Friday, November 30, 2007

drop the charges against Juan Ruiz

Some of you already know about this and some of you might not. There was a week-long No Borders Camp along the Mexico/U.S. border earlier in November. I went to the Calexico/Mexicali area for this camp. During the last day of the camp, the U.S. border patrol attacked the U.S. side of the camp at the end of a march and rally that ended the camp. Three people were initially arrested and several people beaten and shot with pepperspray pellets. Two of the people were held without charges for 48 hours and then released. The third person, Juan Ruiz, was charged with a felony assault of a federal officer. The drum Juan, a musician, was playing bumped into a border patrol agent, he was then tackled and thrown to the ground. Much of the border patrol's actions are on videotape and can be seen at:

http://noborderscamp.org/

There is also more information about Juan available at this site. He is a permanent U.S. resident and is facing possible deportation in relation to the charge. At the No Borders Camp website you can sign a petition to drop the charge against Juan. There is also a campaign of sending letters and faxes to the U.S. attorney; more details are available at the website. People are hoping for at least a thousand signatures. When I signed it, I was number 591. So, check out the website, read about what has happened, and sign the petition!

Tuesday, November 27, 2007

that's right

looking for a new world with a comic book in my hands

I finished reading a series of comics. I really like this comic--the characters, their relationships, the story, some of the ideas. And after reading this comic, I want to write a little. The last time I remember writing about a specific comic, it was about a story in which several comic heroes found themselves in a situation in which the government was imprisoning people indefinitely, with no trial or charges. This time, the comic involves a group of companions that, after fighting a foe that aimed to destroy the universe (no small task, I suppose) and winning, return home to find that society had changed and betrayed all it had stood for.

The society was fairly new, begun as a “fresh start,” after humans on earth nearly destroyed humanity. The new society, on a new planet, started off as an embodiment of peace, goodwill, and community. But things began to change. Different concerns began to take precedence, at least in the minds of some who managed to be at the top of a hierarchy that apparently the “fresh start” forgot to abolish. As one character puts it, “It’s Jamieson. Ever since his clique began to dominate the council, it’s been just another business.”

This new “business” is weapons manufacturing. Over time, those in power subverted the principles and ideas upon which the society was founded and began to see their position as a potential source for increased profit. To this end, science, research, and technology were used to manufacture weapons that were then sold on a galactic scale.

When the main characters return from their long adventure in other parts of the universe (and even elsewhere!), they come home to a corrupted version of their memories. Instead of being greeted with thanks and relief, they are tried in court for several alleged crimes related to their mission and task of confronting the foe that was determined to destroy the universe. The characters realize the sham that is the judicial system and, before waiting for an outcome, take action and make a very significant decision. The characters know that this home can no longer work for them. They decide to, as a group, leave this “fresh start”—they escape their bonds and take off for another world all together, where they can work towards something that holds true to their vision of humanity.

If it were only that easy! I love the comic book and I don’t dislike the ending. In fact, it is really emotional and I feel for the characters. In this world, though, that is not a feasible option. One cannot just take off in a ship for another world that is free from the established hierarchies. Sure, you can go off in the woods and build a shelter and live there—alone, with family, or in some sort of communal dynamic but this is not a way out. There is no “uncivilized” corner in which to live with the dreams of a new culture. Plus, there is something to the old maxim “As long as someone is imprisoned, I am not free.” Fleeing this world and establishing another does not change the oppression of the many in this one.

Where does this leave us? Do we stay and fight? Do we give up and “enjoy” the aspects of the status quo that keep so many in line? Do we create an alternative within the midst of the larger culture? These questions make me think of a book I read last week. In Beyond Civilization, author Daniel Quinn suggests that we should pursue what he calls “new tribalism.” This new tribalism is specifically occupationally oriented. While I do believe strongly in creating immediate alternatives to present conditions and ways in which we relate to one another, the environment, and ourselves, this version of an alternative existence is promoted as a way, and an end in itself, to bring about the fundamental changes that are necessary if we are to stop the destruction of the natural world, including humanity. However, the examples offered and the description of possible manifestations of this new tribalism are all enmeshed in the capitalist system already in place. It is not simply that this vision is involved with the capitalist system but that it does not appear to challenge it any real way that is the basis for my hesitance and even distrust of it.

Again, I do believe in alternatives in the immediate present and not just some hoped for “revolution” some time in the distant future. I also understand that some of these immediate alternatives will involve some participation in the present system. Just by living in this culture and simply this time and space, we participate in varying degrees with the current system. I understand that this is a balancing act, that to live and fight against this system and for something different means to live at least partly within the system. However, the vision represented in the book seems to make the argument that this vision is an end in and of itself; that, by rearranging the structure of a business (making it smaller, more intimate, and “tribal” in nature), change of a substantive nature will eventually envelop the whole culture. I don’t understand how that change will really involve some of the core problems, like hierarchy and capitalism. Instead, it seems to reform certain aspects of the structures we create within these larger paradigms. I believe this can be and, in the vision of the book, is an important way in which to change perspectives and worldviews and eventually our culture but not without challenging the relationships between our livelihoods and the powers of domination and hierarchy that outline the ways in which we interact with the world.

Several times in the book, the author states that he does not think that joining a commune or escaping to the wild is the answer. But, I think, neither is restructuring in a limited sense our business and occupational relationships. In the vision presented in Beyond Civilization, we will all still be making money and utilizing capital to guarantee our comfort and way of life. At one point, he says that, yes we will still pay taxes. What he doesn’t mention is that, yes our taxes will still fund imperialist war and occupation, weapons manufacturing, and environmental destruction.

As part of a larger and interconnected revolt against the status quo and what it represents—capitalism, imperialism, consumption, hierarchy, classism, the suffocation of creativity and spontaneity, and the destruction of the non-human world—this approach of new tribalism makes sense. As a way in which to live life, period, and with the idea that this will change the world, it does not quite ring true with me.

So, where does this leave us? Perhaps no closer to an answer than the last time I asked this question. I wish I was in the dark reaches of interplanetary space, traveling with a crew of like-minded companions that I had grown to love and understand, en-route to an answer that I understood.

But I’m not.

Instead, I am sometimes physically with others that share a common desire and goal; sometimes in solidarity, ideologically and in spirit, with others, known and not, as they struggle and take action; and much of the time I am alone, trying to understand myself, the world, and how to take significant action.

Monday, November 26, 2007

a universe unto itself

Sunday, November 25, 2007

Dwell on the past and you'll lose an eye; forget the past and you'll lose both eyes

Yesterday, I read the book A Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovich. It takes place in a forced labor prison camp in Siberia during the early 1950s. The author, Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn, spent several years in the Gulag system himself, and much of the novel comes from his personal experiences.

The way the camp was engineered and designed is frightening. It seems very likely that the prisoners could have revolted and taken over the guards and jailers--some prisoners would be killed in an attempt like this but, because of sheer numbers, it would be possible.

The way the camp is designed, though, successfully creates an atmosphere in which very few of the prisoners even consider something like this. As the book says "it is every man for himself." Through Shukhov's character (and others), it becomes evident that the primary concerns of the prisoners are obtaining just a little extra food, a cigarette, and maybe five minutes with your own thoughts. In other words, simple survival becomes the mantra. The surroundings are accepted and almost all focus is on individual survival. Everything is structured to ensure this mentality. In fact, Shukhov mentions that he is not even sure if he would want to be somewhere else--his mind is so focused on surviving and rejoicing in the occasional extra bowl of gruel or six ounces of bread.

The camp is also designed to make sure that the prisoners work and work hard at the various tasks that are given to the different work gangs (things like building their own prisons and walls and cells, as well as building powerplants and other buildings used by non-prisoners). The inmates are formed into work gangs and all the desirable and necessary components to survival (food rations, less shitty jobs, time in the evening) are predicated by the gang's work output. So, an individual's labor very concretely affects those around the individual--all must work hard in order for the gang to get their rations, etc. If one person starts fucking up the forced labor demands, others suffer. While this does, in a limited way, bring people together socially, it very specifically does not lead to the sort of group togetherness that could lead to uprising and revolt. Instead, it simply guarantees the prisoner's labor, while maintaining the "every man for himself" perspective.

Anyway, I won't say much more about the book--in case anyone reading this hasn't and wants to read the book. It is interesting to think about this book in the context of different analyzes of fascism (which I mentioned in the last post). People argue whether or not the Stalin-era Soviet Union was fascist or not; I guess, from what little I know, the differences seem only to be surface concerns--the Soviet government under Stalin definitely embraced fascist tactics. In fact, if you look at the 10 to 14 different traits or steps of a fascist state, Stalin Russia falls neatly into almost every one.

I think different fascist, totalitarian, and, I'd say, pretty much every state (who was it that said "every state is a tyranny"?) have studied the tactics used by other powers in the past to subjugate people. These powers know what tends to work and what doesn't. They use history as a tool; they learn from what has come before. So should we. "Forget the past and you'll lose both eyes."

And it is frightening to think of how many times historically people have been subjected to this kind of imprisonment and brutality and have not fought back. There is something to be learned here.

Friday, November 23, 2007

if we don't know, we can't think; if we can't think, we can't act



Dr. Laurence Britt studied the fascist governments of Hitler (Germany), Mussolini (Italy), Franco (Spain), Suharto (Indonesia), and Pinochet (Chile) and identified 14 common traits that these various incarnations of fascism shared. Umberto Eco published an earlier and similar analysis of fascism. More recently, Naomi Kline has addressed this same issue (watch a video of her presentation in October 2007 concerning the 10 steps towards fascism -- http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RjALf12PAWc&feature=relate)

The sixth characteristic Britt identified concerns mass media; specifically its level of government control and its degree of censorship (which can take many forms, including misinformation, the way in which discourse is framed, and simply what is not reported).

Germane to a discussion of media ownership and the state's representation (politically, economically, and socially) through media is something that Mussolini said: "fascism should rightly be called corporatism, for it is the merger of state and corporate power." The number of voices heard, and therefore the level of diversity and range of perspectives represented, is continuing to diminish rapidly, as a few media conglomerates buy more and more media sources. Add to this the on-going attempts (and periodic successes) to rewrite the laws that govern media ownership, in an effort to allow a smaller number of corporations to own increasingly larger numbers of media outlets, and we find ourselves in a situation where a very few, with specific economic and political interests, control what people do and do not hear, read, see, and, by extension, think.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RjALf12PAWc&feature=related (Naomi Kline)
http://www.secularhumanism.org/library/fi/britt_23_2.htm (Laurence Britt)
http://www.themodernword.com/eco/eco_blackshirt.html (Umberto Eco--summary of article)
korotonomedya.googlepages.com/umbertoeco-ur-fascism.pdf (Umberto Eco--full article)

Thursday, November 22, 2007

bnd

Tomorrow is Buy Nothing Day! As a reaction to our insane level of consumption, try not buying anything all day. It even feels good.

Wednesday, November 21, 2007

space and four colors

Tuesday, November 20, 2007

sin fronteras

I am back home from the No Borders Camp. And I am frying pancakes.

I love breakfast.

The camp was a pretty incredible experience and I'm very happy that it happened and that I went. The camp officially began on the 5th and lasted until the 11th. It started with a march on both sides of the 15 foot high metal wall that separates Calexico and Mexicali. We walked about three miles to where the wall ends and a canal lined with massive lights begins. The wall reminded me very much of another wall that I have seen--the wall that Israel is building in the West Bank.

A small metal gate, resembling a cattle gate, blocked the area between the wall and the canal. Border Patrol agents lined that area and the road that runs mostly parallel to the wall. We were very uncertain if the Border Patrol was going to attempt to arrest or disperse us or if we would be able to establish the camp. We moved quickly and set up and soon the camp was up and going. The Border Patrol erected large, portable stadium lighting that was used to illuminate the camp through the nights, so that they could monitor us, I guess.

We couldn't see the camp on the other side because of the wall. After awhile, it was overheard that the Border Patrol was considering using chemical weapons to disperse the camp on the Mexican side of the border. For this reason and because there was a request from the Mexican side for more people to help balance out the numbers (there were more campers on the U.S. side of the border), several people crossed the border and joined the Mexicali side of the camp.

I crossed over the cattle gate late in the afternoon. The space was similar to the other side--a big swath of bulldozed land marking the border. The camp had a kitchen and latrines set up and I spent much of the evening around a small campfire.

Once I crossed the border, I stayed on the Mexicali side. The first morning after crossing, we moved up to where the cattle gate and all the Border Patrol was at. We succeeded in having a single breakfast, served from the cattle gate to both sides of the border. This was a big step in uniting the camps into a single camp, which was one of the goals of the week. We moved our tents and equipment up to this space and were able to have eye and voice contact with the Calexico side. When the breakfast had happened that morning, the Border Patrol sent in a squad of riot police complete with pepperspray pellet guns and all their paraphernalia. The riot police came into the camp on the Mexican side and things got pretty tense but they ended up pulling back and we proceeded with the day.

I won't get into a lot of details about the camp--it would just take up so much space. There were lots of meetings (the camp was set up and operated through consensus process), various actions, workshops, and presentations throughout the week. I learned a lot about a variety of things. This definitely includes issues concerning the border, immigration, and global capitalism's exploitation of resources, people, and labor. I also learned more about trying to operate in a setting that is consensus based. I have been in some situations before that were similar to this but, since it is not how we as a larger culture operate, it is always a huge learning experience. While of course not every single aspect of the camp happened perfectly, the food got cooked, the dishes washed, the toilets built and kept up, the compost pit dug and the compost emptied, and so on. And art was made, presentations given, actions taken, and friendships made.

I am on the last pancake so I better wrap this up so I can eat some breakfast.

I learned about maquiladoras--sweatshops. There is a whole district of them in Mexicali. I met people on the other side of this border and learned a bit about what the border means to them. The brutality of the Border Patrol was displayed when, on the last day of the camp, we had a march back to the port of entry. The Border Patrol, la migra, attacked the marchers on the U.S. side. People were shot with pepperspray pellets, clubbed with batons, and beaten by the Border Patrol. One person I know was kicked in the head. While this violence was disgusting it is no where on par with the violence and hardship that Latina/o people trying to cross the border experience all the time.

I was on the Mexican side of the border when this happened. Many of us mistakenly assumed that if there would be violent repression it would come from the Mexican police. I see now that this was based on stereotypical assumptions. We could only shout and yell as we watched the Border Patrol attack the other side of the march. As the Border Patrol were chasing people through the streets of Calexico, we tried to draw them away by going into the road of the port of entry. I'm unsure if this had much effect.

The pancakes are done. And I am hungry. I will try to write a bit more about the sweatshops and maybe some of the other things. For now, though, I wanted to write down just a bit about the camp and what happened. Hopefully the above gives you a bit of an idea.