political imprisonment and murder

The White House tells us that it’s up to Iraq to prove that it is innocent.

The Bush administration’s case against Iraq can be summed up in one sentence: Iraq has not led United Nations inspectors to the weapons Washington insists Baghdad is hiding.

But why should we be surprised at such arrogance and disregard for the niceties of international law? The current administration has been treating people this way for a long time.

A federal judge in New York attacked the Bush administration recently for defying his order to allow Jose Padilla, who is accused of being part of a plot to set off a “dirty bomb,” to meet with a lawyer. In case after case, the administration has taken the position that if it accuses someone of being a terrorist, he can be prevented from communicating with a lawyer.

If it serves their political purpose, anyone, even American citizens, can be held without trial or counsel or charges, and in some cases, murdered. It’s up to us to prove we are innocent, except that sometimes we’re offed first.

. . . November 3 of last year when Bush gave the green light for operatives to kill Qaed Salim Sinan al-Harethi, a suspect in the October 2000 bombing of the USS Cole in Yemen. From 150 miles away at a base in the east African country of Djibouti, the CIA launched a remote-controlled unmanned drone to track al-Harethi, and when his car reached an open road in the Yemeni countryside, a Predator missile was fired from 10,000 feet overhead. Al-Harethi and the five other passengers in the vehicle were immediately incinerated.
One of those passengers subsequently turned out to be an American citizen.

monsters and idiots with big guns

Washington to world: “Drop dead!

“WASHINGTON/BAGHDAD (Reuters) – Washington shrugged off growing vocal opposition to a possible war on Iraq as big powers lined up to reject military action.
China and Russia, as well as Canada, joined France and Germany Thursday in opposing any rush to war. They said U.N. weapons inspectors should be allowed to continue efforts to disarm Iraq by peaceful means. Washington dismissed the objections, saying it would find other supporters if it decided to go to war.
“I don’t think we’ll have to worry about going it alone,” Secretary of State Colin Powell said in Washington after talks with Britain’s supportive Foreign Secretary Jack Straw.

the wars on drugs, both wars

What a county! So, it appears we’re fighting a war on drugs at the same time we’re fighting a war on drugs. [Since we’re not making any progress in either campaign however, the White House claim that we can fight two wars at the same time remains just a dangerous boast.]

WASHINGTON, Jan. 18 — A military hearing into the deaths of four Canadians in an airstrike by two American pilots in Afghanistan has focused attention on the military’s long-held but little-known practice of using drugs to keep its weary forces awake and alert — or to help them sleep off the stress of combat.

But it seems that there’s more to this story than the NYTimes is willing to print. We have to go to The Village Voice for perspective. Read “The Guilt-free Soldier” in this week’s edition. The sub-headline, “A Pill That Wipes the Conscience Clean,” is a bit sensational, since the Pentagon doesn’t even have these drugs, yet, but horrendous issues await us just down the road.

Pills like those won’t be available to the troops heading off for possible war with Iraq, but the prospect of a soul absolved by meds remains very real. Feelings of guilt and regret travel neural pathways in a manner that mimics the tracings of ingrained fear, so a prophylactic against one could guard against the other. Several current lines of research, some federally funded, show strong promise for this.

the other Venezuela story

This report from Mother Jones is decidedly not what you hear in the North American commercial media, and in any event with its length it’s decidedly more information than we have come to expect from the media, regardless of bias. Don’t expect the same old same old.

Like most Venezuelans, Escobar has plenty of reason to be dissatisfied. Since Chávez won election in 1998, even many of his staunchest supporters believe he has mismanaged the economy and picked needless fights with the opposition. Under his leadership, Venezuela has fallen into severe recession: Factories are shuttered, inflation is soaring, and credit has disappeared. The government sits atop the largest reserve of oil in the hemisphere, yet upwards of 40 percent of Venezuelans still live in poverty. But despite the widespread economic misery, what upsets Escobar most is that Venezuela’s rich want Chávez out of power, now. Chávez, she says, is the only leader who has ever cared for Venezuela’s poor. “The rich have always had so much, and we, nothing,” she explains as thousands of marchers — mostly of mestizo or African descent — surge past, blowing whistles, singing, waving flags. “Now Chávez wants the rich still to have, but us too, a little.”

It’s not just a coincidence that the White House has taken such a special interest in President Chavez, a special interest exceeded only by its special interest in President Hussein.

But there’s little doubt that after Iraq, Venezuela is the oil-rich country where the White House would most welcome “regime change.”

But why does it look like Venezuelans themselves want a regime change? The American press and television tells us that the people want to oust their president, but this could hardly be the whole story even there were any sense at all in such a lazy explanation.

For three decades after the last dictator fell in 1958, the country was often held up as Latin America’s model democracy. There were two powerful political parties, both with a strong base of support among the upper and middle classes, both able to rally large masses of the poor via well-honed patronage systems. It was, everyone liked to say, just like the United States.
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And when the big oil dollars started flowing in the early 1970s, it was a system that organized one of the longest-running fiestas of the 20th century.

After the riots of the late eighties, triggered by an attempt by the conservative government to pass on to the poor, through an austerity program, much of the bill for the consequences of a decline in oil receipts, Venezuela went through economic and political agony for nearly a decade. he period of strife included an unsuccessful coup attempt led by (then Colonel) Chavez in 1992, for which he served two years in prison. A civilian Chavez was elected president in 1998 with a record 56 percent majority, and a new constitution followed in 1999, drafted by a popularly-elected Assembly and approved by an overwhelming vote in December of that year.

What Chávez has done, through the new constitution, is to start a process of formalizing and solidifying their political power, channeling their anger through political institutions rather than the streets. “Venezuela is a time bomb that can explode at any moment,” Chávez said when the constitution was approved. “It is our task, through the power of the vote, to defuse it now.” Chávez threatens Venezuela’s elite because he wants to turn the mob of February 1989 into what he likes to call el soberano — “the sovereign citizen.” Which is reason enough, in a country where the poor and working class form a solid majority of the voting population, for the elite to want Chávez out.

Sharpton for candidate!

For starters, he’s more interesting and more his own man and woman than any of the others–and, not incidently, he’s the only one who has actually served time when he was arrested. Oh, and he’s the only presidential candidate who ever showed up at City Hall for an AIDS demonstration, bless him.
Jimmy Breslin in today’s Newsday:

Take some of these Democratic candidates we’ve had: Mike Dukakis, Dick Gephardt, Joe Lieberman, Walter Mondale, Al Gore, and put them in a room and you’d open the window and jump out.
Sharpton may be stale in New York. But he is new practically everywhere else.
When crowds find that Sharpton can be exciting, and that he produces laughter with quick observations, he will have his moments as a candidate. He can use the language with more speed and fervor than anybody around. He is a master at “out of the past we see the future” phrases. About Martin Luther King, he told the crowd yesterday, “Celebrate the past. Fight for the future.”

He has credentials on real issues which should be the envy of any candidate–if they actually had any real interest in real issues.

He also knows more in five minutes about hospitals, schools, ambulance responses, prison sentences for the poor, welfare, food stamps and going into the service to fight wars than the rest of these presidential candidates have learned in their lives.
I don’t know how far he goes. But at the start, he will have some of them on the verge of throwing up after appearing with him.

Hlynur Hallsson

The Icelandic artist, Hlynur Hallsson, has, in an extrordinary gracious gesture, included my name along with those of a New York artist/curator and a German curator as part of his email announcement of his current show in Reykjavik [“20 pages Catalog with text from Horst Griese, James Wagner, Paul T Werner and more. ISBN 9979-60-826-9”]. I had been impressed with a NYTimes account of Hallsson’s installation in Marfa, Texas, so I posted some words inspired by admiration and respect for his art and what I could divine even then of his good humor and charm. He found my blog and thanked me for those comments. The installation had created quite a stir last summer in a sleepy, yet somehow jumpy, in our post-September-11 way, West Texas town.
I love conceptual art so much I can like it even without actually seeing, hearing or feeling whatever its it is, and sometimes it’s better only reading about it, but damn, I wish I could get to that show in Reykjavik!

Bengie seems to have made it

Bengie is the name of the leader of the Jokers, a South Brooklyn street gang of the 50’s immortalized in the photographs of Bruce Davidson. In “The City” section today the NYTimes has more than a full page of Tom Vanderbilt’s text, with photographs from Davidson, devoted to Davidson’s career. [Click onto “Slide Show: The Picture Man” and go to the third photograph for a heart-stopping image of Bengie, but don’t miss the others.]

The Lost World of a Street Gang
In his 1959 series “Brooklyn Gang,” published originally in Esquire with a text by Norman Mailer, and in 1998 as a book, Mr. Davidson entered the lives of a South Brooklyn street gang called the Jokers whose usual haunt was a local candy store.
“They had had a rumble that was written up in the newspaper, and I went out and offered to take photographs of their wounds, in color,” he said. He stayed on. “They had a youth board worker with them, and I had a tendency to come when I knew he wasn’t going to be around.” Mr. Davidson was 25 at the time, living in a one-room walkup in Greenwich Village.
“I had a kitchen/darkroom combination with a red light in my refrigerator,” he said. “I had a mattress on the floor, no girlfriend, and lived like a monk.”
The photographs today portray a lost world of stickball and boardwalks, of Vaseline hair and rolled sleeves, Kent Filters and Karl Droge Big Squeeze Ices, basement dances and Susie the Elephant Skin Girl at Coney Island. The atmosphere was tight and intense, filled with flinty looks and an almost accidental glamour, where tattoos were more a fierce indoctrination than a calculated lifestyle choice.
As with his other projects, Mr. Davidson needed entry, and he got it in the form of the gang leader, known as Bengie.
“He was kind of a brilliant visual guy,” Mr. Davidson said. “He took me to this roof, and I remember thinking, ‘This kid’s going to throw me off the roof and then rob me,’ but he’s pointing down at the stickball game and saying, ‘Get that,’ and saying: ‘Oh, there’s the Statue of Liberty. You can see it through all these television antennas.’ ”
The images of that summer have an eternal quality to them, as if the gang might still be drinking beer in paper cups on the beach, but the Jokers’ world was already beginning to change. Heroin was making an entrance; one gang member died from an overdose at 19.
A few years ago, Bengie got in touch with Mr. Davidson.
“I went out with him to the old neighborhood,” the photographer said. The candy store where the gang used to hang out was gone. “He took me for a cafe latte.” The neighborhood had changed, and so had the Jokers; Bengie is now a drug counselor, and Mr. Davidson’s wife is writing a book about his life.
In the apartment, Ms. Davidson pointed to a photo of Bengie back then, glaring out from a wall, standing beneath a thermometer that says “Have a Pepsi.” “You can see the frustration,” she said. “He’s so angry. He looked right out at Bruce, and the thermometer behind him seems to be registering his anger, rage and depression.”

don’t let them keep us invisible

Across the U.S. and abroad yesterday, and in some areas continuing today, hundreds of thousands of people refused to be robots in Washington’s plans for war.

Bush spent the weekend at the presidential retreat at Camp David. But White House spokesman Ari Fleischer made clear last week that the president does not see the growing protests as evidence that support is fading for his policy toward Iraq.
“Most people who support what the president is doing are not going to take to the street to say, ‘Disarm Saddam Hussein,’ “Fleischer said.

Maybe the NYTimes was saying something to Fleischer about the commitment of “those people who” want to bomb other people in this paragraph from its own coverage of the demonstrations:

Two hours before the start of the antiwar rally here, supporters of the war effort held a counter protest on the National Mall, southeast of the Vietnam Memorial. Fewer than 100 people — mostly from two groups, one called Move-Out and another called Free Republic — waved flags as “The Star Spangled Banner” played over a portable speaker.

During the period of the Vietnam tragedy it took ten years to build anti-war protest to this level. I’d like to believe Bush will be in very big trouble if he atacks Iraq, but then there’s such a disconnect in the White House between themselves and all reality here and abroad, they just might do it anyway.