JAZZMAN CHRONICLES. DISSEMINATE FREELY.
By Jack Random
“House Republicans said we would stand up for American taxpayers at this time of economic hardship for our nation. And last night, standing together, that’s exactly what we did.”
House Minority Leader John Boehner (OH)
At a time of economic meltdown – the word “crisis” is no longer adequate to describe it – posturing Republicans claim victory in toeing the party line, former Senate minority leader Tom Daschle – the man who would lead health care reform – believes his colleagues will overlook his indiscretions, and Blue Dog Democrats read from the same script they held eight years ago as if nothing had changed.
The curse of the ruling class is that the longer they stay in office, the further removed they become from the lives of the citizens they represent.
Let it be clear: We are on the brink of a global depression. We are staring at the prospect of millions out of work, millions more desperately underpaid, millions of retirees without health insurance, millions more without adequate retirement. We are looking at masses of people without homes lining up for daily rations of bread and soup. We are facing the collapse of financial institutions, industries, international corporations and small businesses.
Let it be clear: We know how we got to this point. We followed the lead of trickle down tax cuts, corporate deregulation and global free trade economists. We dismantled government agencies charged with controlling the excesses of profit motivated corporations and allowed them to play out their hand in the free market. We decimated what remains of domestic industry and organized labor. We watched the rich grow richer, the poor grow poorer and the working class transformed into the working poor. We imported goods from nations without labor standards or living wages knowing that our workers, no matter how efficient, could never compete with state sanctioned slavery. We encouraged our citizens to buy homes they could not afford, take out loans on their mortgages, and run up debt on their credit cards.
It is time we put a rest to this idea that no one saw it coming. The ruling class saw it coming well enough to make it harder for ordinary people to declare bankruptcy and still save their homes, cars and essential belongings (The Bankruptcy Act of 2005). They knew where we were headed and they came down on the side of the bankers that would later be rescued with trillions of dollars of taxpayer money.
Tom Daschle should be ashamed. Over and above his tax indiscretions, he was paid millions by the health care giants he would have been charged with regulating and reforming as Secretary of Health and Human Services. President Obama should be ashamed for not recognizing the hypocrisy when he nominated Daschle for the job.
House Republicans should be ashamed for gloating over their unanimous No vote on Obama’s $850 billion dollar stimulus package. Where was their collective courage when it came to the $850 billion dollar bailout plan for bankers and financiers? What was their reasoning? We need tax cuts, not public works! If tax cuts were the answer, we would not be in the mess we are. They got all the tax cuts they ever dreamed of in the Bush administration and it did nothing to stem the tide.
The eleven Blue Dog Democrats who empowered Republicans to call their obstructionism bipartisan should be even more ashamed. There comes a time when the adjective outweighs the noun it describes. If the Blue Dogs cannot support the president at a time of the greatest economic threat since the Great Depression, then they are not entitled to be Democrats. The party should be ashamed for allowing them to continue under the party banner.
It now comes down to the Senate and what a show it promises to be. No one is further removed from the people of this nation than the aristocracy of the United States Senate. All eyes now turn to that endangered species known as the moderate Republican, a dwindling cast that may include Susan Collins, Olympia Snowe and the newly appointed Bonnie Newman of New Hampshire. If those three can be tempted to either side (Snowe has already indicated she favors the package) the game is over.
The game is over but the show goes on. That is what it really is all about. The problem is the show takes time and we don’t have time to give. It provides corporate media coal for the fire. As they obsess with one distraction after another, thousands of citizens lose their jobs every day.
When you don’t have a job you’re not worried about tax cuts. When you don’t know if you can pay the rent or make the next mortgage payment there is a limit to how much you care about Tom Daschle’s tax problems. When you’re one visit to the hospital away from bankruptcy or foreclosure you get a little tired of the same old lines from Republican leaders.
Barack Obama made an effort to bring Republicans on board. He was willing to share the responsibility in attempting to rescue a failing economy. He gave more than he should have, laying the grounds for progressive opposition, and what did he gain?
The stimulus package will pass. It will pass because the people are desperately in need. It will pass because that desperation will turn to rage as the economy continues to worsen. It will pass because when it comes to crunch the Republicans do not have the guts to stand in the way. To them it is all about the show.
It is my hope that among the lessons Obama takes from this experience is that presidential politics is hardball. He extended an open hand and the Republicans spit in his face. Now it is time for the clenched fist.
Let us hope we have seen the end of Obama’s right leaning “clean coal” and nuclear power initiatives. Let us hope he comes out strong for organized labor and fair trade. Let us hope we have seen the end of delaying the repeal of the Bush tax cuts for the privileged. Let us hope we see billions pulled from tax cuts he does not truly believe in and delivered to the green economy – beginning with an interstate mass transit system, a modern power grid and an unprecedented program of renewable energy installation.
We need jobs plain and simple. The most direct and cost effective means to that end is for the government to employ the people. Now is not the time to worry about the ideological taboos of the past. Put the people to work now and worry about transferring those jobs to the private sector later.
The one thing we should have learned from both the financial meltdown and subsequent trillion-dollar bailout is that corporations require strict regulation. We had little choice at the time. A collapse was imminent and immediate action was required. But had we known that the financial elite, those who finance political campaigns, would use our money to consolidate wealth and provide extravagant bonus payments for the chosen few, we would surely have acted differently. Rather than witness our money squandered in a reckless display of greed and self-centered elitism we should have considered nationalization.
We are where we are. We know how to proceed and we know there is no time for delay. Now is the time to act.
Those who fail to stand for action now at this critical juncture, clinging to their old ideologies or standard political lines while the economy continues its steep and tortured decline, deserve to be recorded in history for their blind ineptitude.
They have suffered the curse of the ruling class and deserve nothing more than to be relieved of their infirmity.
Jazz.
JACK RANDOM IS THE AUTHOR OF THE JAZZMAN CHRONICLES (CROW DOG PRESS) AND GHOST DANCE INSURRECTION (DRY BONES PRESS). THE CHRONICLES HAVE BEEN POSTED ON THE ALBION MONITOR, BELLACIAO, BUZZLE, COUNTERPUNCH, DISSIDENT VOICE, THE DAILY SCARE, THE NATIONAL FREE PRESS, PACIFIC FREE PRESS AND CANADA NEWSDAILY.
Thursday, February 05, 2009
Tuesday, February 03, 2009
Beatlick Travel Report #10, #11: Alamo Canyon to Yuma, AZ
We spent five days camped in Alamo Canyon in the Organ Pipe Cactus National Monument near Why and Ayo AZ. The Sonoran Desert is so much different from the Chihuahuan Desert we are so familiar with in Las Cruces and environs.
The Saguaro cacti were so numerous, huge, and endearing. They stand tall as two and three story buildings. Their outstretched arms are so expressive. They plead, beguile, admonish, point, pray all with their expressive arms. I walked ten miles in the desert yesterday, six in the morning sun and four more at night watching the stars emerge.
I couldn't believe the campground would be so full on Superbowl weekend but their must have been at least 20 plus people within the four sites at the campground. Peaceful, beautiful, and we got to get our tent out and attach it to the van.
It works beautifully, held tight through the night time wind storms. And that will go even better when we get some stakes to hold down the tent. We had to line it with rocks.
Caught the Superbowl at Netto's Bar in Giila Bend, AZ. Got an insult on the way out the door when we didn't tip the rude bartender. Guess she was having a bad day.
Happy Trails
Beatlick Pamela
Yuma - 15 minutes to write a report and get it sent out!
We overnighted in Gila Bend at the Love Truck Stop hoping to set out for a campsite on the Gila River, exit 102 off of Interstate 8. We did take in the petroglyphs nearby but camping wasn't really an option and everything has been closed off from the river, I assume by "Homeland Security." I don't know but all this land used to be accessible to people and now it is not. Shut down.
So the road was the road was more inviting and we made it all the way to Yuma on the interstate. Once you get the big incline into the mountains near Dome Valley there is a big descent into the Yuma Territory.
Twenty miles out of town we started passing RV park suburbs. I have never seen anything like it, my and Joe's jaws dropped open. There is a vast population of mobil "Snow Birds" in the enormous RVs EVERYWHERE. I can't imagine what the population would be if all the temporary homes moved out. It would drop by half I'm sure.
Worst of all, traffic, and the Loves Truck Stop was like swirling bacteria in a Petri dish. Three was no place to park, we hardly got back out, at least 200 trucks there. So off we go stuck in the afternoon traffic. Finally Wal-Mart. And it's the worst of situations - no overnight camping - city ordinance.
But we managed to find a spot and no one hassled us last night. We spent the whole day on the bus trying to find a good post office to forward our mail. Another failure. This town is so spread out, so full of traffic, so different from our gentle experience in Tucson, we are just throwing in the towel and leaving. The Beatlicks can't operate in Yuma.
So we are close to Slab City and we're just going to head on out to the big adventure: Into the Wild of Slab City, California here we come.
Happy Trails
Beatlick Pamela
The Saguaro cacti were so numerous, huge, and endearing. They stand tall as two and three story buildings. Their outstretched arms are so expressive. They plead, beguile, admonish, point, pray all with their expressive arms. I walked ten miles in the desert yesterday, six in the morning sun and four more at night watching the stars emerge.
I couldn't believe the campground would be so full on Superbowl weekend but their must have been at least 20 plus people within the four sites at the campground. Peaceful, beautiful, and we got to get our tent out and attach it to the van.
It works beautifully, held tight through the night time wind storms. And that will go even better when we get some stakes to hold down the tent. We had to line it with rocks.
Caught the Superbowl at Netto's Bar in Giila Bend, AZ. Got an insult on the way out the door when we didn't tip the rude bartender. Guess she was having a bad day.
Happy Trails
Beatlick Pamela
Yuma - 15 minutes to write a report and get it sent out!
We overnighted in Gila Bend at the Love Truck Stop hoping to set out for a campsite on the Gila River, exit 102 off of Interstate 8. We did take in the petroglyphs nearby but camping wasn't really an option and everything has been closed off from the river, I assume by "Homeland Security." I don't know but all this land used to be accessible to people and now it is not. Shut down.
So the road was the road was more inviting and we made it all the way to Yuma on the interstate. Once you get the big incline into the mountains near Dome Valley there is a big descent into the Yuma Territory.
Twenty miles out of town we started passing RV park suburbs. I have never seen anything like it, my and Joe's jaws dropped open. There is a vast population of mobil "Snow Birds" in the enormous RVs EVERYWHERE. I can't imagine what the population would be if all the temporary homes moved out. It would drop by half I'm sure.
Worst of all, traffic, and the Loves Truck Stop was like swirling bacteria in a Petri dish. Three was no place to park, we hardly got back out, at least 200 trucks there. So off we go stuck in the afternoon traffic. Finally Wal-Mart. And it's the worst of situations - no overnight camping - city ordinance.
But we managed to find a spot and no one hassled us last night. We spent the whole day on the bus trying to find a good post office to forward our mail. Another failure. This town is so spread out, so full of traffic, so different from our gentle experience in Tucson, we are just throwing in the towel and leaving. The Beatlicks can't operate in Yuma.
So we are close to Slab City and we're just going to head on out to the big adventure: Into the Wild of Slab City, California here we come.
Happy Trails
Beatlick Pamela
Saturday, January 24, 2009
MORAL BANKRUPTCY IN THE NAME OF COMPASSION
RANDOM JACK. DISSEMINATE FREELY.
A RESPONSE TO NICOLAS KRISTOF’S DEFENSE OF SWEATSHOP LABOR
By Jack Random
“Mr. Obama and the Democrats who favor labor standards in trade agreements mean well, for they intend to fight back at oppressive sweatshops abroad. But while it shocks Americans to hear it, the central challenge in the poorest countries is not that sweatshops exploit too many people, but that they don’t exploit enough.”
Nicolas Kristof, NY Times, “Where Sweatshops are a Dream,” January 14, 2009.
Nicolas Kristof’s support of sweatshops in a recent Times commentary smacks of the same moral compromise that has historically been employed to justify a vast array of exploitations, indignities and inhuman treatment of the common laborer by the ruling elite.
Beneath the reputation of the Times and the writer, himself, echoes of past rationalizations of apartheid, slavery and even genocide are masked but distinct.
It was once accepted in polite company for a gentleperson to suggest that tribal Africans abducted from their homes and villages were better off as slaves in America than they would have been as free men and women in Africa.
It was once common for the defenders of South African apartheid to argue with shocking conviction that native blacks owed a debt of eternal gratitude to the white ruling elite for lifting that nation out of dire poverty.
It was white liberal legislators who perpetrated the greatest act of cultural genocide in American history with the Dawes General Allotment Act resulting in the Oklahoma Land Rush and the decimation of tribal communities. Further, I have heard liberal minded and otherwise thoughtful beings suggest that the slaughter of the buffalo and the policies of extermination were essentially inconsequential because the indigenous peoples would have died in any case owing to the white man’s disease.
They were wrong then and Nicolas Kristof is wrong now.
In Kristof’s world, “sweatshop” becomes a euphemism for slave labor and yes the slave would tell the master he or she preferred slavery to starvation but the greater truth is there is always a better way.
Developing micro-economies has shown great promise and success in third world nations without the indignity of slave labor. A garden based subsistence with a bartering economy is infinitely preferable to slave labor. Direct aid for government subsidies to create art and crafts colonies, green communities and other experiments in sustainable living is preferable and ultimately less costly than corporate exploitation.
Never mind the rape of the land, the loss of natural resources, the environmental degradation and toxic pools of waste left behind, anyone who cannot think beyond a rationalization of labor exploitation as a model for developing economies is both morally and intellectually challenged. It is the kind of foggy thinking we grew accustomed to in the days of Clinton (all those deliberations over the term “genocide” to justify action in Kosovo and inaction in Rwanda).
A nation welcomes a labor exploitation model only because its leaders are corrupt and seek personal gain. Take away corruption and no nation on earth would accede to such an indignity imposed on its people in the name of hope. Better to be isolated from the world than to volunteer as its perpetual victim.
Nations throughout Latin America have already rejected the exploitation model served up by the Neocon brain trusts of the Bush administration (the International Monetary Fund, the World Bank, etc.). They learned that it is a deception and a trap. Far from rescuing the people from poverty, it is a self-perpetuating form of permanent poverty. It is a road to debt and a scheme of the master nations to enslave the underdeveloped world.
It is frankly shocking that a voice known for its compassion and worldview should stoop so low as to justify global exploitation at its most basic level.
Come out with it then. Say it clearly and without compromise: There is no principle or moral ground that cannot be sacrificed to expediency.
Jazz.
A RESPONSE TO NICOLAS KRISTOF’S DEFENSE OF SWEATSHOP LABOR
By Jack Random
“Mr. Obama and the Democrats who favor labor standards in trade agreements mean well, for they intend to fight back at oppressive sweatshops abroad. But while it shocks Americans to hear it, the central challenge in the poorest countries is not that sweatshops exploit too many people, but that they don’t exploit enough.”
Nicolas Kristof, NY Times, “Where Sweatshops are a Dream,” January 14, 2009.
Nicolas Kristof’s support of sweatshops in a recent Times commentary smacks of the same moral compromise that has historically been employed to justify a vast array of exploitations, indignities and inhuman treatment of the common laborer by the ruling elite.
Beneath the reputation of the Times and the writer, himself, echoes of past rationalizations of apartheid, slavery and even genocide are masked but distinct.
It was once accepted in polite company for a gentleperson to suggest that tribal Africans abducted from their homes and villages were better off as slaves in America than they would have been as free men and women in Africa.
It was once common for the defenders of South African apartheid to argue with shocking conviction that native blacks owed a debt of eternal gratitude to the white ruling elite for lifting that nation out of dire poverty.
It was white liberal legislators who perpetrated the greatest act of cultural genocide in American history with the Dawes General Allotment Act resulting in the Oklahoma Land Rush and the decimation of tribal communities. Further, I have heard liberal minded and otherwise thoughtful beings suggest that the slaughter of the buffalo and the policies of extermination were essentially inconsequential because the indigenous peoples would have died in any case owing to the white man’s disease.
They were wrong then and Nicolas Kristof is wrong now.
In Kristof’s world, “sweatshop” becomes a euphemism for slave labor and yes the slave would tell the master he or she preferred slavery to starvation but the greater truth is there is always a better way.
Developing micro-economies has shown great promise and success in third world nations without the indignity of slave labor. A garden based subsistence with a bartering economy is infinitely preferable to slave labor. Direct aid for government subsidies to create art and crafts colonies, green communities and other experiments in sustainable living is preferable and ultimately less costly than corporate exploitation.
Never mind the rape of the land, the loss of natural resources, the environmental degradation and toxic pools of waste left behind, anyone who cannot think beyond a rationalization of labor exploitation as a model for developing economies is both morally and intellectually challenged. It is the kind of foggy thinking we grew accustomed to in the days of Clinton (all those deliberations over the term “genocide” to justify action in Kosovo and inaction in Rwanda).
A nation welcomes a labor exploitation model only because its leaders are corrupt and seek personal gain. Take away corruption and no nation on earth would accede to such an indignity imposed on its people in the name of hope. Better to be isolated from the world than to volunteer as its perpetual victim.
Nations throughout Latin America have already rejected the exploitation model served up by the Neocon brain trusts of the Bush administration (the International Monetary Fund, the World Bank, etc.). They learned that it is a deception and a trap. Far from rescuing the people from poverty, it is a self-perpetuating form of permanent poverty. It is a road to debt and a scheme of the master nations to enslave the underdeveloped world.
It is frankly shocking that a voice known for its compassion and worldview should stoop so low as to justify global exploitation at its most basic level.
Come out with it then. Say it clearly and without compromise: There is no principle or moral ground that cannot be sacrificed to expediency.
Jazz.
Friday, January 23, 2009
Beatlick Travel #9: Revolutionary Grounds
Inaugural Day, Tucson AZ
The transition to warm Tucson has been great, the cold nights gone for the season hopefully, although it has rained here for the last two days and there’s a quiver of a wet chill in the air. I sit and write here now at the Revolutionary Grounds Coffeehouse and Bookstore on 4th Ave. The shelves hold titles like “The Marxism of Guevara,” “Emiliano Zapata,” “The Urban Homestead,” “ The Anarchist Cookbook,” and “dominKNITrix.” The store hosts groups from poets to knitters to moveon.org. There are brochures for Independent Booksellers: Doing Our Part to Keep America Interesting (www.indiebound.org).
It was here Beatlick Joe and I came on inaugural day to watch an especially installed television for the proceedings. “Anna” a social services student was first one in with a bottle of champagne chilling in her cooler. We got there about 9 a.m. The coffeehouse owner joined us with sparkling cider soon and a roving reporter from the Arizona Daily Star came in and interviewed our growing ranks.
I feel like the earth has shifted under my feet – we were not kind to Bush there in the coffeehouse as we enthusiastically hooted him out of office. One young man at Anna’s table wore a black t-shirt with white lettering: 1/20/09 …end of an error…
It was a really memorable social scene and we all enjoyed the camaraderie as we collectively stood up as President Obama was sworn in. We bonded there in a fun and unique fashion over the high hopes and champagne. I had three glasses. I haven’t been so gleeful that early in the morning since I took the 9 a.m. tour of the Heineken Brewery in Amsterdam.
Tucson has provided a great urban campsite. We are parked in a well-established neighborhood amidst the 4th Ave. Historical Business District. We buy groceries and fresh water at the co-op. In the mornings we get coffee at one of the cafes in exchange for bathroom privileges. There’s the Epic Coffeehouse, the Chocolate Iguana, Revolutionary Grounds, of course, and the Metro Market. They have the best bathroom, plus lots of fresh fruits and vegetables, the cheapest bagels, and the only café I have found with the New York Times and the Wall Street Journal. Love it!
We also collect what we call our gray water, not drinking water but washing water, from the local bathrooms. We discreetly enter with our jugs in our designer recycling tote bags. Slowly our little ban reveals itself – where’s the best place to keep the candle altar, the cookstove, the water bucket.
Moving around in the bus is like a dance. You have to move five things to get to one thing – every time! We are quite content in the van on a rainy day. We have a crank radio, DVDs that we can play with portable deep-cell batteries that are rechargeable.
Ever so often we pop for a hotel room or campground so we can wash up and recharge the batteries, they take over 12 hours to recharge. I even recharged my phone on one yesterday, plus watched a movie, and still have juice. We have one box dedicated to CDs, DVDs and one box for dictionaries and books. So we’re getting there.
The worst thing that has happened: One night as Joe was crawling into the bed, in the dark, I reached out for something and the smallest, tiniest little corner of my not even long fingernail caught his eyeball. It was a nauseating experience, I missed the cornea by about one-fourth of an inch. It was bloody for five days. Horrible experience.
So that was the initiation. Movements have to be slow and measured – the way my mother used to operate.
Happy Trails
Indian Country next, into the wild!
The transition to warm Tucson has been great, the cold nights gone for the season hopefully, although it has rained here for the last two days and there’s a quiver of a wet chill in the air. I sit and write here now at the Revolutionary Grounds Coffeehouse and Bookstore on 4th Ave. The shelves hold titles like “The Marxism of Guevara,” “Emiliano Zapata,” “The Urban Homestead,” “ The Anarchist Cookbook,” and “dominKNITrix.” The store hosts groups from poets to knitters to moveon.org. There are brochures for Independent Booksellers: Doing Our Part to Keep America Interesting (www.indiebound.org).
It was here Beatlick Joe and I came on inaugural day to watch an especially installed television for the proceedings. “Anna” a social services student was first one in with a bottle of champagne chilling in her cooler. We got there about 9 a.m. The coffeehouse owner joined us with sparkling cider soon and a roving reporter from the Arizona Daily Star came in and interviewed our growing ranks.
I feel like the earth has shifted under my feet – we were not kind to Bush there in the coffeehouse as we enthusiastically hooted him out of office. One young man at Anna’s table wore a black t-shirt with white lettering: 1/20/09 …end of an error…
It was a really memorable social scene and we all enjoyed the camaraderie as we collectively stood up as President Obama was sworn in. We bonded there in a fun and unique fashion over the high hopes and champagne. I had three glasses. I haven’t been so gleeful that early in the morning since I took the 9 a.m. tour of the Heineken Brewery in Amsterdam.
Tucson has provided a great urban campsite. We are parked in a well-established neighborhood amidst the 4th Ave. Historical Business District. We buy groceries and fresh water at the co-op. In the mornings we get coffee at one of the cafes in exchange for bathroom privileges. There’s the Epic Coffeehouse, the Chocolate Iguana, Revolutionary Grounds, of course, and the Metro Market. They have the best bathroom, plus lots of fresh fruits and vegetables, the cheapest bagels, and the only café I have found with the New York Times and the Wall Street Journal. Love it!
We also collect what we call our gray water, not drinking water but washing water, from the local bathrooms. We discreetly enter with our jugs in our designer recycling tote bags. Slowly our little ban reveals itself – where’s the best place to keep the candle altar, the cookstove, the water bucket.
Moving around in the bus is like a dance. You have to move five things to get to one thing – every time! We are quite content in the van on a rainy day. We have a crank radio, DVDs that we can play with portable deep-cell batteries that are rechargeable.
Ever so often we pop for a hotel room or campground so we can wash up and recharge the batteries, they take over 12 hours to recharge. I even recharged my phone on one yesterday, plus watched a movie, and still have juice. We have one box dedicated to CDs, DVDs and one box for dictionaries and books. So we’re getting there.
The worst thing that has happened: One night as Joe was crawling into the bed, in the dark, I reached out for something and the smallest, tiniest little corner of my not even long fingernail caught his eyeball. It was a nauseating experience, I missed the cornea by about one-fourth of an inch. It was bloody for five days. Horrible experience.
So that was the initiation. Movements have to be slow and measured – the way my mother used to operate.
Happy Trails
Indian Country next, into the wild!
Thursday, January 22, 2009
Beatlick Travel #7-8: Along the San Pedro
Beatlick Travel Report #7
A Slash in Mother Earth
I want to say something about the Lavender Pit in Bisbee to balance some of my glowing remarks about the town. It was great, but the reason for the town isn’t, or wasn’t. Mining operations are shut down now but Phelps-Dodge can start the copper mine up again at any minute if the price is right.
As one enters Bisbee east you can’t miss the awful yawl of the enormous pit, now fenced off and offered up as a “Scenic Overlook.” Deep, deep down at the bottom of this pit lies a liquid a color I find hard to describe beyond the word “bloody.” It is a slash so deep into Mother Earth, a color of blood so emphatic, that marks the last scrape of the blade in that mine. And if you ever had any doubts about what we do to the earth and how we rob it of its bounties with no regard to renewal, just look at the fresh leeching wound called Lavender Pit in Bisbee.
We pulled out of that town and headed for a string of ghost towns Beatlick Joe has been researching for years. We drove about forty miles over to Sierra Vista to stock up at Wal-Mart and then headed to the old Charleston Highway. There we set up for a few days of rustic camping along the San Pedro River.
Most locals told us “there’s nothing left there now” when we inquired about Charleston, the old ghost town. We headed north on foot up the San Pedro River about a mile past the bridge looking for the site. A fellow hiker had suggested we look for trees downed by beavers and a huge cottonwood tree in the middle of a big dry wash and climb to a ridge above the river.
We followed as he mentioned but found an even more spectacular entrance to the old town. After we passed evidence of chucked backpacks by Mexicans crossing the border illegally we walked just a bit farther and both Joe and I spied some stairs along the riverbank. They were so old and indistinguishable at first but those straight lines suggested something man made. So it was there we found the true entrance to old Charleston.
Next day we walked to the south of the river. It’s a beautiful walk here but it was so cold at night. I can only imagine the poor souls who are trekking through this river and up these trails trying to get to America. Mexico is approximately twenty miles downriver from where we camped. The backpack we saw had a toothbrush, toothpaste, and Ace bandages in it.
And we are encountering plenty of Border Patrol. I had wondered about this aspect of our journey, would we be encountering surly agents of Homeland Security all along our path as we head to San Diego?
But all the guards we have met were fresh faced young men, kind, friendly, and to tell the truth I guess a little bit bored as the make their patrol. The young man we encountered in Old Hachita, that vast windy emptiness, drives around 12 hours a day in his truck. I told him it looked like a lonely job. He shrugged good naturedly and said he listened to football games on the radio.
Later in the month when we asked the border patrol if we were nearing Keller Road and the Presidio Terrenate by the San Pedro River, an old fort from the 1770s, he didn’t know a thing about it. As it turned out we were within a quarter of a mile of the place and this young guard didn’t even have a clue it was out there.
So they all seem fresh-faced, earnest, and to tell the truth a little fresh on the job. It’s obvious plenty of money has been thrown at these guys as evidenced by their pristinely new and expensive equipment by way of trucks and all terrain vehicles.
Beatlick Travel Report #8
So we followed the San Pedro River exploring one old mining town after another. The days have been beautiful but the nights were cold. You don’t feel much like you’re living a dream when you are cold at night. We are sleeping under two down comforters and have a battery of appliances for heat. Sometimes I just make a little fireplace with a bunch of fat candles at night, then I have a Coleman stadium heater, a little heater that runs off of a canister. We aren’t sleeping uptop yet, there’s another bed up there, we use the fold out bed below. Then I take a blanket and tuck it in along the ceiling and our bed is like a little couchette on a European train. I get all that heated up and we go to bed really warm and cozy. It’s when we have to get up to pee about four or five in the morning that it gets tough.
After that I usually can’t go back to sleep so I just wait. I keep the stove by the bed so I can just turn it on to start the coffee and not get out of the warm covers. We drink the coffee and watch our breath freeze in the morning air as we wait for the hot Arizona sun. Once it does come over the mountain tops it will warm the van within thirty minutes.
We keep our crank radio in the bed and really enjoy listening to it at night. I heard so many weather reports about Tucson being in the forties at night that I finally insisted we go there. Joe didn’t really want to hit any big cities but now that we are here we love it. And we are warm all night!
Happy Trails
Beatlick Pamela
A Slash in Mother Earth
I want to say something about the Lavender Pit in Bisbee to balance some of my glowing remarks about the town. It was great, but the reason for the town isn’t, or wasn’t. Mining operations are shut down now but Phelps-Dodge can start the copper mine up again at any minute if the price is right.
As one enters Bisbee east you can’t miss the awful yawl of the enormous pit, now fenced off and offered up as a “Scenic Overlook.” Deep, deep down at the bottom of this pit lies a liquid a color I find hard to describe beyond the word “bloody.” It is a slash so deep into Mother Earth, a color of blood so emphatic, that marks the last scrape of the blade in that mine. And if you ever had any doubts about what we do to the earth and how we rob it of its bounties with no regard to renewal, just look at the fresh leeching wound called Lavender Pit in Bisbee.
We pulled out of that town and headed for a string of ghost towns Beatlick Joe has been researching for years. We drove about forty miles over to Sierra Vista to stock up at Wal-Mart and then headed to the old Charleston Highway. There we set up for a few days of rustic camping along the San Pedro River.
Most locals told us “there’s nothing left there now” when we inquired about Charleston, the old ghost town. We headed north on foot up the San Pedro River about a mile past the bridge looking for the site. A fellow hiker had suggested we look for trees downed by beavers and a huge cottonwood tree in the middle of a big dry wash and climb to a ridge above the river.
We followed as he mentioned but found an even more spectacular entrance to the old town. After we passed evidence of chucked backpacks by Mexicans crossing the border illegally we walked just a bit farther and both Joe and I spied some stairs along the riverbank. They were so old and indistinguishable at first but those straight lines suggested something man made. So it was there we found the true entrance to old Charleston.
Next day we walked to the south of the river. It’s a beautiful walk here but it was so cold at night. I can only imagine the poor souls who are trekking through this river and up these trails trying to get to America. Mexico is approximately twenty miles downriver from where we camped. The backpack we saw had a toothbrush, toothpaste, and Ace bandages in it.
And we are encountering plenty of Border Patrol. I had wondered about this aspect of our journey, would we be encountering surly agents of Homeland Security all along our path as we head to San Diego?
But all the guards we have met were fresh faced young men, kind, friendly, and to tell the truth I guess a little bit bored as the make their patrol. The young man we encountered in Old Hachita, that vast windy emptiness, drives around 12 hours a day in his truck. I told him it looked like a lonely job. He shrugged good naturedly and said he listened to football games on the radio.
Later in the month when we asked the border patrol if we were nearing Keller Road and the Presidio Terrenate by the San Pedro River, an old fort from the 1770s, he didn’t know a thing about it. As it turned out we were within a quarter of a mile of the place and this young guard didn’t even have a clue it was out there.
So they all seem fresh-faced, earnest, and to tell the truth a little fresh on the job. It’s obvious plenty of money has been thrown at these guys as evidenced by their pristinely new and expensive equipment by way of trucks and all terrain vehicles.
Beatlick Travel Report #8
So we followed the San Pedro River exploring one old mining town after another. The days have been beautiful but the nights were cold. You don’t feel much like you’re living a dream when you are cold at night. We are sleeping under two down comforters and have a battery of appliances for heat. Sometimes I just make a little fireplace with a bunch of fat candles at night, then I have a Coleman stadium heater, a little heater that runs off of a canister. We aren’t sleeping uptop yet, there’s another bed up there, we use the fold out bed below. Then I take a blanket and tuck it in along the ceiling and our bed is like a little couchette on a European train. I get all that heated up and we go to bed really warm and cozy. It’s when we have to get up to pee about four or five in the morning that it gets tough.
After that I usually can’t go back to sleep so I just wait. I keep the stove by the bed so I can just turn it on to start the coffee and not get out of the warm covers. We drink the coffee and watch our breath freeze in the morning air as we wait for the hot Arizona sun. Once it does come over the mountain tops it will warm the van within thirty minutes.
We keep our crank radio in the bed and really enjoy listening to it at night. I heard so many weather reports about Tucson being in the forties at night that I finally insisted we go there. Joe didn’t really want to hit any big cities but now that we are here we love it. And we are warm all night!
Happy Trails
Beatlick Pamela
Beatlick Travel #6: Open Mic in Bisbee
Beatlick Travel Report #6
It takes a lot of adjectives to describe the Old Historic Bisbee mining town in Southeastern Arizona. The labyrinth of roads, sidewalks and roundabout that create Bisbee were a total turnoff when we first tried to drive into town. But once we found our urban campsite in a parking lot in front of Saint John’s Episcopalian Church, we hit the streets and the charm of the district unfolded.
Bisbee cleaves to the Mule Mountains with terraced landscaping and stairways bustling up the sides of the hills like so many stays in a dance hall girl’s corset. The Copper Queen Lode put the town on the international financial map in the 1880s. The Stock Exchange Bar and Brewery still holds the only stock exchange board existing at the time between Chicago and San Francisco.
The old miner shacks troop down the mountain sides in a Byzantine hodgepodge. Each street follows the lay of the mountain edges as best it can. The slopes are steep, the churches are plentiful, so are the bars, with a great public library. Arresting vintage clothing, an unbelievable milliner’s shop, artists galore up and down every little byway and alley in every charmingly scruffy old building, are augmented with some genuine characters sitting on the benches and in the coffeehouses.
Open mic every Thursday was at the Stock Exchange Bar. I only got first names, but the event was hosted by drummer David. One guitarist was named Mike, from north of the Bay Area originally. We got there early and waited as folks came in carrying equipment and instruments. The sign up sheet was passed around.
The concept was the loosely formed band played a few songs then offered to back up anyone who wanted to come up, either another musician or spoken word folks such as ourselves. Well what grew to be about a six piece ensemble turned out to be a kick ass band. I just can’t find a better word for this group of guys who were so generous with their time and talent.
“Catdaddy” was on the sign up sheet, a most innocuous looking kind of guy, we had watched him earlier as he unceremoniously helped lug in the sound equipment. But when he got up to play he smoked the crowd with his “Mojo Working” and “Standing on Shaky Ground” I started to believe I was standing on shaky ground too. The Beatlicks had to follow “Catdaddy!”
But it was as I say a generous group of people. At the bar was a splash of what appeared to be second tier hairdressers and wardrobe staff clad “a la Euro trash” and sipping on beers and Cosmopolitans. Along the shuffle board table was the Paris Hilton lookalike (western-style) and her smaller entourage. At the table closest to the stage was our group, the folks who grew up with Bill Haley and the Comets.
The bartender was a phenomenal one. Dressed in vintage clothing with long hair she would flip around, our put up, or put in a hat, she danced on the dance floor, made small talk as she poured out the suds, and was absolutely charming even when the crowd swelled. Great lady with a lot of personality, I didn’t catch her name.
The old town is full of characters like the Buffalo Bill Cody clone, reeking of Pachouli and offering walking tours, and “Food Not Bombs” Bob who feeds the hungry at 4 p.m. every Sunday afternoon in Goar Park. He says the organization feeds people in over 200 cities around the world. We enjoyed his beans and rice, salad, and loaves of bread.
They were all great folks and when you see all the locals greet each other it’s with genuine affection, their eyes light up when they great each other. Their camaraderie gives the onlooker a sense of the bond that must have existed between townfolks back in the old hardscrabble days when the mine was first founded. We stayed a week.
Happy Trails!
Beatlick Pamela
It takes a lot of adjectives to describe the Old Historic Bisbee mining town in Southeastern Arizona. The labyrinth of roads, sidewalks and roundabout that create Bisbee were a total turnoff when we first tried to drive into town. But once we found our urban campsite in a parking lot in front of Saint John’s Episcopalian Church, we hit the streets and the charm of the district unfolded.
Bisbee cleaves to the Mule Mountains with terraced landscaping and stairways bustling up the sides of the hills like so many stays in a dance hall girl’s corset. The Copper Queen Lode put the town on the international financial map in the 1880s. The Stock Exchange Bar and Brewery still holds the only stock exchange board existing at the time between Chicago and San Francisco.
The old miner shacks troop down the mountain sides in a Byzantine hodgepodge. Each street follows the lay of the mountain edges as best it can. The slopes are steep, the churches are plentiful, so are the bars, with a great public library. Arresting vintage clothing, an unbelievable milliner’s shop, artists galore up and down every little byway and alley in every charmingly scruffy old building, are augmented with some genuine characters sitting on the benches and in the coffeehouses.
Open mic every Thursday was at the Stock Exchange Bar. I only got first names, but the event was hosted by drummer David. One guitarist was named Mike, from north of the Bay Area originally. We got there early and waited as folks came in carrying equipment and instruments. The sign up sheet was passed around.
The concept was the loosely formed band played a few songs then offered to back up anyone who wanted to come up, either another musician or spoken word folks such as ourselves. Well what grew to be about a six piece ensemble turned out to be a kick ass band. I just can’t find a better word for this group of guys who were so generous with their time and talent.
“Catdaddy” was on the sign up sheet, a most innocuous looking kind of guy, we had watched him earlier as he unceremoniously helped lug in the sound equipment. But when he got up to play he smoked the crowd with his “Mojo Working” and “Standing on Shaky Ground” I started to believe I was standing on shaky ground too. The Beatlicks had to follow “Catdaddy!”
But it was as I say a generous group of people. At the bar was a splash of what appeared to be second tier hairdressers and wardrobe staff clad “a la Euro trash” and sipping on beers and Cosmopolitans. Along the shuffle board table was the Paris Hilton lookalike (western-style) and her smaller entourage. At the table closest to the stage was our group, the folks who grew up with Bill Haley and the Comets.
The bartender was a phenomenal one. Dressed in vintage clothing with long hair she would flip around, our put up, or put in a hat, she danced on the dance floor, made small talk as she poured out the suds, and was absolutely charming even when the crowd swelled. Great lady with a lot of personality, I didn’t catch her name.
The old town is full of characters like the Buffalo Bill Cody clone, reeking of Pachouli and offering walking tours, and “Food Not Bombs” Bob who feeds the hungry at 4 p.m. every Sunday afternoon in Goar Park. He says the organization feeds people in over 200 cities around the world. We enjoyed his beans and rice, salad, and loaves of bread.
They were all great folks and when you see all the locals greet each other it’s with genuine affection, their eyes light up when they great each other. Their camaraderie gives the onlooker a sense of the bond that must have existed between townfolks back in the old hardscrabble days when the mine was first founded. We stayed a week.
Happy Trails!
Beatlick Pamela
Beatlick Travel #5: Urban Camping in AZ
Beatlick Travel Report #5 2009 Series
Third day out of Las Cruces, on a Monday, we woke up to snow so we curtailed our plans to linger any longer at the Old Hachita ghost town. We headed for Douglas, AZ , less than 30 miles away, and hit the Visitors Center before noon. I was surprised to find out we were only 15 blocks from the border of Mexico. Across the border lies Aqua Prieta, Sonoma.
The ladies at the Visitors Center claimed this border town has not been subjected to violence. I’m too intimidated to go to Juarez now for dental work because of the violence there. But “PR” says all is peaceful and calm over there and shopping opportunities abound. We declined shopping in order to explore our opportunities for “urban camping.”
We found our urban campsite in the city’s downtown parking lot behind the grand old Gadsden Hotel. From there I took a two-mile stroll east of the Pan American Highway encountering modest homes with charming yard art and quite a few elegant old homes closed and falling into decay. There was an enormous fountain, just beautiful, that reminded me of the grand fountain of Catalan Plaza in Barcelona.
I liked it there, looked a little like the Ninth Ward in New Orleans BK (before Katrina). The town was small and unintimidating, slow traffic, my kind of place. We passed the night in the parking lot outside the hotel and went in for breakfast the next morning. It’s an historical building with original Tiffany windows and is quite enjoyable to just look at. Lots of old furnishings give a visitor the genuine effect of the era. That made a good segue for us as we paid for breakfast, left a generous tip for some generous supplies of coffee, and headed to the old mining town of Bisbee, once the financial hub between Chicago and San Francisco.
Happy Trails!
Beatlick Pamela
Third day out of Las Cruces, on a Monday, we woke up to snow so we curtailed our plans to linger any longer at the Old Hachita ghost town. We headed for Douglas, AZ , less than 30 miles away, and hit the Visitors Center before noon. I was surprised to find out we were only 15 blocks from the border of Mexico. Across the border lies Aqua Prieta, Sonoma.
The ladies at the Visitors Center claimed this border town has not been subjected to violence. I’m too intimidated to go to Juarez now for dental work because of the violence there. But “PR” says all is peaceful and calm over there and shopping opportunities abound. We declined shopping in order to explore our opportunities for “urban camping.”
We found our urban campsite in the city’s downtown parking lot behind the grand old Gadsden Hotel. From there I took a two-mile stroll east of the Pan American Highway encountering modest homes with charming yard art and quite a few elegant old homes closed and falling into decay. There was an enormous fountain, just beautiful, that reminded me of the grand fountain of Catalan Plaza in Barcelona.
I liked it there, looked a little like the Ninth Ward in New Orleans BK (before Katrina). The town was small and unintimidating, slow traffic, my kind of place. We passed the night in the parking lot outside the hotel and went in for breakfast the next morning. It’s an historical building with original Tiffany windows and is quite enjoyable to just look at. Lots of old furnishings give a visitor the genuine effect of the era. That made a good segue for us as we paid for breakfast, left a generous tip for some generous supplies of coffee, and headed to the old mining town of Bisbee, once the financial hub between Chicago and San Francisco.
Happy Trails!
Beatlick Pamela
Sunday, January 11, 2009
DEEPAK CHOPRA’S NINE STEPS TO PEACE
Spiritual adviser and healer turned celebrity spiritualist by his appearances on Oprah Winfrey has offered nine measures to convert the American economy from war to peace. Pointing out that we are the world’s leading supplier of deadly weapons, spending more on military expenditures than the next sixteen nations combined, he offers nine steps of transformation. While they may fall under the category of fanciful (along with John Lennon’s “Imagine”) under the prevailing militaristic mindset, I find them both appealing and ultimately inevitable. Here they are as they appear in the January 11, 2009 issue of Tikkun Magazine (“Memo to Obama: How to Convert to a Peace Economy”):
1. Scale out arms dealing and make it illegal by the year 2020.
2. Write into every defense contract a requirement for a peacetime project.
3. Subsidize conversion of military companies to peaceful uses with tax incentives and direct funding.
4. Convert military bases to housing for the poor.
5. Phase out all foreign military bases.
6. Require military personnel to devote part of their time to rebuilding infrastructure.
7. Call a moratorium on future weapons technologies.
8. Reduce armaments like destroyers and submarines that have no use against terrorism and were intended to defend against a superpower enemy that no longer exists.
9. Fully fund social services and take the balance out of the defense and homeland security budgets.
Jazz.
1. Scale out arms dealing and make it illegal by the year 2020.
2. Write into every defense contract a requirement for a peacetime project.
3. Subsidize conversion of military companies to peaceful uses with tax incentives and direct funding.
4. Convert military bases to housing for the poor.
5. Phase out all foreign military bases.
6. Require military personnel to devote part of their time to rebuilding infrastructure.
7. Call a moratorium on future weapons technologies.
8. Reduce armaments like destroyers and submarines that have no use against terrorism and were intended to defend against a superpower enemy that no longer exists.
9. Fully fund social services and take the balance out of the defense and homeland security budgets.
Jazz.
Thursday, January 08, 2009
Re: Gaza & the Silence of Obama
[Note: "The Gaza Assault: Last Ploy of the Neocons" by Jack Random was posted 1/8/09 on Peace-Earth-Justice (www.pej.org) and the National Free Press - World Edition.]
Thanks for all the recent articles. Sorry I have been unable to respond or even say thanks for the time and effort you put into each one, not to mention the wide array of insights and provocations that we behave as rational,compassionate creatures.
Now that we have finished the election (well, almost) and the settling of debris that follows each one, we can begin to see through the haze. The neocons obviously fear that an Obama administration will be fundamentally different in both foreign and domestic policy. The bailout was/is nothing more than paying the bills to the real masters of the game. Israel's sudden turn to all out war is an attempt to settle the score in Gaza just in case they lose U.S. support once the neocons leave office.
You are right. This is bait. Will Obama toe the line and support Israel unconditionally? Nothing he says right now can change Israel's assault so he is saying nothing. If he is nothing else Obama is careful when speaking officially about policy of any kind. He will be difficult to pin down.
I also remember the the last time this same group of thugs were departing the White House and a hopeful young man was moving in. They left impending disasters in Somalia and Waco. Even then one could not help but wonder if it was a set up. If it was Clinton fell for it and botched both situations. We are still suffering the consequences.
Neoconservatism is not a nationalism, even though that is precisely what it pretends to be under the name of patriotism. The neocons are capitalists first. They are a perfect fit for a Republican party that has been the party of big capital virtually from the start. After Jackson the country had swung hard in the direction of democracy (at least for qualified citizens - white men). Republicanism was in part an attempt to correct that shift and place power securely in the hands of the wealthy. That is what it is today and it is what neoconservatism attempts to enforce globally.
Will Obama make some adjustment in the other direction? He has the opportunity since at the moment capitalism is choking on its own excess. There's nothing but hard road ahead of him. We must wait and see.
Twelve days. How much more damage can be done. I am sure we're about to find out.
Take care brother. Keep us awake.
Peace,
Jake
Jake Berry (jakebridget@bellsouth.net)
Thanks for all the recent articles. Sorry I have been unable to respond or even say thanks for the time and effort you put into each one, not to mention the wide array of insights and provocations that we behave as rational,compassionate creatures.
Now that we have finished the election (well, almost) and the settling of debris that follows each one, we can begin to see through the haze. The neocons obviously fear that an Obama administration will be fundamentally different in both foreign and domestic policy. The bailout was/is nothing more than paying the bills to the real masters of the game. Israel's sudden turn to all out war is an attempt to settle the score in Gaza just in case they lose U.S. support once the neocons leave office.
You are right. This is bait. Will Obama toe the line and support Israel unconditionally? Nothing he says right now can change Israel's assault so he is saying nothing. If he is nothing else Obama is careful when speaking officially about policy of any kind. He will be difficult to pin down.
I also remember the the last time this same group of thugs were departing the White House and a hopeful young man was moving in. They left impending disasters in Somalia and Waco. Even then one could not help but wonder if it was a set up. If it was Clinton fell for it and botched both situations. We are still suffering the consequences.
Neoconservatism is not a nationalism, even though that is precisely what it pretends to be under the name of patriotism. The neocons are capitalists first. They are a perfect fit for a Republican party that has been the party of big capital virtually from the start. After Jackson the country had swung hard in the direction of democracy (at least for qualified citizens - white men). Republicanism was in part an attempt to correct that shift and place power securely in the hands of the wealthy. That is what it is today and it is what neoconservatism attempts to enforce globally.
Will Obama make some adjustment in the other direction? He has the opportunity since at the moment capitalism is choking on its own excess. There's nothing but hard road ahead of him. We must wait and see.
Twelve days. How much more damage can be done. I am sure we're about to find out.
Take care brother. Keep us awake.
Peace,
Jake
Jake Berry (jakebridget@bellsouth.net)
Tuesday, January 06, 2009
Beatlick Travel Report #4: Highway 9 & The Border Patrol
It took a while to really hit the open road. We left Albuquerque to return to Las Cruces for our house sitting gig. Then one more tune up from Michael Elliott, our VW mechanic in Organ, before he gave us his blessing to head for California.
So Saturday we stopped off to share a meal and say goodbye to Mary E, Phillips, my peace activist sister-at-arms, then topped off our tank at $1.22 a gallon, up from $1.16 just three days before, and off we went.
There was no transition from all the hurly-burly of last minute details to our first destination hardly. We pulled out of town and within the hour there we were at Exit #49 off of I-10 and onto Highway 146. Bam, we were there, the black ribbon of a two-lane road, a complete circumference of mountain ridges all around us. It was almost too sudden. The sun was setting, the temperature was perfect, and after all this planning we were living our fantasy.
We turned onto Highway 9 and went a few miles past Hachita. There we camped and walked into the old ghost town of Old Hachita. We spent about four hours walking about. Beatlick Joe snatched his binoculars from his back pocket to survey the landscape. He looked in every mine shaft, every abandoned adobe structure, hop, skip, and jumping all over the place. He has planned this particular ghost town search for over two years.
So we encountered our first Border Patrol guard at the first juncture of our trip. We were in such a remote area on Highway 9, on the other side of a fence, and during the night a huge Hummer Border Patrol vehicle past us about 9 p.m. They were all over this place, some pulling a trailer with four-wheelers behind them.
There was a border patrolman in Old Hachita, out there in that lonely stretch. We stopped to chat. I had some trepidation about what kind of person he would be, stern perhaps, and authoritarian. But he turned out to be friendly, with a kind face, and young looking. He said he stays out there 10 hours a day, all alone. I asked if he could read books but he said no. Guess he is supposed to keep his eyes open. But he can listen to football games on the radio. I told him it looked like a lonely existence, but he just shrugged and gave us a smile. So our first encounter with the border patrol went well enough.
We stayed out there two days, getting more acquainted with the van, where to best store everything and all. We had anticipated a leisurely breakfast enjoying our little table and chairs outside, but we woke up to snow on the ground. We packed up fast and headed for Douglas, AZ. We put a towel across the passenger and drivers seat and placed the little stadium heater between us. Finally, we got warm.
Happy Trails
Beatlick Pamela
So Saturday we stopped off to share a meal and say goodbye to Mary E, Phillips, my peace activist sister-at-arms, then topped off our tank at $1.22 a gallon, up from $1.16 just three days before, and off we went.
There was no transition from all the hurly-burly of last minute details to our first destination hardly. We pulled out of town and within the hour there we were at Exit #49 off of I-10 and onto Highway 146. Bam, we were there, the black ribbon of a two-lane road, a complete circumference of mountain ridges all around us. It was almost too sudden. The sun was setting, the temperature was perfect, and after all this planning we were living our fantasy.
We turned onto Highway 9 and went a few miles past Hachita. There we camped and walked into the old ghost town of Old Hachita. We spent about four hours walking about. Beatlick Joe snatched his binoculars from his back pocket to survey the landscape. He looked in every mine shaft, every abandoned adobe structure, hop, skip, and jumping all over the place. He has planned this particular ghost town search for over two years.
So we encountered our first Border Patrol guard at the first juncture of our trip. We were in such a remote area on Highway 9, on the other side of a fence, and during the night a huge Hummer Border Patrol vehicle past us about 9 p.m. They were all over this place, some pulling a trailer with four-wheelers behind them.
There was a border patrolman in Old Hachita, out there in that lonely stretch. We stopped to chat. I had some trepidation about what kind of person he would be, stern perhaps, and authoritarian. But he turned out to be friendly, with a kind face, and young looking. He said he stays out there 10 hours a day, all alone. I asked if he could read books but he said no. Guess he is supposed to keep his eyes open. But he can listen to football games on the radio. I told him it looked like a lonely existence, but he just shrugged and gave us a smile. So our first encounter with the border patrol went well enough.
We stayed out there two days, getting more acquainted with the van, where to best store everything and all. We had anticipated a leisurely breakfast enjoying our little table and chairs outside, but we woke up to snow on the ground. We packed up fast and headed for Douglas, AZ. We put a towel across the passenger and drivers seat and placed the little stadium heater between us. Finally, we got warm.
Happy Trails
Beatlick Pamela
Monday, January 05, 2009
Three Poems by Chris Mansel
****
Bare Outline
Bi-polar Anti-psychotic
existing in poverty
ability baptized in a manic state
(it reverberates in the ears) epileptic, a downward spiral,
like holy orders, piety
vigorous, mutilation, constraint
ah, the dialogue of a primitive
whose horror is immersion
a mosque so laminated
as to catalog the shakes and screams
the embroidered eyes of dreams
savage is the water in the abyss
adultery schemes for eternity
descending the skin by petal
communion by physical means
Zarathustra as a tarantula
hanging over a hospital bed.
****
Death Disliked Changed
the crime was violent - rough violets/ apocryphal
and often became ill - eating humanity/ execution
delirium, improbable that - nature desires/ illumination
the dead - ancient outside of the following scene/ snakes
were so spontaneous- cancer conscious/ adept
were torn to pieces-curtain of bats/ readings
ailments with the deceased- touch belief/ earth
a hunter where ideas, even death theory, nature
of our moon, no more giants as still as an eye
help him who he was...
a woman, afraid/ lion/Rousseau
produce/without exception
reducing, practiced/birds
pressure/reaches purpose
a flower in a fire, devourers....
****
Bush Shelter
a graying image (menacing like crows)
switching perennially (distraught, grisly)
of a sequential humid ligament
becomes the follicles arbiter
a natural impedance (village wisdom)
for skunk-like wasps splattering
submerged alibis (produce blackened)
slit through the pupil/ effects more stiffening
a curriculum vitae.
chris mansel (christophermansel@hotmail.com)
Bare Outline
Bi-polar Anti-psychotic
existing in poverty
ability baptized in a manic state
(it reverberates in the ears) epileptic, a downward spiral,
like holy orders, piety
vigorous, mutilation, constraint
ah, the dialogue of a primitive
whose horror is immersion
a mosque so laminated
as to catalog the shakes and screams
the embroidered eyes of dreams
savage is the water in the abyss
adultery schemes for eternity
descending the skin by petal
communion by physical means
Zarathustra as a tarantula
hanging over a hospital bed.
****
Death Disliked Changed
the crime was violent - rough violets/ apocryphal
and often became ill - eating humanity/ execution
delirium, improbable that - nature desires/ illumination
the dead - ancient outside of the following scene/ snakes
were so spontaneous- cancer conscious/ adept
were torn to pieces-curtain of bats/ readings
ailments with the deceased- touch belief/ earth
a hunter where ideas, even death theory, nature
of our moon, no more giants as still as an eye
help him who he was...
a woman, afraid/ lion/Rousseau
produce/without exception
reducing, practiced/birds
pressure/reaches purpose
a flower in a fire, devourers....
****
Bush Shelter
a graying image (menacing like crows)
switching perennially (distraught, grisly)
of a sequential humid ligament
becomes the follicles arbiter
a natural impedance (village wisdom)
for skunk-like wasps splattering
submerged alibis (produce blackened)
slit through the pupil/ effects more stiffening
a curriculum vitae.
chris mansel (christophermansel@hotmail.com)
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
PRINCIPLES OF FOREIGN POLICY:
In the interest of justice, human rights and democracy, in order to fulfill the greater promise of our founding, recognizing that our intention should not be to dominate the world but rather to improve the welfare of humankind, we propose the following principles of foreign policy.
I. This nation will not engage in interventions that support non-democratic governments or those that violate the inalienable rights of its citizens.
II. This nation will take necessary and appropriate measures to prevent, inhibit or halt genocide and other crimes against humanity.
III. This nation will not act as the police force of the world but work in concert with other nations with respect to international law.
IV. This nation will take appropriate measures, including debt relief and forgiveness, to reduce and eliminate third-world debt. We will no longer sponsor or support the policies of exploitation by the International Monetary Fund, the World Bank and the World Trade Organization. IMF loans will be based on humanitarian concerns without regard to economic policies.
V. This nation will not sacrifice the lives of soldiers or civilians for economic or strategic gains.
VI. This nation will practice a policy of restraint with regard to civil wars and civil conflicts.
VII. The United States will actively engage in diplomacy and negotiations to resolve international conflicts that threaten regional stability in the Middle East and elsewhere.
VIII. The United States will support the United Nations, the International Criminal Court and other international institutions as the appropriate venue for resolving international disputes.
IX. This nation will recognize its leadership responsibility with regard to the global problems of hunger, poverty, disease, human rights, water shortage, disaster relief and climate change.
X. The intelligence agencies of the United States will cease all covert operations not in compliance with these principles and will report all operations to congress and the American people within two years.
[Adapted from The Jazzman Chronicles, Volume One by Jack Random. Crow Dog Press 2003.]
I. This nation will not engage in interventions that support non-democratic governments or those that violate the inalienable rights of its citizens.
II. This nation will take necessary and appropriate measures to prevent, inhibit or halt genocide and other crimes against humanity.
III. This nation will not act as the police force of the world but work in concert with other nations with respect to international law.
IV. This nation will take appropriate measures, including debt relief and forgiveness, to reduce and eliminate third-world debt. We will no longer sponsor or support the policies of exploitation by the International Monetary Fund, the World Bank and the World Trade Organization. IMF loans will be based on humanitarian concerns without regard to economic policies.
V. This nation will not sacrifice the lives of soldiers or civilians for economic or strategic gains.
VI. This nation will practice a policy of restraint with regard to civil wars and civil conflicts.
VII. The United States will actively engage in diplomacy and negotiations to resolve international conflicts that threaten regional stability in the Middle East and elsewhere.
VIII. The United States will support the United Nations, the International Criminal Court and other international institutions as the appropriate venue for resolving international disputes.
IX. This nation will recognize its leadership responsibility with regard to the global problems of hunger, poverty, disease, human rights, water shortage, disaster relief and climate change.
X. The intelligence agencies of the United States will cease all covert operations not in compliance with these principles and will report all operations to congress and the American people within two years.
[Adapted from The Jazzman Chronicles, Volume One by Jack Random. Crow Dog Press 2003.]
Friday, December 26, 2008
RIP Master Harold
Born 10 October 1930, died 24 December 2008, Harold Pinter is the extraordinary playwright whose pen laid down the words for The Birthday Party (1957), The Caretaker (1959), The Homecoming (1964) Betrayal (1978) and countless other works for the stage and screen. He was awarded the Nobel Prize for Literature in 2005.
Here are excerpts from his Noble Lecture "Art, Truth and Politics”:
What has happened to our moral sensibility? Did we ever have any? What do these words mean? Do they refer to a term very rarely employed these days - conscience? A conscience to do not only with our own acts but to do with our shared responsibility in the acts of others? Is all this dead?
….
The invasion of Iraq was a bandit act, an act of blatant state terrorism, demonstrating absolute contempt for the concept of international law. The invasion was an arbitrary military action inspired by a series of lies upon lies and gross manipulation of the media and therefore of the public; an act intended to consolidate American military and economic control of the Middle East masquerading - as a last resort - all other justifications having failed to justify themselves - as liberation. A formidable assertion of military force responsible for the death and mutilation of thousands and thousands of innocent people.
We have brought torture, cluster bombs, depleted uranium, innumerable acts of random murder, misery, degradation and death to the Iraqi people and call it 'bringing freedom and democracy to the Middle East'.
How many people do you have to kill before you qualify to be described as a mass murderer and a war criminal? One hundred thousand?
More than enough, I would have thought. Therefore it is just that Bush and Blair be arraigned before the International Criminal Court of Justice. But Bush has been clever. He has not ratified the International Criminal Court of Justice. Therefore if any American soldier or for that matter politician finds himself in the dock Bush has warned that he will send in the marines. But Tony Blair has ratified the Court and is therefore available for prosecution. We can let the Court have his address if they're interested. It is Number 10, Downing Street, London.
Death in this context is irrelevant. Both Bush and Blair place death well away on the back burner. At least 100,000 Iraqis were killed by American bombs and missiles before the Iraq insurgency began. These people are of no moment. Their deaths don't exist. They are blank. They are not even recorded as being dead.
….
Pinter’s activism began as a conscientious objector in 1946. He campaigned for nuclear disarmament and against apartheid before speaking out powerfully against the first Gulf War, the bombing of Kosovo, the Wars in Afghanistan and Iraq, and the moral bankruptcy of the Bush administration. He is believed to be the only Nobel Award winner to label the American president a “mass murderer.”
Truly, we may never see his like again. RIP.
Jazz.
Here are excerpts from his Noble Lecture "Art, Truth and Politics”:
What has happened to our moral sensibility? Did we ever have any? What do these words mean? Do they refer to a term very rarely employed these days - conscience? A conscience to do not only with our own acts but to do with our shared responsibility in the acts of others? Is all this dead?
….
The invasion of Iraq was a bandit act, an act of blatant state terrorism, demonstrating absolute contempt for the concept of international law. The invasion was an arbitrary military action inspired by a series of lies upon lies and gross manipulation of the media and therefore of the public; an act intended to consolidate American military and economic control of the Middle East masquerading - as a last resort - all other justifications having failed to justify themselves - as liberation. A formidable assertion of military force responsible for the death and mutilation of thousands and thousands of innocent people.
We have brought torture, cluster bombs, depleted uranium, innumerable acts of random murder, misery, degradation and death to the Iraqi people and call it 'bringing freedom and democracy to the Middle East'.
How many people do you have to kill before you qualify to be described as a mass murderer and a war criminal? One hundred thousand?
More than enough, I would have thought. Therefore it is just that Bush and Blair be arraigned before the International Criminal Court of Justice. But Bush has been clever. He has not ratified the International Criminal Court of Justice. Therefore if any American soldier or for that matter politician finds himself in the dock Bush has warned that he will send in the marines. But Tony Blair has ratified the Court and is therefore available for prosecution. We can let the Court have his address if they're interested. It is Number 10, Downing Street, London.
Death in this context is irrelevant. Both Bush and Blair place death well away on the back burner. At least 100,000 Iraqis were killed by American bombs and missiles before the Iraq insurgency began. These people are of no moment. Their deaths don't exist. They are blank. They are not even recorded as being dead.
….
Pinter’s activism began as a conscientious objector in 1946. He campaigned for nuclear disarmament and against apartheid before speaking out powerfully against the first Gulf War, the bombing of Kosovo, the Wars in Afghanistan and Iraq, and the moral bankruptcy of the Bush administration. He is believed to be the only Nobel Award winner to label the American president a “mass murderer.”
Truly, we may never see his like again. RIP.
Jazz.
Sunday, December 14, 2008
KILLING LABOR: The Columbia Free Trade Pact & Beyond
By Jack Random
In the last presidential debate, with his life’s ambition slipping away and with it the dream of free market fundamentalism, John McCain boldly asserted that the Columbia Free Trade pact was a “no brainer.”
He was right.
In Columbia they kill labor leaders. In the first eight months of 2008 alone they killed 41 labor union members (more than in all of 2007). Free Trade advocates, including the corporate media giants, argue that Columbia’s record on labor and human rights has improved. Their reasoning: They kill fewer labor leaders than they used to kill.
Let’s think about that. If you killed a dozen labor leaders in the US – a larger and more populous nation with at least some established labor tradition – it would take at least a decade to replace them. In other words, you don’t have to behead the snake twice. Once is enough.
In Guatemala the killing of labor increased decisively after the passage of the Central American Free Trade Agreement (CAFTA). So it seems signing a free trade agreement with the US is equivalent to a free pass for human rights and labor abuse.
We should not be surprised. For while we are world’s loudest advocate of human rights, we have long been labor’s most powerful enemy. It does not stand to reason that any functioning democracy should be anti-labor but we are just that. The anti-labor propaganda campaign has been so persistent, permeating all levels of mainstream media, that it has turned the world on its head, convincing a majority of working people that labor is actually against their interests – or conversely, that corporations have the interests of workers at heart.
Even now, when it is resoundingly clear that the dominant international corporations are unfeeling monsters that would march us all off a cliff for a short term profit, the media are holding out for a continuing Free Trade mandate and the continued evisceration of labor.
If the new congress even considers the Columbia Free Trade Agreement, it will signal that they have failed to comprehend the nature and depth of the current global economic crisis.
As Congressman Barney Frank commented, people are not buying cars because they have no money. They have no money because the only jobs that are available must compete with the labor forces of other nations where organized labor does not exist. Now, having sacrificed benefits and decent wages, they are losing jobs because a consumer-based economy cannot be sustained in a society that pays substandard wages to its working people.
It is a vicious cycle that can only be broken by rebuilding the economy from the ground up – that means labor.
Fair trade is not only the alternative it is the only alternative. It is not sufficient to have the language of labor rights in trade agreements if there is no means of enforcement. Further, the practice of approving trade agreements now and expecting improvement in labor practices and human rights later is laughable. Once approved, it requires a level of outrage rarely sounded in the corporate media even to review no less repeal such agreements.
We are in a bold new world and if the Obama administration does not wake up to the realities of this world, he will at best soften the blow by offering compromise measures such as tax incentives to keep jobs home. Worst-case scenario: He adopts wholeheartedly the Free Trade policies of the Clinton administration.
The Columbia agreement is of course intertwined with other interests that have their roots in the wars of the past. The drug war is another we can no longer afford. Like the war on terror it was always an oxymoron. To the extent that illegal drugs are the enemy, we can no more fight a war against drugs than we can wage war against terror. Both are multibillion-dollar boondoggles employed by politicians to secure and influence power. In the Cold War era we routinely supported rightwing military dictatorships under the guise of fighting drugs. Now we use the war on terror to affect the same end.
If Obama is serious about breaking with the past, he would do well to reject the trade agreement with Columbia. He would do well to cut off support for ruthless leaders like Columbia’s Alvaro Uribe Velez. He would do well to adopt a new Latin America policy that acknowledges the failures of Free Trade. For while they have enabled international corporations to rape the land and steal the natural resources of underdeveloped nations, they have done nothing to improve standards of living for the people of those nations.
It is a system built on corporate exploitation and corruption. It has enriched the privileged few who use positions of power to skim money off the top but it has done nothing to lift the people out of poverty or to build sustainable economies.
The people of Columbia and throughout Latin America have experienced firsthand the failures of Free Trade. That is why they have turned to more progressive leaders – even avowed socialists and Marxists. If America continues to turn its back on these realities, insisting on a pledge of allegiance to the failed policies of Free Market fundamentalism, we will continue to lose ground throughout the hemisphere.
There is no inherent reason why we cannot be friends and allies with the democratically elected governments of Bolivia and Venezuela. There is in fact nothing anti-democratic about socialist economic theory and democracy, not capitalism, is the heart of the American ideal. Indeed, there is not a democracy in the world that does not incorporate elements of both socialism and free enterprise; it is a question of balance.
What history strives to teach us is that economies are evolving systems that must constantly adapt to the parameters of an evolving world. In a globalized world any economic system that is constrained by ideology, that fails to balance individual initiative and the common good, that rejects needed reforms on ideological grounds, is bound to fail.
We have inherited a world badly out of balance. The experiment of corporate dominance has reached an end. We are charged with restoring balance. That requires not only a government that will counter the excesses of corporate greed with diligent regulation; it requires rebuilding labor both domestically and internationally to achieve an equitable balance of economic power.
It will not be easy overcoming the irrational prejudice acquired across generations but that is the challenge we face. If we fail to achieve economic stability we will soon be overwhelmed even greater challenges: global climate change and nuclear genocide.
Rejecting the Columbia Free Trade Agreement is only a modest first step but it is, as John McCain suggested, a “no brainer.”
Jazz.
JACK RANDOM IS THE AUTHOR OF THE JAZZMAN CHRONICLES (CROW DOG PRESS) AND GHOST DANCE INSURRECTION (DRY BONES PRESS). THE CHRONICLES HAVE BEEN POSTED ON THE ALBION MONITOR, BELLACIAO, BUZZLE, COUNTERPUNCH, DISSIDENT VOICE, THE DAILY SCARE, THE NATIONAL FREE PRESS, PACIFIC FREE PRESS AND NEWS DAILY OF CANADA.
In the last presidential debate, with his life’s ambition slipping away and with it the dream of free market fundamentalism, John McCain boldly asserted that the Columbia Free Trade pact was a “no brainer.”
He was right.
In Columbia they kill labor leaders. In the first eight months of 2008 alone they killed 41 labor union members (more than in all of 2007). Free Trade advocates, including the corporate media giants, argue that Columbia’s record on labor and human rights has improved. Their reasoning: They kill fewer labor leaders than they used to kill.
Let’s think about that. If you killed a dozen labor leaders in the US – a larger and more populous nation with at least some established labor tradition – it would take at least a decade to replace them. In other words, you don’t have to behead the snake twice. Once is enough.
In Guatemala the killing of labor increased decisively after the passage of the Central American Free Trade Agreement (CAFTA). So it seems signing a free trade agreement with the US is equivalent to a free pass for human rights and labor abuse.
We should not be surprised. For while we are world’s loudest advocate of human rights, we have long been labor’s most powerful enemy. It does not stand to reason that any functioning democracy should be anti-labor but we are just that. The anti-labor propaganda campaign has been so persistent, permeating all levels of mainstream media, that it has turned the world on its head, convincing a majority of working people that labor is actually against their interests – or conversely, that corporations have the interests of workers at heart.
Even now, when it is resoundingly clear that the dominant international corporations are unfeeling monsters that would march us all off a cliff for a short term profit, the media are holding out for a continuing Free Trade mandate and the continued evisceration of labor.
If the new congress even considers the Columbia Free Trade Agreement, it will signal that they have failed to comprehend the nature and depth of the current global economic crisis.
As Congressman Barney Frank commented, people are not buying cars because they have no money. They have no money because the only jobs that are available must compete with the labor forces of other nations where organized labor does not exist. Now, having sacrificed benefits and decent wages, they are losing jobs because a consumer-based economy cannot be sustained in a society that pays substandard wages to its working people.
It is a vicious cycle that can only be broken by rebuilding the economy from the ground up – that means labor.
Fair trade is not only the alternative it is the only alternative. It is not sufficient to have the language of labor rights in trade agreements if there is no means of enforcement. Further, the practice of approving trade agreements now and expecting improvement in labor practices and human rights later is laughable. Once approved, it requires a level of outrage rarely sounded in the corporate media even to review no less repeal such agreements.
We are in a bold new world and if the Obama administration does not wake up to the realities of this world, he will at best soften the blow by offering compromise measures such as tax incentives to keep jobs home. Worst-case scenario: He adopts wholeheartedly the Free Trade policies of the Clinton administration.
The Columbia agreement is of course intertwined with other interests that have their roots in the wars of the past. The drug war is another we can no longer afford. Like the war on terror it was always an oxymoron. To the extent that illegal drugs are the enemy, we can no more fight a war against drugs than we can wage war against terror. Both are multibillion-dollar boondoggles employed by politicians to secure and influence power. In the Cold War era we routinely supported rightwing military dictatorships under the guise of fighting drugs. Now we use the war on terror to affect the same end.
If Obama is serious about breaking with the past, he would do well to reject the trade agreement with Columbia. He would do well to cut off support for ruthless leaders like Columbia’s Alvaro Uribe Velez. He would do well to adopt a new Latin America policy that acknowledges the failures of Free Trade. For while they have enabled international corporations to rape the land and steal the natural resources of underdeveloped nations, they have done nothing to improve standards of living for the people of those nations.
It is a system built on corporate exploitation and corruption. It has enriched the privileged few who use positions of power to skim money off the top but it has done nothing to lift the people out of poverty or to build sustainable economies.
The people of Columbia and throughout Latin America have experienced firsthand the failures of Free Trade. That is why they have turned to more progressive leaders – even avowed socialists and Marxists. If America continues to turn its back on these realities, insisting on a pledge of allegiance to the failed policies of Free Market fundamentalism, we will continue to lose ground throughout the hemisphere.
There is no inherent reason why we cannot be friends and allies with the democratically elected governments of Bolivia and Venezuela. There is in fact nothing anti-democratic about socialist economic theory and democracy, not capitalism, is the heart of the American ideal. Indeed, there is not a democracy in the world that does not incorporate elements of both socialism and free enterprise; it is a question of balance.
What history strives to teach us is that economies are evolving systems that must constantly adapt to the parameters of an evolving world. In a globalized world any economic system that is constrained by ideology, that fails to balance individual initiative and the common good, that rejects needed reforms on ideological grounds, is bound to fail.
We have inherited a world badly out of balance. The experiment of corporate dominance has reached an end. We are charged with restoring balance. That requires not only a government that will counter the excesses of corporate greed with diligent regulation; it requires rebuilding labor both domestically and internationally to achieve an equitable balance of economic power.
It will not be easy overcoming the irrational prejudice acquired across generations but that is the challenge we face. If we fail to achieve economic stability we will soon be overwhelmed even greater challenges: global climate change and nuclear genocide.
Rejecting the Columbia Free Trade Agreement is only a modest first step but it is, as John McCain suggested, a “no brainer.”
Jazz.
JACK RANDOM IS THE AUTHOR OF THE JAZZMAN CHRONICLES (CROW DOG PRESS) AND GHOST DANCE INSURRECTION (DRY BONES PRESS). THE CHRONICLES HAVE BEEN POSTED ON THE ALBION MONITOR, BELLACIAO, BUZZLE, COUNTERPUNCH, DISSIDENT VOICE, THE DAILY SCARE, THE NATIONAL FREE PRESS, PACIFIC FREE PRESS AND NEWS DAILY OF CANADA.
Thursday, December 11, 2008
Jake Berry: Capital Rule
[A response to Jack Random's recent essay: Killing Labor - Beyond the Columbia Free Trade Pact.]
Sometime in the long ago, can we be sure when exactly, Capitalism took control of the global economy. Marx seemed to believe it had already happened, at least in the developed economies, by the time he began writing. Niall Ferguson, in his book, The War of the World, demonstrates in the opening chapter that global capitalism made the world's bounty, whether by manufacture or harvest, available to the average citizen of the British empire at the beginning of the 20th century. Certainly the last three decades have seen an expansion of that global economy to unprecedented proportions. Where Communism, almost always by way of Totalitarianism, held against the tide for several decades, we now witness various hybrid economies. Russia appears to have become a form of nationalized Capitalism. China still clings to Communism for social organization, but has surrendered so thoroughly to Capitalism that not even the poisoning of its own children with contaminated product can be prevented or easily halted. When you consider that the penalty for such excess in China is often the death penalty it is easy to see just how deeply ingrained the system of maximum profit as the primary motive for economic activity has become. Likewise, Vietnam, Nepal, even Cuba are all increasingly capitalistic.
Why then are we not in the Golden Age that the world's leading capitalists predicted? Why has the ascent of Capitalism not been accompanied by the ascent of democracy? The two are halves of the same whole, right? This is the gospel most of us have heard all of our lives. Since the beginning of the Reagan administration it seems the default doctrine underlying all American policy, foreign and domestic. Free trade zones have been opened in all directions. Lately Columbia, and presumably the rest of South America soon, is under pressure to join the party. So then, how could it possibly be that the world's largest economy has slid into it's worst recession since the 70s and totters on the brink of a depression? According to the United Nations, 2008 is the first year since the 1930s that total economic activity has not increased.
What happened? Capitalism is what happened. Capitalism without ethical or legal restraint. At the very moment Capitalism arrived at its greatest expansion it also found itself in peril of total collapse. Any system that functions without competition will invariably consume itself. If the foundation of capitalism is competition what happens when nothing competes with capitalism, not even morality? We are witnessing what happens.
This isn't the first time. There have been cyclic recessions and depressions throughout American history. A notable case is that of the McKinley administration in the 1890s. Finding itself deeply in debt and fearing a depression without end, the administration sought help from some of the wealthiest benefactors of the previous decades of capitalism without restraint. J.P. Morgan and a cadre of his fellow tycoons bought the country out of debt through the purchase of bonds at a highly discounted rate. Once the economy was booming again they sold the bonds at enormous profit. But the collective wealth of all the world’s billionaires cannot buy the economy out of its current crises. $700 billion is beginning to look like a down payment on the abyss.
There were moments during the Great Depression when the general consensus was that Capitalism had run its course. Military spending in Germany and Japan, followed by the war that required an explosion of military spending around the world, put people to work who had never held a job in their lives outside their homes or farms. After the war a combination of preparation for the final war, nuclear holocaust, the arms race, and a demand for consumer items allowed the expansion to continue. Everything was rosy until the fuel ran out in the 1970s. This was too easily remedied by rapidly increasing the import of more expensive fuel from the Middle East and wildly superfluous defense spending. Barring a couple of recessions the economy has continued to grow, aided in part by two waves of technological integration as computers entered the business sector in the 80s and our homes in the 90s.
Unfortunately, there was a downside to all of this. Every generation alive today in virtually every corner of the world can look back to a time when the world seemed simpler, when our demands seemed less urgent and less complicated. In the U.S. we can recall a time when owning a home, a car, a washer and dryer, refrigerator, stove and oven, a television and radio was quite enough. The economics of the American dream were realized for most of a thriving middle class. Then came computers. Interesting tools by themselves for business, design and creativity, but overwhelming when connected to the internet which offers a store of information and entertainment to anyone with a phone or cable line. What was once only available to citizens of the metropolis, if that, is now available to billions. Once again Capitalism succeeded. So what happened? Again, the answer is the thing itself. Capitalism.
Virtually anyone reading this has experienced the discomforts of information saturation. And many of us have asked when observing the continuing arrival of an abundance of products of all kinds in our homes if perhaps we aren't losing something in the bargain. We used to go outside for a walk or to chat with neighbors, now we stare at screens and chat with friends around the world or consume a cornucopia of entertainment in isolation. We wonder what kind of values will result from this level of disconnect from the actual world at our feet.
If these doubts rise in the minds of those of us who have grown up where consumption was the rule, imagine the doubts that arise in the minds of those who have witnessed a much more rapid and aggressive transformation. What if you were born a farmer, or a herder into a nomadic life? A way of life that had been unchanged for thousands of years. Then in the space of a generation your life became urban, consumer and information centered. What might be uncomfortable for us, might feel like an assault to others. When they raise their voice in opposition they discover that they are in the minority. The majority enjoys the new comforts and entertainments. The minorities band together and appeal to the government where an appeal is not met by violence. Eventually they become desperate. They demand a return to the old values. They take to the streets. They riot. They return violence for violence. When this fails they look to the origin of the change and they strike against the governments of those countries, the representatives of those countries and eventually against the citizens of those countries. Mumbai, Madrid, London, New York and Washington and all the others. Their violence is not justified nor is it rational since it will only result in further violence against them, but it is the inevitable result of present circumstances. They are doomed to fail. They are the desperate acts of vanishing cultures.
Capitalism wins. Or does it?
What if capitalists believed so blindly in the power of the market that they believed anything could be measured by market values? What if they believed that all problems could be solved by market forces? What if their faith in the market was so blind that they would even purchase shares in nothing more than a bet on the behavior of the market? What if there was no government, media or any other agency to restrain this blind faith?
Bear witness. Where do these believers go when the markets fail? Who will bear the burden?
Will capitalism survive? Probably, but at what cost? Global bankruptcy? Depression? Global warfare? Environmental catastrophe?
Who will capitalism survive for? If allowed to continue along its present course the global economy will resemble a third world economy with perhaps five percent wealthy and the remainder struggling to survive. The middle class vanishes.
At some point in the last three decades government should have governed, but it did not. Now government is summoned to pay the bill. If that bill is paid without enormous compensation and compromise on the part of capitalism then the governments will continue to fail and falter and disappear.
Imagine corporate feudalism on a global scale where corporate economic agents and militias wage war for the world's resources. If government on behalf of the people and for the people refuses to act aggressively the 21st century may very well look like a high tech version of the Dark Ages.
If Capitalism is the only rule, everybody loses.
Sometime in the long ago, can we be sure when exactly, Capitalism took control of the global economy. Marx seemed to believe it had already happened, at least in the developed economies, by the time he began writing. Niall Ferguson, in his book, The War of the World, demonstrates in the opening chapter that global capitalism made the world's bounty, whether by manufacture or harvest, available to the average citizen of the British empire at the beginning of the 20th century. Certainly the last three decades have seen an expansion of that global economy to unprecedented proportions. Where Communism, almost always by way of Totalitarianism, held against the tide for several decades, we now witness various hybrid economies. Russia appears to have become a form of nationalized Capitalism. China still clings to Communism for social organization, but has surrendered so thoroughly to Capitalism that not even the poisoning of its own children with contaminated product can be prevented or easily halted. When you consider that the penalty for such excess in China is often the death penalty it is easy to see just how deeply ingrained the system of maximum profit as the primary motive for economic activity has become. Likewise, Vietnam, Nepal, even Cuba are all increasingly capitalistic.
Why then are we not in the Golden Age that the world's leading capitalists predicted? Why has the ascent of Capitalism not been accompanied by the ascent of democracy? The two are halves of the same whole, right? This is the gospel most of us have heard all of our lives. Since the beginning of the Reagan administration it seems the default doctrine underlying all American policy, foreign and domestic. Free trade zones have been opened in all directions. Lately Columbia, and presumably the rest of South America soon, is under pressure to join the party. So then, how could it possibly be that the world's largest economy has slid into it's worst recession since the 70s and totters on the brink of a depression? According to the United Nations, 2008 is the first year since the 1930s that total economic activity has not increased.
What happened? Capitalism is what happened. Capitalism without ethical or legal restraint. At the very moment Capitalism arrived at its greatest expansion it also found itself in peril of total collapse. Any system that functions without competition will invariably consume itself. If the foundation of capitalism is competition what happens when nothing competes with capitalism, not even morality? We are witnessing what happens.
This isn't the first time. There have been cyclic recessions and depressions throughout American history. A notable case is that of the McKinley administration in the 1890s. Finding itself deeply in debt and fearing a depression without end, the administration sought help from some of the wealthiest benefactors of the previous decades of capitalism without restraint. J.P. Morgan and a cadre of his fellow tycoons bought the country out of debt through the purchase of bonds at a highly discounted rate. Once the economy was booming again they sold the bonds at enormous profit. But the collective wealth of all the world’s billionaires cannot buy the economy out of its current crises. $700 billion is beginning to look like a down payment on the abyss.
There were moments during the Great Depression when the general consensus was that Capitalism had run its course. Military spending in Germany and Japan, followed by the war that required an explosion of military spending around the world, put people to work who had never held a job in their lives outside their homes or farms. After the war a combination of preparation for the final war, nuclear holocaust, the arms race, and a demand for consumer items allowed the expansion to continue. Everything was rosy until the fuel ran out in the 1970s. This was too easily remedied by rapidly increasing the import of more expensive fuel from the Middle East and wildly superfluous defense spending. Barring a couple of recessions the economy has continued to grow, aided in part by two waves of technological integration as computers entered the business sector in the 80s and our homes in the 90s.
Unfortunately, there was a downside to all of this. Every generation alive today in virtually every corner of the world can look back to a time when the world seemed simpler, when our demands seemed less urgent and less complicated. In the U.S. we can recall a time when owning a home, a car, a washer and dryer, refrigerator, stove and oven, a television and radio was quite enough. The economics of the American dream were realized for most of a thriving middle class. Then came computers. Interesting tools by themselves for business, design and creativity, but overwhelming when connected to the internet which offers a store of information and entertainment to anyone with a phone or cable line. What was once only available to citizens of the metropolis, if that, is now available to billions. Once again Capitalism succeeded. So what happened? Again, the answer is the thing itself. Capitalism.
Virtually anyone reading this has experienced the discomforts of information saturation. And many of us have asked when observing the continuing arrival of an abundance of products of all kinds in our homes if perhaps we aren't losing something in the bargain. We used to go outside for a walk or to chat with neighbors, now we stare at screens and chat with friends around the world or consume a cornucopia of entertainment in isolation. We wonder what kind of values will result from this level of disconnect from the actual world at our feet.
If these doubts rise in the minds of those of us who have grown up where consumption was the rule, imagine the doubts that arise in the minds of those who have witnessed a much more rapid and aggressive transformation. What if you were born a farmer, or a herder into a nomadic life? A way of life that had been unchanged for thousands of years. Then in the space of a generation your life became urban, consumer and information centered. What might be uncomfortable for us, might feel like an assault to others. When they raise their voice in opposition they discover that they are in the minority. The majority enjoys the new comforts and entertainments. The minorities band together and appeal to the government where an appeal is not met by violence. Eventually they become desperate. They demand a return to the old values. They take to the streets. They riot. They return violence for violence. When this fails they look to the origin of the change and they strike against the governments of those countries, the representatives of those countries and eventually against the citizens of those countries. Mumbai, Madrid, London, New York and Washington and all the others. Their violence is not justified nor is it rational since it will only result in further violence against them, but it is the inevitable result of present circumstances. They are doomed to fail. They are the desperate acts of vanishing cultures.
Capitalism wins. Or does it?
What if capitalists believed so blindly in the power of the market that they believed anything could be measured by market values? What if they believed that all problems could be solved by market forces? What if their faith in the market was so blind that they would even purchase shares in nothing more than a bet on the behavior of the market? What if there was no government, media or any other agency to restrain this blind faith?
Bear witness. Where do these believers go when the markets fail? Who will bear the burden?
Will capitalism survive? Probably, but at what cost? Global bankruptcy? Depression? Global warfare? Environmental catastrophe?
Who will capitalism survive for? If allowed to continue along its present course the global economy will resemble a third world economy with perhaps five percent wealthy and the remainder struggling to survive. The middle class vanishes.
At some point in the last three decades government should have governed, but it did not. Now government is summoned to pay the bill. If that bill is paid without enormous compensation and compromise on the part of capitalism then the governments will continue to fail and falter and disappear.
Imagine corporate feudalism on a global scale where corporate economic agents and militias wage war for the world's resources. If government on behalf of the people and for the people refuses to act aggressively the 21st century may very well look like a high tech version of the Dark Ages.
If Capitalism is the only rule, everybody loses.
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
Beatlick Travel Report #3: Lorca in Albuquerque
2008 Series
Great fun revisiting Albuquerque, haven't been there in almost three years and we found many changes in the poetry scene. It seems that most of the people who used to attend the Winnings Coffeehouse readings, associated with the poetry zine "Central Ave." and hosted by Dale Harris, are now gathering at the Fixed & Free Bike Shop in Knob Hill. We found a crowd of over twenty in the shop's art gallery, held on the third Monday of the month.
The host there is Billy Brown, a regular attendee at Winnings, according to Dale. "Billy gave a lot of spirit and heart to that venue for five years. So I'm delighted to see that Knob Hill has poetry and the old "Central Ave." community supports the bike shop readings," she said, "plus, the poets still have a home."
We also attended a private poetry reading and open mic well into the hinterlands of Santa Fe. "Poetry with Paul" is a venue held in the private home of glass artist Paul White in Tesuque. The featured act during our visit was poet Gary Brower, flamenco dancer Susana ?, and guitarist Nino David aka David Briggs.
Their presentation included Nino David's flamenco music performed on his Jose Ramirez guitar. He accompanied Susana as she danced and recited poetry from Federico Garcia Lorca in the original Spanish. She dressed in black and her slender frame, with a long black Spanish scarf embroidered with red roses wrapped around her waist, sent the long fringe flying about her trousers as she performed her staccato dance. Very intense, very moving.
Gary Brower read poems influenced by Lorca. His gave a short history of the Spanish Civil War and also acknowledged in his work the experiences of the late Angel Gonzales of New Mexico University.
The poem most enthusiastically received portrayed the death of Lorca, assassinated along with two matadors. The murder scene depicted in a crescendo of Spanish guitar was dramatic and tragic. Gary reminded the audience, "We need to remember that poets must speak truth to power."
Zero City reflected on Gonzales' experience:
bullets, blood discovered on the ground...
the incomprehensible sorrow of the grownups...
rage and the desire to weep...
The opening act of border narrative poetry featured Sylvia Ernestina Vargara reading from her book "Scream." Her poem "La Frontera" discusses issues on both sides of the border here in New Mexico. I found some of her most moving lines, not necessarily in order, to be:
The border is holding me back.
Death! Flash! Border Patrol!
A knife that cuts human bonds
of those who once worked together.
Small farms are slipping away
Chain link knuckles rap in the wind
Don't make friends
Don't make the world a better place
"Give me your money bag"
Take the border and wrap it
around the black knight stabber of hearts
and the white knight of twisted lies.
I really enjoyed a poet who called himself only Orlando. He claimed he was going to mail his poem "It is Blackwater Again" in with his IRS payment this year. His work criticized the Iraq contractors who "guard the devil himself when he comes to Baghdad."
Dale Harris was in attendance. As a resident of Miami for 30 years she said winter was a novelty to her when she moved to the Southwest. She reminisced about winter scenes on the Old Salt Mission Trail and the amnesty of the snow that draped winter clean.
I asked our host Paul how he came to sponsor a monthly open mic. He said, "Paul Glazner got me started. I went to his readings and he helped me get poets to my house." It's quite a trek to his home on a long and winding trail, dark too, but there was a friendly fire in the fire pit when we arrived.
Paul felt there was a real need for a venue such as his. His reward is meeting all the impressive people who come out. "It's a community," he said.
I will soon notify you regarding extending posts on the poetry of this night at www.beatlick.com.
Happy Trails
Beatlick Pamela
[From The Beatlicks: Joe Speer and Pamela Hirst.]
Great fun revisiting Albuquerque, haven't been there in almost three years and we found many changes in the poetry scene. It seems that most of the people who used to attend the Winnings Coffeehouse readings, associated with the poetry zine "Central Ave." and hosted by Dale Harris, are now gathering at the Fixed & Free Bike Shop in Knob Hill. We found a crowd of over twenty in the shop's art gallery, held on the third Monday of the month.
The host there is Billy Brown, a regular attendee at Winnings, according to Dale. "Billy gave a lot of spirit and heart to that venue for five years. So I'm delighted to see that Knob Hill has poetry and the old "Central Ave." community supports the bike shop readings," she said, "plus, the poets still have a home."
We also attended a private poetry reading and open mic well into the hinterlands of Santa Fe. "Poetry with Paul" is a venue held in the private home of glass artist Paul White in Tesuque. The featured act during our visit was poet Gary Brower, flamenco dancer Susana ?, and guitarist Nino David aka David Briggs.
Their presentation included Nino David's flamenco music performed on his Jose Ramirez guitar. He accompanied Susana as she danced and recited poetry from Federico Garcia Lorca in the original Spanish. She dressed in black and her slender frame, with a long black Spanish scarf embroidered with red roses wrapped around her waist, sent the long fringe flying about her trousers as she performed her staccato dance. Very intense, very moving.
Gary Brower read poems influenced by Lorca. His gave a short history of the Spanish Civil War and also acknowledged in his work the experiences of the late Angel Gonzales of New Mexico University.
The poem most enthusiastically received portrayed the death of Lorca, assassinated along with two matadors. The murder scene depicted in a crescendo of Spanish guitar was dramatic and tragic. Gary reminded the audience, "We need to remember that poets must speak truth to power."
Zero City reflected on Gonzales' experience:
bullets, blood discovered on the ground...
the incomprehensible sorrow of the grownups...
rage and the desire to weep...
The opening act of border narrative poetry featured Sylvia Ernestina Vargara reading from her book "Scream." Her poem "La Frontera" discusses issues on both sides of the border here in New Mexico. I found some of her most moving lines, not necessarily in order, to be:
The border is holding me back.
Death! Flash! Border Patrol!
A knife that cuts human bonds
of those who once worked together.
Small farms are slipping away
Chain link knuckles rap in the wind
Don't make friends
Don't make the world a better place
"Give me your money bag"
Take the border and wrap it
around the black knight stabber of hearts
and the white knight of twisted lies.
I really enjoyed a poet who called himself only Orlando. He claimed he was going to mail his poem "It is Blackwater Again" in with his IRS payment this year. His work criticized the Iraq contractors who "guard the devil himself when he comes to Baghdad."
Dale Harris was in attendance. As a resident of Miami for 30 years she said winter was a novelty to her when she moved to the Southwest. She reminisced about winter scenes on the Old Salt Mission Trail and the amnesty of the snow that draped winter clean.
I asked our host Paul how he came to sponsor a monthly open mic. He said, "Paul Glazner got me started. I went to his readings and he helped me get poets to my house." It's quite a trek to his home on a long and winding trail, dark too, but there was a friendly fire in the fire pit when we arrived.
Paul felt there was a real need for a venue such as his. His reward is meeting all the impressive people who come out. "It's a community," he said.
I will soon notify you regarding extending posts on the poetry of this night at www.beatlick.com.
Happy Trails
Beatlick Pamela
[From The Beatlicks: Joe Speer and Pamela Hirst.]
Sunday, December 07, 2008
DEMANDS OF THE PEACE MOVEMENT
by Cindy Sheehan
The Peace Movement demanded from Bush and will demand from Obama a complete and immediate withdrawal of US Forces and independent contractors from Iraq and Afghanistan and a declared end to the USA's War of Terror.
We demand that ALL torture prisons, in Guantanamo Cuba and around the world be closed and that the humans incarcerated in those prisons be released, or tried with full protection of commonly held law (that used to exist in the US) and that the Military Commission's Act be repealed.
We demand that the US take a more balanced approach to Israel's occupation and oppression of the Palestinian people and work with the international community to alleviate the humanitarian crisis in Gaza.
We demand that the USA PATRIOT ACT be repealed. (Obama voted to renew it).
We demand that the FISA Modernization Act be repealed. (Obama voted to take away our 4th amendment rights).
We demand that most of the 800+ US bases around the world be closed and our troops brought back to their home bases and attrition be used to reduce the size of our "standing Army" that is un-Constitutional, anyway.
We demand that the US military be reduced to a size that can be used for defensive purposes, natural disasters and international emergencies only---not be built up with another 100,000 troops (another Obama campaign promise).
We demand that the budget for the Pentagon be reduced dramatically and the money be used for education, jobs and health care here in the US. If everyone (not just the wealthy) had easy access to these basic human rights, then why would there become a part of the US military Empire?
We demand that the Posse Comitatus Act be fully restored so US forces and weapons CANNOT be used against we citizens.
[Excerpted from “Peace” by Cindy Sheehan 12/7/08. Contact@CindyforCongress.org.]
The Peace Movement demanded from Bush and will demand from Obama a complete and immediate withdrawal of US Forces and independent contractors from Iraq and Afghanistan and a declared end to the USA's War of Terror.
We demand that ALL torture prisons, in Guantanamo Cuba and around the world be closed and that the humans incarcerated in those prisons be released, or tried with full protection of commonly held law (that used to exist in the US) and that the Military Commission's Act be repealed.
We demand that the US take a more balanced approach to Israel's occupation and oppression of the Palestinian people and work with the international community to alleviate the humanitarian crisis in Gaza.
We demand that the USA PATRIOT ACT be repealed. (Obama voted to renew it).
We demand that the FISA Modernization Act be repealed. (Obama voted to take away our 4th amendment rights).
We demand that most of the 800+ US bases around the world be closed and our troops brought back to their home bases and attrition be used to reduce the size of our "standing Army" that is un-Constitutional, anyway.
We demand that the US military be reduced to a size that can be used for defensive purposes, natural disasters and international emergencies only---not be built up with another 100,000 troops (another Obama campaign promise).
We demand that the budget for the Pentagon be reduced dramatically and the money be used for education, jobs and health care here in the US. If everyone (not just the wealthy) had easy access to these basic human rights, then why would there become a part of the US military Empire?
We demand that the Posse Comitatus Act be fully restored so US forces and weapons CANNOT be used against we citizens.
[Excerpted from “Peace” by Cindy Sheehan 12/7/08. Contact@CindyforCongress.org.]
Monday, December 01, 2008
Word of the Wz: On India
[Editor's Note: Jim Wz has traveled recently in India. Here are his thoughts on the recent events in Mumbai.]
on India.... though I have my head in the sand and ignore almost all media...I catch snippets from Newspaper headlines (even if I don't read the articles) and sounds from conversations or radio/tv news that penetrate into my wandering space. My first instinct was a desire to go over there right where it occurred and put good energy into the confusion. Upon hearing of those who passed that were on a spiritual journey...my hat goes off to them in congratulations on how they ended their book on this planet.
As far as why and who.... my gut feeling is that it goes deep... much deeper then a small group or individual... more like a punishment from somebody the leaders were playing cards with who wanted to knock the table over and win the game in a tantrum instead of using reason to work something out. The effect that acts such as these have on an economy is tremendous and takes decades to recover from... A whole country has to suffer because of an act that swallows up headlines on a worldwide scale. Too easy...and terrible...childish, low spirit and cheap shot. And when all else fails to reason...follow the almighty dollar....the answer will lie somewhere in the zeros.
Jim wZ
on India.... though I have my head in the sand and ignore almost all media...I catch snippets from Newspaper headlines (even if I don't read the articles) and sounds from conversations or radio/tv news that penetrate into my wandering space. My first instinct was a desire to go over there right where it occurred and put good energy into the confusion. Upon hearing of those who passed that were on a spiritual journey...my hat goes off to them in congratulations on how they ended their book on this planet.
As far as why and who.... my gut feeling is that it goes deep... much deeper then a small group or individual... more like a punishment from somebody the leaders were playing cards with who wanted to knock the table over and win the game in a tantrum instead of using reason to work something out. The effect that acts such as these have on an economy is tremendous and takes decades to recover from... A whole country has to suffer because of an act that swallows up headlines on a worldwide scale. Too easy...and terrible...childish, low spirit and cheap shot. And when all else fails to reason...follow the almighty dollar....the answer will lie somewhere in the zeros.
Jim wZ
Friday, November 28, 2008
Jake's Word Re: Saving Big Auto
[In response to "The Nationalization Option: Saving the Auto Industry" by Jack Random -- reposted below.]
As always you see clearly what most everyone else, including those in government and big business, either miss or choose to ignore. You recognize as well the variety of options that should be on the table.
It appears Secretary Paulson would prefer to reward bad behavior and hope the "smart guys" would go and sin no more. That might be too optimistic though. What once seemed cynical has all too often proved realistic when considering the machinations of the Bush administration. The bailout may have originally been intended as one more pay out to old colleagues in the corporate world for loaning us a few of their own to run the country. A final flourish of 28 years of supply side economics as they slither from the stage with bags of taxpayer dollars.
Paulson's hand was called when the first installment resulted in the nothing at all except large banks sitting on their largesse. Now, looking increasingly like a man on the verge of a total breakdown he seems willing to compromise, perhaps, and either help homeowners directly or at least encourage the banks to behave like banks again and start moving money. The result appears to be more of the same - another failure of an administration whose legacy will most likely be to serve as an example of everything a President can do wrong.
If we were not but a few weeks from the inauguration of a new administration the automakers would probably be left to crumble or in the name of a compromise with congress be handed the money they request with no conditions at all.
We wish that the ideal world you detail was an option. In a saner, more rational world it might be. However, we must recognize the bias of the society and the governments it empowers.
I have to admit that I was a bit surprised that congress rebuffed the automakers like poor students told to correct their homework and return to be graded a second time. They will no doubt behave like C students and return with a plan that they hope will get them past the gates and into the vault. At that point congress will once again be required to show enough spine to send them away empty handed once more with a stern warning that they will be given one last chance.
Automakers, foreign and domestic obviously know what needs to be done. Your recommendations are precisely those that I hope the President-Elect is receiving. If the transition team actually reads the suggestions posted at change.gov they will have those recommendations before them because I posted an almost identical proposal there last week. One hopes that the incoming administration would not have to look so far afield for advice. I am sure they know the options and details much better than I ever could and are weighing them. The questions is - with what measure? How much will political expediency weigh when balanced against rational policy?
Frankly, nothing less than a total reformulation of the auto industry will suffice. The transition phase would necessitate a combination of hybrid and maximum fuel efficiency vehicles (35 mpg/city minimum). The next stage, which must be ready within five years, would be electric and alternative fuel vehicles (ethanol discounted unless it is cellulosic in origin from a variety of sources - the rest of the world cannot afford us burning their food).
Consider that with the inception of WWII the American economy completely retooled in a matter of months and in less than two years became the most efficient and productive in the world, the envy of the world. If some combination of government and business attacked the current financial and energy crises with the same urgency it would produce millions of jobs via new and renewed industry assisted by new research and development.
We have seen the alternative. It means waging war for resources. That is our choice. We can invest in a transformed economy or slide into depression and literally fight our way out.
The failure of three decades of supply side blind faith in markets has forced an opportunity upon us. We can call it a crises and allow greed to continue to capitalize on our fear or we could seize the opportunity and once again make the U.S. economy the envy of the world - and it could be done while decreasing our impact on the environment. All it requires is self-confidence and the determination to accept nothing less than success.
Forgive me for sloganeering, but if that is what it takes to motivate the populace then so be it. We can transform failure into success. We can reinvent the economy and do it quickly. We can demonstrate to the world that we are not imperialists, we are benevolent innovators. It will require unprecedented cooperation among all sectors of society, but we can do it. Yes, we can.
Peace to you my brother,
Jake
[Jake Berry (jakebridget@bellsouth.net)]
JAZZMAN CHRONICLES. DISSEMINATE FREELY.
THE NATIONALIZATION OPTION:
Saving the Auto Industry
By Jack Random
With the economy still stuck in a spiral descent legislators who could not find the bearings or strength of character to oppose the trillion dollar bailout of the financial sector are suddenly finding old time religion in opposing a bailout for the auto industry.
Those on the left say: Why save the collapsing remnants of a failed capitalist system?
Those on the right say: Live by the sword, die by the sword. Let the market manifest. It’s how the system is supposed to work.
Both are wrong.
We accepted the financial sector bailout because the alleged “smartest men in the room” told us there was neither time to delay nor options to consider. They had already played out the string and lost. The next roll would push us over the edge. They had so mismanaged our money that there was no more gambling to be done. The book was closed. The marker had to be paid down or the players would be locked out.
We were lucky congress paused just long enough to lay down a few conditions, including one stipulating that some significant portion of the enormous allotment would be applied to lower the rate of home foreclosures. When Secretary of the Treasury Henry Paulson said he was not authorized to attack the problem directly he was lying. Paulson must be shown that he is not the king’s henchman and he has not won the unconditional trust of the people. It is not solely up to him who shall be saved and who shall not.
Sheila Bair, chair of the Federal Deposit Insurance Corporation, got it right: An investment in foreclosure prevention will pay in generous multiples while buying toxic assets is like throwing paper money into a raging inferno. Paying for corporate buyouts and mergers is like contracting our own demolition. It ought to be a crime.
The very last thing we should be doing now is refinancing a consolidation of wealth to create even more corporate dynasties that are “too big to fail.” We already let the “smart” guys – the gurus of the American Enterprise Institute, the Free Market fundamentalists, the Neocons of economic theory – play that hand and they busted like greedy frat boys at a professional’s table. The least they can do now is step aside and let someone else have a seat.
The auto industry is apparently not too big to fail but it is the last stand of American industry. We have sacrificed textiles, plastics, packaging, canning and manufacturing of all kinds. We no longer produce: We transport, promote and sell. We have become the middleman of the world’s economy and in hard times the middleman is the first to go.
In an ideal world, a world in which the accusation of socialism has truly lost its sting, the government would purchase the auto industry at current market value (a bargain at less than nothing) and transform its production facilities into a model of fuel efficiency: Fuel efficient plants producing the world’s most fuel efficient vehicles.
In an ideal world the best minds would devote themselves to developing technologies that would revolutionize technology itself: Not only clean and efficient personal transport vehicles but integrated mass transit, a modern grid for distribution of energy, climate control and industrial power.
Needless to say we do not live in an ideal world. We live in a world that requires compromise. If we cannot nationalize the auto industry then we must stipulate the conditions that will lead to the same end: a viable industry with state of the art fuel-efficient vehicles.
The auto executives appear to have miscalculated. They assumed as I do that the government cannot allow the industry to fold. We can neither sacrifice the jobs nor the industrial base of our stumbling economy. If anything we must reclaim an expanded industry in a new and more advanced form. But that does not mean that we cannot bargain. Our government must be willing to show the nationalization card to compel the industry to negotiate in good faith.
We should put it on the table straight up: Accept reasonable conditions or prepare to be nationalized. Once the industry is re-established as a sustainable and profitable concern we could then resell it to the highest bidder on the open market.
Put it on the table and suddenly all the chips are on the government’s side.
Much has rightly been said about the shortcomings of the auto industry but the government has in fact been a party to many of their critical errors in judgment. The government has subsidized large vehicles, exempting them from even modest fuel efficiency requirements and providing tax incentives to buyers. The government has subsidized oil, enabling the auto industry to believe it could continue to ignore the looming crisis in the cost of gasoline.
Accepting that both sides share in responsibility for an industry that cannot be sustained may enable us to move forward with the hard measures that must be taken.
First, all plants currently operating must remain operational and all current employees retained except for cause.
Second, all plants that have been closed but remain in the possession of the industry will be reopened and retooled for fuel-efficient production of fuel-efficient vehicles.
Third, union representation of industry employees must be protected and strengthened. If the auto unions must yield some portion of their current wages or benefits to bring them into balance with foreign automakers so be it but for every cent sacrificed there must be a proportionate gain in representation on the boards of directors. The industry must be compelled to open its books and involve labor in the decisions that will affect long-term viability.
Fourth, the world’s brightest authorities should be recruited to lead research and development for fuel-efficient technologies. For decades we have been hearing about vehicles that run on water, compressed air and other clean, renewable sources. Remove the mindset of short-term profit and we can be sure that the results will be remarkable. Replace that mindset with one geared to the public good and working in concert with a government committed to freedom from oil and we will likely lead the world in the technologies of the future.
Members of congress were rightly outraged that the leaders of the Big Three showed up without a plan for restructuring and without a vision for the future. We should all be outraged that congress has not come up with its own plan and its own vision.
Like the viability of the airlines industry and indeed the viability of all industry in America, the problems of the auto industry are not new. It is an insult to American democracy that our leaders have not foreseen these failures and drafted plans to address them.
Ultimately, even after the auto industry is saved, the viability of the American economy will depend on revising trade policies so that industry can once again thrive in the nation that pioneered the modern industrial revolution.
Jazz.
[This Chronicle posted on NewsDaily.com of Canada.]
JACK RANDOM IS THE AUTHOR OF THE JAZZMAN CHRONICLES (CROW DOG PRESS) AND GHOST DANCE INSURRECTION (DRY BONES PRESS). THE CHRONICLES HAVE BEEN POSTED ON THE ALBION MONITOR, BELLACIAO, BUZZLE, COUNTERPUNCH, DISSIDENT VOICE, THE DAILY SCARE, THE NATIONAL FREE PRESS AND PACIFIC FREE PRESS. SEE WWW.JAZZMANCHRONICLES.BLOGSPOT.COM.
As always you see clearly what most everyone else, including those in government and big business, either miss or choose to ignore. You recognize as well the variety of options that should be on the table.
It appears Secretary Paulson would prefer to reward bad behavior and hope the "smart guys" would go and sin no more. That might be too optimistic though. What once seemed cynical has all too often proved realistic when considering the machinations of the Bush administration. The bailout may have originally been intended as one more pay out to old colleagues in the corporate world for loaning us a few of their own to run the country. A final flourish of 28 years of supply side economics as they slither from the stage with bags of taxpayer dollars.
Paulson's hand was called when the first installment resulted in the nothing at all except large banks sitting on their largesse. Now, looking increasingly like a man on the verge of a total breakdown he seems willing to compromise, perhaps, and either help homeowners directly or at least encourage the banks to behave like banks again and start moving money. The result appears to be more of the same - another failure of an administration whose legacy will most likely be to serve as an example of everything a President can do wrong.
If we were not but a few weeks from the inauguration of a new administration the automakers would probably be left to crumble or in the name of a compromise with congress be handed the money they request with no conditions at all.
We wish that the ideal world you detail was an option. In a saner, more rational world it might be. However, we must recognize the bias of the society and the governments it empowers.
I have to admit that I was a bit surprised that congress rebuffed the automakers like poor students told to correct their homework and return to be graded a second time. They will no doubt behave like C students and return with a plan that they hope will get them past the gates and into the vault. At that point congress will once again be required to show enough spine to send them away empty handed once more with a stern warning that they will be given one last chance.
Automakers, foreign and domestic obviously know what needs to be done. Your recommendations are precisely those that I hope the President-Elect is receiving. If the transition team actually reads the suggestions posted at change.gov they will have those recommendations before them because I posted an almost identical proposal there last week. One hopes that the incoming administration would not have to look so far afield for advice. I am sure they know the options and details much better than I ever could and are weighing them. The questions is - with what measure? How much will political expediency weigh when balanced against rational policy?
Frankly, nothing less than a total reformulation of the auto industry will suffice. The transition phase would necessitate a combination of hybrid and maximum fuel efficiency vehicles (35 mpg/city minimum). The next stage, which must be ready within five years, would be electric and alternative fuel vehicles (ethanol discounted unless it is cellulosic in origin from a variety of sources - the rest of the world cannot afford us burning their food).
Consider that with the inception of WWII the American economy completely retooled in a matter of months and in less than two years became the most efficient and productive in the world, the envy of the world. If some combination of government and business attacked the current financial and energy crises with the same urgency it would produce millions of jobs via new and renewed industry assisted by new research and development.
We have seen the alternative. It means waging war for resources. That is our choice. We can invest in a transformed economy or slide into depression and literally fight our way out.
The failure of three decades of supply side blind faith in markets has forced an opportunity upon us. We can call it a crises and allow greed to continue to capitalize on our fear or we could seize the opportunity and once again make the U.S. economy the envy of the world - and it could be done while decreasing our impact on the environment. All it requires is self-confidence and the determination to accept nothing less than success.
Forgive me for sloganeering, but if that is what it takes to motivate the populace then so be it. We can transform failure into success. We can reinvent the economy and do it quickly. We can demonstrate to the world that we are not imperialists, we are benevolent innovators. It will require unprecedented cooperation among all sectors of society, but we can do it. Yes, we can.
Peace to you my brother,
Jake
[Jake Berry (jakebridget@bellsouth.net)]
JAZZMAN CHRONICLES. DISSEMINATE FREELY.
THE NATIONALIZATION OPTION:
Saving the Auto Industry
By Jack Random
With the economy still stuck in a spiral descent legislators who could not find the bearings or strength of character to oppose the trillion dollar bailout of the financial sector are suddenly finding old time religion in opposing a bailout for the auto industry.
Those on the left say: Why save the collapsing remnants of a failed capitalist system?
Those on the right say: Live by the sword, die by the sword. Let the market manifest. It’s how the system is supposed to work.
Both are wrong.
We accepted the financial sector bailout because the alleged “smartest men in the room” told us there was neither time to delay nor options to consider. They had already played out the string and lost. The next roll would push us over the edge. They had so mismanaged our money that there was no more gambling to be done. The book was closed. The marker had to be paid down or the players would be locked out.
We were lucky congress paused just long enough to lay down a few conditions, including one stipulating that some significant portion of the enormous allotment would be applied to lower the rate of home foreclosures. When Secretary of the Treasury Henry Paulson said he was not authorized to attack the problem directly he was lying. Paulson must be shown that he is not the king’s henchman and he has not won the unconditional trust of the people. It is not solely up to him who shall be saved and who shall not.
Sheila Bair, chair of the Federal Deposit Insurance Corporation, got it right: An investment in foreclosure prevention will pay in generous multiples while buying toxic assets is like throwing paper money into a raging inferno. Paying for corporate buyouts and mergers is like contracting our own demolition. It ought to be a crime.
The very last thing we should be doing now is refinancing a consolidation of wealth to create even more corporate dynasties that are “too big to fail.” We already let the “smart” guys – the gurus of the American Enterprise Institute, the Free Market fundamentalists, the Neocons of economic theory – play that hand and they busted like greedy frat boys at a professional’s table. The least they can do now is step aside and let someone else have a seat.
The auto industry is apparently not too big to fail but it is the last stand of American industry. We have sacrificed textiles, plastics, packaging, canning and manufacturing of all kinds. We no longer produce: We transport, promote and sell. We have become the middleman of the world’s economy and in hard times the middleman is the first to go.
In an ideal world, a world in which the accusation of socialism has truly lost its sting, the government would purchase the auto industry at current market value (a bargain at less than nothing) and transform its production facilities into a model of fuel efficiency: Fuel efficient plants producing the world’s most fuel efficient vehicles.
In an ideal world the best minds would devote themselves to developing technologies that would revolutionize technology itself: Not only clean and efficient personal transport vehicles but integrated mass transit, a modern grid for distribution of energy, climate control and industrial power.
Needless to say we do not live in an ideal world. We live in a world that requires compromise. If we cannot nationalize the auto industry then we must stipulate the conditions that will lead to the same end: a viable industry with state of the art fuel-efficient vehicles.
The auto executives appear to have miscalculated. They assumed as I do that the government cannot allow the industry to fold. We can neither sacrifice the jobs nor the industrial base of our stumbling economy. If anything we must reclaim an expanded industry in a new and more advanced form. But that does not mean that we cannot bargain. Our government must be willing to show the nationalization card to compel the industry to negotiate in good faith.
We should put it on the table straight up: Accept reasonable conditions or prepare to be nationalized. Once the industry is re-established as a sustainable and profitable concern we could then resell it to the highest bidder on the open market.
Put it on the table and suddenly all the chips are on the government’s side.
Much has rightly been said about the shortcomings of the auto industry but the government has in fact been a party to many of their critical errors in judgment. The government has subsidized large vehicles, exempting them from even modest fuel efficiency requirements and providing tax incentives to buyers. The government has subsidized oil, enabling the auto industry to believe it could continue to ignore the looming crisis in the cost of gasoline.
Accepting that both sides share in responsibility for an industry that cannot be sustained may enable us to move forward with the hard measures that must be taken.
First, all plants currently operating must remain operational and all current employees retained except for cause.
Second, all plants that have been closed but remain in the possession of the industry will be reopened and retooled for fuel-efficient production of fuel-efficient vehicles.
Third, union representation of industry employees must be protected and strengthened. If the auto unions must yield some portion of their current wages or benefits to bring them into balance with foreign automakers so be it but for every cent sacrificed there must be a proportionate gain in representation on the boards of directors. The industry must be compelled to open its books and involve labor in the decisions that will affect long-term viability.
Fourth, the world’s brightest authorities should be recruited to lead research and development for fuel-efficient technologies. For decades we have been hearing about vehicles that run on water, compressed air and other clean, renewable sources. Remove the mindset of short-term profit and we can be sure that the results will be remarkable. Replace that mindset with one geared to the public good and working in concert with a government committed to freedom from oil and we will likely lead the world in the technologies of the future.
Members of congress were rightly outraged that the leaders of the Big Three showed up without a plan for restructuring and without a vision for the future. We should all be outraged that congress has not come up with its own plan and its own vision.
Like the viability of the airlines industry and indeed the viability of all industry in America, the problems of the auto industry are not new. It is an insult to American democracy that our leaders have not foreseen these failures and drafted plans to address them.
Ultimately, even after the auto industry is saved, the viability of the American economy will depend on revising trade policies so that industry can once again thrive in the nation that pioneered the modern industrial revolution.
Jazz.
[This Chronicle posted on NewsDaily.com of Canada.]
JACK RANDOM IS THE AUTHOR OF THE JAZZMAN CHRONICLES (CROW DOG PRESS) AND GHOST DANCE INSURRECTION (DRY BONES PRESS). THE CHRONICLES HAVE BEEN POSTED ON THE ALBION MONITOR, BELLACIAO, BUZZLE, COUNTERPUNCH, DISSIDENT VOICE, THE DAILY SCARE, THE NATIONAL FREE PRESS AND PACIFIC FREE PRESS. SEE WWW.JAZZMANCHRONICLES.BLOGSPOT.COM.
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Jake Berry: Shades of Havel & Kafka
Screenplay: THE INFORMATION by Jake Berry 11.24.08
Characters: Two women, in their 30s or 40s.
Two women stand in a room before a large window. We see them at first whole body from behind, but quickly zooming into shots above the waist, sometimes only their heads are in frame. We never see them from the front and we never see either face entirely. The camera moves and zooms throughout the play, but the most we see of a face is a profile. On the other side of the window is a scene rich in moving color. Perhaps a house or other large structure on fire or some other scene of destruction that generates violent bursts of color. They might also be standing before a large video screen upon which is a violently colorful scene is developing. Alternatively, the other side of the widow could be colorful and active but peaceful, such as the wind blowing trees and leaves on a autumn day.
FADE IN
One of the women is standing before the window looking out. We move in closer. For a few seconds she is alone, passively observing, long enough for us to study the scene, notice the details and feel ourselves waiting for something to happen. The second woman arrives, steps into frame and assumes a posture similar to the first. The first woman does not turn to look at her. They stand together silently, passive before the window. After a few seconds:
First Woman (speaking forward toward the window): Did you see him?
Second Woman (also speaking toward the window): Yes. Well, what I mean is, I did see him, but I seem to be having trouble…
FW: Remembering him. Remembering his face.
SW: Yes. Exactly. We spoke for several moments face to face. I remember noticing things about his appearance, but all I remember clearly now is the conversation.
FW: Can you remember any impression his appearance made on you?
SW: Vaguely. He seemed tired, older than before, as if he had aged years in a matter of days. (speaking more to herself): Why can't I remember his face?
FW: Do you remember what he was wearing?
SW: No, but I remember the condition of his clothes. They were worn almost threadbare and wrinkled as if he had slept in them. They agreed with my general impression of his condition.
FW: What about his voice? Do you remember anything distinctly about it?
SW: Yes. It was strong and clear, but with something new, a bit of an edge, slightly raspy. He coughed a few times while we were talking. He apologized each time.
FW: But he still spoke with same sense of authority?
SW: Oh absolutely. Nothing has changed.
FW: That was what I expected. He sounds more or less in the same condition as when I saw him.
SW: When was that?
FW: A few days ago. Maybe a week.
SW: Do you remember his face or how he appeared?
FW: No more that what you remember. More like impressions than actually remembering.
SW: Confusing isn't it? Frustrating?
FW: It would have been at one time. You get used to it. You have to or else you'll go crazy. It's a miracle we remember anything at all. As many times as I've seen him and had long conversations with him - once we even kissed - I still cannot manage to bring his face or any other details to mind.
SW: That's the way of things now isn't it?
FW: Apparently.
SW: You say you kissed?
FW: It was nothing. A gesture of friendship. (She pauses, continues to look forward.) So what is the information?
SW: Oh, I'm sorry. I thought you knew.
FW: How would I know? I haven't seen him in a week. Maybe longer.
SW: I thought maybe one of the others…
FW: No. None of them seem to know anything new. No one has seen him until today.
SW: That's peculiar. He spoke as if it was common knowledge.
FW: It might be to him. I've never been certain what his sources tell him or when.
SW: His sources, yes. Do you have any idea who they are?
FW: No. He speaks of them by name as if they are people we all know, but no one I've spoken to has any knowledge of any of them. For all I know he's imagining them as well as the circumstances under which he spoke to them. That would surprise me though. He's always been very reliable and he seems to be entirely convinced that he saw and spoke with them, as if they are regular companions. They pass familiarities, ask about one another's families, make jokes. I doubt it's all in his imagination.
SW: That's my impression as well. And he always seems completely at ease, even today when he seemed so fatigued.
FW: That concerns me though. I mean his appearance, the slight change in his voice, the coughing. It feels like something has gone wrong, as if conditions have deteriorated.
SW: But he remains calm.
FW: On the surface anyway. The information, was it bad? Was there any indication that circumstances have changed?
SW: No. He said we should continue with our work. He did mention that he expected the shops to be running sales and suggested it might be a good time to stock up on essential items in case the prices rise again later. He said we could expect the streets and shops to be a bit more crowded, but nothing like a panic.
FW: What about the other thing?
SW: The other thing?
FW: Yes, the weather device, with the holidays coming.
SW: He mentioned it in passing, but only to say it was operating efficiently. I don't think there's any reason to be concerned.
FW: Did you ask him about his appearance or his apparent fatigue?
SW: No, considering there was nothing unusual in his demeanor. He spoke in the same tone as always. And since there was no alarming information I assumed that whatever the reason for his appearance it was none of my business or he would have told me. Did you ask?
FW: No, and for the same reason.
SW: It does make one wonder though doesn't it?
FW: I try not to worry.
SW: That's best I suppose, so long as the information is reliable.
FW: Precisely.
The scene continues before them. They are completely passive before it, too lost in their thoughts to notice.
FW: So, will I see you here next week?
SW: Oh yes, of course. If you see him between now and then will you let me know or tell one of the others?
FW: Certainly. As soon as I know anything I'll pass word. I hope to see you in the shops.
SW: Not likely. I can't stand it. I let Jonathan do that.
FW: How is he?
SW: Fine, fine. The same.
FW: Tell him I said hello.
SW: I will.
Without ever looking directly at FW or saying goodbye, SW turns and walks away. FW continues staring forward absent-mindedly. She begins humming a tune in a low voice.
FADE OUT
Characters: Two women, in their 30s or 40s.
Two women stand in a room before a large window. We see them at first whole body from behind, but quickly zooming into shots above the waist, sometimes only their heads are in frame. We never see them from the front and we never see either face entirely. The camera moves and zooms throughout the play, but the most we see of a face is a profile. On the other side of the window is a scene rich in moving color. Perhaps a house or other large structure on fire or some other scene of destruction that generates violent bursts of color. They might also be standing before a large video screen upon which is a violently colorful scene is developing. Alternatively, the other side of the widow could be colorful and active but peaceful, such as the wind blowing trees and leaves on a autumn day.
FADE IN
One of the women is standing before the window looking out. We move in closer. For a few seconds she is alone, passively observing, long enough for us to study the scene, notice the details and feel ourselves waiting for something to happen. The second woman arrives, steps into frame and assumes a posture similar to the first. The first woman does not turn to look at her. They stand together silently, passive before the window. After a few seconds:
First Woman (speaking forward toward the window): Did you see him?
Second Woman (also speaking toward the window): Yes. Well, what I mean is, I did see him, but I seem to be having trouble…
FW: Remembering him. Remembering his face.
SW: Yes. Exactly. We spoke for several moments face to face. I remember noticing things about his appearance, but all I remember clearly now is the conversation.
FW: Can you remember any impression his appearance made on you?
SW: Vaguely. He seemed tired, older than before, as if he had aged years in a matter of days. (speaking more to herself): Why can't I remember his face?
FW: Do you remember what he was wearing?
SW: No, but I remember the condition of his clothes. They were worn almost threadbare and wrinkled as if he had slept in them. They agreed with my general impression of his condition.
FW: What about his voice? Do you remember anything distinctly about it?
SW: Yes. It was strong and clear, but with something new, a bit of an edge, slightly raspy. He coughed a few times while we were talking. He apologized each time.
FW: But he still spoke with same sense of authority?
SW: Oh absolutely. Nothing has changed.
FW: That was what I expected. He sounds more or less in the same condition as when I saw him.
SW: When was that?
FW: A few days ago. Maybe a week.
SW: Do you remember his face or how he appeared?
FW: No more that what you remember. More like impressions than actually remembering.
SW: Confusing isn't it? Frustrating?
FW: It would have been at one time. You get used to it. You have to or else you'll go crazy. It's a miracle we remember anything at all. As many times as I've seen him and had long conversations with him - once we even kissed - I still cannot manage to bring his face or any other details to mind.
SW: That's the way of things now isn't it?
FW: Apparently.
SW: You say you kissed?
FW: It was nothing. A gesture of friendship. (She pauses, continues to look forward.) So what is the information?
SW: Oh, I'm sorry. I thought you knew.
FW: How would I know? I haven't seen him in a week. Maybe longer.
SW: I thought maybe one of the others…
FW: No. None of them seem to know anything new. No one has seen him until today.
SW: That's peculiar. He spoke as if it was common knowledge.
FW: It might be to him. I've never been certain what his sources tell him or when.
SW: His sources, yes. Do you have any idea who they are?
FW: No. He speaks of them by name as if they are people we all know, but no one I've spoken to has any knowledge of any of them. For all I know he's imagining them as well as the circumstances under which he spoke to them. That would surprise me though. He's always been very reliable and he seems to be entirely convinced that he saw and spoke with them, as if they are regular companions. They pass familiarities, ask about one another's families, make jokes. I doubt it's all in his imagination.
SW: That's my impression as well. And he always seems completely at ease, even today when he seemed so fatigued.
FW: That concerns me though. I mean his appearance, the slight change in his voice, the coughing. It feels like something has gone wrong, as if conditions have deteriorated.
SW: But he remains calm.
FW: On the surface anyway. The information, was it bad? Was there any indication that circumstances have changed?
SW: No. He said we should continue with our work. He did mention that he expected the shops to be running sales and suggested it might be a good time to stock up on essential items in case the prices rise again later. He said we could expect the streets and shops to be a bit more crowded, but nothing like a panic.
FW: What about the other thing?
SW: The other thing?
FW: Yes, the weather device, with the holidays coming.
SW: He mentioned it in passing, but only to say it was operating efficiently. I don't think there's any reason to be concerned.
FW: Did you ask him about his appearance or his apparent fatigue?
SW: No, considering there was nothing unusual in his demeanor. He spoke in the same tone as always. And since there was no alarming information I assumed that whatever the reason for his appearance it was none of my business or he would have told me. Did you ask?
FW: No, and for the same reason.
SW: It does make one wonder though doesn't it?
FW: I try not to worry.
SW: That's best I suppose, so long as the information is reliable.
FW: Precisely.
The scene continues before them. They are completely passive before it, too lost in their thoughts to notice.
FW: So, will I see you here next week?
SW: Oh yes, of course. If you see him between now and then will you let me know or tell one of the others?
FW: Certainly. As soon as I know anything I'll pass word. I hope to see you in the shops.
SW: Not likely. I can't stand it. I let Jonathan do that.
FW: How is he?
SW: Fine, fine. The same.
FW: Tell him I said hello.
SW: I will.
Without ever looking directly at FW or saying goodbye, SW turns and walks away. FW continues staring forward absent-mindedly. She begins humming a tune in a low voice.
FADE OUT
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