.

     Víctor Manuel Díaz

     A 36-year-old Nicaraguan immigrant, Víctor Manuel Díaz, also died at Camp East Montana in El Paso, Texas, on 14 January. In a statement following his death, ICE said that security staff found him “unconscious and unresponsive in his room”. ICE said that Díaz’s death was a “presumed suicide” but that his death remained under investigation.

     “I don’t believe he took his life,” Díaz’s brother Yorlan Díaz told ABC News. “He was not a criminal. He was looking for a better life and he wanted to help our mother.”

     Parady La

     A Pennsylvania man, Parady La, died while in ICE custody at the Thomas Jefferson University hospital in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, on 9 January. The 46-year-old Cambodian immigrant was picked up near his Upper Darby home a few days before his death, his family told 6 ABC Action News. In a statement, ICE said that La was found unresponsive in the federal detention center in Philadelphia, where he was receiving treatment for drug withdrawal.

     He was given Narcan and then taken to the hospital and diagnosed with organ failures, among other conditions. His family was notified on 8 January and visited him at the hospital, after they had spent days searching for him.

     His daughter, Jazmine La, said that her father “was a real person and people loved him”.

     Renee Nicole Good

     Minneapolis resident Renee Nicole Good was fatally shot by a federal agent in her car on 7 January. The 37-year-old mother of three was a poet and writer who had moved to Minneapolis from Kansas City, Missouri, last year.

     The DHS secretary, Kristi Noem, said that the law enforcement agent who killed Good had responded to an “act of domestic terrorism”.

     Good studied creative writing at Old Dominion University in Virginia, where she won an Academy of American Poets prize in 2020.

     Donna Ganger, her mother, told the Minnesota Star Tribune: “Renee was one of the kindest people I’ve ever known.”

     Luis Beltrán Yáñez–Cruz

     On 6 January, Honduran immigrant Luis Beltrán Yáñez–Cruz died at the John F Kennedy memorial hospital in Indio, California, from heart-related issues, according to an ICE statement following his death. The father of three initially entered the US in 1993, according to ICE, was removed from the country, and re-entered at least 20 years ago. ICE arrested him in Newark, New Jersey, in November 2025.

     According to ICE, Yáñez-Cruz was detained at Imperial regional detention facility in Calexico and was later transferred to the hospital for chest pain, where he died.

     His daughter, Josselyn Yanez, told News Channel 3 that his heart-related issues began after he was detained. “My soul was destroyed,” she said, “because I really hoped that my father would leave that place, but not in this way.”

     Heber Sánchez Domínguez

     Heber Sánchez Domínguez, a 34-year-old from Mexico, died at the Robert A Deyton detention center in Lovejoy, Georgia, on 14 January. In a statement, ICE said that he was found unresponsive and that his death was under investigation. After being arrested in Georgia on 7 January for driving without a license, he was transferred to the Lovejoy detention center as he awaited removal proceedings. ICE said that the detention center staff found him hanging by his neck and transferred him to the Piedmont Henry medical center, where he was pronounced dead.

     The Mexican consulate in Atlanta told CBS News that Mexican officials have asked that “the circumstances of the incident be clarified”.

     Alex Pretti

     Alex Pretti, an intensive care unit nurse for a veterans affairs hospital, was fatally shot by federal agents during an anti-ICE protest in Minneapolis on 24 January. The 37-year-old Minneapolis resident was trying to help a woman who had been pushed to the ground by ICE agents when he was tackled, beaten, restrained and shot to death.

     Following his death, the senior White House official Stephen Miller wrote on X: “A domestic terrorist tried to assassinate federal law enforcement …” Video evidence showed that Pretti, who was carrying a firearm around his waist, was holding only his phone in his hand and that he was disarmed before being shot.”

     As I wrote of the first mass protests of the Second Trump Regime in my post of February 6 2025, We Rise and Resist: We Seize the Streets In Mass Actions and Protests Throughout America Against Trump’s Theatre of Cruelty and Closure of US Aid, Against Musk the Troll King’s Information Warfare, and Against Capture and Dismantling of the State By the Fourth Reich; We rejoice in the glorious Resistance which arose yesterday in mass actions and protests throughout America, against Traitor Trump’s Theatre of Cruelty and shuttering of US Aid, and against Musk the Troll King’s monkeywrenching and sabotage of our nation’s social security, medicare, tax, and other financial records, a federal bank heist, espionage, and information warfare performed by his troupe of fascist child soldiers.

     In the space of a few days we organized marches on every state capital in America as well as key federal sites in Washington DC, a broad spectrum of alliances and interests which united in solidarity of action to challenge and confront the criminal seizure of our government by the Republican Party, front organization of the Fourth Reich, a liberation movement which parallels legislative and legal actions and theatres of war.

      For war is precisely the word for what is now upon us.

      America now faces her “fight them on the beaches” moment; though we have been a theatre of the Third World War since the Stolen Election of 2016. But we have never before fought a war of survival against our own captured state.

     In this great cause of liberty, equality, truth, and justice for all, of the American Way as a free society of equals wherein we are guarantors of each other’s universal human rights and rights as citizens who are co-owners of the state, I offer us all the Oath of the Resistance as it was given to me by Jean Genet in Beirut 1982, in a burning house, in a lost cause, in a time of darkness and terror; “We swear our loyalty to each other, to Resist and cease not, and abandon not our fellows.”

      He wrote it in Paris 1940 for the new Resistance, rephrased from the oath of the French Foreign Legion he took in 1928; he said it was the finest thing he ever stole. And we now find ourselves in a parallel situation to that of Vichy France, and must engage the imposed conditions of struggle by the same means and strategies as then; hopefully we have learned a few new tricks since then. But Solidarity is the keystone, with Disbelief and Disobedience on either side.

     This, this, this.

       When they come for one of us, let them be met with all of us.

           As written by AP in NBC News in an article entitled Protesters across the U.S. decry Trump administration policies; “Demonstrators gathered in cities across the U.S. on Wednesday to protest the Trump administration’s early actions, decrying everything from the president’s immigration crackdown to his rollback of transgender rights and a proposal to forcibly transfer Palestinians from the Gaza Strip.

     Protesters in Philadelphia and at state capitols in California, Minnesota, Michigan, Texas, Wisconsin, Indiana and beyond waved signs denouncing President Donald Trump; billionaire Elon Musk, the leader of Trump’s new Department of Government Efficiency; and Project 2025, a hard-right playbook for American government and society.

      “I’m appalled by democracy’s changes in the last, well, specifically two weeks — but it started a long time ago,” Margaret Wilmeth said at a protest outside the Statehouse in Columbus, Ohio. “So I’m just trying to put a presence into resistance.”

      The protests were a result of a movement that has organized online under the hashtags #buildtheresistance and #50501, which stands for 50 protests, 50 states, one day. Websites and accounts across social media issued calls for action, with messages such as “reject fascism” and “defend our democracy.”

     Outside the state Capitol in Lansing, Michigan, a crowd of hundreds gathered in freezing temperatures.

     Catie Miglietti, from the Ann Arbor area, said Musk’s access to Treasury Department data was especially concerning. She painted a sign depicting Musk puppeteering Trump from his outraised arm — evoking Musk’s straight-arm gesture during a January speech that some have interpreted as a Nazi salute.

“If we don’t stop it and get Congress to do something, it’s an attack on democracy,” Miglietti said.

     Demonstrations in several cities piled criticism on Musk and the Department of Government Efficiency.

     “DOGE is not legit,” read one poster on the state Capitol steps in Jefferson City, Missouri, where dozens of protesters gathered. “Why does Elon have your Social Security info???”

     Members of Congress have expressed concern that DOGE’s involvement with the U.S. government payment system could lead to security risks or missed payments for programs such as Social Security and Medicare. A Treasury Department official says a tech executive working with DOGE will have “read-only access.”

     Trump has signed a series of executive orders in the first couple of weeks of his new term on everything from trade and immigration to climate change. As Democrats begin to raise their voice in opposition to Trump’s agenda, protests have multiplied.

     Demonstrators strode through downtown Austin, Texas. They assembled in Atlanta’s Centennial Olympic Park for a march to Georgia’s state Capitol and gathered outside California’s Democratic-dominated Legislature in Sacramento. In Denver, protests coincided with nearby operations by Immigration and Customs Enforcement agents and an unspecified number of people detained. Protesters in Phoenix chanted “deport Elon” and “no hate, no fear, immigrants are welcome here.”

     “We need to show strength,” said Laura Wilde, a former public school occupational therapist in Austin. “I think we’re in a state of shock.”

    Thousands protested in St. Paul, Minnesota, where 28-year-old Hallie Parten carried a Democratic presidential campaign sign, revised to read “Harris Walz Were Right.” The Minneapolis resident says she was motivated by fear.

     “Fear for what is going to happen to our country if we don’t all just do something about it,” Parten said.

     At Iowa’s Capitol in Des Moines, protesters who joined the anti-Trump movement went inside to counter a registered event by the conservative parental rights group Moms for Liberty. The anti-Trump protesters shouted over the speakers in the rotunda for about 15 minutes before law enforcement pushed them outside, removing four demonstrators in handcuffs.

     In Alabama, several hundred people gathered outside the Statehouse to protest actions targeting LGBTQ+ people.

     On Tuesday, Alabama Gov. Kay Ivey promised to sign legislation declaring that there are only two sexes, male and female — echoing Trump’s recent executive order for the federal government to define sex as only male or female.

     “The president thinks he has a lot of power,” the Rev. Julie Conrady, a Unitarian Universalist minister, told the crowd. “He does not have the power to determine your gender. He does not have the power to define your identity.”

       As written in The Guardian in an article entitled What is USAid and why does Trump dislike it so much?: The US agency distributes tens of billions of dollars’ worth of aid every year and is a key tool to promote soft power around the world; “Donald Trump’s administration has confirmed plans to merge the US international aid agency USAid into the state department in a major revamp that would shrink its workforce and align its spending with Trump’s priorities.

     The secretary of state, Marco Rubio, declared himself the acting administrator of the agency and employees have been locked out of its Washington DC headquarters, while others have been suspended.

     Trump has entrusted Elon Musk, the billionaire heading his drive to shrink the federal government, to oversee the project. On Sunday, Trump said USAid had “been run by a bunch of radical lunatics, and we’re getting them out”, while Musk called it “a criminal organization” without providing any evidence and said it was “time for it to die”.

     What is USAid and how is it funded?

     USAid was established in 1961 by Democratic president John F Kennedy at the height of the cold war with the aim of better coordinating foreign assistance, already a key platform of US foreign policy in countering Soviet influence.

     It now administers about 60% of US foreign assistance and disbursed $43.79bn in the 2023 fiscal year. According to a Congressional Research Service (CRS) report this month, its workforce of 10,000, about two-thirds of whom serve overseas, assisted about 130 countries. USAid is funded by Congress, based on administration requests.

     The CRS said USAid helps “strategically important countries and countries in conflict; leads US efforts to alleviate poverty, disease, and humanitarian need; and assists US commercial interests by supporting developing countries’ economic growth and building countries’ capacity to participate in world trade”.

     Its top aid recipients in 2023 were Ukraine, Ethiopia, Jordan, Democratic Republic of Congo, Somalia, Yemen, Afghanistan, Nigeria, South Sudan and Syria.

     How much does the US spend on aid and how does it compare with other countries?

     While the US gives more official government aid than any other country, its contribution as a percentage of national income is at the bottom of the list for wealthy countries in 2020, according to figures from the Organization for Economic Co-operation and Development.

     In 2023, Norway topped the list at 1.09% of gross national income, while the US lagged at 0.24%, along with Slovenia, the Czech Republic and Spain.

     In recent years, according to a Brookings Institution report from September, US aid spending has been about 0.33% of gross domestic product. It peaked at 3% of GDP in the 1950s with the Marshall plan program to rebuild Europe after the second world war. During the cold war, it ranged from 1% to a little less than 0.5%.

     Nevertheless, in the 2023 fiscal year, the US as a whole disbursed a total of $72bn in assistance worldwide, and about 42% of all humanitarian aid tracked by the United Nations in 2024. The funds covered everything from women’s health in conflict zones to access to clean water, HIV/Aids treatments, energy security and anti-corruption work.

    Why does Trump oppose the agency’s work?

     In an executive order on 20 January, Trump announced a 90-day pause in most of foreign aid, saying the “foreign aid industry and bureaucracy are not aligned with American interests and in many cases antithetical to American values.

    “They serve to destabilize world peace by promoting ideas in foreign countries that are directly inverse to harmonious and stable relations internal to and among countries,” it said.

     In a memo, the administration urged USAid workers to join the effort to transform how Washington allocates aid in line with Trump’s “America First” policy and threatened disciplinary action for ignoring the orders. The actions rang alarm bells from refugee camps in Thailand to Ukraine war zones with humanitarian organizations and UN agencies saying they could face drastic curbs on their ability to distribute food, shelter and healthcare.

     A source with knowledge of USAid’s workings said folding it into the state department would be a big departure. USAid has in the past been able to provide humanitarian assistance to countries with which Washington has no diplomatic relations, including Iran and North Korea. This has sometimes helped build bridges, the source said, and the benefit could be lost if its operations were purely tied to political objectives.

     Is support for foreign aid bipartisan?

     According to Brookings, Democratic administrations and lawmakers have historically been more supportive than Republicans, but every postwar president, whether Democrat or Republican, has been a strong proponent of foreign aid – apart from Trump.

     It noted that proposals by the first Trump administration to cut the US international affairs budget by a third were rejected, as were attempts to delay congressional consideration of supplemental foreign aid legislation in 2024. And in a bipartisan vote in June, 80% of the members of the Republican-led House of Representatives rejected an amendment to eliminate foreign assistance from the fiscal 2025 budget.”

       As written by Andrew Roth in The Guardian, in an article entitled Doge v USAid: how Elon Musk helped his acolytes infiltrate world’s biggest aid agency; “USAid security personnel were defending a secure room holding sensitive and classified data in a standoff with “department of government efficiency” employees when a message came directly from Elon Musk: give the Doge kids whatever they want.

     Since Donald Trump’s inauguration last month, a posse of cocksure young engineers answering to Musk have stormed through Washington DC, gaining access to government computer systems as part of what Senator Chuck Schumer has called “an unelected shadow government … conducting a hostile takeover of the federal government”.

     The young men, who are all under the age of 26 and have almost no government experience, have tapped into the treasury department’s federal payment system and vacuumed up employment histories at the office of personnel management (OPM). Roughly 20 Doge employees are now working out of the Department of Education, the Washington Post has reported, and have gained access to sensitive internal systems there too. On Wednesday, the Wall Street Journal reported they had infiltrated the Centers for Medicare and Medicaid Services and accessed key systems as well.

     The young engineers, whose identities have been confirmed to the Guardian, wanted the same at USAid. One of them, Gavin Kliger, was a 25-year-old techie who has defended the failed attorney general nominee Matt Gaetz as a victim of the “deep state” and claimed he had left behind a seven-figure salary to join Doge and “save America”. Another, Luke Farritor, 23, was a former SpaceX intern who had been given top-level clearances to USAid systems and had requested similar to Medicare and Medicaid. A third, Jeremy Lewin, was an AI specialist also reportedly assigned to the General Services Administration. A superior planned to lobby the CIA for a clearance for him after he failed to gain access to a secure area.

     Some US officials had begun calling the young engineers the “Muskovites” for their aggressive loyalty to the SpaceX owner. But some USAid staff used another word: the “incels”.

     The Guardian has identified three calls by Musk to USAid’s political leadership and security officers in which he demanded the suspensions of dozens of the agency’s leading officials, and cajoled and threatened senior USAid officials to give his acolytes private data and access to restricted areas. At one point, he threatened to call in the US Marshals Service.

     One USAid employee said that the calls by Musk, two of which have not been previously reported, showed he had effectively usurped power at the agency even from the Trump administration’s political leadership. “Who is in control of our government?” the person said. “[Doge] basically showed up and took over.”

     In the Heritage Foundation’s Project 2025, USAid had been presented as a pilot test for a large-scale overhaul of the federal government that would downsize agencies and arbitrarily move federal employees to looser contracts that made them easier to fire.

     “If the Trump administration is successful here, they’re going to try this everywhere else,” said Senator Andy Kim of New Jersey, a former USAid employee who came to protest alongside fired and furloughed workers outside the agency’s headquarters on Monday. “This is just the beginning.”

     But it has also been a primer on how Doge operatives have inserted themselves into federal agencies and cajoled and bullied their way to access their most sensitive systems. This account of Doge’s infiltration of USAid is based on interviews with more than a dozen current and former USAid, state department and other officials briefed on the events of the last week.

     Security staff initially rebuffed the engineers’ efforts to talk their way into the secure rooms, called sensitive compartmented information facilities (Scifs), because they didn’t have the necessary security clearances. But that evening, Musk phoned a senior official at USAid to demand access for his subordinates, the first of numerous calls to officials and employees of Doge at USAid that have continued into this week.

     Inside the building, chaos reigned. Areas that were once declared restricted, with limitations on electronics such as phones and watches, suddenly loosened their security protocols to allow in uncredentialed outsiders. Doge employees were said to obscure their identities to prevent online harassment, a tactic that was repeated at other agencies. And Peter Marocco, the controversial new director of foreign assistance at the state department, was stalking the halls and meeting in private with the Doge employees.

     By Friday, things had gone further downhill. After a tense all-hands meeting with senior staff, and outsiders in the sixth-floor conference room, the young engineers rushed around the offices with their laptops, plugging cords into computers and other electronics as they gathered data from the agency.

     After the meeting, Matt Hopson, a Trump appointee for USAid chief of staff, abruptly resigned. Jason Gray, the acting administrator, was removed from his position. The secretary of state, Marco Rubio, was soon to announce that he was the new administrator of USAid and appoint Marocco as his deputy. Musk was closing in on his goal.

     The Doge employees had open access to rooms throughout the sixth floor, including the offices of the administrator’s suite. But the Scifs were still off limits.

     At USAid, a newly installed leadership was formally in charge. But the real power lay with Marocco and Doge, which was plotting how to wind down the agency, a plan that Trump endorsed on Tuesday afternoon as he confirmed that teams were backed by the White House. That evening, USAid announced it would put all its direct-hire personnel around the world on administrative leave, a decision that would affect thousands of employees and their families.

     Inside of USAid, the operation to shut down the decades-old operation was being run by Marocco, four engineers in their early 20s and the Doge leadership that contacted them by phone.

     “It’s all being driven through Doge right now,” said a current USAid official, adding that Doge engineers in USAid headquarters continued to field calls from Musk and Marocco on Monday. “The folks in the building are turning the system off for [USAid employees], they’ve kept a small number of people from the different bureaus to help understand what programs will be kept and not kept, what the footprint will look like.”

     The tension at USAid headquarters came to a head on Saturday evening, when Doge employees demanded access to the Scif on the agency’s sixth floor. They were stopped by the agency’s top security officer, John Voorhees.

     Among those present was Steve Davis, according to one current and one former USAid official. Davis, a Musk deputy, has worked with the billionaire for more than 20 years at SpaceX and the Boring Company. He reportedly sometimes slept in the Twitter offices to help Musk slash costs there after he acquired it in 2022.

     The argument over access to the Scif had grown verbally heated and senior Doge staff threatened to call in US marshals to gain access to it. During that standoff, according to one account made to the Guardian, a call was again made to Musk, who, as Bloomberg first reported, repeated the threat to involve the US Marshals Service.

     Shortly after, Voorhees was placed on administrative leave and the Doge staffers entered the Scif. They took over the access control system and employee records. Within hours, the USAid website went down. Hundreds of employees were locked out of the system that weekend, and many still don’t know their status. (The Guardian has seen emails in which USAid administrators admit they do not know the employment states of current USAid officials.)

    “I’ve been furloughed, I guess?” said one contractor with 15 years of experience for the bureau for humanitarian assistance, where she had helped coordinate urgent responses in Ukraine, Gaza, Somalia and Latin America. “I don’t know what my status is but I don’t think I work here right now.”

     By Monday, Kliger wrote an email to all staff at 12.42am to tell them not to bother coming into the building that day.

     The incident has illustrated how Doge employees with Musk’s backing were able to override USAid leadership and bypass government procedures for accessing restricted areas with classified materials, fueling criticism that his agency is a national security risk.

     “Did Secretary Rubio allow this kind of access by Musk’s employees?” asked Kim. “It worries me about USAid but if it’s happening here, I’m guessing it’s probably happening at all these other national security agencies.”

      Formally, Rubio has delegated responsibility to Marocco, who has been pressed by congressional staffers to give details of the changes affecting USAid and the $40bn in foreign aid it manages each year.

     “The question at hand is: who’s in charge of the state department?” Senator Brian Schatz told the Guardian. “So far the answer has been Pete Marocco.”

     Doge did not respond to questions about what security clearances, if any, the engineers held. “No classified material was accessed without proper security clearances,” wrote Katie Miller, a Doge spokesperson, on social media.

     But Scifs are regulated by a strict protocol and it is unclear who could have verified the Doge employees’ credentials and filed the necessary paperwork to allow them to enter.

     Inside the building, staffers said that Doge cultivated a culture of fear.

     “It’s an extreme version of ‘who do you trust, when and how?’” said Kristina Drye, a speechwriter at the agency, who watched dozens of senior colleagues escorted out of the building by security. “It felt like the Soviet stories that one day someone is beside you and the next day they’re not.”

     People started meeting for coffee blocks away because “they didn’t feel safe in the coffee shops here to even talk about what’s going on”, she added.

     “I was in the elevator one morning and there was an older lady standing beside me and she had glasses on and I could see tears coming down under her glasses and before she got off her elevator she took her glasses off, wiped her eyes, and walked out,” she said. “Because if they see you crying, they know where you stand.”

    As written by Glenn David in reference to the podcast Lights On With Jessica Denson; “Dear Congressman, I am so disappointed in you and the rest of your colleagues for not speaking up doing the right thing on January 6 and making sure that the worst domestic terrorist in the history of our country would not occupy our White House. I hope you know by now that it is clear that the election was a fraud. I hope you know by now that Kamala Harris actually won the election. I’m not sure why you continue to attempt to think that we have a democracy at this point. Our democracy ended on January 6, 2021. The coup attempt on that day came to a successful completion on January 6, 2025. You had a hand in that successful coup. Everything that has happened since the phony inauguration day for an illegally occupying president was so predictable and so avoidable had you done the right thing. Now we are looking at a complete fascist takeover and a complete dissolution of our constitution. There have been so many impeachable offenses in the last two weeks and still no action from you or your colleagues to the point where it makes a difference. Talk is cheap and actions speak volumes. What has to happen before you actually do something of value for this country? Please listen to the attached video as I hope that you have heeded all of the information I have sent you previously. The people of this country do not want an insurrectionist, malignant narcissist, pathological lying dictator who wants to take everything from the bottom 98% and give it to the already sickeningly wealthy. We are doing our part to resist fascism and defend our constitution, I think it is time our elected officials do so as well.”

     What is to be done, as Lenin asked in the essay that began the Russian Revolution?  As I wrote in my post of February 10 2025, Resist ICE By Amy Means Necessary; If They Come For One Of Us, Let Them Be Met With All Of Us;      If you see ICE agents, send up a general warning. Photograph and publish their identities. Track them to their lair, picket their homes, flash mob them, set false trails and load the sites they raid with protestors.

     Never let police take anyone alone; they are both infiltrated by white supremacist terrorists and coordinating actions with them as deniable assets like the Oathkeepers, and states are now hiring bounty hunters with no security clearances or training and paying one thousand dollars per human deported, and that means anyone nonwhite, citizen or not, a policy which has hit the Native American Tribes as racist state terror.

     One armed thug with a badge cannot abduct a target when three of us intervene; one hundred enforcers of racist state terror cannot overcome a thousand who Resist.

     Herein a word of caution; do not meet force with force, fear with fear, terror with terror. Leave evil to the evildoers. This I advise not as a moral principle, but as a strategic one when the imposed conditions of revolutionary struggle include a nominally democratic state which may be brought into alignment with its constitutional ideals of the equality of all human beings under the law and of the co-ownership of the state by its citizens, through mass action, solidarity, and performance of the Four Primary Duties of a Citizen: Question Authority, Expose Authority, Mock Authority, and Challenge Authority.

      The great secret of authority as power, force, and control is that it is hollow and brittle, and becomes meaningless without legitimacy.

      The Fourth Reich and its figurehead Traitor Trump and the Party of Treason are counting on losing some of their enforcers to mob violence as a pretext for the occupation of America by federal troops under martial law, a trick they tried four times during the Black Lives Matter protests using police provocateurs and campaigns of arson, looting, and random violence to delegitimize the protests against racist police violence and seize the narrative. In this the enemy failed; during months of mass protests in over fifty cities throughout our nation, only one act of violence by anyone other than police and their co-conspirators happened,, and that was when our Antifa comrade Michael Reinoehl returned fire when fired upon when confronting a motorcade of 600 armed fascists on August 29 2020 in Portland Oregon, and was assassinated by a police death squad days later.

     The goal of authority in centralizing power is to win legitimacy, and our goal as revolutionaries is to delegitimize authority and seize the moral high ground. We now find ourselves in a similar situation to that of Gandhi versus the British Empire, and his very elegant solution which tipped the balance was the Salt Tax Protest, during which hundreds of nonresisting Indians were systematically beaten with clubs by police on camera and before the stage of history, reported to the world with the words; “The British Empire has lost any claim to the moral high ground in India.”      

     Always the question of the social use of force remains central to any action versus or interrogation of evil in its origins as fear, power, and force in recursive processes of the Wagnerian Ring of Power, and any seizures of power in liberation struggle against systems of oppression and unequal power and the state as embodied violence, especially under imposed conditions of struggle which include brutal repression of dissent and thought control by enforcers of the carceral state and its elite hegemonies of wealth, power, and privilege.

     This goal of delegitimation of authority does not override our duty of care for others; if a man kneels on another’s neck he is a murderer and we are obligated to stop him by any means necessary, and if a man points a gun at another let a hundred guns reply.

     Everything devolves to fear, power, and force, a maelstrom which only love can free us from, and we who hunt monsters must be very careful not to become so ourselves. As Nietzsche warned; “Those who hunt monsters must be careful lest they also become monsters; and when you look too long into the Abyss, the Abyss looks back into you.”

     In the end, all that matters is what we do with our fear and how we use our power; do something beautiful with yours.

     As I wrote in my post of September 3 2024, Anniversary of the Assassination of Antifascist Comrade Michael Reinoehl: Violence, Responsibility, the Social Use of Force, and Our Duty of Care For Others; On this terrible day we mourn the extrajudicial and political assassination by police, ultimately under the command of the Fourth Reich Triumvirate of the President of the United States Donald Trump, Attorney General William Barr, and Acting Homeland Security Secretary Chad, four years ago of a committed fellow antifascist and brother in the great struggle against white supremacist terror and the carceral state of the Fourth Reich, Michael Reinoehl, who has in a live broadcast interview publicly claimed responsibility for killing in self defense a member of a violent racist terror organization on August 29 2020 in Portland.

     To whom does responsibility in such a tragedy belong? First responders are immune from prosecution for trying to save lives because of the doctrine of our duty of care for others; does this not also apply as a general humanitarian principle to intervention to prevent our own death and that of others? Who perpetrates the threat or use of deadly force, displays or fires guns at others to intimidate or kill them, is responsible for the harm their actions cause; so also with organizations of terror which arm, train, fund, and provide communications and logistics support for them, regardless of whether they are a deniable asset of state terror such as the Patriot Prayer group which fielded the perpetrator, police who hide behind the immunity and authority of their badges to enforce elite hegemonies of wealth, power, and privilege and authorize others in the commission of acts of terror, or those who provide ideology and authorization, logistics and communication, and other organizational infrastructure for them as a conspiracy of white supremacist terror, even if it originates from the White House.

     I now wish to clarify publicly and irrevocably that I neither endorse violence nor the avoidance of responsibility for our actions; anyone who reads my writing will realize that I believe violence is a result of unequal power and of fear, and this informs and motivates everything else. We have a right to defend ourselves and others from harm, but not to compel virtue by force. My abhorrence of the social use of force is the basis for my opposition to law and order, prisons, police, surveillance, tyranny, state force and control, normality and other people’s ideas of virtue or idealizations of beauty, state authorization of identities, and violations of our rights of conscience and of bodily autonomy. I envision a society free of the use of social force and without violence.

     As to public confrontations as theatre; I understand the value of public image and presence and of protest in raising awareness of a cause, and especially in the four primary duties of a citizen in the face of unjust authority to question, expose, mock, and challenge authority, and the inviolable principle of solidarity which means that if they come for the marginalized and the oppressed we come for them, and in my world you stand with those who stand with you, but this does not imply an endorsement of ridiculous macho posturing, the fetishization of guns and other male jewelry, or the valorization of warlike displays of toxic masculinity which may become preconditions and incitements to violence. This is especially true where guns are involved; their power is seductive and malign. The fetishization of instruments of violence normalizes and precedes violence.

     Who bears arms bears death, has chosen to bear death among us and has degraded every human relationship and interaction to a kill or no kill decision.

     Choose life.

      But never let this stay your hand in defense of the lives and liberty of yourself or of others; for who respects no laws and no limits can hide behind none. To fascism I give the only reply it merits; Never Again! And to tyranny I say; Sic Semper Tyrannis.

     I am a monster and a hunter of monsters, and mine is a hunter’s morality; I have no use for anything which limits our ability to confront and destroy threats such as fascist terror and tyranny, which must be met on its own ground, beyond all laws and all limits.

      War to the knife; and we must be very cautious that our actions serve the cause of liberty and not tyranny, and bring hope.

     What is the great lesson of Michael Reinoehl, murdered by police assassins for the murder of a fascist terrorist?

      Let us remember always that the use of social force obeys Newton’s Third Law of Motion and creates its own counterforce, and remember the warning of Nietzsche; “Those who hunt monsters must be careful lest they also become monsters; and when you look too long into the Abyss, the Abyss looks back into you.”

      Here endeth the lesson; or maybe not. For I have used a word throughout my witness of history and eulogy for a comrade which is itself a ground of struggle; Antifascist. A word that cuts slices, polarizes, incites, damns or grants permission, identifies friend or foe, confers nobility of purpose, and engulfs the world in the fires of transformation and rebirth symbolized in the stolen fire of the gods of our Torch of Liberty.

     As I wrote in my post of July 31 2020, A Useful Past: What is Antifa?; What do we mean when we say we are Antifascists? What do our enemies mean when they use the term? These mirror reverse meanings face us Janus-like in dialectical contradiction as negative spaces of each other like Escher’s Drawing Hands, and while factions struggle to control the narrative in the media I don’t see much direction provided by anyone speaking as an Antifa-identified voice. I’m changing that, for I speak to you today as the founder of Lilac City Antifa.

     In calling Antifa a terrorist group, Trump has inverted its values and libeled every American serviceman, from those who fought in World War II to our entire military services today, for they have been the primary force against fascism and tyranny throughout the world. I am an American patriot and an Antifascist; and if our flag is on your uniform, you are one of us.

     The Second World War has been much studied, filmed, and written about; but of course what we mean when we speak of Antifa today proceeds from the history of those whose public service of vigilance in exposing and confronting fascism developed from the partisans of that conflict and from the Allied military and intelligence services sent to assist them in the liberation of Europe, from the Resistance and from those who hunted escaped Nazis after the war.

    To begin with, both the OSS which became the CIA and the Jedburgh teams which became the Green Berets or US Special Forces originate as antifascist forces, and this is true generally of the European intelligence and special operations forces and community born and forged in the war against fascism.

     One may discover strange and unlikely allies in the Antifascist community because of this history; and we may say the same of enemies. Both our allies and our enemies are partners in a dance, wherein we choose our futures and how to be human together.

     A very specific historical context and tradition informs and motivates those who, like myself, use the term Antifascist as a descriptor of identity; I have appended some articles on this useful past, but Antifa is a personal choice to work against fascism and may sometimes be a component of an ideology or belief system but is not an organization. No one calling themselves Antifa speaks for or answers to anyone else; it is a nonhierarchical and mutualistic network of alliances. This is intentional, as it makes our network of alliances impossible to infiltrate, and though we contain members of many nations security and military services, no one can give orders to anyone else. There is no special tie nor fraternal handshake; membership is by declaration.

     To claim you are Antifa is to be Antifa. This means whatever we intend when we say it.

     For myself, to be an Antifascist is to belong to a tradition of resistance which originates in the Second World War, a war that has never ended but went underground. I look also to the American Revolution against imperial tyranny and colonial inequality and to the Second American Revolution and the great crusade of Abolition against slavery that was the Civil War, to the Paris Commune and the Garde Militaire which survives it, and to our direct origins in the Italian Arditi del Popolo, the Antifaschistische Aktion direct action forces of the German Democratic Socialists from whom we inherit our name, the International Brigades of the Spanish Civil War, and the Resistance, for antecedents and inspiration. For the principles which I feel are consistent with Anti-fascism, see my repost below of the original proclamation with which I founded Lilac City Antifa.

      Proclamation of Lilac City Antifa: Resistance Against Fascism and Tyranny

     We, the People of Lilac City and of America, being of all imaginable varieties of historical origin, race and ethnicity, gender and sexual personae, faith and the lack thereof, class and status, and all other informing and motivating sources of becoming human and frames of identity as yet undiscovered, declare our independence from fear and from authorized identities, boundaries of the Forbidden, images and narratives of ourselves made for us by others as instruments of subjugation, the tyranny of false divisions and categories of belonging and exclusionary otherness among us.

    To make an idea about a kind of people is an act of violence.

     We stand united as human beings whose universal rights depend on no government but on the inherent nature of our humanity, and as American citizens and co-owners of our government in a free society of equals, inclusive of all who so claim and declare as heirs of the legacy and idea of Liberty and of America as an historical expression and manifest form of its ideals and values, among these being freedom and the autonomy of individuals, equality as an absolute structural principle in law and ideal in social relations, truth and its objectivity and testable nature and our right to seek and verify and to communicate it which includes freedom of the press and the right of access to information and from surveillance and all forms of thought control, justice and its impartiality, and a secular state in which freedom of conscience is absolute and there can be no compulsion in matters of faith.

     We are a web of human lives which connect us with one another and anchor us to our Liberty, to our history and to our future, and we are resolved to our common defense as human beings and as Americans, and to the mutual safety and freedom of ourselves and of others from fascist violence and intimidation, coercion and the social use of force, in the performance of our identities and in our rights of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.

    We are American patriots and heirs to the glorious tradition of resistance by those who stood for Liberty at the balance points of history, at Saratoga and Yorktown, Gettysburg, Normandy, and many others, against the three primary threats of tyranny, inequalities of race and gender and slavery in all its forms, and fascism which combines and expands them, as we must always do against the atavistic forces of barbarism and the nightmares of totalitarian force and control which threaten our nation and our civilization, against what madness and evil may together do.

     We must unite together as free citizens who will not be broken by fear, but instead embrace our differences as a strength and a heritage purchased for us all by the blood of our sacred dead in countless wars throughout our history.

    To all those who have offered their lives in our service, members and veterans of the military and other security services: join us. If our flag is on your uniform, you are one of us. For America is a Band of Brothers, sworn to one another and to the defense of our union, with liberty and justice for all.

     To all enemies of America and a free society of equals: We are many, we are watching, and we are the future.

     Join us in resistance, who answer fascism and tyranny with equality and liberty.

      I am an American patriot and an Antifascist. Pledge thus with me:

     I swear zero tolerance for racism or the supremacy of any persons by categories of identity, racist violence and white supremacist terror, ethnic cleansing and genocide, hate and its symbols and speech, for all fascisms of blood, faith, and soil, and for all inequalities and divisions of exclusionary otherness and victimization of the dispossessed and the powerless.

      I will make no compromise with evil.

      As you have sworn to challenge and confront fascism, therefore I offer you the Oath of the Resistance as it was given to me in Beirut in 1982 by Jean Genet; here is the story of how it happened, and of my true origin.

     During the summer before my undergraduate senior year of university in San Francisco, I had set out on a culinary Grand Tour of the Mediterranean, learning to cook the food I loved, and was in Beirut when Israel invaded Lebanon and trapped me in a city under siege. Feral bands of soldiers were roaming the streets, committing atrocities; one such unit of the Israeli Defense Forces set some children on fire, laughing and making bets on how far they could run screaming before they fell into pools of blackened ruin and their screams became silent.  I found myself fighting them; others joined me, and more joined us. From that day forward I was part of the defense of Beirut against the siege.

     A fabulous café that had the best strawberry crepes in the world lay on the far side of a sniper alley, which my friends and I made an extreme sport of dashing across to reach breakfast while the occasional bullet impacted the wall behind us. One day we arrived in our usual high spirits when an elegant gentleman sat at my table, and speaking in French began a conversation with, “I’m told you do this every day, race against death for breakfast.”

     To which I replied, “We have nothing but moments stolen from death; these alone belong to us, and set us free. It’s a poor man who has no pleasures worth dying for.”

    He smiled and said, “I agree”, and so began our conversations at breakfast in the last days before his capture, unforgettable days for this is where he set me on my life’s path of struggle for liberty against tyranny and autocracies of state force and control, for equality against racist violence and injustice, and against the fascism which combines both state tyranny and racist terror.

     He introduced himself as a former Legionnaire by the name of Jean, was mischievous, wise, immensely learned in classical scholarship and possibly had once been educated as a priest, and filled with wild stories about the luminaries of modern European culture. I was stunned when I discovered days later that my strange new friend was one of the greatest literary figures of the century. I had quoted The Thief’s Journal in refutation of something he said, which he found hilarious, while we were discussing Maurice Blanchot’s interpretation of Nietzsche’s Thus Spake Zarathustra as compared to that of Georges Bataille, a conversation which remained unfinished as he couldn’t stop laughing. Eventually he sputtered, “I myself am Jean Genet.” To me he remains a Trickster figure and part of my historical identity and personal mythology.

     There came a day when the barricades were overrun and our neighborhood along with it, one of our last days together. With the streets suddenly filled with Israeli soldiers running amok in a sack of murder, arson, and other vileness of terror and inhumanity, our house set on fire and about to be burned alive as the soldiers called for us to come out and surrender, and the discovery of our only weapon being the bottle of champagne we had just finished with our strawberry crepes, I asked my breakfast companion if he had any ideas. To this he replied with a very Gallic shrug and another question, “Fix bayonets?”

     We laughed, and he elaborated; “When all hope is lost, we are free to do impossible things, glorious things.” This advice I find necessary to recall from time to time, and which I recommend to you all.

     Then he asked, “Will you surrender?’

     To which I replied, “No.”

    “Nor I,” he said, standing. “As I share with you now, pass to others at need; this is an oath I devised in 1940 from the one I took as a Legionnaire, for the resistance to the Nazi occupation. It may be the finest thing I ever stole.”

     And so I offer to all of you the Oath of the Resistance as it was given to me by the great Jean Genet in a burning house, in a lost cause, in a time of force and darkness, in a last stand and an act of defiance beyond hope of victory or survival; “We swear our loyalty to each other, who answer tyranny with Liberty and fascism with Equality. We shall resist and yield not, and abandon not our fellows.”

     To fascism and the idea that some of us are better than others by condition of our birth there can be but one reply; Never Again.

     We escaped capture that day because we were led through the checkpoints of the encirclement by an unlikely ally, a figure who materialized out of the background at the far end of the alley and walked over to us grinning. This was the sniper whom my friends and I had been playing our games with for two weeks, who had been utterly invisible and had outwitted every attempt to track, trap, ambush, or identify him, and who had in fact besieged the city from within. He held out his hand to me and I shook it as he said, “Well played, sir. I’ve tried to kill you every day for fourteen days now, but the Israelis have occupied the city, and this changes everything. We have a common enemy, and they don’t know that, so I’m in a position to help you. But I can’t fight them alone. Want a partner?”

     So began a great adventure and friendship, which I share with you now in the context of the nature of antifascist resistance because it illustrates something which can never be forgotten by anyone who does this kind of work; human beings are not monsters, are deserving of human doubt, and are never beyond redemption.

     The struggle between good and evil in the human heart often pivots and balances on the differences between the purpose of the use of force; to punish transgression when inflicted by authority as an act of subjugation and repression against the powerless, or to seize power and to protect the powerless as a duty of care. Be very sure you know which cause your actions serve.

     The end goal of Antifascism, and of revolutionary struggle and liberation, is to achieve a free society of equals who are guarantors of each other’s humanity, in which we can abandon the social use of force.

     Such a day will not be easily won, nor quickly, even with seizures of power, for the systems of oppression in which we are embedded also inhabit our flesh as living stories, and we must escape the legacies of our history if we are to create ourselves anew in a free society of equals.

     Of our histories, memories, identities let us remember always this; there are those we must escape and those which must be kept, and if we are very lucky they are not always the same.

Protests against ICE violence in Minneapolis – in pictures

https://www.theguardian.com/us-news/gallery/2026/jan/26/protests-against-ice-violence-in-minneapolis-in-pictures

Eight people have died in dealings with ICE so far in 2026. These are their stories: The high-profile killings of Minneapolis residents Alex Pretti and Renee Nicole Good are only two among many

https://www.theguardian.com/us-news/2026/jan/28/deaths-ice-2026-

‘ICE Out’ strike and protests: what to know about demonstrations across the US

Hundreds of actions are set to take place across the country on 30 and 31 January to protest against ICE violence

https://www.theguardian.com/us-news/2026/jan/29/ice-out-strike-protests-explained?fbclid=IwY2xjawPre9dleHRuA2FlbQIxMQBzcnRjBmFwcF9pZBAyMjIwMzkxNzg4MjAwODkyAAEe3Q6EGA8PUjcOaafd9LT1436bsTvjcApCpxKnxVhUXLkuNIWY8KwkjhVq9y8_aem_DWmVhBJNXNpSa8QGBxjF2g

Backing down isn’t an option’: Minnesota ICE shootings mobilize Americans to join ICE observer groups

https://www.theguardian.com/us-news/ng-interactive/2026/jan/31/ice-observer-document-immigration-agents

What to know about the third No Kings protests happening in March

Demonstrations will be held across the US against ICE’s reign of terror with flagship event in Twin Cities

https://www.theguardian.com/us-news/2026/jan/28/third-no-kings-protest-march-minnesota-ice

               The Minneapolis Revolt, a retrospective of my writing

January 24 2026 Martyr of Liberty Alex Pretti

January 23 2026 Liberty Versus the ICE White Supremacist Terror Force of the Fourth Reich In the Battle of Minneapolis: the Case of Liam Ramos and the Three Thousand Eight Hundred Stolen Children

January 8 2026 Ice White Supremacist Terror Force Murders White Female Citizen Renee Good

  What you can do, Robert Reich

                    Antifa: a reading list

Antifa: The Anti-Fascist Handbook, by Mark Bray

The Antifa Comic Book: 100 Years of Fascism and Antifa Movements

by Gord Hill

Philosophy of Antifascism: Punching Nazis and Fighting White Supremacy

by Devin Zane Shaw

Transatlantic Antifascisms: From the Spanish Civil War to the End of World War II, by Michael Seidman

Writers’ Block: The Paris Antifascist Congress of 1935, by Jacob Boas

Rethinking Antifascism: History, Memory and Politics, 1922 to the Present

by Hugo García Fernández (Editor), Mercedes Yusta Rodrigo (Editor), Xavier Tabet (Editor), Cristina Clímaco (Editor)

         Historical Origins of Antifa: the Resistance

Resistance: The Underground War Against Hitler, 1939-1945,

Halik Kochanski

Fighters in the Shadows: A New History of the French Resistance, Robert Gildea

The Resistance – the French Fight Against the Nazis, Matthew Cobb

                        Guerilla War, a reading list

On Guerrilla Warfare, Mao Zedong

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/113625.On_Guerrilla_Warfare

Guerrilla Warfare, Ernesto Che Guevara

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/153117.Guerrilla_Warfare

Fundamentals Of Guerrilla Warfare, Abdul Haris Nasution

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/15930141-fundamentals-of-guerrilla-warfare?ref=nav_sb_ss_1_58

Seven Pillars of Wisdom: A Triumph, T.E. Lawrence

Behind The Burma Road, William R. Peers, Dean Brelis

People’s War People’s Army: The Viet Cong Insurrection Manual for Underdeveloped Countries, Võ Nguyên Giáp

                News of 2025

     Lights On with Jessica Denson

     Lights on! Americans answered the call for a 50-state 50-protest (50501), and are flooding the streets to demand action against the hostile takeover by illegitimate president Trump and his foreign national controller Elon Musk. Jessica Denson, who spearheaded the #14thNOW movement to block Trump’s illegal presidency, is joined by friends and activists across the country, as well as former White House ethics lawyer Richard Painter to discuss the criminal and civil actions that must be taken now.  Jessica reports, LIVE.

Podcast archive of Lights On   https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLFcdKlXn3-cQJT3UkacF0OL_tOleHoHWm

Join the #14thNOW movement: https://nowmarch.org

Join American Opposition: https://americanopposition.org

Glenn David’s FB page

https://www.facebook.com/glenn.vogelsang.7

Solidarity: The Past, Present, and Future of a World-Changing Idea, Leah Hunt-Hendrix, Astra Taylor

Without Solidarity, the Left Has Nothing, By Eóin Murray in Jacobin

https://jacobin.com/2024/06/solidarity-hunt-hendrix-taylor-review?fbclid=IwY2xjawIR7K5leHRuA2FlbQIxMQABHdtYfb_FcIct_SqCBY_5WnZ_p5pEdKg6EooebMsRHiH1PRIJnj06020nVw_aem_xxyihPKd0oIqbLrJB03SEQ

Trump gravely miscalculates how much Americans care about USAID as backlash strengthens, Rachel Maddow MSNBC

Protesters across the U.S. decry Trump administration policies

https://www.nbcnews.com/news/us-news/protesters-us-decry-trump-administration-policies-rcna190861?fbclid=IwY2xjawIR3XZleHRuA2FlbQIxMQABHZNFLZj6vbB_RcKl4XivAjZuRvg3hFp3psObNgJFdYPSYp1zJGjn-ALEww_aem_61GsCc9F34kikGBZ0MiwSw

The “Rapid Unscheduled Disassembly” of the United States Government,

 by Charlie Warzel, The Atlantic

https://theatln.tc/3jiTLds4

What is USAid and why does Trump dislike it so much?

https://www.theguardian.com/us-news/2025/feb/04/what-is-usaid-donald-trump-elon-musk-foreign-aid-freezes

Deaths predicted amid the chaos of Elon Musk’s shutdown of USAid

https://www.theguardian.com/global-development/2025/feb/04/deaths-predicted-amid-the-chaos-of-elon-musks-shutdown-of-usaid

Charities reeling from USAid freeze warn of ‘life or death’ effects

https://www.theguardian.com/global-development/2025/jan/28/charities-reeling-from-usaid-freeze-warn-of-life-or-death-effects

Trump’s aid freeze will drive migration from Latin America, experts warn

https://www.theguardian.com/us-news/2025/jan/30/trump-aid-freeze-latin-america

Trump’s aid freeze shuts down ‘gold standard’ famine-monitoring system

https://www.theguardian.com/global-development/2025/jan/31/trumps-aid-freeze-shuts-down-gold-standard-famine-monitoring-system

Doge v USAid: how Elon Musk helped his acolytes infiltrate world’s biggest aid agency

https://www.theguardian.com/us-news/2025/feb/05/musk-doge-takeover-usaid?fbclid=IwY2xjawIR025leHRuA2FlbQIxMQABHVgGfuCtdKMJVd7x6OfXSvmj63r0ydhuv4PBjwafL_KvLKgDzuvDHj0ZGw_aem_HIlc3JfHmtuO5dsq63aN_w

Trump ally Peter Marocco behind evisceration of USAid: ‘He’s a destroyer’

January 30 2026 Anniversary of The Return of Our Clown of Terror, Traitor Trump, Most Successful Russian Agent to Ever Attack America, Figurehead of the Fourth Reich in the Global Subversion of Democracy, and Now Once Again Our Rapist In Chief, Who Began His 2024 Presidential Campaign on this the Anniversary of His Idol Hitler’s Seizure of Power as Chancellor of Germany

      There are some things beyond the limits of the human; things which defy being named, taxonomized, reasoned through. Things which seize us with nameless shuddering, primal terror, abjection in Julia Kristeva’s terms or the Uncanny Valley effect, things which seen beyond our understanding or control; this is their purpose when deployed as shock and awe tactics, which Donald Trump, madman of perversions, violations of normalities, values, and ideals of America and democracy, and the psychopathy of power that he is, has used with intent to render us helpless in terror and awe in choosing to begin his Presidential campaign in our shameful 2024 elections on the anniversary of Hitler’s seizure of power as Chancellor of German in 1932.

     As with his model and hero, it doesn’t get better from here.

     I, however, am not afraid, and no pain or use of force can compel my obedience, nor am I alone in this.

     With enough wealth, unchecked propaganda, and the collusion of hegemonic elites with Russia, a foreign enemy regime which has unleashed World War Three upon humankind, in the infiltration and subversion of our institutions and values as a free society of equals, democracy remains vulnerable to capture through its own electoral process.

     The soft underbelly of democracy is the influence of hegemonic elites, and this has always been true; when Plato attempted to test his theories of  democracy in the mightiest nation of his age, the Empire of Syracuse, it collapsed into utter ruin within a few years for the same reasons ours is collapsing now. So also did the Roman Republic fall and become the Roman Empire under the same social divisions as divides us now, in the contest between Julius Caesar and Pompey Magnus for the fate of civilization. And with the origin of political parties in the fans of the Blue and Green chariot racing teams in Byzantium, this polarization became institutionalized as ours is today.

    This is the ground of struggle to which the enemy has taken us, and here we must resist, disbelieve, disobey, and perform the Four Primary Duties of a Citizen; Question Authority, Expose Authority, Mock Authority, and Challenge Authority.

     America needs a more fair and equal system of checks and balances to prevent any future tyrant from seizing power from the top and politicizing our justice and security services, depoliticize our justice system and reorganize the Supreme Court with limited terms, abolish the electoral college and change the method of choosing our leaders to a one citizen one vote ranked choice system wherein all citizens have equal power regardless of where they may live and the monopoly on political power by two parties who conspire together to speak and act for us is broken, abolish Citizens United and purge big money from our elections, limiting political messages by impartial fact checking and deplatforming of liars and deceivers, reinstate and universalize to all media the Fairness Doctrine abandoned by the loathsome war criminal Reagan nearly forty years ago which opened the door to the fascist capture of America through propaganda, and ruthlessly liberate our right of free speech from its parasite of hate speech.

     I’m sure we can all think of more changes we must enact to protect our common future; these come to mind immediately.

    Truth, equal citizenship and the power of the vote, and limiting and deauthorizing the power of the Imperial Presidency; these are the main lines of attack of fascism and tyranny against our nation, and the grounds of struggle we must win in the Restoration of Democracy.

     As I wrote on this day tree years ago, in the shadows of the national protests for racial justice in the wake of the horrific police murder of Tyre Nichols, with whose images of brutal death Trump simultaneously announced his intention to recapture the state and institute a regime of white supremacist and Gideonite patriarchal terror.

      This he has now done, and generalized the case of Tyre Nichols to us all. Here I must signpost that when the state has the immunity to kill its citizens at will, no one is safe; as proof I offer the cases of Renee Good and Alex Pretti.

     Trump’s 2024 campaign for the Presidency opened with the offices of our legislative oversight of elections become a stacked deck of Big Lie Biden election deniers courtesy of a Republican Party still controlled by its fascist faction.

     This was and now remains a balance point of democracy and tyranny, and a moment of extreme peril, for without America as a guarantor of democracy the lights of civilization will begin to go out, one by one, until nothing but fascist tyranny remains, and humankind is consumed by centuries of wars of imperial dominion between totalitarian regimes.

      As I’ve been saying since the vision of our possible futures which seized me when I was momentarily dead at the age of nine from the force wave of a police grenade during the most terrible incident of state terror in America since the Civil War, when then- Governor Reagan ordered the police to open fire on the students on Bloody Thursday, May 15 1969 in People’s Park Berkeley, we face a future of six to eight hundred years of tyranny and total global war, with vanishingly remote chances of human survival as civilization collapses in nuclear annihilation, hideous bioweapons, and genocides.

     We have a brief moment of history in which to change that fate, as our nations devise terrifying new forms of war and social control with which to enslave us, now exported globally by China from its vast slave labor camp and laboratory of state terror Xinjiang, as well as Russia and Israel, and if we cannot find the political will to purge our destroyers from among us and seize our power to determine our own lives, we doom ourselves.

    The American Fourth Reich and Putin’s Imperial Russia declared in thius day two years ago their intention to capture our nation yet again, and in Trump’s election campaign weaponized the murder of Tyre Nichols and other nonwhite citizens as a rallying point for their Nazi-Confederate-Fundamentalist voting and fundraising base. They have shown us the future they want to condemn us all to, dying alone under the boots of the police.

     In the streets of America in 2026 they are doing exactly this, with the ICE white supremacist terror force and its mission of ethnic cleansing leading the way. I regret to inform you, what follows will be unimaginably more terrible still.  

     How if we refuse to let others die alone, and stand together in solidarity and resistance?

      Trump slept with a copy of Mein Kampf in place of a Bible on his nightstand for many years, dreaming of the return of Hitler’s Reich, and was among the cultists of Charles Manson who share his vision of a race war which will consume America in division and terror. He has shown us who he is; now we must show history who we are, we Americans, we Band of Brothers, sisters, and others.

      We need only answer hate with love, division with solidarity, fear with hope, and we will be victorious. For the great secret of power is that it is hollow and brittle without the legitimacy of its authority, and force finds its limit in disobedience and disbelief. 

      Who refuses to submit becomes Unconquered and free, and this is a kind of victory which cannot be taken from us, this defining act of becoming human.

     Who do we want to become, we humans? Masters and slaves, or a free society of equals?

     Such are the stakes of our elections, now become a political total war to escape a literal one, as the echoes and reflections of the Third World War now being fought in Ukraine, Africa, the Middle East, and most especially in Russia and America begin to destabilize the global economy and political order.

     We fight here and now, with electoral and legislative action, we write, speak, teach, and organize democracy, and we fight in a War to the Knife of Resistance against tyranny and fascism, under occupation by an amoral enemy who does not believe we are fellow human beings, and for whom no atrocity is forbidden.

      I have seen that future at Mariupol and Gaza; just as the world has seen it again in the murder of Tyre Nichols.

      So I offer all of you the Oath of the Resistance as it was given to me by Jean Genet in Beirut 1982; “We swear our loyalty to each other, to resist and yield not, and abandon not our fellows.” He said it was the finest thing he ever stole, revised in Paris 1940 from his oath as a member of the French Foreign Legion.

     And I swear to you that if we do this, all of us together, resist beyond hope of victory or even survival and unite in solidarity, abandon none, everybody in and no human an outsider, cede nothing to the enemy, we will become Unconquered and be victorious over those who would enslave us.

     For we are many, we are watching, and we are the future.     

     As I wrote in my post of March 23 2021, The Government of America Declares Proof of Russian Sabotage of Our Elections; A new repost confirms what we have known since the Stolen Election of 2016; that Russia sabotaged our elections to put its agent Trump at the apex of power in America to violate our ideals and values, monkeywrench our institutions, and subvert our democracy to create a puppet state tyranny, a conquest designed to give Russia a free hand in its conquest of the Ukraine, Syria, and Libya and in its conflict with Turkey for dominion of the Middle East and the Mediterranean. This comes as no surprise and is no news to any astute observer; but knowing a thing is true and having the government of the United States officially announce and authorize it as true are very different.

     Always pay attention to the man behind the curtain.

     Both the stakes and the terms of the game between America and our former conqueror Russia have changed with this announcement, and so must our scenarios, plans, and intentions.

     This opens possibilities in Libya and Syria, and throughout Africa and the Middle East, but also in Russia itself where Navalny leads the opposition to Putin in heroic defiance, and in Belarus and other nations where democracy challenges tyranny. A restored and revitalized America under Biden may once again champion the cause of Liberty throughout the world, and reclaim our historic role as a guarantor of democracy and the Rights of Man.

     I of course will wait for no one, and trust no promises to champion our humanity by any authority, Biden very much included; while our mighty dither, appease, prevaricate, and seek advantage in our shared public trauma and pain, I will act to bring a Reckoning to fascist tyranny and terror, and to bring a Restoration of America and democracy throughout the world By Any Means Necessary, to use the phrase coined by Sartre in his 1948 play Dirty Hands in reference to Trotsky’s essay Our Morals and Thiers, and made immortal by the magnificent Malcolm X.

     Join us.

     As written by Zachary Cohen for CNN, US intelligence report says Russia attempted to interfere in 2020 election with goal of ‘denigrating’ Biden and helping Trump; “The Office of the Director of National Intelligence released its declassified report on foreign threats to 2020 US elections Tuesday, which concludes that foreign adversaries — including Russia — did attempt to interfere.

     Russia’s efforts were aimed at “denigrating President Biden’s candidacy and the Democratic Party, supporting former President Trump, undermining public confidence in the electoral process, and exacerbating sociopolitical divisions in the US,” it says. “Unlike in 2016, we did not see persistent Russian cyber efforts to gain access to election infrastructure,” the report notes.

     The report also stated that there are “no indications that any foreign actor attempted to alter any technical aspect of the voting process in the 2020 US elections, including voter registration, casting ballots, vote tabulation, or reporting results.”

     That conclusion echoes what the Department of Homeland Security’s cyber arm said the day after the 2020 presidential election. “Over the last four years, the Cybersecurity and Infrastructure Security Agency (CISA) has been a part of a whole-of-nation effort to ensure American voters decide American elections. Importantly, after millions of Americans voted, we have no evidence any foreign adversary was capable of preventing Americans from voting or changing vote tallies,” CISA said at the time.

     The report also describes efforts by Iran and China to interfere in the elections. “We assess that Iran carried out a multi-pronged covert influence campaign intended to undercut former President Trump’s reelection prospects-though without directly promoting his rivals-undermine public confidence in the electoral process and US institutions, and sow division and exacerbate societal tensions in the US,” it says. “We assess that China did not deploy interference efforts and considered but did not deploy influence efforts intended to change the outcome of the US Presidential election,” it adds.

     “Foreign malign influence is an enduring challenge facing our country,” said Director of National Intelligence Avril Haines. “These efforts by U.S. adversaries seek to exacerbate divisions and undermine confidence in our democratic institutions. Addressing this ongoing challenge requires a whole-of-government approach grounded in an accurate understanding of the problem, which the Intelligence Community, through assessments such as this one, endeavors to provide.”

     As I have said many times of what the Trump era reveals about us; Thanks for showing us what’s under your masks, Republicans; Treason, Racism, Untruth, Misogyny, Predator.

      And now we are once more swallowed whole like Jonah and the whale, and with the capture of the state and the and the dismantling of its institutions as planned in Project 2025 including the test case of Trump’s executive order to defund the federal government entirely which shut it all down this week, the imposed conditions of struggle have changed catastrophically and driven us far nearer to the Civil War the fascists intend.

     To this I say; all Resistance is War to the Knife, for an enemy which does not regard us as human cannot be negotiated with, and who so ever respects no laws and no limits may hide behind none.

    Let us give to fascist tyranny and terror the only reply it merits; Never Again!

     God Bless America; we’re going to need it.

Powers of Horror: an Essay on Abjection, Julia Kristeva

http://users.clas.ufl.edu/burt/touchyfeelingsmaliciousobjects/Kristevapowersofhorrorabjection.pdf

Takeover: Hitler’s Final Rise to Power, Timothy W. Ryback

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/181346414-takeover

How Hitler Dismantled Democracy in 30 Days, Ryback’s article in The Atlantic

     For those who wish to study Our Clown of Terror as an example of the failure of humanity and the subversion of democracy, how monsters are shaped by the depravities and moral collapse of racism and patriarchy as illnesses of power and how our inner and outer worlds inform, motivate, and shape one another, here is my reading list:

       Trump, a Study In Psychopathy and the Theatre of Cruelty, a reading list

Fear: Trump in the White House, Rage, by Bob Woodward

Fire and Fury: Inside the Trump White House, Siege: Trump Under Fire,

by Michael Wolff

Surviving Autocracy, by Masha Gessen

Fascism: A Warning, by Madeleine K. Albright

How Fascism Works: The Politics of Us and Them, How Propaganda Works, by Jason Stanley

Strongmen: Mussolini to the Present, by Ruth Ben-Ghiat

On Tyranny: Twenty Lessons from the Twentieth Century, The Road to Unfreedom: Russia, Europe, America, by Timothy Snyder

Authoritarian Nightmare: Trump and His Followers, by John W. Dean, Bob Altemeyer

How Democracies Die: What History Reveals About Our Future, by Steven Levitsky, Daniel Ziblatt

What Were We Thinking: A Brief Intellectual History of the Trump Era,

by Carlos Lozada

Trump Is F*cking Crazy: (this Is Not a Joke), by Keith Olbermann

Too Much and Never Enough: How My Family Created the World’s Most Dangerous Man, by Mary L. Trump

Trump on the Couch, Dr Justin Frank

The Dangerous Case of Donald Trump: 27 Psychiatrists and Mental Health Experts Assess a President, by Bandy X. Lee

Dangerous Charisma: The Political Psychology of Donald Trump and His Followers, Leaders and Their Followers in a Dangerous World: The Psychology of Political Behavior, by Jerrold M. Post

The Cult of Trump: A Leading Cult Expert Explains How the President Uses Mind Control, by Steven Hassan

Commander in Cheat: How Golf Explains Trump, by Rick Reilly

A Very Stable Genius: Donald J. Trump’s Testing of America, by Philip Rucker

All the President’s Women: Donald Trump and the Making of a Predator, by Barry Levine

Insane Clown President: Dispatches from the 2016 Circus, by Matt Taibbi

The Mueller Report, by The Washington Post

Where Law Ends: Inside the Mueller Investigation, by Andrew Weissmann

True Crimes and Misdemeanors: The Investigation of Donald Trump, by Jeffrey Toobin

A Case for the American People: The United States v. Donald J. Trump, by Norman Eisen

Proof of Collusion: How Trump Betrayed America, Proof of Conspiracy: How Trump’s International Collusion Is Threatening American Democracy, Proof of Corruption: Bribery, Impeachment, and Pandemic in the Age of Trump, by Seth Abramson

The Enemy of the People: A Dangerous Time to Tell the Truth in America,

by Jim Acosta

American Carnage: On the Front Lines of the Republican Civil War and the Rise of President Trump, by Tim Alberta

Donald Trump v. The United States: Inside the Struggle to Stop a President,

by Michael S. Schmidt

Trump and His Generals: The Cost of Chaos, by Peter Bergen

The Best People: Trump’s Cabinet and the Siege on Washington, by Alexander Nazaryan

American Nero: The History of the Destruction of the Rule of Law, and Why Trump Is the Worst Offender, by Richard Painter

Everything Trump Touches Dies: A Republican Strategist Gets Real About the Worst President Ever, by Rick Wilson

Disloyal: The True Story of the Former Personal Attorney to President Donald J. Trump, by Michael Cohen

The Room Where It Happened: A White House Memoir, by John R. Bolton

Unhinged: An Insider’s Account of the Trump White House, by Omarosa Manigault Newman

It Was All a Lie: How the Republican Party Became Donald Trump, by Stuart Stevens

The Man Who Sold America: Trump and the Unraveling of the American Story,

by Joy-Ann Reid

Devil’s Bargain: Steve Bannon, Donald Trump, and the Storming of the Presidency, by Joshua Green

The Plot to Commit Treason: How Donald Trump Pulled Off the Greatest Act of Treachery in US History, by Malcolm Nance

Russian Roulette: The Inside Story of Putin’s War on America and the Election of Donald Trump, by Michael Isikoff, David Corn

House of Trump, House of Putin: The Untold Story of Donald Trump and the Russian Mafia, by Craig Unger

The Apprentice, by Greg Miller

Collusion, Shadow State: Murder, Mayhem, and Russia’s Attack on the West, by Luke Harding

The Plot to Destroy Democracy: How Putin and His Spies Are Undermining America and Dismantling the West, by Malcolm W. Nance

The Grifter’s Club: Trump, Mar-a-Lago, and the Selling of the Presidency, by Sarah Blaskey

Dark Towers: Deutsche Bank, Donald Trump, and an Epic Trail of Destruction, by David Enrich

The Death of Truth: Notes on Falsehood in the Age of Trump, by Michiko Kakutani

Hoax: Donald Trump, Fox News, and the Dangerous Distortion of Truth,

by Brian Stelter

Audience of One: Television, Donald Trump, and the Fracturing of America, by James Poniewozik

https://www.theguardian.com/commentisfree/2023/jan/30/what-would-have-saved-tyre-nichols-life?CMP=share_btn_link

https://www.theguardian.com/tv-and-radio/2023/jan/30/putin-vs-the-west-review-like-a-gripping-terrifying-soap-opera?CMP=share_btn_link

https://www.theguardian.com/books/2017/dec/14/collusion-how-russia-helped-trump-win-the-white-house-by-luke-harding-review

https://www.mcsweeneys.net/articles/the-complete-listing-atrocities-1-1-056

https://www.republicaninsurrectionists.com/the-insurrectionists

January 29 2026 Curating a Casual to Business Casual Wardrobe Built Around Odd Jackets: An Experiment Toward Scientia Vestiaria, a Science of Vestments As Artifacts of Material and Social Culture As Identity, Membership and Belonging, Power and Authority

While what we wear and why is an interesting subject because it is pervasive throughout all human activity, it is also a curious one because it lies at an intersection of semiotics, history, social anthropology, and the psychology of identity.

     Herein I intend to provide an example from my personal life of how all four disciplines interrelate and ways in which their critical methods and analytical and interpretive tools compound and illuminate how we choose to become human in the construction and presentation of identity, membership, and self-construal in the context of a new science of vestments, of wardrobe and clothing, which I invent with this essay, in Latin Scientia Vestiaria.

      Meanings are fluid and context-dependent; this is the First Principle of the semiotics of clothes and wardrobe as a system of signs.

      The Second Principle is that clothing evolves from, expresses, and reflects  history, both the conditions of material culture and the social matrix in which it is embedded.

     And the Third Principle is that clothes signal membership and other claims of identity, and also signal, create, and reinforce authority, both within social hierarchies of class systems.

     In this I apply the schema which I use to interrogate current events and politics in terms of meanings, origins, and consequences as probable futures as I have for over forty years now, using methods from my disciplines of scholarship literature, history, psychology, and philosophy, inspired by a book I read as a senior in high school working through the trauma of a near death experience in 1974 Sao Paulo, my near execution by a police death squad very like those of Fyodor Dostoevsky by the Czar’s secret police in 1849 and Maurice Blanchot by the Nazis in 1944, the book being The Psychopathic God, the foundational study of Hitler from his speeches by Robert G.L. Waite which launched me on my academic career in four part harmony.

      Here follows an experiment drawn from my personal history of discovering and creating a wardrobe to wear both while attending classes at university and later while teaching high school and coaching the debate team, and can also be worn at leisure, built around Odd Jackets.

     What is an Odd Jacket?

      Any jacket worn with trousers of a different fabric is an Odd Jacket, and one step down in social hierarchy and formality from a two or three piece business suit of identical cloth.

     Our goal with this organizational principle of curating a wardrobe around Odd Jackets that can pivot between Casual and Business Casual levels of formality is to build ensembles around a versatile and unifying master element of which very few are needed, which minimizes initial cost, and can be worn throughout the day at work and play, to the office or at dinner. You can in fact begin with two jackets; a navy and grey flannel, and build out from there.

Resplendent Wardrobe, my Pinterest board for ideas and inspiration

https://pin.it/6X747KWOK

    These first two resources make a reasonable introduction to Ivy Style, which originates in university wear and now permeates a broad swath of our culture as a signal of elite class membership and privilege. It’s a claim to authority just below that of a business suit of identical cloth; you only need an actual suit if you work in one of the Four Noble Professions; doctor, lawyer including politician, financier, business management, or require one for Cocktail Dress events. I have owned only one three piece suit in my life, a charcoal pinstripe Brooks Brothers bought in graduate school.

The Ivy Style Primer  (orientation essay) note: all the links that failed to transfer are from Gentlemen’s Gazette, just search there by the keywors of the article. its the finest menswear resource for historical origins available. https://www.gentlemansgazette.com/

Ivy Style (a fabulous archive of sartorial splendor in historical context)

https://www.ivy-style.com/

The Rake (generally informative and inspiring on all aspects of masculine presentation of self in clothes and idealizations of masculine beauty)

https://therake.com/stories/rake-style

What is East Coast Yacht Club Style  (a primary target of appropriation)

    To disambiguate, its also the difference between what I wore to my own classes as a student at university and to teach high school on the casual side and Speech Tournament Dress for both students and coaches which is what you’d wear as a lawyer to appear in court.

     What is important here is that what we wear claims, assigns, and expresses our level of authority in our society; what value our word and our judgement carries in the eyes of others, some of whom are gatekeepers of the wealth, power, and privilege we are trying to seize for ourselves, especially when young and finding our place in the world.

     This is about storming success filter institutions and seizures of power as revolutionary struggle. Always there remains the ground of struggle between the stories we tell about ourselves and those told about us by others; this is the first revolution in which we all must fight as we grow up and become human, the ownership of ourselves.

     As I entered university I needed a wardrobe to live in which would make my professors notice and hear me as gatekeepers of success, and in order to find my tribe and build useful relationships I needed my peers as arbiters of membership to judge me on their terms to be within the boundaries of belonging and not beyond as an Other.

     So I began to study the culture of the Ivy League, which sits at the pinnacle of power in America as apex predators, myself being already something of a character and a very odd thing indeed, and in no way a member of that gilded class who went to private schools like St Georges at Newport and now staked their territory as future owners and rulers of the nation at Harvard and Yale. I thought of this as a pit fight with hidden rules I must understand to survive, filled with people who could destroy or elevate me at their whim. I needed a wolfskin, to run with the pack.

      Years later a friend, impresario and producer-director of the infamous Berkeley live cast Indecent Exposure of the Rocky Horror Picture Show with whom I performed now and again, John Liddle whose stage name as Riff Raff was Dr John, dubbed me with the show name of Gatsby, and in retrospect he was exactly right.

     A strange and strangely wise man, Dr John; long gone now, like the beautiful illusion he created of a world where everyone belongs, no matter how different.

     Those who have shared our stories and our lives bear parts of us with them into the Unknown, like “the last gold of expired stars” as Georg Trakl put it.

He lives now as a character in a novel I wrote half a lifetime ago, set at the RHPS as it was and peopled with fellow cast members, in a bizarro world not our own. It’s about why utopias fail, as America and democracies throughout the world are doing under the hammer of fascist tyranny and terror; but that is a story for another time.

     When I exhort the practice of performing your identity upon the stage of the world, the violation of normalities, transgression of the Forbidden, and subversion of other people’s ideas of virtue as sacred acts of chaos and as seizures of power, I am being quite literal.

      We are made of stories, and identity is a kind of theatre.

     In the assembly of a wardrobe for the character I was about to play in the theatre of my life at university I had two starting advantages; familiarity with the target and a skilled guide.

      First, I had been on my high school Forensics or speech and debate team all four years at high school, taught and coached by my father, and spending Saturdays at tournaments where all the boys wore a jacket and tie, dressed to storm the ramparts of privilege or to defend it as future doctors, financiers, lawyers, business kingpins. This was actually a level of formality above my own target of university wear, but I was already enculturated to wear a tie when in public.

     Second, my debate partner from high school and fellow fencing team member Scott MacDonald, son of the math and science teacher, and staying with us while doing his masters in finance, was putting himself through university managing a men’s clothing store like I was doing teaching martial arts, and he set me up with a starting ensemble to show up to classes in.

    This included a fine trench coat for foggy San Francisco with four fall and one spring jacket; a navy blazer with khakis and light grey flannel slacks, a grey cashmere jacket with charcoal trousers of Italian superfine 180’s wool and cords in a similar dark tone, a camelhair jacket with cream flannel cricket trousers and pinstriped slacks in midnight blue, a brown herringbone tweed jacket to be worn with the same grey flannel or khakis as the navy blazer which is the sailing counterpart to hunting tweeds, and a gorgeous and utterly unique summer silk and linen jacket in contrasting bundled weaves of mermaid blue and ivory paired with tropical wool and linen pants in sea grass green and Vermeer’s signature cornflower blue. With several spread collar shirts and ties and pairs of shoes and belts in cordovan and cognac, it would still today make a great starter wardrobe for a young fellow.

     From my first day of class for the next decade, I was also managing my own business teaching martial arts as Lale’s Kung Fu Academy of Sonoma, an hour’s drive from my undergrad university in San Francisco or grad school at UC Berkeley, and in this role I also changed my presentation of self to acquire greater authority and trust.

     As I wrote in my post of December 13 2025, Dressing the Part: On Wardrobe as a System of Signs In the Performance of Identity; Our fate unfolds with great sensitivity to initial conditions, and I created the person I wished to become for the roles of teacher and scholar beginning with an event which shaped my perception of such tasks of identity construction and self-construal and my tactical and strategic approach to this primary mission; being a businessman mistaken for a thief.

     I had opened a bank account when I purchased a business license as a martial arts teacher to put myself through university at San Francisco State an hour’s drive from our family home in Sonoma; we had just moved as my mother got a job teaching English there after my father retired from teaching in Ripon in the central valley south of Stockton with its warrens of old canals surrounding the deepwater port in the heart of the farmlands.

     I had about fifty dollars and wanted to study English Literature because I believed that it would help me to think better in general, as our use of language determines the kinds of thoughts we are able to have and people write exactly as they think, a notion I got from my teenage enthusiasms for Wittgenstein’s Tractatus-Logicus Philosophicus and James Joyce’s Finnegan’s Wake.

     So I had no money but a skill I might sell, after ten years of studying martial arts. I figured I could buy a pizza or a business license, but with the license I might pay my own way and have enough left over for a pizza every week. It turned out to be a bit better than that.

     I walked into my bank in my black Gurkha pants and field shirt wearing a very beautiful double breasted black leather World War Two tank commander’s jacket in glove leather that moved with me like a second skin, and a teller hit the police call button. We quickly sorted out the confusion as I had been depositing to my account, but I never wore my fighting clothes on the street again. Especially if actually en route to a fight, as calling attention to myself was the very last thing I needed when making mischief.

      When I began teaching high school three years later, still a Junior undergraduate myself as my sister was just entering high school and we had started a Forensics class for her as Sonoma Valley HS didn’t have a speech and debate program, and on the first day of class our mother was in surgery and no one else on staff knew the subject but I had four very successful years of it on my father’s debate team, I re-evaluated my role and its requirements and came up with one problem that needed to be solved; I looked like and was often mistaken for one of the students and needed to be regarded as an authority figure worth listening to by them.

     I knew exactly what was de rigeur as a Forensics coach and teacher from my four years of high school tournaments on Saturdays, and could build out from there to achieve an ever changing wardrobe for everyday wear as a teacher using multiple combinations from a few core pieces, but upon reflection not what won immediate attention, respect, and obedience to orders by unruly teenagers, and there were nuances. So once again I began studying how authority is cued by the semiotics of what we wear, and carefully curated my wardrobe to convey the image I wished.

     In the curation of wardrobe as an intentional construction of identity and presentation of self, I find it useful to first write a brief statement of the character I wish to play organized around the values I wish to express, then assign elements which convey these ideas.

     For example; I am a precise man, of surfaces like the edge of a knife, intentional and deliberative in my actions and in the undisturbed and wrinkleless serenity, dramatic creases, and regimental alignment of myself and my attire, and always with an element of staged unpredictability or intentional chaos called sprezzatura in Italian, a word coined by Baldassare Castiglione in his 1528 The Book of the Courtier meaning “to conceal all art and make whatever is done or said appear to be without effort and almost without any thought about it”, all designed to put you off balance, and my gaze draws blood. In this I refer to the Medusa’s appropriation of the Male Gaze as an art of true seeing  and a transformative power which affirms and frees the true selves of others. The goal of all revolutionary struggle is Take Their Power, in this context through appropriation of its symbols.

     In this there is a corollary and counterforce as in all things, for I am also a disciplined man, careful with my words and actions as a surgeon with his scalpel, which I have described as Hannibal Lecter Polite. I call it this to remind myself of four truths regarding the nature of power and the use of social force; first, that all use of force and violence obeys Newtons Third Law of Motion and creates its own counterforce and resistance, important to remember strategically when one is an avenger, second, that all our interventions in the lives of others for good or ill are uses of power even when we think we have none and all that matters in the end is what we do with our fear and how we use our power, third, that good and evil do not exist as objective principles of nature, for these are human words and require human acts to make them real, and four, that all truths are relative, conditional, and changing, and if my truth is different from yours this does not mean that one of us is wrong.

       I practice the embrace of my monstrosity as a prescription for healing our fear of otherness which is the source of diseases of the soul as violence, I practice love as a redemptive power which can free us from the recursive Wagnerian Ring of fear, power, and force from which violence arises and most especially the state as embodied violence, I practice revolutionary politics as the Art of Fear tempered with solidarity according to the Oath of the Resistance “abandon not our fellows”, which references our duty of care for others as guarantors of each other’s humanity, and my personal life mission is to become a fulcrum and change the balance of power in the world by placing my life in the balance with those of the powerless and the dispossessed, the silenced and the erased, all whom Franz Fanon called The Wretched of the Earth. This means that unless you are an enemy of the people, a fascist or criminal who disfigures the human soul and falsifies, commodifies, and dehumanizes others, you have nothing to fear from me, and I will stand with you and help as I can.

      I am not a good man; I can be far more useful than that, if you need allies against systems of oppression and unequal power, for I am a bad man who is on your side. This persona I imagine as Hannibal Lecter the Liberator and not the Tyrant, like Milton’s rebel angel, Prometheus, or Victor Frankenstein. As the Matadors who rescued me from execution by a police death squad in Brazil 1974 said; “We can’t save everyone, but we can avenge.” In the end all that matters is what we do with our fear, and how we use our power.

      Here note that both of these example paragraphs begin with a one word values statement in the thesis. Following sentences articulate a praxis of the value, how it works through action. This is the first step in creating an identity of ones own, a mask like those which actors spoke through in classical Greek drama called persona. 

     Step Two in my process of identity and character creation is to imagine a figure you wish to play; I like listing six characters from literature or film I would like to become or assimilate to myself, then throw a six sided dice to choose who I will live as this day. Herein I must caution with Kurt Vonnegut in Mother Night; “We are who we pretend to be”, so choose wisely, and no matter what the dice say you will have five other identities in reserve. Over time you may develop a palette of internalized voices which can be deployed at need; mine include Captain Picard when I must command and Benedict Cumberbatch’s Sherlock Holmes when I must investigate and solve problems.

     Step Three is to define how you will present and perform these roles, in terms of the elements of a curated wardrobe which reinforces the character, but also in how one moves, gestures, uses space, and speaks. I find it useful to name ensembles. This is exactly how spies, undercover, and infiltration agents create false identities, with additional steps of creating a backstory and establishing the cover identity. It’s a game anyone can play, but here I am interested in how such techniques illuminate self-construal and identity creation as ongoing processes in all of our lives.

     My purpose in this essay is to found a new science, which has practical relevance to everyone.

     This has nothing to do with fashion, except for the historical references embedded in the adaptations of our material culture; why things were worn and when, and the echoes and reflections of society in how they come to be and fall into disuse. Our clothes are about our values, histories, membership and belonging, the class hierarchies and structure of society, who can acquire or holds power and why.

     I studied men’s clothes as a system of signs which cue authority, trustworthiness, and membership, because if you want to be the last guy in a crowd any police will question or to have your word judged with value in avowals as in giving witness, or you need people to follow your orders, this is crucial. Here follows some things I have learned in this mission.

          Casual and sports wear

      Because casual and sports wear is what you will be wearing most of the time, we begin here. Here I signpost that casual wear derives from hunting, riding, and sailing sports, sportwear from tennis, polo, cricket, and golf.

Gentlemanly Pursuits: Hunting & Shooting Attire

Cordings (where to buy)

https://www.cordings.co.uk/us/

House of Bruar (where to buy)

https://www.houseofbruar.com/us/

                        Shirts

     Any casual to Business Casual wardrobe must include the classic Oxford Cotton Button Down shirt, always worn with a casual tie which is why the collar must roll in an S shape; if the collar is straight to the button without space of a tie, its not an OCBD. The OCBD is also a useful place to begin, as your choice of colors and patterns will shape what else can be worn with it and it’s a large canvas framing your face. This is a year long staple wardrobe item and should be chosen with care, for quality, and for a pop of seasonal color.  

      The OCBD is a sport shirt, not a dress shirt; it is the core of the Odd Jacket ensemble which defines it as Casual and not formally Business wear along with the lack of trousers which match the jacket in exactly the same cloth. Its worn with an Odd Jacket, for winter in tweed, flannel, camelhair, and worsted wool of elegant silky surfaces, or for summer in breathable tropical wool, raw silk, linen or combinations thereof.

    The exception for wearing a jacket at all is for sport, when at home, or if an academic when a cardigan can serve this role with more nonchalance as it did for Einstein. Odd Jacket ensembles in the Casual level of formality are worn with cords or khakis seasonally. Many Americans will see this or any jacket and tie ensemble as a suit which it is not; Europeans will see it as something to wear fly fishing, hunting, riding, or puttering around one’s estate.

       A casual tie is silk with little emblems on it signifying ones chosen sport; ducks, foxes, fishes, sailboats or yacht club burgees, or wool knit or challis for winter and for summer cotton in spring pastels, and here think sipping a mint julep in your tropical whites.

      Yes, striped ties, tartans, and those adorned with heraldic, academic, or club insignia can always be worn, providing you are a member of the group it represents, and team colors may be worn by anyone.

      For field sports you will want a tattersall pattern shirt, thin lines like the crosshairs of a scope defining mid size checks on a yellow-tan background. Its worn with tweeds, where for summer a field shirt, which is not an OCBD and lacks a rolled collar as one wears an ascot and not a tie with it, is worn with a safari jacket.

      As to color, many traditionalists will see four and four only solid colors as belonging to the OCBD; white, pink, blue, and buttercream yellow, and no stripes, checks, or so forth. I have a roll collar shirt with a herringbone weave in blue and pink vertical stripes which is very fine, and I gladly violate norms if the result brings me Beauty and joy.

      In general, winter colors for coordinating elements including shirts, pants, ties, pocket squares, and socks are deep and rich jewel tones like burgundy, scarlet, and magenta in reds, midnight, navy, and royal blue, purples of all kinds, bright riding vest yellow, hunter and emerald green.

       Summer colors in soft pastels include pink, French blue, Robin’s Egg blue,  periwinkle, buttercream yellow, sea grass green, and mint.

        Socks like Argyle or the more formal shadow stripe can match a minor color to the base color of the tie or shirt exactly like a pocket square. Do let your pocket square flounce in saucy grandeur.

The Oxford Cloth Button Down Shirt

The Devil’s Cloth : A History of Stripes, Michel Pastoureau

     One step down in formality for summer is the cotton pique polo or tennis shirt, worn when you would wear a t shirt when at home, or when actually playing sports. I have a quiver of these chosen specifically for yard work in my private park, and two kinds chosen for wear when others might see me; a few gorgeous Pebble Beach specimens in technical fabric with exquisite shell buttons, and some regular cotton ones with coded patterns and colors for deploying as targeted signs of membership including a mint and a pink with nautical Go To Hell embroidered figures, a white with navy stripes to signify my love of sailing, and a scarlet and navy, any two colors of equal width being academic or team stripes.

     The rugby shirt, long sleeved with team stripes and a white collar, is the fall equivalent of the polo and can be worn with an Odd Jacket after playing, though this is where the belted camelhair polo coat has its moment, worn like a boxer’s robe. Polo is beautiful and elegant, but remains the closest you can come to a cavalry melee without killing anyone.

Polo Shirts: Your Guide to Buying, Styling, History & More    

The Style and Cultural Heritage of The Rugby Shirt

      In the same level of formality for winter is the flannel shirt, which seldom have rolled collars so you cannot wear a tie with it even if the collar buttons down; it is usually worn with a turtleneck or a Henley underneath. Often these are plaid or tartan, which opens a door of possibilities as a single item of tartan can make a superb accent element in an ensemble.

      If you wear a lot of tartan in season as I do, minimize other patterns and never wear two different tartans together. Like estate tweeds, all tartans convey a rich historical heritage and signal identification, and sometimes declare political or religious affiliation, so do research what you wear.

     My partner Dolly’s family are Scots of Clan MacKay, but very American as we are an ahistorical people who generally care nothing for anyone we don’t personally know including our own ancestors, and I’ll never forget a fight her father nearly started with a Scottish heritage shop owner with an innocent question about his grandmother who was a Dalrymple; “What about the Dalrymples?” because he didn’t know the history. For many Scots, a centuries old grievance is exactly as if it had happened yesterday, just like there are people in Afghanistan who talk about Genghis Khan’s invasion eight hundred years ago like he was just over the next hill and riding on their village, as they will doubtless speak of the American Occupation eight centuries from now.

      This is one aspect of my character in which I am more European than American, for I live in deep time surrounded and interpenetrated with history, just as my love of languages and willingness to look at things from the point of view of people other than myself, and to take people as they are, is unusual for an American.

      Much of what makes our clothes important as a system of coded signs is the history they bear. Are we not made of stories?

How to Wear a Flannel Shirt

Tartan Guide – Traditional Checks and Plaid Patterns

                  Mid layers: Vests & Sweaters

     One can still wear an OCBD with jacket and tie in coldest winter by layering it with a suitable vest like a tweed for field sports or a light cashmere v-neck sweater, which can also be worn with a Business Casual ensemble which keeps the Odd Jacket but trades out shirt, pants, and shoes for the office.

     If its truly cold, forget the Odd Jacket and just wear a turtleneck and winter sweater; you will probably be wearing it under a Barbour waterproof coat when outside, or a longer and more formal Loden coat.  

     In summer when wearing a safari jacket or Tropical Dress Whites, a vest in cream color woven Irish linen is a versatile mid layer at sunset.

Men’s Waistcoats & Vests – What They Are & How to Wear Them

The Sweater Guide

              Sporting Whites

     With sporting whites for tennis, cricket, or golf, ensembles built around the signature polo shirt, one wears the Cable Knit Tennis Sweater, with club colors in two solid stripes at the front v neck. Yes, the v neck means it is intended to be worn with shirt and tie at the club house which extends its utility; if still too warm it is thrown over the shoulders with the arms wound together in the front.          

     If you wear the iconic tennis sweater, you’ll want cream flannel cricket pants called ducks to match.

The Cable Knit Tennis Sweater – Cricket Jumper

Tennis Clothing, Shoes & Apparel For Men

        The Safari Jacket ensemble for warm weather field sports

      The summer equivalent to hunting tweeds is the Safari Jacket ensemble, built around the iconic jacket and hat. Safari jackets are based on British military number four warm weather walking out dress, in crisp Egyptian cotton or cavalry twill, with horn buttons and unlined, worn with field shirt and khaki trousers or Gurkha self belted pants which I preferred for martial arts as they are easy to move in. I bought my first one at the Banana Republic store en route from Sonoma to San Francisco, once specialists in British Raj era sartorial antiquities and had it tailored with side vents and the belt box stitched down at the sides. I wore it with an ascot of silk gauze in French Blue for a splash of color, and sometimes with a custom ascot of chocolate and gold antique kimono silk.

     If you are riding, wear the fabulous jodhpurs with ankle high chukka boots and knee socks; if cold you can wrap wool horse legwarmers spiraling over your socks to the knee. Leather items such as shoes, belts, and gloves look best with khaki in cognac or French tan.   

     Then we crown the ensemble with a safari hat, which is a fedora. I currently wear the Akubra Tablelands rabbit fur hat, adorned with peacock feathers.

Akubra

https://akubra.com.au/

Safari Hat Primer

           The technical gear exception: performance over classic style

     On the subject of wardrobe for sport and adventure travel, you will of course want technical gear of the finest kind, and here my advice is simple; research and buy the best you can for your purpose. You might never need it, but it can save your life if you do.

      I have trekked across unmapped jungles and trackless deserts, sailed seas among nameless islands, and wandered the Himalayas, all of this mainly alone and living by subsistence hunting or with tribal peoples, and I do not exaggerate the perils of being unprepared.

     Every sport and outdoor activity has an enormous range of gear designed for specific purposes, and its folly not to optimize your chances. Many sports are also largely defined by the technology they are played with; try sailing without a spinnaker or climbing without the right shoes if you wish to test my claim.

     For example, I am taking our nightly walks this winter through the rocky hills in shoes designed to handle the snow and ice, Salomon X Ultra Snowpilot Waterproofs, and garbed in a 32 Degree Heat sweat wicking underlayer, fleece lined waterproof trousers, a merino wool sweater, fleece jacket and neck wrap, and Dolly and I have matching Eddie Bauer down jackets in navy, wearing gloves and with a pocket warmer to hold, crowned with the Tyrolean hat my mother brough back from a trip to Austria for me. Its not what I’d choose apres ski at the lodge, but over rough frozen terrain with grades over seven percent in the near total darkness of night its just right.

     For summer walks and yardwork Dolly and I both wear Sun Protection Zone hats, with four and a half inch brims, downcurved and nearly the dimensions of British pith helmets of which I am irrationally fond, and which weigh almost nothing, and we buy long pants and longsleeved shirts of SPF 50 material.

     Yes, I have shorts, t shirts in spring colors, and a collection of around fifty tiki bar shirts worn unbuttoned and untucked, but these are for public events together because Dolly thinks it makes me look more fun.  For sunglasses with my tiki bar shirts I wear Ray Ban Clubmasters in blue tortoise shell with custom mirror lenses in jazz club blue.

      For summer rucking, trail running, and other outdoor training, Salomon XA PRO 3D V9 is a comparable model to Snowpilots, and my alternates are vented Merrill Moab Speed 2s.

      When intending to do things which might include minor cuts, scrapes, and abrasions from crawling, climbing, or moving through dense brush, I wear 511 Tactical gear in their ABR Pro line, superb hunting and fighting wear, like light armor versus the environment and designed for freedom of movement, with lots of handy places for your toys, and best of all doesn’t look military. The absolute last thing you want in most of the world is to be mistaken for an enemy soldier or other high value target.

     My field boots are Salomon 4D Forces 2 ENs in earth brown.

     Dolly and I go to our gym together three or more times a week when in town, and we wear Puma sweats and their Hyrox line; superb stitching, gorgeous piping and detailing, and design for movement, and the downy soft fabric never gets hard or worn even after years of also wearing them around the house like pajamas. Yes, I sleep in them during the winter, and my thanks to German design.

     When its warm I wear Ten Thousand Interval or the sunproof Tactical line if training outdoors, and the 511 Tactical PT-R Havok line, all of which will move with you like living silk.

      I buy gym shoes designed for CrossFit, HIIT, Hyrox, and martial arts training; ultralight, versatile, responsive, stable enough for lifting and designed for explosive movements rather than endurance running; my current favorite is the 8.2 ounce Hoka Solimar, and you won’t go wrong with the original CrossFit shoe, Nike Metcons.

     Finally, one must have socks designed for your activities; anything with seamless toes works for me.  I wear Darn Tough Run COOLMAX Quarter Ultralight Cushion Socks in summer and the Run Quarter Ultralightweight Cushion Socks which are half merino wool in the winter.

511 Tactical

https://www.511tactical.com/

Ten Thousand

Salomon

https://www.salomon.com/

                        Trousers

    Now for the pants; as to casual wear we must begin with the usual khakis to cords for summer and fall. I want full cut ones with front pleats so I can put my hands in the pockets, of thick and soft wide wale corduroy like a near-velvet to snuggle into.

     I do not wear them form fitting to encourage strangers to slap my ass. I do wear them for comfort when leaving the house, when I would be wearing sweats or jeans when at home gardening, cooking, or putting things to order.

    For khakis I look for the same full pleated cut in crisp Egyptian cotton or cavalry twill, and I used Gurkha pants with the twin side buckled self belt, designed to be worn under a regimental or gun belt, to teach martial arts in as it has room for movement and stays glued to your waist when upside down. These can be worn with a safari jacket for summer field sports; I wore mine whenever it wasn’t cool enough for tweed.

     For fall, the next kind of pants I would buy after cords are Donegal tweed and/or flannels; for summer, tropical whites in a linen-raw silk- Egyptian cotton- tropical wool blend of some kind, tropical wool being a semi open weave to let breezes through but opaque to the eye.

Corduroy Guide (Winter Casual)

 Khaki Pants & Chinos: A Classic Style Staple (Summer Casual)

      After the cords to khakis, it is possible to play up the casual and whimsical aspect with Nantucket Reds, mine being Izod Saltwaters, GTH pants, or a single Madras element, especially if your intention is to invite conversation and signal willingness to play.

      One deploys such dominating elements with intent, and in contrast to the rest of the ensemble; its like a red Chinese pavilion in a garden in that it will control your perception of all the rest.

How to Dress Like a WASP: Nantucket Reds

Go To Hell Pants: A Game of Sartorial Chicken

Damned Dapper: The Origins of the Go-To-Hell Look

Madras Guide

                     Sport Coats

     While the Loden and Polo coats can be worn both for sport and at university with the Oxford Button Down Shirt, the Barbour waxed cotton jacket is for hunting, horse riding, and other field sports. I adore the Barbour 1936 International designed for submarine crews and worn by Steve McQueen in a collaboration with Triumph motorcycles; it’s a belted four pocket and essentially a winter safari jacket. Trench coats, Peacoats and Great Coats can veer formal to casual, depending, due to their military origins, and would be among my first choices due to versatility.

Polo Coat Guide

The Aristocrat of Topcoats: Boyer on the Polo Coat

Barbour Waxed Cotton Jacket

The Loden Coat Guide – A Classic Wool Overcoat for Fall & Winter

                      Casual Hats

    Hats are a collectible hobby of mine. I have the new Akubra Tablelands in khaki, the Snowy River in pale grey which is in a drover style so you can dip your head to block the sun when riding, the Filson & Stetson fur felt Wolf Canyon gun club hat, the Optimo Panama hat with round top designed to be folded and slipped into a pocket when indoors with my Tropical Dress Whites, tweed flat caps with Odd Jackets, a Tyrolean hat of black loden for outdoors in winter, and a cream raw silk flat cap rounded on the sides like a cricket baggy with sporting whites.

Panama Hat Guide

Flat Cap & Newspaper Boy Hat Style Guide

                     Odd Jackets

       Our last step in curating a casual to business casual wardrobe is choosing Odd Jackets, the unifying element which hinges between both work and play. You are coordinating jackets to the colors, patterns, and textures of the shirts and other elements you have chosen, and not the reverse.

     Usually and to begin this means tweeds, a navy wool flannel, and a camelhair for winter, and for summer a tropical jacket in open-weave or breathable wool, raw silk, linen or combinations thereof, half lined and minimally structured. Most of mine are Harris tweed, which I collect.

     All of these must be notch lapel simple two or three button jackets that look good when unbuttoned, without a lot of interlining, padded shoulders, or stiffening; and as I am slender and in reasonable condition for an old fossil I prefer mid to narrow lapels and rounded shoulders for movement; in other words, they are sports jackets and not the remnants of old suits.

      This is where you spend your money on custom bespoke clothes, if such is within your limits and you have reached the point of sartorial splendor and tailoring expertise where you cannot find the exquisite details you want off the rack. More’s the pity, you’ll doubtless reach that point quickly enough.

     Choose jackets that look good on you with both casual and more formal business elements; the point is to begin with three or four that can be worn with everything else and in all imaginable social contexts and roles you will commonly be performing your identity in. I always tested the cut by throwing some punches to see if movement is free, and that any instruments of mischief I might carry do not print or are visible in outline under my jackets.

     My original purpose in choosing Odd Jackets as the keystone of a curated wardrobe was to wear something versatile at university, at work teaching high school, or at play boulevardiering in the city where my main attractions were bookstores and cafes with an evening dinner at an intriguing restaurant, and wandering in the woods.

Suit Jackets, Sport Coats, And Blazers: What’s The Difference?

Tweed: What it is and How to Wear it

https://www.houseofbruar.com/us/tweed-what-it-is-and-how-to-wear-it/

Tweed Guide

FLANNEL – The Original Woolen Fall Fabric

Linen Explained – Men’s Summer Fabric Guide

The Blazer Guide

 The Navy Blue Blazer: A Preppy and Ivy Classic

Rowing Blazers: Revised and Expanded Edition, Jack Carlson, F. E. Castleberry

 (Photographs)

The Hacking Jacket Guide  (for equestrian sports; it’s the casual alternative to a formal black show coat as required for dressage or hunt)

Grids, Plaids, and Windowpanes: Checked Patterns in Menswear and How to Wear Them

             Casual Shoes

     Casual shoes include Clarks, which I have worn teaching school and trekking across deserts and jungles without issue, with natural unpolished leather like the Newford Mid Chukka boot in beeswax leather or the iconic suede Desert boots, and shoes which are sport coded like Sperry Topsiders for sailing, or leisure coded like kiltie fringed tassel loafers. I bought Clarks Nature Veldts for twenty years; they had air cushioned soles that didn’t transmit heat or cold, and the nearest item they sell now is the Un Briley Pace. I originally bought these to teach school in, and good teachers never sit down, so you’re on your feet on concrete for eight hours a day just like a laborer in a warehouse.

      I currently have the Nunn Bush direct replacements for the Nature Veldts, Cameron Moc Toe Oxfords in Brown Tumbled and the Cam Moc Toe Slip Ons in Cognac Tumbled, both of which have gorgeous pebbled surfaces, as well as their version of Kilties which are polished shiny surfaced and so perfect for lounging at the club or in Cocktail Attire after work, the Keaton Moc Toe Tassel Slip Ons in Burgundy. Rockport has the Men’s Southport Boat Shoe as a Sperry Topsider alternative, and Nature Veldt comparables Ridgefield Eureka Lace Ups and Eureka Slip Ons, very like Nunn Bush Cam Moc Toes. 

Clarks

https://www.clarks.com/en-us/all-womens-styles/w_allstyles_us-c

Rockport

https://www.rockport.com

                  Business Casual

     To pivot to Business Casual using the same Odd Jackets, trade the other elements up a level in formality.

Business Casual Capsule Wardrobe for Men

                 Shirts

     Trade the OCBD shirts for spread collar shirts in the same colors or dress white if maximum formality is required; I buy Van Heusen Lux Sateen. Go to the white collar Winchester shirt for the most formal business wear.

Winchester Shirts (Contrast Collar) & How to Wear Them

                 Ties

     Ties anchor the ensemble are must be chosen with care; they are also the most densely coded and layered bits of signage you will wear. Your pocket square will coordinate with your tie but not be an identical match, and the major color of the tie should be picked up as a minor color in the square, and both complementing the color of the shirt. Ties become Ancient Madder Silk, wool challis, linen, Macclesfield neats, paisleys, or striped Rep ties. For myself there is only one indispensable tie, the Lipton Dot navy with tiny polka dots tie worn by Churchill. Fight them on the beaches, friends.

     If you insist on leaving the house without a tie when wearing a collared shirt other than polos or rugbys, wear an ascot under the open collar as if you were at home in your dressing gown and had to dash off without finishing getting dressed; ascots can also replace ties when at the club in your velvet smoking jacket.

     There are many beautiful ties, but again research the history and meaning of what you wear as one must never under any circumstances wear a tie which declares membership in anything you are not actually a member of; many are military if striped, or with crests of actual clubs or schools, specifically worn to identify oneself to other such members for comradery, and they will have very little humor about it if you are just wearing it because its lovely. Think of this as a crime of Stolen Valor, wearing militaria of services in which you did not actually serve. By all means wear ties you are entitled to; just be aware that it’s a magnet for other such members to strike up conversations with you, this being its purpose.

      Be aware that meanings can change with where you are, and with whom; my navy and scarlet items chosen because they are the original colors of the cockade of the French revolution when the Bastille was seized in what was intended as the jailbreak of the Marquis de Sade and only later became the famous tricolor when Lafayette added the white stripe of the Bourbon monarchy as a gesture of compromise. The red and blue cockade originated in the colors of the City of Paris, also the university colors of the Sorbonne. I chose these as my own personal signature colors because I am a revolutionary and identify with the Jacobins.

     In Spokane this identifies me to others as a Gonzaga supporter, a Jesuit university with a popular basketball team, where my partner Dolly studied engineering and law, and her father founded the engineering advisory group when she was a youth and he had eighty engineers working for him, so a legitimate family connection. She is entitled to wear the Harvard Business School colors where she later studied Business Intelligence and the Phi Kappa Phi honor society pin, but never does; Gonzaga colors she wears.

     But wait, there’s more; red and blue are also the colors of the yachting and rowing teams at Annapolis, members of the English Royal Family because of their Guards regiment, and of FC Barcelona; of these I don’t mind being mistaken for a FCB fan as Barcelona remains a center of the European Left since the Spanish Civil War. I’ve named two companies of military volunteers I founded after the famous Americans of the International Brigades in that conflict, the Abraham Lincoln Brigades of Ukraine and of Palestine.

       Few things about humans are unambiguous and bear a single unchanging meaning, and this is a truth which must be fully realized when you gather signs of membership to hang on yourself.

       Meanings are fluid and context-dependent; this is the First Principle of the semiotics of clothes and wardrobe as a system of signs. The Second Principle is that clothing evolves from history, both the conditions of material culture and the social matrix in which it is embedded. And the Third Principle is that clothes signal membership and other forms of identity.

     This is why American Rep ties reverse the direction of the slanted stripes from the British, to avoid misidentification. Yes, the differences between American and British culture comes down to this; where the originals convey information regarding class including school and university, military service, clubs and other identifiers, the American copies are decontextualized and robbed of meaning in the pretense of a classless society of equals that never was.

    Bow ties are wonderful but are both more formal and will stand out, so deploy them as sartorial force majeure. Bow ties code conservative to many people which makes them great camouflage, and are read as often academic or professorial; when I was at university in my twenties, the San Francisco financial district still had a rule that only senior management can wear bow ties, and it still marks out a doctor in a crowd as one cannot have a long tie getting into the mix when your hands are in someone’s entrails. As JFK advisor and Harvard professor Arthur Schlesinger, Jr famously said; “It is impossible, or at least, it requires more agility, to spill anything on a bow tie.”

American rep ties vs. British regimental ties

The Bow Tie Book, James Gulliver Hancock

                      Pants

     Here we trade our cords and khakis for worsted wool dress slacks of one color, in navy, steel grey, and tan to begin.

     Wear tan or grey with a navy jacket, and white if you are wearing the double breasted jacket with six ship’s brass or gold buttons originally designed for naval mess dress to dinner or other grand events short of Black Tie. This last ensemble I call Captain’s Table Dress, a kind of Cocktail Dress level of formality like a military ball or dress uniform event, on which I lavish the most exacting care  and attention to details.

                        Shoes

     As your class membership and sometimes character will often be judged by others in a single glance at how shiny your shoes are, for any business wear you want glossy hard surfaces in oxblood or cognac seasonally, with belts to match; I currently have Nunn-Bush Nelson Wingtip Oxfords in Cognac, Rockport Keegan Dress Wingtip Oxfords in medium natural, and Clarks Aldwin Limit in both navy and mid tan.

     These must be simple with clean lines, by preference Oxfords which are defined by a closed lacing system where open lacing Derbys code casual, or the less formal brogued wingtips which are originally for hunting, brogues being little holes that let out the water when bushwhacking, though this is often mere ornamentation now and they will pass as office wear in most places. White buckskin wingtip brogued Oxfords are the classic shoe for Tropical Dress Whites, which are casual resort and summer travel wear. Black is for a three piece business suit or formal wear, outside of our consideration here.

      When ramping up the level of formality, you want nothing in your presentation of self to distract from the content of your work. Simple and clean lines and solid unpatterned colors are best.

The Oxford Shoes Guide

Brogues Shoe Guide

Nunn Bush

https://www.nunnbush.com/

                  Coats

      Coats are necessary in winter, and I think you only need two for work to begin; a double breasted topcoat in charcoal or black, and a trenchcoat for rain or transitional weather- I have a splendid one in steel grey wool and the original cotton one my high school debate partner Scott MacDonald chose for me. I thought it hilarious that he chose Humphrey Bogart’s trenchcoat in Casablanca as ideal for me; now I find it prescient.  

      Around ones neck under a coat is worn a winter scarf; hold at the half point, drape around your neck, pull the loose ends through the center loop, tighten to taste. I have one in navy and red and one in black and white houndstooth.

How To Style & Combine An Overcoat

Paletot – The Double Breasted Overcoat

Trench Coat Guide: History, How to Wear, & Where to Buy

              Business Casual Hats

     I wore the formed Ascot billed oval cap as one step up from flat caps for anything work related, when not wearing a refined fedora. And there are so many beautiful fedoras.

     Traditionally one wears fedoras with business suits in fall and boaters in spring; a rule I would amend by switching out the boater with a Panama hat. A fedora is versatile and can be worn anywhere, but the boater is now highly unusual and idiosyncratic, a relic of elite academia and worn with rowing team blazers and at summer lawn parties, and has been replaced for summer wear by Panama hats. You can wear a Panama hat to ride horses, to the office, or to after hours activities in the roughest or the most elegant clubs, just like a fedora.

     When launching acts of provocation in a boater, wear your club bow tie, rowing team blazer in university colors with pocket crest, OCBD shirt, GTH pants or Nantucket Reds, and Sperry Topsiders without socks. I call this ensemble Gatsby’s Yacht Party.

The Fedora Hat Guide

Straw Boater Hat Guide Formal Summer Hats for Men

                  Curation

     Last we’ll work out the possible ensembles from combinations of elements with our Odd Jackets as anchor pieces. Try them all on, every which way, photograph and record your outfits with each element listed on a computer as a reference for quick morning dressing, then edit out or add things as needed.

    This way you can just set up ensembles and work your way through them in rotational sequence; automating this saves time in the morning, and you never forget when you last wore an outfit. Like Poirot, I trust Le Method, one of my own invention which I call the Endless Wardrobe, like a walk-in version of Mary Poppins’ bag.

Capsule Wardrobe Guide for Men

Ben Silver  (where to buy)

https://www.bensilver.com/

     So we come to an end of this particular interrogation of identity as a performance and a form of revolutionary struggle inherent to all human lives and societies in the context of how we choose to adorn ourselves and why.

     Herein I offer you the science of vestments, Scientia Vestiaria, as a lever with which to change the balance of power in the world.

     At this juncture I am struck by the allegory of technical clothing as in sport, for sport is defined both by the rules we agree upon and by the material basis in which it is played as performance technology, as are our identities and the ways we choose to be human together.

    Ludwig Wittgenstein proved that all rules are arbitrary in his Tractatus Logico-Philosophicus, and this means that seizures of power in self construal and identity need not be limited to revolutionary struggle as appropriation of elite symbols of membership for purposes of infiltration, subversion, and concealment, though this remains a greatly powerful strategy of slipping through success filters like university and access to wealth, power, and privilege as a fulcrum of change versus systems of oppression; it can also represent a free space of creative play.

      As Cary Grant said; “I pretended to be somebody I wanted to be and I finally became that person. Or he became me. Or we met at some point.”

     Beyond the boundaries of the Forbidden, the limits of normality, and the paradigms of other people’s ideas of Virtue, Beauty, and Truth lies the limitless possibilities of becoming human of the Unknown, the blank spaces on our maps of human being, meaning, and value marked Here Be Dragons.

      I have lived among the dragons my entire life since Jean Genet demonstrated to me that the world is a lie, mirages and illusions, a fiction of propaganda, rewritten histories, falsifications, alternate realities designed to ensnare and subjugate us by hegemonic elites and their enforcers, which Atherton, CIA Director of Counter-Intelligence, long ago named the Wilderness of Mirrors. And I would not trade a moment of that life for the illusion of security as a slave of the state.

      Never play someone else’s game, as my father taught me; and there are so many ways to do this, among them performing one’s identity on the stage of history and the world. For silence is not only complicity; silence is death.

     There remains one other motive in my quest to explore and instrumentalize the semiotics of belonging and otherness as a system of oppression in the context of what we wear as lived truths; the Quest for Beauty.

     In my sixth decade of life, and in struggle against the capture of our nation by the American Fourth Reich, I find myself like Schopenhauer increasingly needing Beauty to balance the horrors of a civilization in collapse which has abandoned our principles of universal human rights, our mercy, empathy, and duty of care for one another as guarantors of each other’s humanity, and democracy as a free society of equals.

      There is one simple thing we can all do to combat the dark tide of fascism and authorized identities of blood, faith, and soil; simply be who we are, and embrace the uniqueness of others as well as our own, fearlessly, Unconquered and free, and become a Living Autonomous Zone which transmits liberty by existing beyond control.

     “Fire is catching” as the iconic line in Mockingjay goes; become the fire.

If we burn, you burn with us/ Mockingjay

            Prologue to this post:

December 13 2025 Dressing the Part: On Wardrobe as a System of Signs In the Performance of Identity

                References

The Psychopathic God, Robert G.L. Waite

Mother Night, Kurt Vonnegut Jr.

The Last Gold of Expired Stars: Complete Poems 1908 – 1914, Georg Trakl

Wittgenstein’s TLP

Wilderness of Mirrors: Intrigue, Deception, and the Secrets that Destroyed Two of the Cold War’s Most Important Agents, David C. Martin

January 28 2026 I Sing of Madness, Vision, and Love: Lewis Carroll, on his birthday January 27, which I celebrate on the 28th because the 27th is also Holocaust Remembrance Day and the Liberation of Auschwitz, and the 26th is Australia’s Indigenous Mourning Day, and I Need Something Wonderful to Balance the Darkness

    I practice the art of believing “six impossible things before breakfast”; this is possibly a confession of faith, though if asked directly to identify my religion, particularly by authorities with badges and guns, I normally quote either Keats; “I am certain of nothing but of the holiness of the Heart’s affections and the truth of Imagination—What the imagination seizes as Beauty must be truth—whether it existed before or not—for I have the same Idea of all our Passions as of Love they are all in their sublime, creative of essential Beauty”, or Rumi; “Let the beauty you love be what you do”, depending on who is asking, and in what language and nation.

    Without question and absolutely it is a declaration of allegiance to poetic vision and to poetic and metaphorical truth, as identity and the terms of struggle for its ownership; for after language itself the ideas by which we organize ourselves are our most fundamental ground of being.

     Are we not the stories we tell about ourselves, to ourselves and to others? Always there remains the struggle between the masks we make for ourselves and those made for us by others; this is the first revolution in which we all must fight, the struggle for the ownership of ourselves.

     Poetic vision and truth allow us to escape the limits of our form and the flags of our skin; to create ourselves anew as a primary human act and the reimagination and transformation of our possibilities of becoming human.

    To Lewis Carroll, Surrealist and philosopher of poetic vision, we are indebted for his primary insight which reconciles the transcendent truth of Keats and Romantic Idealism as developments of the western mystery tradition from Plato with the immanent truths written in our flesh.

    His great book Alice in Wonderland, like Mozart’s Magic Flute, encodes this mystery tradition, for which his primary sources are Plato, the Biblical Book of John the Evangelist which forges a faith of the Logos, and Coleridge’s Primary Imagination; but he also attempted to write a Summa Theologiae which can unfold itself within the mind of its readers as transformation and transcendence.

     Dense with word games of the Italo Calvino-Georges Perec variety and mathematical-philosophical puzzles which are satirical metacommentary on the great thinkers of his time, Alice in Wonderland is intended to transmit the whole of a classical education, but is also a Socratic dialog which questions the premises of our civilization. Few such total reimaginations have ever been attempted.

    I discovered Wonderland through the brilliant work of the mathematician Martin Gardner, which has been updated as The Annotated Alice: The Definitive Edition, when as a sophomore in high school I joined a reading group at the local university, carried along in the wake of my best friend, four years older than myself and a former Forensics student of my father, Doc (given name Brad) Hannink.

     This occurred during my teenage James Joyce-Ludwig Wittgenstein fandom and immersion in medieval magic, both related to a love of languages, logic, and math as hidden systems of meaning and universal principles of being. These enthusiasms of my youth foundered by my senior year of high school on my failure to learn Kabbalah, as it is written not in accessible Hebrew for whom teachers and conversational partners can be found, but in a coded scholar’s  Aramaic and Andalusi Romance.

      But as a fifteen year old steeped in the iconography of Surrealist film and the esotericism of Finnegan’s Wake and the Tractatus Logico-Philosophicus, and very much still processing the trauma of my summer of resistance to police terror in Brazil, I loved that Alice always questioned authority and regarded her as an anarchist hero and a figure of Socrates, and this remains the primary meaning of the work for me. Alice enacts parrhesia, what Foucault called truth telling, and I saw in her someone I wished to become.

      As I wrote in my post of January 8 2022, Let Us Bring A Reckoning; Politics is the art of fear as the basis of exchange and the origin of authority and unequal power as systemic evil in the Wagnerian Ring of fear, power, and force, as balanced with the desire to belong, but it is also about poetic vision as reimagination and transformation; to dream an impossible thing and make it real, as Washington did in crossing the Delaware to create America and as Alice teaches us when recounting the Six Impossible Things in her battle with the Jabberwocky.

      On the way to fight a dragon, and seeing it for the first terrible time, Alice remarks to the Mad Hatter in Tim Burton’s beautiful film; “That’s impossible.”

    To which the Hatter says, “Only if you believe it is.”

    “Sometimes, I believe in six impossible things before breakfast.”

     “That is an excellent practice, but just now, you really might want to focus on the Jabberwocky.”

     Just so.

      Kobo Abe takes tea at the Mad Hatter’s of an afternoon; Gogol has set his words on fire and is made of a holy light which is used in place of a chandelier, Kafka elicits squeals of delight from Alice with his hideous Gregor Samsa form, Klimt’s giant apelike Typhoeus and his daughters desire, madness, and death run amok in ecstatic Bacchic dance while Lovecraft tries to put something with tentacles back in its box.

     There is always an empty chair for you.

      Here follows some things I have written for Mad Hatter Day, which I celebrate as a three day Orphic vision quest which begins the month of Halloween.

October 6 2024 Love as a Divine Madness: a Celebration of Mad Hatter Day

     We celebrate the beginning of the Halloween season, wherein we let our demons out to play, a time of masquerades, the performance of secret identities, violations of normality and transgressions of the boundaries of the Forbidden, reversals of order, the embrace of our monstrosity, of the reimagination and transformation of ourselves, and the pursuit of new truths through ecstatic trance and poetic vision, with our new national holiday of amok time, Mad Hatter Day.

     The Mad Hatter acts as a psychopomp or guide of the soul in Alice in Wonderland, and Alice is a Holy Fool like Parsifal, but he and Alice are also figures of a single whole person and the story one of hierosgamos or heavenly marriage; like Catherine and Heathcliff in Wuthering Heights, a myth into which Sylvia Plath and Ted Hughes cast themselves so disastrously.

     Jean Cocteau’s Beauty and the Beast interrogates this myth of idealizations of authorized masculinity and femininity as Freudian horror and Sadeian transgression. But it is also a primary myth of reimagination and transformation which signposts the inherent fluidity of identities of sex and gender.

     What does love do? Love sublimes us into a unitary being, erases our limits as individuals defined by our form and liberates us from the event horizon of our flesh.

     Love also reveals to us our true selves; a lover has the power to see the truth of others, and to reveal to others their true selves, and models thereby an ideal of human relationships. We choose partners who can help us become the person we want to be, and who embody qualities we wish to assimilate to ourselves; a healthy relationship returns to us and helps us discover our true and best selves. To love is to transform others by the power of our vision to see who they truly are and set them free.

     A lover is both a Pythian seer of truths who like Michelangelo can free us as images captive within the stone of our bodies and our material and social context, who in naming us like Adam naming the beasts defines our truth, and an inverted figure of Medusa, goddess and monster, a victim cursed for the crimes of her abuser like Hester Prynne in The Scarlet Letter, and whose power to turn men to stone appropriates the dehumanizing and objectifying power of the Male Gaze and transforms it into the power to see others true selves and release them to be free, and to mutually assimilate the qualities of the other and transform them both.

     Love is a divine madness which defiles and exalts, reveals truths and confers authenticity, and the redemptive power of love can make glorious and beautiful the flaws of our humanity and bring healing to the brokenness of the world and the pathology of our disconnectedness.

     Part One References

What is to be done? Alice Slays the Jabberwocky:

Jefferson Airplane – Go ask Alice

The hatter recites the jabberwocky poem

https://www.brainpickings.org/2016/09/02/salvador-dali-alices-adventures-in-wonderland/?fbclid=IwAR2xHm6rl0zJS-zpldZ42KMqNJMYPfwpjzOTx9ZBwxyFDIoJZFYH3hIw7bQ

The Annotated Alice: The Definitive Edition, (Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland #1-2) by Lewis Carroll, Martin Gardner (Introduction and notes), John Tenniel (Illustrator)

Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland Decoded: The Full Text of Lewis Carroll’s Novel with its Many Hidden Meanings Revealed, by David Day.

The Making of Lewis Carroll’s Alice and the Invention of Wonderland, by Peter Hunt

     October 13 2024 Festival of the Mad Hatter Week Two: Madness as Transgression, Resistance, and Liberation From Authorized Identities, the Boundaries of the Forbidden, and the Tyranny of Other People’s Ideas of Virtue

      In this liminal time of our reimagination and transformation of ourselves, of questioning human being, meaning, and value, and of its praxis as revolutionary struggle during these Mad Hatter Days, I celebrate madness as a force of redemption and liberation in its three primary forms as love, transgression, and vision.

     With Renfield in Dracula we may say of ourselves; “I’m not a mad man. I’m a sane man fighting for my soul.” Madness in literature and history has always been a metaphor of resistance and revolutionary struggle against authority and systems of unequal power, as with Lewis Carroll’s magnificent and truly strange allegories and his figure of the Rebel, the Mad Hatter.

     Today I perform sacred acts of violation of normalities, reversals of authorized identities, transgression of boundaries of the Forbidden, and changing the rules of the games by which we live. This I do to free myself from the legacies of my history and disrupt my own ideas, expectations, and routines; but we must all do the same as seizures of power from authority and liberation from systemic inequalities on a national and civilizational scale as well. As Max Stirner wrote; Freedom cannot be granted; it must be seized.

     Let us frighten the horses; let us run amok and be ungovernable.

       As I wrote in my post of March 31 2022, How Does My Happiness Hurt You? On Transgender Day of Visibility; The frightening of the horses; it is a phrase I use often to describe the performance of identity as a form of theatre, and public spectacle as protest and challenge against authority, force, and control. Herein I reference a quote by George Bernard Shaw’s muse, Mrs. Patrick Campbell, the actress who played Eliza Doolittle, with which she replied in 1910 to someone who thought the display of affection between two male actors was indecent; “”My dear, I don’t care what they do, so long as they don’t do it in the street and frighten the horses.” 

     Here is a quote from one of George Bernard Shaw’s letters to her, which celebrates and defines love as freedom, inchoate wildness, transformation, reimagination, liberation, rapture, and exaltation; “I want my dark lady. I want my angel. I want my tempter, I want my Freia with her apples. I want the lighter of my seven lamps of beauty, honour, laughter, music, love, life and immortality. I want my inspiration, my folly, my happiness, my divinity, my madness, my selfishness, my final sanity and sanctification, my transfiguration, my purification, my light across the sea, my palm across the desert, my garden of lovely flowers, my million nameless joys, my day’s wage, my night’s dream, my darling and my star.”

     To see and be seen, to hear and be heard; this is what it means to become human, and why interdependence is at the heart of becoming human. When we see and hear others we empower and validate their process of becoming human, and they do the same for us.

    Our processes of becoming human operate by three principles; we must each reinvent how to be human, humans create themselves over time, and humans create themselves through others. We choose our friends, partners, and sometimes our families from among those who can help us become who we wish to be, a process which occurs in tension with the tyranny of other people’s ideas of virtue, normality, and the boundaries of the Forbidden, and from this primary struggle to create ourselves emerges human being, meaning, and value.

    Always there remains the struggle between the masks that others make for us and those we make for ourselves. This is the first revolution in which we all must fight.

    And as George Bernard Shaw and his muse Mrs. Patrick Campbell taught us, there is a force of liberation written in our flesh with which we can free ourselves from the Wagnerian Ring of fear, power, and force; that of love.

    Love is dangerous because it is free, uncontrollable, wild. Love redeems, transforms, and reimagines; love totalizes and transcends. Love like you have laughed in the face of your executioners, because that is exactly what it is.

     As I wrote in my post of February 15, Monsters, Freaks, Transgression of the Forbidden, the Sacred Wildness of Nature and the Wildness of Ourselves: On Chaos as Love and Desire; Watching the sunrise overlooking Hong Kong from Lion Rock, seized many times in recent years by democracy protesters and revolutionaries in the struggle for liberation and independence from China, in the wake of the last celebrations of Chinese New Year and several nearly sleepless nights of making mischief for tyrants under cover of the festival, my thoughts turn to the nature of freedom and the freedom of nature, of ourselves as wild and glorious things, of love and desire as anarchic forces of liberation, of transgression of the boundaries of the Forbidden and the violation of norms as seizures of power from the tyranny of other people’s ideas of virtue and the refusal to submit to authority.

     Freedom, and all that comes with it; above all freedom as the wildness of nature and the wildness of ourselves, as defiance of authorized identities and fascisms of blood, faith, and soil, of love and desire as liberating forces of Chaos, and all of this as sacred acts of reimagination and transformation of ourselves and the possibilities of human being, meaning, and value.

     And of our myriad possible futures, sorting themselves out in our daily lives like a hurricane governed by the flight of a hummingbird; tyranny or liberty, extinction or survival.

     Order and its forms as authority, power, capital, and hegemonic elites of patriarchy and racism, class and caste, which arise from the Wagnerian Ring of fear, power, and force, which appropriates and subjugates us through falsification, commodification, and dehumanization and weaponizes hierarchies of otherness and belonging and fascisms of blood, faith, and soil, and creates states as embodied violence, tyrannies of force and control, carceral states of police and military terror, and dominions of imperial conquest and colonial assimilation and exploitation; all of these systems and structures are born in fear, overwhelming and generalized fear weaponized in service to power and submission to authority, have a key weakness without which they cannot arise and perpetuate unequal power, for this requires the renunciation of love.

    Chaos has as its champion the totalizing and uncontrollable divine madness of love, which leaps across all boundaries to unite us in solidarity of action against those who would enslave us.

    Love exalts us beyond the limits of ourselves and the flags of our skin, disrupts authorized identities and narratives as imposed conditions of struggle,  seizes power as ownership of ourselves, and reveals the embodied truth of others.

     Once we have a definition of democracy as a free society of equals and a praxis of love, there are some principles which can be derived as an art of revolution and seizures of power.

     Order appropriates; Chaos autonomizes.

     Order is unequal power and systemic violence; Chaos is liberty, equality, interdependence, and harmony.

     Order subjugates through division and hierarchy; Chaos liberates through equality and solidarity. 

      Authority falsifies; speaking truth to power or parrhesia as Foucault called  truth telling and performing the witness of history confer authenticity to us in the sacred calling to pursue the truth, and delegitimize tyrants.

      Always pay attention to the man behind the curtain. As Dorothy says to Oz, he’s just an old humbug.

      The four primary duties of a citizen are Question Authority, Expose Authority, Mock Authority, and Challenge Authority.

     There is no just Authority.        

      Law serves power and authority; transgression and refusal to submit confer freedom and self-ownership as primary acts of becoming human and Unconquered.

      Always go through the Forbidden Door. As Max Stirner wrote; “Freedom cannot be granted; it must be seized.”

     Such is my art of revolution and democracy as love; there remains poetic vision and the reimagination and transformation of ourselves and our limitless possibilities of becoming human, and love and desire as unconquerable informing, motivating, and shaping forces and innate human realms of being and  powers which cannot be taken from us as truths immanent in nature and written in our flesh, anarchic and ungovernable as the tides, and it is love and desire as forms of wildness and embodied truth which offer us a definition of freedom as the wildness of nature and the wildness of ourselves. 

       For a brilliant interrogation of madness as a means of social control and repression of dissent I turn to Ken Kesey’s One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest, which parallels many of the themes of Michel Foucault in Madness and Civilization as well as Orwell’s 1984. As I wrote in my post of October 8 2021, The Uses of Madness as Repression of Dissent and Authorization of Normality and a Consensus Model of What is Real and True; Madness as joyous transgression and seizure of power and madness as an instrument of social control, repression of dissent, the authorization of identities, enforcement of normalities and the boundaries of the Forbidden; Sides of a coin of power bearing Janus-like faces of tyranny and liberty, madness and sanity are a ground of struggle. Always there remains the struggle between the masks that others make for us, and those we make for ourselves. This is the first revolution in which we all must fight; the struggle for autonomy and the ownership of ourselves.

     Herein I offer a simple test by which to disambiguate madness from sanity; whose truth is this? Who defines, owns, and controls this reality?

    For all who own and live their truth are sane, and all who are falsified and subjugated by authority are mad.

     Who possesses and controls himself is sane; who is possessed and controlled by others is mad.

      Our passions are useful servants and terrible masters. There is nothing wrong with anything you may feel, even negative emotions such as rage or despair; but you must be their master.

     As I wrote in my post of June 31 2020, Paradigms of Madness as Thought Control and Class Struggle; “Being in a minority, even in a minority of one, did not make you mad. There was truth and there was untruth, and if you clung to the truth even against the whole world, you were not mad.” “Perhaps a lunatic was simply a minority of one.” So wrote the visionary George Orwell in the great novel which prophecies the terminus of the arc of history of the American Empire as it has unfolded since the end of World War Two, 1984.

    As the final arbiters of what is real and what is not, psychiatrists are the apex predators of our society and its most privileged class; no other persons hold the power to abduct and imprison others by authority of a signature, nor to conduct treatments, research, or experiments which may be considered torture or theft of memory, identity, and the soul such as surgical or electroshock personality interventions, or confinement in isolation and in secret without right of redress.

     Media moguls may shape our ideas of self and other and overwhelm the truth with propaganda and lies, politicians may fatten themselves on the miseries of others and spin illusions for the benefit of their paymasters, plutocrats and oligarchs may control their workers well being and quality of life and fund the subversion and corruption of democracy, and our police and security services may hunt and kill us with impunity to enforce the power asymmetries of elite wealth, race, and gender which divide us in the service of tyranny, patriarchy, and white supremacy so long as they have concealment and immunity of judicial and political collaborators, but only the modern priesthood of medical professionals of the mind are answerable to none but their peers and are masters of them all.

      With this absolute and secret power pervasive throughout the carceral state in both our prisons and educational systems acting as a success filter and authoring force of identity and repression of dissent, our mental healthcare system reinforces the power asymmetries of the status quo. The differences between our system and those of the Nazi health courts and the psychiatric institutions of the historical Soviet Union and the Chinese Communist Party today are those not of kind, but of degree. Just compare them to the torture and interrogation program designed by Spokane’s own Mengele for use in Guantanamo Bay and the secret political prisons operated by our intelligence services throughout the world.

     Guantanamo is important because it provides a glimpse into our future, a future in which the state can imprison people without charging them with a crime for 18 years, enact crimes against humanity while the torturers go bowling next door after work, a tyranny of force and control and a fascism of blood, faith, and soil. Here dwell monsters, and they are not behind bars.

   As reported in the Spokesman Review by Thomas Clouse; “Two Spokane psychologists who devised the “enhanced interrogation” techniques that a federal judge later said constituted torture,” “James E. Mitchell and John “Bruce” Jessen”  whose “company was paid about $81 million by the CIA for providing and sometimes carrying out the interrogation techniques, which included waterboarding, during the early days of the post 9/11 war on terror.”

     “Both Mitchell and Jessen were deposed but were never forced to testify as part of a civil suit filed in 2015 in Spokane by the ACLU on behalf of three former CIA prisoners, Gul Rahman, Suleiman Abdullah Salim and Mohamed Ahmed Ben Soud.

     According to court records, Rahman was interrogated in a dungeon-like Afghanistan prison in isolation, subjected to darkness and extreme cold water, and eventually died of hypothermia. The other two men are now free.

     The U.S. government settled that civil suit in August 2017 just weeks before it was scheduled for trial in Spokane before U.S. District Court Judge Justin Quackenbush.

     That suit was based on a 2014 Senate Select Committee on Intelligence report that found ample evidence that Mitchell and Jessen provided the CIA with torture methods, including prolonged sleep deprivation, confinement in small, enclosed spaces and waterboarding that were used on dozens of detainees yet produced no useful intelligence.”

    “Mitchell no longer lives in the Spokane area, but Jessen is believed to still reside in the area. They got their start at Fairchild Air Force base as survival trainers who formed a company to help train military personnel to resist interrogations. They reverse-engineered their training and devised a program drawn from 1960s experiments involving dogs and the theory of “learned helplessness.”

     Sometimes it is not the prisoner, but the state which is mad.

     As I wrote in my post of March 8 2022, International Women’s Day: Interrogating the Idea of Woman and Identities of Sex and Gender As Performance Art and Revolutionary Struggle; What is a woman or a man, and how are such identities constructed?

     On this International Woman’s Day, I am wondering how we define such a thing, and how our idealizations of masculine and feminine beauty shape our range of choices in the performance of ourselves.

    I am thinking of these things in the context of a conversation in which a friend described the primary trauma of realizing they were imprisoned in a body whose sex did not match their gender, and in this vulnerable space was multiply attacked on grounds of falsely identifying as female in order to appropriate female spaces of performance.

    It seems to me that trans exclusion reinforces and originates in a narrow definition of gender restricted to biology, and one which privileges signs and forms over hormones and inner experience; this ignores social construction of identity entirely, and also perpetuates systemic inequalities and authorized identities of sex and gender.

     Gender is always fluid, relational, ambiguous, and a ground of struggle. It is also, like sexual orientation, distinct from biological sex and not a spectrum with endpoint limits but an infinite Moebius Strip where we are born and exist everywhere at once as polymorphosly perverse, to use Freud’s delicious phrase; except where identity is chosen as seizure of power or imposed by other people’s ideas of virtue, normality, the limits of the human and the boundaries of the Forbidden.

    To be an outcast is a terrible thing; but to be forced to create your own forms because you fit in no one else’s bottles can be a wonderful thing as well, though never an easy one.

    Sartre described this with the phrase; ”We are condemned to be free,” in his 1946 lecture Existentialism Is A Humanism, and what this means is that in a universe empty of all meaning and value other than that which we ourselves create, we must balance the terror of our nothingness with the joy of our total freedom.

    In such a universe, free of imposed meaning and of purpose, all rules are arbitrary and can be changed, rules which are legacies of our histories and the fictional laws of false and unjust authorities, wherein all normalities are negotiable, and the limitless possibilities of becoming human may be pursued as our uniqueness through the reimagination and transformation of poetic vision and metaphorical truths.

     Life is a performance art, and we all have one problem in common; each of us must reinvent how to be human.

     This process of becoming human or individuation is controlled by a second or historical principle; humans create themselves over time, and a third or social principle; humans create each other through their interdependence.

     Our idea of self derives from the persona, the ancient Greek theatrical mask through which characters speak, and the possibilities of becoming human are a function of the struggle between authorized identities and the self- ownership of autonomous individuals.

     Our identities, including those of sex and gender, are literally masks; social constructs and artifacts of our process of adaptation and becoming human. Herein the primary shaping, informing, and motivating source is the interface between authority and autonomy as an unknown and unclaimed potential, a blank space of limitless possibilities of the reimagination of humankind, like the places marked Here Be Dragons on our maps of human being, meaning, and value.

     As we learn from John Cage in music, Harold Pinter in theatre, and Piet Mondrian in art, it is the blank spaces which define and order meaning; and in history it is the silenced and erased voices to which we must listen most carefully, for here the emptiness speaks to us of secret power and of the key functions and relationships which authority must conceal to maintain its hegemony over us.

     Let us pay attention to the man behind the curtain.

     Always there remains the struggle between the masks that others make for us and those we make for ourselves.

     This is the first revolution in which we all must fight; the struggle to create ourselves.

     Our performance of identities of sex and gender is a theatre of possibilities, of negotiations and dances with normativity and the transgression of boundaries, of the questioning and reimagination of idealizations of masculinity and femininity, of self-creation as liberation and autonomous total freedom, a quest for our uniqueness and for the human transcendent, and of truths which are immanent in nature and written in our flesh.

    This need not be determinative or prescriptive, but a space of free creative play.

     All true art defiles and exalts.

     As written by Amy M. Vaughn on the Surrealist site Babou691; “I love genderfuck. I love watching the disruption of enculturated norms, which is what genderfuck does to traditional notions of the male/female, masculine/feminine dichotomy.

     While genderfuckery has had a place in both gay culture and, to a lesser extent, punk rock since the ’70s, it remained mostly underground until drag hit mainstream media. I am, of course, referring to RuPaul’s Drag Race (RPDR).

     These days drags serves as an umbrella term for the work of several different types of performance artists. The most well-known of these are drag queens, who perform as women, and drag kings, who perform as men. Sometimes this traditional type of drag is campy, sometimes it’s realistic, but it’s always based on the idea of the gender binary—fucking with the binary, but still within it. Genderfuck rejects the binary, often aggressively, sometimes playfully, always purposefully.

     I believe there may be something to gain from looking at these performative manipulations of gender though the ideas of the Surrealists of the early 20th century. The Surrealists saw themselves as a revolutionary cultural movement. Their goal was to free people from false and restrictive conceptions of reality. In other words, they wanted to disrupt enculturated norms. And their method was the juxtaposition of disparate entities with the intention of creating a surprising or startling effect.

     I don’t think it’s too far a leap to say performative genderbending fits this approach. Whether we’re talking about overlaying feminine characteristics on a masculine form or vice versa, or combining the genders together in incongruous ways, done well, the effect is literally stunning.”

     “And RPDR has provided a platform for genderfuck, but because the goal of the competition is to find the “next drag superstar”—a person who can represent RuPaul’s polished, feminine brand to the world— genderfuck queens rarely excel. “May the best woman win,” has been one of the show’s catchphrases, repeated every episode until the current season. Now RuPaul says, “May the best drag queen win.” We could speculate that this change is due to the casting of the first ever trans contestant, though the point remains the same—RPDR is a safe space for gay males to express themselves through female impersonation.

     Which is drag but not genderfuck.

     However, something even more subversive has entered through the door that RPDR opened: The Boulet Brothers’ Dragula, an “alternative drag competition” based on the principles of horror, filth, and glamour. And the Boulets’ stage is far more welcoming of genderfuck.

     While drag has traditionally been dominated by gay men performing as women, genderfuck is not gender specific or sexual-orientation specific. Disasterina, on season two of Dragula, described himself as hetero-fluid and is married to a woman, while season three featured two AFAB contestants: Landon Cider, a lesbian drag king, and Hollow Eve, who identifies as nonbinary.

     At this point, spelling out all of these distinctions seems more than a little cumbersome and like a whole lot of nunya bizness, as if these descriptions have no place in the discussion of genderfuck because genderfuck is beyond them. In fact, jabs at traditional drag culture are not rare on Dragula, as can be seen in Evah Destruction’s disposable razor bikini on her hirsute body, a look which would not have a place in RPDR.

     The Surrealists believed that art could bring about revolutionary social change through the process of the Hegelian dialectic—thesis, antithesis, synthesis. If we examine the recent history of drag and genderfuck through this lens, while vastly simplified, it might look something like this: the thesis that there are two heteronormative genders was met with the antithesis of an artform superimposing one gender over another to provoke the surreal effect of juxtaposing opposites in order to startled people out of ingrained cultural constructs. The synthesis has been greater acceptance of gay male culture and freedom of expression. Worthy goals, no question.

     The dialectic for genderfuck, which I see as following traditional drag to further the same and expanded goals, would also start with the thesis that there are two genders but it would add three sexual identities (gay, straight, and bi). The antithesis is the performance of multiple expressions of gender and sexuality, provoking the surreal effect, and leading to the synthesis of radical freedom of expression and an existence untethered to preconceived cultural definitions—gay, straight, or otherwise.”

     “Real progress has been made through queer art in providing a surrealist antithesis to the idea of a gender dichotomy, and the result has been to guide mainstream culture toward not just tolerance or acceptance but celebration of gender differences.”

Part Two References

All the best people are

The Mad Hatter’s Revolution; a montage in two parts

Rewrite the Stars; song by Zendaya and Zac Efron, with montage of Alice and the Mad Hatter

Mad Hatter – A Case Study in Borderline Personality Disorder

Renfield in Bram Stoker´s Dracula

One Flew Over The Cuckoo’s Nest film

https://archive.org/details/56820A6B0666D968673BF62DA3F2FD54891860053A535026C9D0DA72AE917CF1

Madness and Civilization: A History of Insanity in the Age of Reason,

Michel Foucault

The Ministry of Truth: The Biography of George Orwell’s 1984, Dorian Lynskey

Syzygy, Beauty: An Essay, T. Fleischmann

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/12964215-syzygy-beauty

Idealizations of Feminine Beauty in Performance of Identity: Ru Paul’s Drag Race: LaGanja’s Let’s Get Physical

Subversions of Idealizations of Masculinity and Femininity: The Boulet Brothers Dragula, Season 4 trailer

One of Us; solidarity in the great film Freaks

Kat Shook’s essays on Genderfuck, and the cinema of John Waters in the Surrealist site Babu691

https://babou691.com/2021/03/05/televised-genderfck-as-surrealist-revolution /

 October 20 2024 Day Three of the Mad Hatter Festival: Madness As a Faith of Poetic Vision

     As I wrote in my celebration of Lewis Carroll on his birthday, I Sing of Madness, Vision, and Love; I practice the art of believing “six impossible things before breakfast”; but only in those truths which I myself create or claim, and which in turn claim me.

    This is possibly a confession of faith, though if asked directly I normally quote either Keats; “I am certain of nothing but of the holiness of the Heart’s affections and the truth of Imagination—What the imagination seizes as Beauty must be truth—whether it existed before or not—for I have the same Idea of all our Passions as of Love they are all in their sublime, creative of essential Beauty”, or Rumi; “Let the beauty you love be what you do”, depending on who is asking, and in what language and nation.

    Let there be total truth and absolute transparency between us, O my brothers, sisters, and others; for our word must be an inviolate force of nature if we are to mean anything, one which shapes, defines, motivates, and informs not only how we choose to be human together but also our own possibilities of becoming human. Lies dehumanize and falsify; therefore do I pursue a sacred calling to discover and live the truth. Having so defined the ground of struggle in my writing here as in all things, and with an awareness that this self-disclosure and public intimacy is terrifying to others in some cultures and part of my personal myth as it is for Kenzaburo Oe in Japan, what do I mean when I use the word faith?

     My intention is not to deceive in this or any regard; its simply that this is a complex, ambiguous, relative, dangerous, and highly fraught issue, one which bears the legacies of both my personal history and that of my family, and of our millennia of civilization.

     A full accounting and interrogation of my influences will not be brief and merits its own study; here I am primarily questioning its praxis as vision, described in the film Oz in reference to Thomas Edison as “the ability to look into the future and make it real.”

     I am a scholar of Islam and a member of the Naqshbandi order of Sufism, a former Buddhist monk and Dream Navigator of the Kagyu Vajrayana Order in Kathmandu Nepal, and grew up from the age of nine with ten years of formal study in Zen Buddhism.

     Often I use the word faith as solidarity of action with others; as loyalty, allyship, and recognition of our interdependence and the universal nature of our humanity which connects us. But I also use this word faith as a sacred calling to pursue the Truth, whatever the source or where it leads, an idea from ibn Arabi and the most radical definition of faith I know of, which makes Islam the most revolutionary of faiths, especially compared to Christianity and its centuries long burning of books in repression to dissent and subjugation to authority claiming to speak for the Infinite. Only six copies of Plato’s books survived the Dark Ages, courtesy of the Islamic scholars who preserved them.

     So for myself, faith is a process of questioning, one which is antithetical to its usual use as submission to authority. Any who stand between ourselves and the Infinite serve neither. 

    Without question and absolutely it is a declaration of allegiance to poetic vision as symbolic, allegorical, and metaphorical truth, as reimagination and transformation, as identity and the terms of struggle for its ownership; for after language itself the ideas by which we organize ourselves are our most fundamental ground of being.

     Herein my ars poetica uses methods of literary criticism, history, psychology, and philosophy, an extension of the interdisciplinary methods pioneered in The Psychopathic God by Robert G.L. Waite which I read in high school during a time when I chose the origins of evil as my field of study, to interpret the meaning and direction of current events as they unfold in real time, and to change the balance of power in the world.

     Are we not the stories we tell about ourselves, to ourselves and to others? Always there remains the struggle between the masks we make for ourselves and those made for us by others; this is the first revolution in which we all must fight, the struggle for the ownership of ourselves.

     Poetic vision and imaginal truth allows us to escape the limits of our form and the flags of our skin; to create ourselves anew as a primary human act and the reimagination and transformation of our possibilities of becoming human.

     As I wrote in my post of January 3 2022, On Creativity and Poetic Vision as Revolution, Transformation, and Liberation; “I am certain of nothing but of the holiness of the Heart’s affections and the truth of Imagination—What the imagination seizes as Beauty must be truth—whether it existed before or not—for I have the same Idea of all our Passions as of Love they are all in their sublime, creative of essential Beauty.” Keats

     My sister wrote of her recurring vision of the Night Mountain this morning, a vast and enormous city or structure of lights floating in the sky above the desert just before dawn, and it provoked memories of and reflections on my own many visions and encounters with the transcendent, especially those which became Defining Moments and shaped my becoming human; among them the Illumination of Our Beautiful Flaws as I crossed the Thar desert in Rajasthan by camel, the Games of Beauty and Vision as I sailed upon the Lake of Dreams in Srinagar, my Journeys through the Gates of Possibilities as a monk in Kathmandu, the Kiss of the Fallen Star which struck my hand in a meteor shower as I reached for the Impossible among the heavens, the Dream of the Toad transferred to me as a chthonic guardian spirit and guide of the soul by one of my father’s Beatnik friends, William S. Burroughs, in a line of succession from Nietzsche as its avatar, in the strange fairytales he told in the evenings of his visits as the coals of the fire burned low and darkness swallowed us in its endless chasms, and the moment of my Awakening and vision of  Possible Futures of Humankind when as a child at my mother’s side during a protest in People’s Park in Berkeley the police fired on the university students in the most terrible incident of state terror in American history, Bloody Thursday May 15 1969,  and I escaped my body and had a unitary moment of awareness outside of time.

     Like the dreams to which they are akin, such visions can be read as symbols, metaphors, and allegories; they are also stories woven into our lives which connect us with the universe and with other people, and through which we create ourselves. Are we not the stories we tell about ourselves, to ourselves and to others?

     I am looking at the scar on my hand from where a Fallen Star touched me one night during a cosmic event like tonight’s Quadrantid meteor shower, like the hand of a rebel angel bearing the stolen Promethean Fire, decades ago, when I reached up to pull the stars from the heavens and something reached down to enfold my hand in a nimbus of light, and for a moment I was sublimed and exalted in the Kiss of the Fallen Star, riding the light among the spheres, the earth  a vanishing orb, then lost among the solar system, a sea of stars, a whirling dance of galaxies, and return to the hill where I stood transfigured by the embrace of Infinite. Stunned not by our smallness next to a universal scale, but by the eternity and timeless immensity of Being in which we share.

     This meteor strike was witnessed by Jim Shafer, Jennifer Wendt-Damico, Kimberly Wine, Claud Gipson, and several others who had assembled on top of the old artillery battery overlooking the valley below Cavedale Road in Sonoma California in the 1980’s, with its awesome petroglyph caves hidden behind a waterfall, where a door to the Unknown was opened possibly thousands of years ago, letting beings of strangeness through.

     If ever I need to be reminded of our true nature, of the presence of the transcendent and the immanence in nature of truths written in our flesh, of the vast and limitless sea of being and consciousness of which we are part, I need only open my hand to see written there the signature of the Unknown Infinite and the sign of our hope, for from the moment I touched a star I have been without despair, fear, or doubt, a bearer of hope and the fire of liberation.

     I have been no stranger to what is strange; it has defined my Otherness and the kinship I feel with those others, however different from myself, who are marginalized, excluded, vilified, and oppressed, those whom Frantz Fanon called the wretched of the earth, the dispossessed and the powerless, the silenced and the erased; the monsters and the freaks whom I claim as my family and my tribe.

      Of all the gifts and wonders life has given me, this I cherish most of all; that with all the numberless and unimaginable horrors to which I have been witness, in Mariupol and Sarajevo and the crimes and atrocities whose names become an endless litany of woes which define the limits of the human as a fragile and ephemeral quality among chasms of darkness, I have emerged from the legacies of our history Unconquered as in Henley’s poem Invictus, with the ability to bond, empathize with, and inhabit the lives of others as the bearer of sacred wounds which open me to the pain of others. I cherish my pain, for like the Abyss which I have embraced and wrestled with it has made me human.

     If I can do this, so can we all. This is my faith as solidarity, hope, and love.

     This above all else defines what is human; our ability to transcend the limits of our flesh and of our differences, to share and learn from the lives of others, across vast gulfs of time and space, through the civilization we create as partners in a Great Conversation. Much of who we are is stored potential in the form of our most precious resource, the written word, which is created by our historical community and belongs to the commons; this is both its power as a shaping force and its danger as a limitation of our uniqueness and autonomy.

     Such are my thoughts on creativity and poetic vision as revolution, transformation, and liberation; but I did not invent the language with which I create them, nor the millennia of historical antiquity which informs my ideas; rather they are instruments with which I create myself. Who then owns the artifacts of my thinking? To this I must answer with a line from the great film Il Postino; “Poetry belongs to those who need it.”

     In reverence for the gifts and guidance I have been given I have tried, however poorly and within my limitations, to understand the meaning and significance of such moments of insight, to enact them in my life as a fulcrum of change and to use poetic vision as leverage with which to transform the balance of power in the world.

     Regardless of how we name and taxonomize the Source of our reality and the sea of our being in attempts to rationalize and control life, it remains wild, irrational, uncontrollable, and also very real. The wonder and terror of vision and immersion in what Coleridge called the Primary Imagination, Jung the Collective Unconscious, Ibn Arabi the Ālam al-Mithāl, and is termed the Bardo in the Tibetan classic which I translate as The Book of Liberation, in the contexts of four lineages of ideology in which I may claim membership, has inspired some of the greatest achievements of civilization and the limitless possibilities of becoming human, and some of the most fearsome terrors of our historical atrocities, madness, and degradation.

     The liminal bears creative and destructive forces in equal measure, and not reductive to the interplay of darkness and light, but ambiguous, contingent, and relative. We who are its witnesses and bearers of poetic vision are the arbiters of this power among humankind and of its consequences for the material universe and the order and fate of the cosmos. Who bears the fire of the gods becomes an agent of transformation, insight, and the reshaping of human being, meaning, and value; this is true of all art and of creativity in general. 

     Revolutions are born of such insight, in sciences and arts of understanding as well as in politics as choices we make about how to be human together, and in our ongoing creation of ourselves. With this inner fire and vision we may forge new truths, and in this mission I offer guidance and warning as you sail into the unknown; transgress boundaries, violate norms, abandon limits, and seize your power to create yourself anew, for nothing is Forbidden and all Authority is illusion and lies; but always know what you are trying to achieve, for force always operates in both directions at once.

     Act without fear, and in action be fearless; but with awareness of the consequences of your actions. Life and liberty, as well as good and evil, may depend on the smallest of changes in our lives and our world, both for ourselves and for others. 

     Best wishes, and may you find joy, freedom, healing, and love in your reimagination of yourself and our possibilities of becoming human.

     As I wrote in my post of January 8 2022, Let Us Bring A Reckoning; Politics is the art of fear as the basis of exchange and the origin of authority and unequal power as systemic evil in the Wagnerian Ring of fear, power, and force, as balanced with the desire to belong, but it is also about poetic vision as reimagination and transformation; to dream an impossible thing and make it real, as Washington did in crossing the Delaware to create America and as Alice teaches us when recounting the Six Impossible Things in her battle with the Jabberwocky.

      On the way to fight a dragon, and seeing it for the first terrible time, Alice remarks to the Mad Hatter in Tim Burton’s beautiful film; “That’s impossible.”

    To which the Hatter says, “Only if you believe it is.”

    “Sometimes, I believe in six impossible things before breakfast.”

     “That is an excellent practice, but just now, you really might want to focus on the Jabberwocky.”

     Just so.

     As I wrote in my post of October 14 2021, On Art as Poetic Vision, Transgression, Seizure of Power, Reimagination, and Transformation: a Manifesto; Why do I write?

    I offer here a manifesto of art as poetic vision and transformation in the contexts of the performance of identities and in the guerilla theatre of political action and revolutionary struggle.

     Art is transgressive when it challenges and violates our ideas of normality and the tyranny of other people’s ideas of virtue, it is a seizure of power and refusal to submit to authorized identities which confers freedom and autonomy through becoming self-created and self-owned, Unconquered and beyond subjugation by force and control, and it is poetic vision as Surrealist reimagination and transformation when it depicts and guides our passage through the labyrinth of time, history, memory, and the falsification of our captured and distorted images in the wilderness of mirrors, lies, and illusions, to enact our rapture and exaltation, our transcendence into realms of dream and of vision wherein rules do not apply and when it seizes us with truths immanent in nature and written in our flesh.

     All true art defiles and exalts.

      Art is intended to question and transform the rules and substance of human being, meaning, and value; to discover within the boundaries and interfaces, the silent and empty places of change and the limitless adaptive potential of systems, of unknowns, disconnects, misaligned juxtaposition and strange angles of view, new possibilities of becoming human.

      I first understood the power of the unknown as a force of liberation as a boy whose bedroom wall was a collage of Bosch figures and images I called my Dream Gates; William S. Burroughs would show up for dinner without warning and tell weird fairytales into the night; he also drew curious figures into the collage of heaven and hell, and here was a definition of art and of its purpose; transformation of the possibilities of becoming human through reimagination and ecstatic poetic vision.

     This is why I claim as the purpose of my writing to incite, provoke, and disturb; change and growth originate in discomfort and in the four primary duties of a citizen; to question, mock, expose, and challenge authority.

      As we learn from John Cage in music, Harold Pinter in theatre, and Piet Mondrian in art, it is the blank spaces which define and order meaning; and in history it is the silenced and erased voices to which we must listen most carefully, for here the emptiness speaks to us of secret power and of the key functions and relationships which authority must conceal to maintain its hegemony over us.

     This free space of play, of the unknown as unclaimed space and the adaptive potential of a system, whose boundaries like the known shores on our maps of becoming human frame the range of choices and act as authorized identities and an intrinsic limit on freedom as future possibilities, remains outside and beyond all limits and systems of knowledge, like Godels Theorem; no matter how much we learn and shift the boundaries of the known universe, the Infinite remains as vast as before, conserving ignorance.

     If so the task of becoming human involves chaos, disruption, reimagination, and transformation, as I believe; the violation of normalities and transgression of boundaries of the Forbidden to free us of the tyranny of other people’s ideas of virtue and of authorized identities, to create limitless possibilities of becoming human as seizures of power.

     Order appropriates; Chaos autonomizes.

     As I wrote in my post of October 5 2021, Seizure of Power, Self-Creation and Self-Ownership, Authenticity and Autonomy, Self Representation as Construction of Identity, and Ourselves as Living Memiors: the Case of Facebook;  Something crucial we ignore about social media; though its pitched as connectedness, its primary function is to construct identity through ordering and prioritizing our experience in time. Our social media publications are a form of memoir, and this is a ground of struggle between the stories we tell about ourselves, to ourselves and to others, and those which others tell about us.

     As with the public negotiations of national identity and conflicted histories in the competing narratives of the 1619 Project and the Mayflower origin story, the first question we must ask of our stories is simple and direct; whose story is this?

    This is the great test of disambiguation between falsification and authenticity, and between autonomy and subjugation; not whether a statement is a lie or a truth, though this is also important, but whose truth is it?

     As I wrote in my post of June 22 2021, Our History Swallows Us Like An Infinite Moebius Loop and We Become Prisoners of Its Gordian Knot: the Case of Kurdistan; History becomes a wilderness of mirrors; of lies and illusions, distorted and captured images endlessly reflected which violate our uniqueness, falsify us, limit and entrap us in authorized identities and narratives which serve the interests of elite power and not our own.

     Our histories and memories are the anchorages of our identity and the wellspring of our becoming, networks of connectedness which sustain our harmony and wholeness; but such nets can ensnare us as well, and become atavisms we drag behind us like an invisible reptilian tail.

     Our history swallows us like an infinite Moebius Loop, and we become prisoners of its Gordian Knot; the case of Critical Race Theory repression illumines the vicious cycle of fear, power, and force as racism and fascist tyranny overlap and intermingle hideously, consuming its most vulnerable population as sacrifices on the altar of wealth and power. 

     As I wrote in my post of December 5 2020, Whose Story Is This?;  We are the stories we tell about ourselves, to ourselves and one another. So it becomes important to ask of our stories and representations, whose story is this?

     I call this the Narrative Theory of Identity, and my intention is that it serves as a lever for changing the balance of power in the world. Our idea of self derives from the persona, the ancient Greek theatrical mask through which characters speak, and the possibilities of becoming human are a function of the struggle between authorized identities and the self- ownership of autonomous individuals.

     We have one problem in common as we grow up and create ourselves; each of us must reinvent how to be human. Our informing, motivating, and shaping forces, modeled and communicated to us by others, are necessary to our processes of growth and individuation, but also integral to the dialectics of self and others.

     The struggle between the masks that others make for us and those we make for ourselves is the first revolution in which we all must fight.  

       As written by Helena de Bresis, author of author of Artful Truths: The Philosophy of Memoir, in Aeon; “I wrote a memoir recently, and sometimes I ask myself why on earth I did. It was difficult and time-consuming, it involved some rather unpleasant self-examination, and it raised suspicions of self-involvement, exhibitionism and insufferable earnestness that I’d so far mainly avoided in life. If I publish it, I risk being accused by friends of betrayal, by readers of lying, and by critics of any number of literary flaws. Since selling a memoir is hard, all of that would represent things going well. When I complain to my sister about this, she suggests that ‘maybe’ I should have – ‘I don’t know’ – considered these points two years ago, before embarking on this thing that she would ‘never, like, ever do’.

     When asked why they bother, memoirists offer a range of reasons. Saint Teresa did it for the glory of God; Jean-Jacques Rousseau to express his inner self; Vladimir Nabokov to recreate his vanished childhood; Frederick Douglass to advance the cause of abolition. But maybe the deepest reason for writing a memoir, intertwined with all the rest, is the desire to find meaning in one’s past experience. Whatever else they’re up to, memoirists are in the business of locating some form or order in their personal history: setting it down as an intelligible shape, not a hot mess. Finding this form is both a necessary part of memoir and one of its key rewards. That was what I was after, anyway. Life moves so fast. Stuff had gone down. I wanted to slow the passage of events, grasp what the past had meant, before picking up the pace once again.

     You can search for form in life through philosophy, science, religion and any kind of art. The memoirist’s distinctive move is to do it via autobiographical narrative: the construction of an organised sequence of personally experienced events, along with an implied evaluative response to them. Life stories have three things going for them when it comes to making experience intelligible. They’re selective, highlighting particular agents, settings and episodes out of the mass of material that life provides. They’re also unifying, drawing connections between their disparate parts and situating them in context. And they’re isomorphic: they share deep structural and thematic features with other stories, which we use as a shortcut when interpreting them. Psychologists report that most autobiographical narratives follow the classical story arc: steady state, complication, rising action, crisis, resolution, then coda. And they involve quests, comings-of-age, fatal errors, comeuppances and returns recognisable from myths, parables and fairy tales. Most, though maybe not all, humans tell such life stories. Memoirists recount them at length, in writing, with literary ambitions. We’re trying to do it, but make it art.

     What are memoirists doing exactly, when we claim to ‘find’ this form and meaning in our past experience? Are we genuinely discovering it back there or just making it up? For the past century or so, the wind has been behind the latter interpretation. Many take the existentialist line that seeing your life in narrative terms is a form of mauvaise foi, or bad faith. We urgently want there to be order and meaning in the world, independently of us. But there isn’t, and our attempts to impose coherence and significance where none exist are self-deceiving and absurd. Roquentin, the protagonist of Jean-Paul Sartre’s novel Nausea (1938), describes the ‘disgust’ and ‘nausea’ produced by our meaningless universe, alongside its ineffective narrative remedy:

     This is what fools people: a man is always a teller of tales, he lives surrounded by his stories and the stories of others, he sees everything that happens to him through them; and he tries to live his own life as if he were telling a story.

     What exactly is wrong with construing your past as a story? In his memoir The Words (1963), Sartre suggests that storytelling distorts our understanding of life, by confusing it with literature. We can tell autobiographical narratives if we like but, if so, we should be clear about what we’re doing: producing fiction. This take suggests that memoir, which calls itself nonfiction, is a fundamentally suspect enterprise.

     A similar critique of narrative emerged in the philosophy of history in the 1970s. In his book Metahistory (1973), Hayden White argued that historical writing is a constructive process, in which the historian selects a subset of past events, imaginatively fills in the gaps, and orders the lot into a unified story. These historical stories, like the life stories of individuals, take conventional literary forms – tragedy, romance, comedy and satire – and employ poetic devices, including metaphor, synecdoche and irony. All of this is a creative act on the part of the historian, an imposition on the historical record. As a result, different historians can and do provide different narrative interpretations of the same events, none of which can be said to uniquely fit the facts. White concludes that historical writing, despite its scientific pretensions, reduces to fiction.

     The philosopher Noël Carroll offered two main lines of response to White that transfer nicely to memoir. The first points to a set of faulty inferences in the argument. White assumes that each of the following features of an interpretation transforms it into fiction: inventiveness, selectivity, multiplicity, conventionality and literary quality. But a quick run-through shows that each can be present without an immediate diagnosis of fictionalising. Photos are invented rather than found, but that doesn’t make them inaccurate representations of the past. My telling you only some things about my spring break doesn’t mean that what I do tell you is made up. The availability of multiple good stories about the Loretta Lynn fan convention doesn’t demonstrate that one or all of them are fiction: each can just highlight a distinct aspect of the same complex course of events. And your description of what you’ve been up to recently might be Homeric, but some weekends genuinely are epic, and nonfigurative, nonliterary language might not be enough to capture the truth about them.

     Carroll’s second reply to White questions the assertion that the world isn’t story-shaped. Humans act for reasons, and those actions have consequences, including the imprint of certain patterns on the world. We can describe all this in terms of atoms moving in the void, sure. But there’s an equally legitimate form of explanation that appeals to the values and goals driving the action, and therefore to the purpose and significance that human life genuinely contains. A story that offers such an explanation is picking up on real aspects of the world, not confabulating. Similarly, since humans think and act symbolically, narratives that incorporate metaphor and myth can serve to reflect, rather than distort, reality.

     That said, there’s some truth in the claim that narrative is created, not found. Successful nonfictional storytellers both discover and construct. They do the difficult work of pruning and unifying experience into a shape they and others can understand. As the writer Lorrie Moore puts it: ‘Life is a cornfield, but literature is that shot of whiskey that’s been distilled down.’ And when nonfictional storytellers succeed, the shape they create tracks genuine features in the life described.

     To defend nonfictional narrative isn’t, of course, to defend all particular life stories. At one early point in writing my memoir, I announced: ‘OMG, I think my life tracks the history of Western philosophy!’ ‘That’s wonderful!’ my long-suffering sister replied, but the angle of her eyebrow effectively consigned that one to the trash. There are also some general narrative conventions we’re better off without. No literary memoirist would be caught dead these days writing a traditional autobiography: a strictly chronological tracing of events, from infancy on, in a tone of untroubled authority. The contemporary memoir zooms in on a specific period or theme, and moves back and forth in time. Modern memoirists tend to be less certain than autobiographers, more alert to the seductions of narrative closure. As a result, their books are more complex, searching, and truer to life.

     But we can welcome these salutary effects of 20th-century narrative scepticism while keeping the baby in the bath. Old-fashioned storytelling has real virtues when making sense of the world. (I once lunched with a literary magazine editor after he’d gone through the latest set of submissions. ‘Oh god,’ he exclaimed, like a frustrated police chief, ‘just tell me what happened in order!’) Those virtues are so great that even narrative sceptics make use of them. Joan Didion ends her essay ‘The White Album’ (1968-78) with an admission of defeat: ‘Writing has not yet helped me to see what [experience] means.’ But sometimes the pattern just is chaos, and Didion’s use of personal narrative in this essay deftly captures that truth about 1960s California.

     Cynics about narrative often give off an air of expecting more from stories than memoirists themselves do. No memoir can reveal an underlying grand narrative in the universe as a whole, or give its writer anything more than a partial and provisional grip on their personal past. But it can sometimes provide that grip, which is no small thing. When I look at my own memoir, I can clearly see its fictive qualities. The stage is set, the action rises, the protagonist falls apart, then lurches out of the abyss. There’s a coda, written in a tone of battered hope. Sartre would give it one star on Goodreads. That would be mean (I gave his five!), but I’m not too troubled by it. The book reads to me like my life, a life that makes better sense to me now that I’ve written it down.”

     As I wrote in my post of August 24 2020, The Transformative Power of Art: a Manifesto; The transformative power of art, its ability to reframe our ideas about self and other, to shift boundaries, reassign values, reclaim history and identity from silence, erasure, marginalization, and the authorization of inequalities of power and divisions of exclusionary otherness; these are among the vital functions which make art a primary human and social activity.

     Art as poetic vision precedes and parallels politics as a means of changing our civilization and the possibilities of human being, meaning, and value; it represents a power held by autonomous individuals and communities against the tyranny of state force and control. Politics is a social art which is primary to our interdependent human nature and processes of becoming human. Through our words, images, and performance we can question, mock, expose, and challenge authority and incite, provoke, and disturb others in bringing transformational change to the systems and structures within which we are embedded.

     Art is life, for it involves us personally and directly in processes of adaptive growth and in renegotiation of our social contracts and relationships with others, both personal and political, and informs and motivates the performance of our identities.

     If we are caught in a rigged game, we must change the rules and terms of struggle. “Rules are made to be broken” to paraphrase General MacArthur; order destabilized, authority delegitimized, traditional systems and structures interrogated, limits transgressed, force and control resisted and abandoned, and new truths forged and possibilities of becoming human discovered.

      We must question, expose, mock, subvert, transgress, and challenge   authority whenever it comes to claim us. There is no just authority.

     Let us seize control of our own narrative and representation, of our memory, history, and identity.

     Let us be unconquered, masterless, and free.

     Let us be bringers of chaos, joy, transformation, and revolution.

Six Impossible Things: Slaying the Jabberwocky

Il Postino film

          Faith as poetic vision, reimagination, and transformation; a reading list

A Greeting of the Spirit: Selected Poetry of John Keats with Commentaries,

by Susan J. Wolfson

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/60254935-a-greeting-of-the-spirit

The Essential Rumi – New Expanded Edition 2020: Translations By Coleman Barks with John Moyne, Jalal Al-Din Rumi

Coleridge’s Philosophy: The Logos As Unifying Principle, by Mary Ann Perkins

The Red Book: Liber Novus, by C.G. Jung

Infinity and the Mind: The Science and Philosophy of the Infinite,

Rudy Rucker

    Surrealist topologies of the Unknown dreamlands, a reading list for journeys beyond the gates of death

The Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath, by H.P. Lovecraft

The Western Lands, by William S. Burroughs

Psicomagia, by Alejandro Jodorowsky

         primary texts of The Labyrinth of the Gates of Dreams

The Tibetan Book of the Dead: The Great Liberation through Hearing in the Bardo, Padmasambhava, Karma Lingpa, Chögyam Trungpa and Francesca Fremantle translators

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/208135.The_Tibetan_Book_of_the_Dead

Luminous Emptiness: Understanding the Tibetan Book of the Dead, Francesca Fremantle

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/208126.Luminous_Emptiness

Other Notes and References:

The Psychopathic God, Robert G.L. Waite

Metahistory: The Historical Imagination in Nineteenth-Century Europe,

Hayden White

January 27 2026 Holocaust Remembrance Day, On the 81st Anniversary of the Liberation of Auschwitz

     On this Holocaust Remembrance Day, as America has once again been captured by the Fourth Reich committed to the subversion of Democracy, Nazi revivalism, white supremacist terror, and theocratic patriarchal sexual terror, and open battle in the streets throughout our nation by our citizens versus the ICE racist terror force of the Fourth Reich and its campaign of ethnic cleansing, it is with special urgency that we reflect on the liberation of Auschwitz decades ago on this day; on the meaning, origins, and consequences of human evil, on both Germany and now America’s  failure to resist its seduction and subjugation, and how each of us will meet its challenges both as individuals and as nations.

     So many of the issues we face link back to racist, patriarchal, and sectarian divisions of exclusionary otherness, hegemonies of elite wealth, power, and privilege and authorized hierarchies of belonging; the injustices of state terror and racist police violence, the disparities of healthcare access and economic insecurity which have driven the emergence of a vast precariat during the pandemic and the manipulation of our fear as political capital by those who would enslave us, and the existential threat of the collapse of democracy and the capture of our government by the Fourth Reich which is now a fait accompli.

     As I wrote my remembrance of the Holocaust on this day three years ago in 2023 I was listening to the endless news loop of policemen beating a man to death simply because they can, a man like any of us named Tyre Nichols, and I am haunted by the realization that the Holocaust isn’t over yet, for we live within systems of oppression and unequal power, which also live within us as possessing ghosts of history and subjugation to authority, systemic inequalities enforced by the brutal repression of carceral states of force and control, not only here in America but throughout the world.

     Now in 2026 I review my essay on Holocaust Remembrance Day as our news is submerged in the state terror of mass deportations of migrants as an Apartheid color bar for employment and as ethnic cleansing, and as white supremacist cadre are hired as bounty hunters by the state with a thousand dollars offered for every nonwhite migrant deported, I am reminded and given proof that it may begin with a few beatings, abductions, deaths and torture of American citizens like Tyre Nichols and now Alex Pretti and Renee Good by police terror forces, but it quickly becomes more generalized to whole populations.

     This is our watershed moment of tidal change and the catastrophic collapse or restoration of democracy, right now, in the streets and within each of us, which will determine the fate of humankind.

     No matter where you begin with hierarchies of belonging and otherness, you always end up at the gates of Auschwitz.

     I will not go quietly, when they come for me as they did for Alex Pretti and Renee Good, our migrant neighbors, and countless others, and I ask all of us to choose now, this moment, every moment, to stand in solidarity as an unstoppable tide against fear and force, for if we all of us do this we cannot be subjugated and will remain free and Unconquered regardless of the terror unleashed against us.

      Do not be seduced by the illusion that the forces of fascism and tyranny are not coming for you, even if you are the last when all else have perished. Before this impasse of no hope, stand together; for who stands alone, dies alone, and who stands united becomes unconquerable.

      Resist! Resist and refuse to be subjugated, resist and seize your freedom.

      We liberated Auschwitz on January 27 1945, and brought a Reckoning to the Nazis at Nuremberg, but fascisms of blood, faith, and soil are endemic and pervasive among us, as is the Wagnerian Ring of fear, power, and force which I believe is the origin of evil and from which fascism and police states of force and control arise.

    We liberated Europe from the Nazis, but we have not yet liberated ourselves. Neither from the fascists in the White House and their legions of terrorists, nor from the legacies of our history and the possessing ghosts of Nazis who await their moment to seize us when our power has been stolen by learned helplessness, abjection, and despair.

     Just as we must bring a Reckoning to Our Clown of Terror, Traitor Trump, in the discovery and exposure of the network of conspiracy which has enabled his crimes, and a public Reckoning for all of his collaborators in treason, tyranny, and terror, we must bring a Reckoning to white supremacist terror and its institutions which include the police; all police, everywhere.

     Let us pursue fascism to its destruction.

    Dismantling the network of treason and white supremacist terror which has seized us in its jaws and bringing its conspirators to justice will not be enough to free us from its threat, which hangs above our heads like a Sword of Damocles; we must also abolish the institutions of state terror and tyranny, of force and control, surveillance and disinformation, birthed in overwhelming and pervasive fear on 911 and given free reign by the Patriot Act.

      For the power and secrecy of our security services and a militarized police, consequences of the counterinsurgency model of policing which extends the purpose of the carceral state from the re-enslavement of Black citizens as prison labor to a totalitarian regime of force and thought control, are not a strength but a weakness; they give authority the means to drive us into submission and transform democracy into tyranny. Unequal power is a precondition of hate crime, tyranny, and state terror, and no state should possess such powers.

     Security is an illusion, though one very profitable for elites, and there is no just authority.

      We must also bring change to the sale of our government to private capitalist elites through the dark money of the Citizens United act and the 14th Amendment which made corporations citizens. This is not only a transfer of wealth from the commons to private oligarchs and plutocrats, but a seizure of power and political influence by elites and theft of citizenship from the people.

     Democracy is under siege from within.

     What is to be done? Lenin’s great question resonates for us today as it did against monarchies and colonial empires, and as our civilization destroyed itself in the World Wars, the third of which began in Ukraine with the Russian invasion and is ongoing now globally and in the American theatre of war. The fall of democracy and of global human civilization is once again possible because many of our governments have been attacked from within by the subversion of intrusive forces, but also because of the mechanical failures of our systems and structures from their internal contradictions. These flaws in the ways we have chosen to be human together must be reimagined and transformed.

     To choose one example of an area of reform among the apparatus of state terror and tyranny, a clear and present evil to represent the rest, consider the social use of force in the case of our concentration camps for nonwhite migrants at our border with Mexico, and the horrors of our racist ethnic cleansing and campaign of genocide in the example of the psychological torture of migrant children, the legacy of abandonment from our policy of orphaning and the cruel mystery of the lost children.

      We must throw open the gates of these prisons and welcome those who have come to us for safety and for freedom as our brothers and sisters in liberty and a free society of equals.

    We must disband the instruments of ethnic cleansing and tyranny including Homeland Security and its ICE and Border Patrol forces, and their deniable assets including fifth columns within our military and security services, secret armies, and extragovernmental organizations of terror including those which stormed our capitol, and hold accountable all those responsible for enacting and carrying out policies of racist ethnic cleansing, genocide, and crimes against humanity just as we did at Nuremberg.

     Above all we must rescue the children from ongoing abuse and crimes against humanity by our government. Each of us has the opportunity to test ourselves and the quality of our humanity in righteous action, by uniting in challenge to authority and to evil in defense of the innocent.

   For never again is no longer a historical reference to an incomprehensible evil, and has become a choice each of us must make. How we answer this test will condemn or redeem us, decide the fate of countless others and signal the fall or rebirth of our civilization.

     Our choice is simple; when they come for the children, shall we surrender them to torture and disappearance by the state and its police, or shall we defend and protect them to the last?

     How would we have met this test in that other time of darkness generations ago, whose history surfaces one particular face to represent all the unknown faces of the lost children?

     And so I ask you, I beg, I demand; abandon not the innocent, but be a refuge and sanctuary from hate.

     I ask you in the name of Anne Frank.   

     As I wrote in my post of January 27 2020, On the 75th Anniversary of the Liberation of Auschwitz; Auschwitz-Birkenau, the Nazi death camp where more than one million people were murdered, was liberated by Russian troops on this day 75 years ago on January 27 1945.

     Arguably the most notorious example of fascist crimes against humanity and of historical evil itself due to the bizarre cruelty of Dr. Josef Mengele’s medical experiments in the mad quest to create a posthuman race of supermen which echoes that of Victor Frankenstein, Auschwitz remains an indelible stain on the soul of humankind and on our civilization, a shadow of our possibilities for atavistic barbarism and depravity amid the collapse of all values which we drag behind us like an invisible reptilian tail, but also in its liberation a sign of hope that the better angels of our nature may yet triumph.

     On this Holocaust Remembrance Day, we must contemplate not only this horrific example of fascism and racism as the nadir of human potential in a lost and long ago fable of the struggle against evil, but also of an ever present threat which we must resist with zero tolerance and relentless vigilance in the context of our own lives and in our current social and political moment.

      As I wrote in my post of December 8 2020, If you begin with white supremacist ideology, regardless of what minorities the purges begin with, you will always end up at the gates of Auschwitz.

      Harriet Sherwood, writing in The Guardian, sounds the alarm in this way; “Never Forget” – is more relevant than ever in a time of rising antisemitism, nationalism and populism. According to Piotr Cywiński, director of the Auschwitz-Birkenau memorial and museum, the significance of this year’s anniversary lies not just in the number of years since the liberation of Auschwitz, but is “related to the world we live in today. Antisemitism, racist and xenophobic reactions are being revived on an unexpected scale, and groups that openly promote hatred are on the rise. All this in the profound helplessness of our democratic institutions, weakened by populism and demagoguery, which have been reborn in so many countries around the world”.

     “It was a mistake to put the Holocaust into a box marked “history”, said Marc Cave, Executive Director of the UK National Holocaust Centre and Museum. “When we see lesbians beaten up on a bus or monkey chants at a football match, these are symptoms of ‘othering’ – and that’s exactly how the Holocaust and most genocides start. There is no greater lesson than the warning from history of the Holocaust.”

The Last Survivors (full documentary) | FRONTLINE PBS

 Why Did the Holocaust Happen?

Europa, Europa film trailer

Shoah part 1

Shoah 1985 | Part 2

Holocaust Remembrance Day 2025 – in pictures

Auschwitz: 80 years after its liberation, three survivors tell their stories

Judgment At Nuremberg full film

https://ok.ru/video/287230266019

Anne Frank – The Whole Story (2001) – Full Movie

Michael Sheen performs ‘Do not go gentle into that good night’ by Dylan Thomas

           Holocaust Now: Echoes and Reflections in the Fourth Reich

Police murdering Tyre Nichols

https://www.msn.com/en-gb/video/wellness/footage-shows-tyre-nichols-violent-arrest/vi-AA16P9Yk

Goodbye to the lost children of Gaza. You were loved, you are remembered, you did not deserve it

How the roots of the ‘PayPal mafia’ extend to apartheid South Africa

US public schools banned 10,000 books in most recent academic year

Trump declares national border emergency in immigration crackdown

President begins issuing flood of immigration-related executive orders after being sworn into office

Energized neo-Nazis feel their moment has come as Trump changes everything

https://www.theguardian.com/world/2022/jan/26/the-biggest-task-is-to-combat-indifference-auschwitz-museum-turns-visitors-eyes-to-current-events

https://jacobinmag.com/2017/01/holocaust-auschwitz-kga-prisoners-communists-resistance?fbclid=IwAR3xJ4jPCKdOKuOMMLBKNMvqEojd7laMcSuQtut3pr_1QT7tJsPBUJJP2DA

https://www.theguardian.com/world/2020/jan/12/auschwitz-gates-hell-75-years-on

https://time.com/5932489/white-supremacy-holocaust-nazi-history-capitol-attack/?fbclid=IwAR1cRMdFA07DkKeL7oyR78YTe5o3QMjke5L0BI9eL8E_XdO-pdwYXZyNa78

https://time.com/5933653/women-auschwitz-holocaust-the-nine-hundred-book/

                 The Holocaust and Auschwitz, a reading list

     Night, Elie Wiesel

https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/1049.Elie_Wiesel

      Witness: Lessons from Elie Wiesel’s Classroom, Ariel Burger

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/37570564-witness?ref=nav_sb_ss_1_65

     Maus: A Survivor’s Tale, Art Spiegelman

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/15195.The_Complete_Maus

     The Sunflower: On the Possibilities and Limits of Forgiveness, Simon Wiesenthal

    Flags Over the Warsaw Ghetto: The Untold Story of the Warsaw Ghetto Uprising, Moshe Arens

     Auschwitz, Laurence Rees

     Survival in Auschwitz, Primo Levi

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/6181.If_This_Is_a_Man_The_Truce

         The Origins of Totalitarianism, Eichmann in Jerusalem: A Report on the Banality of Evil, Hannah Arendt

https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/12806.Hannah_Arendt

     Hannah Arendt, Julia Kristeva

Our Crime Was Being Jewish: Hundreds of Holocaust Survivors Tell Their Stories, by Anthony S. Pitch, Michael Berenbaum (Foreword)

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/25533564-our-crime-was-being-jewish

At the Mind’s Limits: Contemplations by a Survivor on Auschwitz and Its Realities, by Jean Améry

Speak You Also: A Survivor’s Reckoning, by Paul Steinberg

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/783420.Speak_You_Also

Five Chimneys: A Woman Survivor’s True Story of Auschwitz, by Olga Lengyel

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/249825.Five_Chimneys

Eyewitness Auschwitz: Three Years in the Gas Chambers, by Filip Müller

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/73291.Eyewitness_Auschwitz

In the Hell of Auschwitz: The Wartime Memoirs of Judith Sternberg Newman,

by Judith Sternberg Newman

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/45035834-in-the-hell-of-auschwitz

Inside the Gas Chambers: Eight Months in the Sonderkommando of Auschwitz,

by Shlomo Venezia

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/6296148-inside-the-gas-chambers

999: The Extraordinary Young Women of the First Official Jewish Transport to Auschwitz, by Heather Dune Macadam (Goodreads Author), Caroline Moorehead (Foreword)

The Auschwitz Photographer: The Forgotten Story of the WWII Prisoner Who Documented Thousands of Lost Souls, by Luca Crippa

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/57659036-the-auschwitz-photographer

The Sisters of Auschwitz: The True Story of Two Jewish Sisters’ Resistance in the Heart of Nazi Territory, by Roxane van Iperen

Outcry: Holocaust Memoirs, by Manny Steinberg

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/23268862-outcry

The Dead Years: Holocaust Memoirs, by Joseph Schupack

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/34235504-the-dead-years

Hank Brodt Holocaust Memoirs: A Candle and a Promise, by Deborah Donnelly

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/32467262-hank-brodt-holocaust-memoirs

This Way for the Gas, Ladies and Gentlemen, by Tadeusz Borowski,

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/228244.This_Way_for_the_Gas_Ladies_and_Gentlemen

Auschwitz: A Doctor’s Eyewitness Account, by Miklós Nyiszli

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/315578.Auschwitz

The Dressmakers of Auschwitz: The True Story of the Women Who Sewed to Survive, by Lucy Adlington

By Chance Alone: A Remarkable True Story of Courage and Survival at Auschwitz, by Max Eisen

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/25989447-by-chance-alone

The Violinist of Auschwitz, by Ellie Midwood

The Volunteer: The True Story of the Resistance Hero who Infiltrated Auschwitz, by Jack Fairweather

Remnants of Auschwitz: The Witness and the Archive,

Giorgio Agamben

May 16 2024 Refuse to Submit, and Remain Unconquered: Anniversary of the Romani Resistance

January 26 2026 Australia’s Invasion Day: the Terror and Tragedy of the Conquest

Australia’s Invasion Day, which today marks two hundred thirty seven years of the terror and tragedy of the European Conquest of a continent as a day of indigenous mourning and solidarity of action, was held in protest against the national holiday Australia Day, a parallel with America’s dichotomous Columbus Day/Indigenous People’s Day.

     Such tragedies of historical injustice and their legacies in ongoing multigenerational trauma and epigenetic harms are not isolated to any particular nation, but as systemic imperial conquest and colonialism and racist dehumanization and hierarchies of exclusionary otherness and belonging weaponized in service to elite hegemonies of wealth, power, and privilege and enforced by carceral states of force and control are endemic and pervasive throughout our world.

     And this we must resist. Not only the tyrant and his policemen beyond the limits of our skins, but the possessing ghosts of authority within ourselves and the Wagnerian Ring of fear, power, and force from which they are created.

     Our stories of national identity, our holidays, monuments, anthems, and symbols, are a ground of struggle in which power and autonomy are contested as ownership of identity, and as such they are of vital importance in our freedom, equality, and liberation from or subjugation by elite hierarchies and hegemonies of wealth, power, and privilege. The stories we tell about ourselves and those which others tell about us create our identities of class, race, sex and gender, and the authorization of those identities versus our seizure of power over them is the first revolution in which we all must fight.

   Discovery and confrontation with the truth of ourselves and our history is the first step to forging a better future, and a better humankind. 

     As written in the Invasion Day Editorial 2025 of Honi Soit; “The editorial team of Honi Soit recognise that we are all beneficiaries of settler-colonialism. We live, work, write, and resist on lands that were forcefully and are continually stolen. Beyond the impending global dread of an unmitigated climate crisis, the land on which we meet is being desecrated, disrespected, and irreparably damaged under the guise of national pride.

     So-called ‘Australia’ is an established settler-colonial project. We must acknowledge and fight the narrative that January 26th is a day to celebrate the ‘beginning’ of so-called Australia. January 26th marks the beginning of a stolen, colonised land. It marks an ongoing oppression that First Nations communities have had to endure, not only historically but in the present day. Tomorrow, a large majority of the population will be celebrating ‘Australia Day.’ Many believe they’re celebrating a day of Australian culture and history. However, many forget (or blissfully ignore) that this day is a direct reflection of the invasion, rape, genocide and forced child removals that have led to an inherently racist, anglocentric, and unequal culture endemic to Australian society.

     Such ignorance is preventing Australia from moving towards justice for First Nations people. In the past year, we have seen a staggering and worrying increase in violence against First Nations people globally. There have been over 540 deaths in custody of Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander people since the 1991 Royal Commission into Aboriginal Deaths in Custody; there have been no criminal convictions in relation to these deaths. The rates of forced removals of Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander children are consistently and appallingly high. Though they only make up 6% of the total population, 41% of children in out-of-home care are Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander. These are only a few of the inequalities and violence we are seeing in so-called Australia today. These issues were not 200 years ago. They were not a century ago. Not even a decade ago. This is today.

     A narrative that greatly defined the voice referendum, leading the campaign to its “No” vote, was the idea that we’ve already reached a point of equality. What was meant to be an opportunity to push for real change in decolonising so-called Australia, instead, a debate arose with the arguments that law and policy are the only factors that play a part in equality. What we can see from the violence, overrepresentation and over policing of Indigenous people and communities distinctively disproves this narrative. We cannot accept or assume that our work is done.

     We’re seeing this same narrative played out again with certain right-wing pundits and politicians suggesting that recognising the Aboriginal flag on a national level is divisive. These narratives have led to a major rise in racist, right-wing extremist attitudes, and a heightened level of censorship. Most recently, Sissy Austin, a Gunditjmara, Keerray Woorroong and Djap Wurrung woman presented an empowering TED talk detailing her deep connection to running marathons as an Indigenous woman, and overcoming her attack while running in the Lal Lal forest in 2023. When her speech was uploaded online, TEDx censored a line advocating for Palestinian lives. The media censorship of First Nations people internationally interrupts global solidarity and is the real divisive intervention that we must resist and overcome.

     First Nations people suffer the inhumane treatment of these issues in a position of increased vulnerability. It is not a suffering they should undergo alone. We write and stand in solidarity with First Nations people to call for the abolition of ‘Australia Day’ and to work towards a future of decolonisation.”

     As reported by Matilda Boseley and Natasha May in The Guardian; “The Greens senator and Gunnai Gunditjmara and Djab Wurrung woman, Lidia Thorpe, said “a war was declared on the first people of this land” in 1788 and “that war has not ended”.

     “In Melbourne, Thorpe said the only real solution to the debate over marking 26 January was a treaty.

     “We can have all of those symbolic gestures, like changing the day, like constitutional recognition, and the word change in the anthem,” Thorpe told Guardian Australia. “But we need real action and that is a treaty.”

     She told the crowd of up to 5,000 people the war that started in 1788 “has not ended – that war has been going on for almost 250 years”.

     “We still have guns pointed to our heads. We still have a boot on our necks, our babies are still being stolen. Our babies are still being incarcerated and thrown in prison. Our babies are still being locked up in this country. Is that something to celebrate with people having barbecues?”

     “Family members of Aboriginal people killed in custody spoke at the Sydney rally including Leetona Dungay, the mother of David Dungay Jr, and Kyah Patten, the niece of Eddie Murray.

     Dungay stood in front of a banner with images of her son and George Floyd and said she wanted “to live in a country where black lives matter”. “I want justice where the life of an Aboriginal man is worth something,” she said.”

     What is the meaning of this? Here I turn to Richard Flanagan, writing in The Guardian; “We are something other, and that other is deeply rooted in two things: this extraordinary land and 60,000 years of its human occupation. These two things have a claim on us, whether we wish to acknowledge them or not. We can pretend to deny them, to dismiss them, to claim it’s pretty ordinary to talk at all about such things.

     We can continue to allow our politicians to seek to politicise everything and with their power to buy votes, electorates and government, and then dismiss as politics anyone who questions the association between their symbols – like Australia Day – and everything from the Big Bash to the Hottest 100. We can allow them to make an arts degree twice the price of a medical degree just to remind anyone who thought the life of the mind and soul mattered that here, in their Australia at least, these things did not and would not prevail.

     But what the prime minister calls politics is no more or less than our story, which remains stifled and gagged, rendering us unable to honour it in its full complex majesty, tragedy and wonder.

     Telling our story is not politics. Seeking to deny our story is power asserting itself over the past – which could also serve as a definition of politics in Australia in 2021.

     For if we continue to remain unknown to ourselves, we are condemned to an ever more fractured, divided and unjust country whose future path is illuminated by the guttering lights of the USA, Hungary, Poland and Turkey. We need to understand these things so that we might understand ourselves and make something better of our country before we too find ourselves treading that same dangerous path.

     That understanding is about something larger and greater than national symbols. But the national symbols still matter. Until they and we come together they block understanding, they deny truth, they divide us, and they feed the worst of what we are rather than the best.

     Whatever the lyrics of our funeral dirge of a national anthem are, they are not about us. The national flag doesn’t depict a nation but the colony we will forever remain until we have our own symbols.

     There is no longer a serious debate about Australia Day. A national day’s only purpose is to unite its people. On that measure – the only measure for a national day – Australia Day is an abject failure. A national day the biggest public gatherings of which are in opposition to its existence is not deserving of the name.

     The date of 26 January has always been known by our leaders to be an insulting nonsense to Indigenous people. When in 1888, NSW celebrated a centenary of British colonisation, Henry Parkes, on being asked if Aboriginal people would be included, replied: “And remind them that we have robbed them?”

     But still our leaders choose to remind them.

     Australia Day as it is cannot unite us because it annually tears the great wound of our soul apart by reminding Indigenous and non-Indigenous Australians that we can never be one until we acknowledge our Indigenous past – and that means the invasion and its attendant horrors and continuing injustice as well as its glory: what Galarrwuy Yunupingu rightly described as “the great gift” of 60,000 years of an extraordinary civilisation.

     And thinking about these things, what keeps rolling around in my head are Archie Roach’s words from a story in the Age about the national anthem’s inadequacies:

     “We belong to an ancient land, we belong to an ancient story … that’s not just talking about First Peoples. I believe that everybody who lives in this country, whether they understand it or not, they belong to that story.

     “I always talk about us being authors; all of us being authors of a new story for this country. And I really believe that. One story, one song. If anything, that’s probably the best [hook]. We belong. We belong to this country, we belong to this story, we belong to this song. Yeah.”

     But how can we be authors of our own story when only the politicians and their class define what our story is and deny everyone else their voice, and above all Indigenous Australia the voice it has asked for?”

     As written by Professor Tom Calma, Aboriginal elder from the Kungarakan tribal group and a member of the Iwaidja tribal group whose traditional lands are in Australia’s Northern Territory, for CNN; “January 26 is, by coincidence, a significant date in the national calendars of two countries, with an important difference.

     In India, January 26 marks Republic Day, and celebrates the date when the constitution of India came into effect in 1950. In short: official independence.

In Australia, January 26 marks the day 11 foreign ships sailed into what is now called Sydney Harbour and established a penal colony on the land of the Eora, the Aboriginal people of the area. This act was without permission, agreement or treaty. It set in motion events the Indigenous peoples of this country — Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander peoples — are still reeling from today. In short: invasion.

     I could not think of a starker contrast than these two national “celebrations.”

     Not only does January 26 mark the day the dispossession of Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander peoples began, it sets up European invasion as an important source of Australian identity and pride. In doing so, it ignores more than 60,000 years of pre-colonial history. As we approach the end of January 2022, many Australians are once again questioning why this date continues to be celebrated.

     Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander people have been challenging the date since at least January 26, 1938 when, as a culmination of years of work by the Australian Aborigines League (AAL) and the Aborigines Progressive Association (APA), the first Day of Mourning was held.

     On this day, crowds gathered in Sydney to celebrate the 150th anniversary of the arrival of Europeans in Australia. Afterwards, hundreds of Aboriginal people and their supporters took part in a silent march in mourning of the devastating impact of colonization, the consequences of which include the theft and destruction of lands and cultures; decimation of populations by disease and massacres; destruction of families and kinship; ongoing discrimination; and economic, political and social exclusion.

     Indeed, the 1938 protest was “against the callous treatment of our people by the white men during the past 150 years,” Day of Mourning organizer, Jack Patten, told fellow demonstrators.

     Since then, January 26 has been symbolic for many Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander peoples as a lightning rod for protest and awareness raising.

     This will be a particularly significant year, as 2022 marks 50 years since the Aboriginal Tent Embassy was established in the nation’s capital, Canberra, on January 26, 1972. It was on this day that four Aboriginal men with a beach umbrella — and the weight of history behind them — set up on the lawns in front of the then-Australian Parliament House to bring Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander land and justice back to the forefront of national debate.

     The term “embassy” was used to bring attention to the fact Aboriginal people had never ceded sovereignty nor engaged in any treaty process with the British Crown. To this day, the Embassy remains a site of protest for Indigenous land rights, sovereignty, and self-determination.

     In the intervening decades, the language we use to talk about January 26 has changed hugely. For at least the past 30 years, Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander peoples have reclaimed the day as “Invasion Day” or “Survival Day” to highlight, promote and share the ongoing culture and survival of First Nations cultures through marches, protests, festivals, vigils, and memorials.

While some argue that a push to change the date is divisive, the intent is actually to bring us closer together.

     Reconciliation is about fostering better relationships so that we can build a just, equitable and more unified tomorrow. Reconciliation must be based on a foundation of trust, truth and honesty regarding our past. Expecting Aboriginal and Torres Strait Island Peoples to ignore or look past the significance of Australia Day and what it has meant for them is simply inconsistent with reconciliation.

     To recognize and heal, action must be taken and changes made. A date change is as necessary as it is straightforward. So straightforward, in fact, we’ve done it several times in the past. Over the last century, there have been various dates celebrating “Australia Day,’ including on July 30 in 1915 as part of World War I fundraising efforts. It wasn’t until 1994 that January 26 became a national public holiday.

     While we cannot change history, we must address how we deal with this day in a respectful way. Australia is not alone in this. We watch with interest as Columbus Day, a day that celebrates the arrival of Christopher Columbus in the Americas, is now being negotiated in the United States. A growing number of US states and cities have replaced Columbus Day with Indigenous Peoples Day, a holiday meant to honor the culture and history of the people living in the Americas both before and after Columbus’ arrival.

     In mainstream Australia, we’ve also seen this change unfolding. A growing number of local councils recognize January 26 is not a national holiday all Australians can celebrate. Companies are offering employees flexibility regarding working on January 26. And it doesn’t get more mainstream than when Cricket Australia removed the words, “Australia Day,” from branding cricket matches on that day.

     Reconciliation Australia’s bi-annual Australian Reconciliation Barometer shows these actions mirror changing community attitudes, with support for moving the date continuing to grow. The barometer also shows close to 90% of the general community understand we must tell and accept the truth of our history to move forward.

     More than 230 years after the first fleet’s arrival, the ongoing impact of the events of January 26, 1788, can be seen and felt in Australia across many fronts, including disturbing rates of incarceration of First Nations peoples; the growing over-representation of Indigenous children in out-of-home care; the huge disparities in health outcomes for Indigenous and non-Indigenous Australians, and the non-resolution of issues of sovereignty, land and representation.

     No treaty was ever signed with Australia’s Indigenous peoples; no recognition ever given to our existence. January 26 cannot serve as a unifying date; not now or in the future, as more and more Australians in the wider community come to understand and respond to the truth of our history.

This year, we are once again asking all Australians to have brave conversations with family, friends and colleagues about how we celebrate January 26, and to reflect on the benefits of a new date for a truly unifying national day of reflection and celebration.”

      In searching for a way to characterize the whole of the Conquest of Australia in a single image I turn to the infamous Arsenic Telegram, as described in The Guardian by Paul Daley; “Recently historian Chris Owen (to my mind the most incisive and courageous historian of the frontier violence that blights Western Australia and particularly the Kimberley) posted the Arsenic Telegram on his Facebook page, Darkest West Australia. Broome resident Chas Morgan sent it to Henry “Harry” Prinsep, the state’s then-Protector of Aborigines, on 20 July 1907.

     “Send cask arsenic exterminate aborigines letter will follow,” it reads.

     Eight words that speak a million about Australia’s foundations.”

Samson & Delilah – Official Trailer

Charlie’s Country Official Trailer

Oscar and Lucinda trailer

True History of the Kelly Gang trailer

Invasion Day Editorial 2025

Invasion Day 2025 – Activist Toolkit

https://www.amnesty.org.au/invasion-day-2025-activist-toolkit/

Protesters gather at Invasion Day rallies across Australia

https://www.abc.net.au/news/2025-01-26/thousands-gather-for-invasion-day-rallies-on-australia-day/104860894

Tens of thousands join ‘Invasion Day’ rallies across the country

https://www.9news.com.au/national/australia-day-2025-invasion-day-rallies/110f5d11-870f-4147-ba67-7874a59fd900

https://www.cnn.com/2022/01/25/opinions/australia-day-january-26-change-date-calma/index.html

https://www.bbc.com/news/av/world-australia-60122063

https://www.theguardian.com/commentisfree/2018/jan/25/australia-day-do-you-know-what-youre-celebrating

https://www.theguardian.com/australia-news/2021/jan/25/australia-day-is-an-annual-reminder-of-the-theft-of-a-nation-as-it-is-it-can-never-unite-us

https://www.theguardian.com/australia-news/2021/jan/26/australians-turn-out-in-large-numbers-for-invasion-day-rallies-despite-covid-restrictions

https://www.theguardian.com/australia-news/gallery/2020/jan/26/australia-day-indigenous-mourning-protests-and-citizenship-ceremonies-in-pictures

https://www.theguardian.com/artanddesign/gallery/2021/jan/26/invasion-day-protests-across-australia-in-pictures

https://www.theguardian.com/commentisfree/2021/jan/26/if-your-child-asks-why-australia-is-celebrating-a-day-of-invasion-what-will-you-tell-them

https://www.theguardian.com/australia-news/2021/jan/25/australia-day-is-an-annual-reminder-of-the-theft-of-a-nation-as-it-is-it-can-never-unite-us

https://www.theguardian.com/commentisfree/2018/jan/25/australia-day-do-you-know-what-youre-celebrating

     Who are the Australians, what is their story, and how do authorized white versions of national identity enact the theft of the soul?

                    Australia, a reading list

                                  History

     The Fatal Shore: The Epic of Australia’s Founding, Robert Hughes

     Before the Invasion: Aboriginal Life to 1788, Mudrooroo, Colin Bourke, and Isobel White

     Australian Dreaming: 40,000 Years of Aboriginal History, Jennifer Isaacs (Editor), Wandjuk Marika (Foreword)

     Aboriginal Australians: A History Since 1788, Richard Broome

     The World of the First Australians: Aboriginal Traditional Life Past and Present, The Speaking Land: Myth and Story in Aboriginal Australia, Ronald M. Berndt, Catherine H. Berndt

     My Place, Sally Morgan

     Jack Charles: Born-again Blakfella, Jack Charles

                            Literature

     Dr Wooready’s Prescription for Enduring the End of the World, Master of the Ghost Dreaming, The Undying, Underground, The Promised Land, Aboriginal Mythology: An A-Z Spanning the History of the Australian Aboriginal Peoples from the Earliest Legends to the Present Day, Mudrooroo Nyoongah

     The Female Eunuch, The Whole Woman, Sex and destiny, Slip-Shod Sibyls, Whitefella Jump Up: The Shortest Way to Nationhood, Lysistrata – The Sex Strike, The Obstacle Race: The Fortunes of Women Painters and Their Work, Shakespeare’s Wife, Kissing the Rod: An Anthology of 17th-Century Women’s Verse, The Madwoman’s Underclothes: Essays and Occasional Writings, Daddy We Hardly Knew You, Germaine Greer

     The Twyborn Affair, Voss, The Aunt’s Story, Tree of Man, Riders in the Chariot, Eye of the Storm, The Cockatoos, Patrick White

The Eye In The Mandala: Patrick White, A Vision Of Man And God, Peter Beatson

     Illywacker, Oscar & Lucinda, Jack Maggs, True History of the Kelly Gang, My Life As A Fake, His Illegal Self, Parrot and Olivier in America, On The Chemistry of Tears, Amnesia, A Long Way From Home, Peter Carey

     The Secret River, The Lieutenant, Sarah Thornhill, Searching for the Secret River, A Room Made of Leaves, Kate Grenville

     Remembering Babylon, An Imaginative Life, The Great World, The Conversations at Curlow Creek, On Dream Stuff: Stories, Every Move You Make,    Earth Hour, On A First Place, David Malouf

     The Octopus and I, Erin Hortle

     Gould’s Book of Fish: A Novel in Twelve Fish, The Narrow Road to the Deep North, Wanting, Death of a River Guide, The Living Sea of Waking Dreams, Richard Flanagan

     The Multiple Effects of Rainshadow, Drylands, Thea Astley

     Damascus, Christos Tsiolkas

    My review on Goodreads:

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/48580133-damascus

     The best books of 2020, the ones we’ll still be reading a thousand years from now, include:

Damascus, Christos Tsiolkas Australia

     A reimagination of the life of St Paul and the origins of his Absurdist invention of Christ and Christianity, a fiction destined to consume the Roman Empire and replace it with an empire of faith more terrible still, and born of sexual terror, resistance and revolution against state tyranny and imperialist colonialism, and the inchoate vileness of authority and a regime of torture and fear from which the only escape is madness and the only liberation is seizure of power, a power which is corruptive and poisonous and will turn like vipers on those who would use it to subjugate others.

     Christos Tsiolkas has in Damascus given us a rare account in fiction of the true history of Christianity’s founding, an incantation of fearful imagery which recalls William Blake’s poetic reimagination of the Bible, a song of resistance against patriarchy and authorized identities of sex and gender, and an interrogation of the nature of power.

     In part a sustained dialectics of sanity as obedience to authorized identities including those of sex and gender and madness as resistance and liberation which equates to ecstatic vision, or possibly the reverse, and locates the whole of spiritual experience within the domain of self-ownership versus appropriation as revolutionary struggle and offers a unified theory of psychology and political action, the themes of Damascus hold the origins of our civilization in juxtaposition with our own time to discover Faith, Hope, and Love as informing and motivating sources of renewal and transformation.

     A vivid and unforgettable vision of a world divided into masters and slaves, and the emergence of the idea of equality before the Infinite which revolutionized the possibilities of human being, meaning, and value.

January 25 2026 On My Sister Erin’s Birthday

     On this my sister’s birthday I celebrate her life, her genius as a poet and her interventions in our history which include the creation of an artificial intelligence as a successor species to humankind, her role in the Fall of the Soviet Union, and her scholarship and refounding of the ancient faith of the Vikings as leader of the American branch of Asatru.

      As I described her in a birthday greeting of years past, which referenced some of the Defining Moments of her personal history as I remember them; “I remember our family’s discovery when you were in seventh grade that you were writing poems and stories in some of Tolkien’s invented languages, had puzzled out his sources and taught yourself a working knowledge of several ancient languages in order to write in them (Old Norse, Old Welsh, Gothic, and Old English), when you gave the Valedictorian Address for the International College at UC Santa Cruz as a graduate in Soviet Foreign Policy and Russian Language,  and then became Pushkin Scholar at a Soviet University in Moscow, when Rolling Stone called your reporting on the Fall of the Soviet Union the best political writing in America, and when we celebrated your six hundredth publication. I have always been glad that in writing and the world of literature you have found your bliss.”

           Erin grew up as a student of mine in kung fu and of my father in fencing, and playing the family violin; in her seventh grade year we discovered that while barricaded in her room she had puzzled out the source languages of Tolkien and taught herself to write poetry in them. For four years in high school she was the sole Russian Language student of Lt. Colonel Sviatislav Shasholin USAF, who translated during the Nixon-Breznev talks and handled Russian defectors.

     Our mother and I founded the Forensics program at Sonoma Valley High School because she was beginning Freshman year at a school that didn’t have one after our father who was my speech teacher and coach at a different school retired and the family moved, and we wanted her to be able to be on a debate team, that being my own most cherished and joyful experience in school. So, I was her teacher of both fighting and debate, and we share enthusiasms for languages and writing; but if she learned from me and we learned from our parents, I also learned from her, for she always counted her victories as finding common ground with others and turning competitions into cooperations and partnerships.

      Its not only what you can do, but the gulfs of understanding you are able to cross, which measure our value and our humanity. And this too is something I learned from her.

     She lives in the home we inherited from our mother in Las Vegas, where a swimming pool and jacuzzi provide solace from the terrible heat, and her many neighbors drop over for tea, which she makes a daily grand event of. In years past she owned the Science Fiction Store and operated an art collective and gallery in Las Vegas, and continues her Pagan Visibility Project, once a column in the now defunct magazine Pagans and Witches, and her editing and writing work.

      Tea and fragrances have become central to her joy as of late, GLP-1 which is derived from actual Gila Monster venom and the wailing of fallen angels, enhancing the sense of smell as a side effect of its health benefits; she calls it her Gila Lizard Powers. When she first mentioned this, I thought she was having a Gila Monster bite her for medicinal purposes as a ritual of some sort; this may give you an idea of her life on the other side of the mirror from our surfaces, and hidden in the depths within the literary, knitting, and cat lady images.

     Always parallel and interdependent, Maat the nurturer and Sekmet the huntress, the White and Black swans, and we are always both at once, all of us.

     When I introduced her to the perfume community Fragrantica, within weeks she was creating her own scented products, using enfleurage from natural ingredients which is considered a gourmet kind of perfumery. As with everything, my sister pursues excellence and uniqueness; she’s made some bespoke items for myself and Dolly, all of which are exquisite, and labeled as Dollhouse Park products in her ebay store, which smell of black licorice, iris, and rose.

       And in this a final lesson demonstrated by my sister; strive for excellence and uniqueness in all that you do, and make of your life a thing of beauty.     

            Writings In Conversation With My Sister, a retrospective

December 13 2025 Dressing the Part: On Wardrobe as a System of Signs In the Performance of Identity

August 16 2025  Beauty to Balance the Terror of Our Nothingness: In Search of the Bay Rum Aftershave of My Dreams

November 2 2023 Native American Heritage Month and the Hidden Costs of Unequal Power in the Falsification and Erasure of History as Authorized Identities: Day of the Dead Part Two, Case of the Phantom Ancestor

Her film Rain Dance

Author Page

Her blog in Witches and Pagans magazine

https://www.witchesandpagans.com/pagan-paths-blogs/gnosis-diary.html?sfnsn=mo

Her eBay store: magicalrealistartist

January 24 2026 Martyr of Liberty Alex Pretti

      Politics is the Art of Fear, and the basis of human exchange fear balanced with belonging, and in the street of America our fear of each other and of otherness which has long been weaponized in service to power by those who would enslave us has begun to be overwhelmed by our fear of the state. Thus divisions of race, language, nation of origin, class, gender, and all other hierarchies of being yet undreamed and fascisms of blood, faith, and soil embodied in the carceral state now begin to give way to solidarity and a United Humankind, as the Restoration of America as a beacon of hope to the world and a free society of equals who are guarantors of each other’s humanity re-emerges from the malign legacies of our history.

      My hope is that fascist tyranny and terror has found its high water mark as a tidal change occurs, and it is possible that the moral regeneration of America has begun.

     A people with nothing left to lose cannot be terrorized into obedience. As Jean Genet said to me when he swore me to the Oath of the Resistance in Beirut 1982, in a burning house, in a time of darkness, in a lost cause as we chose to be burned alive rather than surrender to the Israeli army’ “When there is no hope, one can do impossible things, glorious things.”

      As written by Cecilia Nowell in The Guardian, in an article entitled Terror, tension and unity in Minnesota amid Trump’s ICE surge: ‘I’ve never seen anything like this’; “The deployment of more than 3,000 federal immigration officers to Minnesota has transformed life in the cities of Minneapolis and St Paul, with residents reporting witnessing clashes between civilians and agents, carrying their passports and ID cards around for fear of being stopped, staying home as much as possible, and worrying for the safety of their children while out in public.

     “I’ve never witnessed anything like this in the US,” said Dan O’Kane, 69. He came to the conclusion after watching Immigration and Customs Enforcement (ICE) officers fighting with students and throwing a teacher to the ground at Roosevelt high school, three blocks from his home.

     The Trump administration started its immigration enforcement operation in December, and significantly ramped up the scale of the action in January. More agents arrived later in the month, after an ICE officer fatally shot 37-year-old Renee Good in Minneapolis, and the city erupted in protest.

     Over the past week, more than 150 Minnesota residents spoke with the Guardian about the fundamental ways their lives have changed since federal troops arrived in their state. An overwhelming majority of them described the situation in the Twin Cities as “tense”. Many of them felt their cities were “occupied” or described them as “under siege”. Many agreed to speak only on the condition of anonymity, fearful of retribution by the government.

     Marcus Kessler said his wife had begun carrying her tribal identification card everywhere, at the urging of the White Earth Ojibwe Nation’s leadership, who had logged instances of immigration officers racially profiling tribal citizens.

     “Me and other brown friends are taking precautions: carrying our passports, having phone lines open while we drive, telling people where we’re going, when we expect to arrive, and checking in upon arrival so they don’t worry,” one 57-year-old Latina resident of St Paul, who asked to remain anonymous, said.

     “I’m pregnant right now and my OB had a whole conversation about what to do if I get teargassed or pepper-sprayed,” said one 38-year-old mother. “I’m avoiding protests to be safe and instead focusing my efforts on supply runs. I want to defend my neighbors, but find myself needing to keep my baby safe.”

     As parents navigate whether to send their children to school or daycare, teachers are reporting lower numbers of children in the classroom. Some schools have begun offering online instruction, as they did during the Covid-19 pandemic.

     “I haven’t seen some of my students for two weeks. Every day my class gets smaller and smaller,” a fifth-grade St Paul public schools teacher said. “It’s hard for 10-year-olds to wrap their head around. They were trying to work out how long Trump had left in office, so they know when they can go back outside for recess.”

     The same is true for hospitals. Despite cold and flu season, one physician said she had seen “emergency departments and children’s hospitals empty” because “families are too scared to bring in their ill children”.

     “People are scared to go out,” said Gerard James, a therapist. “People are enraged, sad, scared.”

     As families witness violent arrests and shootings, and navigate the deployment of chemicals like teargas and pepper spray in their neighborhoods, some are evaluating whether it’s safe to continue living in Minnesota.

     “My wife and baby daughter went to stay with my parents in another state. I couldn’t stand to have them around this violence,” Seth, a 33-year-old Minneapolis resident, said.

     Despite all this – and in many ways because of the ways Minnesotans have pulled together during the operation – many residents who spoke to the Guardian said they felt a deep sense of pride in their home.

     Minneapolis has long had strong organizing networks, particularly since the city went through weeks of protest after the killing of George Floyd.

     “Living in Minneapolis right now feels a lot like it did during the George Floyd uprising,” said Jason C, a 50-year-old resident of south Minneapolis, who declined to give his last name. “It is definitely a retriggering of those traumas but at the same time the communities and systems that were put in place as a result of George Floyd were immediately brought back online to help marginalized communities in our area.”

     A new wave of Minnesotans are also learning strategies to protect their neighbors, like one 72-year-old Minnetonka resident who detailed learning how to record ICE interactions on her phone, despite threats from immigration officers.

     Many respondents said they had changed their routines to protect their neighbors – carrying whistles to alert passersby of approaching ICE agents, volunteering for shifts supervising school drop-off, or purchasing personal protective equipment to attend protests where federal officers might deploy teargas – others have taken steps to protect themselves.

     “Anyone from the Twin Cities will tell you how unique they are. I moved here last year to escape LGBTQ discrimination in my home state, and seeing the vibrance and kindness of Minneapolis warmed my heart,” said Dan, a 30-year-old resident. “There is a sense of belonging here. That is why I think Trump wants to crush it so badly, the way Somalian people, and other immigrant groups have enriched this city is a threat to them.”

     Yet as the ICE operation in Minnesota wears on, many residents say they feel as if they no longer recognize their home. “Federal agents are assaulting and kidnapping American citizens and non-citizens in broad daylight, in our neighborhoods. I thought this only happened in Iran or the USSR,” said Mike, from St Paul.

     Many are concerned that the Twin Cities are only the beginning. As one anonymous Minneapolis resident said: “We’re very clearly a test bed to explore what the people of this country will tolerate as long as it doesn’t affect them directly, and the answer appears to be Literally. Fucking. Anything.”

      Hope remains as there is a simple fact which tyrants never learn; the use of social force, especially as police brutality and the repression of dissent, creates its own Resistance, as the Calculus of Fear obeys Newton’s Third Law of Motion. And the Battle of Minneapolis has now gone national and engulfed America in a marvelous wave of Resistance to the tyranny and terror of the Trump Fourth Reich.

     As written by Jenna Amatulli and Charlotte Simmonds in The Guardian, in an article entitled Large protests spread across US after Alex Pretti fatally shot by federal agents: Wave of demonstrations comes a day after thousands marched through Minneapolis streets to protest ICE; “Large protests spread across US cities on Saturday – including Minneapolis, New York City, San Francisco, Boston and Providence, Rhode Island – after 37-year-old Alex Pretti, a registered nurse living in Minneapolis, was shot dead by federal agents.

     The wave of demonstrations come just one day after thousands marched through the streets of Minneapolis to protest against US Immigration and Customs Enforcement (ICE). Protesters again braved the extreme cold to speak out against the agency and show support for Pretti and others who have been harmed by the surge of immigration agents who have flooded the city in recent week.

     “Fuck ICE, ICE out,” a crowd could be heard shouting in livestreams of the demonstration on Saturday night.

     Thousands more rallied in Union Square in New York City, with footage showing demonstrators shouting: “Say it once, say it twice, we will not put up with ICE!”

     New York city council member Chi Ossé addressed the crowd in freezing temperatures to call for the abolishment of ICE.

     “We need Nuremberg trials for the people of ICE, for the people who are committing crimes against humanity here in our country. I refuse to call them law enforcement. They are agents of chaos. They are destroying the fabric of our country,” Ossé shouted to the group before him.

     In Washington DC, a giant crowd formed outside the headquarters of the US Department of Homeland Security (DHS). Video footage captured cries of “shame” ringing out through the cold air on Saturday night as hundreds of people gathered in the dark.

     Across the country in San Francisco, hundreds of people gathered in the city’s downtown as the sun began to set. Footage on social media showed large crowds holding signs and chanting slogans such as “stand up fight back”. Protesters held aloft banners admonishing ICE and demanding justice for Renee Good, another Minneapolis resident who was shot and killed by an immigration officer earlier this month.

     And further south, hundreds of people took to the streets of downtown Los Angeles, a city that faced its own crisis over the summer when a wave of immigration agents flooded the region, detaining people at car washes, Home Depot stores, farms and other workplaces. Crowds gathered holding banners of solidarity that read “From Los Angeles to Minneapolis, stop ICE terror,” the Los Angeles Times reported.

     In Providence, hundreds showed up to protest in front of the local headquarters of DHS.

     “Shut it down, shut it down, shut it down,” some protesters screamed, while others held signs reading “No Tyrants & No Kings” and “ICE is the worst of the worst”.

    Marching the streets in Boston, droves of demonstrators chanted en masse: “One, two, three, four, ICE detention no more! Five, six, seven, eight, end the terror and the hate!”

    Pretti, a US citizen who worked in the intensive care unit at the Minneapolis VA Health Care System, which serves veterans, was shot multiple times during an exchange with law enforcement officers.

     Viral video footage of the incident show Pretti being wrestled to the ground by the law enforcement officers before he was shot. Pretti was apprehended after appearing to come to the defense of an observer who was shoved to the ground by a federal officer. That officer then sprayed Pretti with a chemical agent, repeatedly, before tackling him to the street along with other agents. At least one analyst suggested that some footage showed Pretti had a gun taken away from him before the shots were fired.

     The DHS and its secretary, Kristi Noem, have repeatedly asserted that Pretti “approached US border patrol officers with a 9mm semi-automatic handgun” and that “officers attempted to disarm” him, despite all available video evidence showing Pretti without a gun in his hand. Additionally, Brian O’Hara, the Minneapolis police chief, said Pretti was a lawful gun owner with a permit to carry. Minnesota law allows citizens to obtain permits to carry handguns in public. The law does not require the concealment of those weapons.

    Demonstrators in Minneapolis stand behind a makeshift barricade during a protest in response Pretti’s killing. Photograph: Adam Gray/AP

Back in Minneapolis, protesters converged at the scene of Pretti’s shooting despite dangerously cold weather.

     As dark fell, hundreds of people gathered quietly by a growing memorial at the spot where the nurse was killed. Some carried signs saying “Justice for Alex Pretti”. Others chanted Pretti and Good’s names. A doughnut shop and a clothing store nearby stayed open, offering protesters a warm place as well as water, coffee and snacks.

      Caleb Spike said he came from a nearby suburb to show his support and his frustration. “It feels like every day something crazier happens,” he said. “What’s happening in our community is wrong, it’s sickening, it’s disgusting.”

What is to be done?

     Here follows guidance on surviving liberation struggle and Resistance against vast and ancient systems of oppression, white supremacist terror and theocratic patriarchal sexual terror, and in action against its enforcers.

     As written by Jackie Summers on Face Book;

“Field Notes for Cracking An Empire

How to stay alive when the fight arrives at your door.

If you’ve been reading my work for the last few years, none of this should be surprising. The old narratives are gone. This is what fascism looks like in real time. First, ICE agents killed Renee Nicole Good, a white woman.

Now they’ve murdered Alex Jeffrey Pretti, a 37-year-old US citizen. A nurse with no criminal record.

White women’s bodies were supposed to be sacrosanct. Respectable professionals were supposed to be “off-limits.” That’s no longer the case. For Black people, this country has always been fascist. What’s new is who else is inside the blast radius.

The Venn diagram of “safe” and “endangered” is now a circle.

If you’re shaken, it’s not just grief. It’s narrative whiplash.  The distance between “this can’t happen” and “it just did, on camera” no longer exists. You have choices. You can either cling to the lie and let someone else keep paying.  Or pay the cost of updating the story about this country

About who is “safe,” about what you’re willing to do now that protections are gone.

I’ve said it before. Empire can handle outrage. It has no defense against empathy at scale. Outrage spikes, trends, and fades. Empathy—“it can be me; it already is them”—changes what people are willing to risk and protect. This is recruitment by atrocity. Your blood spilled red in the streets, just like ours.

It shouldn’t take this. It always has.

I’m on record as saying, “Study Black history to learn how to resist fascism.” You will want to take to the streets. Telling people “learn from Black history” without a field manual is malpractice.

You will be tempted to rush to every protest. Film everything. Provoke cops. Prove you’re “not like them” with your body. We don’t need more martyrs.

We need you alive.

If you choose to go out, you need more than vibes. You need a plan. This is about maximizing safety and impact. Not about looking brave on Instagram.

If you’re going out, your first job is coming home.

Before you leave pick your role (you’re not stuck in just one). The four basic lanes are:

Helpers– people who give personal, individual assistance. Support can be verbal, emotional, physical, or financial. Not everyone can go out. Anyone can be someone to come home to.

Advocates– people embedded in the system who can use their knowledge and influence to navigate and reinvent from within.

Organizers– visionaries who see the big picture and bring resources and talents together.

Rebels – indomitable spirits who bring passion and energy. Audacious risk-takers, willing to bear the brunt of criticism.

You are not consigned to a single role for life. Today, pick one where intent can become impact. Street-side roles: marcher, medic, legal observer, marshal. Home-side roles: childcare, food, bail funds, phones, amplifying, watching scanners and news.

Not everyone needs to be in front of a rifle.

No solo missions. Go with a pod (2–5 people). Decide ahead of time who you stick with, who your emergency contact is, where you’ll meet up if separated. No one leaves alone. If one person needs to tap out, at least one goes with them.

Make sure you have your ID. Be prepared to record. Don’t leave home without a full charge + battery pack, Use a strong passcode, no FaceID/fingerprint. Have one card or some cash, not your whole wallet. Do not forget any meds you truly can’t miss.

Write essential information on your skin with a sharpie in case your phone dies. Include your name, phone, and the name and phone of your emergency contact. If you have local legal aid / bail fund number, include that as well.

Decide if you’re willing to face lawful arrest before adrenaline kicks in.  If police say “disperse,” are you leaving, and if not, are you adequately prepared?

Don’t let panic make that call. Know your line and your rights ahead of time.

Move like you’re planning to come back tomorrow. Stay on the edges of dense crowds. Always clock a landmark and at least two exit routes. If you can’t see or hear organizers/marshals, rethink where you are.

If you record ICE, do it clean; Stand back. Do not cross lines or interfere. Say calmly: I’m recording for everyone’s safety. I’m not interfering. Capture time, place, badge numbers, and what led up to the moment—not just the hit. Let someone you trust know before you start recording. Send important clips to a trusted person immediately, so they exist off your phone.

De-escalate, don’t cosplay hero.

Chant, sing, hold signs, stand, kneel—visible but not threatening. No taunts. No getting in faces. No throwing anything. If an order is lawful and clear (“move to the sidewalk,” “this assembly is unlawful, disperse”), obey while documenting.

White folks: your job is not to reenact Selma on TikTok. Reduce risk through strength in numbers.

When you come home, care for the body that carried you. Eat. Hydrate. Shower. Cry. Sleep if you can. Your nervous system is not a machine. Treat it like someone you love. Debrief with your pod. Ask: What felt dangerous? What worked? What would we do differently next time?

Listening to that is future safety.

Move the evidence where it matters. Share key footage with trusted organizers, legal groups, or reliable journalists. Don’t rely on the algorithm. It is not your friend.

Yes take to the streets, just don’t stay there. Protests are the spark, not the whole fire. Show up for council meetings, oversight boards, union drives, mutual aid, elections and recalls, policy fights that outlive the headline.

Most of all show up for each other. Outrage without structure creates burnout. Empathy with practice builds power.

We don’t need more martyrs. We need people alive, trained, connected, and stubborn enough to keep showing up. If you’re newly afraid because you see yourself in Renee, or Alex, or anyone else, don’t bring your guilt. Bring your courage. Bring your empathy. Bring your willingness to learn from people who’ve been living in this fire for generations.

Stand in harm’s way before harm harms anyone else.

Study Black history. Our grief, our joy, and how we organized. Study our resilience and our refusal to be victims. Then decide: what you can sustainably give, what you absolutely will not tolerate, and how you’re going to protect yourself while you help change the world.

If you’re going out, your first job is coming home. If you’re staying home, your first job is staying human.

Either way, we’re going to need you for the long haul.”

     As written by Chris Hedges in his Substack newsletter, in an essay entitled Imperial Boomerang; “The murders of unarmed civilians on the streets of Minneapolis, including the killing today of the intensive-care nurse Alex Jeffrey Pretti, would not come as a shock to Iraqis in Fallujah or Afghans in Helmand province. They were terrorized by heavily armed American execution squads for decades.

     It would not come as a shock to any of the students I teach in prison. Militarized police in poor urban neighborhoods kick down doors without warrants and kill with the same impunity and lack of accountability.

      What the rest of us are facing now, is what Aimé Césaire called imperial boomerang. Empires, when they decay, employ the savage forms of control on those they subjugate abroad, or those demonized by the wider society in the name of law and order, on the homeland. The tyranny Athens imposed on others, Thucydides noted, it finally, with the collapse of Athenian democracy, imposed on itself.

     But before we became the victims of state terror, we were accomplices. Before we expressed moral outrage at the indiscriminate taking of innocent lives, we tolerated, and often celebrated, the same Gestapo tactics, as long as they were directed at those who lived in the nations we occupied or poor people of color. We sowed the wind, now we will reap the whirlwind. The machinery of terror, perfected on those we abandoned and betrayed, including the Palestinians in Gaza, is ready for us.”

Man killed in Minneapolis by federal agents identified as VA nurse Alex Pretti: ‘He wanted to help people

https://www.theguardian.com/us-news/2026/jan/24/alex-pretti-minneapolis-minnesota-shooting?fbclid=IwY2xjawPjalNleHRuA2FlbQIxMQBzcnRjBmFwcF9pZBAyMjIwMzkxNzg4MjAwODkyAAEeu9As-tlDk1x21ZPoRNpbUkNnGWY_qEuh0pfOilvFiuCSHUhlfB38b8_j2Gg_aem_8oEabJjueDyeCu7kRFpSJA

‘You ask us for peace, we get shot in the face’: Minneapolis in turmoil after federal agents kill second US citizen

https://www.theguardian.com/us-news/2026/jan/24/protesters-minneapolis-federal-agents-kill-second-us-citizen

Terror, tension and unity in Minnesota amid Trump’s ICE surge: ‘I’ve never seen anything like this’

Jackie Summer FB page

https://www.facebook.com/JackFromBkln

Large protests spread across US after Alex Pretti fatally shot by federal agents

Wave of demonstrations comes a day after thousands marched through Minneapolis streets to protest ICE

https://www.theguardian.com/us-news/2026/jan/24/protests-alex-pretti-killing-federal-agents-ice?fbclid=IwY2xjawPjXUdleHRuA2FlbQIxMQBzcnRjBmFwcF9pZBAyMjIwMzkxNzg4MjAwODkyAAEehXEMoEqm3RpyTJdJA_L1uEeCU91xb9zlej96NlqnVaZYf_2_KkruTXXakUY_aem_tRMUmG-8-4pk_4GlQmN74g

The Chris Hedges Report

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