May 20 2025 On Femicide As the Terminal Stage of Misogyny and Systems of Patriarchal Theocratic Sexual Terror

      Holocausts, Inquisitions, Crusades, witch hunts, lynchings, slavery, wars of imperial conquest and dominion; none of this begins with mass death and terror, but with the othering of some as the raw materiel for the wealth and power of elites, with divisions of identity and fascisms of blood, faith, and soil, and most especially with the idea of male privilege, our most ancient and universal system of unequal power and oppression.

     Recently I unfriended someone I went to high school with and just a few days ago reconnected with here on Facebook; I identified him as who he represented himself as because he led with something only the two of us knew. But his profile and history were empty, so I didn’t really know who he is now or his story over the last decades.

     After a few exchanges of conversation he wrote a misogynist hate speech comment about a female who I had reposted as a hero in calling out Trump. My immediate reply was, this is where we part company. So why am I writing about this in reference to this article? Because hate speech precedes, normalizes, enables, valorizes and legitimates hate crimes.

     The guy who calls a woman a term intended to minimize her power will one day kill if unchecked. Silence is complicity, and failing to call someone on their behavior grants permission. Every teacher and parent knows this is how you create rules about what is allowed, by failing to consequent a behavior you do not wish to be repeated. We must do this as friends also; run limit setting therapy, deauthorize hate, and disengage when from contact when necessary to remain safe or avoid rewarding acts we cannot permit or be associated with.

      Hate speech, which seeks to harm a class of persons, is the only exception to the right of free speech as parrhesia, the sacred calling to expose injustice, and the independence of journalism as a sacred calling to seek the truth, for hate speech dehumanizes others as a criminal theft of citizenship and identity which violates our ideals of equality and liberty; hate speech is an act of tyranny and terror which is subversive to democracy as a free society of equals..

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

     Hate speech is a red line, and has no place in open debate or the free market and exchange of ideas. It is an attempt to subjugate both its targets and those it claims to speak for as a primary strategy of fascism, and it is an instrument of othering.

      In this case it was sexual in nature, but this is also true generally as a tool of systems of oppression. And it gets worse from there, as disempowerment and dehumanization becomes abuse and in its terminal form femicide.

       This is where misogyny leads; as written by Arwa Mahdawi in The Guardian, in an article entitled The livestreamed killing of an influencer could be femicide – a misunderstood crisis: Much remains uncertain about Valeria Márquez’s death. But it shines a light on a universal issue; “Valeria Márquez was killed in one of the most horrifically public ways possible. On Tuesday evening, the 23-year-old Mexican social media influencer, who had built up a large following with videos about beauty and makeup, was recording a TikTok livestream in the beauty salon where she worked in Jalisco, a state in west-central Mexico. A man entered the establishment and, with her video still running, shot her dead.

     Many details of the case are still unclear. However, Márquez’s death is being investigated as a femicide, according to a statement by the Jalisco state prosecutor.

     Femicide is defined as the intentional killing of a woman or girl with gender-related motivations. (The term for killing males because of their sex, something that has occurred during war and genocide, is androcide.)

   While femicide is a universal and age-old issue, it is poorly understood. It is also sometimes willfully misunderstood by some men’s rights activists, who like to argue that it is a nonexistent problem because men make up the majority of victims (and perpetrators) of homicide. So it’s worth spelling out the parameters of femicide. If a woman is killed in a robbery gone wrong, that’s (probably) not femicide. If she is killed by an ex-boyfriend who views women as the property of men rather than autonomous human beings, that’s femicide. “Honour”-related killings are also obviously femicide.

     We are missing a lot of data on femicide. “Too many victims of femicide still go uncounted: for roughly four in 10 intentional murders of women and girls, there is not enough information to identify them as gender-related killings because of national variation in criminal justice recording and investigation practices,” UN Women wrote in a report last year.

     Naming the problem – understanding why femicide is different from homicide – is important, because it helps us solve it. If more institutions took misogyny and domestic violence seriously, we’d see fewer dead women. A report by the World Health Organization notes, for example, that “stronger gun laws related to men previously cited for or convicted of intimate partner abuse are of particular importance in reducing rates of femicide”.

     Justice for Márquez doesn’t just involve finding her killer and ensuring they are punished. If this was femicide, it means being very clear about the misogyny that led to her death. It means holding all the lawmakers and institutions that perpetuate this misogyny to account. Justice means understanding that her death wasn’t some sort of tragic one-off, but part of a far larger problem.

     “If I die, I want a loud death,” the Palestinian photojournalist Fatima Hassouna wrote on social media shortly before she was killed by an Israeli airstrike this year. “I don’t want to be just breaking news, or a number in a group, I want a death that the world will hear, an impact that will remain through time … ”

     That quote has haunted me ever since I read it. So many women who die premature and violent deaths die quiet deaths. They become statistics. Márquez must not just become another femicide statistic. Let her death, which has shone a spotlight on femicide, be loud. Let it have an impact that will remain through time.”

      Go not quietly, friends.

     This is an endemic and pervasive problem in Mexico, Latin America, and other patriarchal cultures because it is a design feature of patriarchy and a benefit to its apex predators as immunity for crimes against women; this is the purpose of unequal power, to create and enforce elite hegemonies of wealth, power, and privilege.

      So the murder of a woman to steal her power is sadly far from unique, though the livestreamed murder of a beauty influencer is certainly shocking and horrific.

      But neither is resistance and the solidarity of women in liberation struggle against patriarchy as a system of oppression unique.

      As I wrote in my post of November 26 2019, Song of the Revolution: the performance of Chilean women protesting rape culture and the patriarchy encompasses Latin America; In a courageous performance of solidarity and defiance of authority, Chilean women have created a viral Song of the Revolution in a street theatre of sung and danced protest, A Rapist in Your Path, which references the atrocities and sexual terror of the Chilean police and government both now and under Pinochet, but also challenges rape culture and the Patriarchy and as such has rapidly spread across Latin America and the world.

     Maybe the Girl Scouts should offer merit badges in close quarters combat and small unit tactics.

     As Charis McGowan writes in The Guardian, “The song was written by Lastesis, a feminist theatre group based in the city of Valparaíso, who credited Chile’s women protesters for helping spread the work around the world.”

     The group’s members are “Paula Cometa”, “Sibila Sotomayor, Daffne Valdés, and Lea Cáceres.”

    “A Rapist in Your Path is based on the work of the Argentinian theorist Rita Segato, who argues that sexual violence is a political problem, not a moral one.”

    “The lyrics describe how institutions – the police, the judiciary and political power structures – uphold systematic violations of women’s rights: “The rapist is you/ It’s the cops/ The judges/ The state/ The president.”

    “Another section repudiates the many ways that women are blamed for falling victim to sexual violence (“And it’s not my fault / nor where I was / nor what I wore”) before concluding: “The rapist is you.”

     As I wrote in my post of June 2 2024, Victory Mexico: In Celebration of President Claudia Sheinbaum; We celebrate victory for the people of Mexico in the election of her new President Claudia Sheinbaum. This is historic both for Mexico and the world; in the heart of patriarchal darkness and the psychopathy of macho violence as a system of control and oppression, her people have elected a woman. If Mexico can do this for herself, what can all of us together do in solidarity and liberation struggle?

     Mexico is now a world leader in human rights and gender equality. Though her predecessor was admirable and a man of great heart and vision.

     How does one balance two truths which contradict each other?

     First I wish to offer eulogy for the historic Presidency of AMLO, who with all of his very human flaws remains a man who placed his life in the balance with those of the powerless and the dispossessed, the silenced and the erased, all whom Frantz Fanon called The Wretched of the Earth, and whose legacy includes the restoration of the Revolution in Mexico.

     A thousand Trumps cannot equal him; my hope for our common future is that Mexico herself will live up to his example.

     Truth is in the details, to paraphrase the idiom which originated with  Gustave Flaubert as “Le bon Dieu est dans le détail”, and herein my next step in the problematization of this event is to contextualize it in terms of the history of Mexico and what Rita Segato called “the colonialization of power” as an imposed condition of revolutionary struggle.

     As I wrote in my post of November 21 2020, Hope and Struggle: Mexico;

 Yesterday we celebrated the one hundred tenth anniversary of the Mexican Revolution; I cooked Oaxacan cuisine, a vestigial skill of my adventures as an ally of the Zapatista Revolt in the mid 1990’s, and there was music and dancing, if only that of my partner Theresa and myself under the glittering stars of our mountain home.

     It has also been two years since the great reformer AMLO was elected President of Mexico as a figure of our hope for the future, one of many successive waves of revolutionary struggle to engulf the nation in the century and more since the Revolution of 1910, and it is to the historical dialectics of hope and struggle that my thoughts now turn.

     Claudio Lomnitz has charted the course of that history in his brilliant article in Jacobin, The Mexican Revolution Is Not Dead; “The Mexican Revolution erupted 110 years ago today, as ordinary Mexicans rebelled against despotism and inequality. Before it was over, the country’s agrarian oligarchy had been destroyed.

     The Mexican Revolution began 110 years ago, in response to a formal invitation. It then slowly unfurled into an uncontrollable mess. Its leader, the gentlemanly Francisco Madero, issued the summons in his Plan de San Luis: “On November 20, from 6 p.m. on, all citizens of the Republic shall take up arms to overthrow the authorities that currently govern us.”

     “Mr and Mrs Madero kindly request your distinguished presence for the initiation of the Mexican Revolution; please RSVP at your local Anti-Reelection Committee,” it may well have read.

     Except that rather than summoning a much-hoped-for, oh-so-civil civil society, Madero’s call was answered by a cast of characters that has contributed to making Hollywood a more diverse kind of place: bandit heroes like Pancho Villa; a villanous coup-plotting gringo ambassador; and Francisco Madero himself, who received his marching orders at séances, from the spirit of his long-departed little brother, Raúl. And then there was also the arch-traitor, alcoholic and second Indian president of Mexico, General Victoriano Huerta, who had his boss, the mild-mannered Madero, killed; and the ancient patriarch general Porfirio Díaz, who had the folly of seeking reelection for the eigth time (when is enough enough?). The list still goes on and on . . . peasant leaders like Emiliano Zapata; wily schemers like Venustiano Carranza . . . All locked in a fight to survive, or to kill one another off — for, like Chronos, the Mexican Revolution devoured all of its children.

     The Revolution put Mexico’s contradictions on display, for all the world to see. It was a modern war, but unlike the First World War, with which it was contemporaneous, the Mexican Revolution’s modernity sometimes let off a cheap, secondhand aroma. Its most prized gun was not the Krupp’s astonishing “Big Bertha,” but rather the “carabina .30-30” of lore. These guns were purchased from the US Army’s stock of leftovers from the Spanish-American War of 1898. Still, knockoffs and all, the Mexican Revolution was a modern war, yet it served to upend the painstakingly cultivated image of modernity that had been nursed during thirty years of dictatorship (the “Porfiriato”). The positivist dream of Mexican evolution was shattered by crowds of sombreroed peasants, and soldadera women, wrapped in their rebozos atop the transport trains, slapping tortillas, and sleeping or fighting with the soldiers. From a symbolic point of view, the Mexican Revolution was the world’s biggest jacquerie.”

     “On the other hand, thanks to widespread agrarian reform, the Mexican Revolution successfully destroyed Mexico’s agrarian oligarchy, and it was the first country to nationalize its oil industry. The Revolution also destroyed the old Federal Army, and so Mexico became one of the rare Latin American countries not to have military coups in the twentieth century. These and other major accomplishments have generated hesitations regarding what history’s veredict on the twentieth century’s first social revolution should be.

     Even so, by the 1960s, many intellectuals were saying that the revolution was dead. It seemed to be dead, in any case, but then the neoliberal reforms of the 1980s brought it back to life. Privatization, democratic reform, and state shrinkage allowed the revolution to migrate from the state to the opposition, a process that culminated in 1988, with the annnointment of Cuauhtémoc Cárdenas, son of Lázaro Cárdenas, and former PRI governor as its candidate for the presidency. Along with Cárdenas, Zapata, Villa, and the rest of the revolutionary pantheon migrated to one opposition or another. Thus, in 1994, an indigenous rebellion rocked the southern state of Chiapas, and it took up Zapata’s name and cause. The Zapatistas also revived the symbolic topography of the revolution and made it their own.

     More recently, Andrés Manuel López Obrador’s Movimiento de Renovación Nacional (“MORENA,” which is now a political party) named its newspaper Regeneración, after Flores Magón’s famous journal, while AMLO has been at pains to identify neoliberalism with the Porfiriato, and himself with Franciso Madero.

     The Mexican Revolution, then, is not dead. But is it alive? That’s harder to say, because it has died and been revived several times, often lingering as a ghost. Maybe this is because, despite its many sinister and farcical elements, the Mexican Revolution was, in the end, tragic — a concatenation of events that was bigger even than its heroes and villains. For this reason, it still occasionally offers models for contestation and self-fashioning, much as the French Revolution once did.”

     Which brings us up to the present moment, with AMLO beset with enemies, enemies in the guise of friends like America and the plutocratic elites whose wealth rests on the de facto slavery of illegal migrant labor and weaponized disparity and racism, and allies with questionable motives who are unreliable, like a majestic lion surrounded by ravenous hyenas.

     As written by Andres Manuel Lopez Obrador himself in the essay Privatization Is Theft, from the book A New Hope for Mexico published in the year of his election as President; “In terms of our collective wellbeing, the politics of pillage has been an unmitigated disaster. In economic and social affairs, we’ve been regressing instead of moving forward. But this is hardly surprising: the model itself is designed to favor a small minority of corrupt politicians and white-collar criminals. The model does not seek to meet the needs of the people, or to avoid violence and conflict; it seeks neither to govern openly nor honestly. It seeks to monopolize the bureaucratic apparatus and transfer public goods to private hands, making claims that this will somehow bring about prosperity.

     The result: monstrous economic and social inequality. Mexico is one of the countries with the greatest disparities between wealth and poverty in the world. According to a 2015 article written by Gerardo Esquivel, a professor at the College of Mexico and a Harvard graduate, 10 percent of Mexicans control 64.4 percent of the national income, and 1 percent own 21 percent of the country’s wealth. But most significantly, inequality in Mexico deepened precisely during the neoliberal period. Privatization allowed it to thrive.

     It’s also important to make note of the following statistic: in July 1988, when Carlos Salinas was imposed as president on the Mexican people through electoral fraud, only one Mexican family sat on the Forbes list of the world’s richest people — the Garza Sada family, with $2 billion to their name. By the end of Salinas’s term in office, twenty-four Mexicans had joined the list, owning a combined total of $44.1 billion. Nearly all had made off with companies, mines, and banks belonging to the people of Mexico. In 1988, Mexico sat at twenty-sixth place on a list of countries with the most billionaires; by 1994, Mexico was in fourth place, just beneath the United States, Japan, and Germany.

     As is readily observed, economic inequality today is greater than it was in the 1980s, and perhaps greater than the periods before, though a lack of accurate records makes such comparisons difficult. Although Esquivel doesn’t highlight it, inequality skyrocketed during Salinas’s term, when the transfer of public goods to private hands was at its most intense. Under Salinas, the divide between rich and poor deepened like never before. Salinas is the godfather of modern inequality in Mexico.

     It’s clear, then, that privatization is not the panacea that its proponents would have us believe. If it were, beneficial effects would by now be visible. At this juncture it’s fair to ask neoliberalism’s supporters: how have Mexicans benefited from the privatization of the telecommunications system? Is it a mere coincidence that, in terms of price and quality, both phone and internet service in Mexico rank seventieth worldwide, far below other members of the OECD?

     What social benefits has the media monopoly conferred — other than to its direct beneficiaries, who have amassed tremendous wealth in exchange for protecting the corrupt regime, through brazenly slanted coverage of opposition candidates? What have we gained through the privatization of [Mexican state railroad company] Ferrocarriles Nacionales in 1995, if twenty-plus years later these outside investors haven’t built new train lines, and can charge whatever they want for transport?

     How have we benefited from the leasing out of 240 million acres, 40 percent of the country (Mexico has 482 million acres total) for the extraction of gold, silver, and copper? Mexican miners earn, on average, sixteen times less than those in the United States and Canada. Companies in this field have extracted in five short years as much gold and silver as the Spanish Empire took in three centuries. Most outrageously, up until recently they were extracting these minerals untaxed. In short, we are living through the greatest pillage of natural resources in Mexico’s history.

     This destructive policy has done nothing for the country. Statistics show that in the past thirty years we’ve failed to advance. To the contrary, in terms of economic growth we’ve fallen behind even an impoverished country like Haiti. The only constant has been economic stagnation and unemployment, which has forced millions of Mexicans to migrate or to make a living through the informal economy, if not resorting to crime. Half of the population is precariously employed with no safety net.

     The widespread abandonment of agriculture, lack of job or educational prospects for our youth, and spiraling unemployment has resulted in insecurity and violence that have taken millions of lives. In the magazine Mundo Ejecutivo, Alejandro Desfassiaux reports that “the National Institute of Statistics and Geography (INEGI) and the National Registry of Disappeared or Lost Persons (RNPED) reported over 175,000 homicides and 26,798 instances of missing people between 2006–2015.” As Desfassiaux puts it, “this violence affected countless others when family members are included.”

     For these reasons, it’s illogical to think we can end corruption through the same neoliberal political and economic approach that has so patently failed in the past. To the contrary, until there’s a deep and sustained change, Mexico will continue its decline. Our present course is unsustainable, and we are nearing the point of complete collapse.

     Our political economy today echoes the failures of the Porfiriato period at the end of the nineteenth century, when the prosperity of a few was placed above the needs of the many. That failed experiment culminated in armed revolution. The need to topple the PRIAN oligarchy and their ilk has never been greater, just as happened with Porfirio Díaz. But this time around we will not descend into violence, acting rather through a revolution of conscience, through an awakening and an organization of the pueblo to rid Mexico of the corruption that consumes it.

     In short: instead of the neoliberal agenda, which consists of the appropriation for the few, we must create a new consensus that prioritizes honesty as a way of living and governing, and regains the great material, social, and moral wealth that was once Mexico’s. We should never forget the words of José María Morelos two hundred years ago: “Alleviate both indigency and extravagance.”

    We must ensure that the democratic state, through legal means, distributes Mexico’s wealth equitably, subject to the premise that equal treatment cannot exist without equal access, and that justice consists of giving more to he or she who has less.”

     Next I turn to our future, and as we emerge from the legacies of our history I say now what I once said to the wife of a poetry professor in regard to the great classics of literature and their authors; There are those who must be kept and those from whom we must escape, and if we are very lucky they are not always the same. Anne Rice that was, who used the idea of Those Who Must Be Kept in her novels and modeled her character of Mael on myself.

     As I wrote in my post of March 9 2020, Three Stories of the Woman’s Day March in Mexico Which Became a Revolt: Defiance, Seizure of Power, and Victory; Eighty thousand women in Mexico City marched against femicide and gender based violence this Sunday in a triumphant reprise of the Valentines Day march which was met with police repression, this time overwhelming the police sent to club them into submission in a stunning victory over patriarchal state terror. But this is not the story here.

     Demonstrations on International Woman’s Day and a following 24 hour Day Without a Woman strike Monday, echoes of Aristophanes’ Lysistrata thundering across the centuries like a lightning strike, erupted into revolt as tens of thousands of women stormed the Presidential Palace and firebombed it with molotov cocktails, demanding that Amlo break his wall of silence and listen to their calls for government action to end the killings and transform the culture of patriarchy and toxic masculinity which has plunged the nation into a cauldron of death and sexual terror. This is almost the story, the one we must tell future generations of this day.

     No, the story here is just this; ten women are murdered each day in Mexico, victims of a patriarchy which has until now run unchecked and without accountability. And this the women of Mexico will tolerate no more, and are holding their government responsible for their lives.

     So I wrote four years ago, as the anti femicide and violence against women riots seized Mexico and brought it to a standstill for a crucial moment, and though patriarchy as a system of oppression is as ancient as what we call civilization and as powerful as any other tyranny with the authorization of theocracy, and is also the among the most pervasive of multigenerational criminal conspiracies, the women of Mexico broke the wall of silence and began a great reckoning for a moral disease older than the Hanging of the Maids in Homer’s Ulysses.

     In President Claudia Sheinbaum, the women of Mexico have a champion let us rejoice and celebrate this seizure of power, and also stand in solidarity to bring change to the Patriarchy for all humankind.

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

Performance colectivo Las Tesis “Un violador en tu camino”

The War Against Women, Rita Segato

A New Hope for Mexico: Saying No to Corruption, Violence, and Trump’s Wall,

Andrés Manuel López Obrador

The livestreamed killing of an influencer could be femicide – a misunderstood crisis, Arwa Mahdawi

Mexican beauty influencer shot dead during TikTok live stream

https://www.theguardian.com/world/2025/may/14/mexican-beauty-influencer-killed-tiktok

Murder of Colombian model sparks outrage over rising femicides

Trump is using his assault on government to retaliate against women

Judith Levine

‘The only healing will be through justice’: Pulitzer winner Cristina Rivera Garza on femicide in Mexico

https://www.theguardian.com/books/article/2024/may/14/pulitzer-winner-cristina-rivera-garza-femicide-in-mexico-lilianas-invincible-summer

Liliana’s Invincible Summer: A Sister’s Search for Justice, Cristina Rivera Garza

The Penelopiad, Margaret Atwood

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/17645.The_Penelopiad?ref=nav_sb_ss_1_10

Lysistrata, Aristophanes

‘Femicide nation’: murder of young woman casts spotlight on Mexico’s gender violence crisis

‘Nowhere is safe’: Colombia confronts alarming surge in femicides

https://www.nbcnews.com/news/latino/hell-women-mexico-women-strike-march-against-gender-killings-sexual-n1153081

https://www.theguardian.com/world/2020/feb/14/mexico-femicide-protest-ingrid-escamilla

March 15 2025 Women’s History Month: Feminism as Revolutionary Struggle and a Reimagination of Humankind and our Historical Civilization
https://torchofliberty.home.blog/2025/03/15/march-15-2025-womens-history-month-feminism-as-revolutionary-struggle-and-a-reimagination-of-humankind-and-our-historical-civilization/

May 19 2025 Beauty and Ugliness, Horror and Wonder, and the Limits of the Human: Case of the Kristi Noem Television Commerical For Homeland Security’s White Supremacist Terror

      We are surprised now and again with the unlooked for juxtaposition of the beautiful, the ugly, and the strange, like a fiery chili heart in a Mexican candy on the side of wonderful surprises, or on the side of horrible surprises reaching out to hold a frightened comrade’s hand as the world shatters under artillery fire to discover its just the hand that’s left.

      Yemen that last was, as Trump ordered the bombardment of our positions in the counter blockade of Israel’s blockade of humanitarian aid to Palestine on March 19, exactly as had Biden last year. Tyranny has traded masks in our elections, but the abandonment of our principle of universal human rights has not changed, if it was ever true.

      Ansar Allah’s glorious Resistance to our dehumanization and the depravity of an America which would buy the deaths of children with our taxes and conspire with Israel in the genocide and ethnic cleansing of Palestine in order to build a Riviera of casinos on their bones as Trump and Netanyahu together plot are become a chiaroscuro which defines us all, and the limits of the human.

      I wish I could say that all things are equal to me in this regard, horror and wonder, ugliness and beauty, but its not true, or true only in moments when I am Most Sincerely Dead and my consciousness is free from the limits of our form.

      For all that I have lived in this vast wilderness of unknowns, beyond the boundaries of the Forbidden and the limits of the human, through Rashomon Gate Events which destroy and create universes and possibilities of becoming human and fracture time like a Hobgoblin’s Broken Mirror, how little have I escaped the legacies of our history and the flags of my skin.

      But the suffering of others remains greater than my own, and our duty of care for others compels me to do what I can to help, even when it is meaningless, when it is impossible, when it can change nothing. In the end this is what defines our humanity, and it is the greatest power in the universe.

      Ours is an Absurd universe, and one wherein two contradictory things can both be true, in which the terror of our nothingness is balanced with the joy of total freedom.

      While watching Benedict Cumberbatch’s beautiful Dr Strange on television, my partner Dolly and I were confronted serially by a loathsome box of evils in Kristi Noem’s advertisement for white supremacist state terror and ethnic cleansing now ongoing by the Department of Homeland Security she commands.

      Her plastic mouth simulates human speech like a possessed Barbie doll, made of lies disguised as truths, diabolisms as virtues, an artificial and illusory beauty of surfaces which masks horrors like the justifications of our concentration camps for nonwhite people and political dissidents as security.

     Security is an illusion, law serves power, order is theft, and there is no just Authority.

      And really, Kristi, you’re as dark as some Mexicans and you poisoned your lips with botox to make them look like a black girl’s in the hope that you may deceive men into thinking them yummy, and you are leading the ethnic cleansing of America through your secret armies of police white supremacist terror? Is this because you think they will come for you last?

      No one controls such forces, once they are set in motion.

      Beneath the human mask of those who would enslave us and steal our souls, including all Republicans and any who voted for our Rapist In Chief, Nazi revivalist, and Russian agent Traitor Trump and his Theatre of Cruelty with all of his freaks and degenerate subhuman monstrosities of his regime of systems of oppression including theocratic patriarchal sexual terror, white supremacist terror, and amoral nihilistic capitalism in the grand strategic trinity of predation designed to transform us from persons to things that can be owned and fed as raw material into the machine of elite wealth and power and from citizens to subjects through processes of falsification, commodification, and dehumanization; beneath all of this lies the depravities and perversions of endless chasms of darkness, full of crawling things.

      This is why the stench of putrefaction trails Kristi Noem and all minions of Our Clown of Terror, slaves of Moloch the Seducer and Demon of Lies, and wafts a poisonous sweet candy scent into the labyrinth of the Wilderness of Mirrors with its endless echoes and reflections of propaganda, conspiracy theories, lies and illusions, bizarro worlds and reversals of meaning, and alternate realities which trap the unwary with their siren songs; for all such apologists of tyranny and fascisms of blood, faith, and soil are zombified and hollowed out.

       To be a Republican is to be like the Man of Worms in the Buffy the Vampire Slayer two part episode Whats My Line?, or Oogy Boogy Man in The Nightmare Before Christmas; a husk of human flesh utterly consumed by its own darkness and worn like a sock puppet by the horrors that possess it.

      And remember, folks, you can always tell a Republican’s secret name; its their act of treason plus their sex crime.

My Bugs! Oogy Boogey Unravels, Nightmare Before Christmas

the Man of Worms in Buffy the Vampire Slayer two part episode Whats My Line?

Season 2 episode 9

“To establish a global order based on justice for all the peoples of the world”

Senior Ansar Allah official on why Yemen fights for Gaza

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Doctor Strange in the Multiverse of Madness – Official Final Trailer

May 18 2025 Victory Over Fascism In European Elections: Poland, Romania, and Portugal Choose Democracy

      We celebrate today victories of democracy over fascism in Europe’s elections today; in Poland, crucial first line of defense against Russia’s conquest of Europe and safe haven for the Russian resistance to Putin and for the international community fighting for Ukraine beyond her boundaries, in Romania which is the gateway to the whole Danube region of central Europe from the Black Sea and her port of Constantia a stone’s throw from Odesa in Ukraine and bars the Russian invasion of Europe through that route, and in Portugal, unique in history as having liberated here own empire after the great triumph of Socialism decades ago.

     Narrow victories they are, in a gathering storm of fascism and identitarian nationalism which threatens to engulf Europe, but victories still, and one which prove that we are not defeated yet, and hope remains for a free society of equals.

      As written by Sam Jones in Madrid, Jon Henley in Bucharest, and Jakub Krupa in Warsaw in The Guardian, in an article entitled Runoffs, reruns and rightwingers: Europe’s electoral ‘super Sunday’ explained; “Millions of voters in Romania, Poland and Portugal are casting their ballots in an electoral “super Sunday” that will determine the course of their democracies at a time of heightened political, commercial and economic tensions.

     In Romania, the far-right candidate is the frontrunner in a presidential runoff, while in a deeply polarised Poland’s first-round vote, a liberal, a conservative and a far-right candidate are vying to become president.

     In Portugal, which is holding a snap legislative election just 14 months after the last vote, the status quo looks set to continue. Here’s what you need to know.

     Hasn’t Romania already had a presidential election?

    Yes. The original vote last year was annulled and its shock far-right winner disbarred amid widespread concerns over Russian interference and other irregularities. So the vote on Sunday is the second round of the second presidential election in six months.

     This time an ultranationalist, EU-critical Trump admirer is in a run-off against a centrist independent in a vote that analysts have called the most important in the country’s post-communist history.

     George Simion, 38, who sports Maga caps, promotes a socially conservative agenda and wants the “Melonisation” of Europe and to halt military aid to Ukraine, won the first round comfortably with 41% of the vote, nearly double the score of his rival.

     The second-placed Nicușor Dan, the 55-year-old mayor of Bucharest, has cast the runoff as a fight between “a pro-western and an anti-western direction for Romania”. Polls show the gap between the two narrowing, with one putting them neck and neck.

     Riding a wave of voter frustration with Romania’s mainstream parties, Simion has promised, if he wins, to appoint as prime minister Călin Georgescu, the winner of last November’s cancelled vote.

     The first-round defeat of the ruling Social Democrat-Liberal coalition’s candidate triggered the resignation of the pro-European prime minister, Marcel Ciolacu, and the de facto collapse of the government. A new coalition must now be formed.

    Analysts have said a Simion victory could lead to the country swinging sharply to the right. A confidence-and-supply deal between Simion’s AUR party, the second largest in parliament, and Coalacu’s Social Democrats is seen as a post-vote possibility, as are snap elections.

     The ballot is being closely watched by the EU, which could do without another disruptor in the region alongside Hungary and Slovakia. Also interested are nationalists – including in Washington – who accused Bucharest of trampling on democracy after the original vote was cancelled and Georgescu barred from standing in the rerun.

     Romania’s president has a semi-executive role with considerable powers over foreign policy, national security, defence spending and judicial appointments. They also represent the country, a Nato member, on the international stage and can veto important EU votes.

     Sounds pretty high-stakes. How about in Poland?

     Also high-stakes, certainly, at least, for Donald Tusk’s government. Sunday’s vote will narrow down the list of contenders to be the country’s next president, a role that carries some influence over foreign and defence policy, as well as robust powers to veto legislation passed by parliament.

     Since 2023, the country has been governed by Tusk’s Civic Coalition, an ideologically diverse and politically fragile alliance of pro-democratic parties. Its central promise has been to reverse the controversial and expansive changes pursued during the eight years of rule by the national-populist Law and Justice (PiS) party.

     But the government’s ability to deliver on these promises remained hampered by the veto power vested in the president, a position held since 2015 by Andrzej Duda, a close political ally of the ousted administration and a firm supporter of Donald Trump.

     Winning the presidential race would consolidate the government’s position and could help it fulfil some of its liberal promises on social issues such as abortion and LGBTQ+ rights.

     Having consistently led the polls, Rafał Trzaskowski, the 53-year-old centrist mayor of Warsaw and a senior member of the Civic Coalition, is the candidate to beat.

     His main rival is a 42-year-old conservative, Karol Nawrocki, who is formally independent but endorsed by PiS. The previously little-known historian hopes to offer a fresh face and a break with the populist-right government’s polarising legacy while sticking to its core messages on sovereignty, illegal migration and frustration with green policies.

     Trzaskowski and Nawrocki are almost certain to win the top two positions and go through to a runoff on 1 June.

     Sławomir Mentzen, 38, a leader of the far-right Confederation party, is the outside candidate, who briefly challenged Nawrocki for second place but has faded over the past month.

     Presenting himself as a spokesperson for a younger generation disenchanted with mainstream politics, he campaigns on a ticket of radical deregulation and tax cuts. An outspoken critic of the EU and opponent of liberalising migration, LGBTQ rightsand abortion laws, he is believed to be positioning himself for the 2027 parliamentary elections.

     What about in Portugal?

     This one is expected to bring fewer fireworks. Portugal is heading to the polls for its third snap general election in three years. The centre-right prime minister, Luís Montenegro, triggered Sunday’s vote in response to growing questions over his family’s business activities.

     Montenegro, the leader of the Democratic Alliance (AD) platform that has governed Portugal since its narrow victory in last year’s election, has come under growing scrutiny relating to a data protection consultancy that he founded in 2021 and which he transferred to his wife and sons the following year.

     Faced with questions over possible conflicts of interest, Montenegro – who has denied any wrongdoing or ethical breaches – staged a confidence vote in his administration in March, saying he wanted“to end the atmosphere of permanent insinuations and intrigues”. But he lost the vote and a fresh election was called.

     Recent polls suggest a similar result to last time, putting the AD on about 33%, the opposition Socialist party (PS) on 26% and the far-right Chega party on 17%.

     Montenegro appears likely to once again fall short of a majority – even if he strikes a deal with the small Liberal Initiative party, which is polling at about 6% – and will struggle to govern, especially if the PS makes good on its threats to oppose his legislative agenda.

     Although Montenegro has maintained his blanket ban on any deals with Chega, his government has been accused of pandering to the far right after it announced the expulsion of 18,000 irregular migrants during the election campaign. There has also been speculation that Montenegro’s own Social Democratic party could replace him with someone more amenable to working with Chega should he fail to deliver on Sunday.

     Last time round, the AD won 80 seats to the PS’s 78, while Chega, which is led by the former TV football pundit André Ventura, enjoyed a surge in support and increased its seat count from 12 to 50.”  

Centrist Warsaw mayor narrowly ahead in first round of Polish presidential race

Centrist Nicuşor Dan defeats far-right rival in Romanian presidential election

 Centre-right party wins Portuguese election as far right makes record gains

 Runoffs, reruns and rightwingers: Europe’s electoral ‘super Sunday’ explained

https://www.theguardian.com/world/2025/may/14/runoffs-reruns-and-rightwingers-europe-prepares-for-electoral-super-sunday?fbclid=IwY2xjawKYSANleHRuA2FlbQIxMQBicmlkETFqRXRORzFUdnNibU9vWkR5AR4RCp-FvMykyI6LEAJjm7v9UVdB1FHo4i4a8_SXqh6CvUguFMWewOdqCInbdQ_aem_MoFGK8OALzjIqf4jDRPbrQ

                A History of Fascism In European Elections Since 2022

June 10 2024 Fascism Begins the Capture of Europe in Her Elections

January 21 2024 In Germany And Throughout Europe, the Return of Fascism Creates Its Own Resistance As Polarization Begins the Fracture of the State

July 19 2024 Victory Britain: In the Electoral Triumph of Labour Over the Tories, Of Love Over Hate and of Hope Over Fear, Britain Reclaims Her Heart

July 7 2024 Victory France!

February 22 2025 Will the Tide of Fascism Break Or Swallow Us All?: Case of the German Elections

October 4 2024 Austria Falls As Nazi Revivalism Seizes Europe

October 23 2023 Victory Poland Turns the Tide of Fascism in Europe

July 22 2023 The Ghosts of Our Possible Futures; In Spain’s Elections, Democracy and Fascism Play For the Soul of Europe

March 16 2025 Serbia Resists Capture of the State by Putin’s Puppet Tyrant; Why Can’t We Here In America?

September 25 2022 Italy Chooses a Future Under the Shadows of Fascist Terror and Tyranny

November 26 2023 Like the Spreading Tracks of Leprosy, the Netherlands Choose Fascism

May 17 2025 Breaking the Silence, For Only Love Conquers Fear: International Day Against Homophobia, Transphobia and Biphobia

     On this day we celebrate Breaking the Silence, described on their website as “stories of hope, fear, loss and courage”.  Of this I shall merely amplify the voices immortalized in this space, for I am not a member of this community and cannot speak for them nor from within the lived experience of this history; my prefacing statement here is but a general observation.

      Our universal human rights are anchored by two which define what is human; our rights of self ownership of identity and of bodily autonomy. So also with those rights we possess as citizens of a free society of equals, which are parallel and interdependent with those derived from our natural condition, for there is no right of life, liberty, or the pursuit of happiness without our rights to choose who we are and may become and to perform our chosen identities as we prefer.

     Let us frighten the horses and perform our identities as a community of brothers, sisters, and others in a free society of equals, including all possibilities of human being as yet undreamed, which raises each other up and opens all doors to the future of our own best selves.

     As I wrote in my post of June 23 2024, Masquerade: Identities of Sex and Gender as History and Performance; A friend has written a brilliant, insightful, and very emotionally charged essay on the subject of queer identity, finding ones tribe, and being ostracized by ones role models due to the fracture and balkanization of identities of sex and gender in queer culture. To be a Painted Bird is a tragedy on the scale of a private Holocaust, and some of this seems to me to be a result of increasing specialization and siloing of LGBT subcultures, and also a shocking failure of solidarity. If those who are marginalized by normative society do not stand united, surely they will become vulnerable to silencing and erasure.

      I am not a member of this community, and can not speak from within this space, nor have I much studied what seem to be a highly diverse, nuanced, intentionally baffling and obscure as in-group coding, misdirection, and confusion, and complex set of authorized identities within the community of outlaws of sex and gender, so am utterly clueless about how such representations and choices are negotiated. I suspect this is true for many potential allies who would stand with any human who stands alone, but may not know how to do so, or recognize when someone is in pain.

     Sadly, it may be also be true for those whose awareness of desire, sexual orientation, and identities of sex and gender are emerging or in transformative processes of change, and who may feel confusion, ambiguity, and dislocation not as freedom and joy but as crisis and trauma, especially those who become aware of differences and chasms of meaning between themselves and others, and must cope with authorized identities of sex and gender as systems of oppression which manifest as isolation and disconnectedness at best and as shaming, dehumanization, and persecution at worst as consequences of negotiating identities in a social context of judgement, ridicule, and massively unequal power.

      The universal human struggle for autonomy here collides disastrously with authorized identities and a Theocratic-Patriarchal Gideonite value system which reinforces heteronormative narratives as submission to authority, in parallel with the need for belonging and membership in the quest to find a tribe within a society riven with hierarchies of exclusionary otherness, wherein our negotiations between self and others are mediated by elite hegemonic forces of dominion, whose lies and illusions, like a wilderness of funhouse mirrors, can falsify and steal our souls.  

     The awakening to total freedom as a self created being can be both wonderful and terrible. How do we safeguard that freedom? What does our duty of care for each other require of us as mentors and stewards for each other’s limitless possibilities of becoming human?

     We also have a need for another kind of work, one whose intention is to provide guidance in finding ones tribe among the full spectrum of multilayered and wonderfully diverse smorgasboard of choices available in our society now, chess pieces in a great game of human being, meaning, and value, and reveals and opens the limitless possibilities of becoming human and discovering communities of wellbeing and mutual aid which can foster such a journey of introspection for the young and curious, without authorizing a prescriptive set of identities.

     Identity is not a static frame into which one must fit oneself regardless of our pluralities; we are all pluralities, we are all in processes of change and growth, and our nature, to paraphrase Freud’s delightfully wicked phrase “polymorphously perverse”, obeys but one law; anything goes.

      Are we not both Harley Quinn and the Joker, bound together in one flesh?

      Does the range of choices act as an intrinsic limit on autonomy? If so the task of becoming human involves chaos, disruption, reimagination, and transformation, as I believe; the violation of normalities and transgression of boundaries of the Forbidden to free us of the tyranny of other people’s ideas of virtue and of authorized identities, to create limitless possibilities of becoming human as seizures of power.

     Order appropriates; Chaos autonomizes. As Guillermo del Toro wrote in Carnival Row; Chaos is the great hope of the powerless.      

    Audubon publishes a wonderful field guide to birds, which usefully describes their glorious and beautiful differences and uniqueness without suggesting it is better to be a falcon than a dove; each have a niche in the system of life, as do we all. We need a version for humans; Queer Tribes, and How to Find Yours.

     This raises the question of how we discover who we want to become. If I were designing an instrument for this purpose in terms of sexual orientation, I would base the process not on prescriptive authorization of identities like the Sorting Hat in Harry Potter, which involves both submission to authority and overdetermination as a limiting factor, and also tends to lock one in to rigid and unchanging categories of being, but on descriptive taxonomy and a tool with which I am very familiar, the Myers-Briggs Type Indicator, which could easily be modified for the discovery of identities of sex and gender.  

     Our masquerade of identities of sex and gender as culture, ethnicity, and performance can be played as a game or as live action theatre; here I offer you a ritual act of Chaos and Transformation which is useful in disrupting order and randomizing the masks we wear. Begin each new day with a set of possible selves to perform; write down three masculine and three feminine characters you know well enough to perform, roll a six sided dice to find today’s persona, and live as that character until tomorrow, when you can become someone entirely different. And regardless of who you are today, you will have five more selves in reserve.

    Such constructions of identity as performance flow from the nature of self as a development of the persona or Greek theatrical mask characters speak through; a prochronism or history expressed in our form of how we solved problems in adaptation, like the shell of a fantastic sea creature.

     Always there remains the struggle between the masks that others make for us and those we make for ourselves; this is the first revolution in which we all must fight, the struggle to create ourselves.

     And what of the underlying forces of love and desire from which such structures and figures are made?

    Milan Kundera, paraphrasing Plato in Phaidos, wrote; “Love is the longing for the half of ourselves we have lost”. To this I would add a conditional which directs us to the function of love in the construction of identity; love also reveals us to ourselves, for we choose those we love as figures of who we wish to become.

     We choose those we love and share our lives with in part because they represent potential selves and qualities we aspire to realize within ourselves, as informing and motivating sources and shaping forces. This is what it means to become human, and why interdependence is at the heart of becoming human. Our values are revealed in our circle of partners and friends.

      Love is dangerous because it is free, uncontrollable, wild. Love redeems, transforms, and reimagines; love totalizes and transcends. Love like you have laughed in the face of your executioners, because that is exactly what it is.

     As I once said to Jean Genet, it is a poor man who loves nothing beyond reason, and has no pleasures worth dying for.

    Love and desire are linked as forces beyond reason and our own control; this is why they bear redemptive and transformational power, and confer autonomy  in our self-construal and becoming human. Choice and volition have nothing to do with it; there is only the ground of struggle and seizures of power between those truths immanent in nature and written in our flesh versus the falsification of authorized identities.

    We are made of stories, both the ones we tell about ourselves and the ones others tell about us, and the first question to ask of a story is, whose story is this?

    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.

     Welcome to freedom and its wonders and terrors; to reimagination, transformation, and discovery.

     May the new truths you forge bring you joy, and don’t forget to run amok and be ungovernable.

     As I wrote in my daily journal of March 8 2021, International Women’s Day: Interrogating the Idea of Woman and Identities of Sex and Gender As Performance Art and Revolutionary Struggle; What is a woman or a man, and how are such identities constructed?

     On this International Woman’s Day, I am wondering how we define such a thing, and how our idealizations of masculine and feminine beauty shape our range of choices in the performance of ourselves.

    I am thinking of these things in the context of a conversation in which a friend described the primary trauma of realizing they were imprisoned in a body whose sex did not match their gender, and in this vulnerable space was multiply attacked on grounds of falsely identifying as female in order to appropriate female spaces of performance.

    It seems to me that trans exclusion reinforces and originates in a narrow definition of gender restricted to biology, and one which privileges morphology, signs and forms over hormones, genetics, and inner experience; this ignores free will and the inviolable principles of freedom of conscience and of self-construal, the social and historical construction of identity as a ground of being, and also perpetuates systemic inequalities and authorized identities of sex and gender.

      History, memory, identity; recursive processes of adaptation, change, reimagination, transformation, and metamorphosis whereby we become self-created and self owned beings in struggle with authorized identities and systems of unequal power and oppression.

     Gender is always fluid, relational, ambiguous, and a ground of struggle. It is also, like sexual orientation, distinct from biological sex and not a spectrum with endpoint limits but an infinite Moebius Strip where we are born and exist everywhere at once as polymorphosly perverse, to use Freud’s delicious phrase; except where identity is chosen as seizure of power or imposed by other people’s ideas of virtue, normality, the limits of the human and the boundaries of the Forbidden.

    To be an outcast is a terrible thing; but to be forced to create your own forms because you fit in no one else’s bottles can be a wonderful thing as well, though never an easy one.

    Sartre described this with the phrase; ”We are condemned to be free,” in his 1946 lecture Existentialism Is A Humanism, and what this means is that in a universe empty of all meaning and value other than that which we ourselves create, we must balance the terror of our nothingness with the joy of our total freedom.

    In such a universe, free of imposed meaning and of purpose, all rules are arbitrary and can be changed, rules which are legacies of our histories and the fictional laws of false and unjust authorities, wherein all normalities are negotiable, and the limitless possibilities of becoming human may be pursued as our uniqueness through the reimagination and transformation of poetic vision and metaphorical truths.

     Life is a performance art, and we all have one problem in common; each of us must reinvent how to be human.

     This process of becoming human or individuation is controlled by a second or historical principle; humans create themselves over time, and a third or social principle; humans create each other through their interdependence.

     Our idea of self derives from the persona, the ancient Greek theatrical mask through which characters speak, and the possibilities of becoming human are a function of the struggle between authorized identities and the self- ownership of autonomous individuals.

     Our identities, including those of sex and gender, are literally masks; social constructs and artifacts of our process of adaptation and becoming human. Herein the primary shaping, informing, and motivating source is the interface between authority and autonomy as an unknown and unclaimed potential, a blank space of limitless possibilities of the reimagination of humankind, like the places marked Here Be Dragons on our maps of human being, meaning, and value.

     As we learn from John Cage in music, Harold Pinter in theatre, and Piet Mondrian in art, it is the blank spaces which define and order meaning; and in history it is the silenced and erased voices to which we must listen most carefully, for here the emptiness speaks to us of secret power and of the key functions and relationships which authority must conceal to maintain its hegemony over us.

     Let us pay attention to the man behind the curtain.

     Always there remains the struggle between the masks that others make for us and those we make for ourselves.

     This is the first revolution in which we all must fight; the struggle to create ourselves.

     Our performance of identities of sex and gender is a theatre of possibilities, of negotiations and dances with normativity and the transgression of boundaries, of the questioning and reimagination of idealizations of masculinity and femininity, of self-creation as liberation and autonomous total freedom, a quest for our uniqueness and for the human transcendent, and of truths which are immanent in nature and written in our flesh.

    This need not be determinative or prescriptive, but a space of free creative play.

     All true art defiles and exalts.

      Are we not both Harley Quinn and the Joker, bound together in one flesh?      

Joker X Harley: Bad Things

     A map of our uniqueness within a context of community and solidarity in becoming human, and a vision of the Platonic Republic: the great film Paris Is Burning

Joseph Cassara’s House of the Impossible Beauties

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/35068748-the-house-of-impossible-beauties?ref=nav_sb_ss_1_14

Sartre’s lecture in Existentialism is a Humanism

https://wmpeople.wm.edu/asset/index/cvance/sartre

     Here are my three essays interrogating identities of sex and gender:

March 8 2024 International Women’s Day: Interrogating the Idea of Woman and Identities of Sex and Gender As Performance Art and Revolutionary Struggle, Identities of Sex and Gender Part 1 of 3

March 9 2024 A Sorting Hat of One’s Own: A General Theory of Identities of Sex and Gender as Processes and Functions of Personality, Identities of Sex and Gender Part 2

March 10 2024 Of Love and Desire as Forces of Autonomy and Liberation: Identities of Sex and Gender Part 3

        References

https://www.16personalities.com/free-personality-test

https://www.breakingthesilence.weareallout.org/

                     The Idea of Gender, a reading list

                      Ideology

 Gender Trouble: Feminism and the Subversion of Identity, Judith Butler   

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/85767.Gender_Trouble?ref=nav_sb_ss_1_14

Sexing the Body: Gender Politics and the Construction of Sexuality, Anne Fausto-Sterling

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/49427.Sexing_the_Body?ref=nav_sb_ss_1_90

                     Biography

David Bowie: A Life, Dylan Jones

 Monsieur d’Eon Is a Woman: A Tale of Political Intrigue and Sexual Masquerade by Gary Kates.

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/116094.Monsieur_d_Eon_Is_a_Woman?ref=nav_sb_ss_1_93

                 Fiction

Virginia Woolf’s Orlando

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18839.Orlando?ref=nav_sb_ss_1_24

Ursula K. Le Guin’s The Left Hand of Darkness

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18423.The_Left_Hand_of_Darkness?ref=nav_sb_ss_3_47

 Time Is the Thing a Body Moves Through, by T. Fleischmann.

May 16 2025 Refuse to Submit, and Remain Unconquered: Anniversary of the Romani Resistance at Auschwitz

     We celebrate Romani Resistance Day, in which thousands of prisoners in the Gypsy Camp of Auschwitz defied the SS and fought as a brotherhood of liberty, for their lives and one another beyond hope of victory or survival but also for the dignity of humankind and the one freedom which is never lost; to remain unconquered in refusal to submit.

     Like the Spartans at Marathon their actions on this day redeemed the chance of liberty for us all, reaffirmed our human meaning and value in the face of dehumanizing tyranny and racist genocide, and along with countless other acts of solidarity and valor among nearly every people on earth in the glorious human struggle against fascism of World War Two helped civilization win time to recognize and meet the threat of atavistic barbarism and the divisions of otherness which remain to be vanquished.

     I think of such things in terms of my own Last Stands, which recently include the defense of Mariupol in Ukraine from April 18 to March 22 2022, of Panjshir in Afghanistan from August 24 through September 8 2021, of al Quds or Jerusalem from May 10 to 21 2021 and in the ongoing Third Intifada, and since October of 2023 in the Revolutions of Burma, Haiti, and in the Gaza War and the Third Intifada for the Liberation of Palestine including the victorious Red Sea Campaign which counter blockades the Israeli blockade of humanitarian aid to Gaza, and Romani Resistance Day also coincides with the final day of the Warsaw Ghetto Uprising of which I wrote in my post of April 19.

    Herein I remember the Oath of the Resistance as given to me by Jean Genet in 1982 in Beirut, which he repurposed from that of the French Foreign Legion in Paris 1940; “We swear our loyalty to each other, to resist and yield not, and surrender not our fellows”. He said it was the finest thing he ever stole, but I often think of this in terms of a definition of the beauty of human beings; to become Unconquered and free as self created beings in refusal to submit to authority and its instruments of violence, force and control, and the repression of dissent, to refuse our dehumanization and the theft of our souls and autonomy and to do all of this in solidarity and absolute loyalty to each other.  

    As he once said to me; “Is this not the beauty of men, to resist and never yield, to cede nothing to the enemy, not love nor hope, not our history nor the chance for a future of our own choosing, neither our monstrosity nor our grandeur, nothing of our humanity nor of any human being whose life is in our power to harm or help, to live beyond all limits and all laws and to risk everything to do this for each other?”

    Should you ever find it necessary to look for idealizations of masculine beauty as compassion, loyalty, fearlessness, beyond the fetishization of violence or the addiction of power, look to examples of solidarity and our duty of care for each other in the heroism of our mutual defense, in our glorious history of resistance and liberation struggle as a Band of Brothers such as Romani Resistance Day and countless others like it. When everything else is stripped away, this is what remains, and what we truly are.

     This our common humanity, this solidarity, this United Humankind. This, this, this.

    Our choices and actions in such Defining Moments become a forge of the soul by which we may reinvent ourselves. In the end what determines the quality of our humanity and who we will become among the limitless possibilities of human being, meaning, and value and of becoming human as a seizure of power and self ownership of our identity is a simple thing, but not an easy one; how will you use your power?

    We celebrate this, and will soon celebrate Memorial Day which honors our sacred dead in wars of antifascist resistance and revolutionary struggle of liberation, in a context of historical repetition of the conditions which gave rise to the Axis powers, pandemic and economic, political, and civilizational collapse, and in the rising darkness of a global Fourth Reich of authoritarian tyrannies whose figurehead is the repulsive and abominable Traitor Trump.

    The tide of darkness, barbarism, atavisms of instinct, dehumanization, and fear weaponized by authority in service to power has begun to turn here in America with the Restoration of our democratic values and ideals during the Biden Presidency, if a deeply flawed, relative, and highly contingent and imperiled Restoration, but we have only just begun to reclaim our humanity from the jaws of fascist tyranny and terror. Much of our world still lives under its shadow, and Our Clown of Terror, Traitor Trump, and his Deplorables have won the recapture of the state and the final subversion of democracy in our performative elections; this we must resist.

     This is an evil which moves among us both brazen in the arrogance of power and privilege and unseen, like an ambush predator concealed by the lies and illusions with which it masks itself, and our greatest weapon against racism and fascism is exposure of its true face. By exposure, second of the four primary duties of a citizen among Question Authority, Expose Authority, Mock Authority, and Challenge Authority, I mean parrhesia which Michel Foucault reimagined as truth telling and of praxis or the action of our values and ideals as a sacred calling to pursue the truth; to write, speak, teach, and organize democracy as freedom, equality, truth, and justice.

     There is no better evocation of fascism as the great enemy of humankind, of the origins of evil, the brokenness of the world, and the flaws of our humanity than Jerzy Kosinski’s magisterial novel The Painted Bird and its film. Herein a child wanders in a purgatory of fear and force, perversions and cruelties, a witness of history written by a Polish Catholic who as a child refugee in Eastern Europe was often mistaken for and tortured as a Gypsy, from his childhood therapy journal.

     My mother wrote a study of psychosomatic muteness based on his novel, his childhood therapy journal, and Soviet medical records which describe his long struggle from the age to nine at Liberation to regain his power of speech at 14, and the history and stories of The Painted Bird were part of my teenage years as family conversations, which became a major informing and motivating source for my primary interest in the origins of evil and the Wagnerian Ring of fear, power, and force. I found my voice metaphorically at the age he did literally, the summer before high school in Brazil, and I saw myself in his story.

     The Painted Bird is a story of humankind and of the collapse of civilization in the twentieth century during the Second World War, but it also typifies the history of the displaced, vilified, and relentlessly persecuted and abused Romani as an iconic figure of Others, a space they share with Jewish peoples. For the Romani are the Shadow of European civilization, cast as Caliban-like figures to establish and reinforce the tyranny of our normalities and the boundaries of otherness, to whom any atrocity may be done; dehumanized as thieves, beggars, whores, categories of exclusion which serve to legitimize authority and identitarian constructions of nationalism.

     All those who are Outcasts occupy this figural space with the Romani; the powerless and the dispossessed, the silenced and the erased. And we who would become human must place our lives in the balance with them. 

     In the legacies of historical inequalities and injustices, the failure of our ideals of diversity and inclusion, and the limits of our universal human rights exposed by our persecution of Outcasts such as the Romani as our unwilling Sin Eaters, we find a measure of the distance we have yet to go to become civilized or even fully human.

     Which makes it all the more remarkable that under the weight of centuries of oppression and demonization, the heroes of the Romani Resistance did not go quietly to their deaths, but fought for one another til the end, defiant and free.  In the words of Dylan Thomas; “Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light.”

     May we all find within ourselves the will to refuse to submit to force and control, and to remain Unconquered.

      When they come for us, as those who would enslave us always have and will, let them find not a people subjugated by division, learned helplessness, and despair, but a United Humankind in which we are all of us guarantors of each other’s humanity.

     As written by Rain in Counterpunch; “May 16th, 1944, was the day Himmler’s Auschwitz Decree was to be fulfilled. Approximately 6,500 Romani victims confined in the Zigeunerlager, the “Gypsy Camp” at Auschwitz-Birkenau, were to be “liquidated.” Surrounded by the SS, the Romani refused to exit the barracks that paid mute witness to 17,000 of their relatives who had already been murdered in the gas chambers or Mengele directed “medical” experiments, worked to death as slave laborers, slowly starved, or succumbed to disease. “We’re not coming out! You come in here!” Mano Höllenreiner, then a ten-year old boy, remembered his father shouting.

     Constricted as they were by death, on this day they refused to die. Just hours before, they had been warned that after roll call next morning they would be executed. In preparation to resist they fashioned weapons out of slats from bunks, some held rocks, others had secreted away tools from a warehouse in the compound. It wasn’t so much an act of defiance but of love – for each other and those brutally taken from them, for whom they would live at least one more day. It was an extraordinary display of courage and testament to the human spirit.”

     As written by Michal Schuster in an article entitled The Romani Uprising in Auschwitz, 16 May 1944; “The year 1944 can simply be called the closing phase of the so-called “Final Solution to the Gypsy question” in Nazi-occupied Europe, including on the territory of the Protectorate of Bohemia and Moravia. After transporting most Roma to the Auschwitz complex during 1943, smaller transports there took place during 1944. On 16 May 1944 the first attempt to annihilate all the members of the so-called “Gypsy Camp” at Auschwitz-Birkenau took place and was prevented by an uprising of the prisoners there. The most tragic event did finally take place and the camp and its inhabitants were entirely destroyed at the beginning of August 1944.

     First attempt to destroy the “Gypsy Camp” and the Romani prisoners’ uprising:

     The commander of Auschwitz, Rudolf Höss, ordered at the beginning of 1944 the acceleration of the work already underway in one section of Birkenau, primarily the construction of ramps and the rails for the three-rail branch of the Oświęcim-Katowice railway line, which led to Crematorium I and Crematorium II. The commander of all the crematoria, SS Otto Moll, had to ensure, during the course of one week, repairs to all the crematoria, completion of the construction of the buildings, and the start of new construction, as well as the erection of several rooms where the prisoners were stripped near the repaired Bunker II and behind Crematorium V. The prisoners also dug two big pits for burning corpses.

     All of the preparations were performed in order to receive a transport of Jews from Hungary. Those new prisoners who were labeled capable of work during the selection would need accommodation, so the highest SS command at the main camp decided on 15 May 1944 to kill everyone in the “Gypsy Family Camp”. That would free up space in all of camp B-II-e for more of the Jews from Hungary.

     The final action was to have been performed on the evening of 16 May, when the gong was rung announcing a ban on leaving the camp (the so-called Lagersperre) and it was closed. Trucks drove up and parked in front of the gate to the camp; 50 -60 members of a special SS commando unit jumped out of them and called on the prisoners to quickly leave the residential blocks. Inside the blocks, however, a tense silence prevailed and the prisoners refused to come out, barricading the doors and desperately preparing to defend themselves with rocks and work tools. The members of the SS commando unit were startled by this disobedience and their commander decided to postpone the action.

     Romani Holocaust survivor Hugo Höllenreiner (born 1933 in Munich), who was deported to the Auschwitz concentration camp with his family in 1943, later recalled those moments of resistance as follows:  “There were about seven or eight men, definitely, who came to the gate. Dad shouted out – the whole building trembled when he shouted:  ‘We’re not coming out! You come in here! We’re waiting here! If you want something, you have to come inside!’ “

     The entire event was described in a report by Tadeusz Joachimowski (1908-1979), a former Polish political prisoner in the Auschwitz concentration camp who was assigned to be a “scribe” (a writer) in the “Gypsy Camp”, as follows:  “The last commander of the Gypsy Camp and the current rapportführer [reporting officer] was Bonigut. He was probably from Yugoslavia. He disagreed with the approaches and tactics of the SS. He was a very good person. On 15 May 1944 he came after me and said things looked bad for the Gypsy Camp. An order had been issued to destroy it and had reportedly already received confirmation from the political department through Dr Mengele. The Gypsy Camp was to be destroyed and its crew killed using gas. There were roughly  500 Gypsies in the camp at that time. Bonigut entrusted me with informing those Gypsies whom I trusted about what was ahead. He asked me to warn them so they would not go like sheep to the slaughter. He also told me that the signal for the beginning of the action would be the Lagersperre and that the Gypsies should not leave their barracks. Bonigut himself warned several Gypsies of the action. I also (secretly) performed this task. The next day at around 7 PM I heard the gong announcing the Lagersperre. Automobiles drove up in front of the Gypsy Camp and 50 – 60 SS men armed with machine guns got out of them. They immediately surrounded the buildings where the Gypsies lived. Some SS members entered this residential area shouting ‘Los, los‘. There was total calm in the barracks. The Gypsies, armed with handcuffs, knives, shovels and stones, waited to see what would happen. They did not leave the barracks. The SS members were appalled and left themselves. After a brief consultation, they went to find the Blockführerstube [the commander of that block] in order to inform the commander of the action. After some time I heard a whistle. The SS men who were surrounding the barracks left their positions, got back in the automobiles, and drove away. The closure of the camp was lifted. On the next day (17 May 1944), Lagerführer Bonigut came to me and said the Gypsies were rescued, for now…”.

     While there was no open clash between the Romani prisoners and the SS members, this event played a significant role. It decidedly was not the habit in the concentration camps for the prisoners to resist a planned, prepared action en masse right before it was to be undertaken. There is absolutely no doubt that the armed SS commando could have suppressed this act of resistance, but decided not to go into an open confrontation with the prisoners and preferred to achieve their aims in another way. This event is unequivocally an uprising and occupies a significant place in the tragic history of the Holocaust of the European Roma.

     In the so-called “Gypsy Camp” at Birkenau there were approximately 6,500 prisoners, half of whom were subsequently put into quarantine in the main camp, some at the end of May and start of June, others at the start of August 1944. They included prisoners from Bohemia, Germany, and Poland.

     The destruction of the “Gypsy Camp” at Birkenau:

     About 10,000 women from Hungary then arrived at the “Gypsy Camp” and were accommodated in the odd-numbered blocks, while the Romani prisoners were put on the even-numbered side. They moved a second time into the rear half of the camp when men from Hungary arrived and were put in the front section of the camp. In July 1944, Himmler decided to destroy the rest of the “Gypsy Camp”. On the morning of 1 August, those prisoners fit for work were supposed to report for transport elsewhere, and Antonín Absolon-Růžička (born 30 September 1930 in the Moravian village of Mistřín) took advantage of the opportunity. He later recalled:  “One day in summer when I heard on the grounds that a new transport was leaving and lining up at the gate, I ran out there, naked, fleeing the blocks and heading for the canteen. I met my sister Jana on the way. She asked where I was running to and I told her I wanted to leave with the transport. She started to persuade me not to leave, saying we two were the only ones left, that I should stay with her. All I know is that I told her I had to go. I didn’t even say good-bye I was in such a hurry…”.

     On the next day, 2 August 1944, the final transports to the concentration camps of Buchenwald and Ravensbrück were put together out of all the female and male prisoners fit for work from the “Gypsy Camp”. There were 918 boys and men sent to Buchenwald, of whom 151 had Protectorate citizenship. At the Buchenwald concentration camp, thanks to these transports from Auschwitz, the number of Romani and Sinti prisoners almost doubled. The Ravensbrück transports included 490 female prisoners. Unfortunately, it is no longer possible to determine their state or territorial citizenship. Nevertheless, women from the Protectorate were certainly among them.

     Through these six work transports, these female and male prisoners left the camp at Birkenau for good, because at the time the so-called “Gypsy Family Camp” was about to be destroyed and the fate of its remaining prisoners had been decided.

     After their departure, only the elderly, mothers with children and the fathers who didn’t want to leave their families, and orphans remained in the “Gypsy Camp”. During the late night of 2 August and the early morning hours of 3 August the block was closed (Blocksperre) and the 2 897 children, elderly people, the infirm and women were taken in trucks to the courtyard of Crematorium V. There their unexpected resistance had to be broken, after which they were herded into the gas chambers.

     Those horrible moments were described by a member of the so-called Special Division (Sonderkommando), Filip Müller (born 1922 in the Slovak town of Sered’): “The room for removing clothing was stuffed full of people by midnight. The anxiety was growing minute by minute… desperate cries could be heard from all sides, accusations, lamentations, remorse. The voices called out in chorus: ‘We are Germans of the Reich! We’ve done nothing wrong!’ From elsewhere could be heard: ‘We want to live! Why do you want to kill us?’… The liquidation proceeded as usual. Moll and his aides unlocked the safeties on their pistols and rifles and uncompromisingly called on those who had taken their clothes off to leave the room and go into the three spaces where they would be poisoned with gas. On that final trip many were weeping with desperation… Even from within the gas chambers, for a long time afterward, we heard intermittent calls and cries until the gas performed its work and the last voices were snuffed out.”

     The bodies of the murdered, who included many prisoners from the Protectorate, were then burned in the pits near the Crematorium because it was not yet running.

     A recollection of the murder of those in the “Gypsy Camp” was also recorded by camp commander Rudolf Höss in his memoirs: “They did not know what awaited them until the final moment; they only realized it when they were brought into Crematorium No.V. It was not easy to lead them into the chamber. I didn’t see it, but Schwarzhuber told me about it, that no liquidation action of the Jews had been as difficult as the liquidation of the Gypsies.”

     During this action, camp doctor Josef Mengele personally shot dead the male Romani twins on whom he had been performing experiments in order to subsequently use their bodies for autopsy. The female twins were transferred to the Hindenburg concentration camp. Irma Valdová-Krausová survived with her sisters because of that, and later recalled: “On that day Dr Mengele came to the camp at 18:30 in order to take the remaining twins away, including my two sisters Anna and Alžběta. Of my entire extended family, I was their only relative left, and they did not want to leave me, no matter the cost. During the confusion they put me in the car as well, which saved me from a certain death.”

     This mass murder was followed by the brutal killing of the female and male prisoners who, after being transported elsewhere, had been sent back to Auschwitz-Birkenau to die in the gas chambers because they were exhausted and unfit for work. For this purpose, 200 Romani boys were sent from the concentration camp at Buchenwald on 26 September 1944 and 800 Romani men were sent on 10 October 1944. On 11 October 1944 and then on 14 October 1944 a total of 217 Romani girls and women were sent back to Auschwitz from the work commando units at Ravensbrück concentration camp. Some underwent a second selection and were once again transported back to Ravensbrück, while the rest ended up, like all of the boys and men who were returned to Auschwitz, in the gas chambers.”

      As I have been immersed in the literature of Auschwitz and its reflections in the Israeli genocide and ethnic cleansing of the Palestinians for days now, and find myself in need of something joyful to balance the darkness lest it consume me, especially that of Kosinski’s novel The Painted Bird which became part of my identity as a teenager who saw himself in its tortured child protagonist, the flaws of my humanity now betray the vision which exalts me; the world does not need my grief nor my absurd desires, yet this too is human. The world needs our rage against the dying of the light, and solidarity of action regardless of the cost; but it also needs our poetic vision in the reimagination and transformation of human being, meaning, and value, and the limitless possibilities of becoming human.

      I find my thoughts surfacing memories of a vanished age, when I made mischief behind the Iron Curtain with the famous gypsy Bluey, smuggler and kingpin of the East Berlin black market who ran an underground railroad and for-hire intelligence service through the Berlin Wall. The man could hold a crowd spellbound with his stories, and roaring with laughter; in his persona as a circus clown, he made an art of being likeable and built an outlaw empire from trading favors and secrets and making things happen for powerful people, and a Great Game of outwitting authorities, destabilizing tyrannies, championing the powerless, and subverting systems and regimes of force and control.

      This was my entrée into the world of the Romani, which I might have married into had events unfolded differently, and the reason my languages include Vlax Romani, the major Romani language and that of its heartland in Transylvania and Eastern Europe, and its origin or relative Vlachs or Aromanian,  a Romance language created by the historical migrations and transformations of cultures in the borderlands between the Habsburg, Ottoman, and Venetian Empires, and influenced more by Greek than Slavic as a disambiguating characteristic from modern Romanian, a related language also originating in the Latin of the Roman Empire and its long centuries of disintegration and change. Many Romani whom I knew spoke Vlax, Vlachs, Romanian, and Hungarian interchangeably as code switching, and also spoke Hochdeutsch which is the second language of Hungary and the official language of Germany and Austria as Standard German.

     Being able to pass as a member of a number of nationalities including multilingualism is a necessity of survival and a defining characteristic of being Romani as a protean and stealth identity among peoples who would kill them for being who they are. Bluey once described it to me like this: “To be Romani is determined by three truths not of our making; first, no one stands with us, so we must stand with each other in everything. Second, we will be killed or driven out if discovered, so we must live within identities of disguise. Third, we are powerless and few, so we must live in the margins and in the shadows; its why they call us crows, scavengers. This is how we have survived more than a thousand years, by these three rules.”

     Here I wish to clarify and disambiguate the origin and meaning of the terms Romani, which broadly describes an ethnic identity of former citizens of the Byzantine Roman Empire who assimilated Latin, arriving in the Balkans nine hundred years ago having migrated from India in a single wave some fifteen hundred years ago by DNA evidence, and Gypsy, a far narrower title of profession derived from the Hungarian gyepu which refers to the system of remote forest defenses in Transylvania guarding its frontier and border with the Ottoman Empire, of which Romani warriors were a part as foederati. Romani describes blood and language, Gypsy describes a historical social role as a guardian or ranger and a multigenerational brotherhood of warriors which persists as a pan-European secret society, bound by ancient oaths to defend civilization beyond its borders, wherever law ceases to have meaning and all that remains is the valor and loyalty of men.

     To be a Gypsy is to be a guardian of humankind and of civilization against barbarism, and a guarantor of our uniqueness and universal rights in a free society of equals, wherein there are no laws and no limits to our possibilities of becoming human beyond those chosen by ourselves.

     That the Empire to which these oaths were sworn has not existed for seven hundred years is irrelevant; my kind of people.

     As he grew up in Ireland and when ten years old went alone to live in the streets of London, Bluey spoke English laden with Cockney rhyming slang, 16th century Thieves Cant, and the hybrid Irish Gaelic-Traveller cryptolanguage Shelta, a complex patois he and his crew, who were from everywhere, used as a secret language.

     In this company, which operated under cover as a circus throughout Europe, I met the girl whose echoes and reflections live in the images of a doppelganger I chanced upon, dancing with crows.

     Images which follow my notes and citations of references are of the Polish corset designer Koseatra, but breathtaking in likeness to the gypsy girl I very nearly married, over three decades ago. Impossible that this is the same girl; she would be over a generation older than Koseatra, where these photographs have frozen her image in amber from before the fall of the Iron Curtain, timeless and beyond the limits of the human.

    The eyes are the same; tinged green when laughing and mischevious, and in the darkness fathoms of ice blue with a strange silver reflectivity, when closer to the wolf.

   So also her grace of movement, refined and elegant, and the regal stillness of her bearing in repose; like the serenity of a bodhisattva, or the coiled stillness of a lioness about to pounce.

    But it’s the eyes that compel.

     Who could look into such eyes, and send the unique and marvelous being who looks out through them to destruction and death, as the Nazis did countless times at Auschwitz?

    This is among the true horrors of fascism, for men who could do this are dead to beauty, wonder, awe, and love.

     Fascism is a disease of possession, which steals the soul. Mere bundles of atavisms of instinct, degenerate and hollow, are fascists, whose zombiefication in service to power is a terror to be hunted relentlessly and purged from among us, no less than the amoral rapacity of those who would enslave us.

     Let us give to fascism the only reply it merits; Never Again!

THE PAINTED BIRD Official Trailer

https://www.jewishvoiceforlabour.org.uk/article/the-romani-uprising-in-auschwitz-16-may-1944/

And the Violins Stopped Playing, by Alexander Ramati

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/1474003.And_the_Violins_Stopped_Playing

Ceija Stojka: Even Death Is Afraid of Auschwitz, Ceija Stojka (artist), Karin Berger (Contributor), Barbara Dankwortt (Contributor), Tímea Junghaus (Contributor), Lith Bahlmann (Editor), Matthias Reichelt (Editor)

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/26508356-ceija-stojka?ref=nav_sb_ss_1_46

The Color of Smoke: A Novel, Menyhért Lakatos, Ann Major (Translator)

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/22926616-the-color-of-smoke

     While the witness of history of survivors of Auschwitz includes few Romani such as Alexander Ramati and Ceija Stojka, there are many others whose stories can remind us who we are, and what’s worth fighting for.

Auschwitz, by Laurence Rees

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/978098.Auschwitz

Our Crime Was Being Jewish: Hundreds of Holocaust Survivors Tell Their Stories, by Anthony S. Pitch, Michael Berenbaum (Foreword)

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/25533564-our-crime-was-being-jewish

Survival in Auschwitz, by Primo Levi

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/6174.Survival_in_Auschwitz

At the Mind’s Limits: Contemplations by a Survivor on Auschwitz and Its Realities, by Jean Améry

Speak You Also: A Survivor’s Reckoning, by Paul Steinberg

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/783420.Speak_You_Also

Five Chimneys: A Woman Survivor’s True Story of Auschwitz, by Olga Lengyel

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/249825.Five_Chimneys

Eyewitness Auschwitz: Three Years in the Gas Chambers, by Filip Müller

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/73291.Eyewitness_Auschwitz

In the Hell of Auschwitz: The Wartime Memoirs of Judith Sternberg Newman,

by Judith Sternberg Newman

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/45035834-in-the-hell-of-auschwitz

Inside the Gas Chambers: Eight Months in the Sonderkommando of Auschwitz,

by Shlomo Venezia

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/6296148-inside-the-gas-chambers

999: The Extraordinary Young Women of the First Official Jewish Transport to Auschwitz, by Heather Dune Macadam (Goodreads Author), Caroline Moorehead (Foreword)

The Auschwitz Photographer: The Forgotten Story of the WWII Prisoner Who Documented Thousands of Lost Souls, by Luca Crippa

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/57659036-the-auschwitz-photographer

The Sisters of Auschwitz: The True Story of Two Jewish Sisters’ Resistance in the Heart of Nazi Territory, by Roxane van Iperen

Outcry: Holocaust Memoirs, by Manny Steinberg

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/23268862-outcry

The Dead Years: Holocaust Memoirs, by Joseph Schupack

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/34235504-the-dead-years

Hank Brodt Holocaust Memoirs: A Candle and a Promise, by Deborah Donnelly

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/32467262-hank-brodt-holocaust-memoirs

This Way for the Gas, Ladies and Gentlemen, by Tadeusz Borowski,

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/228244.This_Way_for_the_Gas_Ladies_and_Gentlemen

Auschwitz: A Doctor’s Eyewitness Account, by Miklós Nyiszli

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/315578.Auschwitz

The Dressmakers of Auschwitz: The True Story of the Women Who Sewed to Survive, by Lucy Adlington

By Chance Alone: A Remarkable True Story of Courage and Survival at Auschwitz, by Max Eisen

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/25989447-by-chance-alone

The Violinist of Auschwitz, by Ellie Midwood

The Volunteer: The True Story of the Resistance Hero who Infiltrated Auschwitz, by Jack Fairweather

     Here I wish to include Sologdin’s review in Goodreads of Giogio Agamben’s four essays published as Remnants of Auschwitz: The Witness and the Archive, a brilliant problematization of the nature and functions of the literature of witness, an idea central to my own life mission and ars poetica of the witness of history, along with Foucault’s truthtelling a sacred calling in pursuit of truth. With Foucault’s lectures on parrhesia which I attended at UC Berkeley in 1983, and left their stamp of strangeness upon me, here follows one of the finest explications of why I write which I have yet found:

Remnants of Auschwitz: The Witness and the Archive, by Giorgio Agamben

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/85830.Remnants_of_Auschwitz

review by Sologdin

     “Four essays. Preface opens with the reasonable proposition that the discrepancy regarding Auschwitz “concerns the very structure of testimony” (12): “On the one hand, what happened in the camps appears to the survivors as the only true thing and, as such, absolutely unforgettable; on the other hand, this truth is to the same degree unimaginable, that is, irreducible to the real elements that constitute it” (id.). The discrepancy concerns “facts so real, by comparison, nothing is truer; a reality that necessarily exceeds its factual elements—such is the aporia of Auschwitz” ((id.). One survivor, Lewental, a sonderkommando, wrote that “the complete truth is far more tragic, far more frightening” (id.)—to which author responds: “more tragic, more frightening than what?” We see that the “aporia of Auschwitz is, indeed, the very aporia of historical knowledge: a non-coincidence between facts and truth, between verification and comprehension” (id.). We also see that

     One of the lessons of Auschwitz is that it is infinitely harder to grasp the mind of an ordinary person than to understand the mind of a Spinoza or Dante. (Hannah Arendt’s discussion of the ‘banality of evil,’ so often misunderstood, must also be understood in this sense.) (13)

     Though Agamben states that this text has little that can’t be found in the actual testimonials, “it became clear that testimony contained at its core an essential lacuna: in other words, the survivors bore witness to something it is impossible to bear witness to” (id). His task became an interrogation of the lacuna, even though “listening to something absent” may seem counterintuitive: “it made it necessary to clear away almost all of the doctrines that, since Auschwitz, have been advanced in the name of ethics” (id.).

     I – “The Witness”

     In Auschwitz, one reason to survive was “the idea of becoming a witness” (15). Primo Levi “does not consider himself a writer; he becomes a writer so that he can bear witness” (id.).

     Latin has two terms for our ‘witness’: testis (“from which our word ‘testimony’ derives, etymologically signifies the person, who, in a trial or lawsuit between two rival parties, is in the position of a third party (*terstis)” (17)) and superstes (“a person who has lived through something, who has experienced an event from beginning to end and can therefore bear witness to it”) (id.). These latinate concepts problematize the notion of bearing witness to Auschwitz, as we shall see. Levi is interested only in “what makes judgment possible: the gray zone in which victims become executioners and executioners become victims” (17). Judgment can be made, of course, but important that “the law not presume to exhaust the question. A non-juridical element of truth exists such that the quaestio facti can never be reduced to the quaestio iuris” (id.).

     Author notes the standard “tacit confusion of ethical and juridical categories” in this connection (18)—all of this is “contaminated by law,” which has the “ultimate aim” of “the production of a res judicata” (id.), quite distinct from the finding of truth or the disposition in justice. Rather, “the sentence becomes the substitute [supplement?] for the true and the just, being held as true despite its falsity and injustice” (id.). Via reference to Kafka, law is reduced to judgment, and judgment to trial: “execution and transgression, innocence and guilt, obedience and disobedience all become indistinct” (19) (the plotinian hoion, of course) and dude concludes that judgment constitutes “the mystery of trial.” Some suggestion that the post-war trials (which involved “only a few hundred people,” an “evident insufficiency” (19)) “are responsible for the conceptual confusion that, for decades, has made it impossible to think through Auschwitz,” as “they helped spread the idea that the problem of Auschwitz had been overcome.” We get now that “law did not exhaust the problem, but rather that the very problem was so enormous as to call into question law itself” (20).

     Some discussion here on ‘responsibility’—it has been “irredeemably contaminated by law” (20) (likely we need an archaeology of contamination, considering dude’s reliance thereupon) (cf. also Bakhtin on ‘answerability’). Levi would place certain occurrences in a “zone of irresponsibility,” based on his “unprecedented discovery” at Auschwitz of “an area that is independent of every establishment of responsibility,” wherein “the long chain of conjunction between victim and executioner comes loose” (21). We are not “beyond good and evil” (i.e., with Nietzsche), but “before them”; “before is more important than any beyond—that the ‘underman’ must matter to us more than the ‘overman’” (id.). Again, this “First Circle” of irresponsibility is Arendt’s banality of evil. The sonderkommando is the representative of this zone of irresponsibility (25).

     Etymology again tells the story: spondeo “means ‘to become the guarantor of something for someone (or for oneself) with respect to someone’” (id.). For the Romans, the “custom was that a free man could consign himself as a hostage—that is, in a state of imprisonment, from which the term obligatio derives—to guarantee the compensation of a wrong or the fulfillment of an obligation” (22), and the “term sponsor indicated the person who substituted himself for the reus, promising, in the case of a breach of contract, to furnish the requested service” (id.). Responsibility is accordingly “genuinely juridical and not ethical” wherein “the legal bond was considered to inhere in the body of the person responsible” (id.). (We shall recall this when we get around to volume IX.)

Responsibility and guilt thus express simply two aspects of legal imputability; only later were they interiorized and moved outside law. Hence the insufficiency and opacity of every ethical doctrine that claims to be founded on these two concepts. (22)

     Eichmann at his trial walked this distinction by claiming meaninglessly that he felt “guilty before God, not the law” (23). The silliness arises after “having raised juridical categories to the status of supreme ethical categories and thereby irredeemably confusing the fields of law and ethics,” secular ethics still wants to be separate (24): “But ethics is the sphere that recognizes neither guilt nor responsibility; it is, as Spinoza knew, the doctrine of the happy life” (id.), which reduces, furthermore, the ethical to the mere aesthetic. One would think that if there were an irreducible core of the ethical, regarding which aesthetics is of no moment, then it should be discoverable at Auschwitz.

     The analysis turns to Greek martis, ‘martyr,’ as translation for ‘witness’: though the ante-Nicene fathers regarded martyrdom as witness to the faith, the Auschwitz survivors are unanimous that “what happened in the camps has little to do with martyrdom” (26). Conceptually, however, there is some connection, insofar as the Greek term is derived from the verb ‘to remember,’—“the survivor’s vocation is to remember; he cannot not remember” (id.). More significantly, however, the ante-Nicene fathers “were confronted by heretical groups that rejected martyrdom because, in their eyes, it constituted a wholly senseless death (perire sine causa)” (27). The doctrine of martyrdom was confected to justify “the scandal of a meaningless death, of an execution that could only appear as absurd” (id.): “Confronted with the spectacle of a death that was apparently sine causa, the reference to Luke 12: 8-9 and to Matthew 10: 32-33 [quotations omitted] made it possible to interpret martyrdom as a divine command and, thus, to find reason for the irrational” (id.). Levi does not like the term Holocaust because of the implication of an offering or a punishment for sins (28), noting how Wiesel coined the term “then regretted it and wanted to take it back” (id.).

     As we might have predicted, an etymology follows: holocaustos ultimately as a ‘complete burning,’ “used to translate […] the complex sacrificial doctrine of the Bible” (there’s several different Hebrew terms, and the term that the Vulgate rendered as holocaustum, olah, concerns “the dispatch of the offering to the divinity” (29)). The Ante-Nicene fathers used the term literally against Judaism, to “condemn the uselessness of bloody sacrifices” (id.), but then used it metaphorically to refer to the torture of the Christian martyrs, with the ultimate extension, by Augustine, to se holocaustum obtulerit in cruce Iesus.

     The metaphorical usage is not limited to holocaust; the preferred term has been so’ah, which also reveals a metaphorical usage, meaning “‘devastation, catastrophe’ and, in the Bible, often implies the idea of divine punishment (as in Isaiah 10:3)” (31). Unlike holocaust, however, so’ah “contains no mockery”; the former term is an “attempt to establish a connection, however, distant, between Auschwitz and the Biblical olah and between death in the gas chamber and the ‘complete devotion to sacred and superior motives’” (id.). In swearing off the use of the term forever, author notes that “Not only does the term imply an unacceptable equation between crematoria and altars; it also continues a semantic heredity that is from its inception anti-Semitic” (id.).

     Agamben had been challenged for trying to “ruin the unique and unsayable character of Auschwitz” (31). ‘Unique’ is conceded, but ‘unsayable’? Works through Chrysostom’s notion that God is unsayable, unspeakable, unwritable (32), such that the angels must merely adore Him in silence. Author translates ‘adore in silence’ as euphemein, and regards it as the proper way to cognize the complaint that he has ruined the unsayable character of Auschwitz.

     “Testimony, however, contains,” once more, “a lacuna” (33): as Levi notes, “witnesses are by definition survivors and so all, to some degree, enjoyed a privilege.” This lacuna “calls into question the very meaning of testimony and, along with it, the identity and reliability of witnesses” (id.); Levi: “I must repeat: we the survivors, are not the true witnesses.” Levi makes his testimony essentially a representative capacity: “Weeks and months before being snuffed out, they had already lost the ability to observe, to remember, to compare and express themselves. We speak in their stead, by proxy” (34). Agamben notes that “the value of the testimony lies essentially in what it lacks; at its center it contains something that cannot be borne witness to and that discharges the survivors of authority” (id.). Rather, the survivors speak as “pseudo-witnesses” insofar as “they bear witness to the missing testimony” (id.). Of course, by means of the standard adverse inference under the requisite rules of evidence, disappeared witnesses and concealed evidence compels the presumption that the party procuring the absence fears its disclosure and therefore we should assume the worst—so we should not be troubled by pseudo-witnesses.

     This difficulty is explained otherwise as an inside/outside distinction: “The Shoah is an event without witnesses” because “it is impossible to bear witness from the inside” (no one survives to tell) or from the outside “since the ‘outsider’ is by definition excluded from the event” (35). Agamben thinks that the threshold of indistinction (hoion, recall) between inside and outside “could have led to a comprehension of the structure of testimony” (36). Testimony as the “disjunction between two impossibilities of bearing witness” (39)?

     II – “The Muselmann”

     Muselmann as the “untestifiable” to which “no one has borne witness” (41). The Muselmann as a “staggering corpse,” “mummy men,” “living dead” (id.), who “became indifferent to everything happening around them” (43). (The designation arises in Auschwitz from “the impression of seeing Arabs praying” (id.), according to one survivor.) No one had sympathy for the muselmanner (id.), and “all the muselmanner who finished in the gas chambers have the same story, or more exactly, have no story” (44). Little agreement on the “origin of the term Muselmann,” but many synonyms (45).

    Muselmanner as marking “the moving threshold in which a man passed into non-man and in which clinical diagnosis passed into anthropological analysis” (47); “in Auschwitz ethics begins precisely at the point where the Muselmann, the ‘complete witness,’ makes it forever impossible to distinguish between man and non-man” (id.) (NB: hoion). This particular zone of indistinction is what ties this volume very plainly to volume I (to the extent that “the Muselmann’s ‘third realm’ is the perfect cipher for the camp, the non-place in which all disciplinary barriers are destroyed” (id.)) and volume II (insofar as the philosopher’s “extreme situation” is the jurist’s “state of exception”). In this latter connection, Karl Barth’s notion that “human beings have the striking capacity to adapt so well to an extreme situation that it can no longer function as a distinguishing criterion” (49), i.e., noting the “incredible tendency of the limit situation to become habit (hexis recall): “Auschwitz is precisely the place in which the state of exception coincides perfectly with the rule and the extreme situation becomes the very paradigm of life” (id.) (we shall recall the notion of ‘perfect coincidence with the rule’ in volume VIII).

     Muselmanner described with increasing intensity: “witnesses confirm the impossibility of gazing upon the Muselmann” (50); filmmaker who “patiently lingered over naked bodies, over the terrible ‘dolls’ dismembered and stacked one on top of another, could not bear the sight of these half-living beings” (51); Muselmanner as “an absolutely new phenomenon, unbearable to human eyes” (id.); although the Muselmann is noted by most survivors as “a central experience,” the figure is “barely named in the historical studies on the destruction of European Jewry” (52); Levi designates the Muselmann as “he who has seen the Gorgon” (53). Lots on the Gorgon stuff, impossibility of seeing and being seen, &c.

     Much on other interpretations of the Muselmann (57 ff): a biological machine, a limit of certain principles, an experiment, a refutation of Apel’s obligatory communication thesis, as Aristotle’s ‘plant man,’ a radical refutation of all refutations (66).

     Critique of the doctrine of dignity thereafter (67 ff.): “Auschwitz marks the end and the ruin of every ethics of dignity and conformity to a norm” (69) insofar as “the bare life to which human beings were reduced neither demands not conforms to anything” (id.). Rather, “the atrocious news that the survivors carry from the camp to the land of human beings is precisely that it is possible to lose dignity and decency beyond imagination, that there is still life [zoe] in the most extreme degradation” (id.). The Muselmann is accordingly on the threshold of the new ethics of “a form of life that begins where dignity ends” (id.).

     Camps as having the role of “the fabrication of corpses” (as stated by Arendt) (71): “In Auschwitz, people did not die; rather, corpses were produced” (72). (Am skipping over all the Heidegger stuff.) Some reflections on Adorno’s well known positions on Auschwitz (80 ff.), as well as on Foucault’s notation of the passage of sovereignty (“to make die and let live”) to biopower (“to make live and let die”) (82 ff). The Third Reich is of course where the “unprecedented absolutization of the biopower to make live intersects with an equally absolute generalization of the sovereign power to make die, such that biopolitics coincides immediately with thanatopolitics” (83). The NSDAP dream of volkloser Raum, “not simply a matter of a desert,” but rather “a fundamental biopolitical intensity” (85), “an absolute biopolitical space, both lebensraum and todesraum” (86).

     III – “Shame, or on the Subject”

     Upon his liberation by the Red Army, Levi reported a sense of shame, which “becomes the dominant sentiment of survivors” (88), which conflated very soon with guilt. Bettleheim reports it as a survivor’s guilt: “one cannot survive the concentration camp without feeling guilty that one was so incredibly lucky when millions perished” (89).

     This leads to a critique of the doctrine of collective responsibility (94 ff), which Levi acknowledges to be bogus insofar as “it makes no sense to speak of a collective guilt (or innocence) and that only ‘metaphorically can one claim to feel guilty for what’s one’s own people or parents did” (95).

     Some thoughtful comments on Hegelian theory of tragedy in this connection (96 ff). Also, Nietzsche: “The ethics of the twentieth century opens with Nietzsche’s overcoming of resentment” (99) via the eternal return thesis—but: “Auschwitz also marks a decisive rupture” (id.). (I.e., who wants Auschwitz to return? “One cannot want Auschwitz to return for eternity, since in truth it has never ceased to take place; it is always already repeating itself” (101).)

     Levinas on shame: it does not derive from “the consciousness of an imperfection or a lack in our being from which we take distance” (104), but rather “shame is grounded in our being’s incapacity to move away and break from itself” (id.). Shame as “the subject thus has no other content than its own desubjectification; it becomes witness [sic] to its own disorder” (106). Shame as “the fundamental sentiment of being a subject, in the two apparently opposed senses of this phrase: to be subjected and to be sovereign. Shame is what is produced in the absolute concomitance of subjectification and desubjectification, self-loss and self-possession, servitude and sovereignty” (107).

     In Levi, we find “the impossible dialectic between the survivor and the Muselmann” (120): “Who is the subject of testimony?” A zone of indistinction “in which it is impossible to establish the position of the subject, to identify the ‘imagined substance’ of the ‘I’ and, along with it, the true witness” (id.).

     We see that “life bears with it a caesura that can transform all life into survival and all survival into life. […] survival designates the pure and simple continuation of bare life [cf. volume I]” (133).

     IIII – “The Archive and Testimony”

     Lotsa linguistics stuff: Benveniste, Foucault, &c. “Auschwitz represents the historical point in which these processes collapse, the devastating experience in which the impossible is forced into the real” (148). We see that the Muselmann is the “absolutely unwitnessable, invisible ark of biopower. Invisible because empty, because the Muselmann is nothing other than volkloser Raum, the empty space of people at the center of the camp” (156).

     Ultimately, “the subject of testimony” is “a remnant” (158). This is a “theologico-messianic concept” (162). Regarding the remnant, “the aporia of testimony coincides with the aporia of messianism” (163).

     “Let us indeed posit Auschwitz, that to which it is not possible to bear witness; and let us also posit the Muselmann as the absolute impossibility of bearing witness” (164).

     Recommended for those who examine the incomparable; phenomenology of heteronymic depersonalization, degree zero pseudonyms, and readers in secret solidarity with the Arcanum Imperii. ”

      Portraits of Our Lost Humanity; may the seas of time return us to ourselves and those we love.

     Fragments of myself, lost long ago, look back at me in these images, and I no longer know which of us is which, nor how love transposes us with others and transcends the limits of our form.

     But I know these things are true, for in such images I re-enact as mimesis the shattering of myself under love’s hammer; broken open to Otherness and a larger universe into which one may grow as exaltation, rapture, adaptation, change, reimagination and transformation, and metamorphosis.

     Never be afraid to be destroyed and recreated.

     Thus saith the Caterpillar. Of the redemptive power of love as the only means of escape from the recursive forces of fear, power, and force I have written often; so also with the primary and defining struggle of becoming human between those truths written in our flesh and the falsification of authorized identities.

     We were lost to each other when fate trapped us on opposite sides of the Berlin Wall during a firefight with the KGB, though we triumphed in the end when we brought down the Wall to set her and all its captive peoples free. 

      A note in a bottle, then, cast upon unknown seas, to Dances With Crows: 

     Should you chance upon this, against impossible odds like so much of our adventures, whomever you now may be; I hope your life has belonged to you alone, to find joy as you so wish, and so for all of us.

May 15 2025 On This Anniversary of Nakba Day, Choose Love Over Hate and Solidarity Over Division

     With last year’s United Nations declaration of Nakba Day, the historic trauma of the Palestinians and Israel’s kleptocratic imperial conquest and dominion and wars of ethnic cleansing and genocide belong not only to both sides of a divided people, but to all humankind.

     Herein we bear witness and I hope heed its warning, for fascisms of blood, faith, and soil are universal to humans as failures of solidarity and interdependence driven by fear, especially when generalized and overwhelming fear and existential threats are shaped by authority in service to power and the carceral state of force and control through division and falsification.

     No matter where you begin with hierarchies of elite belonging and exclusionary otherness, you always end up at the gates of Auschwitz.

     Why recreate a hell you have escaped from?

      Israel has learned the wrong lessons from the Nazis. Seizure of power as autonomy and self-determination, yes; but why not change the systems of unequal power, instead of trading places as tyrants rather than prisoners?

     Why has the state of Israel reconstructed not the dream of Sepharad in which all are equal regardless of faith, race, or national identity, but the nightmare of its destroyer the Spanish Empire and its ideology of limpieza enforced by Conquest and Inquisition?

      With the Inquisition and the Holocaust as the twin poles of its historical identity, and as imposed conditions of struggle, Israel has achieved a space of relative safety at the cost of becoming a wholly militarized society united by blood and faith. But security is an illusion, because state terror and fear beyond hope create their own counterforce as resistance and revolution.

      Fear is not the only means of exchange, nor power the only thing which has meaning.

      Palestine and Israel are one people divided by history. Of memory, history, and the struggle between the masks that others make for us as authorized identities in service to power by those who would enslave us and those we make for ourselves, of falsification versus truths written in our flesh, this I say; only the redemptive power of love can free us from the Wagnerian Ring of fear, power, and force.  

     There are no Israelis, no Palestinians; only people like ourselves and the choices we make about how to be human together.

      On this Nakba Day, let us mourn the collapse of moral vision and the brotherhood of all humankind which unleashed it as the Defining Moment of both Palestinian and Israeli identity, dream a better future than we have the past, and act as a United Humankind to make it real.

     Let us choose love over hate and solidarity over division.

      As written by Hamas before the October 7 events engineered by Israel through IDF infiltration and subversion agent networks within Hamas disrupted the Israel-Palestinian peace and unification movement and provided Netanyahu and his criminal settler regime a casus belli for the genocide of the Palestinians now ongoing and the imperial conquest and dominion of the whole region in a generalized conflict with Iran; “The 75th anniversary of the al-Nakba (the ethnic cleansing of the Palestinian people) anniversary, which comes in the aftermath of the Israeli occupation forces’ most recent aggression against the besieged Gaza strip, brings back painful memories.

     Seventy-five years have passed since the Israeli occupation of Palestine, during which the occupation forces perpetrated the most horrific crimes and massacres against the Palestinian people, who have been holding on to their land and rights.

     On this anniversary, the Palestinian Islamic Resistance Movement Hamas salutes the Palestinian heroic martyrs, who fell in their quest for freedom, wishes the injured speedy recovery, and hails the detainees in Israeli occupation jails. The movement states the following:

     First: The Joint Operations Chamber has consolidated the unity of the Palestinian people in their struggle for liberation against the Israeli occupation.

     Second: The Israeli occupation will never have any legitimacy or sovereignty over historic Palestine and the occupation’s endeavours to obliterate the historic features and identity of Palestine are bound to fail.

     Third: We will remain loyal to the Palestinians languishing in Israeli occupation jails and we will continue to work towards releasing them by all available means.

     Fourth: The main reason behind the great suffering of the millions of Palestinian refugees is the Israeli occupation. The Palestinian refugees’ right to return to their land, from which they were forcibly evicted, is inalienable.

     Fifth: The 75-year-long Israeli occupation of Palestine is a stain on those who remained silent and have not lifted a finger to expose the occupation’s crimes and put an end to its aggression against our people, land, and holy places.

     Sixth: We call on the international community, Arab and Muslim Ummah, and the free peoples of the world to side with the just Palestinian cause and take swift action to end all forms of aggression against the Palestinian people until they regain their rights.”

     Sadly we now know that no such international solidarity movement and policy of Boycott, Sanction, and Divestiture was realized, resulting in the Black Saturday tragedy on October 7 and the genocide of the Palestinians it unleashed.

     As written by Armani Syed in Time, in an article entitled Why the U.N. Is Commemorating Palestinian Displacement This Year; “For the first time ever, the U.N. will commemorate the Nakba, or “catastrophe” in Arabic, in which at least 700,000 Palestinians fled or were forcibly expelled from their homes during the creation of Israel in 1948.

     On May 15, Palestinian Authority President Mahmoud Abbas will deliver a keynote speech at the U.N. General Assembly in New York, as part of a high-level special meeting to mark Nakba Day. In a statement outlining the event, the U.N. said the occasion aims to “highlight that the noble goals of justice and peace require recognizing the reality and history of the Palestinian people’s plight and ensuring the fulfillment of their inalienable rights.”

    As the 75th anniversary of the Nakba approached, the 193-member General Assembly voted in November on whether to host a commemoration event; the plan was approved by a vote of 90-30 with 47 abstentions. The U.S., a longtime military and financial supporter of Israel, voted against the event and confirmed that no American diplomats would be present.

     For many others, the U.N.’s decision is an acknowledgement of the central role played by the intergovernmental organization in the partition of the Mandate for Palestine.

     “It’s acknowledging the responsibility of the U.N. of not being able to resolve this catastrophe for the Palestinian people for 75 years,” said Riyad Mansour, the Palestinian U.N. ambassador, according to the Associated Press.

     Israel’s U.N. ambassador, Gilad Erdan, described the commemoration as “abominable” and called it a “blatant attempt to distort history.”

    From the early 1900s, a growing number of Zionist settlers escaping antisemitism in Europe arrived in the Mandate for Palestine. During the 1920s and 1930s, Palestinians resisted displacement that had been enabled by the British colonial presence. British forces eventually tasked the U.N. with finding a solution.

     In 1947, the U.N. General Assembly, formed of 57 member states at the time, passed a resolution to divide the Mandate for Palestine into a Jewish state and a Palestinian one. The plan allocated more than half the country to the Jewish state at a time when Jews formed around one-third of the population. The plan would also have left around 500,000 Palestinians living in a future Jewish state with a drastic choice: remain a minority in a Jewish state or leave.

     Palestinians rejected the proposal and when the British mandate expired in 1948, Israel declared its independence.

     Fighting broke out and 5 Arab countries—Egypt, Jordan, Lebanon, Iraq, and Syria—deployed forces to stem the flow of Palestinian refugees. The aftermath of the fighting saw Israel conquer additional land that the U.N. plan had earmarked for a Palestinian state, while Egypt and Jordan each retained control over the Gaza Strip and the West Bank, respectively.

     Over time, the Israel took control of more land that was formerly designated by the U.N. as part of a future Palestinian state. After the June 1967 War between Israel and a coalition of Arab states, Israel occupied the Gaza Strip and the West Bank.

     In recent decades, Israeli settlements in the West Bank have expanded under successive governments, with the settler population surpassing half a million people earlier this year. The settlements are considered illegal under international law, and much of the international community see them as an obstacle to peace and a future Palestinian state.

     This year, Nakba Day is being observed on the heels of a round of violence between Israel and Palestinian militant groups. Israeli airstrikes which intended to target key figures from Islamic Jihad, the second-largest Palestinian armed group in Gaza, claimed at least 33 Palestinian lives. Meanwhile, Palestinian militant groups fired as many as 800 rockets toward Israel, leading to the death of two people in Israel.

     “The catastrophe to the Palestinian people is still ongoing,” Mansour said, adding that Palestinians are still being “forcibly removed” from their homes.”

Arabic

15 مايو 2025 يوم النكبة

      مع إعلان الأمم المتحدة يوم النكبة ، فإن الصدمة التاريخية للفلسطينيين وغزو إسرائيل للتطهير العرقي لا تخص كلا الجانبين من الشعب المنقسم فحسب ، بل للبشرية جمعاء.

      هنا نشهد وآمل أن ألتفت إلى تحذيره ، لأن فاشية الدم والإيمان والتربة عالمية للبشر كفشل في التضامن والاعتماد المتبادل مدفوعًا بالخوف ، خاصةً عندما يتشكل الخوف المعمم والشامل والتهديدات الوجودية من خلال السلطة في خدمة القوة والحالة الجسدية للقوة والسيطرة من خلال الانقسام والتزوير.

      بغض النظر عن المكان الذي تبدأ فيه التسلسلات الهرمية من الانتماء النخبوي والآخر الإقصائي ، ينتهي بك الأمر دائمًا عند أبواب أوشفيتز.

      لماذا تعيد خلق الجحيم الذي هربت منه؟

       لقد تعلمت إسرائيل الدروس الخاطئة من النازيين. نعم ، الاستيلاء على السلطة باعتباره استقلالية وتقرير مصير ؛ ولكن لماذا لا نغير أنظمة القوة غير المتكافئة ، بدلاً من تداول الأماكن على أنها طاغية لا أسرى؟

      لماذا لم تعيد دولة إسرائيل بناء حلم سيفاراد الذي يتساوى فيه الجميع بغض النظر عن العقيدة أو العرق أو الهوية الوطنية ، ولكن كابوس مدمرها الإمبراطورية الإسبانية وأيديولوجية ليمبيزا التي فرضها الفتح ومحاكم التفتيش؟

       مع محاكم التفتيش والهولوكوست كقطبين مزدوجين لهويتها التاريخية ، وكشروط كفاح مفروضة ، حققت إسرائيل مساحة من الأمان النسبي على حساب أن تصبح مجتمعًا عسكريًا بالكامل متحدًا بالدم والإيمان. لكن الأمن وهم ، لأن إرهاب الدولة والخوف الذي يفوق الأمل يخلقان قوتهما المضادة كمقاومة وثورة.

       ليس الخوف هو الوسيلة الوحيدة للتبادل ، ولا القوة الشيء الوحيد الذي له معنى.

       في يوم النكبة هذا ، دعونا نحزن على انهيار الرؤية الأخلاقية والأخوة بين البشرية جمعاء ، الأمر الذي أطلق العنان لها باعتبارها اللحظة المحددة للهوية الفلسطينية والإسرائيلية ، ونحلم بمستقبل أفضل مما كان لدينا في الماضي ، ونتصرف كإنسان موحد. لجعلها حقيقية.

Hebrew

15 במאי 2025 יום הנכבה

      עם הכרזת יום הנכבה של האו”ם, הטראומה ההיסטורית של הפלסטינים וכיבוש הטיהור האתני של ישראל שייכים לא רק לשני הצדדים של עם מפולג, אלא לכל המין האנושי.

      כאן אנו מעידים ואני מקווה להקשיב לאזהרתה, שכן פשיזם של דם, אמונה ואדמה הם אוניברסליים לבני אדם ככישלונות של סולידריות ותלות הדדית המונעים על ידי פחד, במיוחד כאשר פחד מוכלל ומכריע ואיומים קיומיים מעוצבים על ידי סמכות בשירות למען כוח ומצב קרסראלי של כוח ושליטה באמצעות חלוקה וזיוף.

      לא משנה היכן אתה מתחיל עם היררכיות של השתייכות עילית ואחרות מדריגה, אתה תמיד מגיע בשערי אושוויץ.

      למה לשחזר גיהנום שממנו נמלטת?

       ישראל למדה את הלקחים הלא נכונים מהנאצים. תפיסת השלטון כאוטונומיה והגדרה עצמית, כן; אבל למה לא לשנות את מערכות הכוח הלא שוויוניות, במקום לסחור במקומות כרודן ולא שבוי?

      מדוע מדינת ישראל לא שיחזרה את החלום של ספרד שבו כולם שווים ללא הבדל אמונה, גזע או זהות לאומית, אלא את הסיוט של ההורסת שלה את האימפריה הספרדית ואת האידיאולוגיה של לימפיזה שנאכפת על ידי הכיבוש והאינקוויזיציה?

       עם האינקוויזיציה והשואה כצמד הקטבים התאומים לזהותה ההיסטורית, וכתנאי מאבק מוטלים, ישראל השיגה מרחב של ביטחון יחסי במחיר של הפיכתה לחברה צבאית לחלוטין המאוחדת בדם ואמונה. אבל ביטחון הוא אשליה, כי טרור המדינה ופחד מעבר לתקווה יוצרים כוח נגדי משלהם כהתנגדות ומהפכה.

       פחד אינו האמצעי היחיד להחלפה, ולא כוח הדבר היחיד שיש לו משמעות.

       ביום הנכבה הזה, הבה נתאבל על קריסת החזון המוסרי ואחוות האנושות כולה ששחררו אותו כרגע המכונן של הזהות הפלסטינית והישראלית כאחד, ונחלום עתיד טוב יותר ממה שהיה לנו בעבר, ונפעל כמין אנושי מאוחד. כדי שזה יהיה אמיתי.

The continuous Nakba’: Palestinians decry perpetual suffering

Farha film trailer/Netflix

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Seventy+ Years of Suffocation | Amnesty International

https://nakba.amnesty.org/en/

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https://time.com/6279800/united-nations-nakba-palestinians/

Why the Director of Netflix’s Farha Depicted the Murder of a Palestinian Family

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May 15 2025 Anniversary of Bloody Thursday Berkeley 1969: Love, Magic, and Political Awakening Amid the Most Massive and Terrible Incident of Police Terror in American History

     In this time of melting glaciers and dying seas, of drought and scarcity of drinking water, of burning rainforests and species extinctions, of acid rain and clouds of poison gas, of humankind drowning in our own wastes of greed and vanity and taking everything else with us, of fascist tyranny and state terror, of the horrors of imperial conquest and wars of dominion which threaten us with nuclear annihilation and the abandonment of the principle of human rights, I find myself reflecting not on the inevitability of our failure but instead on the hope of our defiance of those who would sell us into oblivion.

     And so I write to offer you a fragment of protective magic from my childhood and family history; but first the truth of the peril and existential crisis we face today. 

     As I wrote of biodiversity and extinction in my post of May 13 2019; 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.

      So I wrote among my celebrations of May Day and the coming of spring. I write today not to prophecy apocalypse, but to hold before us hope of redemption. Of Extinction Rebellion and the Green New Deal, of the abolition of police and carceral states, and of solidarity which bridges authorized identities and divisions in seizures of power and revolutionary struggle against those who would enslave us I have written much and will do so again; but I promised magic, and you shall have it.

     As recounted in Lions Roar; ‘In 1969, poet Gary Snyder wrote his “Smokey the Bear Sutra,” imagining Smokey as the Great Sun Buddha giving a discourse, in the style of a Buddhist sutra. Fifty years later, the message of the sutra continues to resonate.”

      I first heard it, a song of shining truth and the incorruptible redemptive power of love, sung by my mother and the women who joined hands in a circle of protection between the protestors holding signs and flowers and the guns of the riot police during the summer of my Awakening to political awareness.

     Gary Snyder had distributed copies of his poem at the February 1969 Sierra Club Wilderness Conference, which were in the hands of the protesters who occupied People’s Park in Berkeley to rally in support of the people of Palestine and demand divestiture of investment in Israeli injustices by the University of California system and our government, just in time for Bloody Thursday on May 15, when his words were the only shield against the shotgun blasts- lethal rounds with multiple shot the size of 38 caliber bullets which had been loaded with intent to kill- fired at random into the crowd by the police.

      Of the six thousand protesters at the scene of what has been called the most violent incident of state terror in American history, only 111 of the victims reached the safety of hospitals. There has never been a full accounting of Bloody Thursday.

     I remember my mother smiling and reaching out to a policeman offering a handful of flowers, and he pumped and aimed a shotgun at her in reply. Is it truly so threatening, a bouquet of flowers, to our systems of unequal power, to patriarchy, to white supremacy, to capitalism, to the carceral state? I have no explanation for how we survived the next few moments. I’d like to think he hesitated to murder for no reason a beautiful woman, with flaming red hair and skin pale as rice powder, fearless and kind and with imperious hazel eyes and a boy less than ten years old at her side, even that she had been identified and orders issued not to shoot a notable academic, surely the greatest scholar of Coleridge and symbolism in medieval religious art of her time and a psychologist and biologist as well as an author of children’s books. But no; chance intervened in the form of a policeman who at that moment threw a grenade into the crowd. There was a flash of light and thunder, like God’s head being split open with a hammer, and all devolved into chaos and death. Time resumed as the crowd fled and policemen fired at our backs; still we escaped harm.

     The moment of my true birth was that in which I stood outside of time, beyond death, and held the universe within me.

     The force wave of the detonations cast my consciousness from my body, like the shadows etched on the walls of Hiroshima, momentarily dead and in a vision of our possible alternate futures become a vessel of fate, bearer of a terrible awareness that we live on the cusp of decision of an age of tyranny, six to eight centuries of fascist and theocratic prison-states, wars and genocides, ending with the extinction of humankind.

     I returned from death in my mother’s arms, and said; “Don’t be afraid. Death is nothing; nothing but Awakening from an illusion.”

     This is why I have learned to read our futures in current events as civilizational choices we make, as adaptations to threats and to change, through the methods of literary criticism, history, psychology, and philosophy; because ours is a time of Rashomon Gate Events which can doom or save us, for our actions have consequences globally and for all of us, and if we are to escape the fall of civilization and our extinction we must reimagine and transform ourselves.

     What happened next? Governor Ronald Reagan unleashed 2,700 soldiers of the National Guard, who joined the Alameda County Sheriffs, in effect a mercenary force who had donned Halloween masks and discarded their badges, in a two week campaign of repression that included bombing the entire city from helicopters with tear gas. When informed of the elementary school children who were hospitalized as a result, he said; “Once the dogs of war have been unleashed, you must expect things will happen, and that people, being human, will make mistakes on both sides.”

     In all of this, I remembered the great spell of love and nonviolence which heralded my Awakening and may have saved the lives of my mother and myself among others.

     As to family history and the origins of Smokey the Bear as a protective spirit,  my aunt Betty invented Smokey the Bear as a character to represent our duty of stewardship of nature during her career in the U.S. Forest Service, named for an actual bear cub raised by herself among other forest rangers and Native Americans together because its mother had died in a forest fire. As the USFS mascot and spokesman, he became the image of one of most successful marketing campaigns in history and a universal symbol which belongs to us all.

     I hope that he will continue to protect all of us and our planet, and to remind us to live in harmony with each other and our fellow beings as companions on a great journey. So, here follows the Smokey the Bear Sutra:

     “Once in the Jurassic, about 150 million years ago, the Great Sun Buddha in this corner of the Infinite Void gave a great Discourse to all the assembled elements and energies: to the standing beings, the walking beings, the flying beings, and the sitting beings—even grasses, to the number of thirteen billion, each one born from a seed, were assembled there: a Discourse concerning Enlightenment on the planet Earth.

 “In some future time, there will be a continent called America. It will have great centers of power called such as Pyramid Lake, Walden Pond, Mt. Rainier, Big Sur, Everglades, and so forth; and powerful nerves and channels such as Columbia River, Mississippi River, and Grand Canyon. The human race in that era will get into troubles all over its head, and practically wreck everything in spite of its own strong intelligent Buddha-nature.”

“The twisting strata of the great mountains and the pulsings of great volcanoes are my love burning deep in the earth. My obstinate compassion is schist and basalt and granite, to be mountains, to bring down the rain. In that future American Era I shall enter a new form: to cure the world of loveless knowledge that seeks with blind hunger; and mindless rage eating food that will not fill it.”

And he showed himself in his true form of

SMOKEY THE BEAR.

A handsome smokey-colored brown bear standing on his hind legs, showing that he is aroused and watchful.

Bearing in his right paw the Shovel that digs to the truth beneath appearances; cuts the roots of useless attach­ments, and flings damp sand on the fires of greed and war;

His left paw in the Mudra of Comradely Display—indicating that all creatures have the full right to live to their limits and that deer, rabbits, chipmunks, snakes, dandelions, and lizards all grow in the realm of the Dharma;

Wearing the blue work overalls symbolic of slaves and laborers, the countless men oppressed by a civilization that claims to save but only destroys;

Wearing the broad-brimmed hat of the West, symbolic of the forces that guard the Wilderness, which is the Natural State of the Dharrna and the True Path of man on earth: all true paths lead through mountains—

With a halo of smoke and flame behind, the forest fires of the Kali-yuga, fires caused by the stupidity of those who think things can be gained and lost whereas in truth all is contained vast and free in the Blue Sky and Green Earth of One Mind;

Round-bellied to show his kind nature and that the great earth has food enough for everyone who loves her and trusts her;

Trampling underfoot wasteful freeways and needless suburbs; smashing the worms of capitalism and totalitarianism;

Indicating the Task: his followers, becoming free of cars, houses, canned food, universities, and shoes, master the Three Mysteries of their own Body, Speech, and Mind; and fearlessly chop down the rotten trees and prune out the sick limbs of this country America and then burn the leftover trash.

Wrathful but Calm, Austere but Comic, Smokey the Bear will Illuminate those who would help him; but for those who would hinder or slander him,

HE WILL PUT THEM OUT.

Thus his great Mantra:

Namah samanta vajranam chanda maharoshana Sphataya hum traka ham mam

“I DEDICATE MYSELF TO THE UNIVERSAL DIAMOND BE THIS RAGING FURY DESTROYED”

And he will protect those who love woods and rivers, Gods and animals, hobos and madmen, prisoners and sick people, musicians, playful women, and hopeful children;

And if anyone is threatened by advertising, air pollution, or the police, they should chant SMOKEY THE BEAR’S WAR SPELL

DROWN THEIR BUTTS

CRUSH THEIR BUTTS

DROWN THEIR BUTTS

CRUSH THEIR BUTTS

And SMOKEY THE BEAR will surely appear to put the enemy out with his vajra-shovel,

Now those who recite this Sutra and then try to put it in practice will accumulate merit as countless as the sands of Arizona and Nevada,

Will help save the planet Earth from total oil slick,

Will enter the age of harmony of man and nature,

Will win the tender love and caresses of men, women, and beasts

Will always have ripe blackberries to eat and a sunny spot under a pine to sit at,

AND IN THE END WILL WIN HIGHEST PERFECT ENLIGHTENMENT.

thus have we heard.”

     A sovereign and independent Palestine and all humankind, throughout the world and our future, as imagined by its people only, with the UN and in future a United Humankind as guarantor of our universal human rights and a free society of equals; for this dream I have struggled for fifty six years now since my first death, of moments only from the concussive pressure wave of a police grenade when I was nine as Reagan ordered the police to open fire on the student divestiture from Israel protests, Bloody Thursday May 15 1969 in People’s Park Berkeley; and as my consciousness was hurled out of my body I stood beyond time and lived myriads of possible futures extending through millennia of alternate timelines and universes.

      I hope that we choose love over fear, power, and force, now in this moment when the fate of humankind balances between liberty and tyranny, and that we are not still merely hoping that solidarity may one day triumph over division fifty years from now, or fifty thousand, but now begin its realization, here in this museum of holocausts both public and private which is our world, this Theatre of Cruelty which is Gaza, Ukraine, America, and the other theatres of World War Three, the concentration camps for migrants at our border, the kidnapping gangs called ICE and the campaign of repression of dissent on our university campuses, endless litanies of woe throughout the world as the humanity is ground out of us by systems of oppression and unequal power, and this museum of tyranny and terror which is Vichy America held captive of the Trump regime’s Fourth Reich and its legitimation of theocratic patriarchal sexual terror and white supremacist terror.

     May peace be upon us all.

Reproduced from the Summer 1970 issue of Wind Bell, where it appeared with the note, “May be reproduced free forever.”

                  Bloody Thursday, a reading list

https://www.theguardian.com/books/2019/jul/06/the-battle-for-peoples-park-berkeley-1969-review-vietnam

https://www.rollingstone.com/culture/culture-news/flashback-ronald-reagan-and-the-berkeley-peoples-park-riots-114873/

https://www.rt.com/usa/343123-reagan-berkeley-park-riot

https://archive.org/details/canhpra_000027

https://www.berkeleydailyplanet.com/issue/2004-04-20/article/18700

http://www.peoplespark.org/wp/

https://sfist.com/2019/05/15/50-years-ago-today-the-battle-for-berkeleys-peoples-park-became-bloody-thursday/

https://alumni.berkeley.edu/california-magazine/spring-2021/the-editorial-that-split-the-daily-cal

https://www.thefreelibrary.com/People’s+park%3a+birth+and+survival.-a0245805621

May 14 2025 America Falls With Our Failure of Empathy, Abandonment of Our Universal Human Rights, Cowardice in Confronting Evil, and Complicity in Genocide: Anniversary of Israel’s 2024 Rafah Campaign

      This first anniversary of the Rafah Campaign’s launch by Israel, and of Genocide Joe once again making us all complicit in Israel’s war crimes and abandoning the idea of universal human rights here in America, finds us in exactly the same horrible position under the Trump regime as Israel begins the annihilation of Gaza.

     Those who would enslave us and the hegemonic elites whom they truly represent dance and caper for our diversion in performances of democracy which are illusionary and an opiate which captures us in the sleep of reason designed to manufacture consent to be subjugated, falsified, commodified, and dehumanized; for through the lens of Gaza Biden and Trump are masks our captors don to confuse us and steal our humanity and our souls. Beyond the stories they tell and the siren songs they sing, was there ever any real difference between Republican and Democratic Parties as organizations of informal power and control, or between democracy and tyranny?

      I hope that one day, in some unimaginable future which I cannot foresee, we can dream such impossible dreams as a free society of equals, and make it real.

      This will do nothing to help the children whose deaths our taxes buy in Palestine or the Ukrainians whose heroic stand for liberty we have betrayed.

     Gaza and Mariupol are both studies in the doctrine of Total War designed by Franco and Hitler and tested at Guernica; but only one of these are paid for by American taxes.

      There may be ideological differences between Trump and Biden and between the Republican and Democratic Parties, but not where it matters, regarding our humanity.

     May we dream better futures than we have our pasts, claw back something of our humanity from the darkness, and seize our stolen souls from those who would enslave us.

     As I wrote on this day last year; Genocide Joe has sent his billion dollar arms gift to Israel back to congress for review, having admitted the true purpose of the two thousand pound city destroying bombs, but seems to imagine the tanks as defensive weapons, having forgotten the Blitzkrieg.

     This as Israel invades Rafah in defiance of his Red Line against sending aid for the mass murders of the Palestinian refugees Israel has herded there, while in America the brutal repression of dissent on universities by student peace and divestiture protesters unfolds as state terror in recapitulation of the Vietnam War, though as yet we have no parallel with the Kent State Massacre.

      If nothing else, the atrocities of the Gaza War have exposed the truths and  monstrosities behind America’s historical role as patron of Israel’s imperial conquest and dominion of Palestine and its seventy years of genocide, ethnic cleansing, crimes against humanity, and the unchecked power of a rapacious and kleptocratic state of theocracy and racism which we have authorized.

     America Falls with our failure of empathy, abandonment of our universal human rights, cowardice in confronting evil, and complicity in genocide.

      As Tolstoy and Lenin asked with such very different results, What is to be done?

      As written by Osita Nwanevu in The Guardian, in an article entitled US students, once again, have led the way. Now we must all stand up for Palestinians: Campus protests in solidarity with the people of Gaza have braved abuse and police raids but history will be kinder; “The student left is the most reliably correct constituency in America. Over the past 60 years, it has passed every great moral test American foreign policy has forced upon the public, including the Vietnam war, the question of relations with apartheid South Africa, and the Iraq war. Student activists were at the heart of the black civil rights movement from the very beginning. To much derision and abuse, they pushed for more rights, protections and respect for women and queer people on their campuses than the wider world was long willing to provide. And over the past 20 years in particular, policymakers have arrived belatedly to stances on economic inequality, climate change, drug policy and criminal justice that putative radicals on campus took up long before them.

     They have not always been right; even when right, their prescriptions for the problems they’ve identified and their means of directing attention to them have not always been prudent. But time and time and time again, the student left in America has squarely faced and expressed truths our politicians and all the eminent and eloquent voices of moderation in the press, in all of their supposed wisdom and good sense, have been unable or unwilling to see. Straining against an ancient and immortal prejudice against youth, it has made a habit of telling the American people, in tones that discomfit, what they need to hear before they are ready to hear it.

     Only later, after the teargas clears and the leering and laughter subside, do we sit puzzled, in the filth of our own entirely avoidable mistakes, and look regretfully backward. Books are written. Documentaries are made. Plaques are installed. At Kent State, a plaza overlooking the university’s commons was constructed to honor the four students the Ohio national guard killed there in 1970. It’s bounded, the university’s website says, by “a jagged, abstract border symbolic of disruptions and the conflict of ideas.” There are daffodils. “Inquire, Learn, Reflect,” an inscription reads. One thing visitors might reflect on is that a Gallup poll taken not long after the shootings found that 58% of Americans believed that anti-war activists had, perhaps in the unrest of the preceding days, brought the deaths at Kent State upon themselves. Today, more than half a century after the fact, we mourn them. We have regrets.

     What will we regret the most about the last few weeks? Which responses to the Gaza protests will linger the longest in our minds? CNN’s comparison of the campus protests to the persecution of Jews “during the 1930s in Europe”, perhaps? The University of Virginia changing its policy on tents to justify the deployment of more force against its students than it called for against the actual Nazis who marched on its campus and killed a woman seven years ago? The New York police department presenting to the press, as proof that outside agitators had organized the occupation of a building at Columbia, a book about the causes of terrorism written by a historian and a bike chain Columbia had been selling to its students? The outside funding actually raised by pro-Israel counter-protesters at UCLA who beat up and threw fireworks at students and faculty as campus and LAPD officers stood by?

     Whenever all of this ends ⁠– whenever we find ourselves ready to survey what’s left of Gaza and its people and ask whether we could have done more to prevent the use of our weapons and our money in their destruction ⁠– what will we have to say for ourselves? When the talking heads are assembled to offer voiceovers atop footage of police grappling and tackling students and faculty whose voices, it will be painfully obvious to most by then, should have been heeded, what words of useless contrition will be offered?

     There have been real instances of antisemitism on campuses since the protests began; here and there we’ve seen real instances of malevolence and idiocy. But to believe, on the basis of anecdata, that hatred and ignorance have motivated the vast majority of students who’ve set up encampments and other pro-Palestinian protests over the last month ⁠– in their many thousands at well over 100 colleges and universities in all but four states ⁠– is to believe what can only be described as an extraordinary propaganda campaign, one pushed by critics in the press and in office who can’t seem to agree on what the protesters are like. These students, we’ve been told, are both popular and unpopular among their peers. They are both ugly and chic. They are fragile and cold-blooded, pathetically soft and remarkably violent. They hate Jews. They are Jews who hate themselves. They’ve exercised both too little message discipline and too much caution with the press at demonstrations that are both laughably chaotic and suspiciously organized. And whoever they are and whatever’s spurred them into action, the students are, clearly, in need of either a good sock to the mouth or a good lay ⁠– the better to focus their attention away from politics and on their studies, on political matters close to home rather than halfway across the world, or political matters halfway across the world more deserving of their attention, like the plight of the suffering in China, Cuba, Venezuela, North Korea, Saudi Arabia, Syria, Sudan, Iran or Azerbaijan.

     No one with their eyes on Gaza denies that there are many bad things happening in the world at any given time. None of those who’ve troubled law- and opinion-makers so with their insistence that the Palestinians are people would argue that the Palestinians are the only suffering people on the globe. But they are suffering largely as a consequence of American foreign policy. On Wednesday, President Biden announced that the United States will freeze the supply of offensive weaponry to Israel if it continues with the full invasion of Rafah, an announcement that follows admissions that the campaign being waged in Gaza, with our bombs, has thus far been waged with dubious military objectives and with insufficient regard for civilian life.

     The guilty parties here include not only our political leaders but our private institutions, our colleges among them

     What the White House has yet to admit, though, is that the nearly 35,000 Palestinians who have been killed and the 1.9 million Palestinians who have been displaced over the last seven months are the victims not only of this particular war and the logic of collective responsibility for the massacres of 7 October being deployed by Israeli leaders, but the willingness of this country to sanction Israel’s denial of Palestinian human rights for decades. And the guilty parties here include not only our political leaders but our private institutions, our colleges among them, which, through the investments they have sustained in Israel and the arms manufacturers supplying its war, have rendered themselves complicit in wrongs that should trouble us as deeply as apartheid in South Africa now does. Nothing should surprise us about the fact that Israel now faces similar divestment campaigns; after weeks of moaning and groaning that the demands of student protesters have been unexpressed, unclear or impossible to meet, multiple colleges have, in fact, made certain concessions to them and announced plans to take further demands into consideration. Encampments at Brown, Northwestern, Rutgers and the University of Minnesota were voluntarily disbanded on that basis.

     But it should also be unsurprising that far more colleges have responded to student demonstrators by calling in the authorities ⁠– an authorization of force prefigured by the remarkable crackdowns on pro-Palestinian speech we’ve seen at institutions across the country since October. One of the perversities of the situation is that despite all this, we probably haven’t heard the last about our “woke universities” ⁠– as they have for more than a hundred years, the right and centrists who share their contempt for college students will, against all available evidence, continue insisting that American campuses have been ideologically captured by the very people we’ve just witnessed campus administrators go to war against. They will do all they can to obscure it, but it should be plain now that all the shallow representation most visible to pundits⁠ – the diversity and equity teams, the minorities in high positions ⁠– hasn’t changed the fact that the majority of American universities are largely beholden to donors, trustees and, increasingly, politicians, well to the right of the most progressive voices on campus.

     In the months ahead, many on the left will surely call upon universities to hold true to their commitments to open discourse and redress the censorship and harassment of Israel’s critics. They should. But we should also resist the flight to abstraction ⁠– dishwatery invocations of free speech, murky and lukewarm, that no one ever seems to really mean and that function chiefly as bulwarks against substantive debate. The dignity of the Palestinian people and their right to resist their oppression plainly aren’t chief among the dangerous and controversial ideas we’ve heard so much about protecting over the last decade; we cannot rely upon the putatively neutral authorities and institutions that have done so much to suppress them to act now in their defense on abstract grounds. So it goes. The job now, as the Israelis press into Rafah, is to change public opinion ⁠on the actual matter at hand – to make urgent arguments to the American public not about the plight of Palestine’s defenders on campus but the plight of the Palestinians. The students have done their part; they will be recognized in time. Now it’s up to the rest of us.”  

US students, once again, have led the way. Now we must all stand up for Palestinians

US advances $1bn Israel weapons package amid Rafah tensions

Package in congressional review process after Biden delayed shipment of bombs over fears they would be used to attack Rafah

Israeli tanks reach residential areas as IDF pushes further into Rafah

Witnesses report clashes in streets after seeing tanks cross strategically important Salah al-Din road

https://www.theguardian.com/world/article/2024/may/14/israeli-tanks-residential-areas-idf-push-further-rafah

At least eight Israeli strikes on Gaza aid groups since October, says report

Human Rights Watch says warnings were not issued before attacks, which have killed or injured dozens

‘Man-made starvation’: the obstacles to Gaza aid deliveries – visual guide

https://www.theguardian.com/world/2024/mar/22/obstacles-to-gaza-aid-deliveries-visual-guide

‘A new abyss’: Gaza and the hundred years’ war on Palestine – podcast

While much has changed since 7 October, the horrific events of the past six months are not unique, and do not stand outside history

Losing the Fight for a Better World Takes a Toll

https://jacobin.com/2024/05/defeat-politics-burnout-book-review/?fbclid=IwZXh0bgNhZW0CMTEAAR0nMHK_yDG3KDDmyXRQk4dAd5cVtDYSrd7NsDruegBRauypKgR_cIqaE68_aem_AalP_OeW2MH-KMbwFVAHpxHbeZLgDDtb3T8peu3Ru4L7U-PESHASCM5EOrtk6Al7T2rFwtO6fSucGRwOAhTuUNL9

Arabic

14 مايو 2024 أمريكا تسقط بفشلنا في التعاطف، والتخلي عن حقوقنا الإنسانية العالمية، والجبن في مواجهة الشر، والتواطؤ في الإبادة الجماعية: بدء الهجوم الإسرائيلي على رفح

      أرسل جو هدية الأسلحة التي تبلغ قيمتها مليار دولار إلى إسرائيل إلى الكونجرس لمراجعتها، بعد أن اعترف بالغرض الحقيقي لتدمير القنابل في المدينة التي يبلغ وزنها ألفي رطل، ولكن يبدو أنه يتخيل الدبابات كأسلحة دفاعية، بعد أن نسي الحرب الخاطفة.

      يأتي هذا في الوقت الذي تغزو فيه إسرائيل رفح في تحدٍ لخطه الأحمر ضد إرسال المساعدات لعمليات القتل الجماعي للاجئين الفلسطينيين الذين تحشدهم إسرائيل هناك، بينما يتكشف في أمريكا القمع الوحشي للمعارضة في الجامعات من خلال السلام الطلابي والمتظاهرين على سحب الاستثمارات باعتباره إرهاب دولة في تلخيص لإسرائيل. حرب فيتنام، على الرغم من أنه ليس لدينا حتى الآن أي تشابه مع مذبحة ولاية كينت.

       إذا لم يكن هناك شيء آخر، فقد كشفت الفظائع التي ارتكبت في حرب غزة عن الحقائق والفظائع الكامنة وراء الدور التاريخي الذي لعبته أمريكا كراعية للغزو الإمبريالي الإسرائيلي لفلسطين وهيمنتها وسبعين عامًا من الإبادة الجماعية والتطهير العرقي والجرائم ضد الإنسانية، والقوة غير المقيدة لإسرائيل. حالة الثيوقراطية والعنصرية الجشعة والكلبتوقراطية التي سمحنا بها.

      إن أميركا تسقط بفشلنا في التعاطف، والتخلي عن حقوقنا الإنسانية العالمية، والجبن في مواجهة الشر، والتواطؤ في الإبادة الجماعية.

       وكما تساءل تولستوي ولينين بنتائج مختلفة تمامًا، ما الذي يجب فعله؟

Hebrew

14 במאי 2024 אמריקה נופלת עם כישלוננו באמפתיה, נטישת זכויות האדם האוניברסליות שלנו, פחדנות בהתמודדות עם הרוע ושותפות ברצח עם: התקפת ישראל ברפיח מתחילה

      רצח העם ג’ו שלח את מתנת הנשק שלו של מיליארד דולר לישראל בחזרה לביקורת בקונגרס, לאחר שהודה במטרה האמיתית של עיריית אלפיים לירות השמדת פצצות, אבל נראה שהוא מדמיין את הטנקים כנשק הגנתי, לאחר ששכח את הבליצקריג.

      זאת כאשר ישראל פולשת לרפיח בהתרסה לקו האדום שלו נגד שליחת סיוע לרציחות ההמוניות של הפליטים הפלסטינים שישראל עדרה שם, בעוד שבאמריקה הדיכוי האכזרי של מחלוקות על האוניברסיטאות על ידי מפגיני שלום סטודנטים ומפגיני ביטול ביטול מתגלה כטרור ממלכתי בסיכום של מלחמת וייטנאם, אם כי עדיין אין לנו מקבילה לטבח במדינת קנט.

       אם שום דבר אחר, הזוועות של מלחמת עזה חשפו את האמיתות והמפלצות שמאחורי תפקידה ההיסטורי של אמריקה כפטרונית של הכיבוש הקיסרי והשליטה של ישראל על פלסטין ושבעים שנות רצח עם, טיהור אתני, פשעים נגד האנושות והכוח הבלתי מבוקש של מצב דורס וקלפטוקרטי של תיאוקרטיה וגזענות שאישרנו.

      אמריקה נופלת עם כישלון האמפתיה שלנו, נטישת זכויות האדם האוניברסליות שלנו, פחדנות בהתמודדות עם הרוע ושותפות ברצח עם.

       כפי ששאלו טולסטוי ולנין בתוצאות כה שונות, מה יש לעשות

May 14 2025 Impeachment of Traitor Trump Begins

      We celebrate today the presentation before Congress of Articles of Impeachment for Traitor Trump; that this is the third such attempt to hold the monster accountable under the law does nothing to diminish the triumph and historical Rashomon Gate Event of this victory of the people over a mad idiot grifter and enemy agent who would be king, and make all of us subjects rather than citizens.

     While the grand spectacles of tyranny and liberty play out on the stage of Congress and the history of the world like a kind of gladiatorial arena in which the soul of America is broken or forged, of questionable value as revolutionary struggle considering the failures of the first two impeachments, the fascist infiltration of the Supreme Court, and the stacked deck of our legislature, but a performance very useful to those in power and the elite hegemonies of wealth, power, and privilege they truly represent in offering the masses an illusion of control and democracy, what can we ourselves do to bring a Reckoning to Trump and all those who would enslave us?

     As I wrote in my post of November 8 2024, Elegy For the Fall of America;      In the wake of the Fall of America to the Fourth Reich and the advent of the Age of Tyrants, of the obliteration of possible futures in which humankind survives the terrors and cataclysms to come, our shared public trauma, grief, and rage gathers us all together as it generates waves of consequences which will reach their limit not in the destruction of our nation, nor of our civilization throughout the world, but only in the extinction of humankind.

    We are now all of us prisoners of a madhouse run by its most brutal, degraded, perverse, and delusional inmates, the mask of the Fourth Reich which is the Republican Party, and set to enact our authorized identities and declaim our lines with gibbering whimsy by the sadistic fiend who modeled himself on Hitler, lost and won several fortunes as the kingpin of a human trafficking syndicate and launderer of Russian oligarchs secret wealth, whose mission as a Russian spy is the subversion of democracy, and worships only Moloch the Seducer, demon of lies; Our Clown of Terror and Rapist In Chief, Traitor Trump.

      This we must Resist; but how?

      First, everything the enemy says is a lie. Question, seek proof, test, and share your truths as a witness of history and a truth teller, for to become human is to pursue the truth. Perform the Four Primary Duties of a Citizen; Question Authority, Expose Authority, Mock Authority, and Challenge Authority. Beware of those who claim to speak and act in your name, for this is a primary strategy of fascism. Always pay attention to the man behind the curtain. Speak, write, teach, organize. And remember always, silence is complicity.

     Second, let us act in solidarity and as guarantors of each other’s parallel and interdependent rights as citizens and universal human rights. Such action gathers momentum and becomes an unstoppable force.  

      Third, refuse to submit to authority. Never stay down, regardless of the costs, the fear and pain, ostracism and brutal repression. Claw your way out of the ruins and make yet another Last Stand, beyond hope of victory or even survival. This is our victory, for it is a power which cannot be taken from us.

       So, Resistance is asking questions, witness, and truth telling; solidarity of action, and refusal to submit.

       All Resistance is War to the Knife; those who respect no limits and no laws may hide behind none.

       Herein two warnings I give; the first is that violence and the use of social force obeys Newton’s Third Law of Motion and always operates in both directions, so you must know precisely what consequences you are trying to achieve. My question for the use of force is simple; who holds power? Not who is innocent or the victim, for as Shaw teaches us in My Fair Lady this places a moral burden of judgement on victims, and often there are no innocent. And because we must avoid the false dilemma of moral equivalence, my rule for changing the balance of unequal power is Malcolm X’s dictum; By Any Means Necessary.

      The second is to remember always Nietzsche’s principle; “He who fights against monsters should see to it that he does not become a monster in the process. And when you stare long into an abyss, the abyss also stares into you.”

Shri Thanedar Reads Out Articles Of Impeachment Against Trump On The House Floor

Mad King Trump    (Skull of an Ancestor by Geli Korzhev)

     Here follow my essays on the impeachments of Trump:

June 7 2019 Call to Bring Articles of Impeachment Against Trump

     Both hilarious and terrifying, The Articles of Impeachment Against Donald J. Trump: A Draft, By Ian Prasad Philbrick published in The New York Times June 5 2019, simply replaces a few lines here and there from the Impeachment documents of Nixon and Clinton to create a legal basis by which to hold Trump accountable for his countless crimes against America and the future of our freedom.

     In this time of darkness, depravity, and state terror, when the torch of Liberty gutters and burns low, monsters of fear and hate arising in the gathering shadows, we must join together in resistance and win a brighter future for us all.

    Is this not the beauty of human beings, as citizens and co-owners of our own government in a free society of equals; to hold fast to ourselves and each other, to resist tyranny and yield not, nor abandon our fellows, no matter the odds against us nor the cost of our freedom?

    Now is the time to call for Impeachment, regardless of party affiliation or any other differences, for all loyal Americans and their representatives in Congress to stand up and be counted, to declare for the principles embodied in our Constitution, liberty, equality, truth, justice, and the ideals of our civilization and of democracy as founded in the Forum of Athens, or be unmasked as treasonous betrayers of our oaths of office and citizenship and stand revealed and condemned as unworthy before the judgement of history.

     We must act to secure our legacy for the future and redeem the work of over two thousand years and more than 80 generations of human lives now held captive and at risk of destruction by the mad Tyrant Trump.

     Our actions in the crucible of this moment will define us forever, will exalt or brand us in the eyes of our descendants, for it is their freedom as well as our own we will now ruin or redeem.

     September 24 2019 America rediscovers its values: the impeachment of Pennywise

     Jubilation in the streets as America rediscovers its values and begins the impeachment of Pennywise, clown and cannibalistic monster who dwells beneath the human face of Trump, a mask of flesh stolen from the abducted and enslaved women in the brothels his grandfather built the Trump family fortune on during the Alaska Gold Rush, and who today carries forward the legacy of terror and misogyny he was raised with, whose election should be de-certified as the coup of a foreign power and whose Presidency has no legitimacy.

     History will remember Trump as the standard bearer of the global Fourth Reich and its assault on democracy, stealer of children for his vile and twisted purposes, author of genocidal ethnic cleansing and builder of concentration camps, pathological liar and ignorant fool, whose alliance of xenophobic racists and white supremacists,  Christian Identity fanatics and other fundamentalists who dream of the restoration of the Patriarchy and a quasi-Confederacy under medieval Biblical law as a tyranny of the Elect, and amoral Plutocrats out to loot America for all the wealth they can send offshore while sabotaging our economy and driving our nations into collapse, thereby removing the major guarantor of freedom and human rights in the world and opening everything to exploitation.

     A full accounting of the treasons and crimes of Trump and his Republican conspirators would fill a thousand pages and more, would roll on like the endless night litany of the death of God during an Orthodox Easter service; but this is the moment of its end, wherein the chanting turns to rapture and joy at the break of dawn, for Nancy Pelosi and the power brokers of the Democratic Party have rummaged around in Pandora’s Box and found at last our hope, calling for impeachment and the restoration of the rule of law just at the point of no return, before the legitimacy of our government and the values on which it is built, freedom, equality, truth, and justice, are forever lost and America falls to fascism and tyranny, and with it the world descends into a Dark Age.

     It took a millennia to emerge from the last one; civilization may not be recoverable again, should it fall under conditions of fascism and totalitarian regimes of absolute state power and surveillance, war, ethnostates and genocides, and unbridled extractive plunder of the earth. And this we must resist.

     Therefore celebrate with me the call for impeachment, and prepare ourselves for the great struggle ahead to make it real, to reawaken America’s values and to save democracy and universal human rights throughout the world.

January 16 2020; As the Articles of Impeachment are Signed, Let Us Remember the Unfitness, Lies, and Crimes of Traitor Trump

     As the Articles of Impeachment are signed, let us remember the unfitness, lies, and crimes of Traitor Trump; his subversions of democracy, his use of gun violence and deniable forces of white supremacist terror, his concentration camps and campaign of ethnic cleansing, his crimes against children and perversions of misogyny and sexual terror, his sabotage of America’s global hegemony of power and privilege and our role as principal guarantor of freedom, his defilement of our sacred honor and betrayal of our historical legacy as a free society of equals, and his treasonous and criminal actions as a Russian agent and as chief conspirator of the Fourth Reich in the destruction of our values and institutions of freedom, equality, truth, and justice.

    Our President is the primary existential threat to the survival of the United States of America and to democracy globally. And this we must resist with our whole lives and to the last, all we who love liberty.

February 5 2020 Democracy Falls in America: the Acquittal of Traitor Trump

   Today we have witnessed the fall of democracy in America and the dawn of an age of tyranny from which western civilization born in the Forum of Athens may never recover; the last such rebirth took a millennium of darkness between the Fall of Rome and the Renaissance, and our recovery as a free society of equals under conditions of absolute surveillance and social control in a Fourth Reich of patriarchy, racism, and state terror is far less certain than it was when overrun by barbarians, for today the barbarians have seized control of our government and its vast apparatus of force.

    This we must resist, by any means necessary. 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.

     I mourn for America and for Liberty, for our loss of meaning and of value, for the desecration and annihilation of our principles and our role as a beacon of hope to the world.

     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, 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 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 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.”

January 13 2021 You Cannot Reason with a Tiger When Your Head Is In Its Mouth: the Second Impeachment of Traitor Trump

   The inspirational and sadly relevant film Darkest Hour contains a fictional quote from Winston Churchill which I’m thinking of as I watch the historic trial of the most dangerous terrorist and foreign agent to ever attack America, the Second Impeachment of Donald Trump, unfold on television with its endless litany of woes, violations of our ideals, and subversions of our democracy by Our Clown of Terror, Traitor Trump; “You cannot reason with a tiger when your head is in its mouth.”

    As the Battle of Britain was then, so the January 6 Insurrection and the existential threat of fascist tyranny is now; so also with the crisis of decision our nation faces in choosing to hold those who would destroy us accountable for their actions or to surrender that liberty which we have purchased with the blood of our sacred dead, and which is our legacy to the future of humankind.

    Will Trump’s Republican collaborators in fascism seize the moment to repudiate and disavow him and rejoin our society as loyal and honorable American patriots, or will they continue to stand with treason and terror?

    This moment of decision and the witness of history will forever reveal to us not only the character and merit, relative innocence or guilt, and goodness or evil of our representatives and standard bearers of democracy, but of ourselves as a nation and America as an ideal and guarantor of liberty and a beacon of hope to the world.

     Those who enable or refuse to denounce treason and terror will forever bear the title they merit; Enemy of the People. Dishonorable and cowardly grifters whose purpose in life is to loot the public wealth, those Republican enablers of treason and terror who are not personally white supremacist Nazi-Confederate fanatics but merely conspired with them to enrich themselves are abandoning Trumps Ship of Fools like rats fleeing a sinking ship. They would like us to forget their criminal complicity and act like this is business as usual, just helping murdering lunatics subjugate nonwhite people and overthrow the government; but it is not, and we will never forget.

     Now is the time not for moral cowardice and the corruption of greed, but for the courage to follow the better angels of our nature and to heed our devils not.

     The regime of Trump’s Fourth Reich has been America’s darkest hour. Let us now begin to reach for the light.

https://www.cnn.com/politics/live-news/house-trump-impeachment-vote-01-13-21/index.html?fbclid=IwAR1w6mQ3k17ozwj6eKbAO3xHLv8Vy9Ezb0M2h-UAyE0ov8gsZyKSoy2C5Ok

January 27 2021 Holocaust Remembrance Day, as the Senate Deliberates the Impeachment of Trump and the Repudiation of Fascist Tyranny and White Supremacist Terror

     On this Holocaust Remembrance Day, as the Senate deliberates the impeachment of Trump and the repudiation of Fascist tyranny and white supremacist terror, it is with special urgency that we reflect on the liberation of Auschwitz seventy-six years ago today; on the meaning, origins, and consequences of human evil, and a nation’s failure to resist its seduction and subjugation, and how each of us will meet its challenges both as individuals and as a nation.

     So many of the issues we face link back to racist and sectarian divisions of exclusionary otherness, hegemonies of elite wealth, power, and privilege and authorized hierarchies of belonging; the injustices of state terror and racist police violence, the disparities of healthcare access and economic insecurity which have driven the emergence of a vast precariat during the pandemic, and the existential threat of the collapse of democracy and the capture of our government by the Fourth Reich of which Trump’s January 6 Insurrection is but the tip of an iceberg.

     Our purpose in the second impeachment of Trump is the discovery and exposure of the network of conspiracy which has enabled his crimes, and a public reckoning for all of his collaborators in treason, tyranny, and terror. Under oath and on the record for all of history, let us pursue fascism to its destruction.

    Dismantling the network of treason and white supremacist terror which has seized us in its jaws and bringing its conspirators to justice will not be enough to free us from its threat, which hangs above our heads like a Sword of Damocles; we must also abolish the institutions of state terror and tyranny, of force and control, surveillance and disinformation, birthed in overwhelming and pervasive fear on 911 and given free reign by the Patriot Act. For the power and secrecy of our security service and a militarized police are not a strength but a weakness; they give authority the means to drive us into submission and transform democracy into tyranny. No state should possess such powers.

     What is to be done? Lenin’s great question resonates for us today as it did against monarchies and colonial empires, and as our civilization destroyed itself in the World Wars. The fall of democracy and of global human civilization is once again possible because many of our governments have been attacked from within by the subversion of intrusive forces, but also because of the mechanical failures of our systems and structures from their internal contradictions. These flaws in the ways we have chosen to be human together we must reimagine and transform.

     To choose one example of an area of reform among the apparatus of state terror and tyranny, a clear and present evil to represent the rest, consider the social use of force in the case of our concentration camps for nonwhite migrants at our border with Mexico, and the horrors of our racist ethnic cleansing and campaign of genocide in the example of the psychological torture of migrant children, the legacy of abandonment from our policy of orphaning and the cruel mystery of the lost children.

      We must throw open the gates of these prisons and welcome those who have come to us for safety and for freedom as our brothers and sisters in liberty and a free society of equals.

    We must disband the instruments of ethnic cleansing and tyranny including Homeland Security and its ICE and Border Patrol forces, and their deniable assets including fifth columns within our military and security services, secret armies, and organizations of terror including those which stormed our capitol, and hold accountable all those responsible for enacting and carrying out policies of racist ethnic cleansing, genocide, and crimes against humanity just as we did at Nuremberg.

     Above all we must rescue the children from abuse and crimes against humanity by our government. Each of us has the opportunity to test ourselves and the quality of our humanity in righteous action, by uniting in challenge to authority and to evil in defense of the innocent.

   For never again is no longer a historical reference to an incomprehensible evil, and has become a choice each of us must make. How we answer this test will condemn or redeem us, decide the fate of countless others and signal the fall or rebirth of our civilization.

     Our choice is simple; when they come for the children, shall we surrender them to torture and disappearance by the state and its police, or shall we defend and protect them to the last?

     How would we have met this test in that other time of darkness generations ago, whose history surfaces one particular face to represent all the unknown faces of the lost children?

     And so I ask you, I beg, I demand; abandon not the innocent, but be a refuge and sanctuary from hate.

     I ask you in the name of Anne Frank. 

 February 10 2021 Treason, Tyranny, and Terror on Trial: As the Second Impeachment of Traitor Trump Begins, I Submit Charges Before the People’s Tribunal of Crimes Against Humanity for Which Trump and His Collaborators Should Now Be On Trial

     Among the many crimes against humanity for which Traitor Trump and his collaborators should be on trial but are not yet include the genocide and ethnic cleansing of Mexican and other nonwhite migrants, the concentration camps at our border, the orphaning and torture of children, and the state tyranny and terror of fascist and racist violence as national policy perpetrated by the ICE and Border Patrol components of Homeland Security, forces of repression which are antidemocratic by their nature and which should be abolished as a top priority of the Restoration of America.

    Just as villainous and reprehensible is the parallel program of racist police violence and the carceral state to re-enslave Black American citizens and enforce systemic forms of inequality and injustice through state terror, repression of dissent, the force of a militarized police and the counterinsurgency model of policing which has transformed our security services into an army of occupation with primarily political objectives, and the control of pervasive and endemic surveillance and propaganda, lies, illusions, and subversions of the truth.

     Our Clown of Terror, Traitor Trump, and his circus of fools, degenerates, and barbarians, his enablers and collaborators both within the government and his shadow forces rallying under the Confederate flag to bring violence and insurrection to our nations capital and to the streets of our cities throughout America, are co-conspirators and instigators in the murders of every Black American killed by police shooting or other racist violence since its authorization by Trump in the wake of Charlottesville.

      And every missing child kidnapped by the state and disappeared into what abominable slavery or human trafficking designed in the diseased imagination of Trump and his Epstein buddies we know not of, every migrant of the huddled masses yearning to be free who died in the quest to reach the safety of America because the water caches had been intentionally sabotaged by criminals in the uniform of our nation who were “just following orders” like their counterparts in the SS during the Holocaust, every prisoner who died in custody because they were denied water or medical care; the blood of these and countless other victims of Trump’s narcissistic self-aggrandizement and regime of fascist corruption, racism, and patriarchal sexual terror is on the hands of every  Republican who voted for him and fails now in this trial to repudiate him publicly and renounce his works as among those of the devils which he serves. 

     For in his actions Trump has been not only a foreign agent and Putin’s puppet whose mission is the subversion of democracy and the Fall of America, but also a slave of Moloch the Seducer, Demon of Lies, in that he is not merely a pathological liar but also an idiot madman who cannot distinguish truth from lies, and who has weaponized his delusions and psychopathy as instruments of our falsification and subjugation in his quest for tyrannical power.

     The bizarre and lurid dark fairytales of the QAnon conspiracy theory movement, like the charges of the Inquisition and the Nazis which othered witches and Jews on which QAnon is constructed, serves as deflection from Trump’s loathsome perversions and sexual terrorism.

     His Stop the Steal campaign is a similar deflection which shields him from inquiry into the Stolen Election of 2016 and the fact that his Presidency was entirely illegitimate and due to Russian interference; it was also the rhetorical and organizational basis of his final attempted coup on January 6, for which he is now being impeached for the second time.

     We must cast out the monsters from among us, the racists and white supremacist terrorists, the Gideonite fundamentalists and patriarchs of Christian Identity fascism and sexual terror, and the amoral forces of repression of those who would enslave us and who enforce hegemonies of elite power and privilege and hierarchies of exclusionary otherness armed with guns and badges and the authority of a government which has been infiltrated by the Fourth Reich, an implacable and relentless enemy which has come just short of seizing us in its jaws.

     We must give fascism no second chances.

https://www.huffpost.com/entry/trump-impeachment-incitement-insurrection-senate_n_60228f2dc5b689330e32b4b8

February 13 2021 A Curtain Falls: End of the Second Impeachment

     Today the Republican Party has passed on a crucial opportunity to distance itself from the regime and legacy of Trump, one which may have preserved it as a voice of true conservatism safeguarding the anchorages of our traditions, values, and institutions of democracy to buffer the shock of change in a world of increasing contingency and ephemeral mutability, in which adaptation to new threats and conditions is a requirement of survival, and instead chosen to surrender their legitimacy.

     This I mourn, for the future of America and humankind will require both a conserving force and a revolutionary force able to cooperate as partners in a game such as chess; each struggling against the other to shape the patterns of meaning and value which emerge like the shell of a fantastic sea creature as a history expressed in our form, but playing by the same rules.

     Our representatives have passed their judgement; but we must now pass ours.

May 13 2025 Anniversary of the 1978 Move Commune Bombing by Philadelphia Police

     Among the most outrageous and horrific incidents of police terror and racially motivated crimes against humanity in American history is the bombing of the Move commune of Philadelphia on this day in 1978.

      Our endemic and pervasive racism as a nation and a society combines horrifically with authoritarianism and a militarized police state of force and control according to the counterinsurgency model, force multipliers which serve to dehumanize our nonwhite population, devalue the idea of citizenship, and enforce their subjugation and re enslavement as bond prison labor.

     While racism and submission to authority are complex and as social and psychological issues beyond the scope of structural change alone, racist police violence has a simple cure; disarm and demilitarize the police. Without weapons they are rendered harmless.

      We must return to our public safety and security services their primary role as guarantors of our universal human rights and providers of public well being. 

      The bombing of the Move Commune gives the lie to our idea of policing as a public safety service; we must dismantle the carceral state to free ourselves from the legacies of slavery and historical inequalities and injustices, abandon the use of social force, and begin to forge a free society of equals.

     As written by Ed Pilkington in The Guardian in an article entitled A siege. A bomb. 48 dogs. And the black commune that would not surrender; “For 40 years, Janine Phillips Africa had a technique for coping with being cooped up in a prison cell for a crime she says she did not commit. She would avoid birthdays, Christmas, New Year and any other events that emphasized time passing while she was not free.

      “The years are not my focus,” she wrote in a letter to the Guardian. “I keep my mind on my health and the things I need to do day by day.”

     On Saturday she could finally begin accepting the passage of time. She and her cellmate and sister in the black liberation struggle, Janet Holloway Africa, were released from SCI Cambridge Springs in Pennsylvania, after a long struggle for parole.

     The release of Janine, 63, and Janet, 68, marks a key moment in the history of the Move 9, the group of African American black power and environmental campaigners who were imprisoned after a police siege of their home in August 1978. The pair were the last of four women in the group either to be paroled or to die behind bars.

     The saga of Move was one of the most dramatic and surreal of the 1970s black liberation struggle. Along with their peers, the women lived in a communal house in Philadelphia under group founder John Africa, AKA Vincent Leaphart. All members took the last name Africa to show they considered themselves a family.

     A cross between the Black Panthers and west coast hippies, Move campaigned not only for equal treatment for African Americans but also for respect for animals and nature, caring for 48 stray dogs in the house.

     Such unconventional attitudes brought them into conflict with neighbours and the Philadelphia police, a notoriously brutal force even by American standards. After a siege lasting several months, on 8 August 1978 officers went in to clear the group from the property. In the melee, officer James Ramp was shot and killed with a single bullet.

     Despite the single shooter, and despite the fact that the group always protested that they were unarmed and that Ramp was killed by fire from fellow officers, the five men and four women were each sentenced to 30 years to life.

     Janine Africa’s release was bittersweet. While she was in prison, she corresponded over two years with the Guardian. In her letters she talked about the double tragedy of her life.

     Two years before the 1978 siege, police turned up at the Move house in Powelton Village and began harassing the group. A scuffle ensued and Janine was knocked over as she held her three-week-old baby, Life, in her arms.

     The baby appeared to have been trampled, his skull shattered. He died later that day.

     Then on 13 May 1985, by which time Janine Africa had been in prison for seven years, she was told the terrible news that the remaining members of the Move “family” had been assaulted a second time. On this occasion police didn’t just go in guns blazing – they dropped an incendiary bomb from a helicopter.

     It caused a fire that destroyed the Move house and 60 other homes in a largely African American neighborhood. Eleven Move members burned to death. They included founder John Africa and five children, one of whom was Janine’s other son, Little Phil, aged 12.

     The Guardian asked Janine how she came to terms with having seen two children killed by police brutality.

     “There are times when I think about Life and my son Phil,” she wrote, “but I don’t keep those thoughts in my mind long because they hurt. The murder of my children, my family, will always affect me, but not in a bad way. When I think about what this system has done to me and my family, it makes me even more committed to my belief.”

     The parole of the two women follows the release last June of Debbie Sims Africa, who was arrested in the 1978 siege when she was eight months pregnant and who went on to give birth to her son, Michael Davis Jr, in a prison cell. A fourth woman, Merle Austin Africa, died in prison in March 1998.

     Of the men, three remain in prison: Eddie Goodman Africa, who has recently gone before a parole panel, and Chuck Sims Africa and Delbert Orr Africa. Michael Davis Africa Sr, the father of the boy born in a cell and husband of Debbie, was released in October. Phil Africa died in prison in January 2015.

     The attorney for the two released women, Brad Thomson of People’s Law Office, said their parole was a victory not only for them and their loved ones but also for the Move organization and the “movement to free all political prisoners”.

     As written by former Mayor W Wilson Goode in The Guardian; “When I was mayor, Philadelphia bombed civilians. It’s time for the city to apologise

Thiry-five years ago, we did something inexcusable. A formal apology is crucial for the healing process, and overdue.

     The date 13 May will be forever etched in my mind.

     Thirty-five years ago, members of Move, a black liberation and back-to-nature group, barricaded themselves in a row house in west Philadelphia. The situation escalated into an armed standoff with the Philadelphia police. On 13 May 1985, the police dropped an explosive device from a helicopter on to the house. The decision to drop explosives on a house filled with people was indefensible. The bombs ignited a fire which killed 11 people, including five children, and razed 61 homes to the ground.

     The event will remain on my conscience for the rest of my life. I was the mayor of Philadelphia at the time. Although I was not personally involved in all the decisions that resulted in 11 deaths, I was chief executive of the city. I would not intentionally harm anyone, but it happened on my watch. I am ultimately responsible for those I appointed. I accept that responsibility and I apologize for their reckless actions that brought about this horrific outcome, even though I knew nothing about their specific plan of action.

     This is the fourth time I’ve publicly apologized. My first official apology on behalf of the city came on 14 May 1985 in a televised address to the citizens of Philadelphia, to the Move family and to their neighbors. Today I would like to apologize again and extend that apology to all who experienced, and in many cases continue to experience, pain and distress from the government actions that day. They include the Move family, their neighbors, the police officers, firefighters and other public servants as well as all the citizens of Philadelphia.

     There can never be an excuse for dropping an explosive from a helicopter on to a house with men, women and children inside

But there’s something more I want to suggest on this important anniversary. After 35 years it would be helpful for the healing of all involved, especially the victims of this terrible event, if there was a formal apology made by the City of Philadelphia. That way we can begin to build a bridge that spans from the tragic events of the past into our future. Many in the city still feel the pain of that day. I know I will always feel the pain.

     There can never be an excuse for dropping an explosive from a helicopter on to a house with men, women and children inside and then letting the fire burn. I will never accept one. Some want me to blame the Move family or their neighbors; that is absolutely wrong thinking and I will never do so. We will never know exactly what happened on 13 May 1985 on Osage Avenue, but I do know there are some things beyond excusing.

     I know I can’t change the past by apologizing, but I can express my deep and sincere regrets and call upon other former and current elected officials to do so. I believe this action can be a small step toward healing. I apologize and encourage others do the same. We will be a better city for it.

     The Rev Dr W Wilson Goode, Sr served as mayor of Philadelphia from 1984-1992”.

     As written by Hannah Epstein in MSN, in an article entitled 40 Years After the MOVE Bombing, the Scars Remain; “Mike Africa Jr. sat in his office in West Philadelphia, his hands resting on the table, his gaze steady and straight ahead. “I saw smoke, and a friend of mine said, ‘They dropped a bomb on MOVE.’ And I just immediately dismissed him. Like, ‘No they didn’t’.”

     Forty years ago today, Philadelphia became known as the city that bombed itself.

     The bombing, which has come to be seen as one of the darkest days in the city’s history, began as a tense standoff between city officials and a back-to-earth Black liberation organization called MOVE over neighborhood noise complaints. It ended with the brutal deaths of 11 MOVE members, five of whom were children.

     Africa, now 46, was only 6 years old when Philadelphia police dropped a bomb on 6221 Osage Avenue, MOVE’s then-headquarters. But he remembers everything. “I knew something was happening because in the house people were moving funny.… I went in [my grandma’s] house to find out what was up. And I saw them watching the news.”

     “It was a dark day because of what happened,” he added. “But it was a bright day. It was a sunny day.”

     Africa, who lived a few miles away with his grandmother, had spent so much time at the house that all 11 deaths, particularly those of the children, felt painfully personal. “Tomaso, he was the closest one to my age, and I remember there was one particular day. We were waiting for the snow to fall,” he recalled, recounting his life in the months before the bombing. “For a long time we didn’t see any snow. And we fell asleep in the window, back to back. And I don’t know how long it was that we were hanging out in the window, but when we woke up, snow was piled up. He was dancing in circles and then he ran out into it naked. He didn’t wait to put on any clothes, just ran directly out into the snow, jumped in it, and was just throwing it up in the air and letting it fall down on top of him. Shortly after that, he was bombed and shot to death.”

    MOVE (which is not an acronym) was founded in 1973 by Mike Africa Jr.’s great uncle, John Africa, born Vincent Lephart. In some ways, it was decades ahead of its time. Africa shunned modern technology and cultural norms. He believed that the liberation of Black Americans required a total rejection of what he called the “system.” Africa’s followers wore their hair in dreadlocks, followed a raw diet, and repudiated modern amenities like central heating and gas ovens. Like their leader, they also adopted the last name of Africa. The group quickly became known for its nonviolent, though often disruptive, protests around the city. MOVE positioned itself against any organization viewed to be in opposition of the nature-based lifestyle they upheld: Protests were held at pet stores, political rallies, and zoos, to name a few.

     The organization first settled in a house in Powelton Village, West Philadelphia. It was there that the first community disputes arose. Neighbors reported that MOVE’s compost system caused a putrid smell to waft through the street, attracting mice and rats. More troublingly, some alleged that members of the organization made threatening remarks to residents, who complained to the city.

     In 1977, tensions escalated further when Philadelphia Mayor Frank Rizzo, who regarded the group as a “terrorist” organization, dispatched city health inspectors to the MOVE house. There they were met and barred from entry by beret-wearing, gun-wielding MOVE members. Though no one was harmed, the Philadelphia police department set up a 24-hour surveillance of the house, and MOVE members barricaded themselves inside for nearly a year following the initial standoff. It was the beginning of what would become a long, and painful, relationship between MOVE and the city.

     By 1982, MOVE had relocated to the 6221 Osage Avenue row-house where John Africa and ten others would eventually be killed. Shortly thereafter, Wilson Goode was elected as the first Black mayor of Philadelphia. Two years later, he would watch as his own police, televised, dropped a two-pound satchel bomb on a row house containing children.

     By the time of the relocation, two other people had already died during MOVE-related confrontations: Police Officer James J. Ramp, and an infant, Life Africa.

     Life was only three weeks old when he died in 1976. His mother, Janine Africa, later told The Philadelphia Inquirer that she’d been holding her newborn when a police officer shoved her to the ground during a scuffle between the department and MOVE. She said that the infant was crushed beneath her. No police officer was charged in the death, and only a limited investigation into the incident took place.

     In 1978, violent confrontation came to a head following an eviction notice from the city. In an ensuing gun battle between MOVE and the police department, veteran Officer Ramp was shot to death. Two other police officers, as well as three firefighters, were shot and wounded. Nine MOVE members, including Mike Africa Jr.’s mother, were sentenced up to 100 years each for Ramp’s death. MOVE maintains that the officer was killed by friendly fire and that all nine members were wrongfully convicted.

     In the wake of Life Africa’s death and the imprisonment of nine of their members, MOVE became increasingly hostile toward the police. By the early 1980s, neighbors on Osage Avenue reported nearly round-the-clock bullhorn speeches, often laced with vulgar language disparaging city officials as well as anyone else MOVE saw as a part of the “system.” Nearby residents said the noise and disruption made daily life chronically unpleasant.

     “It was one thing to be two blocks away and hear it,” Lloyd Wilson, an Osage Avenue resident who lived in the rowhouse next to MOVE, recounted later in a public hearing. “But to live next door, full blast in our bedroom—I watched my wife many nights lay there in that bed and cry. Wasn’t nothing else she could do.”

     Mike Africa Jr. remembers the growing friction well. “It feels like it was born into me,” he recalled. “I remember the tension before I remember the people. Tension from neighbors. Tension from the police. Tension from other family members.”

     Residents of Osage Avenue had, without success, asked the city government to intervene. But it was not until MOVE began to set up a wooden bunker, outfitted with holes for gun ports, that action was taken. In a highly publicized meeting with the governor of Pennsylvania, community members made a desperate appeal to the city. It worked. On Mother’s Day, May 12, 1985, Mayor Goode gave the go-ahead to the city’s police department to remove John Africa and his followers from 6221 Osage Avenue.

     Pete Kane was an NBC10 cameraman at the time. As residents near Osage Avenue were being evacuated by the police, Kane hid in the house next door to MOVE, offering the residents compensation in exchange for him to remain as the confrontation began.

     “They [the police] never knew I was in the house,” he said, recalling the hours before the bombing. “So what I went through for the next couple of hours were tow trucks coming through the block, towing the cars away, the electric company coming through, killing power on the block to the homes. And then the bullhorn. The police on the bullhorn negotiating with MOVE about coming out [of] the house.”

     On the morning of May 13, at 6 am, gunfire was exchanged between the police and MOVE. “My son at that time was only three weeks old,” Kane said, his voice cracking slightly as he recounted that fearful day. “When [the] gunfire started that morning, and the bullets were whizzing by me, I said to myself, ‘I’m not gonna see Chris grow up.’”

     But Kane stayed in the house, motivated by what he said was his journalistic responsibility to bear witness to the police force’s actions. “ My TV station kept calling me saying, ‘the police are calling us. They [don’t] know what house you’re in and [want to] make sure you’re safe.’ I said, ‘Eff them.’ I was not going to give up my location. Because everything I shot would’ve been destroyed. And I wasn’t gonna do it. [I] would’ve stayed to the end [even] if I had died.”

     By early afternoon, the police department had sprayed tear gas, jet-streamed gallons of water onto the MOVE house’s roof, and fired “over 10,000 rounds of ammunition…at a row house containing children,” as is reported in the city’s 1986 investigation into the incident. And then at 5:27 pm, barely more than 24 hours since the operation began, with the approval of Mayor Goode, a helicopter flew over the MOVE house, dropping a bomb made out of tovex and C-4 and assembled by Philadelphia police.

     “All of a sudden the house shook,” Kane recalled. It was only moments after the bomb had been dropped that “ the fire started spreading. The homes on either side started to burn. It’s heavy black smoke, and no water was put on it.”

     Only two people inside of 6221 Osage Avenue survived the bombing and subsequent fire: Birdie and Ramona Africa. Birdie was only 13 years old when he ran out of an alleyway, naked, to escape the burning rowhouse. According to his account, as well as Ramona’s, police gunfire rained on the members as they tried to escape with their hands in the air and without wielding any weapons. Birdie was forced to leave his siblings behind in the inferno.

     “What bothers me to this day,” Kane says, “is I hear police officers outside my window saying, ‘They’re coming out the back. They’re coming out the back.’ And that’s when I hear more gunfire.”

     By the end of the day, Katricia (14), Delisha (12), Zanetta (12), Phil (12), and Tomaso (9), as well as John Africa, Rhonda Africa, Theresa Africa, Frank Africa, Conrad Africa, and Raymond Africa, perished in the fire. In addition to those killed, 61 homes were destroyed, rendering more than 250 Philadelphians homeless.

     In April of 2021 the local news site Billy Penn, operated by Philadelphia’s public media station WHYY, reported that the Penn Museum had kept, and at points misplaced, the remains of two of the MOVE children, Katricia and Delisha, despite knowing that both victims had living next-of-kin. It was later reported that the remains had been used as examples in online lectures run by the museum as recently as 2021.

     But the mishandling of the bodies dates back to the bombing itself. In its initial aftermath, a crane had been used to dig up the remains not only of the victims but of animals as well, leading to a “comingling of remains and six bones—both human and animal,” according to the report. Beyond being profoundly disrespectful, the careless handling of the bodies also seriously compromised future forensic investigations.

     Eventually the remains, which forensic scientists claimed to be unable to properly identify, were transferred to a lab at the University of Pennsylvania. Over the years, their existence was seemingly forgotten by the city altogether, though officials claimed the remains had been cremated following WHYY’s reporting—without the knowledge or consent of the families. They then backtracked, saying the remains were still intact.

     Penn Museum claimed that all known remains were returned in 2021. But in November 2024, the museum discovered the remains of Delisha Africa, which had been tucked away in an archive.

     Rachel Watkins, a visiting associate professor of anthropology at the University of Pennsylvania, is currently the curator for the Biological Anthropology section of the Penn Museum. She is part of a team that works on re-inventorying archived remains, including those of the MOVE children. She takes the gesture as an attempt to rectify the museum’s wrongs of the past.

     “[That the] museum was willing to hire someone with my background, shows to me that they are committed to change,” she told The Nation. “In a matter of months these remains were recovered, to me that means that the [new] system is working.”

     The museum hasn’t been alone in trying to make amends. In 1990, the city paid $2.5 million in wrongful-death settlements to the families of the children. In 1991, Birdie Africa, who subsequently went by the name Michael Moses Ward, received a settlement of $840,000, along with a lifetime monthly payment, from the city. Ward passed away in 2013.

     In 1996, a federal judge awarded Ramona Africa, one of the survivors, $1.5 million in damages related to the bombing.

     In the 40 years since the bombing, Mike Africa Jr. hasn’t given up trying to memorialize the people killed that day. Three years ago, he set up a GoFundMe account to try to raise funds to repurchase 6221 Osage Avenue, which was rebuilt in 2020.

     When asked what he would like to do with the reclaimed home, Africa told The Nation he “want[ed] to make a bronze memorial, with the names, and the birth dates and death dates…to honor the people that were killed. And also, I want to make a memorial for the people that lost their property and their possessions that day. I think they’re overshadowed because people died. So it’s kind of like, how do you compare property to people? If 60 homes had burned down and nobody died, the 60 homes, the jewelry, the wedding pictures, the children’s posters on the refrigerator, that you can never get back, [would be remembered].”

     According to the GoFundMe, Africa has raised more than $22,000, but he still needs over $350,000 to fully “reclaim Osage,” as his fundraising page describes it.

     “Eleven people died and no official was punished for it. The government got away with murder. And if MOVE wasn’t facing and fighting an injustice within their own community, the bombing would’ve never happened,” he said. “That’s what problems do. If they’re not solved, they create another problem.”

 MOVE members defending their home and church on May 21, 1977

Attack on Black liberation group MOVE: The day Philadelphia bombed its own citizens • FRANCE 24

The Philadelphia Inquirer documentary series:  

The 1985 Move bombing in Philadelphia – Before the bombing

The 1985 Move bombing in Philadelphia – The Confrontation

The 1985 Move bombing in Philadelphia – The Aftermath

Let the Fire Burn,  Appletv

https://tv.apple.com/us/movie/let-the-fire-burn/umc.cmc.tj4i8ezqeyma6e3yyg7hjly9

Bombing of Osage,  PBS

https://www.pbs.org/video/whyy-specials-bombing-osage-avenue-1986/

MOVE: Untangling the Tragedy” is a podcast series from The Inquirer and The Logan Center for Urban Investigative Reporting at Temple University

https://www.inquirer.com/move-bombing/

40 Years A Prisoner,  HBO

https://www.max.com/movies/40-years-a-prisoner/747c00f1-365a-45bd-9068-19474126a2b6

https://www.theguardian.com/us-news/2019/may/25/move-9-black-radicals-women-freed-philadelphia

40 Years After the MOVE Bombing, the Scars Remain,  MSN

https://www.msn.com/en-us/news/crime/40-years-after-the-move-bombing-the-scars-remain/ar-AA1EGhLq?ocid=BingNewsSerp

The day Philadelphia bombed its own people

https://www.vox.com/the-highlight/2019/8/8/20747198/philadelphia-bombing-1985-move

              the Move Commune bombing, a reading list

On a Move: Philadelphia’s Notorious Bombing and a Native Son’s Lifelong Battle for Justice, By Mike Africa Jr.

Burning Down the House: MOVE and the Tragedy of Philadelphia, by John Anderson, Hilary Hevenor

Let It Burn: MOVE, the Philadelphia Police Department, and the Confrontation that Changed a City, by Michael Boyette, Randi Boyette

MOVE: An American Religion, by Richard Kent Evans

Discourse and Destruction: The City of Philadelphia versus MOVE,

by Robin Wagner-Pacifici

Philadelphia Fire: A Novel, by John Edgar Wideman

Members of MOVE gather in front of their house in Philadelphia in 1978

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