July 13 2025 Anniversary of the Bloody Ear, a Performance of the Trump Circus

       A traveling freak show of grotesques and abominations, cruelties and the degradation of our humanity has offered for our amusement a theatrical of performative heroism on this day one year ago, in the Spectacle of the Bloody Ear.

     We wander lost in a Wilderness of Mirrors; lies, illusions, propaganda, rewritten histories and alternate universes, untruths designed to falsify us and overwrite the programming of our history in service to the wealth and power of hegemonic elites and the tyrants who speak for them but claim to speak and act for us as a strategy of our enslavement and the manufacture of consent. 

      Here in the funhouse of distorted images and manufactured authority we have but one chance of escape; the sacred calling to pursue and witness the truth.

       Always pay attention to the man behind the curtain, for he wishes to steal your soul.

      As I wrote in my post of July 15 2024, Thoughts and Prayers, Just None of Them Benign; A dramatic performance before the stage of the world, the wounded hero who refuses to be silenced hurling defiance to his assassin, marked like a hunter riding to hounds on his first kill, a living bloody flag with which to rally the masses; this was Our Clown of Terror’s greatest performance, and one designed to hand him the Presidency.

     An ear nicked by a glass shard or fragment of a bullet, fired by a fellow Republican who has unrestricted access to his sniper position, citizen reports of his doing so ignored by police, Secret Service, and campaign security.

    How likely, how believable, is this scene had we been offered it in a work of fiction?

     My partner Theresa’s immediate reaction was; “This is fake. It’s a show.” Mine was that the Republican Party has decided to free itself from capture by the Fourth Reich and its figurehead Traitor Trump, and that it was funded by Republican power brokers and opportunity created by intelligence provided from within Trump’s inner circle and in collusion with his many layers of public and private security.

     I suspect these two reactions will be typical among our electorate, who by now have internalized the motto of X Files; “Trust No One.”

     This is the nation we live in now, where no one trusts the state or each other, wherein we are divided and our solidarity is a broken and antique thing, and we are no longer co-owners of the state as a democracy, but an audience for performances of democracy which no longer have any meaning.

       We wander lost in a Wilderness of Mirrors, falsifications, lies and illusions, rewritten histories and alternate realities chosen by those who would enslave us. And most of us no longer know the difference, for truth is the first casualty of tyranny.

     President Biden has made kiss the booboo noises with his iron jaws like a Tin Woodsman short of oil, “Politics must never be a literal battlefield or, god forbid, a literal killing field,” he said in his address to the nation. Biden called for “national unity” and proclaimed “We can’t allow this violence to be normalized.” Fine words, with which I would agree in normal times. But normal doesn’t live here anymore.

     Calls to unity and the rule of law are fine when we have a functioning democracy, or one which is salvageable; but Biden’s Restoration of Democracy has failed, and with it the rule of law and our unity as a nation who hold some truths self evident.

     Absolutely democracy is constituted by political violence, and all liberty is created through resistance, seizures of power, and liberation struggle. Here Obama speaks of the internal operations of viable and functioning systems of liberty; but when liberty fails, is sabotaged or subverted, or is yet to be won, democracy must be established by the use of social force and violence beyond the boundaries of its Law. How else can we bring change to systems of oppression?

      Law serves power, order appropriates, and there is no just authority.

      All Resistance is War to the Knife.

      To Traitor Trump, most dangerous enemy spy to have ever tried to bring America down, Russian agent and Nazi fanatic who wants to make of us a white supremacist terrorist state, who conspired in the deaths of policemen and the attempted mass murders of members of Congress in the January 6 Insurrection, rapist who wants to make us a Gideonite theocracy of patriarchal sexual terror, a reality television star who wants to be our king, I send thoughts and prayers; just none of them benign.

     As I wrote in my post of July 18 2024, A Crusade Begins: On the Reimagination of the Failed Assassination as Divine Intervention and the Anointing of a King, and Theocracy As the Idolatry of Trump Cast In the Role of Cyrus the Great In A New Myth of Exile; During the coronation ceremonies at today’s Party of Treason festivities, we are confronted by a cultlike homage to the Fuhrer of rows upon rows of fake ear bandages, signs of submission and of the reimagination of the failed assassination of Our Clown of Terror as divine intervention and the anointing of a king, and of Gideonite Theocracy as the idolatry of Traitor Trump cast in the role of Cyrus the Great in a new myth of exile.

     QAnon has been instrumental in laying the groundwork for the Age of Tyrants to come, as has the network of Pentecostal, charismatic, and other fundamentalist churches which operate as a Christian Identity-Fourth Reich propaganda insurgency. The story of the subversion of our secular democracy as a theocratic tyranny in America begins in 1980 with the capture of the Republican Party by Christian Identity fundamentalists under Jerry Falwell and his Moral Majority, which put Reagan in the White House, though it drew on pre existing Confederate and Nazi elements and ideologies.

     And all of this draws on far more ancient sources, from the Crusades and the Inquisition, and so we may interrogate with great precision what we are witnessing in this historical moment in the birth of a terrible new faith, and act to save each other from its consequences.

     What Trump and the Party of Treason are attempting to launch here is not limited to the goals of a re-election campaign; it is nothing less than a crusade.

     As written by Adam Gabbatt and Alice Herman in The Guardian, in an article entitled Christian right see God’s hand in Trump rally shooting: ‘The world saw a miracle’: Attempted assassination bolsters Trump’s support in a key part of the Republican base – conservative evangelicals; “Rocío Cleveland was at a wedding on Saturday when she heard the news that something had happened to Donald Trump. He had fallen, clutching his ear, while giving remarks at a rally and it wasn’t yet clear if he was injured or even dead.

     “It took a little bit for it to sink in,” said Cleveland, a conservative activist from Illinois who attended the Republican national convention this week. “I was speechless, I was crying, I was in tears.”

     Trump had been tackled to the ground by a Secret Service detail after a gunman, perched on a nearby roof, opened fire on the crowd at a Trump rally. When the former US president rose, shaking his fist, blood dripping down his face – apparently only grazed by the would-be assassin’s bullet – the moment, for Cleveland, was euphoric.

     “I think this tragic event that happened to President Trump, I think it will restore the faith in our country, as horrible as it may sound,” Cleveland said. “The world saw a miracle before their eyes.”

     Cleveland’s perspective – that Trump’s survival was more than just luck – is shared widely by Christian believers in the Maga (Make America great again) movement who have seen the hand of God in Trump’s recent escape from serious harm at the hands of a gun-wielding 20-year-old shooter with no easily discernible motive.

     It also bolsters Trump’s support in a key part of the Republican base – conservative evangelicals – that he and his team have been seeking to woo be deploying Christian imagery throughout his 2024 campaign.

     The religious feeling, that Trump was saved in an act of divine intervention, quickly took hold in the Republican party after the shooting, with grassroots activists, internet personalities and powerful Republican lawmakers offering religious explanations for the near-miss.

     “I have no doubt that God lowered a shield of protection over Donald Trump,” Ben Carson, Trump’s former secretary of housing and urban development, told the crowd on Tuesday night.

     Carson said he had “watched with horror” as Trump was shot.

     “And my thoughts immediately turned to the book of Isiah,” Carson said. “That says no weapon formed against you shall prosper.”

     Others have also suggested divine intervention. One viral image that circulated on X in the days after the shooting showed how close the bullet came to striking Trump in the brain, rather than grazing his ear.

     “God intervened,” a caption on the photo read. The image has been viewed almost 800,000 times.

     Trump has not always been a favourite of the Christian right. A thrice-married man who has referred to the Eucharist as a “little cracker”, who was reportedly unable to name a single Bible verse and says he has never asked God for forgiveness, seemed an unlikely hero when he first ran for president.

     But Trump’s selection of the pious Mike Pence as his running mate allayed concerns in 2016, and his nomination of conservative justices to the supreme court paved the way for the overturning of Roe v Wade – a huge victory for conservative Christians and one that appears to have sealed the bond between them and Trump.

     While religious Trump supporters at the grassroots level seized on to a biblical interpretation of the shooting, influential figures in the Christian right have amplified it.

     In a podcast episode titled Prophecy or Coincidence, Lance Wallnau, an influential pastor and self-described prophet, said that prayers for Trump had “worked” in saving the former president, and speculated that the shooter had been motivated by the left to commit an act of spiritual warfare.

     In the episode, Wallnau referred to an apparent authority on the subject: Trump, who in the wake of the shooting, claimed on Truth Social that it was “God alone who prevented the unthinkable from happening”

     “We will FEAR NOT, but instead remain resilient in our Faith and Defiant in the face of Wickedness,” Trump wrote.

     Again and again at the Republican national convention, prominent attendees and speakers echoed the sentiment.

     “Let me start by giving thanks to God almighty for protecting president Trump, and for turning his head on Saturday as the shot was fired,” Ted Cruz, the Texas senator, said in his speech.

     “Together we lift up in prayer all of our leaders for protection.”

     Mike Lindell, the pillow salesman turned election conspiracy theorist and Trump ally, said during a podcast interview staged outside the convention center on Monday that an image of Trump on the ground, alive after the shooting, inspired in him a sense of religious awe.

     “It’s like right there, you could feel the presence of God talking to us,” said Lindell, his voice wavering. “It’s gonna be OK. It’s gonna be OK.”

     Others invoked darker forces. In his speech Tim Scott, the senator from South Carolina, claimed “the devil came to Pennsylvania holding a rifle”, while Marjorie Taylor Greene, the divisive Florida congresswoman, said “evil came for the man we admire and love so much”.

     For Marlene Stuck, who traveled with congregants from her church in Stillwater, Oklahoma, to Milwaukee for the Republican national convention, the shooting was evidence of a fundamental spiritual truth.

     “The word of God works,” said Stuck. “It saved his life.”

     As written by Sidney Blumenthal in The Guardian, in an article entitled To his supporters, Trump is a martyred messiah, resurrected after crucifixion; “The attempted assassination of Donald Trump has transformed the theology of Trump. He has long portrayed himself as an innocent lamb falsely accused, the target of slings and arrows to bear the suffering of believers. Now the bullet and the blood of Butler, Pennsylvania, have sanctified him for the faithful and brought forth a new gospel.

     Earlier this month, the Republican National Committee endorsed the party platform, a document that contained a plank pledging to create a new federal agency to defend Christian nationalism: “To protect Religious Liberty, Republicans support a new Federal Task Force on Fighting Anti-Christian Bias that will investigate all forms of illegal discrimination, harassment, and persecution against Christians in America.” The document casts Christians as though they are a sect still persecuted by the Romans, about to be dragged into the Colosseum to face ferocious beasts.

     But after the shooting, there was no mention of a platform. There was no reference to the political party. Trump had not simply survived crucifixion. He was not only resurrected. He became his own second coming. He was washed in his own blood. Divine intervention proved he was destined to return. All that is required from followers are declarations of faith. The return is a restoration of the grand course of events that was unjustly detoured by a stolen election. Trump is now a martyr, resurrected and the second coming all at once. All power is invested in the messiah on day one.

     “The doctor at the hospital said he never saw anything like this, he called it a miracle,” Trump explained. “I’m not supposed to be here, I’m supposed to be dead. By luck or by God, many people are saying it’s by God I’m still here.” He was reborn.

     His sanctification has produced a new narrative by those who wish to be seen as his most fervent apostles. They compete to proclaim the new gospel. “GOD protected President Trump yesterday,” tweeted House speaker Mike Johnson. “God’s hand of protection” held Trump safe, the Rev Franklin Graham told Fox News. “The devil came to Pennsylvania holding a rifle,” said Senator Tim Scott, Republican of South Carolina. “Listen, if you didn’t believe in miracles before Saturday, you better be believing right now.” They are the chosen messengers of the chosen one. The fervor with which they tell the story reveals more than their faith, but also establishes their seat at the table of the apostles.

     The most important revelation was written within hours of the shooting by Senator JD Vance, now Trump’s running mate. His was not a gospel of peace, but of wrath. “Today is not just some isolated incident,” Vance wrote. “The central premise of the Biden campaign is that President Donald Trump is an authoritarian fascist who must be stopped at all costs. That rhetoric led directly to President Trump’s attempted assassination.”

     Pointing his spear at the enemy, Vance settled the apostolic succession. He is a changeling, who once compared Trump to “heroin” and “Hitler”, but his conversion into Trump’s warrior has vaulted him to become the anointed disciple and chief of the praetorian guard of the living godhead.

     Before the assassination attempt, the Christian nationalists’ narrative awkwardly tried to fit the licentious, sinful and predatory Trump into a framework in which his apparent absence of virtue and religious faith served virtue and faith. They commonly referred to him as King Cyrus, after the Persian ruler, who did not “recognize” God but was described in Isaiah 45 as “anointed” by the Lord to free the exiled Jews in Babylon.

     Trump’s origin story as the son of the brutish real estate operator Fred Trump and the pupil of the nefarious fixer and Mafia lawyer Roy Cohn was always problematic. None of his followers ever acknowledge it, except perhaps for Cohn’s protege Roger Stone, who was handed Trump to run as a client when Cohn was dying of Aids. That true crime story remains dangerous to the Trump mythology.

     A movie about Trump’s relationship with Cohn, The Apprentice, which premiered at the Cannes Film Festival, has not yet found an American distributor. Media companies have been intimidated at the possibility of Trump’s vengeance. “If you do not immediately cease all publication and marketing of the movie, President Trump will pursue every appropriate legal means to hold you accountable for this gross violation of President Trump and the American people’s rights,” Trump’s lawyer wrote the producers of the film.

     So, as in Isaiah 45, the 45th president was the king whose “right hand” was invisibly guided from above. “He, like King Cyrus before him, fulfilled the biblical prophecy of the gods worshiped by Jews,” proclaimed Jeanine Pirro, a Fox News host. The Trump Prophecy, a film hailing his presidency as divinely ordained, produced with faculty and students from Jerry Falwell’s Liberty University, also cast him as King Cyrus. An evangelical preacher, Paula White, whom Trump invited to speak at his 2017 inauguration ceremony and welcomed to the White House to bless him for nominating Neil Gorsuch to the supreme court, declared: “Because God says that he raises up and places all people in places of authority, it is God who raises up a king.”

     After Trump’s multiple indictments and felony conviction, he intensified his image-making as a martyr, the victim of conspiratorial forces, of the “Deep State”, “radical left Democrats” and “globalist elites”. He presented himself as selflessly absorbing the blows that were really meant for his supporters, whom he was shielding from “poisoning of the blood” from immigrants. But he instantly translated his supposed self-sacrifice into cries of revenge.

     On 4 August 2023, the day after he was formally charged in the January 6 case, Trump posted on Truth Social: “If you go after me, I’m coming after you!” By April of this year, Trump had made numerous threats against the judges, court staff and witnesses in all of his cases, who have received death threats and are under the protection of security details, including the US marshals. Trump’s courtroom outbursts forced judges to issue 14 gag orders. In the New York hush-money case, he violated 10 gag orders, which may be pertinent in his sentencing on 18 September. In that case, after Trump attacked Judge Juan Merchan’s daughter, Merchan said, in issuing one of the gag orders: “The threat is very real.”

     On 4 June, after his conviction on 34 felonies in the New York hush-money case, Trump told Sean Hannity on Fox News: “Look, when this election is over, based on what they’ve done, I would have every right to go after them. And it’s easy because it’s Joe Biden and you see all the criminality.” Biden, of course, had nothing to do with the New York case.

     Two weeks earlier, Trump had appeared before the National Rifle Association convention to warn: “If the Biden regime gets four more years, they are coming for your guns, 100% certain.” He conflated gun control with his trials: “No, they want to take away your rights. Well, I know that better than anybody. They want to take away my rights better than anybody, worse than Alphonse Capone.” He returned to guns. “We have to have a gun,” he said. “If we don’t have a gun, we’re dead people.”

     On 6 January 2024, a week before the Republican Iowa caucuses, 17-year-old Dylan Butler entered his school in a small town in Perry, north of Des Moines, killed one student and wounded seven more people before he shot himself. He also had an explosive device. “Two friends and their mother who spoke with the AP said Butler was a quiet person who had been bullied relentlessly since elementary school,” the Associated Press reported. After 36 hours of silence, Trump called the incident “very terrible”, adding: “But we have to get over it, we have to move forward.”

      Back in 2015, after Trump announced his first candidacy, he gave an interview to a gun blog called Ammoland. He had previously supported the Federal Assault Weapons Ban, passed in 1994 under the Clinton administration, which a research team at New York University’s Langone Medical Center for the National Institute of Health calculated reduced mass shootings by 70%. That ban was allowed to lapse in 2004 under the George W Bush administration.

     Trump wanted to reassure the gun lobby that he was emphatically against gun control. “To the left, every gun is an assault weapon,” he said. “I certainly stand by my opposition to gun control when it comes to taking guns from law-abiding citizens. You mention that the media describes the AR-15 as an ‘assault rifle,’ which is one example of the many distortions they use to sell their agenda. However, the AR-15 does not fall under this category. Gun-banners are unfortunately preoccupied with the AR-15, magazine capacity, grips and other aesthetics, precisely because of its popularity.”

     On 9 August 2016, Trump delivered a stemwinding speech against gun control and threatened the assassination of Hillary Clinton, his Democratic opponent. He ridiculed the idea of “gun-free zones” and hypothesized being shot by a gunman from the side, saying: “Do you know what a gun-free zone is? That’s like – they study where the gun-free zones – if they would have known you had guns, if they would have known that they were going to be shot at from the other side, it would have been a whole different story. Maybe it wouldn’t have even happened in the first place.”

     Then, he incited the crowd against Hillary Clinton. “If she gets to pick her judges, nothing you can do, folks,” Trump said. “Although the second amendment, people – maybe there is, I don’t know.”

     Four years later, Hillary Clinton still appeared as a target for Donald Trump Jr, who posted a picture of himself on Instagram on 4 January 2020, holding an AR-15 etched with a Crusader’s Cross, a far-right symbol, and Hillary Clinton’s image behind bars on the magazine. “Nice day at the range. @rarebreedfirearms and @spikes_tactical adding a little extra awesome to my AR and that mag,” he wrote.

    On January 6, according to testimony by Cassidy Hutchinson, a top aide to the White House chief of staff, when Trump was informed that thousands in the crowd on the Ellipse whom he urged on to the Capitol refused to be screened for weapons at the magnetometers set by the Secret Service, he shouted: “I don’t fucking care that they have weapons! They’re not here to hurt me. They can march to the Capitol from here.”

     Among the banners carried by the mob assaulting the Capitol was a large Confederate flag adorned with an AR-15 and the inscription “Come and Take It”. Other flags depicted Trump carrying an assault rifle. One of the rightwing militias staging the attack, the Oath Keepers, stashed a small armory of AR-15s and other weapons at the ready in a suburban Virginia motel.

     On 13 July, earlier this month, Trump stepped onto the stage in Butler county, Pennsylvania, where he began by denouncing “the fake news” for not reporting the size of this “big, big, beautiful crowd”. He falsely claimed that Joe Biden had lied about his own crowd sizes, and said: “And we got to bring our country back to health, because our country is going to hell, if you haven’t noticed. Millions and millions of people are pouring in from prisons and from mental institutions.” Trump ripped into “Crooked Joe Biden and laughing Kamala Harris”. He said: “Our country’s been stolen from us … one of the greatest crimes is what they’ve done over four years and hiding what the obvious facts are … .”

     He was referring to the election of 2020: “I tell you what, we did fantastically in 2016. We did much better in 2020. You know we did much better, and it was rigged. It was a rigged deal.”

     He turned to talking about people crossing the southern border: “Criminals, we have criminals. We have drug dealers. We have people who should not be here.” On a large screen to the right of his stage, a chart showed how immigration had increased under Biden, though not its recently rapid decrease; he said: “The worst president in the history of our country took over, and look what happened to our country.” Trump turned his head slightly to look at the chart, and said: “And if you, uh, want to really see something that’s sad, take a look at what happened … .” Then the bullet clipped his ear. The shooter with a semi-automatic rifle killed a bystander and critically injured two others.

     The reborn Trump announced that he would rewrite his acceptance speech to the Republican convention. “It is a chance to bring the country together. I was given that chance,” he said. On the first day of the convention, a Trump-appointed judge, Aileen Cannon, issued a ruling in the national security documents and obstruction case stating that the special prosecutor was illegal, and dismissed the entire case against Trump – a ruling nearly all legal experts regarded as bizarre, partial and likely to be overturned.

     Trump’s continuing streak of remarkable luck inspired him to descend from his heavenly state into his usual pit of grievance. His idea of bringing the country together is a lengthy self-interested checklist of settling scores. Uneasy rests the crown of thorns. On 15 July, he posted:

     As we move forward in Uniting our Nation after the horrific events on Saturday, this dismissal of the Lawless Indictment in Florida should be just the first step, followed quickly by the dismissal of ALL the Witch Hunts – The January 6th Hoax in Washington, D.C., the Manhattan D.A.’s Zombie Case, the New York A.G. Scam, Fake Claims about a woman I never met (a decades old photo in a line with her then husband does not count), and the Georgia “Perfect” Phone Call charges. The Democrat Justice Department coordinated ALL of these Political Attacks, which are an Election Interference conspiracy against Joe Biden’s Political Opponent, ME. Let us come together to END all Weaponization of our Justice System, and Make America Great Again!

     The motive of the 20-year-old shooter, Thomas Matthew Crooks, of Bethel Park, Pennsylvania, remains obscure. From the accounts of those who knew him, he was a quiet boy, awarded a $500 high school prize for his talent at math, who spent two years at a local community college studying engineering, worked as a dietary aide at a nursing home and lived at home. He once gave $15 to a liberal organization, but was a registered Republican. Fellow students remember him as always being a conservative.

     “He definitely was conservative,” one former classmate told the Philadelphia Inquirer. “It makes me wonder why he would carry out an assassination attempt on the conservative candidate.” In a school mock debate, the classmate said: “Tom, no matter what, always stood his ground on the conservative side. That’s still the picture I have of him. Just standing alone on one side while the rest of the class was on the other.”

     Another student recalled that others “tormented Crooks ‘almost every day’ and that he often wore ‘hunting’ outfits to class”. Crooks seems to have recently spent time down the rabbit hole of a pro-gun YouTube channel called Demolition Ranch; when he shot Trump, he was wearing one of its T-shirts, with the slogan “What The Hell”. He had parked his car nearby filled with explosives. Perhaps he intended to ram it into the crowd in a spectacular suicide.

     Crooks left no letter, no manifesto and no clues on social media. His premeditation did not involve making known his personal motive. He wrote no political statement. Trump’s appearance near his home suddenly gave him an opportunity to strike back. He was a bullied boy.”

     Dreadful, all of this, but there is nothing new in the weaponization of faith in service to power. We have seen it all before, in many forms throughout human history, and I can tell you one thing with absolute clarity and truth; no matter where you begin with divisions and hierarchies of belonging and exclusionary otherness, with fascisms of faith, race, and nation, you always end up at the gates of Auschwitz.

     As I wrote of Traitor Trump’s puppetmaster in my post of March 6 2022, How if Vladimir Putin Should Be Assassinated? An Interrogation of the Origins of Evil and the Social Use of Force, and of the State as Embodied Psychopathy and Violence; There is a line in Stephen R. Donaldson’s The Power That Preserves, third novel of The Chronicles of Thomas Covenant, spoken of a hero who refuses to be summoned to the rescue because in his other world, our own, a child has been bitten by a snake and must be saved; “Could I damn a world to save the life of one child? I’m not sure I could make that choice.”

    Today we contemplate its opposite; I’m not sure I could make the decision to let the world burn and trigger the extinction of humankind to save the life of one man, Vladimir Putin, whose mad imperial conquest of Ukraine now threatens the future of us all.

    The life of one war criminal versus the incalculable horrors he will bring; I could not choose to save a monster who may destroy us all over saving humankind and our world.

     The violence of the slaver cannot be compared to the violence used by a slave to break his chains., as Trotsky in Their Morals and Ours teaches us.

    A senator with whom I am not usually aligned made an entirely reasonable suggestion recently, for which he has been denounced in the media by friend and foe alike, even AOC for whom I have already declared in the next Presidential election, regardless of whether or not she is on the ballot.

      I am having difficulty understanding why this suggestion was not embraced with great bipartisan enthusiasm, given our history. After all, assassination and overthrowing inconvenient governments is something we do all the time. We even manufacture or capitalize on unforgiveable just causes of war like Russia’s firebombing of a nuclear site this week to launch imperial conquests of our own; the terror attack on the Twin Towers provided a pretext to seize the heroin fields of Afghanistan and the oil fields of Iraq, sacrifices to our shared rituals of public grieving and need for vengeance, and Hearst’s fictions regarding the 1898 sinking of the USS Maine in Havana Harbor gave us the Spanish-American War, Cuba, the Philippines, Guam, Puerto Rico, the Hawaiian Islands which we stole simply because we could, and later the Presidency of the war’s hero, Teddy Roosevelt.

     Go us? We normally seize such chances with great avarice.

     Perhaps we are growing up, we humans, and abandoning the use of force and violence. The question is whether we can survive to reach the stage of childhood’s end; and this is the inherent dilemma of force and power, for such forces are dichotomous, bidirectional, and have unintended consequences.

     As written by Joan E Greve and Vivian Ho in The Guardian; “Lindsey Graham has attracted widespread condemnation after the South Carolina senator suggested Vladimir Putin should be assassinated in order to end Russia’s invasion of Ukraine.

     Graham first made the suggestion in an appearance on Fox News host Sean Hannity’s show on Thursday evening, and he then repeated the idea in a tweet that quickly went viral.

     “Is there a Brutus in Russia? Is there a more successful Colonel Stauffenberg in the Russian military? The only way this ends is for somebody in Russia to take this guy out,” Graham said on Twitter. “You would be doing your country – and the world – a great service.”

     Brutus refers to one of the assassins of the Roman emperor Julius Caesar, and Stauffenberg was a German army officer who was executed for attempting to kill Adolf Hitler in 1944.

     Graham added in a separate tweet: “The only people who can fix this are the Russian people. Easy to say, hard to do. Unless you want to live in darkness for the rest of your life, be isolated from the rest of the world in abject poverty, and live in darkness you need to step up to the plate.”

     Despite immediate criticism of Graham’s comments from left and right in the US, he doubled down on the idea in a Friday morning interview with Fox & Friends. “I’m hoping somebody in Russia will understand that he is destroying Russia, and you need to take this guy out by any means possible,” Graham said.

    American lawmakers of both parties responded to Graham’s comments with shock, dismay and outrage, pointing out the danger in demanding the assassination of a leader whose troops are currently engaged in shelling nuclear plants.

     “I really wish our members of Congress would cool it and regulate their remarks as the administration works to avoid [a third world war],” the progressive congresswoman Ilhan Omar said in a tweet.

    Republican members of Congress were no less critical, as Senator Ted Cruz derided Graham’s suggestion as “an exceptionally bad idea”. “Use massive economic sanctions; BOYCOTT Russian oil [and] gas; and provide military aid so the Ukrainians can defend themselves,” Cruz said. “But we should not be calling for the assassination of heads of state.”

     Even Marjorie Taylor Greene – the extremist congresswoman who has sparked outrage for, among other things, comparing coronavirus-related restrictions to the treatment of Jewish people during the Holocaust – chimed in from the right with criticism of Graham.

     “While we are all praying for peace [and] for the people of Ukraine, this is irresponsible, dangerous [and] unhinged. We need leaders with calm minds [and] steady wisdom,” Greene said on Twitter. “Not blood thirsty warmongering politicians trying to tweet tough by demanding assassinations. Americans don’t want war.”

    White House press secretary, Jen Psaki, said: “We are not advocating for killing the leader of a foreign country or regime change. That is not the policy of the United States.”

    Really? When has this not been precisely our national policy? President Biden ordered the assassination of Abu Ibrahim al-Hashimi al-Qurayshi, a man in Syria whom our state claimed without any evidence was the new leader of ISIS, who if the charge was true was a danger only to our common enemies al Qaeda and the Assad regime, mass murdering his entire family merely to divert attention from his many failures, just as Trump had done the year before with his supposed predecessor Abu Bakr al-Baghdadi.

     Did America not assassinate Salvador Allende and attempt countless times to assassinate Fidel Castro, both heroes as great as any American President?

     Did we not kill in massive and horrific numbers to win our freedom from the British Empire in the Revolutionary War, from slavery in the Civil War, and from fascism in the Second World War?

     We are a nation founded in death and terror through the words with which George Washington sent twelve thousand soldiers to put down the Whisky Rebellion of 1792 and demonstrate the power of the new federal government to enforce taxes; “Government is not reason. It is not eloquence. Government is force; like fire it is a dangerous servant — and a fearful master.”

     Do not speak to me of the moral superiority of America.

     O my brothers, sisters, and others who walk with me through this age of fire, wherein liberty and tyranny hang in the balance and possibly the survival or extinction of humankind, I thank you for the time we have spent together in conversation here, which I cherish as a refuge from the world, as a theatre in which I may process my reactions to the brokenness of the world and the flaws of our humanity, and as a forge of action in the performance of my chosen roles as a truthteller, a maker of mischief for tyrants, and in becoming a fulcrum of change.

     Ours is a universe of Chaos, irrational and uncontrollable, and circumstances beyond the scope of our volition may visit disaster and life disruptive events upon us at any moment, for any reasons or none at all, and if by chance this is the last thing I have the opportunity to write, I want you and everyone who has been part of my life to know that you have helped me find balance for the terror of our nothingness in the joy of our freedom and the beauty of the world, healing in the redemptive power of love, and hope for our future possibilities of becoming human in poetic vision and the reimagination and transformation of humankind.

     If by chance you knew our time here in which to do and be the things that bring meaning and value to our lives may number not millennia but hours and days, what would you do and be? Do and be that now, and never stop; for as Kurt Vonnegut teaches us in Mother Night, we become what we pretend to be. What matters here is that our performances of ourselves are chosen and owned by us, and that we own the stories in which we live.

     The most important question to ask of a story is; whose story is this?

     Always there remains the struggle between the masks others make for us and those we make for ourselves. This is the first revolution in which we all must fight; the struggle for ownership of ourselves.

     We are about to pass through a Rashomon Gate event, of fracture, relativization, the bifurcation of timelines and propagation of alternate futures and realities, and all bets are off as to what awaits us on the other side.

     And all of this because a mad tyrant cowers and rages in his warrens of darkness, fragmented and torn apart by the demons which inhabit him as his dreams of empire and dominion fall apart and in accord with Newton’s Third Law create the forces of their own destruction, much as with his predecessor Adolf Hitler at the end, with one crucial difference; beneath his finger lies the button which will launch nuclear annihilation, and it calls to him, whispering; ”Set me free, and I’ll make you powerful.”

     So, as Alfred Doolittle said to Higgins in My Fair Lady, “I put it to you; and I leave it to you”; do we save one life and damn the world?

     As I wrote in my post of February 22 2022, Anniversary of the Martyrdom of Malcolm X; We are shaped by our histories as narratives in which we play our parts; and we also change and seize ownership of our histories and our stories as we perform and enact them.

     This brings us back to issues of unequal power, identity, and the social use of force and violence, issues which the life and works of Malcolm X center and bring into terrible and wonderful focus.

     His principle of action, By Any Means Necessary, is like a riddle challenge uttered by a Zen master, for which there is no single interpretation, and to which no words but only deeds may give answer. It is a principle which helped set us free from history, and which in the end rebounded on him and killed him.

     A dangerous idea, for the use of force obeys Newton’s Third Law and always acts in both directions, action and reaction, unpredictable and slippery in one’s grasp. Yet an idea must be dangerous if it is to be useful in the struggle for liberation.

      The violence used by a slavemaster cannot be compared to the violence used by a slave to break his chains, as Trotsky in Their Morals and Ours has been paraphrased, an extension of Nietzsche’s dichotomy of master versus slave morality. This dictum has its reverse; the state has no legitimate authority to use death, violence, force, or control in the repression of dissent, theft of citizenship or violations of our universal human rights, or authorization of identities. This got Trotsky killed by Stalin, as he rightly called out tyranny and terror as tyranny and terror regardless of what those who would enslave us call themselves.

     Revolutionary struggle, protest movements, and wars of liberation use force and violence to achieve a society free of inequality when there are no other means possible, due to the imposed conditions of revolutionary struggle when the tyranny and terror of authority, state force and control, and elite hegemonies of wealth, power, and privilege answer dissent with repression because they are without legitimacy and have only fear to keep the slaves at their work. Those who would enslave us refuse to negotiate because they see only themselves as human, and without debate we are left only the sword.

     Any who stand between the tyranny and state terror of conquest, enslavement, and death, and the lives of innocents are heroes and champions of our humanity. The particulars are irrelevant.

      How do such terrible things arise and seize hold of us, shaping us to their uses?

     As I wrote in my post of October 24 2021, Embracing Our Monstrosity: Hierosgamos in Frankenstein and Wuthering Heights; Our monsters, ourselves; genius, madness, inspiration, the quest to become as gods; who among us has not longed to steal the divine fire, to look beyond ourselves, to defy all limits and laws? To be, even for a moment, the unconquered Victor Frankenstein?

     Yet as Prospero said of Caliban, we must also say of Frankenstein’s monster; “This thing of darkness I acknowledge mine.”

     As I have written of Vander Meer’s retelling of Frankenstein in the novel Borne; Mary Shelly’s glorious novel was also about the abandonment of a child who is no longer perfect, among a number of other themes, including the origins of violence.

     A major theme of the novel Frankenstein is the monstrosity of God, who like Victor creates and then abandons his child when it is imperfect and no longer a reflection of his, when we become our own free and independent beings. Yes, Victor wants to become a god, which is why the story resonates with everyone, and is an allegory of the failure of science to realize Idealist visions of humanity, the novel being both a codification and critique of Romantic Idealism.

     But in his quest to become a god, Victor also desires to be worshipped and obeyed; he wants to free himself from subjugation by authority, but not to liberate others. Instead of changing the nature of power, force, and control in casting down from his throne a tyrant god who bound us to his laws and then abandoned us through the abolition of the Law and of the social use of force and the centralization of power and authority to an elite as would a true revolutionary, Victor’s tragic flaw of pride compels him to become the next tyrant and enact the role of his former nemesis.

     It is a cycle of substitutive tyranny which as Vladimir Nabokov pointed out in his novel Lolita, a brilliant critique of the failure of Idealism which led to his father’s execution in the Russian Revolution as an aristocrat, has been recapitulated throughout the world in revolutions which become tyrannies, especially under the imposed conditions of anticolonial struggle.

     There is a line spoken by the villain in the series The Magicians, a survivor of childhood abuse and tyrant known as The Beast for his horrific crimes, once the powerless and terrified Martin Chatwin and now like Saturn a monstrous cannibal god; “You know, when I was a boy, a man who was meant to care for me bent me over his desk and had me over and over every time I was alone with him. It helps me understand a truth. You’re powerful or you’re weak. “

      Here is the original lie of the tyrant and the fascist in the apologetics and self-justification of power; the lie that only power has meaning, that there is no good or evil. How we use power is of equal importance as who holds it. Fear and force are a primary means of human exchange, but not the only means; love, membership, and belonging are as important. The great question which democracy attempts to answer is how to balance the rights and needs of individuals so that none may infringe upon another’s.  

      It’s a line which captures perfectly the inherent contradictions of the  Wagnerian Ring of fear, power, and force as an origin of evil; for the use of social force is subversive of its own values. Yet the imposed conditions of revolutionary struggle often require violence, and until the gods of law and order have been cast down from their thrones I must agree with the famous dictum of Sartre in his 1948 play Dirty Hands, quoted by Frantz Fanon in his 1960 speech Why We Use Violence, and made immortal by Malcolm X; “by any means necessary.”

     As written by Walter Rodney in The Groundings with my Brothers; “We were told that violence in itself is evil, and that, whatever the cause, it is unjustified morally. By what standard of morality can the violence used by a slave to break his chains be considered the same as the violence of a slave master? By what standards can we equate the violence of blacks who have been oppressed, suppressed, depressed and repressed for four centuries with the violence of white fascists? Violence aimed at the recovery of human dignity and at equality cannot be judged by the same yardstick as violence aimed at maintenance of discrimination and oppression.”

     And here is the passage he references from Leon Trotsky in Their Morals and Ours: The Class Foundations of Moral Practice; “A slave-owner who through cunning and violence shackles a slave in chains, and a slave who through cunning or violence breaks the chains – let not the contemptible eunuchs tell us that they are equals before a court of morality!”

    I have no use for anything that limits our power to resist evil; the boundaries of the Forbidden, the tyranny of normality and other people’s ideas of virtue, or the limits of our humanity.

     Yet in reflection I think of those great figures who have been both heroes of liberation and villains of tyranny; Napoleon, Washington, Stalin, Mao, the list is a near endless litany of woes and failures of vision wherein Brave New Worlds became hells and carceral states. In evidence I offer the French and American Revolutions and their imperial successor states, those of the Soviet Union and the Chinese Communist Party, and above all the state of Israel, a dream of refuge forged in the terror of the Holocaust whose victims learned the wrong lessons from the Nazis and assumed their role in the Occupation of Palestine. The dangers of Idealism as taught to us by Vladimir Nabokov in Lolita and by his model Thomas Mann in Death in Venice are very real; but so are the dangers of submission to authority and the complicity of silence in the face of evil. 

     How does a revolution seize power without becoming a tyranny? How shall we gather the force and will to resist unjust authority, without enforcing our own notions of the good on others in our turn?

     This is the dilemma of power; that we must wield force to take it from our oppressors, and that we must relinquish it when it is ours and refuse to shape our fellows to our will.

     We must refuse to submit to authority if we are to seize our liberty; and we must refuse to subjugate others that they may do the same if we are to avoid becoming the monsters we hunt.

     I like and empathize with the character of Victor in Mary Shelly’s allegory of the origins of evil, and have used variants of this name as aliases because he is a figure of Milton’s rebel angel, but also I admire the monster in all his magnificence, a figure of the Shadow based on Caliban in The Tempest. The story is about their relationship as parent and abandoned and damaged child, about the interplay of these selves in the growth of the psyche and processes of becoming human, and about the political consequences of otherness and monstrosity.

     If we cannot embrace our monstrosity and our shadows, how can we bring change to systems of oppression?

      Frankenstein addresses themes of science versus nature, reason versus passion, and both of these within a Promethean rebellion against God, authority, and universal Law as a form of Idealism; this from the perspective of the monster’s creator.

     From the monster’s view, the novel portrays the disfigurement of the soul through abandonment by a parent who also functions as a figure of a creator-god and of Authority, known as the problem of the Deus Absconditus which refers to the god who bound us to his despicable Laws and then ran away before he was caught, and who drives the child to achievement and supremacy as his proxy of dominion and vindication before the world rather than empowering the child’s own agency to discover and follow a unique bliss and personhood- what the Greeks called Arete or Virtue but also denoting superiority as with the apex predator and ideal of patriarchal masculinity Achilles in the Iliad, one of  Mary Shelly’s sources- in a chosen arena but who like Alberich in Wagner’s Ring must renounce love to win supremacy and power, rendering all victory meaningless and hollow, dehumanizing the child and shaping a vessel of rage and vengeance, a tyrant forged in the violence of the struggle to free himself from enslavement, with the iron self discipline and will to enact subjugation of others in their turn, terrible and pathetic and with the grandeur of a tortured defiant beast trapped in the same flesh as the innocent who needs to be loved and cannot understand why he seems monstrous to others. It is about birthing monsters, and the chaotic plasticity of identity and relationships.

     As written by Octave Mirbeau in The Torture Garden; “Monsters, monsters! But there are no monsters! What you call monsters are superior forms, or forms beyond your understanding. Aren’t the gods monsters? Isn’t a man of genius a monster, like a tiger or a spider, like all individuals who live beyond social lies, in the dazzling and divine immortality of things? Why, I too then-am a monster!”

     A story which is at once Greek tragedy and Freudian study of the processes and relations between the id, ego, and superego, with a third parallel storyline relating a Romantic reimagination of Biblical Genesis like that of Blake, it is both the apotheosis of Romantic Idealism and its first criticism, exegesis and classical myth, dialectic on responsibility and discourse on Aristotle’s categories of being, critique of Rousseau’s natural man and of Nietzsche’s Superman which it also inspired in a recursive loop of influence across the seas of time. Its author was a Pythian visionary whose insight reached centuries into the future, and whose immense scholarship reimagined some of the greatest works of our historical civilization.

     Mary Shelly’s influence echoes through time, multiplies, and reshapes the contexts of its polymorphous meanings. One cannot think of Kafka’s Gregor Samsa without thinking of his original, the dual-aspected monster-child created to bind our nature with reason, nor read her sources and references in the prophecies of William Blake and Milton’s Paradise Lost without reevaluating them in terms of Mary Shelly’s novel; her work resonates through past and future, and what touches, it changes.

      Who can read the work of Emily Bronte without the meaning of her great novel Wuthering Heights changing with our awareness that its author thought of herself as Victor Frankenstein and as the titan Prometheus cast out of heaven like Milton’s rebel angel? That Heathcliff is her monster, a demon to be united with in an exalted Nietzschean rapture of transformative rebirth? And does this not change one’s reading of her source Frankenstein?

     A nested set of puzzle box themes and contexts, multiple narrative threads which create paradoxes of meaning, role reversals and inversions of identities, and the questioning of the mission of civilization and the morality of progress; Mary Shelly created the modern world with her great book Frankenstein.

     It is a modernity which can unfold limitless possibilities of becoming human, or like Pandora’s Box and the Lament Configuration of the toymaker LeMarchand in Clive Barker’s Hellraiser mythos unleash horrors beyond our imagination, as Putin now threatens to do with nuclear war and annihilation.

    With Putin like Dr Strangelove hypnotized by the siren call of his missiles and their promise of ultimate power, the power of total destruction and the end of humankind, chanting Oppenheimer’s ritual invocation; “Behold! I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds!”, the question before us all changes.

     Nuclear annihilation whispers from the darkness, unleash me, and I’ll make you powerful. But this is a lie, for such power will also consume us and steal our souls.

     The great question to which we must now find answer is no longer when is it good to be bad, but how much of our humanity we are willing to sacrifice for our survival as a species.

      As I wrote in my post of February 5 2020, Democracy Falls in America: the Acquittal of Traitor Trump; At the end I am driven finally to reconsider the position of the great, flawed idol of my youth Malcolm X; by any means necessary.

      By any means necessary; this is a horrible, terrible principle of action, one fraught with endless possibilities of inhumanity and malign power, yet if we are forced to a resistance of survival as was Camus, who wrote for those who must claw their way out of the ruins of lost positions and face yet another Last Stand, beyond hope of victory or even survival, how else may we combat our dehumanization?

     We must never surrender hope, for our resistance can triumph over anything but the loss of our faith in ourselves and one another. So long as one of us remembers the dream of freedom, we may yet redeem our humanity.

      My answer to the Republican subversion of democracy remains NO!

     Yet beyond this, we must fight not merely against fascism but also for democracy and the universal rights of man. As we resist fascism to defend equality and freedom as our common human rights, so we must use force and violence against social and institutional systems, structures, and ideologies and not persons, for we may seek truth together nonviolently with those with whom we disagree as the signal virtue of democracy and humanism, even with our enemies as brother warriors.

     Resisting evil means resisting that of others against our universal humanity, but it also means resisting the seduction of evil and power and of our own use of force to compel others.

     Power is the evil impulse which births monsters.

     So often in history those who commit true atrocities are utterly convinced of the justice of their cause, Gott Mitt Uns, are informed and motivated by narratives of victimhood and have abandoned the self-questioning which is the fulcrum of a free society of equals. This, too, we must resist.

     For this is why revolutions, once power has been seized and tyranny overthrown, may become themselves tyrannies, and why I prefer to let others run amok and be ungovernable to the specter of authoritarian social control.

     Let us send no armies to enforce virtue.

     And remember always Nietzsche’s warning in Beyond Good and Evil; “He who fights monsters should be careful lest he thereby become a monster. And if thou gaze long into an abyss, the abyss gazes back into thee.”

     Further illumination may be found in Anthony Burgess’ masterpiece Napoleon Symphony, a tragedy of Napoleon and Beethoven’s Eroica and a novel whose discovery was a defining moment of my fourteenth year and has remained with me ever since, despite my teenage adoration of Napoleon as a hero of revolution and liberation, a universal genius and ideal of human being.

      Here is the ground of struggle between tyranny and resistance under imposed conditions of systemic unequal power in the use of social force and violence, and between seizures of power as ownership of identity versus the falsification of authorized identities in the struggle between the stories we tell about ourselves and those told about us by others; history, memory, identity.

     Read it as I did beneath a print of Klimt’s Beethoven Frieze, depicting a Shadow pantheon with the wonderful image of the rebel Titan Typhoeus as a chthonic ape and his three gorgon daughters to his left under signifying masks of Death, Madness, and Desire (I found Disease redundant and renamed her Desire as a better balance of forces, plus she is depicted as a three aspected goddess to the right as Lasciviousness, Wantonness, and Intemperance); really, what more could a boy ask for?

     And here is the dynamism of our relationship with our shadow self and all that we fear and experience as disgust and revulsion, fear of nature and of our instinctive selves externalized and projected as fear of otherness, loss of self and of control, and degradation to an animal state which drive identity politics and social constructions of race, gender, and class or caste which includes nationalism and sectarian faith, especially when overwhelming and pervasive fear and real existential threats are weaponized by authority in service to power, as Malcolm X was falsified by Elijah Muhammed’s Black Muslim separatist nationalism as his herald, in reaction against the greater historical and systemic evils and multigenerational trauma and inequality of white supremacist terror and the legacies of slavery.

    Processes of transformational change and social adaptation are chaotic and interdependent, and their causes are circular or more complex as we can see in the case of Malcolm X and liberation struggle, and in all such histories. This is one lesson we can learn from Malcolm X; there is no just authority. And those who claim to speak for you often do so as a primary strategy of fascisms of blood, faith, and soil and in your subjugation to tyranny.

    A second such lesson is that racism in general, and all divisions and social hierarchies of elite membership and exclusionary otherness, compel submission to authority through the weaponization of fear as an arbiter of our most important relationship, that of the conscious and unconscious or shadow self, which can be read in how we feel and think about nature and those truths which are immanent in nature and written in our flesh.

     We define ourselves through figures of otherness who represent unintegrated parts of ourselves and define the limits of the human; freaks, monsters, and all those beyond the boundaries of the Forbidden and that which we claim as ours.

     For this fear of nature as the origin of racism I have a simple solution; let us embrace our monstrosity, and perform violations of normality and transgressions of the Forbidden as sacred acts of Chaos in pursuit of truth.

    The third gift of Malcolm X to our limitless future possibilities of becoming human is a life lived in revolutionary struggle and resistance against systems, structures, and institutions of unequal power as direct interrogation and engagement with the state as embodied violence, and with the consequences of the use of social force.

     He died for our chance to learn these three things, how authority falsifies and subjugates us as a primary historical process, how racism and other inequalities of power are born of fear of the wildness of nature and the wildness of ourselves, and the dichotomous and bidirectional nature of violence and the dialectical processes of the use of social force in tyranny and terror and in resistance and revolution, and as a martyr and teacher of wisdom Malcolm X is a figure of liberation who belongs to all humankind.

      How can we disambiguate the violence of the “slave-owner who through cunning and violence shackles a slave in chains, and a slave who through cunning or violence breaks the chains” as Trotsky phrased it, of tyranny and carceral states from revolutionary struggle and liberation, of action in accord with our duty of care for others and our interdependence and solidarity from the enforcement of virtue and imperialism?

     As I wrote in my post of February 4 2022, A Stain of Cruelty: the Assassination of Abu Ibrahim al-Hashimi al-Qurayshi ; To paraphrase the line from Hamlet and Star Trek in season one, episode 13, The Conscience of the King; There’s a stain of cruelty on your armor, President Biden.

    We have answered terror and death with terror and death, and this is both tragic and shameful. Force cannot answer force, nor heal the flaws of our humanity.

     As written for CNN by Barbara Starr, Oren Liebermann, Jeremy Herb and Eyad Kourdi; “It was the biggest US raid in the country since the 2019 operation that killed ISIS leader Abu Bakr al-Baghdadi.

     Biden spoke from the White House Thursday morning to announce that the operation had taken “a major terrorist leader off the battlefield.”

     “Thanks to the bravery of our troops, this horrible terrorist leader is no more,” Biden said from the Roosevelt Room. “Knowing that terrorist had chosen to surround himself with families, including children, we made a choice to pursue a Special Forces raid at a much a greater risk to our own people rather than targeting him with an airstrike.”

    Now and then Biden reminds us all that he was among the principal collaborators in Bush’s invasion of Iraq as imperial conquest and colonial plunder to seize the strategic resource of oil by which America maintains a global hegemony of wealth, power, and privilege, an addiction which will result in the extinction of humankind as a species, and in the authorization through the Patriot Act of a carceral state of brutal force and pervasive surveillance and thought control exceeded only by Xin Jinping’s holocaust of the Uighurs of Xinjiang, which has enabled the most massive theft of our freedoms in our history, including the McCarthy era, and the most bizarre and reprehensible regime of torture, most infamous in the crimes against humanity perpetrated at Guantanamo and other secret prisons for political enemies of the regime and its oligarchic, plutocratic, and corporate robber baron paymasters, including even the grisly hysteria of the Salem Witch Trials.

    Once again our heroes and champions are proven to have feet of clay, and I mourn the failure of moral vision and addiction to power and the use of force and violence of President Biden, our government, and America as a guarantor of universal human rights and a beacon of hope to the world.

    On this day and all too often, the Promethean Fire of the Torch of Liberty which illuminates the gates of our nation in New York Harbor did not reach across the wild seas to foreign shores. This is a great tragedy, and it is a tragedy which is ours and for which we must answer.

     The deaths of Abu Ibrahim al-Hashimi al-Qurayshi and his family as a consequence of America’s raid on his home, not an arrest for crimes provable in a court of law but political assassinations, are rightly being compared in the media to the assassination of Abu Bakr al-Baghdadi by Trump. This situates Biden and Trump on an equal level of criminal amorality and state terror.

    Before the stage of the world and history, it also generates moral equivalence between ISIS and America, as our enemies intend by their provocations as a strategy of delegitimation of a regime. I use this myself as a democracy activist, for the art of revolution is about claiming the moral high ground and the delegitimation of authority and seizing control of the narrative.

    Sending armies and police to enforce virtue through violence and repression is not only evil, it is also stupid; for it plays into the hands of the enemy. As Shakespeare teaches us in Henry V; “When lenity and cruelty play for kingdom, the gentler gamester is the soonest winner.”

    There are still notable differences between Biden and Trump, and between the goals, values, and ideals of Democrats and Republicans, madness and treason among them. But today those differences became suddenly and horrifically more narrow, and I fear we will need more than the eye of a needle as a window to a better future.

    As written in my post of October 28 2019, Trump and al-Baghdadi: Parallel Lives and Reflections; The personal and historical forces which create tyrants and monsters among us have been a lifelong study of mine, aspects of a curiosity regarding the origins and nature of evil born of primary childhood traumas in the Bloody Thursday massacre ordered by Ronald Reagan against a student peace protest in Berkeley 1969 when I was nine and my near execution in Brazil at the age of fourteen defending street children from police bounty hunters, which echoes those of Maurice Blanchot in June 1944 by the Nazis and Dostoevsky’s in 1849 by Czarist police, informed by Jerzy Kosinski’s novel The Painted Bird and focused by the classic study of Adolf Hitler from his speeches and writings, The Psychopathic God by Robert G. L. Waite, both of which I read during high school. Thus I became fascinated by the intersections of literature, philosophy, history, and psychology, and chose the origins of evil as my lifelong field of study.

    As the world celebrates the death of al-Baghdadi, both tyrant and monster, and Trump claims credit in this the sole victory of his administration, as if for the trophy head of some dangerous beast shot by a guide while enjoying cocktails at the hunting camp, it may be interesting to compare the parallel lives, methods, and goals of Trump and al-Baghdadi.

      A full psychological and historical study of Trump and al-Baghdadi as figures of fascist terror and madness on a global political scale in the context of civilizational conflicts would require a book of Biblical proportions and thesis-level scholarship such as Waite’s brilliant work on Hitler. Here I note only some of the obvious alignments and congruences; both Trump and al-Baghdadi are megalomaniacs and psychopaths who seized power through manipulation of those who perceived themselves as victims and readily dehumanized others to change their status, using disruption of norms and a reimagination of reality through lies and misdirects to shape history, and enacted regimes of state terror and campaigns of religious and ethnic cleansing and of patriarchal misogyny and sexual violence against women.

     Of Trump we have a cornucopia of information; Dr Justin Frank’s book Trump on the Couch and The Dangerous Case of Donald Trump: 27 Psychiatrists and Mental Health Experts Assess a President by Bandy X. Lee are excellent resources, particularly illuminating on Trump’s erotic relationship with his daughter, the fantasies of violence and power which are rooted in his childhood relationship with his tyrannical and abusive father, and his inability to love or empathize with others as a result of his abandonment by his mother.

      Pathological lies, poor impulse control, and grandiose fantasies and delusions complete the picture of a narcissistic personality and psychopathic predator. Trump cannot distinguish truth from lies and delusions; his madness and childlike feeble mindedness, the tantrums and psychotic rages, the bullying and narcissism of a spoiled brat, does not however absolve him of responsibility for his actions, or those of the treasonous cabal of sex predators and fascists he has gathered around him.

     How Trump’s particular madness is expressed in our national policy is a horror which can described with precision; his fear of contamination and faecal fixation translate into his signature campaign against nonwhite others and a policy of ethnic cleansing and racist state terror, his misogyny into a patriarchal wave of legal disempowerment of women’s reproductive rights, his fragile ego,  identity confusion, and need for attention into a governance of Nuremberg-like rallies, the cultivation of despicable autocrats, and the obsessive vengeance against anyone who refuses to offer adoration and submission.

     Above all what unites Trump and his puppetmaster Putin, his model Hitler, and his mirror image al-Baghdadi, as monsters and tyrants who reflect one another and as parallel figures and historical forces is the theory of politics as theatre of cruelty, the state as embodied psychopathy and violence, and government as performance art.  

     For their performances of leadership as clowns of terror and madness provide mirror opposite images of the reign of the Roman Emperor described with wit and guile by Antonin Artaud in his great novel Heliogabalus; or, the Crowned Anarchist, a figure who disrupted norms as an agent of change and chaos to transform an inert and ossified society, whereas Trump and al-Baghdadi have acted as partners in reaction to disrupt civilization itself and return us to a pre-democratic barbarian tyranny.

     Trump claims to have killed his dark reflection and shadow self by his spurious arrogation of a victory won by our intelligence and military services; but history will always see this second face behind his mask, a secret twin he bears into eternity, a face of power and twisted desires unrestrained by the laws and values of a democratic civilization and a free society of equals: the face of Trump’s heart of darkness, al-Baghdadi.

    So I wrote on October 28 2019; and so I must write now of Biden’s secret face and heart of darkness, Abu Ibrahim al-Hashimi al-Qurayshi, linked now for eternity as figures of terror, murderous retribution, and cruelty.

    State terror and imperialism has met sectarian and patriarchal terror as tyranny and organizations of institutionalized violence and power; we can only hope now that they will recognize their twin image in the mirror of death which war and acts of force and violence confront us with, and walk away from the precipice which threatens to consume us all.

    As Ken Kesey said in his historic speech to a peace protest against the war in Vietnam recorded in Tom Wolfe’s novel The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test; “The way to end war is just walk away and say fuck it. Just walk away and say fuck it.”

     Every word of this remains true, in these and all cases of tyranny and the institutional terror of carceral states of force and control, of authorized identities and falsification by propaganda and rewritten histories, of imperial conquest and dominion and colonial exploitation and enslavement. It is also true now of Russia in the invasion of Ukraine.

    As I wrote here of Trump we may also say of his master Putin; for Traitor Trump is but a negative space and shadow cast by his original type, and both are atavisms of fear and force, chasms of emptiness which nothing can fill, no amount of dominion and control of others, displays of wealth and power  or vainglorious strutting, to which no sacrifices of things loved by others or the terror and pain of their victims can suffice, for such is the nature of psychopathy and of politics as a theatre of cruelty.

     What does this mean?

     For us in this moment and in the context of the question of violence and the social use of force, it means that in the unequal balance of power between Russia and Ukraine, wherein real people are dying because someone has the power to steal what they have, a predator for whom nothing is real or has meaning but force and power, we must find answer to the declaration of Ayn Rand’s monstrous protagonist Howard Roark in The Fountainhead as he commits rape; “The question isn’t who is going to let me; it’s who is going to stop me.”

     Who will stop Putin’s conquest of Ukraine?

    If they come for one of us, let them be met with all of us; not divided by hierarchies of elite belonging and exclusionary otherness, nor defeated by learned helplessness and terror, but united in solidarity and refusal to submit as one unconquerable and united humankind.

     I am a hunter of fascists, and mine is a hunter’s morality. There is a simple test for the use of force; who holds power?

    For me, this is simple; the nation invading another is in the wrong. This is no different from chancing to discover a policeman kneeling on someone’s neck, in which case our duty of care for others requires us to save the life of the person who is being murdered right in front of us, regardless of any irrelevant details like which of them has the badge and the gun, the authority and the power, by any means necessary.

    Law serves power, and there is no just authority.

    Even if neither nation is a democracy, and victims of unequal power have no inherent moral burden of virtue as Shaw teaches us with the figure of Arthur Doolittle in My Fair Lady, one of them stealing the lives and freedom of the other as the right of sovereignty, self-determination, autonomy, and independence cannot be just, and must be opposed.

      By any means necessary.

      While the political origins of conflict are often ambiguous, its consequences for the people in the path of a conquest are not. As my long term goals remain a united humankind and a stateless society which has abandoned the social use of force and control and with it all laws, authorized identities, and the tyranny of other peoples ideas of virtue, and the emergence of a free society of equals from divisions of exclusionary otherness, elite hegemonies of wealth,  power, and privilege, and from fascisms of blood, faith, and soil, I stand with Ukraine and with any liberation movement of sovereignty and independence anywhere, and with the people of Russia against the oligarchy and Putin and for all democracy movements against tyranny.

     Let us stand in solidarity as a band of brothers, wherever men hunger to be free.

     Our duty of care for others sometimes requires us to place our lives in the balance with all those whom Frantz Fanon called the Wretched of the Earth; the powerless and the dispossessed, the silenced and the erased. I am only one man, and not extraordinary, with nothing but my witness of history and my vision of our future possibilities of becoming human to hurl against the chasms of darkness and the terror of our nothingness in the face of overwhelming force and amoral imperial and carceral states.

     But I cannot be complicit in silence with these crimes against humanity, to which as with fascism there can be but one reply: Never Again! A rallying cry complicated by its popularization in the title of founder of the Jewish Defense League Meir Kahane’s book “Never Again!: A Program for Survival, its origin is in Isaac Lambdan’s 1926 poem Masada; “Never shall Masada fall again”; it first appeared  in its current form on signs written by the prisoners of Buchenwald after its liberation.

     Elie Wiesel defines the phrase in his novel Hostage; “Never again” becomes more than a slogan: It’s a prayer, a promise, a vow. There will never again be hatred, people say. Never again jail and torture. Never again the suffering of innocent people, or the shooting of starving, frightened, terrified children. And never again the glorification of base, ugly, dark violence. It’s a prayer.”

     Here I would declare Sic Semper Tyrannis, but this is a phrase from the shadows and legacies of our history from which we must emerge, and includes the assassinations of Julius Caesar and Abraham Lincoln, whose killers I despise and would not align myself with.

      I do not trust certainties or those who act in their name, Gott Mitt Uns bearing a history of atrocities and terror which has no equals, and includes the Crusades, the Inquisition, the Thirty Year’s War, and the Holocaust. As Voltaire wrote in his 1765 essay Questions sur les miracles; “Those who can make you believe absurdities, can make you commit atrocities.”

   Instead I will say with the magnificent Lt. Aldo Raine in Inglorious Basterds, and I hope in a way which preserves and reflects the moral ambiguity, contingency, and relativity of the original in the film; “Now that I can’t abide. How ’bout you, can you abide it?”

               Refences on the Failed Assassination of Trump

Blood and bravado: the Trump shooting upended an election and shook the US:

A year ago the image of Trump’s raised fist became a political touchstone, helping force Joe Biden from the race and fueling a presidency like no other

Biden urges US to reject ‘extremism and fury’ after Trump assassination attempt: In Oval Office TV address, president forcefully condemns political violence and says country must strive for unity

https://www.theguardian.com/us-news/article/2024/jul/14/biden-trump-rally-shooting-oval-office

The Trump shooting is a reminder: we live in a grim new era of political violence

Moira Donegan

The Guardian view on Trump’s shooting: America’s future must be set by voters, not the gun/ Editorial

Monday briefing: Will the attempt on Donald Trump’s life be a watershed moment – or a new source of division?

https://www.theguardian.com/world/article/2024/jul/15/monday-briefing-donald-trump-shooting

Did Donald Trump just win the election? Arwa Mahdawi

https://www.theguardian.com/commentisfree/article/2024/jul/15/did-donald-trump-just-win-the-election

‘Is this what a second Trump presidency will be like?’ – our art critic on the chilling shooting image

Interview

‘Rule of the lawless’: what does the authoritarian playbook look like?

Alice Herman

What is Project 2025 and what is Trump’s involvement?

https://www.theguardian.com/us-news/article/2024/may/26/what-is-project-2025-trump

     Here are the references from my essay; first among them my theme song for Last Stands, which I posted on August 24 2021 as I joined the defense of Afghanistan after its fall at Panjshir, and as I prepared to join the defense of Ukraine in Mariupol with the Abraham Lincoln Brigade on March 22 2022.

     My hope for us all now is that we may never need to make such Last Stands here in America against a state captured by the Fourth Reich.

     Vote this November, friends; I have seen both, and voting is always better than shooting. 

Inglourious Basterds: Shoshanna Prepares for German Night

The Undeserving: Alfred P. Doolittle’s Speech in My Fair Lady

The Conscience of the King: Star Trek Season 1, episode 13

By Any Means Necessary speech by Malcolm X

Mother Night by Kurt Vonnegut film

https://www.imdb.com/title/tt0117093/?ref_=ext_shr_lnk

Kenneth Branagh’s Henry V: St. Crispin’s Day Speech

The Magicians: Fear, Power, Force, and the Origins of Evil

Dr. Strangelove trailer

Oppenheimer Quotes the Bhagavad Gita 11.32.; I am become Death

Translations of the passage

Klimt’s Beethoven Frieze, detail of Typhoeus and his daughters

Rashomon Effects: Kurosawa, Rashomon and Their Legacies

by Blair Davis (Editor), Robert Anderson (Editor), Jan Walls (Editor)

Napoleon Symphony: A Novel in Four Movements, by Anthony Burgess

Their Morals and Ours: The Class Foundations of Moral Practice

by Leon Trotsky, John Dewey, George Novack, David Salner

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/184450.Their_Morals_and_Ours

The Groundings with My Brothers, by Walter Rodney

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/1205543.The_Groundings_with_My_Brothers

Never Again! A Program for Survival, by Meir Kahane

Hostage, by Elie Wiesel

The Wretched of the Earth, by Frantz Fanon, Jean-Paul Sartre (Preface),

Dirty Hands, by Jean-Paul Sartre

The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test, by Tom Wolfe

Heliogabalus; or, the Crowned Anarchist, by Antonin Artaud

The Fountainhead, by Ayn Rand

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

Trump on the Couch: Inside the Mind of the President, by Justin A. Frank

The Psychopathic God, by Robert G.L. Waite

The Painted Bird, by Jerzy Kosiński

The Torture Garden, by Octave Mirbeau

The Idiot, by Fyodor Dostoevsky, Anna Brailovsky (Translator)

The Instant of My Death / Demeure: Fiction and Testimony, by Maurice Blanchot, Jacques Derrida

Henry V, Folger Shakespeare Library, by William Shakespeare, Barbara A. Mowat (Editor), Paul Werstine (Editor), Michael Neill (Essay)

Beyond Good and Evil, by Friedrich Nietzsche

The New Annotated Frankenstein, by Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley, Leslie S. Klinger (Goodreads Author) (Editor), Guillermo del Toro (Introduction), Anne K. Mellor (Afterword)

Borne, by Jeff VanderMeer

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/31451186-borne

Wuthering Heights, by Emily Brontë, Richard J. Dunn (Editor), Charlotte Brontë (Commentary), Robert Heindel (Illustrator)

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/6185.Wuthering_Heights

Death in Venice, by Thomas Mann, Michael Cunningham (Goodreads Author) (Introduction), Michael Henry Heim (Translator)

Lolita, by Vladimir Nabokov

Ring of Power: Symbols and Themes Love Vs. Power in Wagner’s Ring Circle and in Us : A Jungian-Feminist Perspective, by Jean Shinoda Bolen

Paradise Lost and Paradise Regained, by John Milton, Christopher Ricks (Annotations)

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/336518.Paradise_Lost_and_Paradise_Regained

The Tempest, Folger Shakespeare Library, by William Shakespeare, Paul Werstine (Editor), David Lindley (Editor), Israel Gollancz (Preface & Glossary), Barbara A. Mowat (Editor)

The Power That Preserves (The Chronicles of Thomas Covenant the Unbeliever #3), by Stephen R. Donaldson

                 References on Putin and the Ukraine War

https://www.theguardian.com/us-news/2022/mar/04/lindsey-graham-suggests-putin-assassination-russia-ukraine?fbclid=IwAR3lDpoQX0wxnz28B30Vq50rBpl9qa2wRbJECd5Iu8rhet6V5FeoY7mDus0

https://www.theguardian.com/world/2022/mar/04/nato-chief-warns-of-worse-suffering-in-ukraine-and-russian-attacks-elsewher

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https://www.huffpost.com/entry/ukraine-evacuation-halted-cease-fire_n_62234cf7e4b012a2628b24d8

https://www.theguardian.com/world/2022/mar/04/russia-appears-to-have-no-way-out-as-putin-goes-all-in-ukraine

https://www.theguardian.com/world/2022/mar/04/russia-ukraine-how-the-west-woke-up-to-vladimir-putin

https://www.theguardian.com/world/2022/mar/04/putin-wants-to-kill-us-totally-ukrainians-hold-firm-under-bombardment

Trump’s God: Moloch the Deceiver, Demon of Lies

Buffy the Vampire Slayer, season 1 episode 8,  I Robot You Jane

           On the historical Moloch

https://mythologyexplained.com/the-demon-moloch-in-the-bible

          On the reimagination of the assassination attempt as divine intervention and the anointing of a king

To his supporters, Trump is a martyred messiah, resurrected after crucifixion | Sidney Blumenthal

https://www.theguardian.com/commentisfree/article/2024/jul/18/to-his-supporters-trump-is-a-martyred-messiah-resurrected-after-crucifixion?CMP=share_btn_url

Christian right see God’s hand in Trump rally shooting: ‘The world saw a miracle

https://www.theguardian.com/us-news/article/2024/jul/18/trump-rally-shooting-religious-right?CMP=share_btn_url

      On QAnon as America’s New Fascist Religion and Myth of Exile

Surprise blockbuster ‘Sound of Freedom’ echoes antisemitic QAnon conspiracies/ The Times of Israel

https://www.timesofisrael.com/surprise-blockbuster-sound-of-freedom-echoes-antisemitic-qanon-conspiracies/

‘Sound of Freedom’ Funder Fabian Marta Arrested For Child Kidnapping

https://www.newsweek.com/sound-freedom-funder-fabian-marta-arrest-child-kidnapping-1817498?fbclid=IwAR3kJz_8JyXCBf4txMpNUAwBSbSNqGUafHxmyilcjS3AgVQIJkg-gb8y7R0

The Storm is Upon Us: How QAnon Became a Movement, Cult, and Conspiracy Theory of Everything, by Mike Rothschild

A Close Reading of the QAnon Shaman Manifesto

‘It happens again and again’: why Americans are obsessed with secret societies

Under the Eye of Power: How Fear of Secret Societies Shapes American Democracy, Colin Dickey

The Prague Cemetery, by Umberto Eco

Caliban and the Witch, by Silvia Federici

   How does one read such a manifesto?

    Herein I write a manifesto of action as Socratic dialog and Swiftian satire, which as stated in the title questions “the Origins of Evil and the Social Use of Force, and of the State as Embodied Psychopathy and Violence”.

    As the motto of my publication Torch of Liberty declares, my intent is “to incite, provoke, and disturb.” 

    Consider also that I claim the Four Primary Duties of a Citizen as Question Authority, Expose Authority, Mock Authority, and Challenge Authority, and that I do these things in performance as what Foucault called a truth teller, in the pursuit of truth as a sacred calling.

    In this essay I interrogate a set of interdependent problems which I believe are central to the project of becoming human we all share, and the consequences of the Wagnerian Ring of fear, power, and force posed to us by the situation we face in this moment, and here I use the term moment in the ways that Jacques Derrida and Alain Badiou did, wherein a monstrous tyrant threatens nuclear war and the extermination of all humankind on a whim of infantile tantrum, and we must choose one or the other.

     It is a dilemma which like all use of social force makes us complicit in evil, a primary strategy of fascism in our subjugation, and which reproduces the conditions from which states arise as embodied psychopathy and violence, elite hegemonies of wealth, power, and privilege, and fascisms of blood, faith, and soil.

    Badiou claims events are fundamentally indeterminate and structured by the dialectics of possibility and impossibility, maybe-maybe not as my mother used to say to students who asked her for positional declarations, judgements, authorized versions, singing the words and bouncing her hands from side to side.

     For Derrida, as my friend Rene Troy Tun has described, “the event in its absolute singularity is thus resistant to cognitive description, critical objectification, interpretive reduction, and theoretical elaboration.”

    Here with this primary existential question of human being, meaning, and value I struggle to find synthesis; like the performance of our identities, this process need not be determinative or prescriptive, but a space of free creative play.

     If we have no answers, we must learn to ask better questions.

     In this tilting at windmills I use Milorad Pavić’s Dictionary of the Khazars as my model, a magisterial work which comes in male and female versions and whose meaning changes with a difference of seventeen lines between them.

    How if Vladimir Putin, or his star agent Dopnald Trump, Should Be Assassinated? Do we save one life, that of a mad tyrant who will destroy us, and damn the world? 

    Such is my witness and confession.

 Dictionary of the Khazars, by Milorad Pavić

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/321566.Dictionary_of_the_Khazars

Works of Jacques Derrida

Works of Alain Badiouhttps://www.goodreads.com/author/show/118587.Alain_Badiou?from_search=true&from_srp=true

July 12 2025  Anniversary of the Srebrenica Massacre

     On this the anniversary of one of history’s most terrible examples of man’s inhumanity to man, state terror and racial violence, genocide and ethnic cleansing, and of the massive scale of hate crime when enacted by a government as an authorized policy of fascisms of blood, faith, and soil so very like those now employed by America against our own Black and other nonwhite citizens and in concentration camps for Latin migrants at our border, and most especially by the federal ICE white supremacist terror force, let us consider the nature of the path we are on and where it might lead.

     There is nothing more dangerous than a man who believes God is on his side, for this belief justifies all evils. He who has granted himself absolution from any crimes committed in the pursuit of a sanctified goal, like the Pope once granted beforehand to all Crusaders for any sins committed during conversion by the sword, has opened the door to a bottomless well of depravity, perversion, brutality, and atavisms of barbarian darkness.

    The Srebrenica Massacre stands out from the background of war crimes and atrocities in a chiaroscuro of wickedness and of terrors; the three legged race to the dehumanization of peoples and the degradation of values between the Bosnian Orthodox Serbs, their victims the Muslims of Bosnia who were abandoned in place by the collapse of the Ottoman Empire, and the Catholic Croatians likewise set adrift by the defeat of the Austrian Empire in the wake of World War One having recurred like Nietzsche’s Eternal Return to echo the collapse of civilization in a whirlpool of destruction. The Siege of Sarajevo alone lasted three times longer than the Battle of Stalingrad, to which it compares unfavorably in other respects as well.

     Of Sarajevo I shall speak here not of the monstrous acts of those who would be conquerors, nor of the courageous resistance of their intended victims who held true to their faith and to each other in the face of death and torture, nor even of the valor and compassion of the volunteers of the International Brigade who placed themselves between hammer and anvil, but of a small horror which has come to symbolize for me the unimaginable horrors of war; the Jar of Eyes.

      On the desk of a commander of death squads sat a jar full of eyes, and beside it an ice cream scoop which he would toy with, stroking its stainless smoothness with an absentminded and sensual languor while interrogating prisoners.

    This he did in imitation of the Roman Emperor Basil the Second the Bulgar Slayer, who after the battle of Kleidion in 1014 Christianized Bulgaria by blinding the army he had defeated, and leaving one man in one hundred with a single eye to guide the others home and terrify the nation into submission. 

    How do I know this, and what were we to each other, this monster and I? Herein I recall and speak as a witness of history a Defining Moment in which we played a game of chess with the life of a prisoner of his as the prize.

    Having materialized at his gate and asking to see the commander, itself unusual and a curious thing to a man with his fearsome reputation, I came bearing the gift of a recording of an opera I knew he loved and could not attend due to his duties and price on his head as a war criminal, Leoš Janáček’s House of the Dead set in a Serbian prison and based on the Dostoevsky novel, with the promise of more music in trade for a prisoner he held and did not know the value of. He agreed to the bargain, but with one condition; we would play three games of chess after dinner in the following days, and I must win or force a draw once.

      We had three meetings over three days of an hour each, over dinner and  chess, during which we conversed of the historical civilization he was fighting to defend, a fight which had made him a monster; music, philosophy, art, literature. Once a prisoner was brought in, seated and held fast by guards like a third companion at dinner whom he tortured while we sipped tea and spoke of the scene between Christ and the Grand Inquisitor in Dostoevsky’s The Brothers Karamazov. I think he was lonely.

     Within the jar the eyes would float randomly, hypnotic, reflective, capturing ones will to resist with a Medusa-like gaze of objectification and dehumanization appropriated from their tormentors, a talisman of transference of power. A jar of silent screams, erased lives, and the lost witness of history; how can we accuse our destroyers when we have no mouths?

     Here among the dragons, where the rule of law cannot reach and our maps of meaning and value have given way to tantalizing empty spaces which beckon with the siren call of the Forbidden, where the only currency is fear and the only relationships those of power and dominion, we challenge and define by their absence and contrary the limits of what is human.

     For we are all trapped in the Jar of Eyes, and if we are to reawaken and assume our true forms we must find a means of escape.

QUO VADIS, AIDA? | Official UK Trailer

Thirty years after the genocide, the peace of Srebrenica hides deep scars

‘The voices of our dead have not faded away’: the fight for the memory of genocide in Srebrenica

The Srebrenica massacre – archive, July 1995

https://www.theguardian.com/world/from-the-archive-blog/2020/jul/01/the-srebrenica-massacre-archive-july-1995

‘We know what is happening, we cannot walk away’: how the Guardian bore witness to horror in former Yugoslavia – podcast

https://www.theguardian.com/news/audio/2025/jun/02/yugoslavia-guardian-witness-conflicts-ethnic-cleansing-podcast

Remembering Srebrenica: 20 Years On | Documentary

John Gielgud as The Grand Inquisitor /BBC 1977 film

Prelude – FROM THE HOUSE OF THE DEAD Janáček – National Theatre Brno

(set in a Serbian prison, based on Dostoevsky’s novel) 

Leoš Janáček The House Of The Dead,  recording led by Sir Charles Mackerras, courtesy of Operawire

             The Brothers Karamazov, a reading list

The Brothers Karamazov: Translated by Richard Pevear & Larissa Volokhonsky, Fyodor Dostoevsky 

Dostoevsky’s The Brothers Karamazov, by Julian W. Connolly provides the definitive reader’s guide to the novel by a professor who taught it for over twenty years.

A Karamazov Companion: Commentary on the Genesis, Language, and Style of Dostoevsky’s Novel, Victor Terras

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/197091.A_Karamazov_Companion

Multi-Mediated Dostoevsky: Transposing Novels into Opera, Film, and Drama,

by Alexander Burry explores the interpretation of his works in Sergei Prokofiev’s opera The Gambler, Leos Janacek’s opera From the Dead House, Akira Kurosawa’s film The Idiot, and Adrzej Wajda’s drama The Devils.

Dostoevsky: A Writer in His Time, by Joseph Frank

(sets his works in their historical and cultural context and functions as a history of Russia in his time)

               Srebrenica, a reading list

Srebrenica Massacre archive 1995 The Guardian

https://www.theguardian.com/world/from-the-archive-blog/2020/jul/01/the-srebrenica-massacre-archive-july-1995

Endgame: The Betrayal And Fall Of Srebrenica, Europe’s Worst Massacre Since World War II, David Rohde

The Last Refuge: A True Story of War, Survival and Life Under Siege in Srebrenica, Hasan Nuhanović

Blood and Vengeance: One Family’s Story of the War in Bosnia, Chuck Sudetic

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/132782.Blood_and_Vengeance

Voices from Srebrenica: Survivor Narratives of the Bosnian Genocide, Ann Petrila, Hasan Hasanović

             Sarajevo, a reading list

Hearts Grown Brutal: Sagas of Sarajevo, by Roger Cohen

Logavina Street: Life and Death in a Sarajevo Neighborhood, by Barbara Demick

Sarajevo: A War Journal, by Zlatko Dizdarević

Waiting For Godot In Sarajevo: Theological Reflections On Nihilsim, Tragedy, And Apocalypse, by David Toole

The siege of Sarajevo – archive, 1993

https://www.theguardian.com/world/from-the-archive-blog/2018/jul/13/siege-of-sarajevo-ian-traynor-maggie-okane-1993

The Siege of Sarajevo: Inside the longest and most destructive city siege since World War II – Todd Bensman

               the Bosnian War, a reading list

Balkan Ghosts: A Journey Through History, Robert D. Kaplan

The Balkan Wars, André Gerolymatos

Seasons in Hell: Understanding Bosnia’s War, Ed Vulliamy

A Witness to Genocide: The 1993 Pulitzer Prize-winning Dispatches on the Ethnic Cleansing of Bosnia, Roy Gutman

The Tenth Circle of Hell: A Memoir of Life in the Death Camps of Bosnia,

Rezak Hukanović

Torture, Humiliate, Kill: Inside the Bosnian Serb Camp System, Hikmet Karčić

When History Is a Nightmare: Lives & Memories of Ethnic Cleansing in Bosnia-Herzegovina, Stevan M. Weine

Flag on the Mountain: A Political Anthropology of War in Croatia and Bosnia,

Ivo Žanić

July 11 2025 Martyrdom of Jaime Alanis

       This day we mourn the death of Jaime Alanis, hero of liberty, equality, and justice for all, murdered by the ICE white supremacist terror force while defending laborers from abduction and imprisonment in foreign gulags and from the wanton brutal criminality of the state.

       He is an American hero, because he died on our soil defending our ideals and our common humanity, though he belongs to the world and all those who hunger to be free.

      If we are to judge our fellow humans by their actions and not the color of their skin, he is among the best of us, and ICE and the Fourth Reich regime of Trump which it serves are among the worst and most despicable criminals in our history.

     Those living near the Nazi death camps claimed to know nothing about them, though the ashes of the dead rained upon them for years. But we know. How shall we answer, if we know and do nothing?

     As written by Diana Ramirez-Simon in The Guardian, in an article entitled Farm worker dies a day after chaotic immigration raid at California farm: Jaime Alanis died after sustaining injuries during raid where authorities say they arrested about 200 people; “A farmworker died Friday from injuries that he sustained a day earlier in raids on two California cannabis farm sites as US immigration authorities confirmed they arrested 200 workers after a tense standoff with authorities.

     Jaime Alanis’s death was confirmed in a social media post by the United Farm Workers advocacy group. “We tragically can confirm that a farm worker has died of injuries they sustained as a result of yesterday’s immigration enforcement action,” the post read.

     The Department of Homeland Security said in a statement that authorities executed criminal search warrants in Carpinteria and Camarillo, California, on Thursday. They arrested immigrants suspected of being in the country illegally and there were also at least 10 immigrant children on site, the statement said.

     Four US citizens were arrested for “assaulting or resisting officers”, the department said. Authorities were offering a $50,000 reward for information leading to the arrest of one person suspected of firing a gun at federal agents. At least one worker was hospitalized with grave injuries.

     During the raid, crowds of people gathered outside Glass House Farms at the Camarillo location to demand information about their relatives and protest immigration enforcement. A chaotic scene developed outside the farm that grows tomatoes, cucumbers and cannabis as authorities clad in helmets and uniforms faced off with the demonstrators. Acrid green and white billowing smoke then forced community members to retreat.

     Glass House, a licensed California cannabis grower, said in a statement that immigration agents had valid warrants. The company said workers were detained and it is helping provide them with legal representation.

     “Glass House has never knowingly violated applicable hiring practices and does not and has never employed minors,” the statement said.

     It is legal to grow and sell cannabis in California with proper licensing. State records show the company has multiple active licenses to cultivate cannabis.

     On Friday, about two dozen people waited outside the Camarillo farm to retrieve the cars of loved ones and speak to managers about what happened. Relatives of Jaime Alanis, who has worked picking tomatoes at the farm for 10 years, said he called his wife in Mexico during the raid to tell her immigration agents had arrived and that he was hiding with others inside the farm.

     “The next thing we heard was that he was in the hospital,” Juan Duran, Alanis’ brother-in-law, said in Spanish, his voice breaking.

     Elizabeth Strater, national vice president of the United Farm Workers, said Alanis was injured after a 30-foot fall from a building during the raid.

     After immigration agents arrived at Glass House’s farm in Camarillo on Thursday morning, workers called family members to let them know authorities were there. Relatives and advocates headed to the farm about 50 miles (80km) north-west of downtown Los Angeles to try to find out what was going on, and began protesting outside.

     Federal authorities formed a line blocking the road leading through farm fields to the company’s greenhouses. Protesters were seen shouting at agents wearing camouflage gear, helmets and gas masks. The billowing smoke drove protesters to retreat. It wasn’t clear why authorities threw the canisters or if they released chemicals such as teargas.

     Ventura county fire authorities responding to a 911 call of people having trouble breathing said three people were taken to nearby hospitals.

     At the farm, agents arrested workers and removed them by bus. Others, including US citizens, were detained at the site for hours while agents investigated.

     The incident came as federal immigration agents have ramped up arrests in southern California at car washes, farms and Home Depot parking lots, stoking widespread fear among immigrant communities.

     The mother of an American worker said her son was held at the worksite for 11 hours and told her agents took workers’ cellphones to prevent them from calling family or filming and forced them to erase cell phone video of agents at the site.

     The woman said her son told her agents marked the men’s hands with ink to distinguish their immigration status. She spoke to the Associated Press on condition of anonymity because she feared reprisals from the government.

     United Farm Workers said in statement that some US citizens are not yet accounted for.

     Maria Servin, 68, said her son has worked at the farm for 18 years and was helping to build a greenhouse. She said she spoke to her son, who is undocumented, after hearing of the raid and offered to pick him up.

     “He said not to come because they were surrounded and there was even a helicopter. That was the last time I spoke to him,” Servin, a US citizen, said in Spanish.

     She said she went to the farm anyway but federal agents were shooting teargas and rubber bullets and she decided it was not safe to stay. She and her daughter returned to the farm Friday and were told her son had been arrested Thursday. They still don’t know where he is being held.

     “I regret 1,000 times that I didn’t help him get his documents,” Servin said.”

     As I wrote in my post of June 7 2025, A Battle For the Soul Of America and the Freedom of the World: ICE Versus The People;    In the streets of Los Angeles and throughout Vichy America, the People rise in mass action and solidarity to do battle with Homeland Security’s army of occupation and white supremacist terror, ICE.

      Is this not the beauty of human beings, to resist and cease not, and abandon not our fellows? This is the primary act of becoming human which defines us, this refusal to submit to authority, or to betray our duty of care for others.

      Here also is our victory, for who cannot be ruled or controlled, who disobeys and disbelieves the lies of those who would enslave us, becomes Unconquered and free, and this is a power that cannot be taken from us.

      This is now the fifth time Trump has tried to terrorize America into submission through use of secret armies of federal occupation; and each of these previous campaigns of repression of dissent, which loosed looting, arson, and random violence under the direction of Homeland Security on our cities to delegitimize the Black Lives Mater protests and seize control of the narrative in service to the centralization of power and authority to the carceral state, each and every such action has failed.

      The sole result of all of this state terror and repression of dissent was the defeat of the Homeland Security army in the Battle of Portland and the articles of surrender published by the Triumvirate of Trump, Barr, and Wolf and their joint declaration of New York, Seattle, and Portland as Autonomous Zones beyond control of the federal state. To my knowledge, we Antifa are the only force to defeat the federal government of the United States in open battle on ground within her borders since Little Bighorn.

      We have been victorious over forces like that of ICE which the Trump regime sends against us now; it can be done, friends, and we all of us can do it again, here and now.

     When the enemies of liberty come for us, as they always have and will, let them find not an America divided by propaganda of otherness and defeated by learned helplessness, abjection, and despair, but a United Humankind of Living Autonomous Zones and the Unconquered, citizens who refuse to become subjects, and a free society of equals who are guarantors of each other’s rights.

     And if we all stand together and the circle is unbroken, we will be victorious.

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

       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 or without a badge cannot abduct a target when three of us intervene; one hundred enforcers of racist state terror cannot overcome a thousand who Resist.

     Men without badges, wearing masks, without warrants and who offer no rights of trial as we our guaranteed by our founding documents, who abduct people at random and send them to secret foreign prisons without probable cause or evidence of any kind, without Miranda rights or hearing the evidence against them in a court of law; such teams as ICE now employs are not police of any kind but extrajudicial crime syndicates of racist terror. Resist to the death abduction of yourself or others.

     In the words of the character Mick Rory in Legends of Tomorrow, episode Turncoat; “You don’t know the first thing about being an American. We’re outcasts, misfits, and proud of it. If the enemy attacks in formation, we pop em off from the trees. If they challenge you to a duel, we raid their camp in the night. And if they’re going to hang you, you fight dirty. And we never surrender.”

      How shall we resist? By any means necessary, as Sartre wrote in his play of 1948 Dirty Hands, and was made famous by Malcolm X. All Resistance is War to the Knife, for who respects no laws and no limits may hide behind none.

      I am prepared at all times to fight to the death, but this does not mean taking unnecessary risks. One must study the possibilities like a problem in chess, have plans for everything you can imagine, and spring the trap only when it is properly set.

     The first lesson of the Art of War is diversion and surprise; and the last lesson is the same as the first. On the modern battlefield any threat that can be seen or identified can be destroyed; so don’t tip your hand.

       In the context of Resistance against ICE kidnapping teams, your enemy has military weapons, armor, and communications, and possibly some training; if Trump calls in the National Guard to support them as he has threatened today, they will unquestionably be trained to work as a team in ways far superior to that of any pickup team you may be able to put together, even if your team has better skills individually. This means you must avoid direct confrontation; you must be clever, unpredictable, strike anonymously from the shadows when the enemy is off guard and at their weakest in ways which cannot be countered, and never use the same trick twice.

       Of course, you want to train as a team as much as possible, and as broadly as possible which among other things means cross training in each other’s disciplines.

       This brings us to one of the crucial and decisive factors in any conflict; the use of force obeys Newton’s Third Law of Motion and creates its own counterforce such as Resistance, so the reaction must be part of its design if one is to use force to shape the future.

       Another such principle is that in the Calculus of Fear, too little invites Chaos and social disorder, and too much galvanizes Resistance. I’d have thought the world would have learned this at Nanking, but its something tyrants never truly learn. People who have nothing left to lose are uncontrollable and dangerous, like ourselves.

     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?

      If they know you are armed, they will not come to arrest you, but will send a sniper team to assassinate you.

      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 democratic society of true equality, diversity, and inclusion 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 we must keep and remember, and if we are very lucky they are not always the same.

     As I wrote in my post of January 14 2025, A Curse Upon Traitor Trump and All Who Voted For Him Or Celebrate His Inauguration; In less than a week’s time a man who modeled himself on Hitler will be Inaugurated as President of the United States, to the hooting and champing of his dishonorable and treasonous Deplorables who celebrate his white supremacist terror and theocratic patriarchal sexual terror because they want permission to do the same.

     This event of fracture and disruption calls for rituals of grief and healing for our shared public trauma, but also for solidarity in Resistance and performances of acts of refusal to submit and bringing a Reckoning.

     If I had enough hands, and windows into their private spaces, I would flay their white skins and mount them on my wall, I would douse them in gasoline while they sleep and drop the match, I would visit horrors on them and give reply to their violations, atrocities, tyranny and terror with those of my own as they merit; but I do not because I would not become as they, and we must never allow our enemies to become our teachers.

     Look to Israel, a nation which learned the wrong lessons from the Nazis, and to the genocide of the Palestinians if you require a scrying glass into our future should we choose the path of force and violence without embracing the humanity of our enemies regardless of their otherness and monstrosity; and we must also embrace our own if we are to free ourselves from the Wagnerian Ring of fear, power, and force and its systems of oppression.

     The enemy are monsters because they have transgressed the limits of the human, and we must not join them in the place of unknowns. I have lived in this place, marked Here Be Dragons on our maps of becoming human, for forty three years now since the Siege of Beirut, and as Nietzsche warned the Abyss has begun to look back at me.

     Imposed conditions of struggle may require seizures of power by force, but in so doing we must not forget to see others as fellow human beings, even if we must meet them in battle as brother warriors to find the truths of ourselves. 

     When the Matadors rescued me from the police death squad in Brazil over fifty years ago, the leader said; ”You are one of us; come with us. We can’t save everyone, but we can avenge.” This principle serves well enough for Resistance, but the moment we are now living in requires both Resistance, always War to the Knife without law or limit, and Revolution as reimagination and transformative change. Revenge is a weakness we cannot afford if we are to build a better future than we have the past.

     Herein I offer all of you a curse upon our enemies, betrayers of our humanity and of our nation; join me in invoking a Reckoning and in Solidarity of action to make it real.

                    A Curse Upon Our Enemies: Traitor Trump and All Who Voted For Him Or Celebrate His Inauguration

      I invoke death and horror upon all who voted for Traitor Trump or celebrate his Inauguration, Rapist In Chief, Russian agent, and figurehead of the Fourth Reich, and ruin upon all their works. May all they love and dream come to nothing and be destroyed.

      By the beard of the Ice King of Entropy and the poison songs of the Queen of Lies,

      By the dead eyes of the Faceless Ones and the Wailing in the Darkness,

      By the Abyss and the terror of our Nothingness,

     May our enemies and all who celebrate today the Inauguration of Traitor Trump live loveless and die unmourned,

     May their bodies be prisons of illness and pain, and their souls consumed by their cruelties.

      In annotation of the text, I refer in my poem and conjuration here to the old and true forces of our universe, which I sometimes call the Giants of Frost and Old Night to convey something of the wonder and terror of a universe free from any meaning or value except for that we ourselves create, but also as symbols of Defining Moments which I have lived.

     In my imagination I give form and force to The Wailing in the Darkness as an incident in the defense of Mariupol, hours crawling in utter darkness through the bloody remains of the dead in a partially collapsed tunnel filled with the voices of the dying whom I could not help as Russian bombs shook the earth. They are with me still, my companions in darkness at the edge of life and death, and they whisper things in my dreams; of horror and despair, loneliness and abandonment, of being shattered into countless fragments of myself under the hammer of mass trauma to which I can bring no healing and give no answer as to why humans do such things to each other.

     At the time this bothered me not at all; I have survived worse and more terrible, as no doubt I will again. But I spent days throwing up and working through the stages of shock when I discovered what the Russians were doing with the children they abducted, who could not even call for help that was not coming from the torture brothels on army bases far away in Russia, and this silencing and erasure is another form of Wailing in the Darkness.

     When I speak of the dead eyes of the Faceless Ones, I am thinking of the Jar of Eyes.

     Of Sarajevo I shall speak here not of the monstrous acts of those who would be conquerors, nor of the courageous resistance of their intended victims who held true to their faith and to each other in the face of death and torture, nor even of the valor and compassion of the volunteers of the International Brigade who placed themselves between hammer and anvil, but of a small horror which has come to symbolize for me the unimaginable horrors of war; the Jar of Eyes.

      On the desk of a commander of death squads sat a jar full of eyes, and beside it an ice cream scoop which he would toy with, stroking its stainless smoothness with an absentminded and sensual languor while interrogating prisoners.

    This he did in imitation of the Roman Emperor Basil the Second the Bulgar Slayer, who after the battle of Kleidion in 1014 Christianized Bulgaria by blinding the army he had defeated, and leaving one man in one hundred with a single eye to guide the others home and terrify the nation into submission.

    How do I know this, and what were we to each other, this monster and I? Herein I recall and speak as a witness of history a Defining Moment in which we played a game of chess with the life of a prisoner of his as the prize.

    Having materialized at his gate and asking to see the commander, itself unusual and a curious thing to a man with his fearsome reputation, I came bearing the gift of a recording of an opera I knew he loved and could not attend due to his duties and the price on his head as a war criminal, Leoš Janáček’s House of the Dead set in a Serbian prison and based on the Dostoevsky novel, with the promise of more music in trade for a prisoner he held and did not know the value of. He agreed to the bargain, but with one condition; we would play three games of chess after dinner in the following days, and demanded I must win or force a draw once.

      We had three meetings over three days of an hour each, over dinner and  chess, during which we conversed of the historical civilization he was fighting to defend, a fight which had made him a monster; music, philosophy, art, literature. Once a prisoner was brought in, seated and held fast by guards like a third companion at dinner whom he tortured while we sipped tea and spoke of the scene between Christ and the Grand Inquisitor in Dostoevsky‘s The Brothers Karamazov. I think he was lonely.

     Within the jar the eyes would float randomly, hypnotic, reflective, capturing ones will to resist with a Medusa-like gaze of objectification and dehumanization appropriated from their tormentors, a talisman of transference of power. A jar of silent screams, erased lives, and the lost witness of history; how can we accuse our destroyers when we have no mouths?

     Here among the dragons, where the rule of law cannot reach and our maps of meaning and value have given way to tantalizing empty spaces which beckon with the siren call of the Forbidden, where the only currency is fear and the only relationships those of power and dominion, we challenge and define by their absence and contrary the limits of what is human.

     For we are all trapped in the Jar of Eyes, and if we are to reawaken and assume our true forms we must find a means of escape.

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July 10 2025 Festival of Artemis and the Stag King

     This month’s Festival of Artemis and the Stag King falls on the night of the the full Buck Moon, a sacred hunt like that of Valentine’s Day or Lupercalia, named after the role of the Stag King or Horned One in the rites of Artemis, winged hunter and daughter of the Wolf Goddess whose title is Potnia Theron, the Lady of the Beasts.

      The figure of her consort conflates the Greco-Roman Pan, the Celtic Cernunnos, the Egyptian ram deity Banebdjedet who was the soul of Osirus and by a convoluted route of misrepresentation became the Goat of Mendes or Baphomet in medieval occultism, and the Christian devil with the original Stag of Artemis whose festival is tonight.  

      For my purposes the Crown of Horns signifies wildness, sovereignty, freedom, abundance, boundless and untamed eroticism, as the ideal of masculine beauty enacted through the Stag Dance performance, which tells the story of a ritual hunt and is followed by a Great Feast, enacting the myth of Acteon. The substitution of a deer for Iphigenia as a sacrifice to Artemis during the Trojan War by Agamemnon alludes to the ritual Hunt and Feast of Artemis; that her hunting hounds were a gift of Pan is another connection to the Horned One.

     Herein I have gathered some liturgical elements for a ritual of Artemis and the Stag King organized around Afternoon of a Faun and Beauty and the Beast; let us do the Stag Dance and share a lavish Feast.

     Let us violate normalities and transgress the boundaries of the Forbidden.

     Let us free the truths written in our flesh.

     Let us run amok and be ungovernable.

     As I write in my recurring Full Moon post, Of the Wildness of Nature and the Wildness of Ourselves, Monsters, Freaks, the Limits of the Human and the Tyranny of Normality: the Werewolf As Metaphor of Freedom and Truths Written In Our Flesh; Tonight as darkness falls, the full moon rises, and the wildness calls to me once again with its songs of chaos as freedom and as beauty, of transgression of the boundaries of the Forbidden, violations of normality, and seizures of power from Authority as revolutionary struggle, the wildness in me gives answer and soon will become uncontrollable as a tidal force of passion, truths immanent in nature and written in my flesh which must be lived and set free, and I will run amok and be ungovernable.

    A maker of mischief, I.

    For like all human beings I am a thing of nature cursed with the vision to transcend the limits of my flesh, through poetic vision and the rapture and exaltation of love and desire, and in this liminal moment on the cusp of becoming I write to all those who in the performance of otherness as seizure of power over the ownership of themselves become Unconquered and free, self-created beings unbound by any law or tyranny of normality and other people’s ideas of virtue, including all those who question and challenge authorized identities of sex and gender, many of whom are now enacting recapitulations of the annual celebrations of June’s Pride Month. The liminal time of the parades may have passed, but this is no reason our revels must now be ended; the revolution is within us, who in refusal to submit to authority become Unconquered and free, agents of change and Bringers of Chaos as Living Autonomous Zones.

     Let us embrace the wildness of nature, and the wildness of ourselves.

     For law serves power, order appropriates, and there is no just authority.

     In Mariupol the Abyss began to look back at me, and I am shaped by my history to dread purposes as a thing without pity, fear, or remorse. I wonder now, could I have become something other than a monster, had I chosen differently, to abandon rather than stand in solidarity with my fellow human beings? But then I would be complicit in their suffering, as America is in Gaza and the Palestinian Genocide, and no longer human.

     How if the best we can do is to try to claw something of our humanity back from the darkness, before it annihilates us all, and maybe save someone else from becoming as I am? Our lives are dragons teeth, sown in the shadows of terror and unanswerable forces of dehumanization, but from which multitudes arise.

     O my brothers, sisters, and others, let us arise and resist, and abandon not our fellows, let us embrace our monstrosity and place our lives in the balance with those of the powerless and the dispossessed, the silenced and the erased, if only for one last time of glory and refusal to submit.

      When those who would enslave us come for us and for others, as they always have and will, let them find not a humanity subjugated by learned helplessness, despair, abjection, and division, but united in solidarity as guarantors of each other’s universal human rights. If we do this, we may hope to remain human.

     Let us reply to Trump, Netanyahu, and Putin, and to all tyrants with the words written by J.R.R. Tolkien between 1937 and 1955 in his luminous reimagination of the Second World War in the iconic speech of Aragorn at the Black Gate in The Return of the King which unites ethos, logos, pathos, and kairos; “A day may come when the courage of men fails, when we forsake our friends and break all bonds of fellowship, but it is not this day. An hour of wolves and shattered shields, when the age of men comes crashing down, but it is not this day. This day we fight.”

     This day we fight.

      What do I mean by the enigmatic principle, Embrace Our Monstrosity?

     Many of the modern pathologies of disconnectedness from our nature are born of the need for control and of fear of our inchoate passions as threatening otherness, an internalized oppression which has riven the human soul, divided and abstracted us from ourselves as part of the processes of nature. This is a madness of inauthenticity, falsification, power, control, dominance, vanity, greed, myths, histories, and authorized versions of truth which valorize war and authorize elite hierarchies of belonging and exclusionary otherness as fascisms of blood, faith, and soil, all of which arise from an Original Sin of ownership of nature which abstracts us from ourselves as the otherness of our own flesh and the truths written therein, as in the allegory of Adam Naming the Beasts.

     Patriarchy, racism, sectarian division, and other identitarian forms of power, operating in mutual interdependence with capitalism, which Jean Genet called necrophilia and William S. Burroughs reimagined as the Algebra of Need, and its prefigural developmental stages of elite hegemony and political forms monarchial aristocratic feudalism and then as nationalist imperialism, all find anchorages in civilization as control of threatening nature and our fear and hatred of ourselves.

     Jung described the primal disunity we must heal within ourselves; “The psychological rule says that when an inner situation is not made conscious, it happens outside, as fate. That is to say, when the individual remains undivided and does not become conscious of his inner contradictions, the world must perforce act out the conflict and become torn into opposite halves.” He was speaking of psychosis and the work of reintegration and becoming human, but it applies equally to dialectical civilizational processes of history wherein we have found ourselves conflicted and at war with nature on multiple fronts.

     As the state is embodied violence, the historical processes of civilization which create it are also expressions of the conflicted human soul and the primary struggle for ownership of ourselves and self-creation versus authorized identities. 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.

     Here I think also of Camille Paglia’s magisterial critique of Patriarchy as a civilizational task of controlling nature, Sexual Personae: Art and Decadence from Nefertiti to Emily Dickinson.  In the case of Emily Dickinson, metaphysical ax murderess whose poetry is a savage and relentless struggle with Patriarchy and avenging of its countless victims, she writes;” Even the best critical writing on Emily Dickinson underestimates her. She is frightening. To come to her directly from Dante, Spenser, Blake, and Baudelaire is to find her sadomasochism obvious and flagrant. Birds, bees, and amputated hands are the dizzy stuff of this poetry. Dickinson is like the homosexual cultist draping himself in black leather and chains to bring the idea of masculinity into aggressive visibility.”

    Personally I adore Emily Dickinson as a figure of Liberty; she reminds me of an ancestor of mine who was a member of the Paris Commune, an anarchist revolutionary, abolitionist, and suffragette called the Red Queen in reference to the character from Alice in Wonderland, after her preferred method of assassination. Hers was a simple doctrine; to take the enemy’s power, go directly for and behead the apex predator of a system of oppression, second totalize elite hegemonies of wealth, power, and privilege, from the shadows and in the most savage and terrifying ways possible, and then put everything they owned and controlled, all that serves unequal power, to the torch.

      Once the true nature of our captivity and enslavement by elites has been realized, and Authority exposed as a seducer and betrayer whose apologetics of power are but lies and illusions, the choice between freedom and rebellion or dehumanization and subjugation becomes horribly clear, a chiaroscuro of terror and the grandeur of resistance.

    So also with the plunder and capitalist exploitation of our common natural resources in service to wealth and power which is driving the existential threat of ecological collapse and human extinction, for it is rooted in the same fear, drive to dominance and control, and internalized oppression as in the sexual terror of Patriarchy or the white supremacist terror which threatens our democracy.

    Our lives become expressions of the stories we tell about ourselves, to ourselves and to others. This I call the Narrative Theory of Identity, and in the context of liberation and revolutionary struggle to win a reimagined humanity which heals our disunity with nature through the embrace of our otherness and our true and authentic selves which dwell among the chasms of darkness of our passions, through transgression of the boundaries of the Forbidden, refusal to submit to Authority, violations of normality and other people’s ideas of virtue, and other Acts of Chaos and Transformation, we may heal the flaws of our humanity, the brokenness of the world, and the origins of evil in the Wagnerian  Ring of fear, power, and force which Schiller identifies as “the disgodding of nature.”

     Here I look to stories of our own to balance those of submission to Authority and denial and control of our nature. William S. Burroughs, whose bizarre fairytales haunted the nights of my youth, forged such a myth in his novel The Wild Boys, which I describe in my celebration of his work as follows; The Wild Boys envisions feral youths in rebellion against the Authority that created them, set in a dystopian future in which man’s animal nature has been  betrayed by civilization but which also has the power to redeem him, the final part of his Anarchist trilogy which extends his recurrent theme of werewolves as symbolic of our essential wildness and unconquerable nature and a type of Nietzschean Superman; beyond good and evil.

     As he wrote it during the period of his visits, I have often wondered how much of it was drawn from his conversations with my father, who mythologized our family history with the absurd claim that we are not human but werewolves, beings of the Wild Hunt, magic, and darkness, unbound by any law and with the blood of ancient terrors in our veins, and had been driven out of Bavaria in 1586  for that reason. 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.

     The Wild Boys extends de Sade and Rousseau’s ideal of the natural man as uncorrupted by civilization and unlimited by its boundaries, as truths immanent in nature and written in our flesh, in a reversal of Freud’s ideology of civilization as control of our animal nature.

     David Bowie created his character of Ziggy Stardust based on The Wild Boys; Anthony Burgess’s A Clockwork Orange and H.G. Wells’ The Island of Doctor Moreau here mingle and intertwine. Certainly it is among the many stories I have adopted as part of my personal myth and identity, which include Milton’s rebel angel, the visions of William Blake, Mary Shelly’s Frankenstein, Cocteau’s film Beauty and the Beast, and the iconography of Gustav Klimt’s Beethoven Frieze, a pantheon and ancestral family with the wonderful image of the titan Typhoeus as a chthonic ape with his three gorgon daughters Madness, Illness, and Death, balanced with the triple goddess of Lasciviousness, Wantonness, and Intemperance; really, what more could one ask for?  

     Such myths offer models of harmony with nature in the figure of the werewolf as a controlling metaphor for the wildness of nature and the wildness of ourselves. Rather than a thing of clay animated as the toy of a tyrant deity of alien and unfathomable motives as in the Abrahamic faiths, we can free ourselves from the dehumanizing legacies of our Patriarchal and Authoritarian histories by looking to counter-narratives of freedom, such as the werewolf defined as a being of wildness and uncorrupted nature.

      Myths about were beings tell us how we humans view ourselves and our relationship with the natural world in specific historical contexts.

    The bite is an interesting metaphor, and is akin to other forms of the medical model of madness which describes transpersonal and other states of awareness as a degradation or dehumanization rather than exaltation and participation in something greater than we are, and as an intrusive force from outside rather than a sign of our natural condition; allegories and metaphors of the desacralization of nature and the falsification of ourselves, part of the story of the human cost of the industrial and authoritarian age like the loss of magic in the age of iron.

      In terms of story, there are many unexplored possibilities for the reimagination of were beings as heroes of authentic being versus normality and the tyranny of other people’s ideas of virtue, and champions of the powerless and the dispossessed, the silenced and the erased.

     Like the exhibitions in a carnival freak show, monsters help us define our limits and establish boundaries by providing examples of the truly other.

     What is human?

      Transgression explores and redefines our boundaries; indeed is necessary to growth and the discovery of possibilities of being. Let us parse the meaning of our reactions to violations of norms and to the truly other with great care, particularly with regard to the use of social force and control to authorize normality and codify and enforce virtue.

     As the anthropologist Sam Dubal relates in his book Against Humanity: Lessons from the Lord’s Resistance Army, modern Uganda provides a case study of the tribal warrior societies our werewolf myths are based on, a group who modeled themselves on gorilla warbands to achieve a higher state of being than human and reawaken our connection with nature and our natural selves, and whose acts of terror were in part ritual transgressions of the Forbidden, as were the crimes of Jean Genet. While the anticolonial warriors of the 19th century Leopard Society in Africa, Boxers in China, or Thugee in India may not be accessible to us, in the LRA we have ready examples of the use of savaging and primalism in war.

      When thinking about werewolves we must place our mythologies in the context of stories told about them as monsters and figures of terror by their enemies, just as the Christians did witches or the European peoples claimed by Church and King did the Viking berserkergangr with whom they struggled for dominion.

     All divisions and hierarchies of exclusionary otherness authorized by those who would enslave us demonize the many in service to the power of the few.

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

      How we imagine and honor the wildness of ourselves is reflected in how we imagine and honor the wildness of nature; our idea of the werewolf reflects our relationship with our animal nature, and with nature itself. If you think of your animal nature as evil, hostile, subhuman, barbaric, a thing of bottomless appetites to be controlled as Freud conceptualized what he provocatively called our polymorphously perverse nature, it is a fearsome thing, a degradation checked only by the restraining force of law; the doctrine of the innate depravity of man, corollary of original sin, being the basis of all law and of the carceral state, an idea very useful in subjugating us to authority.

     But if instead our freedom and wildness is beautiful, and nature to be celebrated rather than feared, humankind is restored to wholeness and harmony with nature. This is perhaps a better way to study the idea of our wildness and harmony as animals and beings of nature expressive of its forces; look inside yourself and question your feelings and ideas about sex, death, and the possibilities of becoming human in a universe of imposed conditions which owe nothing to normality and other peoples ideas of virtue.

     To be a Wolfman is to be without limit, autonomous, free, to transgress the boundaries of the Forbidden and dwell among the unknowns of our maps of human being, meaning, and value. To live in harmony with our nature is to abandon dominion and live as one wild thing among others in a free society of equals, without tyrants, elites, or inequalities, for all living beings are equal and merit honor, especially the ones we must consume.

      Do not be deceived by the lies and illusions of those who would enslave us and steal our souls; our wildness is a thing not of terror or debasement, but of freedom and of beauty; and it awaits within you as a wisdom of your own darkness, which holds nothing which is not yours. Claim your wildness, and be free.

     As I wrote in my post of October 28 2023, Let Us Be Wolfmen: Embrace the Wildness of Nature and the Wildness of Ourselves; On these Nights of the full moon, a cosmic event of enormous powers of change and transformative rebirth, let us embrace our monstrosity as Bringers of Chaos in the destabilization of order, disruptions of normality, transgressions of the Forbidden, and seizures of power from Authority in revolutionary struggle.

     To all those who would enslave us as tyrants of unequal power, let us bring a Reckoning. 

     Now is the time of the Wolf and of the sacred hunt as love and as solidarity in liberation struggle, dyadic forces of the embrace of nature. Here is a ground of struggle signified by the figure of the wolfman as embodiment of our true nature uncorrupted by the subversions, lies, and falsifications of Authority; the image of human nature and our best selves.

    Who are we when liberated from the legacies of our history and systems of unequal power? What is this truth we pursue in the pursuit of those truths immanent in nature and written in our flesh?

     As I wrote in my post of February 14 2022, On the Redemptive and Transformational Power of Love: the Case of Valentine’s Day and the Festival of the Wolf; Valentine’s Day is a holiday we can celebrate as an unambiguous good, without conflicted historical legacies; named in honor of a man who was executed on February 14 278 AD for performing gay marriages in defiance of Imperial law, adelphopoiesis or brother-making which refers to his marrying Roman soldiers not to their girlfriends but to one another, the wedding of same sex couples under Christian law which Emperor Claudius II forbid as related by John Boswell in his Same Sex Unions in Premodern Europe.

      The modern custom of sending messages to one’s lover, whether a forbidden love or not, originated in 1415, with a message sent by Charles, Duke of Orleans to his wife while he was imprisoned in the Tower of London.

      So we have in one holiday defiance of authority, transgression of the Forbidden, and the injunction to seize the gates of our prisons and be free.

     But this holiday is far more ancient, dating from the sixth century BC and encoding the historical memories of primordial rites of fertility called Lupercalia, the Festival of the Wolf. Rites which echo through our flesh and find form not only as Valentine’s Day as a celebration of the uncontrollable and liberating power of love which exalts us like a madness, but also as a form of the Wild Hunt which we know as the story of Red Riding Hood and the Wolf.

Angela Carter got it nearly right in The Company of Wolves; so also with season two, episode three of The Chilling Adventures of Sabrina.

     Midnight approaches, and as I ready my wolfskin for the sacred Hunt I think not of the ravishment of our passion but of the redemptive and transformative power of love, of its unique function as a force of healing and reconnection, and of transgression of the Forbidden and defiance of authority as a seizure of power over the ownership of oneself.

     Of this I have written tonight a spell of poetic vision, awakening, and transformation, which I share with you here. Good hunting to you all.

                   Love Triumphs Over Time

     When first I learned of love,

And realized that in loving others we humans were not merely escaping

the boundaries of our lives and the flags of our skins

As transcendence, rapture, and exaltation

But discovering ourselves and those truths written in our flesh

And the limitless possibilities of becoming human

Among the unknown topologies of being marked Here Be Dragons

In the empty spaces of the maps of our Imagination

Beyond the doors of the Forbidden

Where truths are forged,

     And in the years since I have always known this one true thing;

We are more ourselves when we are with others

Because humans are not designed to be alone

For we are doors which open one another

And restore each other to ourselves in an indifferent world

When we are savaged and broken and lost;

     Love is the greatest power of all the forces

which shape, motivate, and inform living things

Love creates, love redeems, love transforms,

Love triumphs over the pathology of our disconnectedness

From Beauty, from the Infinite, and from the community of humankind;

Love triumphs over Time.

    Thus for the embrace of the wildness of nature and the wildness of ourselves as love; also it manifests as resistance, seizures of power, and revolutionary struggle. As I wrote in my post of May 24 2022 The Problematization of Tuesday: Why Do We Celebrate Tyr’s Binding of Fenris One Day Each Week?;

     How much of our humanity are we willing to sacrifice in order to confront and limit evil?

     This is always the true and final question of Resistance; not of the origin of evil in the Wagnerian Ring of fear, power, and force, of the renouncement of love as the cost of power nor the redemptive power of love to free us from its grip and from those who would enslave us, not of our dehumanization, commodification, and falsification as theft of the soul nor of our power to become Unconquered and free in refusal to submit to authority, not of addiction to power and the hierarchies of belonging and exclusionary otherness of hegemonic elites of wealth, power, and privilege and fascisms of blood, faith, and soil nor of seizures of power and revolutionary struggle for the ownership of ourselves against authorized identities of unequal power. The question we must face is simply this; how much of ourselves are we willing to trade for our liberty? 

     Resistance is always war to the knife, under imposed conditions of struggle against those who do not recognize us as fellow human beings, and who have shifted the ground of struggle beyond all limits and all laws, beyond the limits of the human and the boundaries of the Forbidden to subvert and degrade our humanity and all human being, meaning, and value, and here is where we must meet them.

     Who so ever acts to subjugate us beyond all laws and all limits may hide behind none. I am a hunter of tyrants and fascists, and mine is a hunter’s morality. Let us give to fascists, tyrants, and all those who would enslave us the only reply it merits; Never Again!

     Here the myth of Fenris and Tyr may illuminate us, for in sacrificing his hand to bind the wolf which represents his animal nature as all devouring need there is an exchange of qualities, a hierosgamos and transformative rebirth as they unite and become dyadic forces. It is a myth which reflects and refers to the human transformation of wolves into dogs, predators into partners in hunting and war, and in which the breaking of the oaths and bindings which create and sustain the universe, human nature, and civilization are part of the processes of self creation and transformative rebirth, the work of Chaos in the reinvention of the world and our liberation from imposed orders of meaning and authorized identities.

     Of Chaos as the principle of freedom I have written often and will again, for I am a Bringer of Chaos and a maker of mischief for tyrants; but here I wish to speak to you of the true nature of the myth of the Binding of Fenris as a metaphor and allegory of our primary ground of struggle as our relationship with the wildness of nature and the wildness of ourselves.

   For there are two paths we can travel in this; that of control and domination of our nature, as Freud described us with his delicious phrase as “polymorphosly perverse”, chthonic forces to be surmounted and harnessed, or that of Jung, who wrote of shadow work as unification with our monstrosity, especially that which provokes disgust, revulsion, fear, and horror in us.

    Here is a myth we can interpret and live as binding our animal nature, as Freud has authorized us to do with disastrous consequences for the ecological systems in nature and for human suffering under capitalism as a system of oppression, or as binding together with our animal nature as a primary human act of becoming. One leads to exploitation and dominance of nature and inevitably to our own extinction; the other to harmony, interdependence, and a sustainable civilization.

      First we must situate the figure of Fenris as an archetypal wolf in the context of our fear of nature and its myths and allegories, and then interrogate the consequences of our denial of our own nature for how we have chosen to be human together.

     As written by Octave Mirbeau in The Torture Garden; “Monsters, monsters! But there are no monsters! What you call monsters are superior forms, or forms beyond your understanding. Aren’t the gods monsters? Isn’t a man of genius a monster, like a tiger or a spider, like all individuals who live beyond social lies, in the dazzling and divine immortality of things? Why, I too then-am a monster!”

      I question and challenge the idea of normality, the authorization of identities, and the tyranny of other people’s ideas of virtue.

     When you begin to question the boundary and interface between normality as authorized identity and transgression as seizure of power, between subjugation and liberty, the grotesque and the beautiful, idealizations of masculinity and femininity, of madness and vision, and to challenge the tyranny of other people’s ideas of virtue, you enter my world, the place of unknowns and the limitless possibilities of becoming human, marked Here Be Dragons on our maps of human being, meaning, and value.

     One could think of the Binding of Fenris as slavery, abjection, degradation to an animal state or pathological denial of our nature which results in unequal social power as patriarchy, hegemonic elites, capitalism and ecological devastation; or its mirror reverse, hierosgamos, transformative rebirth, interdependence, and harmony with nature.

     As we enter the liminal time of this night’s Full Moon celebrations, allegories of the performance of ourselves as a guerilla theatre of disruption and the frightening of the horses, I say to you all, my brothers, sisters, and others; Welcome to freedom and its wonders and terrors; to reimagination, transformation, and discovery. May the new truths you forge bring you joy.

     Thus I write of the wolf that lives within us, in celebration of our monstrosity and beauty; sometimes you have to let your demons out to dance.

     Liturgical Elements For A Rite of Artemis and the Stag King

Nijinsky dances Afternoon of a Faun

Debussy: Prélude à l’après-midi d’un faune

The Afternoon of a Faun

an eclogue, by Mallarme

THE FAUN

These nymphs, I do not want to let them go—

their clear, carnation-tinted afterglow

still shimmering in air, the warp of sleep.

Was it a dream I fell for?

Doubt, as deep

as elemental midnight, ramifies

in branching silhouettes before my eyes,

the only forest left, which only proves,

alas, that I embraced, instead of love’s

triumphant close, an eidolon of roses.

Let’s think it through…

or did these girls your prose is 10

limning merely embody some deep ache

your storied sensuality can’t shake?

O Faun, already the reverie disappears

of chaste eyes, blue and cold as a fountain’s tears,

and of the sighing other—was she not

the first’s antithesis, more like the hot

breath of the breeze felt in my fur at noon?

No, no! Day, in a stultifying swoon,

quells with its swelter what fresh insurrections

morning may stir; no watery inflections 20

are heard, besides the spritz of melodies

my reeds spurt in the clearing; the one breeze—

from my twin pipes—too soon exhausts its strain,

the sound dissolving in an arid rain,

to hang, on the horizon where no motion

disturbs the smooth indifference, without passion,

the contrived exhale, visibly defined,

of inspiration leaving earth behind.

O coast of Sicily, calm estuary

my vanity vies with the sun to harry, 30

silent under the sparks of flowers, LEND

YOUR VOICE: “I sat here, cutting reeds, to bend

them to my talent, when, against the far

backdrop of golds and grays where the vines are

dipping their green arms in the little spate,

I saw an animal whiteness undulate

languidly; and amid the watery, slow

prelude where reed-pipes are born and grow—

not swans in flight, but—Naiads! diving, turning…”

Gold light of the panic hour: world burning, 40

torpid with heat; no sign, no way to see

how such windfall of ecstasy could flee

this piper feeling for the key of A.

Someday I’ll wake again to the mania

which I was born to, in the ancient light

poured out by morning, singular, upright—

lilies, in innocence as pure as yours!

Their lips excepted—those delicious purrs

of kisses, intimating sure betrayal—

my body, bare of witness, virginal, 50

yet bears the ghostly mark of deity’s

supernal teeth. But hush! Such mysteries

will speak, if they must speak, their secrets through

the large twin pipes we play in heaven’s view,

which take the burden of the cheeks’ lament,

and dream, in long slow solos, of time spent

in this exquisite spot, amusing it

with our mistaken songs confusing it

and all its beauty with their credulous speech;

and dream, as high as love’s accents can reach, 60

of drawing from some daily scene, a fine

bosom or back, the eyes shut tight, a line

resonant, droning, ineffectual.

But try, cruel virtuoso of withdrawal,

Syrinx, to fringe our ponds again, for me!

My song shall dabble in idolatry

a long while; taken with my cadences,

I’ll join the painters stripping goddesses

of all their shifts of shade; then, when my lips

have sucked the glistening essences of grapes, 70

to squelch remorse my ruses and self-lies

deflect, I shall hold up to summer skies,

laughing, longing for stronger drink, the cluster

I’ve drained, and breathe into its empty luster,

blowing and gazing through it till night falls.

Come, nymphs, let’s sigh what each of us RECALLS:

“My eye, slicing the rushes, trained its aim

on deathless necks, which sought to quench their flame

among the pools, and set the forest sky

aquiver with the umbrage of their cry; 80

but—quick—that dazzling wash of locks is gone

amid the gems, in flashing and frisson;

I run up; there, before me, in a knot

(as if drugged by the grief of being not

one flesh, but two) the sleepers, limb and limb

entangled, lie exposed. I ravish them,

still interlaced, and rush the three of us

to this rose garden where no frivolous

shades shuttle, and the roses let the sun

despoil them of their fragrance, where our fun 90

can spend itself completely, like the heat.”

Delicious wrath of virgins, savage, sweet,

I love you, love your holy nudity,

the burden of it, thrashing to wriggle free

from my lips burning, charged with a galvanic

shudder, to drink the flesh’s secret panic

from heart to foot—the one’s impassive foot,

the other’s frightened heart—since both had put

their innocence away now, and were wet

with frantic tears, or vapors less upset. 100

“My crime came when I, with a conqueror’s cheer

at having calmed in them that traitor, fear,

tried to divide their kisses’ tousled tuft

the gods had done so much to intergraft:

for, as I turned my passion’s giddy face

to one, to hide it in her folds of grace,

(keeping a single finger on the other,

in hopes her whiteness like an eider feather

would borrow color from her sister’s flush,

the little one still too naive to blush) 110

ah, then, as if on waves of death, my prey,

ungratefully as ever, slipped away

from my slack arms, unmoved by sympathy

for sobs that still intoxicated me.”

Oh well! Others, with ropes of braided tresses,

will drag me by the horns to learn what bliss is.

You know, my heart, that, ruddy now, and ready,

cracked pomegranates buzz with bees already,

and my blood, wild for the next mouth to arrive,

flows to sustain desire’s deathless hive. 120

When gold and ash imbrue our woodland shade,

carousals kindle as the leaf-lights fade:

Etna! on you, and your volcanic rock,

where Venus’ candid feet delight to walk,

sad slumber thunders, or the flame sinks low.

The queen, I have her!

I’ll be punished…

No,

but words desert the soul; the limbs grow numb

in noon’s proud silence and, though late, succumb.

I must sleep now, all blasphemy far off,

here on parched sand, mouth wide with joy to quaff 130

the vintage the stars press.

Farewell, sweet pair.

I’m entering the darkness you now are.

L’après-midi d’un faune, Stéphane Mallarmé  (read in French)

Translation: The Afternoon of a Faun: Mallarmé’s elusive eclogue slips from the translator’s grasp like nymphs from its titular faun, Christopher Childers

https://callidaiunctura.substack.com/p/translation-the-afternoon-of-a-faun

Cocteau’s Beauty and the Beast, full movie

https://www.veoh.com/watch/v71672331PdCWgGY2

Beauty and the Beast: Visions and Revisions of an Old Tale, Betsy Hearne

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/402049.Beauty_and_the_Beast?ref=nav_sb_ss_2_73

Pan and the Nightmare, James Hillman

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/1368912.Pan_and_the_Nightmare?ref=nav_sb_ss_1_21

Tales from Ovid: 24 Passages from the Metamorphoses, Ted Hughes

                 References

The Incredible Story of Artemis: Her Myths, Symbols, and Significance in Ancient Greece

This Day We Fight: Aragorn’s Speech at the Black Gate

No Go the Bogeyman: Scaring, Lulling, and Making Mock, by Marina Warner

The Island of Doctor Moreau, by H.G. Wells, Margaret Atwood (Introduction)

The Wild Boys: A Book of the Dead, by William S. Burroughs

Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders from Mars: The Motion Picture

https://ok.ru/video/363578067518

Against Humanity: Lessons from the Lord’s Resistance Army, by Sam Dubal

Sexual Personae: Art and Decadence from Nefertiti to Emily Dickinson,by Camille Paglia

The Torture Garden, by Octave Mirbeau

Typhoeus and His Daughters, Detail from Gustav Klimt’s Beethoven Frieze

Little Red Riding Hood -sung by Amanda Seyfried

Red Riding Hood trailer for film starring Amanda Seyfried

The Company of Wolves, Angela Carter

She-Wolf: A Cultural History of Female Werewolves, Hannah Priest (Editor)

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/23529039-she-wolf

Phases of the Moon: A Cultural History of the Werewolf Film, Craig Ian Mann

The Werewolf in Lore and Legend, Montague Summers

Werewolf Histories, Willem de Blécourt  (Editor)

The Book of Werewolves, Sabine Baring-Gould

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/1534461.The_Book_of_Werewolves

Monsters of the Gévaudan: The Making of a Beast, Jay M. Smith

The Wolfman, trailer for 2004 film starring Anthony Hopkins & Benicio del Toro

The Wolfman:  Benicio del Toro Transforming Into a Werewolf and Rampaging Through London

An American Werewolf in Paris film trailer

The Werewolf of Paris, Guy Endore (novel on which the 1961 Hammer film The Curse of the Werewolf was based)

Critique of the new Disney Special Werewolf By Night

The Hieronymus Bosch Tarot Deck Walkthrough by Travis McHenry.

Martin Luther’s idea of witches as Drachenbraute

https://aeon.co/essays/how-economic-behaviour-drove-witch-hunts-in-pre-modern-germany

Buck Moon rises behind majestic MtRainier/Tahoma, Washington State, USA. The city lights are Dash Point in the foreground.

July 9 2025 Anniversary of the 14th Amendment: Free At Last?

     We celebrate the passing by Congress of the 14th Amendment on this day in 1868, as the victory over slavery was consolidated.

    Our victory over a human trafficking syndicate which had declared itself a nation ended the Civil War, and this was a glorious triumph of solidarity and resistance, but it did not truly make us all social equals or equal under the law, merely began the liberation struggle which is ongoing now.

    Are we Free At Last? So proclaimed Martin Luther King, Jr. in his historic speech; “Five score years ago, a great American, in whose symbolic shadow we stand today, signed the Emancipation Proclamation. This momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope to millions of Negro slaves who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of their captivity.

     But 100 years later, the Negro still is not free. One hundred years later, the life of the Negro is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. One hundred years later the Negro is still languished in the corners of American society and finds himself in exile in his own land. And so we’ve come here today to dramatize a shameful condition. In a sense we’ve come to our nation’s capital to cash a check.

     When the architects of our republic wrote the magnificent words of the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence, they were signing a promissory note to which every American was to fall heir. This note was a promise that all men — yes, Black men as well as white men — would be guaranteed the unalienable rights of life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness.

     It is obvious today that America has defaulted on this promissory note insofar as her citizens of color are concerned. Instead of honoring this sacred obligation, America has given the Negro people a bad check, a check which has come back marked insufficient funds.

     But we refuse to believe that the bank of justice is bankrupt.

     We refuse to believe that there are insufficient funds in the great vaults of opportunity of this nation. And so we’ve come to cash this check, a check that will give us upon demand the riches of freedom and the security of justice.

     We have also come to this hallowed spot to remind America of the fierce urgency of now. This is no time to engage in the luxury of cooling off or to take the tranquilizing drug of gradualism.

     Now is the time to make real the promises of democracy. Now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of segregation to the sunlit path of racial justice. Now is the time to lift our nation from the quick sands of racial injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood. Now is the time to make justice a reality for all of God’s children.

     It would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment. This sweltering summer of the Negro’s legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and equality. 1963 is not an end, but a beginning. Those who hope that the Negro needed to blow off steam and will now be content will have a rude awakening if the nation returns to business as usual.

     There will be neither rest nor tranquility in America until the Negro is granted his citizenship rights. The whirlwinds of revolt will continue to shake the foundations of our nation until the bright day of justice emerges.

     But there is something that I must say to my people who stand on the warm threshold which leads into the palace of justice. In the process of gaining our rightful place, we must not be guilty of wrongful deeds. Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred.

     We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and discipline. We must not allow our creative protest to degenerate into physical violence. Again and again, we must rise to the majestic heights of meeting physical force with soul force. The marvelous new militancy which has engulfed the Negro community must not lead us to a distrust of all white people, for many of our white brothers, as evidenced by their presence here today, have come to realize that their destiny is tied up with our destiny.

     And they have come to realize that their freedom is inextricably bound to our freedom. We cannot walk alone. And as we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall always march ahead. We cannot turn back.

     There are those who are asking the devotees of civil rights, when will you be satisfied? We can never be satisfied as long as the Negro is the victim of the unspeakable horrors of police brutality. We can never be satisfied as long as our bodies, heavy with the fatigue of travel, cannot gain lodging in the motels of the highways and the hotels of the cities.

     We cannot be satisfied as long as the Negro’s basic mobility is from a smaller ghetto to a larger one. We can never be satisfied as long as our children are stripped of their selfhood and robbed of their dignity by signs stating: for whites only.

     We cannot be satisfied as long as a Negro in Mississippi cannot vote and a Negro in New York believes he has nothing for which to vote.

     No, no, we are not satisfied, and we will not be satisfied until justice rolls down like waters, and righteousness like a mighty stream.

     I am not unmindful that some of you have come here out of great trials and tribulations. Some of you have come fresh from narrow jail cells. Some of you have come from areas where your quest for freedom left you battered by the storms of persecution and staggered by the winds of police brutality. You have been the veterans of creative suffering. Continue to work with the faith that unearned suffering is redemptive. Go back to Mississippi, go back to Alabama, go back to South Carolina, go back to Georgia, go back to Louisiana, go back to the slums and ghettos of our Northern cities, knowing that somehow this situation can and will be changed.

     Let us not wallow in the valley of despair, I say to you today, my friends.

     So even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream. I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal.

    I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia, the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.

     I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a state sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.

     I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character. I have a dream today.

     I have a dream that one day down in Alabama with its vicious racists, with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of interposition and nullification, one day right down in Alabama little Black boys and Black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers. I have a dream today.

     I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight, and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed, and all flesh shall see it together.

     This is our hope. This is the faith that I go back to the South with. With this faith, we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.

      This will be the day when all of God’s children will be able to sing with new meaning: My country, ’tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing. Land where my fathers died, land of the pilgrims’ pride, from every mountainside, let freedom ring.

     And if America is to be a great nation, this must become true. And so let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire. Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York. Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania. Let freedom ring from the snowcapped Rockies of Colorado. Let freedom ring from the curvaceous slopes of California. But not only that, let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia. Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee. Let freedom ring from every hill and molehill of Mississippi. From every mountainside, let freedom ring.

     And when this happens, and when we allow freedom ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God’s children, Black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual: Free at last. Free at last. Thank God almighty, we are free at last.”

     Here are the lyrics of the spiritual song referenced at the end of his historic speech;

Free at last, free at last

I thank God I’m free at last

Free at last, free at last

I thank God I’m free at last

Way down yonder in the graveyard walk

I thank God I’m free at last

Me and my Jesus going to meet and talk

I thank God I’m free at last

On my knees when the light pass’d by

I thank God I’m free at last

Tho’t my soul would rise and fly

I thank God I’m free at last

Some of these mornings, bright and fair

I thank God I’m free at last

Goin’ meet King Jesus in the air

I thank God I’m free at last

     Remembrance is among the purposes of anniversaries such as today’s, that we may never repeat the mistakes of the past and free ourselves from the legacies of our history. For myself, remembrance has a future-directed purpose as well, provides us mission statements and acts as an informing, motivating, and shaping source, and in regard to Abolition and democracy as interdependent processes of becoming and a praxis of action in this year of Rashomon Gate events wherein tyranny and liberty play for our nation, it reminds me who we are, we Americans, and what’s worth fighting for.  

     As written by Heather Cox Richardson in Letters From An American; “On July 9, 1868, Americans changed the U.S. Constitution for the fourteenth time, adapting our foundational document to construct a new nation without systematic Black enslavement.

     In 1865 the Thirteenth Amendment to the Constitution had prohibited slavery on the basis of race, but it did not prevent the establishment of a system in which Black Americans continued to be unequal. Backed by President Andrew Johnson, who had taken over the presidency after actor John Wilkes Booth had murdered President Abraham Lincoln, white southern Democrats had done their best to push their Black neighbors back into subservience. So long as southern states had abolished enslavement, repudiated Confederate debts, and nullified the ordinances of secession, Johnson was happy to readmit them to full standing in the Union, still led by the very men who had organized the Confederacy and made war on the United States.

     Northern Republican lawmakers refused. There was no way they were going to rebuild southern society on the same blueprint as existed before the Civil War, especially since the upcoming 1870 census would count Black Americans as whole persons for the first time in the nation’s history, giving southern states more power in Congress and the Electoral College after the war than they had had before it. Having just fought a war to destroy the South’s ideology, they were not going to let it regrow in peacetime.

     Congress rejected Johnson’s plan for Reconstruction.

     But then congressmen had to come up with their own. After months of hearings and debate, they proposed amending the Constitution to settle the outstanding questions of the war. Chief among these was how to protect the rights of Black Americans in states where they could neither vote nor testify in court or sit on a jury to protect their own interests.

     Congress’s solution was the Fourteenth Amendment.

     It took on the infamous 1857 Dred Scott v. Sandford decision declaring that Black men “are not included, and were not intended to be included, under the word ‘citizens’ in the Constitution, and can therefore claim none of the rights and privileges which that instrument provides for and secures to citizens.”

     The Fourteenth Amendment provides that “[a]ll persons born or naturalized in the United States and subject to the jurisdiction thereof, are citizens of the United States and of the State wherein they reside.”

     The amendment also addressed the Dred Scott decision in another profound way. In 1857, southerners and Democrats who were adamantly opposed to federal power controlled the Supreme Court. They backed states’ rights. So the Dred Scott decision did more than read Black Americans out of our history; it dramatically circumscribed Congress’s power.

     The Dred Scott decision declared that democracy was created at the state level, by those people in a state who were allowed to vote. In 1857 this meant white men, almost exclusively. If those people voted to do something widely unpopular—like adopting human enslavement, for example—they had the right to do so. People like Abraham Lincoln pointed out that such domination by states would eventually mean that an unpopular minority could take over the national government, forcing their ideas on everyone else, but defenders of states’ rights stood firm.

     And so the Fourteenth Amendment gave the federal government the power to protect individuals even if their state legislatures had passed discriminatory laws. “No State shall make or enforce any law which shall abridge the privileges or immunities of citizens of the United States; nor shall any State deprive any person of life, liberty, or property, without due process of law; nor deny to any person within its jurisdiction the equal protection of the laws,” it said. And then it went on to say that “Congress shall have power to enforce, by appropriate legislation, the provisions of this article.”

     The principles behind the Fourteenth Amendment were behind the 1870 creation of the Department of Justice, whose first job was to bring down the Ku Klux Klan terrorists in the South.

     Those same principles took on profound national significance in the post–World War II era, when the Supreme Court began to use the equal protection clause and the due process clause of the Fourteenth Amendment aggressively to apply the protections in the Bill of Rights to the states. The civil rights decisions of the 1950s, 1960s, and 1970s, including the Brown v. Board of Education decision outlawing segregation in public schools, come from this doctrine. Under it, the federal government took up the mantle of protecting the rights of individual Americans in the states from the whims of state legislatures.

     Opponents of these new civil rights protections quickly began to object that such decisions were “legislating from the bench,” rather than permitting state legislatures to make their own laws. They began to call for “originalism,” the idea that the Constitution should be interpreted only as the Framers had intended when they wrote it, an argument that focused on the creation of law at the state level. Famously, in 1987, President Ronald Reagan nominated Robert Bork, an originalist who had called for the rollback of the Supreme Court’s civil rights decisions, for a seat on that court.

     Reacting to that nomination, Senator Ted Kennedy (D-MA) recognized the importance of the Fourteenth Amendment to equality: “Robert Bork’s America is a land in which women would be forced into back-alley abortions, blacks would sit at segregated lunch counters, rogue police could break down citizens’ doors in midnight raids, schoolchildren could not be taught about evolution, writers and artists could be censored at the whim of the Government, and the doors of the Federal courts would be shut on the fingers of millions of citizens for whom the judiciary is—and is often the only—protector of the individual rights that are the heart of our democracy….”

     From the perspective of 2024, Kennedy’s comments seem prescient, but the country could go even further backward. The 2024 Republican Party platform, released today, calls for using the Fourteenth Amendment not to protect equal rights for Americans from discriminatory laws, as those who wrote, passed, and ratified the amendment intended. Instead it calls for using the Fourteenth Amendment to protect the rights of fetuses from the time of fertilization. It says that states should start passing laws protecting those rights: so-called fetal personhood laws that have their roots in the 1960s and were considered a fringe idea until about fifteen years ago. Those laws prohibit all abortion, in vitro fertilization (IVF), and several forms of contraception. 

     Saying states should pass such laws echoes the language Trump has used to try to avoid the Republicans’ extreme and unpopular abortion stance by claiming, as the Supreme Court did in the Dobbs v. Jackson Women’s Health Organization decision, that states alone should write laws covering abortion. But in its reaction to the Republican platform today, the antiabortion Susan B.      

Anthony Pro-Life America organization made it clear that the platform’s reference to the Fourteenth Amendment was designed to open the way for a national abortion ban. The Fourteenth Amendment, after all, gives Congress “power to enforce, by appropriate legislation, the provisions of this article.”

     “It is important that the [Republican Party] reaffirmed its commitment to protect unborn life today through the 14th Amendment,” the organization said in a statement. “Under this amendment, it is Congress that enacts and enforces its provisions. The Republican Party remains strongly pro-life at the national level.”

Free At Last Martin Luther King speech

The History and Legacy of the 14th Amendment/  National Constitution Center

The Second Founding: How the Civil War and Reconstruction Remade the Constitution, Eric Foner

Stony the Road: Reconstruction, White Supremacy, and the Rise of Jim Crow,

Henry Louis Gates Jr.

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/40909438-stony-the-road?ref=rae_2

Black Reconstruction in America 1860-1880, W.E.B. Du Bois, David Levering Lewis (Introduction)

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/184612.Black_Reconstruction_in_America_1860_1880?ref=rae_0

HCR’s notes:

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July 8 2025 States of Decay: Case of the Politically Manufactured Texas Flood Disaster

     Here as so often we have sacrificed our future on the altar of profit, wealth which only elites can share but for which everyone must pay with their lives.

     Is it worth it?

      For the deaths of the children at summer camp in the historic Texas flood I accuse Trump, Musk, and the Republican Party’s sabotage of our institutions of public service including the National Weather Service, and for the disaster of the flood itself I accuse capitalism and humankind’s war on nature. The first is a politically manufactured disaster; the second is a consequence of capitalism as a system of oppression and unequal power which, to paraphrase William S. Burroughs, turns beauty into wealth and life into death.

      Whose wealth and power does the death of the Camp Mystic children serve?

     As I wrote in my post of September 10 2021, The Disease of Capitalism as Addiction to Power and the Disasters of Climate Change: the Case of Texas;     As the world is battered with floods and fires, and I have previously discussed patriarchy as sexual terror and vote suppression as theft of citizenship and white supremacist terror in the context of Texas as our Heart of Darkness, I turn now to the third primary inherent evil of our systems, structures, and institutions of being human together, capitalism.

     Texas is the epicenter of our oil industry which confers global dominion and a hegemony of wealth, power, and privilege to the American Empire and the elites for which our host political system is an instrument, like the stolen skin of a monster who moves among his prey disguised by a human mask.

     Here also is an example of the Third Law of Motion; for every action there is an equal and opposite reaction, for the transformation of nature into wealth and power which has unleashed the pandemic and other disasters of climate change as life on earth becomes extinct originates with our dependence on fossil fuels. William S. Burroughs used heroin addiction as a metaphor and allegory of capitalism; he called it the Algebra of Need.

      The consequences of our addiction to power and our subjugation by plutocratic elites of Gideonite patriarchal sexual terror and white supremacist terror can be read in the horrific death tolls of the Pandemic and the disasters of hurricanes, floods, fires, rising seas and vanishing water.

     Here also we may look to Texas for the causes of our existential threats.

     As I wrote in my post of February 23 2021, Origins of the Disaster: Elitism and Racist Inequalities and Injustices Drive Our Catastrophic Systems Failures in Our Responses to the Pandemic and the Texas Power Failure; Texas, founded by slavers and white racists who revolted against Mexico’s antislavery law, has always provided a ready image of our Heart of Darkness and America at its worst; and the shattering of its infrastructure under the hammers of climate change as a consequence of oil dependance and the perfidy and kleptocracy of our political and economic system is sadly no exception.

     Our response to the disaster of a snowstorm from which existential threats of water and power shortages have emerged has also, catastrophically, been typically American; create divisions and hierarchies of exclusionary otherness and authorize an elite to receive what help is available, while transferring public wealth to private elites.

     It is exactly the same as with our response to the Pandemic, which is why waiting in line for a vaccine which is either not available or not available to you is like waiting in line for bottled water or a generator for your area which the federal government has made available but which your state has made no effort to distribute as needed, while power costs rise a thousand percent.

     Beyond the failures of our government and our economy of disaster capitalism which rig the game to serve the interests of power and wealth, there is the pervasive and endemic racism as the basis of both, the gorilla in the room of our legacy of historical injustices and inequalities like Klimt’s image of Typhoeus in the Beethoven Frieze, which reimagines Goya’s interpretation of a parallel myth in Saturn Devouring His Children, confronts us with a chthonic figure of America’s shadow self which we drag behind us like an invisible reptilian tail.

     There is no liberty for anyone unless there is equality for everyone.

     And like Klimt’s bestial rebel or Goya’s mad emperor, this power asymmetry and identitarian elitism creates authority and legitimates our subjugation by it, which in recursion authorizes identities and births tyrannies and fascisms of blood, faith, and soil.

     Fear, power, force; here lies the heart of state tyranny and terror, racist police gun violence and white supremacist terror, vote suppression and the subversion of democracy, the falsification of ourselves through propaganda and the shaping of some of us into monsters with which to terrorize and control the others; but also of our plutocratic and oligarchic capitalist kleptocracy and the policies of deregulation and privatization which are directly responsible for the systemic failures of our responses to the Texas emergency and to the Pandemic.

     America’s nearest parallel in these cases is with Chile, whose economy and society have been savaged and totalized as effects of privatization policies exported by America. As I wrote in my post of November 13 2019, Chile: How Privatization Destabilizes Economies and Drives Wealth Inequality; Today in the streets of Santiago the victims of an economy destabilized by privatization fight for survival and for change in conditions of widespread poverty in which the middle class live in shantytowns on reclaimed garbage dumps; of their struggle for dignity and the preconditions of the universal human right to life, including first health care and safe drinking water, I have every hope for success.

     But what makes Chile important to us here in America is that it provides a case study of the effects of privatization and deregulation; for it is American policies which have failed here, ones we have embraced ourselves. The Chicago Boys, economists whom the tyrant Pinochet installed in 1973 to create a firewall against socialism, had been students of Milton Friedman, a devotee of Ayn Rand’s fascist and nihilistic philosophy of might makes right, borrowed from Stalin’s hatchet man Molotov and his ideology of state terror, and who oversaw the remaking of America through an assault on our institutions of social justice.

     To see where such policies inevitably lead, we need look no further than our sister state, Chile.

     As I wrote in my post of February 17 2021, The Snows of Texas: When Privatization and Deregulation Meet Climate Change as Consequences of Corrupt Oligarchies of Oil; Oil has always been a key strategic resource of political dominion and hegemonies of wealth and power; for the last century, who controls it controls all. This week we witness in the snows of Texas the stormfront of our historic legacy of reliance on fossil fuels combine with our decades of privatization and the looting of the public wealth by nepotistic oligarchs in a spectacular demonstration of our failures in environmental and political systems.

     There can be little doubt that the savagery of extractive capitalism has brought us to the brink of extinction in tandem with the concentration of wealth and power in the extreme minorities of plutocratic and oligarchic elites.

     Texans are dying in the frozen wastes of a failed system, victims of a performative state government which has handed control of its power grid to its paymasters and sealed the state off from federal help.

     The environmental and economic consequences of privatization replicate those which underpin the humanitarian disaster in Yemen; vanishing water supply, failing crops, evaporating jobs. These cases represent our common future if we do nothing to stop the cascade failure of our systems; and come summer the firestorms will return, and the viability of the earth and its living systems will worsen every year.

       As I wrote in my post of December 30 2019 What Will You Do When Global Warming Comes For You: thousands of Australians escape the fires consuming their continent by fleeing into the sea; Where will we hide from a world destroyed by greed? Before the seas rise to annihilate our major cities, before the air we breathe and the water we drink runs out, we must face the fires of our destruction and an arid and lifeless world. For a vision of what our future holds we need look no further than Australia.

    Unless we seize ownership of our destiny from the plutocrats who are engineering our extinction. Make no mistake; our choice to allow some of us to capitalize on the death of all of us is a political decision in which we are all complicit.

      As I wrote in my post of May 13 2019 Biodiversity and Extinction; Earth is an Ark hurtling through space, filled with precious life among chasms of emptiness.

     How shall we answer this nothingness?  Will it be with wisdom in maintaining the balance of life in all its subtle and glorious interconnectedness, diversity, and beauty, a dance of joy and of love?

     Or will we be defeated and consumed by our own vanity and greed, surrendering to the dark and to despair and turning all we have or ever will into profit until there is nothing left, not water to drink nor air to breathe, and the last of us die with inarticulate brute cries, bloated in toadlike satiation and trumpeting our splendid dominance and rulership of the world? 

     We must choose who we are to become, we humans; stewards of our homeworld and of one another, or destroyers. Can we find a path forward in coexistence, or will we allow our appetites and desires to drive us to suicidal ruin? For we have but two choices of futures in this; we will be lightbringers or we will annihilate ourselves.

     And finally, from my post of April 1 2020 There Is No Return To Normal;

April 1 3020

     As I read this journal entry from a nearly forgotten and unimaginable time before the death of the seas and the poisoning of the air, before the few surviving enclaves of humanity retreated into self-contained arcologies deep within the earth, undersea, and in near orbit, before even the iron age of the Fourth Reich and other tyrannies of blood, faith, and soil, before the centuries of the Third World War and the emergence of the posthuman species, I ask myself a simple question; why?

    Why did humankind allow itself to be destroyed by greed? In the end it came down to a handful of oligarchic families and their corporations, ruling hundreds of millions of slaves. Why did the many not cull their destroyers from the herd?

    Why was there no resistance?

Hegemon Xotl

      As written by Rebecca Solnit in The Guardian, in an article entitled Did National Weather Service cuts lead to the Texas flood disaster? We don’t know; “Why exactly so many people drowned in the terrible Independence Day floods that swept through Texas’s Hill Country will probably have multiple explanations that take a while to obtain. But it’s 2025, and people want answers immediately, and lots of people seized on stories blaming the National Weather Service (NWS).

     There were two opposing reasons to blame this vital government service. For local and state authorities, blaming a branch of the federal government was a way of avoiding culpability themselves. And for a whole lot of people who deplore the Trump/Doge cuts to federal services, including the National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration and the National Weather Service, the idea that the NWS failed served to underscore how destructive those cuts are.

     Many of them found confirmation in a New York Times story that ran with the sub-headline: “Some experts say staff shortages might have complicated forecasters’ ability to coordinate responses with local emergency management officials.” Might have is not did. Complicated is not failed. It’s a speculative piece easily mistaken for a report, and its opening sentence is: “Crucial positions at the local offices of the National Weather Service were unfilled as severe rainfall inundated parts of Central Texas on Friday morning, prompting some experts to question whether staffing shortages made it harder for the forecasting agency to coordinate with local emergency managers as floodwaters rose.”

     A casual reader could come away thinking that staffing shortages had had consequences. But if you give the airily innuendo-packed sentence more attention, you might want to ask who exactly the anonymous experts were and whether there’s an answer to their questions. Did it actually make it harder, and did they actually manage to do this thing even though it was harder, or not? Did they coordinate with local emergency managers?

     The piece continues: “The staffing shortages suggested a separate problem, those former officials said,” and “suggested” sounds like we’re getting an interpretation of what these anonymous sources think might have happened or been likely to happen, rather than what actually did. Suggestions are not facts. Likelihoods are not actualities. Eventually we get to a named source: “A spokeswoman for the National Weather Service, Erica Grow Cei, did not answer questions from The New York Times about the Texas vacancies, including how long those positions had been open and whether those vacancies had contributed to the damage caused by the flooding.”

     In other words, there’s no answer to the suggestions and questions and intimations. Nevertheless, a lot of readers gathered the impression that this was not speculation aired by unnamed experts but confirmation that the NWS had failed. One prominent public figure with three quarters of a million BlueSky followers shared the New York Times piece with this note: “The United States government is no longer able to protect us from real hazards, such as flash floods, because it’s shifting funds to fake hazards, such as a non-existent immigrant crime wave.”

     If you read down a couple of dozen paragraphs in this New York Times piece, you get to the former NWS director of Congressional Affairs saying “that the local Weather Service offices appeared to have sent out the correct warnings. He said the challenge was getting people to receive those warnings, and then take action.” Nevertheless, the idea the NWS failed became so widespread that Wired magazine published a report specifically to counter it: “Some local and state officials have said that insufficient forecasts from the National Weather Service caught the region off guard. That claim has been amplified by pundits across social media, who say that cuts to the NWS and the National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration, its parent organization, inevitably led to the failure in Texas.”

     They link to the pundit with almost a million followers, who had posted on Twitter: “Now TX officials are blaming a faulty forecast by NWS for the deadly impact of a storm.” Those officials are, but why would we believe them? Wired continues: “But meteorologists who spoke to Wired say that the NWS accurately predicted the risk of flooding in Texas and could not have foreseen the extreme severity of the storm.” With that, we’re onto another piece of the picture: the difference between accurately predicting a risk and knowing exactly how severe it will be.

     Climate change, which some reports mentioned and others did not, is both a contributing factor for specific weather disasters and a reason why the future will not necessarily look like the past. For both fires and floods, the old rules about how fast they’ll move and how big they’ll get have expired. Hotter air holds more moisture, and that can and does lead to more torrential downpours and worse flooding. On the other hand, as local newspaper the Kerrville Daily Times reported, Kerr county has a history of extremely heavy rainfall leading to rapid river rise and devastating floods.

     The Washington Post had a better assessment of what went right and what went wrong: “But even as weather forecasts began to hint at the potential for heavy rain on Thursday, the response exposed a disconnect: few, including local authorities, prepared for anything but their normal Fourth of July. When the precipitation intensified in the early morning hours Friday, many people failed to receive or respond to flood warnings at riverside campsites and cabins that were known to be in the floodplain.” The county, in this report, did not send its first cell-phone alert until Sunday, while “most cellphone alerts were coming from the National Weather Service’s Austin/San Antonio station. But some alerts about life-threatening flooding didn’t come until the predawn hours, and to areas where cellular reception may have been spotty.”

     It seems like the National Weather Service did its duty despite the cuts, but more are coming. Fossil Free Memo reports: “Just days before the flood, Texas Senator Ted Cruz helped pass the so-called Big Beautiful Bill, a sweeping fossil fuel giveaway that also slashed $200 million from Noaa’s weather forecasting and public alert programs. The money was meant to improve early warnings for exactly the kind of fast-moving, deadly flooding that just hit his own state. The cuts weren’t in the House version. Cruz added them in the Senate, behind closed doors, as chair of the committee that oversees Noaa.” The impact of cuts to vital services is going to degrade everyday life and add to the dangers we face, and as far as politicians like Ted Cruz are concerned, that’s the plan. It will be important to connect cause and effect, when there is a connection.

     The desire to have an explanation, and the desire for that explanation to be tidy and aligned with one’s politics, easily becomes a willingness to accept what fits. But knowing we don’t know, knowing the answers are not yet in, or there are multiple causes, being careful even with the sources that tell us what we want to hear: all this equipment to survive the information onslaughts of this moment. We all need to be careful about how we get information and reach conclusions – both the practical information about climate catastrophes and weather disasters and the journalism that reports on it. Both the weather and the news require vigilance.”

     Part of what makes this a shared national trauma is that it is a disruptive event aimed at American identity and the near-universal rite of summer camp. Whether this translates into mass action for climate policy change and a reversal of the Trump-Musk sabotage of public services remains to be seen.

     As written by Emma Brockes in The Guardian, in an article entitled At US summer camps, kids get a glimpse of their future. That’s what made the horror in Texas so visceral: Camps are a rite of passage for American parents and children. That’s why the tragedy at Camp Mystic was intimately imaginable; “Among the many dreams that the US offers its citizens, there’s this: that the American child, around the age of eight, will go to sleep-away camp a few hours from home and begin one of the key formative experiences of their life. They will return every summer. They will learn independence. They will form bonds with people who will one day godparent their children. As an adult, a friend of mine – no kidding – returned to the hallowed ground in Pennsylvania where her summer camp once stood, bought a piece of land and built a house there. Whenever we visited, she’d point out the ruins of the old dining hall down by the lake and get a haunted look on her face.

     I mention this because, among the many devastated reactions to the flash floods in Texas last week, there is one that is particular, and particularly acute, to millions of Americans: a gut-level blow of unfathomable loss striking at an experience many consider to be sacred.

     There’s no real equivalent to these kinds of summer camps in Britain. But for 26 million American kids each year, going to camp is indistinguishable from summer itself. And as with Camp Mystic on the banks of the Guadalupe River, where 27 campers and staff were killed by the floods, many have been going for long enough to be attended by generations of the same family. In a country relatively short on long-range tradition, summer camp is right up there.

     As a result, as news of the floods started to break last weekend, there was a frenzy of communication between parents across the country, many of whom had dropped their own kids off at camp the previous week. “Unimaginable” was the word bouncing around on the text chains, but what made this disaster so horrific is that, for many Americans, the scene at Camp Mystic was intimately imaginable.

     You knew the excitement and nerves of the youngest children being dropped off for the first time; you could see, in your mind’s eye, the camp director, mirrored wrap-around sunglasses balanced on top of his baseball cap, marshalling cars stuffed with gear to their cabins. These camps, many of which have been running for more than 100 years, run like clockwork. You could put the American Camp Association in charge of the US military and it would probably do just fine. The idea of any evil befalling your child at summer camp is, in the minds of many Americans, more remote than something happening to them at school.

     Still, as an outsider, when my own kids got within age range two years ago, I was instinctively hostile to the whole thing. It seemed cultish. Seeing your child off to be minded by a bunch of untested 18-year-olds from Europe and Australia, brought in via a visa loophole, seemed nuts. The closest experience I’d had in my own childhood was a week at Brownie camp, and I’d hated every second of it.

     This wasn’t, I knew, how many of my American friends felt. Immortalised in movies like The Parent Trap and books like Meg Wolitzer’s coming of age novel The Interestings, camp is where they first discovered their tribes – in the close-knit Jewish camps of the north-east; in the arts and theatre camps and the YMCA camp network, to which my own kids (after launching a campaign to persuade me) would themselves end up going. No tech, no phone calls, basically no laundry. Up at 7.30am and lights out at 9pm. A “bucolic” camp in rural New Jersey that was also my personal nightmare: in a wood, on a lake, where there were bear drills and snapping turtles and the occasional snake, plus no air conditioning, and – ugh – group fun.

    And I was wrong, as it turned out. At eight years old, my kids did two weeks at camp and a year later, before we left the US for good, they lobbied to be allowed back for three. Their half-brother, two years their senior, was already pulling down the full two months at his camp up in the Berkshires. And while it won’t be the defining experience of their lives, when they’re 50 I have a feeling they’ll still be talking, occasionally, about camp – not the friends they made, but the even more delicious experience of making a sworn enemy, a kid from New Jersey who furthered the opinion that New York is full of “crusty rats”.

     It inoculated them against other failures of nerve and made change seem not just survivable but fun. In other words – and as American parents this week consider in light of the full horror in Texas, where stories of what happened at Camp Mystic continue to unfold – it seemed to contain within it a promise of the future.”

Texas’s worst flooding in decades – in pictures

https://amp.theguardian.com/us-news/gallery/2025/jul/07/texas-flooding-pictures

Everything we know about Texas flooding – with visuals

https://amp.theguardian.com/us-news/2025/jul/08/texas-flooding-visual-guide-maps-footage

Did National Weather Service cuts lead to the Texas flood disaster? We don’t know, Rebecca Solnit

https://amp.theguardian.com/commentisfree/2025/jul/08/national-weather-service-cuts-texas-flooding

At US summer camps, kids get a glimpse of their future. That’s what made the horror in Texas so visceral, Emma Brockes

https://amp.theguardian.com/commentisfree/2025/jul/09/us-summer-camps-kids-texas-floods-camp-mystic

Ted Cruz ensured Trump spending bill slashed weather forecasting funding

https://amp.theguardian.com/us-news/2025/jul/07/ted-cruz-trump-weather-forecasting-cuts

‘Flying blind’: Florida weatherman tells viewers Trump cuts will harm forecasts:

John Morales told viewers he may be unable to warn viewers of hurricane dangers due to weather agency cuts

https://amp.theguardian.com/us-news/2025/jun/05/florida-weatherman-john-morales-funding-cuts-forecasts

Texas floods and forecasting cuts: a sign of things to come? – podcast

https://amp.theguardian.com/science/audio/2025/jul/09/texas-floods-and-forecasting-cuts-a-sign-of-things-to-come-podcast

Firefighters from Mexico aid Texas flood search and rescue: ‘There are no borders’

https://amp.theguardian.com/us-news/2025/jul/08/mexico-firefighters-texas-flooding-search-rescue

July 7 2025 The KGB’s Parthian Shot: On July 4 1987 in Moscow Trump Becomes An Enemy Agent and Decides to Run For President

       We remember this anniversary of the KGB’s Parthian Shot against America as the systems and institutions of state terror and tyranny it enforced began to fracture and collapse much like America and the whole of civilization grounded in democracy and the values of the Enlightenment are doing today, from the mechanical failures of their internal contradictions.

      Who guessed in 1987 that the recruitment of an amoral narcissist and brutal psychopath with misogynist perversions including rape and pedophilia, an idiot whose inherited wealth and privilege created by human trafficking during the Klondike gold rush in his grandfather’s string of brothels shaped him as a multigenerational family cult of sexual terror and predation in ways parallel to his multigenerational Klu Klux Klan and Nazi ideology to produce a terrorist of both sex and white supremacy; who could have guessed such a disfigured soul and mentally crippled buffoon as Donald Trump would one day become apex predator of America and our President?

     The KGB did, and once they understood his bottomless depravities and capacity for evil they began to mastermind his rise to the top as a puppet tyrant, a project continued under his ultimate handler Putin, once kingpin of the East Berlin black market and now master of Russia, and through his star agent Trump of America as well.

      Well do I remember the day I first realized Trump was not merely an ideological enemy of democracy and a sex criminal but actually an enemy agent whose mission is the destruction of America; January 20 2017, watching him take the Oath of Office on television as Russian bombs fell on the American servicemen he had abandoned in Syria.

      This was during the Deir ez-Zor Offensive of January 14 to February 14 2017, launched by ISIL versus the Assad regime of Syria during which the Russian and Syrian Air Forces in a combined operation bombed the city followed that night by a helicopter assault of 200 men. While US Special Forces led the main battle against the ISIL capital city of Raqqa, members of the CIA Special Operations Group making mischief behind enemy lines in Deir ez-Zor, under siege by ISIL since May 2015, found themselves under aerial bombardment followed by savage street fighting against Russian Special Operations and regular Syrian Army including the elite Republican Guards of the 101st Airborne who had heroically defended the city from capture. This despite a common enemy in ISIL, but neither Russian nor Syrian forces were aware of the Americans among them, who had infiltrated ISIL.

       Normally this Russian attack on American troops would have been a serious violation of the Russian-American accords in the Syrian conflict, which come down to The Enemy of My Enemy Is My Friend, but if Putin knew he had the thumbs up from the incoming President Trump to kill Americans much becomes clear.

      Herein I signpost that Russia and her primary ally the Dominion of Iran which included at the time Syria, Lebanon, Iraq, and Yemen with her quasi-independent proxy Hezbollah also controlling areas of Palestine and elsewhere, were common enemies of ISIL with America and our allies, but also rivals for power in the region. Certainly this is true for Turkey with whom Russia contested for dominion of the Mediterranean in Libya and the Middle East in Syria; Turkey remains a key American ally who is also the great enemy of our allies the Kurds, Syrian Anarchists, and mostly Communist international volunteers who comprise our forces in Syria then and now. Nothing in the Middle East is simple.

      There is also an important legal difference between uniformed combatants, like the Green Berets in Raqqa flying American flags, who are protected under the Geneva Convention and other Rules of War, and spies who are not. Like myself, such persons live beyond all rules, in the unknown and blank spaces on our maps of becoming human marked Here Be Dragons. Fighting the people you are trying to help is among the risks of the profession, as is being disavowed by your own side, hanged as a spy, and killed as an enemy by your own; but those who play the Great Game know this and are trained for such misfortunes.

       In this case our fellow Americans either fought their way out of the city and escaped with allies or remained to use the legitimation of the battle to advance in ISIL command and access to plans and information, as they might have done anyway with warning of the attack. But there was no warning, the chain of command went dark, and networks built with great care were unnecessarily put at risk.

      At that moment Trump revealed himself to be an adversary with the power of a Commander In Chief to disrupt, harm, sabotage, and hijack to his own ends the common mission of all Americans to set other men free.

      The Game changed when Trump took his Oath of Office on January 17 2017 knowing that he did not intend to defend America against all enemies foreign and domestic, as Russian bombs fell on American servicemen in Syria.

      As I wrote in my post of August 27 2023, Behold the Monster: Trump Surrenders to Justice; Here is a Mirror of Dorian Grey wherein America may behold the monster of our soul which lives beneath the mask of normality, in the mug shot of Our Clown of Terror, Traitor Trump. Here the nadir of our atrocities, perversions, amoral nihilism, degenerate brutality and atavisms of animal instinct glare back at us with the malign and savage rage of a baboon, and like Nietzsche’s Abyss we must beware lest our shadow capture us in the mirror of its gaze.

      Half our nation remains under its spell, while those still free mock and poke the beast with a stick. Trump has surrendered to justice with no mass protests by loyal followers despite his threats and plots of coup, terror, and civil war, and we rejoice in his pathetic diminishment and humiliation, yet the danger has not passed.

     So I wrote two years ago during the Restoration period of American history under the Biden Presidency, which unraveled with our complicity in the Israeli genocide of the Palestinians and our abandonment of the principle of universal human rights.

      Now we are in far more perilous and aberrant times, prisoners of the captured state of Vichy America and the Fourth Reich led by Putin’s star agent, Traitor Trump.

     Let us remember his origins as a Soviet and later Russian agent whose wealth comes from money laundering for Russian crime lords through real estate and moving Russian spies around the world through his beauty pageant and modeling monopoly, that last also a cover for his sex trafficking syndicate which operated interdependently with his buddy Epstein’s pedophile blackmail racket, important as the Epstein-Maxwell syndicate originated with Israeli intelligence and explains Trump’s fanatical devotion to Israel and the Netanyahu regime.

      The only allies Trump never betrays are the ones who hold blackmail leverage over him, like any other crime lord. In the end, that’s all he is.

     As written by David Smith in The Guardian, in an article entitled ‘The perfect target’: Russia cultivated Trump as asset for 40 years – ex-KGB spy; “Donald Trump was cultivated as a Russian asset over 40 years and proved so willing to parrot anti-western propaganda that there were celebrations in Moscow, a former KGB spy has told the Guardian.

     Yuri Shvets, posted to Washington by the Soviet Union in the 1980s, compares the former US president to “the Cambridge five”, the British spy ring that passed secrets to Moscow during the second world war and early cold war.

     Now 67, Shvets is a key source for American Kompromat, a new book by journalist Craig Unger, whose previous works include House of Trump, House of Putin. The book also explores the former president’s relationship with the disgraced financier Jeffrey Epstein.

     “This is an example where people were recruited when they were just students and then they rose to important positions; something like that was happening with Trump,” Shvets said by phone on Monday from his home in Virginia.

     Shvets, a KGB major, had a cover job as a correspondent in Washington for the Russian news agency Tass during the 1980s. He moved to the US permanently in 1993 and gained American citizenship. He works as a corporate security investigator and was a partner of Alexander Litvinenko, who was assassinated in London in 2006.

     Unger describes how Trump first appeared on the Russians’ radar in 1977 when he married his first wife, Ivana Zelnickova, a Czech model. Trump became the target of a spying operation overseen by Czechoslovakia’s intelligence service in cooperation with the KGB.

     Three years later Trump opened his first big property development, the Grand Hyatt New York hotel near Grand Central station. Trump bought 200 television sets for the hotel from Semyon Kislin, a Soviet émigré who co-owned Joy-Lud electronics on Fifth Avenue.

     According to Shvets, Joy-Lud was controlled by the KGB and Kislin worked as a so-called “spotter agent” who identified Trump, a young businessman on the rise, as a potential asset. Kislin denies that he had a relationship with the KGB.

     Then, in 1987, Trump and Ivana visited Moscow and St Petersburg for the first time. Shvets said he was fed KGB talking points and flattered by KGB operatives who floated the idea that he should go into politics.

     The ex-major recalled: “For the KGB, it was a charm offensive. They had collected a lot of information on his personality so they knew who he was personally. The feeling was that he was extremely vulnerable intellectually, and psychologically, and he was prone to flattery.

     “This is what they exploited. They played the game as if they were immensely impressed by his personality and believed this is the guy who should be the president of the United States one day: it is people like him who could change the world. They fed him these so-called active measures soundbites and it happened. So it was a big achievement for the KGB active measures at the time.”

     Soon after he returned to the US, Trump began exploring a run for the Republican nomination for president and even held a campaign rally in Portsmouth, New Hampshire. On 1 September, he took out a full-page advert in the New York Times, Washington Post and Boston Globe headlined: “There’s nothing wrong with America’s Foreign Defense Policy that a little backbone can’t cure.”

     The ad offered some highly unorthodox opinions in Ronald Reagan’s cold war America, accusing ally Japan of exploiting the US and expressing scepticism about US participation in Nato. It took the form of an open letter to the American people “on why America should stop paying to defend countries that can afford to defend themselves”.

     The bizarre intervention was cause for astonishment and jubilation in Russia. A few days later Shvets, who had returned home by now, was at the headquarters of the KGB’s first chief directorate in Yasenevo when he received a cable celebrating the ad as a successful “active measure” executed by a new KGB asset.

     “It was unprecedented. I am pretty well familiar with KGB active measures starting in the early 70s and 80s, and then afterwards with Russia active measures, and I haven’t heard anything like that or anything similar – until Trump became the president of this country – because it was just silly. It was hard to believe that somebody would publish it under his name and that it will impress real serious people in the west but it did and, finally, this guy became the president.”

     Trump’s election win in 2016 was again welcomed by Moscow. Special counsel Robert Mueller did not establish a conspiracy between members of the Trump campaign and the Russians. But the Moscow Project, an initiative of the Center for American Progress Action Fund, found the Trump campaign and transition team had at least 272 known contacts and at least 38 known meetings with Russia-linked operatives.

     Shvets, who has carried out his own investigation, said: “For me, the Mueller report was a big disappointment because people expected that it will be a thorough investigation of all ties between Trump and Moscow, when in fact what we got was an investigation of just crime-related issues. There were no counterintelligence aspects of the relationship between Trump and Moscow.”

     He added: “This is what basically we decided to correct. So I did my investigation and then got together with Craig. So we believe that his book will pick up where Mueller left off.”

     Unger, the author of seven books and a former contributing editor for Vanity Fair magazine, said of Trump: “He was an asset. It was not this grand, ingenious plan that we’re going to develop this guy and 40 years later he’ll be president. At the time it started, which was around 1980, the Russians were trying to recruit like crazy and going after dozens and dozens of people.”

     “Trump was the perfect target in a lot of ways: his vanity, narcissism made him a natural target to recruit. He was cultivated over a 40-year period, right up through his election.”

     As written in Trumpfile.org; “Donald and Ivana Trump fly to Moscow and are put up by the Soviet government in a suite across from the Kremlin. Ivana’s assistant Lisa Calandra joins them. There, they discuss deals with the Politburo (the highest committee of the communist government) and an agency that noticed Trump years before.

     Almost a decade after he became a target, the KGB meets with Donald Trump.

     The operatives feed Trump common KGB talking points and flatter him by floating the idea that he could be president someday. Trump’s ego latches on.

     “For the KGB, it was a charm offensive. They had collected a lot of information on his personality so they knew who he was personally. The feeling was that he was extremely vulnerable intellectually, and psychologically, and he was prone to flattery.

     This is what they exploited. They played the game as if they were immensely impressed by his personality and believed this is the guy who should be the president of the United States one day: it is people like him who could change the world. They fed him these so-called active measures soundbites, and it happened. So it was a big achievement for the KGB active measures at the time.” Former KGB agent Yuri Shvets, The Guardian.

     Almost immediately after returning to the U.S., Trump begins teasing a presidential run.

     In September, Trump takes out ads attacking NATO and accusing our allies in Japan and Saudi Arabia of exploiting us. The KGB celebrates.

     “It was unprecedented. I am pretty well familiar with KGB active measures starting in the early 70s and 80s, and then afterwards with Russia active measures, and I haven’t heard anything like that or anything similar – until Trump became the president of this country – because it was just silly. It was hard to believe that somebody would publish [the ad] under his name and that it will impress real serious people in the west but it did and, finally, this guy became the president.” Shvets.

     Trump announced a meeting with Soviet leader Mikhail Gorbachev before the trip but months later says the meeting never takes place. Trump does meet Gorbachev in December at the U.S. State Department.

     For months, Trump teases a presidential run. He even gives a campaign speech to Republican donors in New Hampshire, but he never registers as a candidate. When Trump makes a formal run for office in 2000, his platform is in line with the policies Russia is looking for: a leftist, populist agenda that will be more welcoming to the former Soviet Union than Ronald Reagan and the establishment presidents that followed.

     Recruiting Donald Trump

     According to The Art of the Deal, Trump was invited to Moscow after sitting next to the Soviet ambassador at a 1986 luncheon.

     “The idea got off the ground after I sat next to the Soviet ambassador, Yuri Dubinin, at a luncheon held by Leonard Lauder, a great businessman who is the son of Estée Lauder. Dubinin’s daughter [Natalia Dubinina] it turned out, had read about Trump Tower and knew all about it. One thing led to another, and now I’m talking about a large luxury hotel, across the street from the Kremlin, in partnership with the Soviet government. They have asked me to go to Moscow in July.” The Art of the Deal.

     In January 1987, according to The Art of the Deal, Trump received a letter from Dubinin inviting him to Moscow to meet with officials from Goscomintourist (or Intourist), the Soviet state agency for international tourism. The cover story was that the agency wanted to discuss real estate. Unbeknownst to Trump at the time, Intourist and the connected hotel in which the Trumps stay are operated and surveilled by the KGB.

     Trump’s book leaves out that he first met Yuri Dubinin six months before the luncheon, in March 1986. The first place Dubinin visited after arriving in New York City was Trump Tower, where he met with Trump and flattered him. Natalia, his daughter, was with him. She admits years later that her father’s intention was to “hook” the assumed billionaire.

     “Trump melted at once. He is an emotional person, somewhat impulsive. He needs recognition. And, of course, when he gets it he likes it. My father’s visit worked on him like honey to a bee.” Natalia Dubinina (Politico).

     Yuri Dubinin worked closely with the “powers that be” in Moscow, but he was not a KGB agent. His daughter, however, might have been. When Natalia Dubinina and her father met Trump, she was in a top position at the Dag Hammerskjold Library at the United Nations headquarters in New York. The person who held the job before her was a KGB agent, and the Senate Select Committee on Intelligence identified the position as a vital resource and frequent cover for the KGB in 1985.

     The Deal‘s retelling of events leaves out another major detail. Dubinin was not the only Soviet official involved in Trump’s trip. The visit was planned by Vitaly Churkin, “a bureaucrat who rose through the Soviet ranks, strengthened his position as a diplomat in independent Russia, and became Russia’s ambassador to the United Nations in 2006.”

     The recruitment of Donald Trump fulfilled earlier demands from General Vladimir Alexandrovich Kryuchkov, the head of the KGB’s First Chief Directorate. Kryuchkov spent most of the 1980s trying to improve the KGB’s recruitment strategies, urging agents to get more creative.

     “Previously they had relied on identifying candidates who showed ideological sympathy toward the USSR: leftists, trade unionists and so on. By the mid-1980s these were not so many. So KGB officers should “make bolder use of material incentives”: money. And use flattery, an important tool.

     The Center, as KGB headquarters was known, was especially concerned about its lack of success in recruiting US citizens… The PR Line—that is, the Political Intelligence Department stationed in KGB residencies abroad—was given explicit instructions to find “U.S. targets to cultivate or, at the very least, official contacts.” “The main effort must be concentrated on acquiring valuable agents,” Kryuchkov said…

     One solution was to make wider use of “the facilities of friendly intelligence services”—for example, Czechoslovakian or East German spy networks… [and acquire] “prominent figures in politics and society, and important representatives of business and science.” These should not only “supply valuable information” but also “actively influence” a country’s foreign policy “in a direction of advantage to the USSR.”

     …There were, of course, different stages of recruitment. Typically, a case officer would invite a target to lunch.” Politico Magazine.

     The invitation to Moscow was the second stage in KGB recruitment. The first stage was inviting him to the luncheon. It probably wasn’t difficult reaching him; he was already a target for recruitment, and the KGB’s Czech counterpart was compiling kompromat years earlier.

     The trip to Moscow isn’t the end of Churkin’s involvement with Trump.

     “Churkin met again with Trump in 2013 and spent 2016 stridently defending Trump at the United Nations, despite Trump not having been criticized by anyone there, in an incident that baffled international observers. The details of Trump and Churkin’s relationship, their meetings, and why Churkin defended Trump remain a mystery, because on February 20, 2017, one month after Trump’s inauguration, Churkin died suddenly at the age of sixty-four.” Sarah Kendzior, Hiding In Plain Sight.

     Trump’s State Department issues a gag order after Churkin’s death, blocking the release of autopsy results after the New York City medical examiner’s office declares a toxicology test is needed. He is the fifth Russian diplomat to die unexpectedly and from unknown causes after the 2016 election.

     At the time of Trump’s recruitment, 34-year-old Vladimir Putin is one of Kryuchkov’s officers. His current assignment is to recruit Latin American students studying in Germany. They will eventually be sent to the U.S. as undercover agents for the KGB.

     Update 7/9/24: A previous version of this post said that, upon returning from Moscow, Trump began telling reporters that he has a plan for the Soviet Union. The source we obtained this from had the date wrong. The interview was two years prior. In it, Trump says if he or someone like him is in power, then the U.S. and the Soviet Union will join forces, combine our nuclear stockpiles, and “dominate” Third World countries–even if it takes cutting off millions of people from food and water. (Yes, he really does say that.)

     Update 2/22/25: In February 2025, a retired intelligence official and former KGB chief admitted to recruiting Donald Trump. “In 1987, I worked in the 6th Directorate of the KGB of the USSR in Moscow. The most important area of ​​work of the 6th Directorate was the acquisition of spies and sources of information from among businessmen of capitalist countries. It was in that year that our Department recruited the 40-year-old businessman from the USA, Donald Trump, nicknamed “Krasnov”. Alnur Mussayev on Facebook.

     The Kyiv Post confirmed Alnur Mussayev’s identity, stating that he “rose up the ranks of the Soviet KGB” before becoming head of Kazakhstan’s security service after the fall of the Soviet Union.

    American journalist Stash Luczkiw dug deeper into Mussayev’s social media posts and found one from 2018 confirming that Russia has compromising material / kompromat on Trump.

     “Donald Trump is on the FSB’s hook and is swallowing the bait deeper and deeper… I have no doubt that Russia has kompromat on the US President, that over the course of many years the Kremlin has been promoting Trump to the post of President of the main world power. The ruling elite of the United States understands well that their President is deeply dependent on the Kremlin, but openly admitting this does not allow the status of a [sole superpower].” Alnur Mussayev on Facebook – Feb. 18, 2018.”

     As written by Luke Harding in Politico, in an article entitled The Hidden History of Trump’s First Trip to Moscow; “t was 1984 and General Vladimir Alexandrovich Kryuchkov had a problem. The general occupied one of the KGB’s most exalted posts. He was head of the First Chief Directorate, the prestigious KGB arm responsible for gathering foreign intelligence.

     Kryuchkov had begun his career with five years at the Soviet mission in Budapest under Ambassador Yuri Andropov. In 1967 Andropov became KGB chairman. Kryuchkov went to Moscow, took up a number of sensitive posts, and established a reputation as a devoted and hardworking officer. By 1984, Kryuchkov’s directorate in Moscow was bigger than ever before—12,000 officers, up from about 3,000 in the 1960s. His headquarters at Yasenevo, on the wooded southern outskirts of the city, was expanding: Workmen were busy constructing a 22-story annex and a new 11-story building.

     In politics, change was in the air. Soon a new man would arrive in the Kremlin, Mikhail Gorbachev. Gorbachev’s policy of detente with the West—a refreshing contrast to the global confrontation of previous general secretaries—meant the directorate’s work abroad was more important than ever.

     Kryuchkov faced several challenges. First, a hawkish president, Ronald Reagan, was in power in Washington. The KGB regarded his two predecessors, Gerald Ford and Jimmy Carter, as weak. By contrast Reagan was seen as a potent adversary. The directorate was increasingly preoccupied with what it believed—wrongly—was an American plot to conduct a preemptive nuclear strike against the USSR.

     It was around this time that Donald Trump appears to have attracted the attention of Soviet intelligence. How that happened, and where that relationship began, is an answer hidden somewhere in the KGB’s secret archives. Assuming, that is, that the documents still exist.

     Trump’s first visit to Soviet Moscow in 1987 looks, with hindsight, to be part of a pattern. The dossier by the former British intelligence officer Christopher Steele asserts that the Kremlin had been cultivating Trump for “at least five years” before his stunning victory in the 2016 US presidential election. This would take us back to around 2011 or 2012.

     In fact, the Soviet Union was interested in him too, three decades earlier. The top level of the Soviet diplomatic service arranged his 1987 Moscow visit. With assistance from the KGB. It took place while Kryuchkov was seeking to improve the KGB’s operational techniques in one particular and sensitive area. The spy chief wanted KGB staff abroad to recruit more Americans.

     In addition to shifting politics in Moscow, Kryuchkov’s difficulty had to do with intelligence gathering. The results from KGB officers abroad had been disappointing. Too often they would pretend to have obtained information from secret sources. In reality, they had recycled material from newspapers or picked up gossip over lunch with a journalist. Too many residencies had “paper agents” on their books: targets for recruitment who had nothing to do with real intelligence.

     Kryuchkov sent out a series of classified memos to KGB heads of station. Oleg Gordievsky—formerly based in Denmark and then in Great Britain—copied them and passed them to British intelligence. He later co-published them with the historian Christopher Andrew under the title Comrade Kryuchkov’s Instructions: Top Secret Files on KGB Foreign Operations 1975–1985.

     In January 1984 Kryuchkov addressed the problem during a biannual review held in Moscow, and at a special conference six months later. The urgent subject: how to improve agent recruitment. The general urged his officers to be more “creative.” Previously they had relied on identifying candidates who showed ideological sympathy toward the USSR: leftists, trade unionists and so on. By the mid-1980s these were not so many. So KGB officers should “make bolder use of material incentives”: money. And use flattery, an important tool.

     The Center, as KGB headquarters was known, was especially concerned about its lack of success in recruiting US citizens, according to Andrew and Gordievsky. The PR Line—that is, the Political Intelligence Department stationed in KGB residencies abroad—was given explicit instructions to find “U.S. targets to cultivate or, at the very least, official contacts.” “The main effort must be concentrated on acquiring valuable agents,” Kryuchkov said.

     The memo—dated February 1, 1984—was to be destroyed as soon as its contents had been read. It said that despite improvements in “information gathering,” the KGB “has not had great success in operation against the main adversary [America].”

     One solution was to make wider use of “the facilities of friendly intelligence services”—for example, Czechoslovakian or East German spy networks.

     And: “Further improvement in operational work with agents calls for fuller and wider utilisation of confidential and special unofficial contacts. These should be acquired chiefly among prominent figures in politics and society, and important representatives of business and science.” These should not only “supply valuable information” but also “actively influence” a country’s foreign policy “in a direction of advantage to the USSR.”

     There were, of course, different stages of recruitment. Typically, a case officer would invite a target to lunch. The target would be classified as an “official contact.” If the target appeared responsive, he (it was rarely she) would be promoted to a “subject of deep study,” an obyekt razrabotki. The officer would build up a file, supplemented by official and covert material. That might include readouts from conversations obtained through bugging by the KGB’s technical team.

     The KGB also distributed a secret personality questionnaire, advising case officers what to look for in a successful recruitment operation. In April 1985 this was updated for “prominent figures in the West.” The directorate’s aim was to draw the target “into some form of collaboration with us.” This could be “as an agent, or confidential or special or unofficial contact.”

     The form demanded basic details—name, profession, family situation, and material circumstances. There were other questions, too: what was the likelihood that the “subject could come to power (occupy the post of president or prime minister)”? And an assessment of personality. For example: “Are pride, arrogance, egoism, ambition or vanity among subject’s natural characteristics?”

     The most revealing section concerned kompromat. The document asked for: “Compromising information about subject, including illegal acts in financial and commercial affairs, intrigues, speculation, bribes, graft … and exploitation of his position to enrich himself.” Plus “any other information” that would compromise the subject before “the country’s authorities and the general public.” Naturally the KGB could exploit this by threatening “disclosure.”

     Finally, “his attitude towards women is also of interest.” The document wanted to know: “Is he in the habit of having affairs with women on the side?”

     When did the KGB open a file on Donald Trump? We don’t know, but Eastern Bloc security service records suggest this may have been as early as 1977. That was the year when Trump married Ivana Zelnickova, a twenty-eight-year-old model from Czechoslovakia. Zelnickova was a citizen of a communist country. She was therefore of interest both to the Czech intelligence service, the StB, and to the FBI and CIA.

     During the Cold War, Czech spies were known for their professionalism. Czech and Hungarian officers were typically used in espionage actions abroad, especially in the United States and Latin America. They were less obvious than Soviet operatives sent by Moscow.

     Zelnickova was born in Zlin, an aircraft manufacturing town in Moravia. Her first marriage was to an Austrian real estate agent. In the early 1970s she moved to Canada, first to Toronto and then to Montreal, to be with a ski instructor boyfriend. Exiting Czechoslovakia during this period was, the files said, “incredibly difficult.” Zelnickova moved to New York. In April 1977 she married Trump.

     According to files in Prague, declassified in 2016, Czech spies kept a close eye on the couple in Manhattan. (The agents who undertook this task were code-named Al Jarza and Lubos.) They opened letters sent home by Ivana to her father, Milos, an engineer. Milos was never an agent or asset. But he had a functional relationship with the Czech secret police, who would ask him how his daughter was doing abroad and in return permit her visits home. There was periodic surveillance of the Trump family in the United States. And when Ivana and Donald Trump, Jr., visited Milos in the Czechoslovak Socialist Republic, further spying, or “cover.”

     Like with other Eastern Bloc agencies, the Czechs would have shared their intelligence product with their counterparts in Moscow, the KGB. Trump may have been of interest for several reasons. One, his wife came from Eastern Europe. Two—at a time after 1984 when the Kremlin was experimenting with perestroika, or Communist Party reform—Trump had a prominent profile as a real estate developer and tycoon. According to the Czech files, Ivana mentioned her husband’s growing interest in politics. Might Trump at some stage consider a political career?

     The KGB wouldn’t invite someone to Moscow out of altruism. Dignitaries flown to the USSR on expenses-paid trips were typically left-leaning writers or cultural figures. The state would expend hard currency; the visitor would say some nice things about Soviet life; the press would report these remarks, seeing in them a stamp of approval.

     Despite Gorbachev’s policy of engagement, he was still a Soviet leader. The KGB continued to view the West with deep suspicion. It carried on with efforts to subvert Western institutions and acquire secret sources, with NATO its No. 1 strategic intelligence target.

     At this point it is unclear how the KGB regarded Trump. To become a full KGB agent, a foreigner had to agree to two things. (An “agent” in a Russian or British context was a secret intelligence source.) One was “conspiratorial collaboration.” The other was willingness to take KGB instruction.

     According to Andrew and Gordievsky’s book Comrade Kryuchkov’s Instructions, targets who failed to meet these criteria were classified as “confidential contacts.” The Russian word was doveritelnaya svyaz. The aspiration was to turn trusted contacts into full-blown agents, an upper rung of the ladder.

     As Kryuchkov explained, KGB residents were urged to abandon “stereotyped methods” of recruitment and use more flexible strategies—if necessary getting their wives or other family members to help.

     As Trump tells it, the idea for his first trip to Moscow came after he found himself seated next to the Soviet ambassador Yuri Dubinin. This was in autumn 1986; the event was a luncheon held by Leonard Lauder, the businessman son of Estée Lauder. Dubinin’s daughter Natalia “had read about Trump Tower and knew all about it,” Trump said in his 1987 bestseller, The Art of the Deal.

     Trump continued: “One thing led to another, and now I’m talking about building a large luxury hotel, across the street from the Kremlin, in partnership with the Soviet government.”

     Trump’s chatty version of events is incomplete. According to Natalia Dubinina, the actual story involved a more determined effort by the Soviet government to seek out Trump. In February 1985 Kryuchkov complained again about “the lack of appreciable results of recruitment against the Americans in most Residencies.” The ambassador arrived in New York in March 1986. His original job was Soviet ambassador to the U.N.; his daughter Dubinina was already living in the city with her family, and she was part of the Soviet U.N. delegation.

     Dubinin wouldn’t have answered to the KGB. And his role wasn’t formally an intelligence one. But he would have had close contacts with the power apparatus in Moscow. He enjoyed greater trust than other, lesser ambassadors.

     Dubinina said she picked up her father at the airport. It was his first time in New York City. She took him on a tour. The first building they saw was Trump Tower on Fifth Avenue, she told Komsomolskaya Pravda newspaper. Dubinin was so excited he decided to go inside to meet the building’s owner. They got into the elevator. At the top, Dubinina said, they met Trump.

     The ambassador—“fluent in English and a brilliant master of negotiations”—charmed the busy Trump, telling him: “The first thing I saw in the city is your tower!”

     Dubinina said: “Trump melted at once. He is an emotional person, somewhat impulsive. He needs recognition. And, of course, when he gets it he likes it. My father’s visit worked on him [Trump] like honey to a bee.”

     This encounter happened six months before the Estée Lauder lunch. In Dubinina’s account she admits her father was trying to hook Trump. The man from Moscow wasn’t a wide-eyed rube but a veteran diplomat who served in France and Spain, and translated for Nikita Khrushchev when he met with Charles de Gaulle at the Elysée Palace in Paris. He had seen plenty of impressive buildings. Weeks after his first Trump meeting, Dubinin was named Soviet ambassador to Washington.

     Dubinina’s own role is interesting. According to a foreign intelligence archive smuggled to the West, the Soviet mission to the U.N. was a haven for the KGB and GRU (Soviet military intelligence). Many of the 300 Soviet nationals employed at the U.N. secretariat were Soviet intelligence officers working undercover, including as personal assistants to secretary-generals. The Soviet U.N. delegation had greater success in finding agents and gaining political intelligence than the KGB’s New York residency.

     Dubinin’s other daughter, Irina, said that her late father—he died in 2013—was on a mission as ambassador. This was, she said, to make contact with America’s business elite. For sure, Gorbachev’s Politburo was interested in understanding capitalism. But Dubinin’s invitation to Trump to visit Moscow looks like a classic cultivation exercise, which would have had the KGB’s full support and approval.

     In The Art of the Deal, Trump writes: “In January 1987, I got a letter from Yuri Dubinin, the Soviet ambassador to the United States, that began: ‘It is a pleasure for me to relay some good news from Moscow.’ It went on to say that the leading Soviet state agency for international tourism, Goscomintourist, had expressed interest in pursuing a joint venture to construct and manage a hotel in Moscow.”

     There were many ambitious real estate developers in the United States—why had Moscow picked Trump?

     According to Viktor Suvorov—a former GRU military spy—and others, the KGB ran Intourist, the agency to which Trump referred. It functioned as a subsidiary KGB branch. Initiated in 1929 by Stalin, Intourist was the Soviet Union’s official state travel agency. Its job was to vet and monitor all foreigners coming into the Soviet Union. “In my time it was KGB,” Suvorov said. “They gave permission for people to visit.” The KGB’s first and second directorates routinely received lists of prospective visitors to the country based on their visa applications.

     As a GRU operative, Suvorov was personally involved in recruitment, albeit for a rival service to the KGB. Soviet spy agencies were always interested in cultivating “young ambitious people,” he said—an upwardly mobile businessman, a scientist, a “guy with a future.”

   Once in Moscow, they would receive lavish hospitality. “Everything is free. There are good parties with nice girls. It could be a sauna and girls and who knows what else.” The hotel rooms or villa were under “24-hour control,” with “security cameras and so on,” Suvorov said. “The interest is only one. To collect some information and keep that information about him for the future.”

     These dirty-tricks operations were all about the long term, Suvorov said. The KGB would expend effort on visiting students from the developing world, not least Africa. After 10 or 20 years, some of them would be “nobody.” But others would have risen to positions of influence in their own countries.

     Suvorov explained: “It’s at this point you say: ‘Knock, knock! Do you remember the marvelous time in Moscow? It was a wonderful evening. You were so drunk. You don’t remember? We just show you something for your good memory.’”

     Over in the communist German Democratic Republic, one of Kryuchkov’s 34-year-old officers—one Vladimir Putin—was busy trying to recruit students from Latin America. Putin arrived in Dresden in August 1985, together with his pregnant wife, Lyudmila, and one-year-old daughter, Maria. They lived in a KGB apartment block.

     According to the writer Masha Gessen, one of Putin’s tasks was to try to befriend foreigners studying at the Dresden University of Technology. The hope was that, if recruited, the Latin Americans might work in the United States as undercover agents, reporting back to the Center. Putin set about this together with two KGB colleagues and a retired Dresden policeman.

     Precisely what Putin did while working for the KGB’s First Directorate in Dresden is unknown. It may have included trying to recruit Westerners visiting Dresden on business and East Germans with relatives in the West. Putin’s efforts, Gessen suggests, were mostly a failure. He did manage to recruit a Colombian student. Overall his operational results were modest.

     By January 1987, Trump was closer to the “prominent person” status of Kryuchkov’s note. Dubinin deemed Trump interesting enough to arrange his trip to Moscow. Another thirtysomething U.S.-based Soviet diplomat, Vitaly Churkin—the future U.N. ambassador—helped put it together. On July 4, 1987, Trump flew to Moscow for the first time, together with Ivana and Lisa Calandra, Ivana’s Italian-American assistant.

     Moscow was, Trump wrote, “an extraordinary experience.” The Trumps stayed in Lenin’s suite at the National Hotel, at the bottom of Tverskaya Street, near Red Square. Seventy years earlier, in October 1917, Lenin and his wife, Nadezhda Krupskaya, had spent a week in room 107. The hotel was linked to the glass-and-concrete Intourist complex next door and was— in effect—under KGB control. The Lenin suite would have been bugged.

     Meanwhile, the mausoleum containing the Bolshevik leader’s embalmed corpse was a short walk away. Other Soviet leaders were interred beneath the Kremlin’s wall in a communist pantheon: Stalin, Brezhnev, Andropov—Kryuchkov’s old mentor—and Dzerzhinsky.

     According to The Art of the Deal, Trump toured “a half dozen potential sites for a hotel, including several near Red Square.” “I was impressed with the ambition of Soviet officials to make a deal,” he writes. He also visited Leningrad, later St. Petersburg. A photo shows Donald and Ivana standing in Palace Square—he in a suit, she in a red polka dot blouse with a string of pearls. Behind them are the Winter Palace and the state Hermitage museum.

     That July the Soviet press wrote enthusiastically about the visit of a foreign celebrity. This was Gabriel García Márquez, the Nobel Prize–winning novelist and journalist. Pravda featured a long conversation between the Colombian guest and Gorbachev. García Márquez spoke of how South Americans, himself included, sympathized with socialism and the USSR. Moscow brought García Márquez over for a film festival.

     Trump’s visit appears to have attracted less attention. There is no mention of him in Moscow’s Russian State Library newspaper archive. (Either his visit went unreported or any articles featuring it have been quietly removed.) Press clippings do record a visit by a West German official and an Indian cultural festival.

     The KGB’s private dossier on Trump, by contrast, would have gotten larger. The agency’s multipage profile would have been enriched with fresh material, including anything gleaned via eavesdropping.

     Nothing came of the trip—at least nothing in terms of business opportunities inside Russia. This pattern of failure would be repeated in Trump’s subsequent trips to Moscow. But Trump flew back to New York with a new sense of strategic direction. For the first time he gave serious indications that he was considering a career in politics. Not as mayor or governor or senator.

     Trump was thinking about running for president.”

The Life of Donald Trump

https://trumpfile.org/folders/donald-trump/

‘The perfect target’: Russia cultivated Trump as asset for 40 years – ex-KGB spy

https://amp.theguardian.com/us-news/2021/jan/29/trump-russia-asset-claims-former-kgb-spy-new-book?__twitter_impression=true

Donald Trump meets the KGB in Moscow, decides to run for president

The Hidden History of Trump’s First Trip to Moscow

In 1987, a young real estate developer traveled to the Soviet Union. The KGB almost certainly made the trip happen.

https://web.archive.org/web/20210129085102/https://www.politico.com/magazine/story/2017/11/19/trump-first-moscow-trip-215842/

American Kompromat: How the KGB Cultivated Donald Trump, and Related Tales of Sex, Greed, Power, and Treachery, Craig Unger

Collusion: Secret Meetings, Dirty Money, and How Russia Helped Donald Trump Win, Luke Harding

Hiding in Plain Sight: The Invention of Donald Trump and the Erosion of America, Sarah Kendzior

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/52274929-hiding-in-plain-sight?ref=nav_sb_ss_2_37

The Road to Unfreedom: Russia, Europe, America, Timothy Snyder

August 27 2023 Behold the Monster: Trump Surrenders to Justice

The CIA’s Secret Army | TIME

https://time.com/archive/6668113/the-cias-secret-army-the-cias-secret-army

                        Origins of the Trump Sex Trafficking Fortune

Trump family fortune began in a Canadian brothel-hotel

https://www.timescolonist.com/national-business/trump-family-fortune-began-in-a-canadian-brothel-hotel-10367315

The Trumps: Three Generations That Built an Empire, Gwenda Blair

                 Some of My Writing On Trump As a Russian Agent

June 9 2025 We Celebrate the Anniversary of the Indictment of Traitor Trump, Russian Spy and Most Effective Enemy Agent Ever to Attack America, For Espionage in the Theft of State Secrets

June 2 2025 Anniversary of Trump’s Call to Putin to Send a Russian Army to Occupy America and Save His Regime, As Trump Threatens Civil War

May 14 2025 Impeachment of Traitor Trump Begins

March 6 2025 A Russian Agent Whose Mission Is the Subversion of Democracy Unmasks Himself In the Trump-Zelenskyy Incident

February 23 2025  How It All Began; World War Three, the Capture of America and the Subversion of Democracy by Traitor Trump and the Fourth Reich, the Russian Invasion of Ukraine, and the Fall of Civilization

February 24 2022 Origins of the Fourth Reich Part One: Putin’s Philosopher of Russian Fascism Ivan Ilyin

     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:

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

                        Syria, a retrospective of my writing

December 8 2024 Liberation of Syria Day

December 6 2024 Onward to Damascus: Syria’s Assad Regime Nears Collapse

February 9 2023 Lines of Fracture: Earthquake Exposes Systemic Flaws in Syria

February 4 2022 A Stain of Cruelty: the Assassination of Abu Ibrahim al-Hashimi al-Qurayshi

March 14 2022 Russia’s Wars of Imperial Conquest and Dominion Since 2020: the Case of Syria in the Russian-Turkish Conflict for Dominion of the Middle East

March 26 2021 A Mad Hatter’s Tea Party: Syria

March 5 2020 Pawns in a Turkish Great Game: the Syrian Refugee Crisis

January 4 2020 Cry Havoc: consequences of the American assassination of the Iranian and Iraqi Shiite military leaders

February 27 2020 Syria: Victory for the Rebellion Against Assad and Russia

February 7 2020 Syrian Peace Accord Collapses as Turkey Invades

October 28 2019 Trump and al-Baghdadi: parallel lives and reflections

October 13 2019 Turkish invasion of Kurdistani Syria frees ISIS to begin anew

October 8 2019 America abandons her allies in Syria

                     Syria, a reading list

Burning Country: Syrians in Revolution and War, Robin Yassin-Kassab, Leila Al-Shami

The Crossing: My Journey to the Shattered Heart of Syria, Samar Yazbek, Nashwa Gowanlock (Translator), Ruth Ahmedzai Kemp (Translator)

The Home That Was Our Country: A Memoir of Syria, Alia Malek

No Turning Back: Life, Loss, and Hope in Wartime Syria, Rania Abouzeid

Syria’s Secret Library: Reading and Redemption in a Town Under Siege,

Mike Thomson

We Crossed a Bridge and It Trembled: Voices from Syria, Wendy Pearlman

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/32051585-we-crossed-a-bridge-and-it-trembled?ref=rae_7

Brothers of the Gun: A Memoir of the Syrian War, Marwan Hisham, Molly Crabapple (Illustrator)

My House in Damascus: An Inside View of the Syrian Revolution, Diana Darke

Syrian Notebooks: Inside the Homs Uprising, Jonathan Littell, Charlotte Mandell

Inside Syria: The Backstory of Their Civil War and What the World Can Expect,

Reese Erlich, Noam Chomsky (Foreword)

Syria: A History of the Last Hundred Years, John McHugo

The Syrian Jihad: Al-Qaeda, the Islamic State and the Evolution of an Insurgency, Charles R. Lister

Syria: Descent Into The Abyss 2011-2014, Robert Fisk, Patrick Cockburn, Kim Sengupta

July 6 2025 Victory in the Black Sea: Anniversary of Ukraine’s Liberation of Snake Island

      We celebrate the liberation of Snake Island by Ukraine two years ago today, a signal victory in this theatre of World War Three in a story which has become iconic and made of Snake Island a monument to the unconquerable human spirit and the glorious fight for Liberty.

     The flag of Ukraine which now flies above Snake Island proclaims her free, and Snake Island is forever Ukrainian, but it is now also a global heritage site of the heroism of resistance to tyranny and imperial conquest, for it lives within all of us as a symbol of freedom conferred by defiance of subjugation under threat of death.

     As Max Stirner wrote; “Freedom cannot be granted; it must be seized.”

     As I wrote of the sinking of the Russian flagship which the defenders of Snake Island so memorably defied in my post of April 14 2022, Victory in the Black Sea: Ukraine Sinks the Russian Flagship Moskva; In a war which offers few causes to celebrate victory, I rejoice in the sinking of the Moskva by defenders of Ukraine, the flagship of the Russian Black Sea Fleet which the garrison of Snake Island famously defied.

     “Russian warship, go fuck yourself”!

      So glorious defiance has become prophecy.

      Why is control of the Black Sea the key to Russia’s plans of imperial conquest?  As I wrote in my post of April 18 2022, Last Stand at Mariupol: Fight at the Steel Works; Russia wants to conquer Ukraine for the same reason Japan invaded Manchuria; because it is an industrial heartland from which the conquest of the world may be launched, and the warm water ports of Mariupol and Odesa are key to this imperial plan of dominion, as well as to control of a land corridor to Crimea.

    The sixty-five ports of the Black Sea connect Romania, Bulgaria, Georgia, Moldova, Turkey, Russia, and Ukraine, and all of these with the Mediterranean, dominion of which Russia has long disputed with Turkey in Libya and Syria. If Russia intends to follow the conquest of Ukraine with that of Eastern Europe, the capture of Romania’s Port of Constanta would open the whole of the Danube region to invasion. The Black Sea remains as crucial to the dominion of the Mediterranean, and of Eastern Europe, North Africa, and the Middle East, as it was when Mithridates VI of Pontus contested for it in his wars with the Roman Empire, or at the Battle of Gallipoli which we seem doomed to refight in Crimea and the Ukrainian seaboard inclusive of Mariupol and Odesa.

      We must seize control of the Black Sea or prevent Russia from doing so, to deny its use as a launching pad for the imperial Russian conquest and dominion of the Mediterranean, Europe, Africa, and the Middle East.

    Herein the overarching strategic reality which must drive our decisions is the fact that World War Three has now been ongoing for many years, whose theatres of war include Russia, America, Syria, Libya, Belarus, Kazakhstan, Nagorno-Karabakh, large regions of Africa including Russian client states Mali and Sudan, and now Ukraine inclusive of her province Crimea.

    Should we fail to stop this war of imperial conquest and dominion here in Ukraine where all our humanitarian values and international laws are violated with brutal savagery, and allow it to become a general global war between liberty and tyranny, my fear is that the world may enter an age of tyranny and centuries of war which humankind will not survive.

     For Putin’s hand rests on the button of our nuclear annihilation and extinction, and it calls to him, whispering; “Set me free, and I’ll make you powerful.”

    As written by Lorenzo Tondo in The Guardian; “Ukrainian forces are set to raise the country’s flag on Snake Island, a strategic and symbolic outpost in the Black Sea that Russian troops retreated from last week after months of heavy bombardment.

     “The military operation has been concluded, and … the territory, Snake Island, has been returned to the jurisdiction of Ukraine,” Natalia Humeniuk, a spokesperson for Ukraine’s southern military command, told reporters.

     Ukraine’s military earlier stated that the national flag had been returned to the island shortly before 11pm on Monday. “On the island of Zmiiny, the Ukrainian flag was returned again,” an update read.

     However, a clarification was later issued confirming the flag had been delivered by helicopter and would be raised as soon as Ukrainian troops arrive on the island.

     “The flag was delivered to the island by helicopter. It will wait for the arrival of the troops, then it will wave,” Humeniuk told CNN, adding that her earlier remarks should be “understood metaphorically”.

     “No one landed on the island. So who will install it, stick it in, raise it?” she said. “And no one will risk people for the sake of a photo for the media.”

     Ukraine has considered control of the island as a critical step in loosening Moscow’s blockade on its southern ports.

     However, it was not clear if Ukrainian troops would seek to re-establish a permanent presence there, as it is dangerously exposed to bombardment.

     On Sunday, a military official told the Guardian the area of the Black Sea around Snake Island was still a “grey zone”, meaning that, technically, the Ukrainians did not intend to bring their forces back.

     Snake Island became known internationally when Russia first captured it in February. A Ukrainian soldier posted on the island told an attacking Russian warship to “go fuck yourself”, a phrase that has since become one of the most popular Ukrainian slogans of resistance.

     The Ukrainian postal service issued a stamp showing a Ukrainian soldier giving the finger to the Russian cruiser Moskva, which was later sunk. Since Russia took control, Ukrainian troops have attempted to retake it several times.

     Russia claimed it had pulled out from the island on Thursday as a “gesture of goodwill” to show it was not obstructing United Nations attempts to open a humanitarian corridor allowing grain to be shipped from Ukraine.

     A Russian military attack of the town of Serhiivka, near Odesa, on Friday has been interpreted by Ukrainian authorities as payback for Russian troops being forced from Snake Island the day before.

     At least 21 people, including two children, died in the attack after two Russian missiles struck a multi-storey block of flats and a recreation centre.

     “The occupiers cannot win on the battlefield, so they resort to vile killing of civilians,” Ivan Bakanov, the head of Ukraine’s security service, the SBU, said. “After the enemy was dislodged from Snake Island, [they] decided to respond with the cynical shelling of civilian targets.”

     Ukraine’s president, Volodymr Zelenskiy, said that although the pullout did not guarantee the Black Sea region’s safety, it would “significantly limit” Russian activities there. “Step by step, we will push [Russia] out of our sea, our land, our sky,” he said.”

     So we celebrate a great victory today, for both the people of Ukraine and for all humankind. Why is this important to us, safe in our homes and far from the horrors of war and the nightmare sounds of artillery bombardment devouring whole cities, like the sound of God’s head being split open by a hammer?

     Why is it important to resist our dehumanization and those who would enslave us, and to reply to the terror of our nothingness with refusal to submit and solidarity with others, regardless of where or when such existential threats arise, who is under threat or any divisions of identitarian politics weaponized by conquerors to isolate their victims from help?

     As I wrote in my post of April 20 2022 What is the Meaning of Mariupol? Address to the Volunteers in Warsaw; As we gather and prepare to take the fight to the enemy in direct action against the regime of Russia itself, against Vladimir Putin and his oligarchs and elites who sit at the helm of power and are now complicit in war crimes and crimes against humanity both in Ukraine and her province of Crimea in the imperial conquest of a sovereign and independent nation and in Russia in the subjugation of their own citizens, and in the other theatres of this the Third World War, Syria, Libya, Belarus, Kazakhstan, Nagorno-Karabakh, Sudan , Mali, and the Lake Chad region of Africa, and in the capture of the American state in the Stolen Election of 2016 which put Putin’s treasonous and dishonorable agent and proxy Donald Trump, Our Clown of Terror, in the White House to oversee the infiltration and subversion of democracy by the Fourth Reich, we are confronted with countless horrific examples of the future that awaits us at the hands of Putin’s regime, and we have chosen Resistance as the only alternative to slavery and death.

    As we bring a Reckoning for tyranny, terror, and the horrors of war, in the crimes against humanity by Russia in Ukraine which include executions, torture, organized mass rape and the trafficking of abducted civilians, the capture of civilian hostages and use of forced labor, cannibalism using mobile factories, genocidal attacks, erasure of evidence of war crimes using mobile crematoriums which indicates official planning as part of the campaign of terror and proof that the countless crimes against humanity of this war are not aberrations but by design and at the orders of Putin and his commanders, threats of nuclear annihilation against European nations sending humanitarian aid, and the mass destruction of cities, we are become a court of last appeal in the defense of our universal human rights and of our humanity itself.

     The Russian strategy of conquest opens with sustained and relentless bombardment and destruction of hospitals, bomb shelters, stores of food, power systems, water supply, corridors of humanitarian aid and the evacuation of refugees; anything which could help citizens survive a siege. Once nothing is left standing, a campaign of terror as organized mass rape, torture, cannibalism, and looting begins, and any survivors enslaved or executed. This is a war of genocide and erasure, and to fascism there can be but one reply; Never Again!

    In this war which is now upon us, Putin’s goal is to restore the Russian Empire in the conquest of the Ukraine and the Black Sea as a launchpad for the conquest and dominion of the Mediterranean, Europe, Africa, and the Middle East; but he has a parallel and far more dangerous purpose in the abrogation of international law and our universal human rights. The true purpose of the Fourth Reich and its puppetmaster Vladimir Putin in this war is to make meaningless the idea of human rights.

    This is a war of tyranny and fascisms of blood, faith, and soil against democracy and a free society of equals, for the idea that we all of us have meaning and value which is uniquely ours and against enslavement and the theft of our souls.

     Within the limits of our form, of the flaws of our humanity and the brokenness of the world, we struggle to achieve the human; ours is a revolution of Tikkun Olam, a Hebrew phrase meaning repair of the world which refers to our interdependence and duty of care for each other as equals who share a common humanity. 

     I’m sure all of us here know what Shlomo Bardin meant when he repurposed the phrase from the Kabbalah of Luria and the Midrash, but what do I mean by this?

     There are only two kinds of actions which we human beings are able to perform; those which affirm and exalt us, and those which degrade and dehumanize us.

     We live at a crossroads of history which may define the fate of our civilization and the future possibilities of becoming human, in the struggle between tyranny and liberty and between solidarity and division, and we must each of us choose who we wish to become, we humans; masters and slaves, or a free society of equals?

     As you know, my friends and I come to you from the Siege of Mariupol, a battle of flesh against unanswerable force and horror, of solidarity against division, of love against hate, and of hope against fear.

     Here, as in the Warsaw Ghetto Uprising which we celebrated yesterday, the human will to freedom is tested by an enemy who exults in the embrace of the monstrous, whose policies and designs of war as terror gladly and with the open arrogance of power instrumentalize utter destruction and genocide, a war wherein atrocities and depravities are unleashed as tactics of shock and awe with intent of subjugation through learned helplessness and overwhelming and generalized fear.

    In Mariupol now as in Warsaw then, we affirm and renew our humanity in refusal to submit or to abandon our duty of care for each other. The Defenders of Mariupol who have sworn to die together and have refused many demands for surrender make their glorious Last Stand not as a gesture of defiance to a conqueror and tyrant, or to hold the port to slow and impede the Russian campaign in the Donbas now ongoing and prevent the seizure of the whole seaboard and control of the Black Sea, though these are pivotal to the liberation of Ukraine, but to protect the hundreds, possibly thousands, of refugees who now shelter in the tunnels of the underground fortress at the Azovstal and Ilyin Steel and Iron Works, especially the many children in makeshift hospitals who cannot be moved.

     This is the meaning of Mariupol; we stand together and remain human, regardless of the cost. This is what it means to be human, how it is achieved, and why solidarity is important. Among our values, our duty of care for others is paramount, because it is instrumental to everything else, and all else is contingent on this.

    To paraphrase America’s Pledge of Allegiance not as an oath to a nation but as the declaration of a United Humankind; We, the People of Earth, pledge ourselves to each other, as one humankind, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all.

    This brings us to my purpose in speaking to you today, for one of you has asked a question which is central to our mission of the Liberation of Russia and Ukraine, and to the solidarity of the international community in this our cause; how can ordinary people like ourselves hope for victory over the unanswerable force and overwhelming power of tyranny, terror, and war?

    There are two parallel and interdependent strategies of Resistance in asymmetrical warfare; the first and most important is to redefine the terms of victory. This is because we are mortal, and the limits of our form impose conditions of struggle; we must be like Jacob wrestling the angel, not to conquer this thing of immense power but to escape being conquered by it. We can be killed, imprisoned, tortured; but we cannot be defeated or conquered if we but refuse to submit.

     Power without legitimacy becomes meaningless, and authority crumbles when met with disbelief. This is why journalism and teaching as sacred callings in pursuit of truth are crucial to democracy, and why the Four Primary Duties of a Citizen are Question Authority, Expose Authority, Mock Authority, and Challenge Authority.

   What of the use of police in brutal repression by carceral states? The social use of force is hollow and brittle, and fails at the point of disobedience. When the police are an army of Occupation and the repression of dissent, they can be Resisted on those terms; my point here is simply that victory against unanswerable force consists of refusal to submit.

     Who refuses to submit and cannot be compelled becomes Unconquered and is free. This is a kind of victory which cannot be taken from us.

    Second is our strategy for survival against an enemy who does not regard us as human, and will use terror to enforce submission through learned helplessness. By any means necessary, as this principle is expressed in the famous dictum of Sartre in his 1948 play Dirty Hands, quoted by Frantz Fanon in his 1960 speech Why We Use Violence, and made immortal by Malcolm X.

      In Mariupol I began referring to this in its oldest form, war to the knife. Its meaning for us is simple; those who would enslave us and who abandon all laws and all limits may hide behind none.

     The question to which I speak today in reply intrigued me, because it was nearly identical to a line which sets up one of the greatest fictional military speeches in literature, Miles Vorkosigan’s speech to the Maurilacans in The Borders of Infinity by Lois McMaster Bujold.

     In this story, Miles has just led a mass prisoner of war escape, from a prison which like all fascist tyrannies is fiendishly designed to produce abjection, as described by Julia Kristeva in her famous essay, in circumstances of horror such as those which my friends here and I have just survived, and in which we now find ourselves like the Marilacans having achieved an army, and about to take the fight to the enemy on his own ground. 

     One of the volunteers says, ”The defenders of Mariupol had those crazy Cossack warriors, swearing an oath to die rather than surrender, professional mercenaries from everywhere, all of them elite forces and utterly fearless. We just can’t fight on those terms; its been seventy years since we fought a total war of survival, and most of us here are professionals and university intellectuals. Poland is civilized, maybe too civilized for what’s coming our way.”

     To this I answer with Miles; “Let me tell you about the defenders of Mariupol. Those who sought a glorious death in battle found it early on. This cleared the chain of command of accumulated fools.

    The survivors were those who learned to fight dirty, and live, and fight another day, and win and win and win. And for whom nothing, not comfort nor security, not family nor friends nor their immortal souls, was more important than victory.

     They were not supermen or more than human. They sweated in confusion and darkness.

     And with not one half the resources Poland possesses, Ukraine remains unconquered. When you’re all that stands between liberty and tyranny, freedom and slavery, life and death, between a people and genocide, when you’re human, there is no mustering out.”

    To this wonderful speech of a fictional hero who simply refuses to stay down to the fictional survivors of the very real horror of being held captive and powerless by a tyrant, whether as prisoners of war or citizens of an occupied city, I must add this; how if Poland and Ukraine stand together, with all of Europe and America united in Resistance?

    And if you are telling me you could not today fight a Warsaw Ghetto Uprising, this I do not believe. Nor would you do so alone, for during this Passover as the Jewish community remembers the story of the Exile, the world also remembers; we watch it in our news every day, enacted once again in Ukraine. This, too, is a Haggadah, in which all of humankind can share, and which yet again teaches us the necessity of our interdependence and solidarity.  

     As written by Alan Moore in V For Vendetta; “Since mankind’s dawn, a handful of oppressors have accepted the responsibility over our lives that we should have accepted for ourselves. By doing so, they took our power. By doing nothing, we gave it away. We’ve seen where their way leads, through camps and wars, towards the slaughterhouse.”  

     Here is a truth to which all of us here today can bear witness.

     But there is a thing which tyrants never learn; the use of force and violence obeys the Third Law of Motion, and creates resistance as its own counterforce. And when the brutality and crimes against humanity of that force and violence are performed upon the stage of the world, visible to all and a history which cannot be erased, part of the story of every human being from now until the end of our species, repression finds answer in reckoning as we awaken to our interdependence and the necessity of our solidarity and duty of care for each other.

     And so I offer to all of you the Oath of the Resistance as it was given to me by the great Jean Genet on that fateful day in 1982, in a burning house, in a lost cause, after we refused to surrender; “We swear our loyalty to each other, to resist and yield not, and abandon not our fellows.”

    An unusual fellow, but behind the concealment of his literary notoriety he remained the Legionnaire he had once been, and after spying on the Nazis in Berlin in 1939 had returned to Paris to make mischief for her unwelcome guests, and there in 1940 repurposed the oath of the Foreign Legion for what allies he could gather. He said it was the finest thing he ever stole.

     My hope is that I have lived and written at the beginning of the story of humankind, and not at its end.

     What is the meaning of Mariupol?

      Here we may look to its precedents as Last Stands, battles, and sieges; Thermopylae, Malta, Washington crossing the Delaware and the Battle of Trenton, Gallipoli, Stalingrad, and its direct parallel the Siege of Sarajevo. Moments of decision wherein the civilization of humankind hung in the balance, and with it our future possibilities of becoming human.

     Who do we want to become, we humans; slaves and tyrants or a free society of equals? And how much of our humanity are we willing to trade for the chance of such futures?

     What of ourselves can we not afford to lose, without also losing who we are? How much of our humanity can we claw back from the darkness in refusal to submit to those who would enslave us, and in solidarity with each other?

     We must each of us face our own Gate of Fire, as did the Spartans at Thermopylae, and choose.

    What are we worth, if we permit ruthless bandit kings to commit atrocities, plunder, and enslave others?

     What is western civilization worth, if we will not live up to our fine words?   And fine words they remain, such as these written by Thomas Jefferson in the Declaration of Independence in 1776, a synthesis and revisioning of ideas from Hobbes, Locke, Montesquieu, Voltaire, and Rousseau; “We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, and endowed by their creator with certain inalienable rights, that among these are Life, Liberty, and the pursuit of Happiness.”

     What is America, if not a guarantor of democracy and our universal human rights, and a beacon of hope to the world?

    Let us reply with the words written by J.R.R. Tolkien between 1937 and 1955 in his luminous reimagination of the Second World War and the conflict of dominion which immediately followed it between tyranny and democracy, first against fascism and then between the allies who defeated it as spheres of dominion and systems of economic and political organization but both for different dreams of a free society of equals, in the iconic speech of Aragorn at the Black Gate in The Return of the King which unites ethos, logos, pathos, and kairos; “A day may come when the courage of men fails, when we forsake our friends and break all bonds of fellowship, but it is not this day. An hour of wolves and shattered shields, when the age of men comes crashing down, but it is not this day. This day we fight.”

     Join us.  

Valhalla Calling Sung In Ukrainian

This Day We Fight: Aragorn’s Speech at the Black Gate

Borders of Infinity, by Lois McMaster Bujold

https://www.theguardian.com/world/2022/jul/04/ukrainian-flag-raised-over-snake-island-after-russian-retreat?CMP=share_btn_link

https://www.theguardian.com/world/2022/jul/05/how-ukraine-vylkove-born-brunt-of-fight-for-snake-island?CMP=share_btn_link

On the sinking of Russia’s flagship

https://www.theguardian.com/world/2022/apr/15/loss-of-moskva-strikes-serious-blow-to-russian-militarys-prestige?CMP=share_btn_link

      Histories of the Black Sea

The Black Sea: A History, by Charles King

Black Sea: Dispatches and Recipes, Through Darkness and Light, by Caroline Eden

Empire of the Black Sea: The Rise and Fall of the Mithridatic World,

by Duane W. Roller

Ukrainian

6 липня 2022 Перемога в Чорному морі: Україна звільнила острів Зміїний

       Ми святкуємо звільнення Україною острова Зміїний, знаменну перемогу на цьому театрі Третьої світової війни в історії, яка стала культовою і зробила острів Зміїний пам’ятником нескореного людського духу та славетної боротьби за Свободу.

      Прапор України, який тепер майорить над островом Зміїний, проголошує її вільною, і острів Зміїний назавжди український, але тепер він також є місцем всесвітньої спадщини героїзму опору тиранії та імперським завоюванням, бо він живе в кожному з нас як символ свободи, наданої непокорою підкоренню під загрозою смерті.

      Як писав Макс Штірнер; «Свобода не може бути дарована; його треба схопити».

20 квітня 2022 Що означає Маріуполь? Звернення до волонтерів у Варшаві

   Збираючись і готуючись до боротьби з ворогом у прямих діях проти режиму самої Росії, проти Володимира Путіна та його олігархів та еліт, які сидять біля керма влади і зараз є причетними до військових злочинів і злочинів проти людства як у Україна та її провінція Крим в імперському завоювання суверенної і незалежної нації і в Росії в підкоренні власних громадян, а на інших театрах цієї Третьої світової війни, Сирії, Лівії, Білорусі, Казахстану, Нагірного Карабаху , а також під час захоплення американської держави на викрадених виборах 2016 року, коли зрадницького й безчесного агента Путіна та довіреної особи Дональда Трампа, нашого клоуна терору, у Білий дім для нагляду за проникненням і підривом демократії Четвертим рейхом, ми ми стикаємося з незліченною кількістю жахливих прикладів майбутнього, яке чекає на нас від рук режиму Путіна, і ми обрали Опір як єдину альтернативу рабству і смерті.

    Оскільки ми приносимо розплату за тиранію, терор і жахи війни, за злочини проти людства, зроблені Росією в Україні, які включають страти, катування, організовані масові зґвалтування та торгівлю викраденими цивільними особами, захоплення цивільних заручників та використання примусових праця, канібалізм з використанням пересувних фабрик, напади геноциду, знищення доказів військових злочинів за допомогою мобільних крематоріїв, що вказує на офіційне планування як частину кампанії терору та доказ того, що незліченна кількість злочинів проти людства цієї війни не є відхиленнями, а задумом і накази Путіна та його командирів, загрози ядерного знищення європейських країн, які надсилають гуманітарну допомогу, і масове знищення міст, ми стаємо останньою апеляційною інстанцією у захисті наших універсальних прав людини та нашого людства.

     Російська завойовницька стратегія починається з постійних і невпинних бомбардувань і руйнувань лікарень, бомбосховищ, складів продовольства, енергосистем, водопостачання, коридорів гуманітарної допомоги та евакуації біженців; все, що могло б допомогти громадянам пережити облогу. Після того, як нічого не залишиться, починається кампанія терору як організовані масові зґвалтування, тортури, канібалізм та мародерство, а будь-які вижили поневолені або страчені. Це війна на геноцид і стирання, і на фашизм може бути лише одна відповідь; Ніколи знову!

У цій війні, яка зараз на нас, мета Путіна — відновити Російську імперію у завоювання України та Чорного моря як стартовий майданчик для завоювання та панування Середземномор’я, Європи, Африки та Близького Сходу; але він має паралельну й набагато більш небезпечну мету — скасування міжнародного права та наших універсальних прав людини. Справжня мета Четвертого рейху та його маріонетка Володимира Путіна у цій війні – позбутися сенсу ідеї прав людини.

    Це війна тиранії та фашизму крові, віри та ґрунту проти демократії та вільного суспільства рівних за ідею, що всі ми маємо сенс і цінність, яка є унікальною, а також проти поневолення та крадіжки наших душ.

     У межах нашої форми, вад нашої людяності та зламаності світу ми боремося за досягнення людського; наша – це революція Тіккуна Олама, єврейської фрази, що означає відновлення світу, яка стосується нашої взаємозалежності та обов’язку піклуватися один про одного як рівних, хто об’єднує спільне людство.

     Я впевнений, що всі ми тут знаємо, що мав на увазі Шломо Бардін, коли переробив фразу з Каббали Лурія і Мідраш, але що я маю на увазі під цим?

     Є лише два види дій, які ми, люди, здатні виконувати; ті, що стверджують і підносять нас, і ті, що принижують і дегуманізують нас.

     Ми живемо на перехресті історії, яка може визначити долю нашої цивілізації та майбутні можливості стати людиною, у боротьбі між тиранією та свободою, між солідарністю та поділом, і кожен із нас має вибрати, ким хоче стати, ми люди; панів і рабів, чи вільне суспільство рівних?

July 5 2025 Sacrifices to America’s Culture of Death: the 2022 Fourth of July Highland Park Massacre

     On this day of celebration of our Liberty as a free society of equals and our Declaration of Independence from the British Empire, a deniable asset of the Fourth Reich and its agents of infiltration within the carceral state which include all those guilty of treason in the January 6 Insurrection from Our Clown of Terror, Traitor Trump, and his co-conspirators down to the dishonorable and lunatic barbarians who attacked our capitol on that most terrible of days, perpetrated mass murder and terror on a town parade.

     This was a hate crime of gun violence motivated by fascist ideology and a sign of the enormous power of white privilege as immunity before the fact which enables such crimes and many others as the precondition of free access to guns, and a measure of how far we have yet to go to achieve the true goals of the American Revolution as seizures of power to win the social and legal equality of all human beings, and to overthrow the tyranny of systemic inequality founded on the idea that some of us are better than others by reason of birth as class and caste; for on this day a madman has killed people just because he can.

     Here is the fascist apologetics of power; an amoral nihilism which claims that there is no good or evil, that only fear is the basis of human exchange and that only power as force has meaning.

     The psychopathy of fascism is brilliantly interrogated in the character of Martin Chatwin in the series The Magicians, a victim of monstrous abuse who by seizure of power became himself a king and a monster. Both a film noir tyrant of Freudian horror beyond the limits of the human called The Beast for his abominable crimes and the wounded child he once was locked in titanic struggle within the same flesh, a tragic avenger who helps a victim on her mad quest to kill a Trickster god of cannibalism and sexual terror in order to forge her as his successor, he is a figure of the duality of force and violence.

     He has a line which like a Zen riddle enfolds and typifies what for myself is the primary question of how to become human under imposed conditions of struggle which require the use of force in resistance, where the use of social force is always ambiguous, dehumanizing, and obeys Newton’s Third Law of Motion as bidirectional forces of reaction which create their own antithesis. “You know, when I was a boy, a man who was meant to care for me bent me over his desk and had me over and over every time I was alone with him. It helps me understand a truth. You’re powerful or you’re weak.”

     Here is the original lie of the tyrant and the fascist in the apologetics and self-justification of power; the lie that only power has meaning, that there is no good or evil. How we use power is of equal importance as who holds it. Fear and force are a primary means of human exchange, but not the only means; love, membership, and belonging are as important.

     It’s a line which captures perfectly the inherent contradictions of the  Wagnerian Ring of fear, power, and force as an origin of evil; for the use of social force is subversive of its own values. As Wagner teaches us in his great opera, only those who renounce love can wield the Ring of Power; this truth has as its corollary the redemptive power of love to set us free.

      Yet the imposed conditions of revolutionary struggle often require violence, and until the gods of law and order have been cast down from their thrones I must agree with the famous dictum of Sartre in his 1948 play Dirty Hands, quoted by Frantz Fanon in his 1960 speech Why We Use Violence, and made immortal by Malcolm X; “by any means necessary.”

     I am a hunter of fascists, and mine is a hunter’s morality. For me there is a simple test for the use of force; who holds power?

     While the use of social force may be necessary to free oneself from subjugation and enslavement by others in seizures of power, as an imposed condition of revolutionary struggle, nothing can justify the use of force and violence as dominion and control of others or in their subjugation and enslavement. This is the inherent duality of the use of social force, for liberation struggle has tyranny and terror as its dark mirror image.

     Once we have freed ourselves and others, we must abandon the use of social force or entrap ourselves in the Ring of Power once again, as many heroes of revolution have become tyrants, Washington, Napoleon, Stalin, and Mao, and many of those like the fictional Martin Chatwin who became The Beast in The Magicians and the all too real perpetrator of the Fourth of July Massacre three years ago yesterday have become figures of the terror and tyranny in the struggle to free themselves of it. 

     Systems of unequal power, patriarchy and white privilege as mutually reinforcing, parallel, and interdependent forces, shape some of us into monsters with which to terrify and claim dominion over the rest to us. This is why America has an open market for guns and valorizes violence as false masculinity; tragedies like yesterday’s manufacture consent for the centralization of power to the carceral state, pervasive surveillance and propaganda, and the militarization of the police as an army of occupation. If they scare us enough, we will vote for more tyranny and state terror; this is the Calculus of Fear on which all states are founded.

     We have but to compare the reactions of the Republicans in the NRA press release to that of the Democrats in the Bidens’ address to the nation to see who is on our side, and who weaponizes white supremacist terror as gun violence in the repression of dissent and the enforcement of elite hegemonies of wealth, power, and privilege. 

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

     “What is to be done?” as Lenin asked in his essay of 1902. While we have many interdependent ongoing existential threats to democracy and to our survival as a species, part of the answer is simply this; the American Revolution is something in which we all participate throughout our lives.

    Each of us must reinvent how to be human. This is the first revolution in which we all must fight; the struggle for ownership of ourselves.

     The Fourth Reich and its deniable assets of patriarchal and white supremacist terror operating in conspiracy with a captured police state of force and control have attacked Fourth of July family and community celebrations throughout America in a terror campaign designed to steal our Liberty by making it unsafe for citizens to gather, even for a neighborhood barbeque.

    We must take back America, if our future generations are to live in a free society of equals, and win Independence from fear and force. And we must do so without taking the bait offered by the enemy who seeks to drive us toward a Second Civil War by demonstrating the powerlessness of our institutions of government to defend us.

    We must abandon the use of social force; all of it, both ours and theirs, not merely disarming and abolishing the police and purging our society of guns and the right to bear death among us, but also of the systems of unequal power and oppression which drive the Ring of fear, power, and force which has made of us not citizens allied as guarantors of each other’s rights, but bearers of death and subjects divided against each other by overwhelming and generalized fear weaponized in service to elite hegemonies of wealth, power, and privilege.

     Guns and the terror they enable create wealth and power for those who would enslave us, both as imperial conquest and dominion in war and as state tyranny and terror here at home.

    To bear arms is to be a bearer of death; choose life.

    Of this personal and ongoing process of Liberty we have an example written by Michael Moore; “I, Michael Moore, standing up for Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of Happiness, and being completely fed up with recent events that have upset my tranquility, herby declare the following on this Fourth of July, 2022:

     1.  I refuse to live in a country threatened by white supremacy — and I’m not leaving. So we‘ve got a problem.

     2.  I cannot in good conscience continue to receive the privileges of “full citizenship” in this land when all of its women and girls have now been, by Court decree, declared official second-class citizens with no rights to their own bodies and conscripted to a life of Forced Birth should they fall pregnant and not want to be.

     3.  I demand an end to the mass incarceration of Black Americans, an end to police shooting Black people, and I demand that reparations be made to the Black community for all they currently have to suffer and endure.

     4. I insist we remove every single Republican from office in November. The Republican Party has dismantled itself and its remaining rogue elements now exist purely to overturn legitimate election results and overthrow the elected will of the vast majority of the American people. This must be halted without delay or equivocation.

    Therefore, I will do the following:

    ~ Until women’s rights have been fully reinstated, and their equal rights are enshrined in our Constitution (now that the required 38 states have passed the Equal Rights Amendment), I will not shut up about this. If you invite me to dinner that’s all I’m gonna talk about. Have me over to your party and it’s going to be, “Dobbs, Dobbs, and more Dobbs!” And I won’t stop until Roe is reinstated and 51% of Congress is female.

     ~ I will help to organize a massive Get Out The Vote drive amongst the millions who follow me on social media, listen to my podcast, and read my Substack column. I will join with others to tour the country. No candidate will get our support unless they sign a pledge stating they will vote to make Roe v. Wade the law of the land; make gerrymandering and voter suppression illegal; eliminate the filibuster; upgrade Obamacare to Universal Health Care for All; pass strong gun control laws; and end the police executions and racist incarcerations of Black citizens.

     ~ I will help lead a national strike, in whatever form it needs to take, and if we want to see immediate change, watch what happens when we shut down even 10% of the country. POOF! goes Wall Street! Hit ‘em where it counts.

     This I do declare.

Signed,

Michael Moore July 4, 2022”

     As written by Shruti Rajkumar in Huffpost, in an article entitled Biden Calls For Gun Reform On Highland Park Anniversary: ‘Much More Must Be Done’

The president’s statement on the Illinois mass shooting arrives in the wake of three back-to-back fatal shootings early this week; “After three back-to-back shootings this week, President Joe Biden condemned gun violence in the U.S. and once again pleaded for tighter gun laws.

     On Sunday evening, two people were killed and 28 injured — including many children — in a shooting at a neighborhood block party in Baltimore. On Monday night, five people were killed and two were injured in a separate mass shooting in Philadelphia. Yet another mass shooting occurred at a festival in Fort Worth, Texas, the same night, with three people killed and eight others injured. The tragedies add to the growing list of mass shootings plaguing the country.

    “Today, Jill and I grieve for those who have lost their lives and, as our nation celebrates Independence Day, we pray for the day when our communities will be free from gun violence,” Biden said in the statement on Tuesday.

     On the anniversary of the 2022 massacre at a Fourth of July parade in Highland Park, Illinois, in which seven people died and more than 30 were injured, the president also acknowledged that state’s recent efforts to combat gun violence.

     Since the tragedy, Illinois has passed legislation to ban assault weapons — including the one used in the Highland Park shooting — and high-capacity magazines in the state, marking a major win for gun safety.

     “Their achievement will save lives. But it will not erase their grief. It will not bring back the seven Americans killed in Highland Park or heal the injuries and trauma that scores of others will continue to carry,” Biden said in the statement. “And as we have seen over the last few days, much more must be done in Illinois and across America to address the epidemic of gun violence that is tearing our communities apart.”

     Last year, Biden signed the most significant anti-gun-violence legislation in the past three decades. The landmark Bipartisan Safer Communities Act outlined ways to reduce gun violence in the U.S., including expansions to mental health services and school security, gun purchase restrictions and enhanced background checks for people under 21.

     Several Democrats have been avid proponents of anti-gun-violence reforms, including assault weapon bans. But many GOP leaders have resisted gun regulations, despite the sustained surge in gun violence. There have been over 340 mass shootings across the U.S. so far in 2023, according to the Gun Violence Archive.

     Still, Biden and other lawmakers have insisted on more gun reform legislation.

     “It is within our power to once again ban assault weapons and high-capacity magazines, to require safe storage of guns, to end gun manufacturers’ immunity from liability, and to enact universal background checks,” Biden said in the statement.

     He continued: “I urge other states to follow Illinois’ lead, and continue to call upon Republican lawmakers in Congress to come to the table on meaningful, commonsense reforms that the American people support.”

     As written by Ed Pilkington in The Guardian, in an article entitled Fourth of July overshadowed by 16 mass shootings across US: Fifteen people were killed and 94 injured across 13 states as well as Washington DC; “From the nation’s capital to Fort Worth, Texas, from Florin, California, in the west to the Bronx, New York, in the east, the Fourth of July long weekend in the US was overshadowed by 16 mass shootings in which 15 people were killed and nearly 100 injured.

     The Gun Violence Archive, an authoritative database on gun violence in America, calculated the grim tally using its definition of a mass shooting as an incident in which four or more people excluding the shooter are killed or injured by firearms.

     The tragic bloodletting was recorded from 5pm on Friday until 5am on Wednesday across 13 states as well as Washington DC. Texas and Maryland both entered the register twice.

     In one of the final catastrophes to mar the weekend honoring the nation’s founding, nine people were injured in a drive-by shooting in Washington in the early hours of Wednesday. The victims included two children aged nine and 17. All injuries were reported as non life-threatening.

     Police said shots were fired from a dark-colored SUV at a house party in the north-east quadrant of the city shortly before 1am on 5 July. The SUV “fired shots in the direction of some of our residents who were outside just celebrating the fourth of July. It appears that the shooting was targeted”, said Leslie Parsons, the assistant police chief.

     Hours earlier, Joe Biden issued a Fourth of July statement from the White House in which he lamented the “wave of tragic and senseless shootings in communities across America”. The president said he and the first lady, Jill Biden, “grieve for those who have lost their lives and, as our nation celebrates Independence Day, we pray for the day when our communities will be free from gun violence”.

     Biden repeated his call for “meaningful, commonsense” gun control reforms including a renewed ban on assault weapons and high-capacity magazines and an end to gun manufacturers’ immunity from liability.

     By the reckoning of the Gun Violence Archive, the US is on track for one of the worst years of mass shootings. The database has identified 350 such incidents so far this year and warns that should the pace remain steady through the second half of the year, the final total for 2023 could reach 679: about double that recorded in 2018.

     The archive’s tally of mass shootings over the 4 July weekend involved incidents in: Washington DC, Illinois, Indiana, Kansas, Maryland (twice), Michigan, Minnesota, Missouri, New York, North Carolina, Ohio, Oklahoma, Pennsylvania, and Texas (twice).

     One of the youngest victims of the weekend was a 14-year-old boy who was killed early on Wednesday in a shooting at a fourth of July block party on Maryland’s eastern shore. Six others were injured in the incident in Salisbury.

     Two people were killed and 28 wounded, including 15 children, in a mass shooting in Baltimore, Maryland, on Sunday. Videos recorded at the scene showed teenagers scrambling to get away from the gunfire. On Wednesday, police were still searching for the shooters, who were thought to have opened fire with a semi-automatic weapon.

     Late on Tuesday, another outdoor party in Shreveport, Louisiana, exploded in gun fire, leaving three people dead and 10 wounded.

     Tabitha Taylor, a local councilwoman, told CBS News she was livid.

     “Now we are the victim of a mass shooting in our community simply because individuals decided to come in and disrupt a good time that individuals were having,” she said.

     “A family event that has gone on for years in our community has been disrupted by gunfire because somebody decided to pull their guns and do this. Why, why?”

     One of the injured was in critical condition, Angie Willhite, a Shreveport police sergeant, told reporters on Wednesday, adding that others who were injured were expected to survive. No arrests had been made.

     “We are struggling with getting information from those who were present,” Willhite said. “We’re not getting a lot of cooperation. We’re going to hope for some quick and immediate cooperation that will lead us to the people we’re trying to find.”

     The greatest fatality in a single incident over the long weekend was seen in Philadelphia, where five people were killed when a shooter wearing a bulletproof vest and bearing an assault rifle went on a random rampage on Monday night.

     The youngest person to die was 15. A two-year-old boy was shot four times in the legs and a 13-year-old was shot twice in the legs. On Wednesday, both were listed in stable condition.

     The 40-year-old suspect was arraigned on five counts of murder as well as charges of attempted murder, aggravated assault and weapons counts of possession without a license and carrying firearms in public, prosecutors said.

     Philadelphia police identified the victims killed on the streets as 20-year-old Lashyd Merritt; 29-year-old Dymir Stanton; 59-year-old Ralph Moralis; and 15-year-old Daujan Brown. All were pronounced dead shortly after the Monday night gunfire.

     Joseph Wamah Jr, 31, was found in a home early on Tuesday, also with bullet wounds. Investigators believe Wamah was the first victim killed but was not found by family members until hours later.”

The Magicians: Fear, Power, Force, the Origins of Evil and the Carceral State as Embodied Violence

“The only reason you’re celebrating Independence Day is because citizens were armed,” the NRA tweeted. Unless you’ve been killed by an armed citizen.

https://www.huffpost.com/entry/nra-fourth-of-july-mass-shooting_n_62c35c8de4b0f612572aaf74

My Declaration by Michael Moore

https://www.michaelmoore.com/p/my-declaration

Biden Calls For Gun Reform On Highland Park Anniversary: ‘Much More Must Be Done’

https://www.huffpost.com/entry/biden-gun-reform-highland-park-anniversary_n_64a464d7e4b0035bc5c96f14?utm_campaign=share_facebook&n  cid=engmodushpmg00000003&fbclid=IwAR0WCsurScQ7LwroE7Tp4KZH2vz1wDQUXSg3SUkVRKnFab8HA3iBwuyJnTc 

Fourth of July overshadowed by 16 mass shootings across US

https://www.theguardian.com/us-news/2023/jul/05/fourth-of-july-mass-shootings-gun-violence?CMP=share_btn_link

Dirty Hands, by Jean-Paul Sartre

Their Morals and Ours: The Class Foundations of Moral Practice

by Leon Trotsky, John Dewey, George Novack, David Salner

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/184450.Their_Morals_and_Ours

Lenin Rediscovered: What Is to Be Done? In Context, by Lars T. Lih

https://www.msnbc.com/morning-joe/watch/sen-durbin-what-happened-in-highland-park-was-the-clash-of-two-traditions-143429701774

https://www.theguardian.com/us-news/2022/jul/05/highland-park-fourth-of-july-shooting-victims?CMP=share_btn_link

https://www.huffpost.com/entry/highland-park-illinois-shooting-victims_n_62c3f81fe4b0f612572b5574

https://www.msnbc.com/morning-joe/watch/highland-park-shooting-person-of-interest-left-online-trail-of-violent-imagery-143418437680

Three responses to grief in the philosophy of Kierkegaard, Heidegger, and Camus

https://bigthink.com/thinking/philosophy-grief/?utm_term=Autofeed&utm_medium=Social&utm_source=Facebook&fbclid=IwAR0kHR7Q4PlTdral_JUXpdty6S3EdyoBlH3pJzmmJgIC83wVc6dWfEoOaoQ#Echobox=1688362958

     “Each one of us will experience something in life that transforms who we are. A human life is one of adventure and tempering. A lot of people today tend to use the language of “formative experiences,” but the idea of an awakening or initiation of some kind, is as central to the human condition as sleeping or falling in love. Those who study the stories and myths we tell point out that they often share remarkable similarities. For instance, they involve a separation from home, a test of character, and then a return home with new wisdom or strength.

     One of these transformative trials comes when we lose someone we truly and deeply love. Those who have known grief understand something more about life. When we suffer the loss of someone we love, we know what it means to be left alone and behind. On an intellectual level, we know that all things must die. We can rationally appreciate the transience of life, the breakdown of biology, and entropy in the universe. But to know death, to feel and bear loss, gives someone an understanding that no poem, movie, or book could convey.

     Many philosophers have explored the idea of grief and death, and for many, it’s the most important thing about being alive.

     Memento mori

     For many people, like the young or the lucky, there is no need to face mortality. They can walk through their days without a moment’s thought for the big questions about eternity. It won’t cross their minds to reflect on their own death or of those around them. They likely will never ponder that the people they have in their lives will, some day, be gone forever.

     They never appreciate that there will come a time when we each will have our last meal, laugh, and breath. That there will be one final cuddle with someone you love, and no more.

     Sure, they know it in some remote part of their understanding, but they do not feel it. It’s intellectually “objective” but lacks the emotionally subjective. They lack the deepening that happens for those who have held the hand of a dying parent, cried at a brother’s funeral, or sat staring at photos of a now-gone friend. For those who don’t know grief, it is as if it comes from outside. In reality, the despair of true grief is something that originates from within. It aches and pulses inside your very being.

     The source of despair

     For such a universal, sensitive, and poignant issue as grief, there is no one philosophical position. For much of history, philosophers were also usually religious, and so the issue was one for priests, scripture, or meditation.

     The pre-Christian scholars of ancient Greece and Rome are perhaps an exception. But, even there, philosophers came stewed in a cauldron of religious assumptions. It has become fashionable today to read ancient references to “the soul,” for instance, as being poetic or psychological metaphors. Yet, with the possible exception of the Epicureans, the ancient world had far more religion than our modern, secular sensibilities might prefer.

    For Søren Kierkegaard, that visceral sense of mortality we get after experiencing grief he labelled “despair.” And in the long nighttime of despair, we can begin the journey to realize our truest selves. When we meaningfully encounter first-hand that things in life are not eternal and nothing is forever, we appreciate how we passionately long for things to be eternal. The source of our despair is that we want that “forever.” For Kierkegaard, the only way to overcome despair, to relieve this condition, is to surrender. There is an eternal by which to lose ourselves in. There is faith, and grief is the dark, marble door to belief.

     The philosophy of grief

After the Enlightenment and the rise of a godless philosophy, thinkers began to see death in a new way. Seeing death only as a gateway to religion no longer worked.

     The ancient Greek Epicureans and a lot of Eastern philosophers (although, not necessarily all), believed this powerful sense of grief can be overcome by removing our mistaken longing for immortality. Stoics, too, signed up to the idea that we ache precisely because we wrongly think things are ours for all time. With a mental shift, or after great meditation, we can come to accept this for the false hubris it is.

     The German phenomenologist Martin Heidegger argued that the presence of death in our lives gives fresh meaning to our being free to choose. When we appreciate that our decisions are all we have, and that our entire life is punctuated by a final coup de grace, it invigorates our action and gives us a “daring.” As he wrote, “Being present is grounded in the turning-towards [death].” It is a theme echoed in the medieval idea of memento mori — that is, keeping death close to make the current moment sweeter. When we lose a loved one, we recognize that we are, indeed, left behind, and so this in turn gives new gravity to our choices.

     For Albert Camus, though, things are somewhat more bleak. Even though Camus’ works were a deliberate and strenuous effort to resolve the listless abyss of nihilism, his solution of “absurdity” is not easy medicine. For Camus, grief is a state of being overcome by the pointlessness of it all. Why love, if love ends in such pain? Why build great projects, when all will be dust? With grief comes an awareness of the bitter finality of everything, and it comes with an angry, screaming frustration: Why are we here at all? Camus’ suggestion is a kind of macabre revelry — gallows’ humor perhaps — that says we should enjoy the ride for the meaningless rollercoaster it is. We must imagine ourselves happy.

    Three responses to grief

    We have, here, three different responses to grief. We have the religious turn of Kierkegaard, the existential carpe diem of Heidegger, and the laugh-until-you-die of Camus.

     For many, grief involves a separation from life. It can feel like the wintering of the soul, where we need to heal and make sense of existence again. It’s a kind of chrysalis. In many cases, we return to life with earned wisdom and can appreciate the everyday world in an entirely transformed way. For some, this hibernation goes on for a very long time, and many start to see their cold retreat as all there is.

     These are the people who will need help. Whether we agree with Kierkegaard, Heidegger, or Camus, one thing is true for all and everyone: talking helps. Voicing our thoughts, sharing our despair, and turning to someone else is the gentle, warm breeze that starts the thaw.”

July 4 2025 What Does Freedom Mean Now?

      “Give me liberty, or give me death!”; with these immortal words of Patrick Henry to the Second Virginia Convention in 1775, in a situation very much like the one we face now under the onslaught of imperial conquest by Russian in the wake of the Stolen Elections of 2016 and 2024, our abandonment of the principle of universal human rights and our complicity in the Israeli genocide of the Palestinians, our abandonment also of human rights and of the rights of citizens and idea of citizenship itself in the ethnic cleansing ongoing against nonwhite migrants by the ICE white supremacist terror force and a military force of occupation, the capture of our Supreme Court and Congress as instruments of subversion of democracy, the ongoing second mad reign of Our Clown of Terror and Rapist In Chief Traitor Trump and capture of the state as Vichy America under the Fourth Reich, and the treasonous and dishonorable coup attempt by the Deplorables of the Fourth Reich’s deniable assets being only the American theatre of the Third World War, in which we have held ourselves aloof in forbearance of the use of force to secure our Liberty and allowed a brutal and amoral enemy to ravage the world unchallenged, with these words Patrick Henry began the American Revolution, and we are still fighting it today.

     “If we were base enough to desire it, it is now too late to retire from the contest. There is no retreat but in submission and slavery! Our chains are forged! Their clanking may be heard on the plains of Boston! The war is inevitable and let it come! I repeat it, sir, let it come. It is in vain, sir, to extenuate the matter. Gentlemen may cry, Peace, Peace but there is no peace. The war is actually begun! The next gale that sweeps from the north will bring to our ears the clash of resounding arms! Our brethren are already in the field! Why stand we here idle? What is it that gentlemen wish? What would they have? Is life so dear, or peace so sweet, as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery? Forbid it, Almighty God! I know not what course others may take; but as for me, give me liberty or give me death!” He then aimed a dagger at his heart in imitation of Cato the Younger, martyr of the Republic of Rome as it became an empire under Julius Caesar.

    Patrick Henry was referencing the suicide speech of Cato the Younger according to Cassius Dio, in Roman History 43.10; “I, who have been brought up in freedom, with the right of free speech, cannot in my old age change and learn slavery instead.”

    Here as always, the force and power of tyrants and their carceral states to compel subjugation and consent to be governed as enslavement and dehumanization finds its limit in the simple refusal to obey, for force is brittle and authority hollow without belief in its legitimacy, and this is a power and inherent human quality which cannot be taken from us.

    Who so ever refuses to submit becomes Unconquered, and is free.

     Among the many nuanced meanings of Independence Day, this remains among them, and it is why we celebrate our Liberty and all who have waged revolution to win it for us.

     As we celebrate Independence Day, I offer you a meditation on the contradictions of power, the frailty of order, the illusion of authority, the  relativity of truth and the falsification of history in service to power and authority in the form of a story, originally written as a demonstration of Gogol’s method of creating symbols and referential to Ionesco, Kafka, and Akutagawa.

      It also contains a true retelling from my family history of a decisive moment when the fate of humankind hung in the balance, Washington’s crossing of the Delaware on Christmas of 1776, as related to me by my father and to him from his before from the witness of my ancestor Henry Lale who fought at Washington’s side here and in the great Forlorn Hope for a free society of equals that is our nation.

A Declaration of Liberty

     I woke that fateful morning, ready to join the other rhinoceroses on the parade ground, when fussing with the shiny bits on my uniform I chanced to meet my own gaze in the mirror, and to my horror discovered that my horn had gone missing.

      It was a magnificent horn, a horn of vainglorious strutting, of midnight blue and royal purple like the stains of grandeur and of marvelous sins. In its place was this soft monkey nose, useless in butting heads; worse, someone might think it funny, and I’d have to bring the pain- but how to maintain order without a horn?

     It was all the fault of the Devil Weed I had consumed the night before, in an excess of drunken salute to one of the original members of my command, lost in a nameless action in a fight for freedom the world will never know the true history of. Even his name is unknown, an identity assigned upon enlistment; we are the night watch, who hold an invisible line that others may sleep and live in happy ignorance of the chaos and the thousands of myriads of relentless existential threats which surround us.

     Throughout much of my life my nation has been the man to my left and the man to my right, fellow bearers of secrets; maybe I’ve been wrong about that.

     As to the Devil Weed, it was grown from magic seeds, seeds of transformation, change, and renewal handed down, planted & re-harvested every few years, from the hand of George Washington to an ancestor of mine as payment for a wager just after crossing the Delaware on Christmas of 1776 under cover of night and a storm.

     Washington had said, “We’ve eaten all the dogs, burned all the wood, and my balls are frozen to my last bit of lead shot. We can’t cross against the ice floes, and if we stay on this side of the river we die and the Revolution dies with us.”

      And Henry my ancestor said “If you go I’m coming with you, but who will come with us? Do these men have another fight in them? Frozen, starving, too many barefoot in the snow, with one man in three in hospital and unfit for duty? Whoever isn’t drowned or crushed by the ice landing a ten mile night march through a storm to the enemy, and then an attack on a fortified garrison with neither powder nor ammunition? I’ll bet you we can’t cross that river and survive, and I’ll buy a night at the best whorehouse in Philadelphia for the whole army if you can pull that off.”

     Everything became still as the attention of the whole camp was riveted.

Washington stood, naked but for a red blanket he had wrapped about himself like a toga, and for long moments met the eyes of his men. “Done, and I’ll give you and every man with us a pouch of George’s Own Devil Weed if we live to celebrate. Starved, frozen, and down to the last bullet, I’ll still take that bet. We are Americans.

    We are no longer ragged misfits and outcasts begging scraps from our masters feet like dogs; from this moment forward we are not colonists divided against each other by a distant empire but Americans united in our Liberty.”

     There were cheers, but not yet a race to the boats. They really were starving and frozen, and for many the coming fight would be down to the knife and tomahawk. So Washington put in his set of false teeth, the pointy cannibal ones made by the Indians he once lived among who taught him how to fight and how to lead. He grinned his terrible grin, and said, “Imagine the Hessians at Trenton, eating and drinking their way through winter with storehouses full of everything we need, firewood, food, fine boots and woolen uniforms, guns and powder, all waiting for men bold enough to take them. Warm they are, with fat goose and roast beast. I’m coming to dinner with the enemy. Who’s coming with me?”

     And they rose cheering, and followed him into folly and into glory. Victory or Death, Washington’s password at the Battle of Trenton, became our family motto ever after; certainly it described the conditions of the fight, of the Revolution, and of the fragile nature of Liberty and America.

     The American Revolution was an anticolonial struggle which overthrew the system of aristocratic privilege and monarchy, in which some of us are better than others by condition of birth. With all our faults, this is something we may celebrate still.

     But there were other stories, things no one made a heroic painting of to hang in a national gallery, both of our origins and throughout our history. Sometimes because the cover story is so much better than the truth, as with the abominable and tragic fate of Amelia Earhart, cannibalized within hours of her island’s liberation by her captors after some eight years of unspeakable depravities; and sometimes because the truth is ambiguous and a relativistic multiplicity which depends on who’s telling it, a Rashomon Gate which transforms us as we go through.

      Liberate the Dominican Republic with only a printing press, a radio station, and an airplane to drop leaflets, with the loss of a single foreign national and no American casualties, weighed against the countless deaths of the landing at Inchon? Wonderful. But who can really claim a monster like Trujillo as a friend, as we had for decades before?                 

     Often it is also horrible, something necessary to survival which betrays the ideals and goals we work to achieve and protect, an accommodation with evil.  And it is this last category of secrets which provides leverage for our enemies, propagating outward across time like the leprous tracks of an invisible and malign corruption.

     Our lives have reflected one another, Henry and I, the revolutionary and the secret agent, as in a dark mirror. We cannot escape each other.   

    My ancestor helped win the Revolutionary War and create America; I helped bear the message of that Revolution to unknown shores as a Promethean fire and seeds of transformation, among many other things. The dream of America; a free society of equals, Liberty, Equality, Truth, and Justice, a firewall against tyranny and fascism, a new idea of humankind in which no one is better than any other by reason of birth and the age of inequalities is ended, free from colonialism and empires, from slavery and identitarian nationalisms of blood, faith, and soil, and all the kings and tyrants toppled from their thrones. All too often revolutionary struggle has been corruptive of its own ideals, heroes become tyrants, and Liberation become imperial conquest.

     The American Revolution, an anti-colonial struggle against an Empire and the system of aristocracy, and the tidal wave of revolutionary struggle it unleashed to reimagine and transform the world and human being, meaning, and value in thousands of myriads of mutinies and rebellions of the new Humanist order against the old Authoritarian paradigm, in every corner of the earth and among all its peoples, a glorious Liberation of the infinite possibilities of becoming human. None of these things happened in the way you have been told.

     If I could go back to the beginnings of things, to the Original Lie that founded America and the consequences and events that tipped the balance of the world toward fascism, the equality of all human beings and the glorious revolution against ideas of aristocracy which failed to free the slaves or to liberate us from systems of oppression and unequal power other than monarchy and colonial bondage to a foreign empire, could all the wrongs that came after be redressed? Could we win back our freedom, Truth, Justice, and the American Way, redeem the promise of a free society of equals, and relight the torch of Liberty?   

     So I scribbled a note retiring my captaincy in the Deniable Forces of the secret police, stepping through the mirror into the monkey world and transforming as I had so many times before, though never before alone.

    I had some wrongs to put right.

     And here are some thoughts of mine on the subject of Liberty; Manifesto for Bearers of the Torch of Liberty:

      To all those who like myself prefer to run amok and be ungovernable to the alternative of submission to authority, who align on the side of Prometheus, rebellion, chaos, anarchy, resistance, transgression, revolution, and the frightening of the horses, I offer here a manifesto for bearers of the Torch of Liberty.

      As I wrote in my post of March 28 2019, in the wake of the Christchurch white supremacist terror and the direct threat of a copycat atrocity against our local mosque here in Spokane; I’ve thought about the origins of evil, of violence and power in the relationships between fear, anger, hate, and other negative emotions as illnesses, for a long time now and in many roles and contexts.

     Here are some things I have learned:

     First, the process by which violence operates as a system is the same for all spheres of action and levels of scale; within personal and social contexts and in intimate relationships and families as well as nations and historical civilizations.

     The precondition of violence as hate crime, and of both tyranny and terror,

is overwhelming and generalized fear as shaped by submission to authority.

     Structures and figures of authorized power feed on fear and hate, grow stronger by the cycle of power and violence and the negative emotions and forces of darkness to which they give form and through which they subjugate others.

     We must question, expose, mock, and challenge authority whenever it comes to claim us. These are the Four Primary Duties of a Citizen.

      Victory or Death; so said George Washington at the Battle of Trenton of the Revolution against tyranny and the idea that some persons are by right of birth better than others.

     Victory or Death; so must we ever answer tyrants and those who would enslave us.

     Let us be unconquered, masterless, and free; let us answer tyranny with resistance, control with anarchy and civil disobedience, conformity with transgression, and division with solidarity.

     Let us answer hate with love and fear with our faith in each other; let us reach out across our boundaries and become better than we now are, let us join together and break the chain of lies which binds us through our most atavistic passions to enslavement by authority and addiction to power.

     Let us dethrone authority and abandon power over others for an empowered self-ownership of identity; that we may reinvent how to be human as autonomous individuals, through and for one another in glorious diversity, democracy, and a free society of equals.

    Let us be Bringers of Chaos, joy, transformation, and revolution.

     As I wrote in my journal of May 29 2023, This Memorial Day, Let Us Send No Armies to Enforce Virtue, But to Liberate Only; We remember the valor and sacrifice of our sacred dead on this Memorial Day, of those killed in action and all those who served in defense of our liberty and equality and in solidarity with that of others against the malign forces of racism and fascism, tyranny and terror, from the beginning of our day of recognition of the Union soldiers and Abolitionists who died in the Civil War fighting a human trafficking syndicate which had declared itself a nation answerable to no civilized law, and since its proclamation as a national holiday all those who died in our endless and terrible wars including the First and Second World Wars and thereafter to free the world of fascist imperialism, terror, and the darkness of organized violence, and all others who have died to achieve the dream of a free society of equals, whether in uniform or not, on the battlefields of civilizational conflicts or as victims of white supremacist terror, at Gettysburg 1863, Normandy 1944, Charlottesville 2017, the January 6 Insurrection 2021, Ukraine and World War Three ongoing now, and countless others.

      In America and throughout the world, Confederate-Nazi revivalism and fascist tyranny once again emerges from the darkness to subjugate us, and this we must resist.

     There is an iconic conversation between George Washington, about to be hanged, and Mick Rory who has come from the future to rescue him in Legends of Tomorrow, Season Two Episode 11 Turncoat; and in this historical moment wherein the fate of democracy and humankind hang in the balance, I answer now with the words of Mick, no one’s idea of a hero or even of a good man but my idea of a man like myself, of an American as national identity, and of becoming human as a path of resistance to tyranny, seizure of power and freedom, and revolutionary struggle.

    “ Washington: I’ve been a soldier since I was twenty years old. But our cause is the cause of all men. To be treated equally, regardless of hereditary privilege. We must prove to the world that you don’t need a title to be a gentleman. The British may be dishonorable, but I am not. By my death, I will prove to the Crown what it means to be an American.

     Mick: You don’t know the first thing about being an American. We’re misfits. Outcasts. And we’re proud of it. If they attack in formation, we pop ’em off from the trees. If they challenge you to a duel, you raid their camp at night. And if they’re gonna hang you, then you fight dirty. And you never, ever, give up. That’s the American way.”

    We live now in such a time of decision, in which tyranny and liberty play for the fate of humankind.

    World War Three began its European theatre of operations with the conquest of Crimea from Ukraine in 2014, much as the Second World War began with fascist conquests of Spain and Manchuria, and broadened with general invasion of Ukraine last year, as a development of the conflict between Turkey and Russia for imperial dominion of the Middle East and the Mediterranean with the Russian intervention in Syria and Libya in 2015 and in the Nagorno-Karabakh Civil War of 2020; Russia also began a campaign of colonialism in sub-Saharan Africa in 2016, operates Sudan and Belarus as client states, and invaded Kazakhstan to support a proxy tyrant with brutal repression during the revolt of January 2022. Here in America of course Russia’s star agent, Our Clown of Terror, Traitor Trump, captured the state as its President during the Stolen Election of 2016, and began systematically attacking the values, ideals, systems, structures, and institutions of democracy.

     We are winning in that we have exposed our enemies for what they are and delegitimized them, but the fight is not yet won, not in Ukraine and not in America.

     Twenty four centuries ago Pericles of Athens said of the heroes of democracy; “Not only are they commemorated by columns and inscriptions, but there dwells also an unwritten memorial of them, graven not on stone but in the hearts of men.”

     On this Memorial Day let us cherish and exalt the gift of liberty given to us by our fellows, elders, and ancestors, and by all those throughout history who have answered those who would enslave us with defiance and resistance.

     Such is our legacy as a Band of Brothers, sisters, and others united by our refusal to submit to force and control, in our struggle for one another as Antifascists and antiracists, and as Americans but also as human beings who hold the universality of our condition above any divisions of otherness, and perform our uniqueness within the limitless diversity of our community of humankind.

     As such it remains among our highest principles that we accord others those universal rights which we claim for ourselves, that each of us must possess the right to imagine and become human as a free choice in a community of autonomous individuals, and that we are committed to our common defense of those rights of ownership of identity, freedom of conscience in our faith, and of bodily autonomy which define what is human.

     America was founded as an anti-imperialist and anti-colonialist revolutionary experiment in forging a society free of the conceit of aristocratic feudalism that some of us are by nature better than others, and to redress injustices perpetrated against the many by the few.

     While in the course of revolutionary struggle and the resistance to tyranny  we may find just cause for action in our defense or the defense of others, there is never any justification for wars of imperialist aggression nor to secure strategic resources such as oil or any economic colonialist thievery, nor for wars of dominion or the conquest and assimilation of cultures different from our own. Different is neither better nor worse, merely an opportunity to learn new ways of being human together that we might become better than we were alone.

     Let us send no armies to enforce virtue, but to liberate as a guarantor of our universal human rights and the principles of democracy as a free society of equals; freedom, equality, truth, and justice.

      So I wrote two years ago, when I still hoped for a Restoration of America. But much has changed.

     We now face near certain odds of six to eight centuries of total global war and nationalist tyranny, an age of civilizational collapse ending with the extinction of humankind. As a teenager sorting the primary trauma of my death on Bloody Thursday, March 15 1969 People’s Park Berkeley, when I was hurled from my body by the force wave a police grenade and beheld myriads of possible futures as I stood outside of time, I calculated the chances of human survival among our possible futures as great as twelve and as few as two in one hundred; as of now we have passed a point of no return. I cannot foresee any chance of the survival of democracy nor of humankind beyond the next thousand years. We fight now, like the Romani who rebelled at Auschwitz, only to choose the manner of our deaths. I will not go quietly.

      The question now is whether all that we have lived and dreamed, we humans will be utterly erased and become nothing or if something like ourselves will one day discover the ruins of our civilization, and begin to wonder and to question.

     But I could be wrong, and unable to envision possibilities which may still save us. For this chance we must resist, and unite in solidarity against our dehumanization by those who would enslave us.

      Every moment of delay, appeasement, bargaining with our head in the lion’s mouth of the Fourth Reich, and failure to purge our destroyers from among us brings us nearer our doom. But every act of Resistance lets us claw back something of our humanity from the darkness, if only for a time.

     We fight now not to defeat the enemy, for our annihilation is as certain as that of the Old Gods before the tide of the Giants of Frost and Old Night when entropy swallows the universe, but to remain Unconquered; like Jacob wrestling the angel in defiance of unstoppable forces or Hemingway’s hero in The Old Man and the Sea fighting to the last. For this is our victory, this refusal to submit, a victory of the human among endless chasms of the Abyss, and it cannot be taken from us.

      The American Revolution is an ongoing process, not only an event of two and a half centuries ago but also occurring now, and without end. This is the America I believe in and fight for; one which ceaselessly adapts, changes boundaries into interfaces, and exalts our humanity.

     Where do we find ourselves now, in this moment of decision and constellation of Rashomon Gate Events which converge upon us? How did we arrive here, at the Gates of Auschwitz with the evil leering clown Trump bearing the key? And how might we unwind this fate?

     In America we have tracked and for a brief time brought to justice the deniable assets of the Republican Party and the criminal and treasonous Trump regime in the January 6 Insurrection, but not its high command, nor its conspirators in Congress, nor its propagandists, nor the plutocrats and elites who fund and benefit from it all. Our institutions of Law have failed us, captured or subverted by the enemy as is the Supreme Court, and we must look beyond the law for a Reckoning and our survival.

     Law serves power, order appropriates, and there is no just authority.

     In Ukraine the free world hesitates to confront a Russian empire which uses terror, genocide, and threat of nuclear annihilation in its mad conquest, while in America, Europe, and throughout the world the guarantors of democracy are being destabilized and captured by fascist tyrannies, and those which remain have abandoned our universal human rights in complicity with Israel in the genocide of the Palestinians. Here appeasement works as well as it did for Chamberlain in World War One, which is not at all, and when someone tells you as did Hitler in 1938 “This is my last territorial demand”, he who trusts the lie is about to become extinct. Ukraine and Palestine are tests of our solidarity and will, and like the 1939 invasion of Poland a gate to the conquest of Europe and the fall of civilization, a line from which there can be no retreat, if we are to salvage something of our humanity from the darkness.

     To quote the lines of Winston Churchill in the magnificent film Darkest Hour, which the historical figure never said; “You cannot reason with a Tiger when your head is in its mouth.”

     On this Fourth of July, which finds us prisoners of a captured state led by a mad idiot traitor, Nazi revivalist, Rapist In Chief, and Russian agent whose mission is the subversion of democracy and the dismantling of the institutions of our common welfare, figurehead of a Fourth Reich of white supremacist terror and theocratic patriarchal sexual terror and bankrolled by plutocrats who wish to destroy our capacity for mercy, fracture our solidarity as a Band of Brothers and our duty of care for each other, degrade our humanity, enslave us, and turn us into commodities in service to their wealth and power in parallel with the Fourth Reich’s theft of our citizenship and transformation into subjects rather than co owners of the state, I think now of my family motto, Victory or Death, Washington’s password during the Battle of Trenton which followed the Crossing of the Delaware.

     We began thus, in a desperate gamble to seize the future, which found reflection in the landing at Normandy on D Day to liberate the world from Nazi tyranny in the most terrible war the world has ever known, a war to define our humanity and who has the power to do so, a war for the future possibilities of becoming human. And we find ourselves here again.

      We inhabit this space at all times, at the Gate of Decision; for this is what it means to be human.

     I close my interrogation of America and the legacies of our history with a reference to the line in Shakespeare’s Julius Caesar underlined by Nelson Mandela at Robbin Island to authorize direct action against the Apartheid regime, in circumstances and imposed conditions of struggle very like those we face now in America and much of the world, which we must meet with seizure of power and revolutionary struggle against state tyranny and terror and systems of oppression.

     Sic Semper Tyrannis, friends.

Victory or Death: Washington Crosses the Delaware by Emanuel Leutze, 1851.

      The future to which Trump has led us; The Gates of Auschwitz.

     To make an idea about a kind of people is an act of violence. No matter where you begin with ideas of otherness and belonging, you always end up at the Gates of Auschwitz.

     But we are not fated to enter here, and as Dante warns us at the Gates of Hell to Abandon Hope. We can Resist, and in so doing choose differently.

Joy to balance the terror of our nothingness:

Tom Petty And The Heartbreakers – I Won’t Back Down (Official Music Video)

    Here is the book that reminded me who we are, we Americans, and what’s worth fighting for;

1632, Eric Flint

              References cited in my essay:

Darkest Hour

DC’s Legends of Tomorrow “Turncoat” Season 2 Episode 11

https://www.history.com/news/patrick-henrys-liberty-or-death-speech-240-years-ago

The Old Man and the Sea, Ernest Hemingway

The Winter Soldiers: The Battles for Trenton and Princeton,

by Richard M. Ketchum

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/937778.The_Winter_Soldiers

George Washington’s Surprise Attack: A New Look at the Battle That Decided the Fate of America, by Phillip Thomas Tucker

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18210968-george-washington-s-surprise-attack

The Collected Tales of Nikolai Gogol by Nikolai Gogol

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/252981.The_Collected_Tales_of_Nikolai_Gogol

The Metamorphosis by Franz Kafka

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/485894.The_Metamorphosis

Rashōmon and Seventeen Other Stories by Ryūnosuke Akutagawa

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/35206.Rash_mon_and_Seventeen_Other_Stories

Rhinoceros and Other Plays by Eugène Ionesco

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/323823.Rhinoceros_and_Other_Plays

Letters From An American

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