February 11 2024 What Are Schools For?

     Here among the detritus and smorgasbord of atrocities, depravities, and violations of our values and ideals as heirs to the Trial of Socrates which founded our civilization as a self-questioning system, we now have the militarization of our schools as repression of dissent and the enforcement of authorized identities.

     Texas has implemented the Stalinist model of schools. This reverses the true goal of education, to question and discover, and replaces educatus, to bring forth, with memorization and repetition, to stuff in authorized truths and identities. If allowed to continue, this shift will also replace science with technology and end innovation and America’s cultural advantage over totalitarian systems. 

     It is also a white supremacist strategy of enforcing the wealth, power, and privilege of hegemonic white elites, in which nonwhite students are assimilated, deracinated, and trained to obey.

     If we are all trained and indoctrinated not to question authority, who will be our citizens and co owners of the state? This is a primary purpose of education in a democracy, to create a citizen electorate able to govern itself.

     The purpose of education is to teach us to question ourselves and everything else, to reason, to never remain silent, and to organize ourselves with others in mutual interdependence as we solve problems together.

     My mother taught high school English for many years, and would tell her students the story of how an enraged nun broke her finger for asking questions when she was twelve, whereupon she stood up and walked out, never to return. Then she would hold up her crooked finger and announce the first rule of her classroom; “We are not silent.”

     We are not silent, for silence is complicity.

      As written by George Chidi in The Guardian, in an article entitled Texas took over a failing Houston school district. Will its militaristic structure work?

The state fired teachers and brought in a former army ranger as superintendent, who brought questionable lessons with him; “In the fashion of American democracy, when someone believes there’s a problem with their local school, they may decide to make a call or send an email to their elected school board members, whom they almost always have to look up first.

     Parents might take these minor elected officials by the figurative shirt collar and gently shake them, saying: “I want this thing to change.” They may then gather their surly neighbors and gang up on the school board to not-so-gently threaten their re-election until someone is thrown out of office or everyone else gives up.

     Houstonians were getting arrested at rowdy school board meetings years before “critical race theory” made such things fashionable. In 2017, three women were arrested – and two charged – after getting into a shoving match when the Houston school board had been considering a plan to turn over its failing schools to a charter program, to get out from under the threatened state takeover. The board abandoned the plan.

     But it’s one thing for activists to lobby someone who lives up the street and another when state lawmakers take control, as has happened in Houston.

     Under a 2015 Texas law, if a school fails state standards for five years running, the state is obligated to either close the school – or take over the school district. In 2023, the entire Houston independent school district – the eighth-largest system in the country – became a dependency of the state.

     Houston homeowners still pay school taxes. They even vote for school board members, though those elected officials have no authority. The state-run district places underperforming schools in the new education system, which critics describe as a reform model of inflexible lesson plans in a rigidly disciplinarian environment geared toward passing tests. The curriculum is questionable: in one instance, a school used instructional materials from the conservative non-profit PragerU that cast doubt on the human-made origins of climate change. In another, seventh graders were asked to imagine themselves as statehood convention delegates and asked whether slavery in Texas should be legal.

     Parents have protested new rules that abandon state requirements for certified teachers in classrooms. They argue that Spanish-speaking students are no longer receiving adequately bilingual instruction. They see the conversion of a school in a struggling part of Houston into a military academy as a challenge to their values.

     But now, there is no shirt collar to grab.

     The halls of Phillis Wheatley high school were quiet in the middle of the day in the middle of December. Testing was on. Testing is always on, but in this case teachers were administering end-of-semester exams. Three students carted boxes of pizza into the front hall.

     The school, in Houston’s struggling fifth ward, was the first of several schools in Houston ISD to trigger the Texas law. After a years-long court fight, the Texas education agency opted to replace Houston’s elected school board with a state-appointed panel.

     About 5.4 million students attend public schools in Texas, and about 200,000 are enrolled by Houston ISD. Children at Risk, a non-partisan research and advocacy non-profit in Texas, academically assessed 1,282 high schools in Texas for the 2022-23 school year, pairing test data with socioeconomic data to look at performance. A few Houston schools took several of the rankings’ top spots. But Wheatley ranked 1,236th. Eight of Houston ISD’s 43 high schools ranked lower still.

     Wheatley is showing improvement, said Bob Sanborn, the CEO of Children at Risk. “But when you look at schools like Wheatley, they’re in such a hole to start. At least they’re trying something different. Most parents at these poorly performing high schools want to see a change as well. They’re less interested in who is doing it and more in whether they will be successful.”

     Sabrina Cuby-King became Wheatley’s principal in 2022. One year later, the Texas education agency took over. Wheatley had been the poster child for reformers after repeatedly failing the state assessments. All eyes were on her, and on Wheatley.

     Her first order of business was doing what she could to turn off the spotlight, she said. Cuby-King has not spoken to the press since taking the job – until now. The Spelman College grad spoke with care to avoid negative language about the school, about the takeover, about parents or politics.

     “Students who are attending here see their school on the news being beat down. That had to shift first … the perception of the school had to change,” she said. “I didn’t want my students to go out and be embarrassed. That was my internal push. That was my motivation.”

     The state rates schools using A to F letter grades. Houston ISD posted school test grades on 23 January. After a string of Fs, Wheatley scored a D. It’s an improvement that Cuby-King expected after a year of intense change. She’s a cheerleader for the model.

     “The model that’s put in place has shown that the turnaround is successful,” she said.

     But both Cuby-King and other administrators vigorously challenged the suggestion that students were being taught to the test, despite the constant classroom quizzing.

     “The focus is on high-quality instruction and a reassurance that kids have content-knowledge acquisition,” said Joseph Sotelo, the senior executive director of Houston ISD. “So, at the end of class, we have a quiz. We make sure that you know it, and through the genius of the model, when kids do get it, they get to go to the team center and excel with their work.”

     Mike Miles, the Houston ISD superintendent, is a West Point-trained former army ranger and diplomat who also previously served as a school superintendent in Dallas and Colorado Springs, and ran a charter school network, Third Future Schools.

     His critics complain of the military-like regimentation he has imposed on failing schools, over public objections, in the new education system modeled on his charter school approach – and of the questionable curriculum their children have faced. Both the PragerU and slavery material were removed after their appearance became public. But neither case threatened Miles’s job.

     Miles “doesn’t have to act politically or in accordance with other peoples’ wishes”, Sanborn said. “And he has a personality that fits that. He doesn’t know how to spin things for the media. He doesn’t know how to spin things for parents. He has the best intentions, but sometimes he’s a bull in a china shop.”

     Some of the changes are cosmetic, like replacing hall passes with 3ft-tall, bright orange traffic cones that a hall monitor can spot from orbit. Some changes are less abstract: in Miles’s system, lesson plans must be taught without deviation, with a quiz at the end of every block of instruction.

     Students who pass the quiz are sent to what used to be school libraries – team centers, which have also been described as “disciplinary centers” – for other instruction. Those who fail the quiz are re-educated.

     Critics of the state school takeover see Miles as the epitome of what they hate about it: an unelected outsider who refuses to listen to their concerns.

     “I am speaking to the unelected board of managers, who consistently support the uncertified superintendent on his quest to remove all certified teachers, principals, staff members and counselors out of our schools,” Dr Pamela Boveland, a Houston college professor, said at the December school board meeting. “Obviously if he is not certified, no one else should be.”

     In January, the district announced it would convert Cullen middle school – an economically disadvantaged campus that’s about 90% students of color and a solid C on the state’s academic achievement ratings – into a military academy later this year.

     Until the state returns governing authority to the elected board, the elected officers of the district, like Plácido Gómez, who was elected last year, are left playing the role of a prison trustee negotiating with the wardens.

     “People really are upset, and they have every right to be upset. Their voice was taken away,” he said of the takeover. He’s trying to give Miles the benefit of the doubt, though. “I’m willing to die on the hill of seeing the best in people. Though I could criticize the way that the superintendent came at things, I do believe that in his heart of hearts, he wants what’s best for students, and particularly, he wants what’s best for students who have historically been underserved.”

     Miles argues that the takeover process itself was a product of a democratic process. Elected lawmakers enacted the legislation. Elected officials appointed attorneys to argue the constitutionality in open courtrooms, before an elected judiciary.

     “I understand that people think that because they no longer elect the school board, at least for a period of time, that that process is non-democratic,” he said. “But the overarching process that allowed the takeover? Totally democratic. You may not like the results, you know, but the process was used and was vetted legally, through several iterations, right, several levels.”

     Parents generally understand that Houston has some troubled schools and want to see them improve. But under the new education system, they’re left trying to find ways around the government to help their children.

     Jessica Campos’s daughter attends Pugh elementary school in the Denver Harbor neighborhood; it’s one of the feeder schools to Wheatley. Because it’s in the Wheatley school cluster, the district imposed the new education system on it. In 2022 it earned an A grade. Last year it slipped to a B.

     “We had just got through having our last day of school, and it was a wonderful time,” Campos said. “Next year, my daughter was going to have the same teacher she had in third grade, which was the best teacher she ever had. A couple days later, we get a call from that same teacher, crying, saying that he just lost his job. I’m like: ‘What is that? What do you mean? You just got nominated for teacher of the year last month?’ And he’s like: ‘Yeah, we all lost our jobs. All the teachers.’ So yeah, that’s going to upset us parents because we had a great school.”

     Campos was disturbed by some of the changes made at Pugh, like the PragerU video. District leaders apologized, but the decision to use them at all is a poke in the eye to any pretense of local control.

      Campos said she’s particularly concerned about how dual-language instruction had been curtailed. Pugh’s student body is 96.4% Hispanic, according to school records. About 97% are economically disadvantaged and almost all have Spanish as a first language. Campos says the mechanisms to challenge a problem like this have been eliminated.

     “It feels like our language is being removed from our schools,” Campos said. “And I think that it’s our right as parents to choose that. I don’t think that the parents in our community had a voice. They have eliminated us from the schools. We’re not allowed to ask questions. Actually, teachers have told parents that they have been told they cannot speak to us.”

     Gómez has heard similar things from teachers.

     “A lot of teachers feel there’s a culture of fear in the schools,” he said. But there’s little recourse to the appointed board of managers. “If I come to them with a logistical concern, or that principal is not effective, or this parent had a negative experience trying to observe what’s going on in schools, the board of managers really doesn’t have the power to do those administrative things.”

     Campos and her daughter’s teacher don’t get a vote on how the system is administered. But both parents and teachers have been voting with their feet. Teacher turnover has doubled in the last year, according to Houston ISD reports.

    “Today I went to a school where almost all of the cars that I went to said: Yeah, we’re moving our kid out of the school district,” she said. “That’s what they want us to do. They want us to run, they want us to leave.”

     “We have to stay and fight this because these are our schools, we pay taxes. These are our children. And we have a say in how the curriculum is presented to our children.”

     As I wrote in my post of September 27 2019, Our Schools Are Become Prisons; Our schools are become prisons, and we must begin to rebuild freedom in America here, at the shaping ground of society and the intake for the schools to prisons pipeline and the criminalization of defiance of authority, the forge of a totalitarian state where submission and depersonalization are taught through the zero tolerance policy, where force is taught by armed police and a culture of violence is incubated, and where  our population is divided into masters and slaves.

     Part of a larger picture which includes the militarization of police and the counterinsurgency model of policing, the use of prisons to repress dissent, disenfranchise and return Black Americans to a state as close to slavery as possible through the sale of their time as bond labor, as reprehensible a practice as can be imagined, modeled on the labor system of Apartheid and a clear violation of the 13th Amendment, this subversion of democracy by a multitude of tools of state terror should be abolished immediately.

    Much of the true education which occurs in schools comes from modeling target behaviors, so the question becomes, what kind of citizens do we want to build, and what kind of society are we trying to achieve?  

     As I wrote in my post of October 4 2021, What is the True Purpose of Public Education in a Democracy?; In The Addams Family Goes to School, wherein the truant officer is dispatched to bring Pugsley and Wednesday, aged 6 and 8 who have never been to school, our introduction to this family of glorious misfits, monsters, and forgotten gods, we are presented with a morality play of revolutionary struggle and a recurring theme of the series in which individuals and society are locked in a titanic battle for ownership of identity, with the stakes being autonomy or theft of the soul.

     What is the true purpose of public education?

     School is the forge of normality, authorized identities of sex and gender, the tyranny of other people’s ideas of virtue, the institutionalization of nationalist values and narratives of exclusivity, valorization of competition, violence, militarism, and the apologetics of capitalist elitism as meritocracy, and of hierarchies of membership and exclusionary otherness and divisions of race. Here we sort future masters from those who will serve them.

     Public education is also our one chance to reimagine and transform our civilization through its members, to produce citizens of a free society of equals who can fulfill the four primary duties of a citizen; Question Authority, Expose Authority, Mock Authority, and Challenge Authority.

     Tyranny cannot withstand exposure, truthtelling, and the witness of history.

     Can democracy function as diversity and inclusion, or does throwing all the children in a pen together to sort themselves out always result in assimilation and hierarchies of exclusionary division or making everyone the same?

     The politization of public education has become national news recently with violent and disruptive confrontations during school board meetings, but this is nothing new. Education is a ground of struggle; who is chosen to succeed and take their place among our elite and who will clean their houses, serve their food, produce the goods and material basis of their survival. At stake here is nothing less than the definition of our humanity, of freedom and equality, of who will manage systems, process symbols, ideas, and information, create and have the power to change civilization, and who will service them.

     Every aspect of education as a social system, textbooks and the canon of literature, how history is taught, tests and success filters for access to power and wealth, class stratification or mobility, patriarchy, racial divisions, language, all of it is volatile and of crucial importance to the project of democracy.

     As written by Sherman Dorn in The Washington Post; “Chaos and violence seem to be the themes of the first month of school. To many observers, these may appear to be exceptional, unprecedented times. But there’s a long history of public schools serving as ideological and physical battlegrounds, particularly when it comes to conflicts over citizenship and civil rights.

     The violent response this fall by some Americans to public health measures and teaching our history of racism is an echo of violent responses in the past to efforts to broaden the reach and mission of schools. And this history also shows that how government reacts is not foreordained, and that the choice of responses will play a major role in determining the long-term consequences of this violence.

     In the 1830s and 1840s, industrialization in Massachusetts triggered civil disorder, including the Boston riots between Protestants and immigrant Catholics. State Secretary of Education Horace Mann thought he had a solution to this strife, arguing for educating all children together in what he called common schools designed to foster a background that all children would share.

     But this concept proved fractious from the start.

     No sooner did common schools emerge than violence engulfed them. In 1844, Catholic families in Philadelphia sought representation in the schools. Yet many White Protestants saw Catholic immigrants as a threat to a burgeoning national identity, and nowhere was that assault clearer than in their supposed attempts to take over the public schools. So nativists spread false rumors that Catholic immigrants were pushing local public schools to remove Bibles.

     These rumors, fear and anger spread and neighbors took to the streets. Multi-day riots in May and July resulted in the burning of multiple Catholic churches and the deaths of more than two dozen people.

     Violence at and around schools became even more widespread after the Civil War. As newly elected Black politicians joined with community members to create a system of public schooling in the South, they fused schooling and citizenship. All the Reconstruction-era state constitutions that Congress approved had education embedded as a right. The appearance of public schools for Black children and the promise of access to all aspects of society enraged some White Southerners who feared the erosion of a social order that gave them privilege and power. Those fears translated to direct attacks.

     Because of the central role of public education in the new definition of American citizenship, Southern racists targeted schools as part of an explicit counterrevolution to undermine Reconstruction and civil rights. The Ku Klux Klan regularly attacked schools, and being a teacher in a Black community was one of the most vulnerable occupations throughout the late 19th century.

     For a brief period in the early 20th century, school violence dissipated, but for the worst of reasons. Across the South, White elites imposed systems of disfranchisement and segregation; systematically and structurally disadvantaged, Black schools became less of a visible threat to White supremacy and reigning power arrangements.

     But schooling became the center of widespread community conflict and violence again in the early 1940s. When two Jehovah’s Witness children, Lillian and William Gobitas, refused to stand for the Pledge of Allegiance in their Minersville, Pa., public school classroom, they were expelled. Their case wound through the federal courts, finally reaching the Supreme Court, which decided in favor of the school district.

     In the wake of that decision, Jehovah’s Witnesses were assaulted in communities across the country, often with members of the American Legion as leading local vigilantes. Coming to the schools with a mob mentality, Legionnaires and others identified the pledge in public schools as fundamental to American identity and those who refused to say it as national threats. In wartime, the mobs — and many other Americans — viewed dissent as suspicious and unpatriotic.

     From Litchfield, Ill., to Kennebunk, Maine, entire towns were wracked by anti-Witness mobs. Children who refused to say the pledge for any number of reasons faced expulsion and threats of incarceration, as did their parents for encouraging juvenile delinquency.

     In part shamed by the violence following their earlier decision, the majority of the court reversed itself three years later. As Justice Robert Jackson explained in his majority decision, “If there is any fixed star in our constitutional constellation, it is that no official, high or petty, can prescribe what shall be orthodox in politics, nationalism, religion, or other matters of opinion or force citizens to confess by word or act their faith therein.”

     Despite this shift and the protection of students’ right to dissent, public schools remained figurative and literal battlegrounds in the fight over American identity and rights.

     In the fall of 1957, White mobs in Little Rock, Ark., turned out in protest of the nine Black students desegregating Central High School. As Melba Pattillo Beals described in her memoir, on the first day of school her classmate Elizabeth Eckford was sandwiched between Arkansas National Guard members refusing to let her enter the school and “a huge crowd of white people screeching at her back … [having] closed in like diving vultures … [who] shouted, stomped, and whistled as though her awful predicament were a triumph for them.” The mobs dispersed only after President Dwight D. Eisenhower sent the 101st Airborne to enforce federal court orders to desegregate.

     In Nashville the same month, a violent opponent of desegregation bombed Hattie Cotton Elementary School. No one was hurt in the late-night bombing, but as historian Sonya Ramsey explained, the single Black student in the school stopped attending.

     In the 1970s, White mobs attacked buses carrying Black students as they arrived at South Boston High School.

     Across American history, schools have been vulnerable to periodic violence that surrounds debates about citizenship and equal rights in education, including the role of schools in fostering shared childhood experiences, in building citizenship and equal education regardless of race, and in allowing principled dissent from rituals.

     The strife this year fits into that broader pattern. To the parents and politicians angry or confused about critical race theory, like the parents and politicians angry or confused about mask mandates and health policies, the public schools are a key front in a battle for their rights and standing as citizens.

     Debate over the role and purposes of public schools is a healthy sign of a functioning democracy. But violence around schooling is fundamentally at odds with the give-and-take of democratic decision-making. And it demands a strong response from authorities.

     In 1943, the Supreme Court reversed the decision that had triggered mob violence against Jehovah’s Witnesses. In 1957, Eisenhower responded to the resistance to desegregation in Arkansas by dispatching federal troops.

     Yet when the government has failed to confront violence, the consequences have been severe. In 1833, abolitionist Prudence Crandall opened her Canterbury, Conn., boarding school to Sarah Harris and other Black girls and women. Public officials responded by making it illegal for her to admit students from out of state without town permission, prosecuted her and stood by while a mob destroyed much of her school in 1834. Crandall moved to Illinois the next year, costing Connecticut a dedicated educational leader and beginning two centuries of a long troubled history of school segregation in New England.

     The history of education teaches us that violence surrounding democratic schooling is part of a recurring pattern and that we have a choice to passively accept or assertively confront violent impulses.”

     As I wrote in my post of March 22 2020, The Subversion of our Education System and Democracy; The suspension of our national standardized testing has revealed a failure of our education system; the commodification and privatization of learning and the modeling of our schools on factory production has produced a generation of Americans who can follow orders, perform routine tasks, and parrot facts, but whose abilities to create, invent, reason, and analyze and interpret facts have been crippled. This is intentional.

    Educatus, the Greek word origin of education, means to bring out rather than to stuff facts in. It is an idea bound together with that of citizens as co-owners of their own government in a democracy, and equally responsible for one another and for the stewardship of its four pillars of freedom, equality, truth, and justice.

     Our civilization is founded and premised on its ability to question itself; this capacity for adaptation and transformation sets democracy apart from the tyrannies of priest-kings which had come before. From our origin in the Forum of Athens, the dialectics of Socratic method has been the forge of our identity as an anti-hierarchical culture, a free society of equals in which the greatest duty of a citizen is to question, expose, mock, and challenge authority, to incite, provoke, and disturb, and we must return this process to its central role in education if liberty is to survive and flourish in this age of state terror and control.

     We have permitted the subversion of our education system and democracy by those who would enslave us. And we must take it back.

     As I wrote in my post of July 8 2021, Truth, Lies, and History as a Ground of Struggle; the Case of Critical Race Theory Repression;  We are confronted today with the realization of a nightmare and prophetic vision written by George Orwell in 1984, the classic novel of unequal power and the authoritarian nature of government which rendered in the chiaroscuro of a newsreel depicting the liberation of concentration camps a fictional interrogation of totalitarianism as a companion volume to Hannah Arendt’s nonfictional The Origins of Totalitarianism.

    The remnants of the Fourth Reich and the organizations of white supremacist treason and terror within our government who remain loyal to Trump’s vision of a white ethnostate want the government to control what is taught as history in our schools, which would be the death knell of freedom and equality in America, and are enacting a furious assault on our values and on public education as a guarantor of an informed electorate in order to render meaningless the idea of citizenship, the co-ownership of the state by its members, in parallel with vote suppression legislation.

     As I wrote in my post of June 22 2021, Our History Swallows Us Like An Infinite Moebius Loop and We Become Prisoners of Its Gordian Knot: the Case of Kurdistan; History becomes a wilderness of mirrors; of lies and illusions, distorted and captured images endlessly reflected which violate our uniqueness, falsify us, limit and entrap us in authorized identities and narratives which serve the interests of elite power and not our own.

     Our histories and memories are the anchorages of our identity and the wellspring of our becoming, networks of connectedness which sustain our harmony and wholeness; but such nets can ensnare us as well, and become atavisms we drag behind us like an invisible reptilian tail.

     Our history swallows us like an infinite Moebius Loop, and we become prisoners of its Gordian Knot; the case of Critical Race Theory repression illumines the vicious cycle of fear, power, and force as racism and fascist tyranny overlap and intermingle hideously, consuming its most vulnerable population as sacrifices on the altar of wealth and power.

     As I wrote in my post of December 5 2020, Whose Story Is This?;  We are the stories we tell about ourselves, to ourselves and one another. So it becomes important to ask of our stories and representations, whose story is this?

     I call this the Narrative Theory of Identity, and my intention is that it serves as a lever for changing the balance of power in the world. Our idea of self derives from the persona, the ancient Greek theatrical mask through which characters speak, and the possibilities of becoming human are a function of the struggle between authorized identities and the self- ownership of autonomous individuals.

     We have one problem in common as we grow up and create ourselves; each of us must reinvent how to be human. Our informing, motivating, and shaping forces, modeled and communicated to us by others, are necessary to our processes of growth and individuation, but also integral to the dialectics of self and others.

     The struggle between the masks that others make for us and those we make for ourselves is the first revolution in which we all must fight.

     As I wrote in my post of June 19 2020, Liberation, Memory, History, and Human Being: a Narrative Theory of Identity; On this Juneteenth we celebrate the final Emancipation of the Black peoples of America from slavery, and also the Liberation of Humankind from all forms of ownership by others. The first kind of freedom was won in the Civil War and is particular to our unique history; the second kind of freedom is universal and is yet to the achieved.

     There has been much insightful and relevant discussion of our history of slavery and racial inequality and violence during the Black Lives Matter protests in the weeks before this holiday, of the silencing and erasure of people of color from our historical memory and of the divisions of exclusionary otherness and defense of unequal power in our society through state control of our identity and relations with others at every level of human interaction.

     Beyond the state terror of racist police violence, this is the primary means of repression and power asymmetry perpetrated against us by the ruling class; not the secret prisons and assassinations, not the racist death squads or the dehumanization and commodification of the working class by the cabal of plutocratic capitalists, Gideonite fundamentalist patriarchs, and white supremacist terrorists who together comprise the fascist Republican conspiracy of atavistic barbarism, but their theft of the possibilities of human meaning and being through control of our educational system and rewritten history.

     Why are we taught to revere Independence Day on the Fourth of July, but not Emancipation Day on June 19?

     Much of our history has been stolen from us. Its time to take it back.

     Why is this of vital importance? How is our liberty determined by our history and the quality of our humanity by our memory?

     Whose stories shall we teach to future generations? Will it be songs of resistance and survival, of the unconquered freedom and glory of our humanity and the triumph of our seizures of power over who we are and may become? Or will it be elegies of our dehumanization and enslavement, or submission to tyrannical authorities and fascisms of blood, faith, and soil?

     America is a free society of equals, wherein no one is better than any other by reason of birth or condition, in which we are co-owners of our government. This new American humanity was intended to be a society of autonomous individuals, in which we are free from the ideas of other people and from the force and control of the state.

     Free to dream new possibilities of becoming human, to create ourselves as we choose with a free will and conscience in which no government stands between us and the limits of our imagination, and in which relations between persons are unmediated by the state so long as none are harmed and no other boundaries are authorized by law; a society which renounces the social use of force in the performance of our identities and in which we send no armies to enforce virtue.

     We must seize our stories as informing and motivating sources through which we shape ourselves, authorize identities, and create Others for whom we are negative spaces and through whom we define ourselves.

     Always there remains the creative dynamism and revolutionary 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.

     Which future will we choose, America? Resistance or submission?

     Whose story is this? This question must be the beginning of a new pedagogy of education in history, and remain central to the project of its study. True education in the discipline of history asks Socratic questions and teaches methods of research, analysis, interpretation, and the publishing and presentation of insights and discoveries; education in general teaches us to interrogate and test claims of truth.

      Trump has proclaimed the triumph of propaganda in authorizing an official state version of historical truth, whose purpose is to institutionalize the Mayflower Puritan/Pilgrim mythos as a competing narrative of national origins to the 1619 hypothesis. This seems to me an excellent idea, if we ignore the authorization of identity and government disinformation facets and instead make this interrogation of competing narratives itself the heart of our national story and curriculum.

     Myths of colonialism, fictive inventions of national origin, and the roots of fascisms of blood, faith, and soil in our triumphalist narratives of Pilgrim and Puritan founders of America. Though the Mayflower Compact was signed November 21, celebrations of the 400th anniversary of the voyage began last week with its departure for America, which are being promoted by our government as a reply to the 1619 Project. This I cannot abide, so say I in paraphrase of the hero in the film Inglorious Basterds; can you abide it?

     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.

     Always pay attention to the man behind the curtain.

     We must ask ourselves as we raise our children to become citizens and as we ourselves continue to learn throughout our lives, Whose story is this?

https://www.washingtonpost.com/outlook/2021/09/29/violence-over-schools-is-nothing-new-america

Texas took over a failing Houston school district. Will its militaristic structure work?

The Origins of Totalitarianism, Hannah Arendt

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/396931.The_Origins_of_Totalitarianism

February 10 2024 This Chinese New Year, Let Us Bring the Chaos

    Happy Chinese New Year to all humankind; may we find the joy of total freedom to balance the terror of our nothingness, embrace the wildness of nature and the wildness of ourselves in liberation struggle from authorized identities and the masks others make for us, discover the truths immanent in nature and written in our flesh with which to free ourselves from the lies and illusions of our falsification, build solidarity to triumph over the subjugation of our divisions, rekindle the absurd hope we need to claw our way out of the ruins of our fallen civilization and make yet another Last Stand beyond hope of victory or even survival,  and love to transcend the limits of our form, redeem the flaws of our humanity, and heal the brokenness of the world.

     Such is the spell I cast this night with my wishes, ephemeral and possibly going nowhere at all as my words drift like candles set free upon the winds and the tides, yet this is their beauty.

     We lost and broken things, who refuse to submit and abandon not our fellows.

      Here in this place of darkness ruled by fear and force we light up the night with fireworks and hurl defiance to those who would enslave us; this earth, this sad and glorious humankind.

     In Hong Kong tonight I unleash the fire of poetic vision, reimagination, and transformation of ourselves and of human being, meaning, and value, as revolutionary struggle and making mischief for tyrants, one among many with my brothers, sisters, and others throughout the world.

     In my pocket I have a jar which contains the death scream of a hero of the revolution and of the sovereignty and independence of Hong Kong, whom the Occupation forces of the Chinese Communist Party regime tried to silence but could not, not while others bear his voice and his witness onward. This is a kind of power like nothing else, and one day it will seize and shake the world, the Chinese Communist Pary and the nation of China it has captured and poisoned along with the rest.

      We are coordinating actions among networks of democracy and liberation organizations and movements throughout South Asia and the world, systems of alliances referred to as the Milk Tea Movement, in Hong Kong, Beijing, Shanghai, and other cities in China, Thailand, Myanmar and its sister state Sri Lanka, which during the past years have morphed with protean strangeness to include Taiwan, Malaysia, Singapore, Indonesia, West Papua, the Philippines, Brunei, Cambodia, Laos, Vietnam, East Timor, India, Kashmir, possibly a whole emerging South Asian Spring, and now newly energized with the outbreak of World War Three and the invasion of Ukraine has solidarity with democracy movements as well as direct agents of change within Russia and its imperial dominion of Belarus, Kazakhstan, Nagorno-Karabakh, Libya, and Africa and within the dominion of Iran including Iraq, Syria, Lebanon, and Yemen, and since last October in Gaza and regionally as a theatrical performance in three dimensions; anticolonial struggle of Palestine versus America and her colony of Israel, second the broader conflict between the Arab-American Alliance and the Dominion of Iran which is driven by the ancient sectarian Sunni-Shia division, and World War Three as Iran’s ally Russia attempts to re-found her Empire, and all of this as civilizational collapse and rebirth in the titanic struggle between forces of liberation and a theatre of cruelty and imperial state terror.

     There is a saying attributed as a Chinese curse but coined by the father of Prime Minister Chamberlain in a speech of 1898, possibly a paraphrase of the line “Better to be a dog in times of tranquility than a human in times of chaos” in a short story of 1627 by Feng Menglong, “May you live in interesting times.”

We are now living in interesting times; whether we make of our time a curse or a fulcrum with which to change the balance of power in the world from tyranny to democracy and free societies of equals rests with each of us.

     Join us.

     Guillermo del Toro, in his magnificent epic of migration and racial equality Carnival Row, has a scene in which two young successors to leadership of traditionally rival factions find themselves in love and in need of allies in a subplot which reimages Romeo and Juliet; the rebellious hellion Jonah Breakspear asks his Machiavellian lover Sophie Longerbane, “Who is chaos good for?” To which she replies, “Chaos is good for us. Chaos is the great hope of the powerless.”  

     Let us bring the Chaos.

     As I wrote in my post of February 15 2022, Monsters, Freaks, Transgression of the Forbidden, the Sacred Wildness of Nature and the Wildness of Ourselves: On Chaos as Love and Desire;  Watching the sunrise overlooking Hong Kong from Lion Rock, seized many times in recent years by democracy protesters and revolutionaries in the struggle for liberation and independence from China, in the wake of the last celebrations of Chinese New Year and several nearly sleepless nights of making mischief for tyrants under cover of the festival, my thoughts turn to the nature of freedom and the freedom of nature, of ourselves as wild and glorious things, of love and desire as anarchic forces of liberation, of transgression of the boundaries of the Forbidden and the violation of norms as seizures of power from the tyranny of other people’s ideas of virtue and the refusal to submit to authority.

     Freedom, and all that comes with it; above all freedom as the wildness of nature and the wildness of ourselves, as defiance of authorized identities and fascisms of blood, faith, and soil, of love and desire as liberating forces of Chaos, and all of this as sacred acts of reimagination and transformation of ourselves and the possibilities of human being, meaning, and value.

     And of our myriad possible futures, sorting themselves out in our daily lives like a hurricane governed by the flight of a hummingbird; tyranny or liberty, extinction or survival.

     Order and its forms as authority, power, capital, and hegemonic elites of patriarchy and racism, class and caste, which arise from the Wagnerian Ring of fear, power, and force, which appropriates and subjugates us through falsification, commodification, and dehumanization and weaponizes hierarchies of otherness and belonging and fascisms of blood, faith, and soil, and creates states as embodied violence, tyrannies of force and control, carceral states of police and military terror, and dominions of imperial conquest and colonial assimilation and exploitation; all of these systems and structures are born in fear, overwhelming and generalized fear weaponized in service to power and submission to authority, have a key weakness without which they cannot arise and perpetuate unequal power, for this requires the renunciation of love.

    Chaos has as its champion the totalizing and uncontrollable divine madness of love, which leaps across all boundaries to unite us in solidarity of action against those who would enslave us.

    Love exalts us beyond the limits of ourselves and the flags of our skin, disrupts authorized identities and narratives as imposed conditions of struggle,  seizes power as ownership of ourselves, and reveals the embodied truth of others.

     Once we have a definition of democracy as a free society of equals and a praxis of love, there are some principles which can be derived as an art of revolution and seizures of power.

     Order appropriates; Chaos autonomizes.

     Order is unequal power and systemic violence; Chaos is liberty, equality, interdependence, and harmony.

     Order subjugates through division and hierarchy; Chaos liberates through equality and solidarity. 

      Authority falsifies; speaking truth to power or parrhesia as Foucault called  truth telling and performing the witness of history confer authenticity to us in the sacred calling to pursue the truth, and delegitimize tyrants.

      Always pay attention to the man behind the curtain. As Dorothy says to Oz, he’s just an old humbug.

      The four primary duties of a citizen are Question Authority, Expose Authority, Mock Authority, and Challenge Authority.

     There is no just Authority.        

      Law serves power and authority; transgression and refusal to submit confer freedom and self-ownership as primary acts of becoming human and Unconquered.

      Always go through the Forbidden Door. As Max Stirner wrote; “Freedom cannot be granted; it must be seized.”

     Such is my art of revolution and democracy as love; there remains poetic vision and the reimagination and transformation of ourselves and our limitless possibilities of becoming human, and love and desire as unconquerable informing, motivating, and shaping forces and innate human realms of being and  powers which cannot be taken from us as truths immanent in nature and written in our flesh, anarchic and ungovernable as the tides, and it is love and desire as forms of wildness and embodied truth which offer us a definition of freedom as the wildness of nature and the wildness of ourselves.

The Hunger Games Salute of the Revolution

The Unique and Its Property, by Max Stirner (Introduction), Wolfi Landstreicher (Translator), Apio Ludd (Introduction)

 My Hong Kong

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2024 年 2 月 10 日這個農曆新年,讓我們帶來混亂

     祝全人類中國新年快樂; 願我們找到完全自由的快樂來平衡我們虛無的恐懼,擁抱大自然的狂野和我們自己的狂野,從權威的身份和他人為我們製作的面具中解放出來,發現內在於自然界並寫在我們內心的真相 使我們擺脫我們偽造的謊言和幻想的肉體,建立團結以戰勝我們分裂的征服,重新點燃我們需要從我們墮落的文明的廢墟中爬出來的荒謬希望,並再次背水一戰 超越勝利甚至生存的希望,熱愛超越我們形式的局限,拯救我們人性的缺陷,治愈世界的破碎。

      這就是今晚我用我的願望施展的咒語,隨著我的話語像蠟燭一樣在風和潮汐中自由飄蕩,轉瞬即逝,可能根本無處可去,但這就是它們的美。

      我們丟失和破壞了東西,他們拒絕屈服,也沒有拋棄我們的同胞。

       在這個被恐懼和暴力統治的黑暗之地,我們用煙花點亮了夜晚,向那些想要奴役我們的人發出反抗; 這個地球,這個悲傷而光榮的人類。

      今晚在香港,我與我的兄弟姐妹和其他人一起為暴君進行革命鬥爭和惡作劇,釋放詩意的願景、重新想像和轉變我們自己和人類、意義和價值的火焰,這是眾多暴君中的一員 世界。

       我們正在協調遍布南亞和世界各地的民主和解放組織網絡之間的行動,被稱為奶茶運動的聯盟系統,在香港、北京和中國其他城市、泰國、緬甸及其姊妹國家斯里蘭卡, 在過去的幾年裡,這些國家發生了千變萬化的變化,包括台灣、馬來西亞、新加坡、印度尼西亞、西巴布亞、菲律賓、文萊、柬埔寨、老撾、越南、東帝汶、印度、克什米爾,可能是整個新興的南亞之春,以及 現在因第三次世界大戰的爆發和對烏克蘭的入侵而重新煥發活力,與民主運動以及俄羅斯及其帝國統治下的白俄羅斯、哈薩克斯坦、納戈爾諾-卡拉巴赫、利比亞和非洲以及統治下的變革直接推動者團結一致 伊朗包括伊拉克、敘利亞、黎巴嫩和也門。

      有一句被認為是中國詛咒的諺語,是英國首相張伯倫的父親在 1898 年的一次演講中創造的,可能是對“寧可寧為狗,不可寧為亂世為人”這句話的意譯。 馮夢龍1627年的短篇小說《願你生活在有趣的時代》。

我們現在生活在有趣的時代; 我們是否將我們的時代變成詛咒或支點,以改變世界的力量平衡,從暴政轉向民主和平等的自由社會,取決於我們每個人。

      加入我們。

      吉列爾莫·德爾·托羅 (Guillermo del Toro) 在他關於移民和種族平等的宏偉史詩《嘉年華街》(Carnival Row) 中,有一個場景,在這個場景中,兩位年輕的傳統敵對派系領導人的繼任者發現自己相愛了,並且在重新塑造羅密歐與朱麗葉的次要情節中需要盟友; 叛逆的壞蛋喬納·布雷斯皮爾問他的權謀情人索菲·朗格班,“混亂對誰有好處?” 她回答說:“混亂對我們有好處。 混沌是弱者的大希望。”

      讓我們帶來混亂。

2022 年 2 月 15 日 怪物、怪胎、違禁者、自然的神聖荒野和我們自己的荒野:論愛與慾望的混沌

    在最後一次農曆新年慶祝活動和幾個幾乎不眠之夜的惡作劇之後,從獅子山觀看日出俯瞰香港,近年來被民主抗議者和革命者多次在爭取從中國解放和獨立的鬥爭中奪取對於在節日的掩護下的暴君,我的思緒轉向自由的本質和自然的自由,將我們自己視為狂野而光榮的事物,將愛和慾望視為無政府主義的解放力量,超越禁地和禁地的界限。違反規範是從他人的美德觀念的暴政和拒絕服從權威中奪取權力。

     自由,以及隨之而來的一切;最重要的是自由,作為自然的野性和我們自己的野性,作為對血統、信仰和土壤的合法身份和法西斯主義的蔑視,作為混沌的解放力量的愛和慾望,所有這一切都是重新想像和轉變的神聖行為關於我們自己和人類的可能性、意義和價值。在我們無數可能的未來中,在我們的日常生活中將它們自己整理出來,就像一場由蜂鳥飛行控制的颶風;暴政或自由,滅絕或生存。

     作為權威、權力、資本和霸權精英的父權制和種族主義、階級和種姓的秩序及其形式,它們來自恐懼、權力和武力的瓦格納環,它通過偽造、商品化和非人性化和非人性化來侵占和征服我們。將不同性和歸屬的等級制度以及血統、信仰和土壤的法西斯主義武器化,並將國家創造為體現暴力、武力和控制的暴政、警察和軍事恐怖的監獄國家以及帝國征服和殖民同化和剝削的統治;所有這些系統和結構都是在恐懼中誕生的,壓倒性的和普遍的恐懼被武器化為為權力服務和服從權威,有一個關鍵的弱點,沒有這個弱點,它們就無法出現並延續不平等的權力,因為這需要放棄愛。

    混沌的擁護者是全面的、無法控制的神聖愛的瘋狂,它跨越所有界限,團結我們團結一致,共同對抗那些奴役我們的人。

    愛使我們超越自我和我們皮膚的界限,破壞被授權的身份和敘述作為強加的鬥爭條件,奪取權力作為自己的所有權,並揭示他人的具體真相。

     一旦我們將民主定義為平等的自由社會和愛的實踐,就有一些原則可以推導出為革命和奪取權力的藝術。

     命令撥款;混沌自治。

     秩序是不平等的權力和系統的暴力;混沌是自由、平等、相互依存和和諧。

     秩序通過分裂和等級來征服;混沌通過平等和團結來解放。

      權威造假;對權力說真話或直言,正如福柯所說的說真話和做歷史的見證,賦予我們在追求真理和使暴君合法化的神聖使命中的真實性。

      時刻注意幕後的男人。正如多蘿西對奧茲所說,他只是一個老騙子。

      公民的四項主要職責是質疑權、公開權、模擬權和質疑權。

     沒有公正的權威。

      法律服務於權力和權威;越界和拒絕服從賦予自由和自我所有權作為成為人類和未被征服的主要行為。

      總是通過禁門。正如馬克斯·施蒂納所寫; “不能授予自由;它必須被扣押。”

     這就是我的革命和民主藝術,如愛;仍然存在詩意的願景,對我們自己的重新想像和轉變,以及我們成為人類的無限可能性,愛和慾望作為不可征服的信息、激勵和塑造力量,以及人類與生俱來的存在領域和權力,它們不能作為內在的真理從我們身上奪走。自然並寫在我們的肉體中,像潮汐一樣無政府主義和不可控制,正是愛和慾望作為野性的形式和體現的真理,為我們提供了將自由定義為自然的野性和我們自己的野性的定義

February 9 2024 Why Do I Write, and Why Am I Writing To All of You Here, in the Nakedness of my Life, my Voice, and my Truth, as America Begins Her Last Stand Against Fascism in the 2024 Elections

     Now and then I poke sleeping dragons with a stick, among them my own normalities; its why I travel when I write about a place and its current events, to disrupt my own expectations and ideas as I act to bring change to systems of oppression.

     A maker of mischief, I.

     Today’s post in my daily journal Torch of Liberty marks my debut on the writer’s and reader’s community and newsletter platform Substack, an event  which calls for the questioning of my ends and means; why do I write, and why am I writing to all you here, in the nakedness of my life, my voice, and my truth, in this moment of tidal change as America begins her Last Stand against fascism in the 2024 elections?

     As I re-evaluate my mission of the Restoration of democracy and actions as a guarantor of our universal human rights both in America and globally, and its praxis as Resistance to fascism and revolutionary struggle against tyranny and systems of unequal power, I reflect on the path which brought me here and the Defining Moments of my history.

    First among these traumatic events of destruction and recreation which revealed to me my true self and mission, Bloody Thursday 1969 in People’s Park, Berkeley when the police at the order of then-governor Reagan opened fire on student protestors, and I at nine years of age holding my mother’s hand in the front line as I was driven out of my body by the force wave of a police grenade, and in that brief awareness beyond time as I lay dead in her arms beheld our myriad possible futures; overwhelmingly those of centuries of tyranny and wars of imperial dominion ending with the extinction of human beings. I’ve been trying to warn others in hope of changing our future ever since, and I am failing.

     Second my near execution by police who were bounty hunting abandoned street children in Sao Paulo Brazil where I was training as a fencer the summer before I began high school in 1974, when I refused to step aside between them and a boy with a twisted leg who could not run. I was rescued by the Matadors, something between vigilantes, revolutionaries, and criminals who brought a Reckoning to the wealthy and powerful beyond the law or who were the law, founded by the great and terrible Pedro Rodrigues Filho the year before, who welcomed me into their ferocious brotherhood with the words; “You are one of us; come with us. We can’t save everyone, but we can avenge.”

     Third was the Siege of Beirut in the summer of 1982, when my culinary tour of the Mediterranean before my senior year at university in San Francisco was interrupted by the Israeli invasion of Lebanon. Israeli soldiers had set fire to two children and were laughing and making bets on how far they could run before collapsing into ruin, and I found myself fighting them as the children screamed in agony and horror burning to death. Others joined me, more joined us, and from that day I was part of the defense of the city.

      There was a café on the far side of a sniper alley that served the best strawberry crepes in the world, and my friends and I made an extreme sport of dashing across it for breakfast. One morning an elegant gentleman sat at my table, and said in French; ”I am told you do this every day, steal breakfast from death.”

     To this I replied; “Yes; moments stolen from death are all we truly own, and set us free. It’s a poor man who has no joys worth dying for.”

     He smiled and said “I agree”; so began our conversations at breakfast, until the day came when Israel overran the barricades. The IDF were asking for surrender, blindfolding the children of those who came out and using them as human shields, and setting fire to the homes of those who refused. When they set fire to our house, and our discovery that our only weapon was the bottle of champagne we had just finished, he asked; Will you surrender?” and I said no.

      “Neither will I” he replied, and stood. “As I offer you now, offer others at need; this is the Oath of the Resistance which I invented in Paris 1940 after spending much of the previous year spying on the Nazis in Berlin, reworded from my oath as a Legionnaire in 1918. It’s the finest thing I ever stole. Say with me; We swear our loyalty to each other, to resist and yield not, and abandon not our fellows.” Thus was I set on my life path by Jean Genet, in a burning house, in a lost cause, in a time of fear and horrors, with the Oath of the Resistance which I now offer all of you.

     And he gave me a principle of action that day, by which I have lived now for over forty years, among the unknown spaces on our maps of becoming human marked Here Be Dragons, where there are no rules, and now recommend to you; “When there is no hope, one can do impossible things, glorious things.”         

     What is Torch of Liberty? A voice of democracy and the Resistance, as the banner of my periodical declares, whose intent is to incite, provoke, and disturb.

      A journal of my witness of history and current events, and their meaning for strategy, intelligence, and policy for antifascists, revolutionaries, democracy activists, and allies of liberation struggle, wherein I interpret events as they occur using lenses of history, literature, psychology, and philosophy. It’s a method I developed from Robert G.L. Waite’s multidisciplinary study The Psychopathic God: Adolf Hitler, which I read as a high school senior and also motivated me, along with Jerzy Kosinski’s The Painted Bird, to choose the origins of evil and its actions as war, genocide, violence, and the social use of force as my field of study.

     Six years ago I founded Torch of Liberty and Lilac City Antifa together, a network of action and its community publication, to work through ideology and its praxis in the context of real world events and actions, and to reveal the meaning and consequences of current events. Herein I struggle to find answers to two primary existential questions.

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

      What is to be done, as Lenin and Tolstoy asked with such different answers and results?

     If we are to inhabit the perspectives of others and transform boundaries into interfaces, we must be willing to embrace otherness as diversity and inclusion but also as truths written in our flesh, the witness of history, and what Foucault called truthtelling; writing is a sacred calling in pursuit of truth, which frees us from the flags of our skin and from authorized identities as an imposed condition of struggle.

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

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

    As Virginia Woolf teaches us, “If we cannot tell the truth about ourselves, we cannot tell the truth about others.”

     So for my ars poetica as a praxis of revolutionary struggle. But I do not write to you today as an apologetics for poetic vision as the reimagination and transformation of human being, meaning, and value, nor for chaos as the adaptive range and change potential of systems, nor to give warning as we pass through Rashomon Gate Events of history under multiple threats of civilizational collapse and the extinction of our species and on its reverse face the limitless possibilities of becoming human, nor of the joy of total freedom which balances the terror of our nothingness.

     No, friends and those I hope may become friends, herein I write to you to ask for your help in questioning our truths, that together we may perform the Four Primary Duties of Citizens; Question Authority, Expose Authority, Mock Authority, and Challenge Authority, as seizures of power, allyship, and solidarity in liberation struggle and bringing change to systems of oppression and unequal power, as guarantors of each other’s humanity and universal human rights in refusal to submit to authority and those who would enslave us through commodification, falsification, and dehumanization, in this year of the Last Stand Against Fascism as it unfolds in America’s 2024 elections and throughout the world.

     Hope, solidarity, the witness of history, and truthtelling; such are my motives and purposes in writing to you as an open letter to humankind in this pivotal moment and to future generations. 

       And last but most important of all among my motives and purposes in writing, like Hope hidden in Pandora’s Box once the evils have escaped, herein I write to find healing for the flaws of our humanity and the brokenness of the world in sharing our journeys toward becoming human and in the reimagination and transformation of how we choose to be human together.

       I hope to have lived, and written, not at the end of the story of humankind, but at its beginning.

        And all of this tumultuous and traumatic chaotization and unraveling as human civilization falls from the mechanical failures of its internal contradictions and is reborn, either to an Age of Tyranny or a United Humankind as our choices about how to be human together unfold across the next several centuries.

     We now face threats of war and imperial conquest and dominion by two colossal empires, Russia and China, the subversion of democracy by theocratic tyranny and fascism in America and throughout the world, and the end of the earth’s capacity to sustain life and our own species extinction as a consequence of our addiction to power and control of nature.

     Among the lines of fracture of this large scale transformative process is the Third World War now ongoing in ten theatres of conflict as Russia attempts to re-found her empire; first in the democracy and peace movements within Russia itself to bring regime change, second the Russian capture of the state in America under the puppet regime of Trump who is also the primary figurehead of the Fourth Reich of patriarchal sexual terror, white supremacist terror, and theocratic Christian Identity tyranny, third in the Russian conquest of Ukraine and Russian atrocities and crimes against humanity, and in related conflicts, wars, and revolutions in Russian client states Syria, Belarus, and Kazakhstan, and conflicts in Nagorno-Karabakh, Libya, and throughout Africa.

      And since last October as the Gaza War became a regional theatre of World War Three as a theatrical performance in three dimensions; first the seventy years of anticolonial struggle of Palestine versus America and her colony of Israel which has gradually degenerated into a mirror image of the Nazi society it was designed to protect us all from, second the broader conflict between the Arab-American Alliance and the Dominion of Iran including Iraq, Syria, Lebanon, and Yemen which is driven by the historical sectarian Sunni-Shia division, and third its dimensions as World War Three as Iran’s ally Russia attempts to re-found her Empire versus that of Turkey for control of the Mediterranean and the Middle East and in proxy wars with America, and all of this as civilizational collapse and rebirth in the titanic struggle between forces of liberation and imperial state terror and tyranny as a theatre of cruelty.

    We also face the coming Chinese Conquest of the Pacific Rim and the Occupation of all cities with a Chinatown under the Overseas Chinese policy of the CCP, which declares all persons of Chinese blood to be their citizens and subject to their laws, though the invasion of Taiwan and the seizure of control of shipping in the South China Sea through the artificial archipelago of island fortresses built on the carcasses of coral reefs are the next steps in Xi Jinping’s grand strategy of dominion. We need only look to the vast laboratory of thought control and ethnic cleansing in Xinjiang or to the repression of dissent and freedom in Hong Kong to see what that future would look like.

    Third among our primary existential threats is Nazi revivalism in Europe and the emerging new global order of fascism and totalitarian states of blood, faith, and soil. This includes Orban’s Hungary, the capture of Italy by the original Fascist Party, and the political fronts which have become the opposition parties in France, Spain, and elsewhere, but also fascist states beyond the limits of Nazi ideology arising from similar forces of identity politics and the centralization of power to carceral states of force and control which include Modi’s India, Myanmar, and the Netanyahu regime of Israel.

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

      Who am I? By way of introduction, here follows my usual social media profile:

     I am on the side of Prometheus; rebellion, chaos, anarchy, resistance, transgression, revolution, and the frightening of the horses.

     Chaos autonomizes; Order appropriates, Law serves power, and there is no just Authority.

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

     I am a writer and former counselor, high school debate coach and forensics teacher, and English teacher with a lifelong interest as a scholar in the nexus of literature, psychology, history, and philosophy, my chosen field of study being the origins of evil in the Wagnerian Ring of fear, power, and force and its consequences as unequal power and systems of oppression and the social use of force as tyranny and terror.

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

     What is the praxis of my values? My purpose as a democracy activist is to realize a free society of equals in which we are co-owners of the state and guarantors of each other’s rights, as a revolutionary to bring change to tyrannies of force and control, as an antifascist to bring a Reckoning to elite hierarchies of belonging and exclusionary otherness and to fascisms of blood, faith, and soil, and as a human being to place my life in the balance with those of the powerless and the dispossessed, the silenced and the erased.

    In this cluster of causes, democracy, revolution, antifascism, and solidarity with all those whom Frantz Fanon called The Wretched of the Earth, I travel and write, speak, teach, and organize liberation struggle.

      I practice the Way of believing six impossible things before breakfast, as Lewis Carroll teaches us, but only those I myself have chosen or created.

       When you begin to question the boundaries and interfaces 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 no rules, 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.

     Thank you for sharing this journey with me, and may the new truths we create together bring all of us joy.

Michael Sheen performs ‘Do not go gentle into that good night’ by Dylan Thomas

Discourse and Truth: The Problematization of Parrhesia, by Michel Foucault

The Psychopathic God, Robert G.L. Waite

The Painted Bird, Jerzy Kosiński

                       My Kit For Hope:

The Myth of Sisyphus, by Albert Camus

The Old Man and the Sea, by Ernest Hemingway

The Trial of Socrates, by I.F. Stone

Invictus, by William Ernest Henley

February 8 2024 Falsification and the Wilderness of Mirrors: the Case of the Surveillance State Blueprint Hidden In the Immigration Bill

     Tear down the Wall. All the Walls.

     Such was my immediate response to reading of the blueprints for a surveillance state concealed within the anti-migrant border bill, a seizure and centralization of power by the state modeled on the dystopian Chinese ethnic cleansing of Xinjiang.

     Authority relentlessly and in all cases creates and weaponizes fear in service to power, through lies, illusions, rewritten histories, alternate realities; it is no accident that zombie films arose in concert with anti-migrant hysteria as symbols of the pitiable refugees demonized as subhuman masses which threaten white supremacy in the liturgies of terror and submission to tyranny of all fascists, including those who now control the Republican Party in America.

      Only love triumphs over fear, and only solidarity conquers division.

     As I wrote in my post of August 15 2020, Windows Into Our Souls: Why Surveillance is a Subversion of Democracy; “I will not make windows into men’s souls,” written by Sir Francis Walsingham in a letter to describe the intentions of Elizabeth I to uphold freedom of religion as a right and her refusal to authorize sectarian persecutions and inquisitions, the origin of the doctrine of separation of church and state in America, also established its corollary; the universal human right and right of citizens in a democracy to be free from surveillance by the state.

     Freedom of conscience, the right to believe any crazy damn thing we like so long as we harm no one, is at once a right of privacy, an affirmation of autonomy as a fundamental precondition of democracy as a free society of equals, and a guarantee against dehumanization and the state authorization of identities.     

     Who we are and choose to become and what we believe is sacred to our privacy and essential to our humanity and to our agency as individuals; it is an area into which no government has the right to intrude.

     As Traitor Trump apes his Russian puppetmaster Putin and his partners in authoritarian regimes in the establishment of a Fourth Reich throughout the world, Xi Jinping’s Chinese Communist Party and its laboratory of thought control and assimilation in Xinjiang, Orban’s seizure of Hungary as a base of operations for Nazi revivalism throughout Europe, the imperialist militarism of Netanyahu and Israel’s brutal Occupation of Palestine, and so many other tin gods and tyrants whose hegemony of power and privilege rely on the subjugation of their citizens and on categories of exclusionary otherness, our world slides nearer to that of Orwell’s 1984.

     Those who would enslave us have at their command an arsenal of surveillance and control which threaten to make tyranny and authoritarianism pervasive and endemic, and these rapidly evolving technologies must be overcome both as individual tools and methods and as structures of the police state. Cameras, phones, drones, and face recognition as means of identification and tracking in the repression of dissent must be resisted, for these define the front in the great struggle for freedom versus the carceral state.

    Here is Lionel Trilling’s brilliant review of Orwell’s 1984, the classic exposition of anarchist philosophy as a critique of unequal power and the authoritarian nature of government, from the June 18, 1949 Issue of the New Yorker; “George Orwell’s “1984” predicts a state of things far worse than any we have ever known.

     George Orwell’s new novel “Nineteen Eighty-Four” (Harcourt, Brace), confirms its author in the special, honorable place he holds in our intellectual life. Orwell’s native gifts are perhaps not of a transcendent kind; they have their roots in a quality of mind that ought to be as frequent as it is modest. This quality may be described as a sort of moral centrality, a directness of relation to moral—and political—fact, and it is so far from being frequent in our time that Orwell’s possession of it seems nearly unique. Orwell is an intellectual to his fingertips, but he is far removed from both the Continental and the American type of intellectual. The turn of his mind is what used to be thought of as peculiarly “English.” He is indifferent to the allurements of elaborate theory and of extreme sensibility. The medium of his thought is common sense, and his commitment to intellect is fortified by an old-fashioned faith that the truth can be got at, that we can, if we actually want to, see the object as it really is. This faith in the power of mind rests in part on Orwell’s willingness, rare among contemporary intellectuals, to admit his connection with his own cultural past. He no longer identifies himself with the British upper middle class in which he was reared, yet it is interesting to see how often his sense of fact derives from some ideal of that class, how he finds his way through a problem by means of an unabashed certainty of the worth of some old, simple, belittled virtue. Fairness, decency, and responsibility do not make up a shining or comprehensive morality, but in a disordered world they serve Orwell as an invaluable base of intellectual operations.

     Radical in his politics and in his artistic tastes, Orwell is wholly free of the cant of radicalism. His criticism of the old order is cogent, but he is chiefly notable for his flexible and modulated examination of the political and aesthetic ideas that oppose those of the old order. Two years of service in the Spanish Loyalist Army convinced him that he must reject the line of the Communist Party and, presumably, gave him a large portion of his knowledge of the nature of human freedom. He did not become—as Leftist opponents of Communism are so often and so comfortably said to become—“embittered” or “cynical;” his passion for freedom simply took account of yet another of freedom’s enemies, and his intellectual verve was the more stimulated by what he had learned of the ambiguous nature of the newly identified foe, which so perplexingly uses the language and theory of light for ends that are not enlightened. His distinctive work as a radical intellectual became the criticism of liberal and radical thought wherever it deteriorated to shibboleth and dogma. No one knows better than he how willing is the intellectual Left to enter the prison of its own mass mind, nor does anyone believe more directly than he in the practical consequences of thought, or understand more clearly the enormous power, for good or bad, that ideology exerts in an unstable world.

     “Nineteen Eighty-Four” is a profound, terrifying, and wholly fascinating book. It is a fantasy of the political future, and, like any such fantasy, serves its author as a magnifying device for an examination of the present. Despite the impression it may give at first, it is not an attack on the Labour Government. The shabby London of the Super-State of the future, the bad food, the dull clothing, the fusty housing, the infinite ennui—all these certainly reflect the English life of today, but they are not meant to represent the outcome of the utopian pretensions of Labourism or of any socialism. Indeed, it is exactly one of the cruel essential points of the book that utopianism is no longer a living issue. For Orwell, the day has gone by when we could afford the luxury of making our flesh creep with the spiritual horrors of a successful hedonistic society; grim years have intervened since Aldous Huxley, in “Brave New World,” rigged out the welfare state of Ivan Karamazov’s Grand Inquisitor in the knickknacks of modern science and amusement, and said what Dostoevski and all the other critics of the utopian ideal had said before—that men might actually gain a life of security, adjustment, and fun, but only at the cost of their spiritual freedom, which is to say, of their humanity. Orwell agrees that the State of the future will establish its power by destroying souls. But he believes that men will be coerced, not cosseted, into soullessness. They will be dehumanized not by sex, massage, and private helicopters but by a marginal life of deprivation, dullness, and fear of pain.

     This, in fact, is the very center of Orwell’s vision of the future. In 1984, nationalism as we know it has at last been overcome, and the world is organized into three great political entities. All profess the same philosophy, yet despite their agreement, or because of it, the three Super-States are always at war with each other, two always allied against one, but all seeing to it that the balance of power is kept, by means of sudden, treacherous shifts of alliance. This arrangement is established as if by the understanding of all, for although it is the ultimate aim of each to dominate the world, the immediate aim is the perpetuation of war without victory and without defeat. It has at last been truly understood that war is the health of the State; as an official slogan has it, “War Is Peace.” Perpetual war is the best assurance of perpetual absolute rule. It is also the most efficient method of consuming the production of the factories on which the economy of the State is based. The only alternative method is to distribute the goods among the population. But this has its clear danger. The life of pleasure is inimical to the health of the State. It stimulates the senses and thus encourages the illusion of individuality; it creates personal desires, thus potential personal thought and action.

     But the life of pleasure has another, and even more significant, disadvantage in the political future that Orwell projects from his observation of certain developments of political practice in the last two decades. The rulers he envisages are men who, in seizing rule, have grasped the innermost principles of power. All other oligarchs have included some general good in their impulse to rule and have played at being philosopher-kings or priest-kings or scientist-kings, with an announced program of beneficence. The rulers of Orwell’s State know that power in its pure form has for its true end nothing but itself, and they know that the nature of power is defined by the pain it can inflict on others. They know, too, that just as wealth exists only in relation to the poverty of others, so power in its pure aspect exists only in relation to the weakness of others, and that any power of the ruled, even the power to experience happiness, is by that much a diminution of the power of the rulers.

     The exposition of the mystique of power is the heart and essence of Orwell’s book. It is implicit throughout the narrative, explicit in excerpts from the remarkable “Theory and Practice of Oligarchical Collectivism,” a subversive work by one Emmanuel Goldstein, formerly the most gifted leader of the Party, now the legendary foe of the State. It is brought to a climax in the last section of the novel, in the terrible scenes in which Winston Smith, the sad hero of the story, having lost his hold on the reality decreed by the State, having come to believe that sexuality is a pleasure, that personal loyalty is a good, and that two plus two always and not merely under certain circumstances equals four, is brought back to health by torture and discourse in a hideous parody on psychotherapy and the Platonic dialogues.

     Orwell’s theory of power is developed brilliantly, at considerable length. And the social system that it postulates is described with magnificent circumstantiality: the three orders of the population—Inner Party, Outer Party, and proletarians; the complete surveillance of the citizenry by the Thought Police, the only really efficient arm of the government; the total negation of the personal life; the directed emotions of hatred and patriotism; the deified Leader, omnipresent but invisible, wonderfully named Big Brother; the children who spy on their parents; and the total destruction of culture. Orwell is particularly successful in his exposition of the official mode of thought, Doublethink, which gives one “the power of holding two contradictory beliefs in one’s mind simultaneously, and accepting both of them.” This intellectual safeguard of the State is reinforced by a language, Newspeak, the goal of which is to purge itself of all words in which a free thought might be formulated. The systematic obliteration of the past further protects the citizen from Crimethink, and nothing could be more touching, or more suggestive of what history means to the mind, than the efforts of poor Winston Smith to think about the condition of man without knowledge of what others have thought before him.

     By now, it must be clear that “Nineteen Eighty-four” is, in large part, an attack on Soviet Communism. Yet to read it as this and as nothing else would be to misunderstand the book’s aim. The settled and reasoned opposition to Communism that Orwell expresses is not to be minimized, but he is not undertaking to give us the delusive comfort of moral superiority to an antagonist. He does not separate Russia from the general tendency of the world today. He is saying, indeed, something no less comprehensive than this: that Russia, with its idealistic social revolution now developed into a police state, is but the image of the impending future and that the ultimate threat to human freedom may well come from a similar and even more massive development of the social idealism of our democratic culture. To many liberals, this idea will be incomprehensible, or, if it is understood at all, it will be condemned by them as both foolish and dangerous. We have dutifully learned to think that tyranny manifests itself chiefly, even solely, in the defense of private property and that the profit motive is the source of all evil. And certainly Orwell does not deny that property is powerful or that it may be ruthless in self-defense. But he sees that, as the tendency of recent history goes, property is no longer in anything like the strong position it once was, and that will and intellect are playing a greater and greater part in human history. To many, this can look only like a clear gain. We naturally identify ourselves with will and intellect; they are the very stuff of humanity, and we prefer not to think of their exercise in any except an ideal way. But Orwell tells us that the final oligarchical revolution of the future, which, once established, could never be escaped or countered, will be made not by men who have property to defend but by men of will and intellect, by “the new aristocracy . . . of bureaucrats, scientists, trade-union organizers, publicity experts, sociologists, teachers, journalists, and professional politicians.”

     These people [says the authoritative Goldstein, in his account of the revolution], whose origins lay in the salaried middle class and the upper grades of the working class, had been shaped and brought together by the barren world of monopoly industry and centralized government. As compared with their opposite numbers in past ages, they were less avaricious, less tempted by luxury, hungrier for pure power, and, above all, more conscious of what they were doing and more intent on crushing opposition. This last difference was cardinal.

     The whole effort of the culture of the last hundred years has been directed toward teaching us to understand the economic motive as the irrational road to death, and to seek salvation in the rational and the planned. Orwell marks a turn in thought; he asks us to consider whether the triumph of certain forces of the mind, in their naked pride and excess, may not produce a state of things far worse than any we have ever known. He is not the first to raise the question, but he is the first to raise it on truly liberal or radical grounds, with no intention of abating the demand for a just society, and with an overwhelming intensity and passion. This priority makes his book a momentous one.”  

      As written by Johana Bhuiyan in The Guardian, in an article entitled ‘A privacy nightmare’: the $400m surveillance package inside the US immigration bill: Experts issue warning over bipartisan measure’s funding for towers and DNA tests that would ‘hyper-amplify what’s already happening’; “The $118bn bipartisan immigration bill that the US Senate introduced on Sunday is already facing steep opposition, despite a strong statement of support from Joe Biden. The 370-page measure, which also would provide additional aid to Israel and Ukraine, has drawn the ire of both Democrats and Republicans over its proposed asylum and border laws. But privacy, immigration and digital liberties experts are also concerned over another aspect of the bill: more than $400m in funding for additional border surveillance and data-gathering tools.

     The lion’s share of that funding will go to two main tools: $170m for additional autonomous surveillance towers and $204m for “expenses related to the analysis of DNA samples”, which includes those collected from migrants detained by border patrol, according to the text of the bill.

     “This combination of money for surveillance and surveillance technology, along with the included gutting of asylum, would transform our system and hyper-amplify what’s already happening on the ground,” said Paromita Shah, the executive director of the immigrant rights group Just Futures Law.

     The bill describes autonomous surveillance towers as ones that “utilize sensors, onboard computing, and artificial intelligence to identify items of interest that would otherwise be manually identified by personnel”.

     The rest of the funding for border surveillance that the Guardian identified includes $47.5m for mobile video surveillance systems and drones and $25m for “familial DNA testing”. The bill also includes $25m in funding for “subterranean detection capabilities” and $10m to acquire data from unmanned surface vehicles or autonomous boats “in support of maritime border security”.

     In his statement of support, Biden said the agreement contained the “toughest and fairest” border reforms that the country has had in decades. “It will make our country safer, make our border more secure, and treat people fairly and humanely while preserving legal immigration, consistent with our values as a nation,” the statement reads.

     Shah said: “The Biden administration has negotiated itself into a place not even Trump was able to reach when it comes to militarizing the border and setting itself up to be an efficient deportation machine.”

    The US has already spent hundreds of millions of dollars on these automated surveillance towers, which are primarily made by Anduril Industries – the brainchild of Palmer Luckey, founder of Oculus VR. In 2020, US Customs and Border Protection (CBP) announced it would acquire 200 of these towers from Anduril by 2022 for a reported cost of $250m. As of early January, CBP had deployed 396 surveillance towers along the US-Mexico border, according to the Electronic Frontier Foundation (EFF). CBP is also planning on testing Anduril autonomous towers along the US-Canada border, according to tech news publication 404 Media.

    “Rather than solving immigration and border issues, this allocation is a windfall for surveillance tech vendors,” said Saira Hussain, senior staff attorney at EFF.

      Shah of Just Futures Law said it was “troublesome” to see the government leaning on untested technology.

     “It’s evident that they are presenting a sense of inevitability that technology will dictate the course of your life in the United States, whether it’s by serving as the ‘soft’ enforcer at the border or through the surveillance that will follow you into the country,” said Shah. “We’re talking billions of dollars being poured into technology that, ironically, remains unclear of how exactly it will be deployed.”

     The “increase in untested technologies” would also create “a privacy nightmare” for border communities, said Hussain of EFF.          

     As I wrote in my post of February 16 2023, The Wilderness of Mirrors: Stolen Elections for Hire in the Case of Team Jorge: Stolen elections for profit are in the spotlight in the case of Team Jorge, echo and reflection of Cambridge Analytica and the Stolen Election of 2016 which put a Russian agent who modeled himself after his idol Hitler in the White House. As terrible as these cases are, this is neither unique nor truly unusual in the history of propaganda and its use by states to create and enforce elite hegemonies of wealth, power, and privilege.

     What is new are the methods, and what is nearly unique is the motive; simple profit, amoral and with loyalty to none. This distinguishes private intelligence organizations and operations from those of states; the black hat shops of Russia which flooded Twitter and other media with false identities and stories to create the mirage of Our Clown of Terror, Traitor Trump, were clearly enemies of America engaged in information warfare to divide, destabilize, devalue, infiltrate, subvert, and utterly destroy us for political objectives, which included a free hand for the invasion and conquest of Ukraine in the mad imperial conquest of World War Three we are now engaged in on multiple fronts and theatres. But to topple free societies and install tyrannical regimes simply because you can, or for profit?

     To be monstrous is one thing; to be meaningless is quite another.

     As written by Stephanie Kirchgaessner in the Guardian, in an article entitled Disinfo black ops: exposing the companies and states spreading false information: ‘Story killers’ project brings together 30 news outlets to shine a light on industrial disinformation campaigns; “Disinformation has been compared to an “atomic bomb in our information ecosystem”, a problem so insidious that it allows hate, anger and conspiracy theories to spread faster than truth. In the words of the journalist and Nobel peace prize winner Maria Ressa, it renders democracy “a dream”.

     From Russia’s brutal invasion of Ukraine, to the January 6 2021 insurrection on the US Capitol, to deadly lies around Covid-19, disinformation is shaping major global events.

     Disinfo black ops is a special investigation exposing the deliberate spread of false information around the world. It is part of Story killers, an international collaborative project involving journalists from 30 news outlets, including the Guardian, Observer, Haaretz, Le Monde, Der Spiegel, Radio France, TheMarker, Paper Trail Media and the Washington Post.

     The investigation shines a light on the usually hidden machinery behind industrial disinformation campaigns, run by state-sponsored entities or private mercenaries who spread fake information across the internet for profit. It also reveals how inconvenient truths can be erased from the internet by those who are rich enough to pay.

    The project was coordinated by Forbidden Stories, the French nonprofit behind the Daphne project and the Pegasus project, whose mission is to pursue the work of assassinated, threatened or jailed reporters.

     The eight-month investigation was inspired by the work of Gauri Lankesh, a 55-year-old journalist who was shot dead outside her Bengaluru home in 2017.

     Hours before she was killed by assassins, Lankesh had been putting the finishing touches on an article called In the Age of False News, which examined how so-called lie factories online were spreading disinformation in India.

     In the Age of False News was published after her death. She wrote in her final sentence: “I want to salute all those who expose fake news. I wish there were more of them.”

     Authorities have arrested 17 people in connection with the murder. The trials are still under way.

     Nir Grinberg, an assistant professor at Ben-Gurion University in Israel, said the kind of commoditisation of disinformation that was being exposed by the Story killers project was relatively novel.

     The biggest impact of such campaigns, he said, could be that they created a “facade of effectiveness that is larger than life”, which in turn made individuals question the authenticity of everything they saw.

    “Unless civil society redraws the rules for these online spaces, steps in to defend them, and holds communication platforms accountable, we are looking at a future where anyone can be the target of such disinformation campaigns,” Grinberg said.

     Female journalists around the world, in particular, have become targets. Ressa’s publication, Rappler, exposed the work of troll armies that manipulated information around Rodrigo Duterte’s 2016 presidency. Her breakthrough journalism has made her the target of vicious online attacks and prosecution.

     In January, Ressa, who is widely considered the “face of the free press in the Philippines”, was acquitted of tax evasion charges, in a case she has described as part of a pattern of harassment.

     Jessikka Aro, a Finnish journalist from Yle, Finland’s national public broadcaster, was targeted by a Russian disinformation campaign after she began investigating and reporting on Russia’s Internet Research Agency, a state-controlled troll farm that spreads online propaganda and influence operations.

     Among the attacks Aro faced were smear emails and messages sent to colleagues and politicians, and attacks on Twitter. In one instance, Aro received a text message from someone claiming to be her deceased father, who said he was “observing [her]”.

     Journalists have paid a particularly high price for the global disinformation crisis. One in four journalists killed in non-conflict zones between 2017 and 2022 were targeted by disinformation campaigns, according to a Forbidden Stories analysis of data compiled by the Committee to Protect Journalists.”

     As I wrote in my post of September 16 2020, A Wilderness of Mirrors: Lies, Illusions, and the Theft of the Soul; As truth becomes uncertain and malleable through the instruments of media and reduces everything to identitarian partisanship, as reality becomes a social consensus model authorized for us by others, as we wander in a wilderness of mirrors, distorted images as if in a funhouse which falsify and abstract us from ourselves in infinite reflections, of misdirects, lies, and illusions, we become colonized by these falsehoods and shaped to the uses of their puppetmasters and those who would enslave us. Thus do we become puppets of the thieves of souls.

     And somewhere in the funhouse, a Clown of Terror laughs.

      Among the most successful propaganda campaigns of this election season is the QAnon conspiracy narrative, a modern reformulation of the charges against the Jews during the Inquisition which were later repurposed by the Nazis. Of the many great works on this subject, I recommend beginning with a novel by Umberto Eco, The Prague Cemetery.

      “Life imitates Art far more than Art imitates Life”; so argues Oscar Wilde in his 1889 essay The Decay of Lying, a Socratic dialogue in which he deconstructs Aristotle’s theory of mimesis, memory as the basis of identity, and also a critique of Marx’s historical determinism. In this he expanded Keat’s Idealism, “What the imagination seizes as Beauty must be truth—whether it existed before or not”, into an anarchist humanism embracing both political and personal spheres, in which self-creating autonomous individuals are the origin of all meaning and value.

     As such Wilde prefigures Sartre and forms a link between Romantic Idealism and Existentialism; I digress to point this out because Wilde’s breaking of the Great Chain of Being and causality, from the Infinite to kings and priests and then to their subjects, levels hierarchy and social station, interrogates authorized truth, democratizes the ownership of ourselves, and seizes and reclaims our power of choice regarding bodily autonomy and identities of sex and gender.

     In Oscar Wilde’s solution to Plato’s Allegory of the Cave, reality and its imitation shape each other as a recursive process, circular and infinite; and between these mutual negative spaces which create one another like Escher’s Drawing Hands is a liminal interface, full of possibilities and transformative power. The nature and relativity of time, order as an emergent function of chaos, the polymorphism of identity, and the necessity of rebellion against authority which interposes itself between the free conscience and ideas of autonomous individuals and our direct relationship with the Infinite in order to enslave us; all these are major themes of Oscar Wilde; but what is important to us in the context of designed lies and illusions by authority in a political context is that he signals a way out of the maze of propaganda and control which enforces falsification and dehumanization, or simply put the theft of the soul by those who would enslave us.

     If fictions can enslave us to the ideas of other people, our own fictions can also liberate us from them.

     At its best, true art allows us to transcend the limits which ensnare and diminish us; to rise above the troughs of our social position and of exclusionary categories of otherness and divisions from each other and to see the true shape of our possibilities and the seas in which we must swim from the crests of its waves.

    Art is revolutionary struggle which reconnects us and transforms human relationships, reveals new possibilities of becoming human together as yet undreamed, and with these functions of vision, self-ownership, transformation, and seizure of power becomes an instrument and process of Liberty.

     Let us forge an art of being human which returns to us our true selves.

     As I wrote in my post of November 22 2022 Faith Weaponized in Service to Power: a Mad Tyrant Dreams of Return in the Shadows of Thanksgiving and QAnon as Instruments of Authorized National Identity

       An amoral plutocrat has handed a global stage to the Fourth Reich and its figurehead Our Clown of Terror, Traitor Trump, now free to make his play for the recapture of America’s Presidency on Elon Musk’s Twitter.

      And in the cause of our division and subjugation the fascists have a powerful weapon of propaganda and falsification, lies and delusions, rewritten history, conspiracy theories and alternate realities of authorized identities of gender, race, faith, and nation; America’s lurid and strange new religion, QAnon.

       As the Pilgrims had Puritanism, the Fourth Reich has QAnon. Only time will tell which is more terrible in its consequences of dehumanization, division, subjugation, the centralization of power to carceral states of force and control, the tyranny and terror of patriarchy, racism, and theocracy, elite hegemonies of wealth, power, and privilege, and fascisms of blood, faith, and soil.

     As I wrote in my post of November 22 2021, Embodying Madness as Submission to Authority: America’s Lunatic New Religion QAnon and the Myth of the Return of the Once and Future King; As believers throughout Europe gathered to await the return of Christ at the first millennium and burned all their worldly possessions in public bonfires, the faithful of America’s lunatic new religion QAnon, having failed to consign democracy, America, and western civilization to a Bonfire of the Vanities in the January 6 Insurrection, gathered in Dallas to await the resurrection of JFK as Trump’s herald who will restore him to glory like British imperialists awaiting the return of King Arthur as the Once and Future King.

    In the protean and mass media created myth of QAnon, originally a diversionary smokescreen for actual child traffickers on 4Chan where it was born which was quickly appropriated by the Fourth Reich and shaped into a modern version of the antisemitic propaganda in the Protocols of the Elders of Zion, we can study in real time the genesis of religion as madness in submission to authority.

      As designed by the lies and false histories of those who would enslave us, QAnon weaponizes generalized and overwhelming fear in service to power and connects and enables the messaging widely distributed within the Pentecostal and Gideonite fundamentalist churches and communities which recasts Trump as Cyrus the Great in a new myth of Exile and renders his personal wickedness and depravities irrelevant, for an evil tyrant who gives you what you want can be useful.

      This was the principal lie which won Trump the election of 2016, for which that network of Fascist-Patriarchal churches is equally to blame with Russian sabotage of our elections and the subversion of our democracy through social media and the assault on truth and on journalism, science, and our justice system as sacred callings to pursue verifiable objective truth.

     As in Samuel Beckett’s iconic play, Godot never arrived in the street theatre of submission to authority today in Dallas, but we cannot hope that the faithful will realize they have been abandoned by false idols and turn on their masters in rage and vengeance.

     Not without our help to free them from the lies which have captured them.

     We must be truthtellers, and say with Dorothy as she says to the Wizard; “You’re just an old humbug.”

     As I wrote in my post of  December 8 2020, A Legacy of Shame and Ruin: Trump’s Fourth Reich Has Failed, But Achieved Its Mission of Subversion of Democracy and the Fall of America as a Guarantor of Liberty and Our Universal Human Rights; We Americans have wandered in a labyrinth of illusions, lies, and falsifications of ourselves for four years; the question now is whether we can emerge not ruined but renewed and transformed, not dehumanized and subjugated by a malign authority but reforged in solidarity and a compassion for others born of our common human flaws and exalted through our embrace of diversity and inclusion.

     Living at the possible birth of a new humankind as we do, and the dawn of an age of liberty, rebellion against authority, and revolution against systemic and structural inequalities of power and hierarchies of identitarian exclusionary otherness, we must seize the opportunities offered by our current situation.

     Trump’s Fourth Reich has failed, but achieved its mission of subversion of democracy and the Fall of America as a guarantor of liberty and our universal human rights.

     Fascism has done this as it always must, through the assault on truth, and it is the restoration of truth as the basis of trust in all human relationships, and to our interdependence, to which we must now direct our efforts in reversing the tide of tyranny and terror bequeathed to us by the Republicans.

     As Peter Wehner writes in The Atlantic; “We are entering into an epistemological crisis,” Barack Obama recently told my colleague Jeffrey Goldberg.

     The crisis didn’t begin with the Trump presidency, but it rapidly accelerated over the course of its term—and the situation has, if anything, grown worse in the aftermath of the presidential election.

     According to one poll, 70 percent of Republicans say they don’t believe that the 2020 election was free and fair. According to another, 77 percent of Trump backers say President-elect Joe Biden won because of fraud. And a Reuters/Ipsos poll found that 68 percent of Republicans said they were concerned that the 2020 election was “rigged,” and that only 29 percent believed that Biden had “rightfully won.” More than half of Republicans said Trump “rightfully won” but the election was stolen from him because of widespread voter fraud that favored Biden, claims that are hallucinatory.

     This may be Donald Trump’s most enduring legacy—a nihilistic political culture, one that is tribalistic, distrustful, and sometimes delusional, swimming in conspiracy theories. The result is that Americans are disoriented and frustrated, fearful of and often enraged at one another.

     Donald Trump didn’t invent misinformation and disinformation; they have been around for much of human history. But Trump—by virtue of his considerable skills in this area, aided by social media and capitalizing on “truth decay” and diminishing trust in sources of factual information—exploited them more effectively than anyone else has in American history.

     “It was unthinkable before Trump for anyone to run this kind of disinformation campaign from the White House against the American public,” according to Jonathan Rauch, the author of the forthcoming book The Constitution of Knowledge: A Defense of Truth. As a result, we live in an era defined by epistemic chaos and noetic disarray, one in which a large portion of the population embraces falsehoods and fairy tales and thinks of them as “alternative facts.”

     The deceit being dispensed by Trump & Company is hardly universal, but it is extensive, which is why defeating Trump was essential if we’re going to move away from perspectivism as the interpretive theory in our politics. But objective reality as a concept—truth as something that exists independent of affect, independent of subjective narratives, independent of whatever a partisan information silo claims is true—has been badly damaged. Among the most urgent tasks facing America, then, is to strengthen our regard for what Plato called episteme over doxa, true knowledge over opinion, reality over fantasy.

     Disinformation flourishes in a profoundly polarized society, which America most certainly is. How to depolarize our society is its own challenge, of course, especially when Americans have been subject to Trump’s relentless disinformation campaign for the past half decade.”

     “But not having a president who wakes up every morning thinking of ways to divide Americans by race, region, and religion, by class and party, will be a move in the right direction.”

     “But there is another side as well, which is that, in the words of John Keats, “Beauty is truth, truth beauty.” The line’s meaning is elusive, but Keats seemed to be saying, at least according to some of his interpreters, that truth is not just a philosophical concept; it has an aesthetic quality as well. And beauty itself is tied to truth, to transcendence, to the way things really and truly are. To live one’s life aligned with truth—especially when standing for truth has a cost—is to live a life of integrity and honor. But is that something we even talk about these days?

     Maybe the road out of the epistemic crisis that Barack Obama correctly identified runs not simply, or even primarily, through the realm of politics or social-media reforms, as important as they are. Perhaps the path requires us to order our lives well, remind ourselves and others to love what is worthy of our love, and affirm that “one word of truth shall outweigh the whole world.” We won’t get there tomorrow. But each of us can begin to take steps on the journey tomorrow, a journey out of mist and shadows toward the sunlit uplands.”

Another Brick in the Wall, Pink Floyd

‘A privacy nightmare’: the $400m surveillance package inside the US immigration bill

Letters From An American; HCR on the border security bill

1984, George Orwell, Thomas Pynchon (Foreword)

The Constitution of Knowledge: A Defense of Truth, by Jonathan Rauch

 The Decay of Lying and Other Essays, by Oscar Wilde

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

The Prague Cemetery, Umberto Eco 

https://www.newyorker.com/magazine/1949/06/18/orwell-on-the-future

https://www.theguardian.com/commentisfree/2020/aug/07/dhs-homeland-security-rogue-agency

February 2 2024 A Reading List for Black History Month

     A reading list is nothing less than a set of authorized identities; herein I hope to offer figures in which we can all find reflections of ourselves, and imaginal spaces to grow into. My lists are limited to books I have read, so please let me know if I’ve missed a favorite of yours.

     In celebration of Black History Month, I offer my updated reading list which I used in teaching high school American Literature and History classes:

                    Jay’s Revised Modern Canon 

                     Modern American Literature 2024 Edition

                    African-American History

     The 1619 Project: A New Origin Story, Nikole Hannah-Jones

     How We Fight White Supremacy, Akiba Solomon & Kenrya Rankin (Editors)

     Stamped from the Beginning, How to Be an Antiracist, Ibram X Kendi

     Creating Black America: African-American History and Its Meanings 1619 to the Present, Nell Irvin Painter

     How the Word Is Passed: A Reckoning with the History of Slavery Across America, Clint Smith

     On Juneteenth, Annette Gordon-Reed

     Freedom Dreams: The Black Radical Imagination, Robin D.G. Kelley

     Wilmington’s Lie: The Murderous Coup of 1898 and the Rise of White Supremacy, David Zucchino

     Black against Empire: The History and Politics of the Black Panther Party, Bloom & Martin

     The Dead Are Arising, Les Payne and Tamara Payne

     Life Upon These Shores: Looking at African American History, 1513-2008, The African-American Century: How Black Americans Have Shaped Our Country (Gates & Cornel West), Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Black Man, Africana (Gates & Kwame Anthony Appiah), Harlem Renaissance Lives: From the African American National Biography (Gates & Higgenbotham eds), The Annotated African American Folktales (Gates & Tatar eds), Henry Louis Gates Jr.

     The African Diaspora, Toyin Falola

     Parting the Waters: Martin Luther King and the Civil Rights Movement 1954-63, Pillar of Fire: 1963-65, At Canaan’s Edge: 1965-68, Taylor Branch

     His Truth Is Marching on: John Lewis and the Power of Hope, Jon Meacham, John Lewis (Afterword)

     Flash of the Spirit: African & Afro-American Art & Philosophy, Robert Farris Thompson

     This was Harlem, Charles Anderson

     The Blue Moment: Miles Davis’ Kind of Blue, Richard Williams

     The History of Jazz, Ted Gioia

     Invisible Child: Poverty, Survival & Hope in an American City, Andrea Elliott

                        African-American Literature

      Dreams Of My Father, Barak Obama

     Between the World and Me, We Were Eight Years In Power, The Water Dancer, Ta-Nehisi Coates

     When They Call You a Terrorist: A Black Lives Matter Memoir, Patrisse Khan-Cullors & Asha Bandele, Angela Y. Davis (Foreword)

     A Testament of Hope: the essential writings and speeches of Martin Luther King, James Washington editor

 The Autobiography of Martin Luther King Jr, Clayborne Carson ed

     Black Feminist Thought, Black Sexual Politics, Patricia Hill Collins

     Malcolm X: a life of reinvention, Speaking Truth to Power: essays on race, resistance, & radicalism, Manning Marable

     The Dead Are Arising: The Life of Malcolm X, Les Payne, Tamara Payne

     Roots, The Autobiography of Malcom X, Alex Haley

     The Black Panthers Speak, Foner ed

     Black Power: the Politics of Liberation, Stokely Carmichael

     Gay Rebel of the Harlem Renaissance: Selections from the Work of Richard Bruce Nugent, Richard Bruce Nugent, Thomas H. Wirth, Henry Louis Gates Jr

     The Angela Davis Reader

     The Cornel West Reader, Black Prophetic Fire, Hope on a Tightrope: words and wisdom, Cornel West

     I Am Not Your Negro (Peck ed), Go Tell It On The Mountain, Just Above My Head, Jimmy’s Blues and other poems, The Price of the Ticket: collected nonfiction 1948-1985, James Baldwin: The Last Interview and other conversations, James Baldwin

     The Souls of Black Folk, W.E.B. DuBois

W.E.B. Du Bois: Biography of a Race, 1868-1919, David Levering Lewis

     Up From Slavery, Booker T. Washington

     I Love Myself When I Am Laughing, and Then Again: a Zora Neal Hurston Reader, Alice Walker ed, Their Eyes Were Watching God, Dust Tracks On A Road, Collected Plays, Zora Neal Hurston

Zora Neale Hurston: Critical Perspectives Past And Present (Amistad Literary Series) Henry Louis Gates Jr., Kwame Anthony Appiah

     Native Son, The Long Dream, Black Boy, American Hunger, Pagan Spain, The Richard Wright Reader, Richard Wright

Richard Wright: Critical Prespectives Past And Present, Gates & Appiah eds

     Cane, Jean Toomer

     The Free-Lance Pallbearers, The Plays, New & Collected Poems 1964-2006, Going Too Far: essays, Mixing It Up: essays, Neo-Hoodoo Manifesto, Ishmael Reed

      The Women of Brewster Place, Gloria Naylor

     All Night Visitors, Clarence Major

     Kindred, Parable of the Sower, Parable of the Talents, Bloodchild and Other Stories, Octavia E. Butler

     Invisible Man, Ralph Ellison

Ralph Ellison’s The Invisible Man, Harold Bloom ed

    The Color Purple, Living by the Word, The Temple of My Familiar, We Are the Ones We Have Been Waiting for: Inner Light in a Time of Darkness, Hard Times Require Furious Dancing: New Poems, The World Will Follow Joy: Turning Madness into Flowers , The Way Forward Is with a Broken Heart, Gathering Blossoms Under Fire: The Journals of Alice Walker, Alice Walker

Alice Walker’s The Color Purple (Bloom’s Modern Critical Interpretations) Harold Bloom ed

    A Langston Hughes Reader

Langston Hughes: Critical Perspectives Past And Present, Gates & Appiah eds

    I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings, Wouldn’t Take Nothing for My Journey Now, Complete Stories, Maya Angelou

    The LeRoi Jones/ Amiri Baraka Reader, The Fiction of LeRoi Jones, The Autobiography of LeRoi Jones, S.O.S. : Poems 1961-2013, Amiri Baraka

     Beloved , Song of Soloman, The Bluest Eye, A Mercy, Jazz, Desdemona, Playing in the Dark: Whiteness and the Literary Imagination (the Harvard Lectures), Toni Morrison

Toni Morrison: Critical Perspectives Past and Present, Henry Louis Gates Jr. &  Kwame Anthony Appiah eds

      Bedouin Hornbook, Djibot Baghostus’s Run, Atet A. D., Bass Cathedral, School of Udhra, Whatsaid Serif,  Splay Anthem, Nod House, Blue Fasa, Nathaniel Mackey

     Sister Outsider: Essays and Speeches, The Collected Poems, The Collected Plays, ZAMI: a new spelling of my name, Audre Lorde

    John Henry Days, The Underground Railroad, The Nickel Boys, Colson Whitehead

     Homegoing, Yaa Gyasi

     The Devil in Silver, Lucretia and the Kroons, Big Machine, The Ballad of Black Tom, The Changeling, Victor Lavalle

     Don’t Let Me Be Lonely: an American Lyric, Citizen: an American Lyric, Just Us, Claudia Rankine

     The World Doesn’t Require You, Rion Amilcar Scott

     Feminism is for Everybody: Passionate Politics, Ain’t I a Woman: Black Women and Feminism, Feminist Theory: From Margin to Center, Black Looks: Race and Representation, Yearning: Race, Gender, and Cultural Politics, Outlaw Culture: Resisting Representations, bell hooks

     Jean-Michel Basquiat: Words Are All We Have, Basquiat: The Unknown Notebooks, Jean-Michel Basquiat

     The Shadow King, Maaza Mengiste 

    The Hill We Climb and Other Poems, Amanda Gorman

     The Prophets, Robert Jones, Jr. 

     Palmares, Gayl Jones 

     Sho, Douglas Kearney  

      Living Weapon: Poems, Rowan Ricardo Phillip

      Unbound: My Story of Liberation and the Birth of the Me Too Movement, Tarana Burke

February 6 2024 Victory In the Trials of Trump For Treason and Insurrection: Court Rules No Immunity

      Tonight we dance in the streets with joy, for the path ahead of us has been cleared by the courts to bring a Reckoning to Our Clown of Terror, Traitor Trump, for his treason, insurrection, and other acts of madness and evil of his criminal regime.

    Such as the many times he attempted to hijack the narrative of the Black Lives Matter protests by sending his deniable assets like the Oathkeepers and Proud Boys in joint operations with a special shadow army of Homeland Security, chosen like the Nazi SS death squads for fanaticism as white supremacists from among the most deranged of violent prisoners mixed with the most elite of our government’s trained killers, to disrupt and provoke the nonviolent marches which seized fifty of our nation’s cities with a campaign of looting, arson, violence, and the abduction and torture of protestors. This included the police assassination of our Antifa comrade Michael Reinoehl; as the Matadors said when the rescued me from assassination by a police death squad in Brazil the summer before I began high school; “We can’t save everyone, but we can avenge.”

     So much more elegant it is when we can fight for our common liberty and our universal human rights in the courts and elections, as citizens who are co owners of the state, rather than in direct action and revolutionary struggle. This is why I celebrate victories of legal and political process like today, which are possible only so long as these institutions remain legitimate. Suing malefactors and voting them out is so much better than hunting them down, and that it remains possible is welcome truth because it tells us that America, democracy, and human civilization throughout the world is not yet Fallen.

     As Freud teaches us; “Civilization was invented by the first man who threw words instead of stones.” And this we must never abandon.

     As written by Devan Cole, Hannah Rabinowitz, Holmes Lybrand, Katelyn Polantz and Marshall Cohen for CNN, in an article entitled Trump does not have presidential immunity in January 6 case, federal appeals court rules; “ Donald Trump is not immune from prosecution for alleged crimes he committed during his presidency to reverse the 2020 election results, a federal appeals court said Tuesday.

     The ruling is a major blow to Trump’s key defense thus far in the federal election subversion case brought against him by special counsel Jack Smith. The former president had argued that the conduct Smith charged him over was part of his official duties as president and therefore shield him from criminal liability.

     “For the purpose of this criminal case, former President Trump has become citizen Trump, with all of the defenses of any other criminal defendant. But any executive immunity that may have protected him while he served as President no longer protects him against this prosecution,” the court wrote.

    The ruling from the three-judge panel was unanimous. The three-judge panel who issued the ruling Tuesday includes two judges, J. Michelle Childs and Florence Pan, who were appointed by Joe Biden and one, Karen LeCraft Henderson, who was appointed by George H.W. Bush.

     The court is giving Trump until February 12 to file an emergency stay request with the Supreme Court, which would stop the clock while his attorneys craft a more substantive appeal on the merits. If he is successful with that, the criminal trial will not resume until after the high court decides what to do with his request for a pause.

     If proven, the court wrote, Trump’s efforts to usurp the 2020 presidential election would be an “unprecedented assault on the structure of our government.”

     “It would be a striking paradox if the President, who alone is vested with the constitutional duty to ‘take Care that the Laws be faithfully executed, were the sole officer capable of defying those laws with impunity,” they wrote.

     The judges flatly rejected Trump’s claim that his criminal indictment would have a “chilling effect” on future presidents.

     “Moreover, past Presidents have understood themselves to be subject to impeachment and criminal liability, at least under certain circumstances, so the possibility of chilling executive action is already in effect,” the opinion says.

     Trump’ attorneys had argued that if future executives believed that they could be indicted for their “official acts” as president, they would be more hesitant to act within their role.

     The panel wrote: “The risks of chilling Presidential action or permitting meritless, harassing prosecutions are unlikely, unsupported by history and ‘too remote and shadowy to shape the course of justice.’ We therefore conclude that functional policy considerations rooted in the structure of our government do not immunize former Presidents from federal criminal prosecution.”

    Trump faces four counts from Smith’s election subversion charges, including conspiring to defraud the United States and to obstruct an official proceeding. The former president has pleaded not guilty.

    Trump has argued that he was working to “ensure election integrity” as part of his official capacity as president, and therefore he is immune from criminal prosecution for trying to overturn the election results. His lawyers have also asserted that because Trump was acquitted by the Senate during impeachment proceedings, he is protected by double jeopardy and cannot be charged by the Justice Department for the same conduct.

     The district judge overseeing Trump’s criminal case in DC rejected Trump’s immunity arguments in December, writing that being president does not “confer a lifelong ‘get-out-of-jail-free’ pass.” Trump quickly appealed that decision to the DC Circuit, which agreed to expedite its review of the matter.

     Not protected under separation of powers clause

     The appeals court found that Trump is not protected from criminal prosecution under the separation of powers clause.

     “Here, former President Trump’s actions allegedly violated generally applicable criminal laws, meaning those acts were not properly within the scope of his lawful discretion,” they wrote, meaning that existing case law “provide him no structural immunity from the charges in the Indictment.”

     As written by Matt Ford in The New Republic, in an article entitled Trump’s Embarrassing Immunity Arguments Have Been Thoroughly Shredded; A three-judge panel just handed the former president his most comprehensive legal defeat yet; “Former President Donald Trump is not above the law, the D.C. Circuit Court of Appeals ruled on Tuesday. The three-judge panel unanimously rejected his sweeping claims of absolute immunity from official acts committed while president. Tuesday’s ruling paves the way for the resumption of his D.C. criminal trial on January 6–related charges—unless the Supreme Court intervenes, that is.

     There was no real reason to believe that Trump—or any former president, for that matter—had the level of immunity that the former president imagined he possessed. No president had ever claimed it before, the Constitution does not mention it, the Founders would have despised it. One cannot help but wonder if, way down deep in their heart of hearts, Trump’s lawyers even believed the claims they were making in court. They essentially argued that President Joe Biden could murder them and their client if he so wished and nothing could be done about it.

     But the D.C. Circuit was obligated to consider it on appeal nonetheless. The court’s 57-page ruling is unsigned, a move that both signals a deep agreement among the judges on the panel and avoids the risk of making one of them a target for death threats or retribution from the former president’s followers. It easily but comprehensively dispenses with Trump’s myriad arguments for immunity.

     Trump first argued that his purported immunity flowed from the Constitution’s separation of powers. Most of his argument stemmed from a line in Marbury v. Madison, the foundational 1803 ruling that established judicial review, where Chief Justice John Marshall wrote that a president’s “official” acts “can never be examinable by the courts.”

     The panel noted that this was a misreading of Marbury, which also distinguished between a president’s discretionary acts and his ministerial ones. Discretionary acts like naming a specific person to an ambassadorship or issuing a pardon aren’t subject to judicial review, but ministerial ones, such as enforcing federal criminal laws, are.

     Trump’s actions, the panel concluded, fell within the latter category and thus could be reviewed by the courts. “Here, former President Trump’s actions allegedly violated generally applicable criminal laws, meaning those acts were not properly within the scope of his lawful discretion; accordingly, Marbury and its progeny provide him no structural immunity from the charges in the indictment,” the panel wrote.

     Trump’s next set of claims revolved around public policy considerations. He claimed that allowing criminal prosecutions of former presidents would undermine the executive branch’s ability to carry out its constitutional functions. If former presidents could face criminal charges, Trump warned, it might have a chilling effect on how presidents wield executive power. While undoubtedly biting their judicial tongue, the panel effectively noted that a chilling effect on criminal conduct was precisely the point of criminal laws.

     “Moreover, past Presidents have understood themselves to be subject to impeachment and criminal liability, at least under certain circumstances, so the possibility of chilling executive action is already in effect,” it noted, citing the experiences of Richard Nixon and Bill Clinton. “Even former President Trump concedes that criminal prosecution of a former President is expressly authorized by the Impeachment Judgment Clause after impeachment and conviction.” (We’ll come back to that clause later.)

     The court was careful to balance specificity with generality. While it rejected Trump’s arguments as he made them, the panel also set aside thornier constitutional questions. In a footnote, the panel noted that its reasoning only applied to former presidents, leaving open the question of whether a sitting president can face criminal charges. And the panel noted that its ruling was based on the specific charges at hand, which alleged that Trump tried to overturn the presidential election results and illegally stay in office.

     The latter caveat, if anything, made the panel even less inclined to countenance an immunity claim. “We cannot accept former President Trump’s claim that a president has unbounded authority to commit crimes that would neutralize the most fundamental check on executive power—the recognition and implementation of election results,” it wrote. “Nor can we sanction his apparent contention that the executive has carte blanche to violate the rights of individual citizens to vote and to have their votes count.”

     The most bewildering and misleading argument for immunity that Trump made—which is really saying something—is that his prosecution was foreclosed by his acquittal in his second impeachment trial. He claimed that the Constitution’s language on impeachment, which says that “the Party convicted shall nevertheless be liable and subject to Indictment, Trial, Judgment, and Punishment, according to Law,” meant that he could only be tried for January 6–related charges if he had been convicted by the Senate during his second impeachment trial.

     This is a nonsensical theory that, as I noted in October, rested heavily on Trump’s legal team misreading part of Justice Samuel Alito’s dissenting opinion in a previous immunity case. The panel duly dispensed with it by noting that the weight of historical evidence suggested otherwise. “In drafting the Impeachment Judgment Clause, to the extent that the Framers contemplated whether impeachment would have a preclusive effect on future criminal charges,” the panel noted, “the available evidence suggests that their intent was to ensure that a subsequent prosecution would not be barred.”

     Trump’s last and most desperate claim was that his Senate acquittal for “incitement to insurrection” also barred his prosecution on January 6–related charges under “principles of double jeopardy.” This did not fly with the panel for a few reasons, foremost among them that impeachment is not a criminal proceeding and so the double jeopardy clause does not apply. “To the extent former President Trump relies on ‘double jeopardy principles’ beyond the text of the Impeachment Judgment Clause,” the panel wryly noted, “those principles cut against him.” After all, it pointed out, federal prosecutors had not charged him with the same offense.

     The D.C. Circuit’s decision is impressive not only for its clear reasoning but for the speed with which it was written. Some federal appellate courts take months to hand down rulings on complex cases, sometimes even more than a year. It took the three-judge panel only 28 days from oral argument on January 9 to the announcement on February 6. That raises hopes that Trump’s criminal trial, which had been paused during the appeal, can speedily resume. Judge Tanya Chutkan scrapped the March 4 trial date last week but will likely announce a new one in the coming days.

     All that remains to be seen is whether the Supreme Court will take up the case. It would not be surprising if the justices decided to give a final, authoritative word on the matter. At the same time, even the most accelerated briefing and argument schedules would make it difficult for the court to issue a ruling before the end of this term. The justices are already under pressure to deliver a ruling on Trump’s disqualification case, in which oral arguments are scheduled to begin on Thursday. In this matter, the court may decide for now to let the D.C. Circuit panel’s opinion stand unless enough justices actually disagree with it on the merits. The high court will likely signal its next steps in the coming weeks after Trump’s inevitable appeal.”

     Trump’s crimes of treason and sedition in the coup attempt of the January 6 Insurrection rightly remains our focus in understanding the fascist subversion of democracy and capture of the state in the Stolen Election of 2016; but let us not forget his many other crimes for which we must bring a Reckoning.

      As I wrote in my post of September 3 2023, Anniversary of the Assassination of Antifascist Comrade Michael Reinoehl: Violence, Responsibility, the Social Use of Force, and Our Duty of Care For Others; On this terrible day we mourn the extrajudicial and political assassination by police three years ago of a committed fellow antifascist and brother in the great struggle against white supremacist terror and the carceral state of the Fourth Reich, Michael Reinoehl, who has in a live broadcast interview publicly claimed responsibility for killing in self defense a member of a violent racist terror organization on August 29 2020 in Portland.

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

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

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

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

     Choose life.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

     Proclamation of Lilac City Antifa: Resistance Against Fascism and Tyranny

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

      I will make no compromise with evil.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

     Then he asked, “Will you surrender?’

     To which I replied, “No.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

     The end goal of Antifascism, and of revolutionary struggle and liberation, is to achieve a democratic society of true equality, diversity, and inclusion in which we can abandon the social use of force.

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

Trump does not have presidential immunity in January 6 case, federal appeals court rules/ CNN

Trump’s Embarrassing Immunity Arguments Have Been Thoroughly Shredded | The New Republic

https://newrepublic.com/article/178791/trump-presidential-immunity-court-defeat

Qualified Immunity: A Legal, Practical, and Moral Failure | Cato Institute

https://www.cato.org/policy-analysis/qualified-immunity-legal-practical-moral-failure

                     Antifa: a reading list

Antifa: The Anti-Fascist Handbook, by Mark Bray

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

by Gord Hill

Philosophy of Antifascism: Punching Nazis and Fighting White Supremacy

by Devin Zane Shaw

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

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

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

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

February 5 2024 William S. Burroughs, on his birthday February 5

     Celebrate with me today the works of a pivotal figure of my youth, one of my father’s Beatnik friends who among the writers, artists, musicians, and film and theatre people he collected was all of those as well as a magician and scholar of the occult, and a wise and kindly mentor.

    What does William S. Burroughs teach us about the value of transgression in bringing change to authorized identities and systems of oppression, the violation of normalities, the role of vision in the reimagination and transformation of imposed orders of being and meaning, and revolutionary struggle to seize ownership of ourselves from the tyranny of other people’s ideas of virtue?

     An encyclopedic and phantasmagorical body of work, full of dark satire, science fiction tropes, chaos, magic, songs of anarchy and freedom, and a beautiful unbounded transgression, William S. Burroughs wove revolutionary socio-political insights together with the glorious madness of Dionysian ecstatic vision.

     Combining in his person Existentialism and Surrealism, his work is driven by two great themes; rebellion against Authority and the dreamquest of a magician to become a god.

     The first of these themes being Sartrean Authenticity and a Promethean rebellion versus Control, a personification of all forms of thought control and normalcy, referential to Camus, Genet, Nietzsche, the English Romantics, de Sade, and most of all Georges Bataille, whose post-Freudian analysis of sociocultural forces and institutions, developed within the theoretical framework of Levi-Strauss and structural anthropology, indict Authority as a means of dehumanizing and shaping us into the tools of our own governmental, religious, and economic enslavement. The influence of Bataille on William S. Burroughs cannot be overstated.

     His second major theme is ecstatic vision and transcendence as a path of liberation from the material world, a sublimity achieved through the derangement of the senses; sex, drugs, violence, and the pursuit of the extreme and the bizarre. As in the early novels of his direct model Jean Genet, a major theme in this is the seizure of power and authenticity through transgression of the Forbidden.

     This includes the many magical subterfuges and arcane disciplines he practiced, first among them being the cut-up method of randomization to reveal hidden truths invented with Brion Gysin and intended as a ritual of prophecy derived from the I Ching, the inspiration for which Burroughs once told me was Leibniz’s famous claim to have invented binary mathematics when reading the I Ching in his hunting lodge in Bavaria when he had the primary insight that the whole universe can be constructed of combinations of one and zero.

     The works of William S. Burroughs may first be read as an interrogation of the four principles of Leibniz, Non-Contradiction, the Identity of Indiscernibles, the Principle of Sufficient Reason, and the Principle of Bivalence, as illuminated in the conversations of Aristotle, al Farabi, Avicenna, Aquinas, Kant, Russell, Wittgenstein, Carroll, and Korzybski, and playing the other side of the board Heraclitus, Nagarjuna, al Ghazali, and Hui Shi.

    Second is the technique of juxtaposition developed from Tristan Tzara’s Dada and Monet’s principle; “Man has two eyes through which he sees the world; one looks outward, and the other looks inward, and it is the juxtaposition of these two images which creates the world that we see.”

      Here in juxtaposition is a praxis of his values in the second dimension of Burrough’s thought, his context within the lineage of Romantic Idealism; Prometheus and Milton’s rebel angel, Shakespeare in The Tempest, Byron and his sources Jean-Jacques Rousseau, Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, and Friedrich von Schiller, then Mary Shelly’s Frankenstein, Keats, Blake, and Coleridge, Emily Bronte’s Wuthering Heights, Melville’s Moby Dick, and Nietzsche’s Thus Spake Zarathustra.

     Third we must recognize that William S. Burroughs is primarily a mystic and Surrealist, obsessed with experiments with telepathy, precognition, shapeshifting, out of body travel to other dimensions and times, curses and psychic conflicts with malign and alien forces which reflect those of H.P. Lovecraft, and a unique and personal spiritism akin to that of voodoo which I would call Jungian shadow work. In this aspect he resembles Philip K Dick, prophet of the transhuman, Carl Gustave Jung, Vladimir Nabokov in Ada, and all of his fellow Surrealists.

    Of direct influences among Surrealists we must count Djuna Barnes’ Nightwood, Rene Daumal’s Mount Analogue, Ionesco’s Rhinoceroses, Jarry’s Exploits and Opinions of Dr. Faustroll, Pataphysician, Reverdy’s The Thief of Talant, Michel Leiris‘ Nights as Day, Days as Night, and Journey to the End of the Night by Louis-Ferdinand Céline.

      As to his language and style we must trace his origins in the Surrealist poets and their influences and references; Charles Baudelaire, Arthur Rimbaud, and de Lautréamont, Stéphane Mallarmé and Guillaume Apollinaire, Paul Éluard,  René Char, and Phillip Lamantia.

     All of William S. Burroughs’ works may be read as conceptual art representing surrealist films in the tradition of Cocteau, Artaud, Dali, David Lynch, Wim Wenders, Tim Burton, Alejandro Jodorowsky, and Guillermo del Toro. 

     He began along this path as a child when he became the avatar of a chthonic being conjured by his Welsh nanny in the rite of Calling the Toad; and thereafter sought transformation and transcendence in forms ever more strange. This he claimed was the toad that Nietzsche feared he must swallow, which was transferred to him as a spirit guardian and oracle of wisdom, a succession of bearership as a mystery initiation into which he inducted me through storytelling as ritual. Upon each completion we would recite together Prospero’s line in Act V, Scene 1 of William Shakespeare ’s The Tempest; “This thing of darkness I acknowledge mine”.

     This canon of stories, possibly invented on the spot and told over some time intermixed with fabulous and strange versions of Grimm’s Fairytales, now seems to me similar in intent to Ted Hughes’ reimaginations of mythology attempting to construct and reawaken a lost faith. He never wrote them down, unfortunate as unlike his books they were suitable for young adults if not children and coherent in a way his novels, constructed of episodes he called turns as in vaudeville acts, are not. One day I may do so for him.

     I wrote my first story, Dream of the Toad, when I was twelve and immersed in Frazier’s Golden Bough and other myths, folklore, and fairytales, inspired by the wonderful stories he told of growing up stepping back and forth between our world and a parallel, magical one, filled with living figures from fairytales and myths in delightfully bent and off-center versions of their stories, as he and my father played chess of an evening and the coals of the fire burned low, enveloping us in the gathering darkness.

      To me, William S. Burroughs will always be a kindly and urbane but tormented gentleman, a Trickster figure and Guide of the Soul, bearer of hidden signs and wounds, a charming rascal and unofficial uncle steeped in classical literature he could recite from memory, full of mischief and secrets and whom you could trust with your own.

     Years after his time as a figure in our home, I first read his books as a teenager immersed in the grimoires of medieval magic, James Joyce’s Finnegan’s Wake, and Ludwig Wittgenstein’s Tractatus Logico-Philosophicus as guides to universal principles of creating ourselves through language, when I discovered the stunning vistas of his transgression and disruption of gender, as he had never said or signaled anything inappropriate within my sight or hearing as a child. So also with his anarchism and reimagination of Marx in fiction as the Algebra of Need.

     He always liked my Dream Labyrinth wall, a floor to ceiling collage of Hieronymus Bosch and other strange images opposite my bed which I changed and elaborated constantly throughout my teenage years. Bizarre drawings like cinematic storyboards would be found added after his mysterious arrivals and departures. He loved illusions, grand entrances and ghostly exits, and above all humor, by which to keep the world off balance and step nimbly by its obstacles.

      His books are also a Dream Labyrinth, which together form maps of the unknown and of possibilities of human meaning and being, as well as topologies of transformation as an anarchist Hall of Mirrors in a surreal and Absurd universe; one which is the reverse face of C.I.A. Director of Counter-Intelligence Angleton’s controlling metaphor of intelligence work as falsification and thought control as a Wilderness of Mirrors. This chiaroscuro was intentional on the part of Burroughs, who cast himself as a nemesis of Authority; liberation to counter balance tyranny. And all of this laden with dense symbolism and multilayered historical references, especially from suppressed paradigms and antique systems of myth.   

    William S. Burroughs remains an important vehicle of transmission of the whole western mystery tradition, indebted as he is to Philippe Soupault for his interpretation of William Blake and to Georges Bataille for his interpretation of Nietzsche and Freud.

      One can also speak of Burroughs the magician of poetic vision and ecstatic trance in terms of Dionysius and Orpheus, and the literature of ceremonial magic as was Jung, immersed in Gnosticism, Theosophy, Rosicrucian occultism, Egyptian mythology, shamanism, tarot as he gave me my first deck of cards which I have to this day and taught me their use, I Ching, Kabbalah, alchemy, and all of this through Aleister Crowley whom he claimed as a source of discipleship and interpreted through his direct model, H.P. Lovecraft, of whom he once said; ”I wish Lovecraft wrote fiction. Some truths are too terrible to invoke by their names.”

      Burroughs’ conspiracy of Venusian insects to conquer humankind through drug addiction as a metaphor of capitalism, summarized in his formulation of Marxism as The Algebra of Need, is an appropriation of Lovecraft. The master and his disciple were also both serious scholars of the occult obsessed with dark magic, who saw in mysticism a tradition of counterculture and dissent, as with the martyrdom of the Templars and the heroic Jacques DeMolay.

     Naked Lunch is a masterpiece and classic of literature; Junky and Queer are among his other autobiographical novels modeled on those of Jean Genet. Like those of Genet, his stories are parodies and subversions of sacred rituals intended to liberate us from authority and free the creative imagination to forge an authentic humankind.

     The Nova Trilogy: The Soft Machine, The Ticket That Exploded, and Nova Express, further explores addiction as a metaphor of social control and the destructive nature of capitalism. His idea of the Ugly American as a malign intrusive alien entity and force which must be exorcised parallels and is referenced by Malcolm X’s personification of heroin addiction as a White Man who must be cast out. 

     One of the most accessible of his works is his book on the gangster Dutch Schultz, a dialectical journal in the classical form of a Jesuit report recording the actual last words of the gangster in one column and Burroughs’s commentary in the other- complete with cinematography notes.

     America, a trilogy including Cities of the Red Night, The Place of Dead Roads, and The Western Lands which reimagines The Egyptian Book of the Dead, a triumph of Surrealism in epic form and a masterpiece, has a clarity of prose and the imprint of a master artist at the summit of his powers. As a prank I once switched them for the actual American History textbooks in a high school class; strangely no one objected and I had to go right on teaching through the semester with it as myths of national identity. I think we had more fun with this subject than is usual.

     The Revised Boy Scout Manual is a brilliant parody and a manual of anarchist revolt and the overthrowing of governments. Along with T.E. Lawrence’s Seven Pillars of Wisdom it is among the finest classics of direct action and guerrilla warfare one might consult.

     The Cat Inside is a delightful and precious allegory of freedom and rebellion, a meditation on values which extends Nietzsche’s analysis of master- slave psychology to a philosophy of anarchist liberation, which references Nietzsche’s interpreters Karl Jaspers, Maurice Blanchot, C.G. Jung, and Gilles Deleuze.

     The Wild Boys envisions feral youths in rebellion against the Authority that created them, a dystopian future in which man’s animal nature has been  betrayed by civilization but which also has the power to redeem him, the final part of his Anarchist trilogy which extends his recurrent theme of werewolves as symbolic of our essential wildness and unconquerable nature and a type of Nietzschean Superman; beyond good and evil. As he wrote it during the period of his visits, I have often wondered how much of it was drawn from my father’s ideas and the claim of our family history that we are not human but werewolves, and had been driven out of Europe for that reason; Martin Luther referred to my ancestors as Brides of the Dragon, and we were driven out of Bavaria in 1586 at the beginning of a forty-four year period of witchcraft persecutions. He was writing it during the Stonewall Riots, which may be a more direct context as a fictionalization of the witness of history. It is also filled with episodes from the glory days of his youth and set in Mexico and Morocco as imaginal realms.

     When I asked him, at the age of ten or thereabouts, if I was in his book and what he was writing about, he said; “Freedom, nature as truth and civilization as addiction to wealth and power and theft of the soul, and how our pasts get mixed up with our futures.”

     The Wild Boys reimagines The Egyptian Book of the Dead, of which fellow Surrealist and poet Philip Lamantia was a scholar, also the subject of his final novel The Western Lands as is H. P. Lovecraft’s The Dream Quest of Unknown Kadath, references Octave Mirbeau, Bataille, Genet, and extends de Sade and Rousseau’s ideal of the natural man as uncorrupted by civilization and unlimited by its boundaries, as truths immanent in nature and written in our flesh, in a reversal of Freud’s ideology of civilization as restraint of our nature. David Bowie created his character of Ziggy Stardust based on The Wild Boys; Anthony Burgess’s A Clockwork Orange and H.G. Wells’ The Island of Doctor Moreau here mingle and intertwine.

    The Black Rider: the casting of the magic bullets, a theatrical collaboration with director Robert Wilson & the magnificent Tom Waits, is a can’t miss.

     Exterminators collects thirty short stories, the Collected Interviews 1960-1997 edited by Lotringer are fascinating, as is The Adding Machine: essays. 

     Interzone is a travel journal, but only on the surface to the Marrakesh of Beatnik glory, as it also recounts the Lovecraftian plot to enslave humanity through heroin by fascist insects from Venus.

     All the works of William S. Burroughs are masterpieces of Anarchist liberation and transgression, Surrealism and occult mysticism, even if difficult because they are told in collages of random and nonlinear episodes, with an iconography that is bizarre and obscene. In spite and possibly because of this, they remain among the great classics of world literature, revealing endless chasms of darkness and infinite possibilities of rapture and illumination.

     All true art defiles and exalts.

    Go ahead; swallow the toad.

William S. Burroughs: 100 Years film with Barry Miles

John Giorno Interview: Inside William S. Burroughs’ Bunker

Kathy Acker interviews William S. Burrough (three parts)

William S. Burroughs, the Life Thereof

William S. Burroughs: The Possessed

“The Cat Inside” film narrated by WSB

WSB Lecture on Writing and the paranormal at Naropa University June 1986

WSB lecture July 20,1976

     William S. Burroughs, a reading list

Literary Outlaw: The Life and Times of William S. Burroughs, Ted Morgan, William S. Burroughs

The Magical Universe of William S. Burroughs, Matthew Levi Stevens

The Road to Interzone, Michael Stevens

With William Burroughs: A Report From the Bunker

by William S. Burroughs, Victor Bockris

February 4 2024 Sinn Féin Victorious in Seizing the Government of Northern Ireland; Hope For a United Ireland Free from British Colonial Rule is Rekindled

Two years of political deadlock and uselessness of the government ends this Saturday in Northern Ireland, when Sinn Fein’s new leader Michelle O’Neill  takes control of the state. I find it curious that no one is commenting in the news on the fact she is a descendent of Niall of the Nine Hostages, High King of Tara in Ireland over 1600 years ago, and arguably the legitimate Queen of Ireland.

     Sometimes we ignore the important things, like who are we really, and become lost in the trivia of the mundane and the ephemeral.

     Regardless of how bemused I am by this prodigy of history and its significance for our future, I keep returning to a comparison of a Northern Ireland governed by Sinn Fein with South Africa governed by the ANC, and wonder now how long it will be before Hamas ceases to be demonized by her colonialist-imperialist occupiers as a terrorist group as was the ANC and Sinn Fein, and is recognized as the legitimate government of a sovereign and independent Palestinian state.

      I dream of a United Humankind, wherein we are guarantors of each other’s universal human rights and we abandon the social use of force; that day is now nearer and more certain with the triumph of Sinn Fein.

     When Michelle O’Neill takes command of the state I will be singing a song of my childhood taught to me by my mother, whose allegiance to liberation struggle in Ireland and elsewhere may be gauged by the fact that she named my sister Erin, and become a family tradition when situations seem hopeless, the Broad Black Brimmer.

     There is always a way forward, so long as we refuse to submit and stand in solidarity with our comrades.

   The Broad Black Brimmer Lyrics

There’s a uniform that’s hanging in what’s known as father’s room

A uniform so simple in its style

It has no braid of gold or silk, no hat with feathered plume

Yet me mother has preserved it all the while

One day she made me try it on, a wish of mine for years

“Just in memory of your father dear”, she said

And when I put the Sam Browne on

She was smiling through her tears

As she placed the broad black brimmer on me head

[Chorus]

It’s just a broad black brimmer

With its ribbons frayed and torn

By the careless whisk of many’s a mountain breeze

An old trench coat that’s all battle-stained and worn

And breeches almost threadbare at the knees

A Sam Browne belt with the buckle big and strong

And a holster that’s been empty many’s a day

But when men claim Ireland’s freedom

The one should choose to lead them

Will wear the broad black brimmer of the I.R.A

It was the uniform being worn by me father long ago

When he reached me mother’s homestead on the run

It was the uniform me father wore in that little church below

When oul’ Father Mac, he blessed the pair as one

And after truce and treaty and the parting of the ways

He wore it when he marched out with the rest

And when they bore his body down that rugged heather braes

They placed the broad black brimmer on his breast

     As I wrote in my post of February 8 2020, Hope for the Union of Ireland: Sinn Fein Wins a Place at the Table; Today we celebrate with triumphant joy the electoral victory of Sinn Fein, the Irish party of liberation and social justice, which puts Union back on the table, the glorious dream of freedom from the colonial imperialist tyranny of England, which squats like a toad of foulness on the shores of Northern Ireland.

     What if all the former colonies of the British Empire sent troops to aid the people of Ireland in their struggle for liberty? How then can tyranny survive?

      Imagine with me a united free humanity and army of liberation comprised of former colonial subjects of the British Empire with a historic mandate to export the revolution and bring justice to all humankind, India and America, South Africa and Malaysia, Australia and Eqypt, and so many others. Such a force would be unstoppable, would sweep across hierarchies of authoritarian force and control like the Black soldiers of the Union Army who liberated Richmond and brought the Confederacy to submission or the Allied victory over fascism in the Second World War.

     Liberty is a dream resonant with historic momentum and power; we need only harness it to ride to victory on its tides.

     So I wrote four years ago, and with electoral victory today we move a step nearer to our goal of reunification. Here in Ireland we play what in chess is called a Long Game, in which the sacrifices we make along the way become our stepping stones to victory. And with the issue of trade as leverage, and all of the intractable issues signified by the term Brexit, as our civilization begins to collapse from the mechanical failures of its internal contradictions amid a changing world order, we now have unique opportunities for revolutionary struggle and for independence.

     As I wrote of the lines of fracture in my post of April 10 2021, A Bad Breakup: the Irish Unionists of Northern Ireland and the European Union Versus Britain and her Loyalists of Northern Ireland; During the past week of violence in Northern Ireland, Brexit has taken a monkeywrench to a fragile peace in a land riven by the legacies of nine centuries of colonial occupation and resistance.

    The week of rage and violence just endured by Northern Ireland, in which pro-British Loyalists have attacked their own police in a stunning volte-face, is a parallel with America’s January 6 Insurrection in terms of the motives of the mob and the origins of their grievances; a sense of betrayal by the government above all else, but also fear of losing power in a rapidly changing political and social context driven by population shift and the collapse of capitalism under globalization, both of which combine to create a whirlpool of marginalization, fear, rage, and enabled by weaponized faith and a divided national identity based on sectarian allegiance and reinforced by exclusionary differences of race and language and identitarian narratives of historical victimization.

    History oppresses everyone in Ireland; this is why it remains the classic example of the problem of the Double Minority. But until now the British Loyalists could count on a voting majority which has kept Northern Ireland under the British flag. No one gives up power willingly, and the Loyalists have historically displayed no limits in the actions they will take to defend their privilege. Brexit just dropped a match on an already explosive situation.

    What remains to be seen is whether the Catholic Unionists will be drawn into the conflict, which would signal a return of the Troubles and civil war but with the European Union challenging Britain in a proxy Great Powers War not seen since Bonnie Prince Charlie and France championed the causes of independence and Catholicism as European unity which supersedes nationalism, and echoing the sectarian conflicts of history, a scenario which would favor the Unionists in the long run and threaten the stability of Britain itself, or if the Protestant Loyalists will step back from the brink.

     For Loyalist forces, as for all those whose arts of negotiation include mass action as riot, arson, looting, and destabilization, there is a calculus of fear beyond which such provocations win nothing, for ones partners must also be able to win, and what you are asking must be within their power to grant. At this point they must be wondering if Britain can trade Brexit for Northern Ireland, and considering de-escalation, especially when the short term gains cannot offset the long term losses of damage to critical relationships with British police in the enforcement of elite hegemonic wealth, power, and privilege and the fracture of defining relationships with British sponsorship.

     If I were the director of Sinn Féin’s strategic intelligence and policy service, I would be urging simultaneous diplomatic actions to secure European and American alliances and direct actions to render it impossible for the Loyalists and Britain to salvage their united front and to escape the closing jaws of this trap. And I would win freedom for Northern Ireland; but at a terrible cost.

     There is nothing more terrible in the history of human atrocities than wars of religion, waged by those whose faith weaponized in the service of authority and power absolves any crime. Gott mitt uns; it is an ancient terror.

     We know too well the costs of losing such a conflict. What are the costs of victory?

       Liberation struggles, especially anticolonial revolutions, which were victorious but sowed the seeds of their own destruction as tyrannies bear a common fatal flaw; they won because they forged a national identity of blood, faith, and soil, focused on charismatic leaders and the valorization of force and violence, and energized by myths of sacrifice and victimization. Here are all the necessary conditions for the emergence of fascism; fear shaped by submission to authority in service to power.

     This has nothing to do with political ideology or the particulars of faith, ethnicity, race, language, or nationality, and everything to do with the nature of power as a dynamism of fear, force, and violence. 

    There is an escape from the Ring of Power, and it is both simple and fiendishly difficult to achieve; renounce the use of social force and abandon the seduction of power. Lay down your arms and join hands. Love and solidarity triumph over hate and division.

    But as the line in the film The Devil’s Own goes; “Don’t look for a happy ending. It’s not an American story. It’s an Irish one.”

     Who is the new leader of Northern Ireland? As written by Rory Carroll in The Guardian, in an article entitled Michelle O’Neill: Sinn Féin leader from IRA family who has vowed to respect royals: She’s pledged to be first minister ‘for all’ and her ability to navigate political tensions will shape her Stormont tenure; “When Michelle O’Neill is sworn in as Northern Ireland’s first minister, it will be a moment of personal triumph steeped in irony.

     As a teenage mother, she was treated as if she had the “plague”, and wept, yet went on to ascend the ranks of Sinn Féin and is now poised to make history as the first nationalist to lead Northern Ireland – a state that, in theory, she wishes to eradicate.

     There is little expectation of republican thunder when O’Neill takes her post in the gilded chamber of Stormont on Saturday. She has pledged to be a first minister “for all”, unionists as well as nationalists, and to show respect to the royal family.

     Yet the 47-year-old comes from an IRA family, defends the legitimacy of IRA violence, and honours IRA members who died during the Troubles. How she navigates the tension between these positions will shape her tenure at the helm of an executive that faces immense challenges after two years of political paralysis.

     O’Neill should have become first minister in May 2022 after Sinn Féin overtook the Democratic Unionist party in an assembly election. But the DUP boycotted power-sharing in protest at post-Brexit trading arrangements, leaving Stormont mothballed until a deal with the government coaxed it back this week.

     The Sinn Féin deputy leader will head an executive with a DUP deputy first minister who has equal power but less prestige. The two parties, in coalition with Alliance and the Ulster Unionist party, inherit a fiscal crisis, crumbling public services, creaking infrastructure and widespread cynicism about Stormont’s capacity to fix things. Republicans will want progress towards unification, while unionists will want to anchor themselves in the UK.

     Solomon and Machiavelli might have passed up such a job as impossible, but O’Neill has professed optimism and keenness to “work together with all parties to deliver on the needs and aspirations of workers, families and businesses”.

     Sexist jibes will not help. Since entering the public eye as a minister and deputy first minister, O’Neill has had to field comments on her appearance. “The beauty from a family drenched in blood,” the Daily Mail declared in 2017. “Glossy blonde hair. Bright lipstick. Curled eyelashes. Painted nails. Figure-hugging outfits. Michelle O’Neill certainly isn’t what we expected.”

     When Arlene Foster was a DUP first minister, she was pressed in an interview to sum up her Sinn Féin colleague in a word. “Blonde,” she replied.

     If wounded, O’Neill did not show it. Her public persona is of an open, affable, down-to-earth politician who gets on with her work. Officials at Stormont say she is the same when cameras are not rolling. “No airs, easy to get on with,” said one.

     O’Neill’s background did not hint at a future hobnobbing in Washington, London and Brussels. She was born Michelle Doris into a working-class family in Clonoe, a village in County Tyrone. Her father, Brendan Doris, was an IRA prisoner and an uncle, Paul Doris, raised funds for the group. Two cousins, IRA members, were shot by security forces, one fatally.

     Aged 15, she became pregnant and recalled being treated at school “like I was a plague”. At home she collapsed and sobbed. “I’ll never forget that experience and I thought, ‘Nobody will ever treat me like this again,’” she told the Irish Times in 2021.

     O’Neill’s family helped care for her baby daughter while she completed her A-levels and trained as a welfare rights adviser. In 2005 she won a seat on Dungannon borough council that had previously been held by her father and went on to become a protege of Francie Molloy, a Sinn Féin assembly member, and Martin McGuinness, the party’s dominant figure alongside Gerry Adams.

     After she was elected to Stormont in 2007, the party hopscotched her over more senior colleagues by appointing her agriculture minister in 2011, health minister in 2015 and deputy first minister in 2017 after McGuinness’s death.

     “Initially she was seen as a puppet for Adams and the boys,” said Shane Ross, a former Irish government minister and author of a biography of McDonald, using a euphemism for IRA veterans suspected of behind-the-scenes influence. “But she has grown in stature. Her authority is growing. She’s certainly able enough.”

     O’Neill, now a grandmother, has reached out to unionists by attending King Charles’s coronation and occasionally referring to “Northern Ireland” rather than the “north of Ireland”. She has also accepted Police Service of Northern Ireland protection, a break with the Sinn Féin tradition of using republican bodyguards.

     But she defends the IRA’s armed campaign up to the 1998 Good Friday agreement, saying there was “no alternative”, and attends memorials for former members, including a large funeral in 2020 during Covid restrictions.

     “It’s hypocritical to go and shake hands with various dignitaries but not condemn the killing of innocent people who were just doing an honest day’s work,” said Roy Crawford, an Ulster Unionist councillor for Fermanagh and Omagh district council. An IRA bomb killed his father, Ivan Crawford, a part-time Royal Ulster Constabulary officer, in 1987. “Justice has not been got. The killers are running free,” he said. “I’m only one of many.”

     Still, the unionist expressed hope about Stormont’s restoration. “We are entering a new phase of history. We don’t know what the future holds for us. We hope it’s something tangible and positive.”

     For background in Irish history, there is one film you must see, Ken Loach’s The Wind That Shakes the Barley, and some excellent books to read; Say Nothing by Patrick Radden Keefe, Tim Pat Coogan’s 1916: One Hundred Years of Irish Independence, The Troubles: Irelands Ordeal 1966-1996, and Wherever Green is Worn: the Story of the Irish Diaspora, and Fintan O’Toole’s The Irish Times Book of the Century and The History of Ireland in 100 Objects.

     On the literary side, A Treasury of Irish Folklore by Padraic Colum, Opened Ground: Selected Poems 1966-1996 by Seamus Heaney, Reading in the Dark by Seamus Deane, TransAtlantic by Colum McCann, Breakfast on Pluto and The Butcher Boy by Patrick McCabe, The Blackwater Lightship, The Heather Blazing, and the nonfiction Bad Blood: A Walk Along the Irish Border and Mad, Bad, Dangerous to Know: The Fathers of Wilde, Yeats and Joyce by Colm Tóibín, At Swim-Two-Birds and The Third Policeman by O’Brien, Finnegans Wake and Ulysses by James Joyce, Oscar Wilde’s subversive political allegories Salome and The Picture of Dorian Gray, The Táin: From the Irish Epic Táin Bó Cúailnge, Thomas Kinsella translator and his Selected Poems and Prose Occasions 1951-2006, the Malone Trilogy by Samuel Beckett, and Iris Murdoch’s novel of the Easter Rebellion, The Red and the Green.

     The Guardian has a precis of the developing situation; “The divisions in Northern Ireland have long been along political lines about how it should be governed, and by whom, and also along religious faultlines.

     Unionists, also called loyalists, are loyal to the union between Northern Ireland and Great Britain. Historically they have mostly been Protestants, and often refer to the area of Northern Ireland as Ulster – one of Ireland’s traditional provinces whose territory it partially covers.

     Republicans, also called nationalists, believe in a united and independent Ireland. Historically they have mostly been Catholic. They sometimes refer to Northern Ireland as the “six counties”, a reference to the fact that the territory covers six of the nine counties of Ulster.

     The two communities tend to vote along separate lines, with parties such as the Democratic Unionist party and the Ulster Unionist party attracting the support of loyalists, while nationalists usually voting for the SDLP (Social Democratic and Labour Party) or for Sinn Féin. The Alliance party and the Green party attract some cross-community support.

     Prior to the relative peace and stability brought about by the Good Friday agreement in 1998, there were decades of conflict centred around Northern Ireland known colloquially as “the Troubles”, fuelled by paramilitary wings on both sides of the divide.

     Organisations including the Provisional Irish Republican Army (IRA) fought for the nationalist cause, and on the opposite side groups such as the Ulster Defence Association (UDA) and Ulster Volunteer Force (UVF) between them perpetuated conflict that included terrorist attacks and murders in the Republic of Ireland and on mainland Britain as well as in Northern Ireland itself. About 3,500 people were killed during this period.

     The roots of the conflict, however, ultimately go back as far back as the 12th century to invasions of Ireland by forces from the mainland. Echoes of that long history are seen in the symbols used and events celebrated by either side. Loyalists celebrate with their Orange Order marches the 1690 victory of Protestant Prince William of Orange over Catholic King James II at the Battle of the Boyne, while republicans celebrate events such as the 1916 Easter Rising, which paved the way for the formation of the modern independent Republic of Ireland.

    Brexit has recently exacerbated divisions, making the border between Northern Ireland and the Republic of Ireland a land border between the EU and the UK, and a source of tension between the two trading blocs over their future relationship. The DUP and other unionists campaigned for and supported Brexit, while Sinn Féin and other republicans campaigned against. Northern Ireland voted overall to remain in the EU, by 55.8% to 44.2%.”

     When we speak of conflict in Northern Ireland as imperial dominion versus revolutionary struggle, what does this mean to the people who lived it?

     As I wrote in my post of January 30 2022, Fifty Year Anniversary of Bloody Sunday; Fifty years ago the massacre of Irish citizens by the British Army, an atrocity of state terror known throughout the world as Bloody Sunday, shifted American and global public and official support to the cause of Irish nationalism and reunification and like the brutal repression of Gandhi’s Salt Tax Protest delegitimized the British Empire. We have not yet fully emerged from the shadows of our imperial and colonial histories, but in the last century since the  collapse of civilization from the mechanical failures of its internal contradictions in World War One and the revolutions and liberation movements which swept the world the tides have begun to turn.

     Such is the terror and ruin of the age in which we live, and of its hope and glories as a liminal time of the reimagination and transformation of ourselves and the limitless possibilities of becoming human.

    The people of a nation are living echoes, reflections, consequences, and bearers of its histories, and the people of Ireland are no different in this from any other, our songs of survival, resistance, and triumph over those who would enslave us acting like forces of nature, like the winds and the tides, to shape us as informing and motivating sources. So national identities are formed from the legacies of our stories, both as epigenetic and multigenerational trauma and harms and as freedom and the ownership of ourselves.

     History, memory, identity; we are prochronisms, histories expressed in our form of how we have solved problems of adaptation over vast epochs of time, truths written in our flesh like the shells of fantastic sea creatures.

     What has been written in our lives has all too often been a tale of tyranny and repression, imperial conquest and colonialism, the theft of the soul by carceral states of force and control, and the consequences of falsification, commodification, and dehumanization by the state as organized violence and enslavement by elite hegemonies of wealth, power, and privilege and divisions of exclusionary otherness by fascisms of blood, faith, and soil.

     And this we must resist, by any means necessary. To tyranny and fascism there can be but one reply; Never Again.

    When those who would enslave us and steal our souls come for us, let them find not a humankind subjugated by police terror and learned helplessness, but united in solidarity and refusal to submit.

     Whosoever refuses to submit becomes Unconquered and free, and this power of self ownership cannot be taken from us. Here also is the moment of decision wherein the tide turns and tyrannies of force and control break; for the social use of force is hollow and brittle, and fails at the point of disobedience. This great truth is the keystone of my art of revolution, and why liberation movements will eventually be victorious when applied as disruptive forces to systems of unequal power which will inevitably fail from their internal contradictions.

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

      Tyrants may own the monstrous shadows of the past, but the future is ours.  

     As written by Fintan O’Toole in the Irish Times; “Bloody Sunday, the 10-minute massacre that lasted decades.

     The first time, on January 30th, 1972, it was a real event: a massacre in Derry of 13 unarmed civilians by the first battalion of the British army’s Parachute Regiment.

     The second time, three months later, it was a toxic fiction: an official British government report in plain blue covers by “The Rt Hon Lord Widgery OBE TD”. The “TD” stood for Territorial Decoration, a military medal awarded for long service as an officer in the British army reserve.

     Widgery pontificated that while some of the firing by the Paras may have “bordered on the reckless”, the soldiers were returning fire in a gun battle. He was, evidently to his chagrin, unable to show that any of the 13 people killed and at least 15 wounded (one of them mortally) was engaged in attacking the Paras, but expressed a “strong suspicion that some… had been firing weapons or handling bombs in the course of the afternoon and that yet others had been closely supporting them”. All of this was pure fabrication.

     The first Bloody Sunday, the real one, was a moral and human disaster. The second one, the British Establishment’s fictionalised and slanderous version, was a political disaster.

     It destroyed for a long time any hope that the British government could be seen by Irish nationalists as an honest broker. It deepened the abyss into which Northern Ireland was tumbling and made the task of climbing out of it much more difficult. Far more people died because of Bloody Sunday than those who were murdered on the day.

     The British army had been on the streets of Derry since August 1969. It was initially welcomed as a line of defence for Catholic communities against Protestant mobs, a force likely to be more neutral than the local Protestant-dominated Royal Ulster Constabulary and especially its notoriously sectarian B-Specials. “We cheered the soldiers and jeered the cops,” remembered the brilliant journalist and activist in the Bogside, heartland of Catholic Derry, Nell McCafferty.

     But by the beginning of 1972, the Bogside had long ceased cheering the soldiers. As part of what McCafferty called a “scorched earth policy” on the part of militant nationalists, much of the city west of the Foyle lay in ruins.

     The Provisional IRA’s campaign of destruction left it looking, as Eamonn McCann put it, as though it had been bombed from the air. Most of this pockmarked terrain had become a no-go area for the RUC, and even the army entered it only in large units.

     In August 1971, the unionist administration at Stormont had introduced internment without trial (used exclusively at first against Catholics, most of them not involved in the IRA) and, at the same time, a ban on marches and demonstrations. Both of these issues were at play on Bloody Sunday: the Northern Ireland Civil Rights Association decided to defy the ban in order to stage a protest against internment.

     The most senior police officer in Derry, Chief Superintendent Frank Lagan, recommended that the march be allowed to proceed. The authorities decided to allow it pass through the nationalist areas of the city, but to stop it from reaching its intended destination, the Guildhall. This would be done by erecting barriers manned by armed troops.

     At the beginning of the month, Maj Gen Robert Ford, then commander of Land Forces in Northern Ireland, had expressed internally the view that the only way to stop further destruction of the city was, “after clear warnings, to shoot selected ringleaders”. This was not a mandate for what was to happen on January 30th, but it does suggest a drift within the highest echelons of the army towards a trigger-happy attitude.

     What Ford did want to do in Derry on Bloody Sunday, though, was to respond with force to the riots he expected to follow the blocking of the march. He saw this as an opportunity to move in and arrest what he regarded as “ringleaders” of those the army referred to as the Derry Young Hooligans.

     He had a very specific strike force in mind. Ford moved the gung-ho first battalion of the Parachute Regiment (1 Para) from its base outside Belfast into Derry. It arrived on the morning of Bloody Sunday, under the command of Lieut Col Derek Wilford.

     This unit already had innocent civilian blood on its hands. In August 1971, over a period of 36 hours in Ballymurphy, a small Catholic housing estate in west Belfast, 10 innocent civilians were shot dead. Nine of them were almost certainly killed by members of 1 Para.

     As would happen after Bloody Sunday, these victims were traduced as terrorists who were attacking the soldiers. This unit had not only developed a taste for atrocity, it had very recent experience of total impunity.

     The organisers of the Derry march decided to avoid a possible confrontation with the army and rerouted the march so that the rally would be at Free Derry Corner in the Bogside rather than at the Guildhall.

     But a large number of marchers decided in fact to continue along the original route towards one of the main army barriers. Some of them began to throw stones at the soldiers. Rioting also broke out at two other barriers.

     There was, by this stage in the city’s Troubles, nothing especially remarkable in these confrontations. The army had well-established ways of responding – with CS gas, baton rounds and water cannon – and these were indeed deployed by one of the regiments involved, the Green Jackets.

     There was no reason whatsoever for the Paras to open fire with live rounds. But at approximately four o’clock, two of them fired five shots at a 15-year-old boy, Damien Donaghy, wounding him in the thigh. This was the first blood of Bloody Sunday.

     Wilford then took the decision, apparently off his own bat, to send a platoon of his Paras out beyond the barriers into the Bogside, where the peaceful marchers had gone. This meant that the whole supposed justification of the operation – the arrest of rioters – evaporated.

     The Paras opened fire indiscriminately on people in the area of Rossville Flats car park. This was where the first mortal casualty, 17 year-old Jackie Duddy, was killed. Another seven people were wounded.

     Another platoon arrived in the Bogside and started firing, killing another 17 year old, Michael Kelly. While he was being carried away, they shot and killed five others: Hugh Gilmour (17), William Nash (19), John Young (17), Michael McDaid (20) and Kevin McElhinney (17).

     The Paras moved on into Glenfada Park and mowed down six more people, killing two of them. One of them, Jim Wray (22), was finished off with a second shot as he lay on the ground. The murderous intent could not be clearer.

     A lone soldier, presumably on his own initiative, then moved into Abbey Park and managed to kill two men, Gerard McKinney (35) and Gerald Donaghy (17), with a single shot. Others began firing across Rossville Street, killing Bernard McGuigan (41) and mortally wounding Paddy Doherty (32).

     This killing spree in the Bogside took barely more than 10 minutes. Over that time, the Paras fired more than 100 bullets at defenceless people. They could in principle have killed 100 civilians.

     Conversely, no soldier was hurt, let alone killed, by gunfire or by nail bombs or other explosives. Two of them were slightly injured by some corrosive substance that somebody threw at them from a balcony of the Rossville Flats. That was the height of the threat they faced. As the report of the exhaustive Saville inquiry report put it in 2010: “none of the casualties was posing a threat of causing death or serious injury, or indeed was doing anything else that could in any view justify their shooting”.

     It is worth noting that almost half of the fatalities were, technically and legally, children. Deliberately or otherwise, the soldiers targeted boys who would never get to become men.

     Perhaps this is one of the reasons why, even in a place that had already experienced a great deal of violence, the sight of those bodies was unbearable. Many of those present were later haunted by the fact that, in a deeply Catholic culture, they did not stop to pray for and be with the dead and dying. They moved numbly away, unable to process the horror.

     Yet, the British authorities knew very well how to process it. There was an established narrative they could tap into: soldiers in fear of their lives protecting themselves against snipers and nail bombers.

     But even more than that, there was an instinct of ruling class solidarity. It is interesting to think about the Widgery report in relation, for example, to the way the Establishment dealt with the victims of the Hillsborough football ground disaster in England in 1989.

     The events were radically different, except in the fact that a lot of working class people died as a result of the recklessness of the authorities. But the basic response was the same: blame the victims, blacken their names, exonerate the guilty, close ranks.

     In England, that way of dealing with a deadly disaster created by the authorities themselves was devastating. But in the context of the Troubles it was what the Saville inquiry, breaking with the conventions of legalistic language, rightly called “a catastrophe”.

     Bloody Sunday discredited the British state, but it also cut the ground from under the large majority of Irish Catholics and nationalists who believed in forcing change through protest and civil disobedience.

     The truth is that those methods were in fact successful; by the end of 1972, the Orange State was gone. The unionist monolith would never return to power.

     But the combination of atrocity and cover-up, of crude savagery and suave cynicism in the Bloody Sunday story, gave credence to a counter-narrative of war to the death. It was all too easy to lose patience with the unavoidable political complexities of Northern Ireland and to revert to an atavistic logic: kill them before they kill us.

     In this warped logic, the answer to the murders of innocent civilians was the murder of innocent civilians. The Official IRA’s retaliation for Bloody Sunday was to place a bomb in the Parachute Regiment’s barracks at Aldershot that killed five female cleaners, a gardener and the Catholic chaplain.

     The Provisional IRA’s reply was Bloody Friday, when it detonated 19 bombs in the centre of Belfast. About 130 people were injured, many of them maimed for life, and nine died. Two of them – William Crothers and Stephen Parker – were children.

     A pattern of answering outrage with outrage, atrocity with atrocity, was established and it would hold its shape for more than 20 years. Not the least of the obscenities was that within this deadening repetition, Bloody Sunday would acquire the prefix that became a warrant for inhumanity: what about.

     “What about Bloody Sunday?” should never have been a way of evading the truth of what happens when armies, public or private, feel free to turn their nihilistic power on defenceless people. It should always be a reminder that this truth must be faced as much by self-righteous democracies as by those they purport to despise.”

    Such a litany woes, for Ireland is a song of monstrous histories which reach out to claim us from the darkness, horror, grief, pain, and despair of a people divided against itself by systemic forces of oppression and the legacies of colonialism and imperial dominion, of hierarchies of elite belonging and exclusionary otherness.

   But Ireland is also a song of survival and resistance, of freedom in refusal to submit, the claiming of oneself as ownership of identity, and seizure of power as autonomy.

    The lesson of an Ireland led and guided by a victorious Sinn Féin which seizes power within the heart of the enemy and its carceral occupation state is that we can all emerge from the shadows of our history and forge a new nation and a new identity united in solidarity against systems of unequal power.

    History has something to teach us here as well, for each human being is both a figure of all the ancestors that came before as embodied history, their hopes and dreams as well as their fears and nightmares, and a gate of future possibilities of becoming human.

     As I wrote in my post of March 17 2022, A Heritage of Resistance: the Unconquered Irish, on St Patrick’s Day; An ancient length of iron rests hidden among my tools, pitted and scarred from many battles and acts of sabotage, artifact of a heritage of resistance which reaches back into antiquity and connects us with the lives of others who refused to submit to authority; in this case the unconquered Irish.

    A workingman’s tool that can be used as a weapon, this is a traditional iron crow, a term whose first written use was in a poem in 1386 which describes the wicked triangular punch like a crow’s beak at the terminus of its curved handle, now called a crowbar or wrecking bar and normally now with wedged clawfoot prybars at both ends instead of just the foot, originally a pirate’s boarding weapon and breaching tool which by the early 1400’s had developed into the bec de corbin; Joan of Arc’s helmet has a strike imprint from one along the cheekplate.

    I will tell you two stories of the origins of this fragment of our history, one American and the other of the Old World. Both are true, if in different ways.

    Probably forged by my partner Theresa’s grandfather, the great socialist politician and labor organizer John F. McKay, blacksmith by trade though he published and edited several newspapers, and carried by him as a walking stick for some thirty years, this particular crowbar struck fear into company thugs and strikebreakers and brought hope to workingmen and their families.

      He began life as do many Americans, bearer of a historical legacy of survival and resistance; his father Hugh McKay had been a schoolteacher kidnapped into service in the British Navy at Inverness, who had killed or grievously wounded a British officer in a sword duel aboard ship, and was released by a sympathetic jailer before he was to be hanged. He jumped ship and swam the St Lawrence River to freedom in America.

      As an Industrial Workers of the World unionist and with his friend Eugene V. Debs, John F. McKay defied and challenged authority throughout the world to forge a better future in which no worker can be used against another. He began this life work as a Montana state senator of the Socialist Party in 1918-1922; for union organizing among the miners and loggers he was excommunicated by the Church, and defeated an assassin sent against him.

     An infamous event from this period was the Centralia Massacre of November 11 1919, in which a local Washington State headquarters of the IWW was attacked by members of the American Legion who had been called on by the town council to restore order during a strike; they surrounded and fired on the building, and a young IWW man who happened to be a World War One veteran fired back, killing several of them. The remaining strikebreakers stormed the building, killed several of the office staff, and castrated, dragged behind cars, and lynched others. Their mutilated bodies were hung about town; captured survivors were convicted on trumped up charges and given sentences of 25 years. John F. McKay fought his way out with this wrecking bar which I now hold. From this abattoir emerged a champion of the people; I believe this event began John F. McKay’s shift from political to direct action. At the end of his term in the senate he became a full time IWW organizer.

     In 1930 he moved to Spokane and founded the All Worker’s Party, and with the hundreds of men he organized kept thousands of people alive during the Great Depression, by raiding trains for food to distribute while his teams turned the power and water back on for families who had no cash to pay the utilities with, among other things.

     And with this wrecking bar in his fist he fought for liberty, equality, truth, and justice for the rest of his life.

     As we move further in time from our point of reference, possibilities multiply, meanings change, and futures become ambiguous; so it is with the past as well. So we turn from history to myth, and an origin story from which the Clan McKay  constructs its identity.   

     Possibly this crowbar is the haft of the ax of Sigurd the Mighty, Norse King of Orkney, who in 892 became the only man in history to have been bitten to death by a decapitated head. It happened this way; that in a great battle he struck off the head of Maelbrighte the Poisonous, Irish King of Moray, whose line were the last independent Irish rulers of Scotland, the original ancestor anointed king by St Patrick himself of a realm which embraced northern areas of both islands including what is now Belfast in Ireland and Inverness in Scotland, of direct descent from Niall of the Nine Hostages, High King of Tara, and a direct ancestor of all persons McKay, MacKay, McKee, and other variants thereof, last royalty of the Riven Kingdom of the Isles. Sigurd the Mighty tied the head of Maelbrighte the Poisonous to his saddle, and the head bit his leg which became infected and killed him.

      After this battle and generations of war the grandchildren of these two kings who had killed each other in battle united in marriage, becoming like many Scots a blend of Irish and Viking, figures of the origins of Scotland. The great ax was a wedding present, and a peace treaty.

     The malefic ax, consecrated to the Viking trickster god of battle, magic, and poetry, Odin, whose name means Master of Ecstasy and Fury, referring to the twin arts of poetic vision and war, odh or inspiration and berserkergangr or going forth as a bear in Old Norse, and on the other side to the Irish Crow of Battle, death, time, magic, rebirth, and transformation, the goddess Morrigan, Queen of Death and Nightmares, in equal part, as a peace offering at a wedding which unified the two peoples in the historic struggle for dominion, and signaled the birth of a new nation.

     And so this battered thing of dual origins and secret history waits among the other tools of my trade, that of resistance, chaos, anarchy, transgression, revolution, and the frightening of the horses.

     Of these it whispers secrets, awakens lost histories, restores forbidden senses of awareness and vision, opens doors of possibilities, and sends beautiful, terrible dreams of things which may have been or yet may be.

     Such is the legacy of humankind, which belongs to all of us. Seize and use it without fear, and build a better humanity and a better future for us all.

     Happy Victory For Sein Finn Day from Dolly and I. May you find beauty to balance the brokenness of the world, hope in struggle with the legacies of our history and the terror of our nothingness, vision with which to perform the reimagination and transformation of the world and the limitless possibilities of becoming human, and love to heal the flaws of our humanity.

The Broad Black Brimmer, by the Wolfe Tones

Paul McCartney – Give Ireland back to the Irish

On the film Belfast

https://focusfeaturesguilds2021.com/belfast/conversations?fbclid=IwAR0jQ-9ULoSSk36o–8CNOvx5X7xOC4bF2MG8NEvtY1fNLyFJ3Opg-N0FRc

 The Wind That Shakes the Barley film

https://archive.org/details/TheWindThatShakesTheBarleyFULLMOVIE

Say Nothing: A True Story of Murder and Memory in Northern Ireland,

by Patrick Radden Keefe

Tim Pat Coogan’s Author page on Goodreads, with all his published works

Fintan O’Toole’s Author Page

https://www.theguardian.com/politics/2022/may/07/sinn-fein-celebrates-victory-but-dup-warns-over-northern-ireland-protocol?CMP=share_btn_link

Michelle O’Neill: Sinn Féin leader from IRA family who has vowed to respect royals

https://www.theguardian.com/politics/2024/feb/03/michelle-oneill-sinn-fein-leader-ira-family-vow-respect-royals?CMP=share_btn_link

Niall of the Nine Hostages

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Niall_of_the_Nine_Hostages

And for an interpretation of this event contrary to my own:

With Sinn Féin in first minister post, has the republicans’ day come at last?

https://www.theguardian.com/politics/2024/feb/01/sinn-fein-michelle-oneill-first-minister-republicans-northern-ireland

https://www.theguardian.com/uk-news/2022/may/07/northern-ireland-elections-what-happens-next

https://www.theguardian.com/uk-news/2022/apr/25/northern-ireland-what-could-historic-election-win-for-sinn-fein-mean?CMP=share_btn_link

https://www.theguardian.com/uk-news/2021/may/03/how-could-a-vote-on-the-unification-of-ireland-play-out?CMP=share_btn_link

How Bloody Sunday unfolded – in pictures

https://www.theguardian.com/uk/gallery/2010/jun/10/bloodysunday-northernireland

https://www.irishnews.com/news/northernirelandnews/2022/01/24/news/sir-paul-mccartney-wrote-protest-song-give-ireland-back-to-the-irish-after-watching-events-of-bloody-sunday-unfold-2568524

On Bloody Sunday: A New History Of The Day And Its Aftermath – By The People Who Were There, by Julieann Campbell

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/58141246-on-bloody-sunday

https://www.irishcentral.com/roots/history/bloody-sunday-book-personal-histories-witnesses

https://www.irishtimes.com/culture/heritage/fintan-o-toole-bloody-sunday-the-10-minute-massacre-that-lasted-decades-1.4776688

https://www.theguardian.com/uk-news/2022/jan/28/adrian-dunbar-to-lead-events-to-mark-50th-anniversary-of-bloody-sunday

https://www.rte.ie/brainstorm/2022/0124/1275517-bloody-sunday-1972-united-states-noraid

https://www.theguardian.com/commentisfree/2022/jan/28/the-guardian-view-on-the-bloody-sunday-anniversary-the-legacy-remains

https://www.theguardian.com/uk-news/2022/jan/28/adrian-dunbar-to-lead-events-to-mark-50th-anniversary-of-bloody-sunday

https://jacobinmag.com/2022/01/derry-northern-ireland-troubles-massacre-cover-up/?fbclid=IwAR0ZyN-3vdxdaN7m4EKl4u3S9IDYdc7kF7kKT4qHZx-l8HndL_nCNu9UA_4

https://jacobinmag.com/2019/08/northern-ireland-troubles-operation-banner-fiftieth-anniversary-brexit

https://jacobinmag.com/2019/03/bloody-sunday-british-colonialism-trial

https://jacobinmag.com/2016/04/bernadette-devlin-interview-derry-civil-rights-troubles-good-friday

February 3 2024 Biden’s Presidential Campaign Becomes a War of Imperial Conquest Against the Dominion of Iran

     In reply to the victorious Red Sea campaign of allies like myself of Palestine, a counter blockade of Israel’s war crime of blockading humanitarian aid to Gaza, Biden the Baby Killer has launched a broad multistate regional conflict of imperial conquest against the Dominion of Iran, triggered by the deaths of American soldiers at the hands of Iranian allies or proxy forces.

     This is horrible, the murders of our guardians at Tower 22and a crime for which its perpetrators must be held responsible and brought a Reckoning; but so also is the Israeli campaign of ethnic cleansing in Gaza. When Netanyahu and Biden are removed from power as war criminals, and the rain of death our taxes pay for in Gaza silenced, there will be time to pursue justice for the victims of this conflict; all the victims, regardless of what nation claims to act in their name as legitimation of war and the centralization of power.

    Why do we sink or seize any ship carrying arms to Israel?   

    We contest the freedom of the high seas for any nation which funds and arms crimes against humanity, war crimes, ethnic cleansing, or genocide.

    America’s abandonment of the principle of our universal human rights under the command of President Biden is a historic betrayal of all that we love and hold dear as truths which are self-evident, and this is Biden’s re-election campaign of cruelty, amorality, and imperial terror.

    This wave of strikes against Iran’s Axis of Resistance and its nonstate forces is merely Biden’s attempt, confronted with hostile crowds of his fellow Democrats at re-election campaign rallies, to divert us from the fact that in sponsoring Israel’s war crimes he has made us all complicit in genocide and crimes against humanity.

     And this we must resist.  

     As written by Léonie Chao-Fong in The Guardian, in an article entitled What we know about US airstrikes in Iraq and Syria: US forces attack at least 85 targets across Iraq and Syria; US has no plan to bomb Iran, which would be a huge escalation, officials say; “The US has launched an air assault on several sites in Iraq and Syria used by Iran-backed militias, in an opening salvo of retaliation for the drone strike that killed three US service members in Jordan last weekend.

     US Central Command said the strikes were targeted at Iran’s Islamic Revolutionary Guard Corps (IRGC) Quds Force and affiliated militia groups. It said US military forces struck more than 85 targets including “command and control operations, centers, intelligence centers, rockets, and missiles, and unmanned aired vehicle storages, and logistics and munition supply chain facilities” belonging to militia groups and their IRGC sponsors.

     Joe Biden warned in a statement released after the attacks began that “if you harm an American, we will respond”. The statement said: “The United States does not seek conflict in the Middle East or anywhere else in the world. But let all those who might seek to do us harm know this: if you harm an American, we will respond.”

     The US has said it has so far “hit exactly what we meant to hit”. Lt Gen Douglas Sims, director for operations on the joint staff, said the timing of the strikes was determined by the weather, with the best weather appearing on Friday. “The initial indications are that we hit exactly what we meant to hit with a number of secondary explosions associated with the ammunition and logistics locations,” he said.

     At least 18 Iran-backed fighters have been killed in strikes in eastern Syria, the Syrian Observatory for Human Rights has said. At least 26 important sites housing pro-Iran groups including weapons depots have been destroyed in raids striking a large swath of eastern Syria, stretching more than 62 miles (100km) from the city of Deir ez-Zor to Albu Kamal, near the Iraq border, the monitoring group told AFP.

     An Iraqi military spokesperson has said US airstrikes were launched at Iraqi border areas, warning that the attacks could ignite instability in the region. Yahya Rasool said in a statement reported by Reuters: “These airstrikes constitute a violation of Iraqi sovereignty, undermine the efforts of the Iraqi government, and pose a threat that could lead Iraq and the region into dire consequences.”

     US officials told CNN that the US had no plan to bomb Iran, which would represent a significant escalation. Administration officials have repeatedly stressed that Washington does not intend to go to war with Iran, despite the accusation that it had armed the groups behind the Tower 22 attack. Iran has also previously warned the US not to launch any direct strike on Iranian territory, saying if the US acts in this way its response will be swift and dramatic.

     The US had warned it would carry out a series of reprisal strikes launched over more than one day. The US defense secretary, Lloyd Austin, said on Friday: “This is the start of our response. The president has directed additional actions to hold the IRGC and affiliated militias accountable for their attacks on US and coalition forces. These will unfold at times and places of our choosing.”

     As written by Dan Sabbagh in The Guardian, in an article entitled Jordan drone strike: who are Islamic Resistance in Iraq and what is Tower 22?

The group that claimed responsibility for the deadly attack on a US military base in Jordan is a loose coalition of Iranian-backed militias; “Three US service personnel were killed and 34 wounded on Sunday after a drone hit a residential quarters at a military outpost in Jordan known as Tower 22, which lies on the border between Iraq and Syria.

     It is the first time US soldiers have been killed by hostile fire since the start of the Israel-Hamas war, after an estimated 150 attacks by Iranian-based militias on American bases in Iraq and Syria since 7 October.

     A military response is expected from the US. Joe Biden, the US president, blamed Iran-backed militants for the attack and said on Sunday: “We will hold all those responsible to account at a time and in a manner [of] our choosing.”

     Iran has denied any involvement in the attacks, but Islamic Resistance in Iraq have claimed responsibility as part of efforts, galvanised by the Israel-Hamas war, to try to drive US troops out of Iraq and Syria.

     Who are Islamic Resistance in Iraq?

     Responsibility for the attack on the US base was claimed by Islamic Resistance in Iraq, a term used to describe a loose coalition of Iranian-backed militias that oppose US support for Israel in the war in Gaza.

     Membership of the group is deliberately vague, allowing each armed group a level of plausible deniability, according to the Atlantic Council. There is evidence suggesting that Iran’s Revolutionary Guards play a coordinating role, the Washington Institute for Near East Policy said.

     On Sunday, Islamic Resistance in Iraq said they targeted US personnel with drones at three locations in Syria, including two bases near where Iraq, Syria and Jordan meet, but it was not immediately clear whether the group was referring specifically to the attack that killed the US troops.

     What is Tower 22?

     Tower 22 occupies a strategically important location in Jordan, at the most north-eastern point where the country’s borders meet Syria and Iraq, serving as a logistics hub for US military units in Syria.

     About 350 troops are based at a facility that may have been less well defended than bases in Iraq and Syria because it was thought to be in a safe country.

     Tower 22 is near al-Tanf garrison, which houses a small number of US troops across the border in Syria. Tanf had been key in the fight against Islamic State (IS) and has assumed a role as part of a US strategy to contain Iran’s military buildup in eastern Syria, while also being close to western Iraq.

     There are an estimated 4,000 US troops in Jordan. The kingdom is one of the few regional allies that hold extensive exercises with US troops throughout the year.

     What are the implications of the attack?

     It was always likely that US personnel would eventually be killed by one of the repeated attacks from Iran-backed militias in Iraq and Syria – or from Yemen’s Houthis firing at warships in the southern Red Sea and Gulf of Aden.

     A drone carrying explosives landed in the upper floors of a US barracks in Iraq in October, but failed to explode, one of more than 150 such attacks. At Tower 22, casualties were caused because the drone struck living quarters, raising questions as to how it was able to evade the base’s air defences.

     Much will depend on the level of US military response, and whether it will be deemed to act as a deterrent. But it is likely that attacks on US bases will continue, given that drones and missiles are easy to make, and that the attack on Tower 22 was effective in causing casualties at a relatively low cost.

     The key question is whether the US will strike directly at Iranian targets or possibly inside Iran itself, or focus on the militias in Iraq and Syria. Even the latter option is not without complications; a week ago, Iraq’s prime minister, Shia al-Sudani, complained via a spokesperson that US retaliatory strikes against the Kataib Hezbollah group “blatantly violated Iraq’s sovereignty”.

     There are about 2,500 US troops in Iraq – although there has been speculation that the Iraqi government will ask them to leave – and a further 900 in Syria, largely focused on fighting the remnants of Islamic State.

     It is also unclear whether Iran would escalate if attacked, or if the US attack was sufficiently intense. An option could be to threaten oil tankers and other shipping in the strait of Hormuz, replicating the tactics adopted by the Houthis.

     But the US has said it does not want escalation. “We are not looking for a war with Iran,” said John Kirby, the White House national security spokesperson. “What we want is a stable, secure, prosperous Middle East, and we want these attacks to stop.”

What we know about US airstrikes in Iraq and Syria

https://www.theguardian.com/us-news/2024/feb/02/us-airstrikes-iraq-syria-what-we-know?CMP=share_btn_link

Jordan drone strike: who are Islamic Resistance in Iraq and what is Tower 22?

https://www.theguardian.com/world/2024/jan/29/jordan-drone-strike-who-are-islamic-resistance-in-iraq-and-what-is-tower-22

Biden beware: US must fully consider response to soldiers’ deaths – or risk Iran escalation

https://www.theguardian.com/global/2024/jan/29/biden-beware-us-must-fully-consider-response-to-soldiers-deaths-or-risk-iran-escalation

February 2 2024 James Joyce, On His Birthday: the Quest For A Universal Language and Transpersonal Human Consciousness As Reimagination and Transformative Change

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

      Yet enter here, and abandon not hope.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

     How did I give answer to this?

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

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

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

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

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

   “Out of the night that covers me,  

  Black as the Pit from pole to pole,  

I thank whatever gods may be  

  For my unconquerable soul.  

In the fell clutch of circumstance

  I have not winced nor cried aloud.  

Under the bludgeonings of chance  

  My head is bloody, but unbowed.  

Beyond this place of wrath and tears  

  Looms but the Horror of the shade,

And yet the menace of the years  

  Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.  

It matters not how strait the gate,  

  How charged with punishments the scroll,  

I am the master of my fate:

  I am the captain of my soul. “

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

                    James Joyce, a reading list

 Joyce’s Finnegans Wake

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

by Joseph Campbell

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

Joseph Campbell

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

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

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

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

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

Joyce’s Voices, by Hugh Kenner

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

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

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

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

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

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

Annotations to Finnegans Wake, by Roland McHugh

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

                 Wittgenstein, a reading list

Wittgenstein’s TLP

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

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

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

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

Wittgenstein’s Antiphilosophy, by Alain Badiou

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

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

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

           The Zohar and Kabbalah, a reading list

Where to learn the Aramaic of the Zohar

Notes on the Zohar in English, Don Karr

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

Kabbalah, Gershom Scholem

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

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

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