quotes for these times

Cop choices

2008-08-10T11:23:00.000-07:00

Once again the forums of Santa Rosa's daily are over ridden with racist venting.

It seems that yesterday a possibly intoxicated man had the audacity to flee detention. And be Latino. At the same time.

The cops decided to chase him, on foot, by car, and with air support. No less than three agencies were involved: The Sonoma County Sheriffs Department, the Santa Rosa Police Department, and California Highway Patrol. That concentration of police forces says something about the climate of the neighborhood.

I'm not defending public drunkenness (which is alleged at this point, not proved), so much as questioning police tactics. What did chasing this guy down, calling out multiple agencies, calling in air support accomplish? It got three deputies hurt, the arrestee hospitalized, a copwatchers videotape and camera confiscated, and attracted a neighborhood crowd to witness the arrest. If that is the goal, then job well done, if it isn't then the cops need to change what they are doing.

Your privilege is showing

2008-04-15T22:15:00.000-07:00

this is a draft I'll be punching it up over the weekend so check back, if you want to torture yourself you can watch the video here

Just got home from a Santa Rosa city council meeting. I was there because they were considering a $1500 fee for "Free Speech Parades."

Short version of the history: in 1991 the city adopted an ordinance that established 3 (really on 2, one with an optional extension) Free Speech Parade routes, from Santa Rosa Middle School to Courthouse Square, or from Santa Rosa Junior College to Courthouse Square or Julliard Park. These routes were based on the protest patterns of the time (mostly anti-Gulf War 1, and protests against logging in Headwaters. Few of the marches i went to in those days stayed on those routes, but they didn't vary much either. The Earth First!/Headwaters marches usually went to the California Department of Forestry office on Ridgeway, the anti-war marches usually took the mall, the police accountability marches usually blockaded or occupied the lobby of the cop shop. But I was a ruffian, and irresponsible, and liked to drop the f-bomb... all still true, I guess.

Anyhow the old rule was that as long as folks stayed on the sidewalk and and followed the designated city approved route, they could march for free. If they deviated from the approved routes the city could attempt to recover expenses. Get that... this is law so words like "could" have a very specific meaning, basically if they want to; "attempt" means try, meaning that if the group being hit with charges disputes the charge there will be some mediation or adjudication. Doesn't matter since NONE OF THIS HAPPENED EVER. I can think of dozens of marches that left the "free speech" zone and where never charged a dime.

Then in April and May of 2006 there were back to back marches of over 10,000 people one commemorating Cesear Chavez, and the second for immigrant rights. This time not by mostly white college students/punk rockers/hippies/and folks from the peace churches, but by Mexicans, Latino/as and Chicano/as (and yes each of those words means something very different and if you use them interchangeably you're a racist). Anywho the powers that be got scared, tried to negotiate the march into a minimal impact, then levied ridiculous fees, and over the next year used every ham fisted divide and conquer trick in the book... to no avail and in 2007 there were again back to back marches for the same issues with over 10,000 folks attending.

So this year the city manager (who makes over $200,000 per year) an SRPD lieutenant (who makes over $100,000 per year) and the city attorney (another $200,000 per year) decided to reset the rules. The old rules were unenforced, inconsistent and out date. The new rule they proposed was a $1500 flat fee for all "Free Speech Parades" with over 3000 attendees (suddenly cops have incentive to over estimate crowds), the reason for this fee is to recover city expenses associated with law enforcement for the marches (basically 20-30 cops on overtime parked in intersections on the march route "directing traffic", something I did after school in the 4th grade as a volunteer). The actually city expense is estimated to be $10-$15,000, so the city manager said $1500 was a bargain, and since the city didn't exercise it's right to collect the "actual costs" for the past 2 years the new rule should be accepted.

There are obvious problems with the city managers thinking: why pay cops to do something 9 year olds can do for free, isn't police service part of what taxes already pay for, why are people expected to ask for permission to assemble, and the biggie: WHY WASN'T THIS A PROBLEM UNTIL MASSIVE NUMBERS OF BROWN PEOPLE STARTED MOVING?

So this was supposed to be a quickie and I'll cut to the chase so I can get some sleep and come back to this in the AM.

After what Mayor Bob Blanchard said was over 30 public comments (I didn't count) all against ANY fee. There was a go round of the city council explaining their positions and thinking. My summations are anything but unbiased.

Bob Blanchard (mayor): retired law enforcement, unable to think critically about anything a cop says, if a cop says there needs to be 30 cops pulling OT sitting in their cars watching the march go by, then that's what there needs to be... but maybe the city can be big hearted... but 10 cents on the dollar for the safety that cops bring is a lot of bang for the buck... and I got some very nasty e-mails and phone calls that I won't report on the content of other than to say they are in support of even higher fees... playing good cop bad cop by yourself is confusing Voted in support of the fee

John Sawyer (vice-mayor): Non-sequitor "last month we had to cut funding to 30 non-profits by 30% and eliminate it for next year, if we don't recover this $3000, we are taking out of the pockets of pregnant alcoholics"... what? this guy is hopeless, let's get him fired. Voted in support of the fee

Veronica Jacobi (council member): understands that protest is important, encourages folks to recycle and stay on the sidewalk... what? Voted against the fee

Lee Pierce (council member): closest to actually "getting it" on the council, talked about the march on Washington, and asks ironically if there was a fee for that... hell yeah! Voted against the fee

Susan Gorin (council member): wavered quite a bit, is concerned about the budget, realizes the $3K is a drop in the bucket (especially compared to the $60K that goes unrecovered from the Rose Parade and the Downtown Market)... OK, Voted against the fee

Carol Dean (council member): admonished us to act right, and reminded us that we were stealing from pregnant alcoholics... Sure thing weirdo, Voted against the fee

Jane Bender (council member): reminded me of my Grandma, and not in a good way, another admonishment to act responsibly with our new found ability to assemble in public and petition the government for redress of our grievances... OK OK OK, Voted against the fee

so for those keeping score: the two white guys voted for the fee, everyone else voted against it, even if it was for really confused and half-assed reasons in the end

leftover writer's strike goodness

2008-03-29T21:33:00.000-07:00

so...

the writer's strike allowed some unusually good things to end up on TV. Remember who's writing this (a guy with a closet full of comics, a wall full of action figures, and faith in the power of people to overthrow capitalism).

I just finished watching the last episode of Jericho (the whole time grinning and saying to Desiree "there is no way this is coming back for a third season"). To sum it up a nuclear attack on 22 US cities sets the stage for social disintegration and civil war. The first season is about how a plucky plains town pulls together to survive. The second season is about the US occupation of Iraq... err... I mean Kansas. It's good stuff. Lots of corn, and apocalypse, I love it. Plus the CIA agent monologues about individual responsibility to act right when it's obvious that the chain of command is unaccountable and totally nuts, while bleeding from a belly wound, while a bad-kid turned special ops military turned private contractor turned returning hero turned sheriff turned insurgent is driving him around in an ambulance with an improvised NUCLEAR FUCKING BOMB; and interlaced with this are scenes of a military commander resigning and convincing everyone in his command to walk with him, and the home town resistance preparing for (but ultimately punking out of) the long fight to cast off corporate/military domination. Torrent it, all of it, start to finish, then watch Jeremiah.

That Terminator show may actually end up a casualty of the strike... I think if the writers had been involved in the final editing process it would have been a lot better.

Now that Lost is down to a 13 episode season it feels manageable again.

And Supernatural completely half-assed it's way through the strike, with hilarious results... go torrent "mystery spot".

And Chuck and Reaper both rule.

but honestly, fuck TV.

what I've been really excited about is audio-drama podcasts. Yes, I AM THAT NERDY.

First go listen to Claybourne for real... and start at the beginning...

Okay, awesome right?

Now back to the nerding.

Any fans of Joss Whedon should be reading Buffy Season Eight and Angel After The Fall AND listening to Buffy Between the Lines. This was the show that started me on this audio-drama kick. The first couple episodes are cute in that "it's my friends band" way but by episode four the whole ensemble process has really hit it's stride and the actors/writers/editors/directors/producers are pulling things off at a near professional level. And what they are doing with the story and character arcs really fills in the between season gap well. I might even get around to submitting my application to do sound editing and be part of season two.

And you all know I'm hooked on Star Wars, which is much more understandable if you know my full bio, and my tumultuous relationship with... you guessed it... my Dad. Fortunately he's not trapped in armor, my Mother didn't lamely die of a broken heart, and I don't have a twin sister to make out with (yuck), but I am a whiny bumpkin with delusions of grandeur. Anyway check out Blue Harvest for an at times awesome and always adequate Star Wars fan service. Neal, the writer/director, is steeped in the Star Wars myth, he's taken a few characters and concepts abandoned by Lucas in early drafts, revivified them and made them his own and come out with a compelling story. The only short coming here is that it mimics too closely the film serials that inspired Lucas. Some resolutions to cliff hangers are a bit too contrived but I suppose that is part of the form (and story, and myth).

The Sonic Society drops 5 hours a month of the best audio-drama-cinema/pulp radio/whatever, every month. My tastes are far too much in accord with Jack and Shannon to even pretend objectivity. Besides these are the folks responsible for Firefly: Old Wounds, which now that I think of it may have been what got me hooked on this stuff, so not pretending to be objective and moving right along...

The March 25th Sonic Society had a promo for an upcoming Battlestar Galactica show from BrokenSea. Not some Jimi-Hendrix-indicates-that-Starbuck-is-a-Cylon Galactica of today, I'm talking full blown 1970's Egyptianesque flight helmet wearing Mormons in space... too bad you can't see the Cylons or the flight helmets.

blogging in the real world?

2007-12-18T09:30:00.000-08:00

so I've been writing in that self-selected echo chamber myspace for most of the past year.

see... I go there anyway after work most days, to pretend like I'm hanging out with friends,

and posting in one place is easier than posting in two...

but there I'm only writing for people who (mostly) already know me...

thanks to the triumvirate of rain, the housing market crash, and economic slow down I have some free time (meaning I'm unable to find someone who wants to rent me) today, I'll be moving stuff over from Myspace and augmenting the posts.

nerd con

2007-05-28T23:22:00.000-07:00

I flew down to LA for 26 hours to go to this big ass convention for the 30th anniversary of Star Wars.

If you know me, you know that Star Wars plays the the same role in my life that the bible does for some other folks... except that I know Star Wars is a bunch of made-up bullshit, and I'm not about to kill anyone over it. But it did give me a mythological backbone for my ideas about change and freedom and cooperation and good and evil and truth. The core story is a about a kid who starts out wanting to free his fellow slaves, then he's indoctrinated by a secretive and powerful cult that denies amorous love, then he goes ape shit nuts trying to figure out how to have it both ways, then he decides the only way to bring peace is to consolidate power, then his kids call bullshit and he kills the bad guy and is redeemed all in a 13 or 14 hour cycle with spaceships and laserswords and hairydog men. Change a few names and you've got Gilgamesh, or Dorothy, or Yi, Rupe, Ajax, Finn, etc.

Last time I went to a nerd convention I was really bothered by the triumphant "I am so great" attitude of the mouth of Lucasfilm, my P.O. Box neighbor, Steve Sansweet. Maybe I've been suckered by the geek solidarity that comes from seeing hundreds of Stormtroopers march in formation, or some guy in a Boba Fett costume fly over the LA Convention Center courtyard in an actual jet pack, or 4 year old kids saying "I'm not afraid of monsters, cuz I have a lightsaber," or the schmaltzy sentimentality of a giant toy maker producing an action figure in memory of a little girl that died of brain cancer; but it seems that Lucas has enjoyed some kind of reality check. The focus of this convention was the fans, and the creative careers and hobbies fans have built, from costuming, to fan films, to car mods, to those guys with that Robot Chicken show.

There is not a doubt in my mind that Star Wars is little more than a money pump for George, but I think he's definitely realized that if he doesn't let other folks play in the sandbox, he'll end up kind of lonely. That massages my wallet enough to keep consuming, plus the animated and live-action TV shows might be enough of a carrot to get me to write regularly and well.

cops kill kids

2007-03-17T14:37:00.000-07:00

for background go here and search "Jeremiah Chass". For an historical context check here and here and here. Don't forget the annual police riot on Cinco de Mayo, roving check points to impound vehicles from folks too poor to keep up registration and insurance, rumors of pending ICE raids...

Sonoma County has a self-image as a bucolic refuge from the urban centers of Oakland, San Jose, and San Francisco. It's close enough to enjoy the cultural benefits, distant enough to ignore the social problems. This county's perception of itself is built on a lot of pseudo-religious feel-good new-age bullshit. People hope to shop their way to better tomorrow at Whole Foods and the Harmony Festival. People hope to meditate their way to a better tomorrow, by visualizing world peace. People expect "community" to spring up fully formed from nothing more than a good idea.

Unfortunately the only way that things actually happen is if they get done. For this to happen someone has to do them.

Our society gives unquestioned authority to police. Police can kill kids who are freaking out because their parents want to lock them up, and get away with it.

If we are going to change this we have to change it. We have to take the right that cops have to legitimately use violence without question or repercussion away from them.

In 2005 cops killed more residents of Sonoma County than criminals did.

The local media doesn't even print police call logs.

In fact early reports of Jeremiah's murder make it clear that local reporters had no idea how to get public records.

three times dumb

2007-02-28T08:58:00.000-08:00

today I'll catch up with a three fer.

Sunday:

Cynicism coupled with irony was funny for about half a season of South Park, since then it has infiltrated every aspect of American discourse. When the voice of reasoned liberal maintenance of the status-quo talks about citizen participation in the judicial process as a negative, it is an illustration of the goals of the liberal status quo. Liberals just like conservatives are happy to have an entrenched political class, professional decision makers, who preside with benevolence over us plebes. By the bottom of the article jury duty is summarized as a possibly enjoyable public service, but for the first 8 paragraph it echoes the common whining that surely isn't news. Nowhere in the article is jury nullification mentioned, no where in the article is the idea of "a jury of peers" examined, nowhere in the article are intersections of race and class and ability to take a week off work discussed.

It only took four years of war, 600,000 dead Iraqis, 3000 dead GI's, and the collapse of the president's legitimacy for the Press Democrat to be able to parse the "support the troops" jingoism from the actual human desire to keep loved ones safe. Now if it could examine the legitimacy of the spit on soldier myth or it could remind the world who it was that: opposed and the Vietnam War Memorial and who designed it, who it was that cynically and jingoisticaly tried to buy the vets off 15 years after the wars end, finally someone needs to research and write about the cold shoulder Veterans of Foreign Wars and the American Legion gave to vets returning from southeast Asia.

Suicide by cop is a public relations creation. There is no recognized psychological syndrome called "suicide by cop", there is no researched sociological phenomenon called "suicide by cop". The phrase "suicide by cop" has been coined by law enforcement agencies and their apologists who try to divert, disrupt and discount any questioning of police power and authority. Even accepting the lay definition offered here Thurston was unarmed and fleeing from police, the glove don't fit.

Santa Rosa city council still fails to understand that downtown Santa Rosa is blighted by the mall and 101. This $3 million waste is the latest effort to avoid the truth. Maybe if the Santa Rosa City Council was more than a glorified block association for the affluent Montgomery neighborhood, some truth could get spoken.

Once again ceremony has been turned into a commodity.

If Ann Richards is a visionary rebel leader WE ARE FUCKED.

Hey look it's not news but it's scary and there's a movie on the way.

About fucking time now maybe some of the wealth made by slaves can get to their descendants? Oops there's my Marx showing...

If Pat Robertson was calling for my assassination I'd be stocking up on guns too.

Monday:

I wonder what were folks in California would rank the war on their list of concerns versus... I dunno... spandex clad billboards. I wonder why there hasn't been a rolling interruption of business as usual up and down the state for a week solid to discuss the war?

More happiness at the corner of profit and charity still no acknowledgement of human rights... you know like food, clothes, shelter, education, health care.

After several decades of annexation plans rejected for their bald faced racism suddenly the Press Democrat is reporting on Roseland a developers wet dream: depressed property values from the a combination of white flight, county neglect of the infrastructure, a fictional blight of crime, and large undeveloped tracts.

Tuesday:

Surprise surprise stonewalling disguised as concern for officer safety.

Maybe Jesus does love you after all, no wait that was money from PEOPLE that kept the shelter open.

The scale of this one man crime spree probably exceeds the economic impact of every boosted Ipod and car stereo in the county for a year, but it won't get discussed in those terms. The most telling part is that he had over $1 million in stuff that no one knew was missing, and that up to half of it was viewed as obsolete trash that Agilent was going to write off as a loss. Do you understand that? $500,000 worth of perfectly usable machines were seen as "last generation" so they were going to be tossed out and written off from the corporations books. It's an accounting scam, a tax cheat, corruption. No one will talk about it that way either.

This is what happens when a reporter puts a by-line on a police press release. Warrants are public records, the reporter could have found out what the warrants were actually for instead of parroting the menace of "no bail warrant". And what exactly is "suspicion of possessing a concealed gun in a car" is the suspicion that the concealed gun was in the woman's car at the time of arrest? or is it that she had a loaded gun in plain view in a car? or that she had a gun in car at some time in the past?

An undumbable force

2007-02-24T08:41:00.000-08:00

Since the 70's, with the convergence of war damaged, err... I mean..., battle ready vets and a war at home against the radical left, Special Weapons And Tactics (SWAT) teams have become a fixture of nearly ever police force large enough to have more than two employees. SWAT teams are sold to the public as what is neccessary to keep them safe from todays sophisticated criminal gangs. In popular culture SWAT teams are the armored guys who clear the hotel just in the nick of time before the dusky badguy levels the place. In real life SWAT teams are much like rookie soldiers in a certain forgein occupation: they have no idea what's going on "He was believed to be armed and posed a threat to officers, although no weapon was immediately found, Briggs said."; they are focused on the safety of the team not the safety of the public "Motel guests were startled by the shooting."; they are not accountable to they people they are supposedly serving. If the man they shot can't be identified, and the woman they're holding can't be identified, how can anyone confirm they have the people they were looking for?

Another thrilling success at the intersection of profit and charity. Dead in the park at 62, let's see carry the one... he would have been 19 in 1964... at the risk of making too many assumptions: way to support the troops folks! Those bumper magnets really are getting all the hard work done.

This is what happens when you fuck with the cops in Cotati. Even if you are a respected local politico. If Kirchmann was drunk and abusive, isn't it 6 weeks enough time for charges to be filed? Kirchmann's charges of harrassment are 100% investigatable, but it seems the local paper doesn't do that.

Cops are weird people.

For everyone who hasn't looked hard at the Kennedy/Johnson years, or Carter, or Clinton here is your first lesson in the futility of the Democratic Party. All the US needs to do in Iraq is, to quote the house from Amityville, get out.

I'm sure all you all either run into or perpetuate the "best system" ever bullshit. Secret prisons, secret evidence, torture... yep, best ever... at fucking sucking ass. I realize that this story is about those Frenchified wimps up north, but that secret evidence, secret prisons and torture are only on the mind of most US citizens as tired plot motivators on 24 is a real problem.

And finally Walter Reed, these stories and the public reaction to them is the best illustration of what "support the troops" means, it's a jingoism for "shut up and die." New paint and sweeping up the mouse turds won't address the real problems raised in the original report, check this.

Funny how so many important stories get run on Saturday.

the dumbening continues

2007-02-23T08:04:00.000-08:00

day two:

There's been a bit of a virtual dust up over homeless people hanging out at the Sonoma County Library main branch. My suspicion is that the complainers are a loud small group with an axe to grind about both the visable poor and libraries. Leave it to a librarian to understand that homelessness is a complex social, political and economic problem, that won't be solved by criminalizing poverty; and leave it to the desk jockeys to appease whiney NIMBY's.

In all the paranoia about sex offenders almost no one checks facts. I searched for the accused in the linked article in both the national database and the state that he is supposedly registered in. Guess what... no hits. Remember cops lie, reporters are lazy. Other fun facts about sex offenders: urinating in public is a sex offense, in CA if a 19 year old has consensual sex with a 16 year old the 19 year old has committed a sex offense (guilty, btw). The best part about the current hysteria in CA is that new laws have ensured the creation of remote ghettos populated by at least a higher proportion of, if not entirely, sex offenders... it'll be like Village of the Damned, but with baby fucking, or at least a lot of peeing on the exterior walls.

With flat standardized test scores, reporters are still unable to question the official line. Maybe standardized tests measure a standardized skill in a standardized group, and maybe human learning is a multifaceted complex phenomenon effected by culture, personal interest, and other social factors. But what the fuck do I know I picked punk rock and malt liquor over skool.

Does everyone remember the shit storm that the Argus-Courier (unfortunately their website has been gutted and turned it a giant ad for Petaluma's new boutique couture) and Press Democrat brought down on the People's Revolutionary Organization last fall? Funny how a homeowner who actually committed thousands of acts of vandalism is held up as a folk hero. Then the piece ends with an admonishment to not do what he did. Fact is what the "pot-hole animal" did worked, and it worked because of how public consciousness works; political, social, and cultural campaigns use propaganda, stark images, and loud interruptions of the complacent because that's what it takes to get people to examine their lives. What the "pot hole animal" shows us is that once the public mind has been changed things like "the law" don't matter anymore.

new style?

2007-02-22T08:10:00.000-08:00

okay I'll be posting links to stories from the local daily that get my teeth grinding for hopefully obvious reasons.

First are rectangles squares? The whole premise is so maddeningly dumbening that we are all stupider for having read the lead. Epithets will always be slang, epithets are crude street language...slang! I understand that it is hard to write a deep piece about social values and the intersections of political consensus and teenage behavior, but cracker please this is totally half assed.

Next up we have the cause celeb for the local good germans, check out the reader comments "shut up...obey" is my personal favorite. Too bad the reporter lacks the ability to refer to the bill of rights and settled case law.

Mississippi circa 1950 anyone? Here the Press Democrat utterly fails to mention that this is what happens when a medical system is motivated by profit or charity, instead of basic human rights. I guess examining fundamental motives has to be left to high school drop out, drug addict, loud mouths.

And finally Jesus doesn't love you any more. 'Nuff said.

non-sequitur: did everyone catch the Stan Lee cameo in Heroes on Monday?

When whitey dies people listen

2006-10-31T22:54:00.000-08:00

Check here for background and context.

Brad Will was an anarchist journalist, he was murdered on the barricades in Oaxaca last week. On the day Brad was killed so were two other people: a teacher, Emilio Alonso Fabián, from the Los Loxicha region; and a neighborhood resident named Esteban López Zurita. The conflict in Oaxaca has been boiling for years and jumped up in the past five months. Predictably Brad's murder inspired a lot of action back in the states, most of which recognized Brad's role as a journalist and as such an observer of and interloper in the struggle. The vast majority of "movement" press (by "movement" press I mean everything left of Democracy Now!) covered this story well, parsing Brad's long history as an activist from the situation in Oaxaca, and using the personal angle presented by Brad's murder by state agents as a hook for interest in the long term fight in Oaxaca.

Almost as predictably there has been a backlash against the percieved lionizing, and in some cases even remembering or honoring Brad's life and work. You see Brad is white and american, and if there is something that the american left has always been good at it is a ass-backwards understanding of white privilege. If Brad was a frat boy who died at a donkey show in TJ, this would be easy to lay to rest. But Brad was a committed life long activist. So how do we define him? By what he choose to do with his life? Or by some accidents of birth? How do we address the privilege that he did enjoy? Was it something he used to expose the system that provided it? Or was it something he unconsciously ignored? And how do we use the conversations sparked by his murder? Do we castigate the "stupid white kids" who didn't know anything about Oaxaca before this? Do we rail against the system of power and privilege that gave Brad the ability to travel and be a witness and journalist?

One thing about white supremacy and white privilege is it's perniciousness, everyone is fucked up by it and most aren't consciously aware of it. When something like Brad's murder happens it is an opportunity to expose white power and white privilege. When whitey dies people notice. I don't think it is crass or exploitative to take advantage of that, it's pragmatic. Also to not call attention to Brad's death and Brad's life and Brad's work and Brad's struggle because Brad was/is white is just about the most misdirected confused conflation of the personal and the political that I can think of. It's almost as dumb as me refusing to go to college because I would be taking advantage of my privilege, I can guarantee you that no oppressed person got my vacancy at where ever it was I didn't go to college, I can also guarantee that the spot went to some soulless dot comer. Yes all the martyrs in Oaxaca (and everywhere else) deserve every bit of attention Brad is going to get, no Palestinian should have to live in Rachael's shadow either, and no tree in Judi's. But we are damaged by the world we have come into, we often don't see things until they happen to someone "like" us, and if Brad's death can get one latte sipping hipster to examine white privilege, to think about international solidarity, to realize that their ease and privilege is directly related to exploitation and extraction abroad and at home, then I'll happily show his work to them.

While I agree that challenging systemic white supremacy and white privilege is crucial, and resolving it's interpersonal damage is imperative, I think expecting inexperienced folks who's first exposure to the situation in Oaxaca is the state sponsored murder of an anarchist journalist who happens to be a white american to spontaneously understand that their sympathy and empathy for Brad should also be felt for everyone else on the ground in Oaxaca forgets what white supremacy does to white people, they don't have to think about it, it's the norm. Relationships and consciousness that can be built from people's gut empathy is where this kind of critical analysis can be useful. An approach of "he was a white guy, forget about him" is a bit cock-eyed. That approach ignores reality. In the grossest terms: reality is that white americans only pay attention to the deaths of white americans. To expect that to change without there being a countervailing norm (like one that honors all life, or a broad movement of international solidarity) forgets the work we have to do. We have to change peoples minds. I don't mean issue based arm twisting, I mean we have to change the way people think, the values they base their decisions on, their view of the world around them. Brad did that work, everyday as far as I can tell. And somebody better fucking say so.

If we don't recognize the exceptional path Brad took, we are saying there was nothing special about it. If we don't recognize the exceptional end of his life, we are saying there was no value in it. If we forget his contribution we are doing everything we can to undo it.

troublemakers

2006-06-18T21:13:00.000-07:00

troublemakers
Originally uploaded by general grumpypants.

you know, I can't possibly describe how awesome it feels to have friends and friendships that survive the most heinous self-inflicted nihilism.

nudity

2006-06-18T21:07:00.000-07:00

nudity
Originally uploaded by general grumpypants.

for our last show Jon got naked, Tom got hand cramps, I got a sinus infection, Muhammad was unaffected by anything, and we all had a fucking great time

black box is over

2006-05-28T19:50:00.000-07:00

My band of the past 6 or 7 years (I really don't remember if it was 99 or 2000 when we started) is done. We are playing our last show on June 11th at the Phoenix Theater in Petaluma. The show is a book release party for Flowers In The Sidewalk a book about a rather notorious punk house at 714 Humboldt in Santa Rosa. You should come out the show starts at 5pm, and Black Box's set could be one of the most socially uncomfortable experiences of your life. It's not often that one can witness a rock-n-roll meltdown 6 or 7 years in the making.

A day with 10,000 immigrants

2006-05-01T20:58:00.000-07:00

The local daily gives the cop head count for today at 7,500. Typically I double the cop number, but today I'm amiable or they are only 2500 from honest. So let's call it 10,000.

I posted this over at indybay, and it'll have to do for now, cuz I'm pooped. I'll ramble more later about the organizing model, which I'd compare to the famous March on Washington.

that immigration thing

2006-04-13T22:53:00.000-07:00

To even enter into the fray of the current immigration debate I'd have to:

1) accept that borders are anything more than imaginary lines
2) pretend that people who are walking distance from a better life won't walk to a better life
3) pretend that language and culture determine the intrinsic worth of humans
4) pretend that the "labor market" is anything more than some made up bullshit to keep poor people fighting each other

if you want me to get more in depth I'd point here.Not that victor speaks for me, but he's plenty smart.

oh and my brother made this poster

denying Hersh

2006-04-11T08:14:00.000-07:00

Seymour Hersh has stirred up a bit of troule with this. The vigor with which it is being denied, has me thinking he's onto something. Without a doubt there is contingency planning that includes the possibility of nuking Iran. But there is also contingency planning for invasion from Canada.

What is most distrubing about the discussion of Hersh's writing is the use of "we," reporters and journalists refering to US military plans and planners as "we" says volumes about what is happening in the US today.

back?

2006-04-08T17:43:00.000-07:00

I've been busy, new house, new dog, new job. But my brother insists that I have "important" things to say. I think I just say them prettier than him. So I'll be saying them more often.

I have been thinking about spinning off another somthing and calling it "myjackassneighbor.com" sort of a crack head tinkerer version of all those revenge photo sites. This is definately not very important.

I am working on a piece about the hip-hop reniansance that is threatening to break loose this summer. 3 new Public Enemy records in 12 months, plus 2 greatest hits records, maybe a Flav solo record, a DVD concert and video retrospective, and double CD audio documents of the Nation of Millions and Fear of a Black Planet era's. Ice Cube is putting out his first solo record in 6 years, he's squashed the Don Mega persona, the lyrics for the first two singles remind me of Amerikkka's Most Wanted era, in other words a good resurgence of his attitude, politics and intellect. Plus Caitlin's bringing me a promo of the new Coup record as I type. Guerilla Funk continues to release great records at a break neck pace. All in all promising developments.

"excited delirium" or "jackasses unable to correctly state facts"

2006-04-03T18:47:00.000-07:00

The local daily has once again made it's readers dumber or angrier, depending on their subjective disposition. In this article about "excited delirium", a new rationalization for police murder, Derek J. Moore states that "excited delirium,' a controversial medical condition marked by extreme agitation that has been blamed for at least one Sonoma County death and dozens more nationwide." The local case he's talking about is the Dec. 7 murder of Michael Tolosko. Tolosko was killed by police, not a panic attack, not methamphetamine, but 3 consecutive Taser shots, which rendered him unconscious,the police then hog tied him with maximum restraint cord. The coroner lists the cause of death as "cardio-respiratory arrest", considering this was the result of a struggle followed by binding, any coroner who knew his trade and had a shred of conscience would call it homicide. If I shocked someone until they were unconscious and then tied them up and left them restrained even though they were unable to breathe, what would you call it?

Excited delirium is just a pseudo-medical excuse for cops to hide behind. "Suicide by cop" has obvious troubles gaining traction in the granola covered hills of Sonoma County, so some pencil pusher at the Sheriff's Department or Coroner's office dug up some crap about "excited delirium" and forwarded it to Mr. Moore, and Moore gets to play reporter. This oozes bullshit, especially when the surviving family has been cut out of the discussion, Tolosko's mother called the police for help and ended up with a dead kid.

Class Bias

2005-10-07T08:33:00.000-07:00

Just glancing at the front page of the PD today; Jimmie Rogers' empty unfinished house burning lands on the front page, while a woman dying in a fire destroying a mobile home is buried. What does this say? Seems that Louisiana isn't the only place with a murderous class bias.

greatest ideas ever

2005-09-16T08:14:00.000-07:00

I used to work with my friend Scott, when I wasn't grumbling or scowling we came up with some awesome ideas. He wrote about them here and here. They're damn funny. So are Cheat Commandos

Local Kid Makes Good

2005-09-12T22:28:00.000-07:00

Jacob Applebaum used to frequent Santa Rosa Food Not Bombs, where I sometimes ribbed him about using the royal "we" to describe the project. He has spent the past year consistently impressing me, first cruising to Iraq and delievering some of the best technerd on the streets blogging I've ever read, now he's in NOLA working his ass off to document the scene and improve the quality of life of the holdouts. He grew up alright. To mar myself with an odious retro slogans: "Jacob Applebaum, live like him"

Robert "King" Wilkerson found and safe, Ahmad Nelson abandoned in prison

2005-09-07T22:54:00.000-07:00

I posted earlier about Robert "King" Wilkerson, he has been located and is safe. He wa s interviewed on Flashpoints on Tuesday the show can be downloaded here, the interview with King starts around minute 8.

Ahmad Nelson is also mentioned in that earlier post. I just recieved this e-mail:

Ahmad Nelson, a native of New Orleans, was in the Orleans Parish Prison on the day the Hurricane hit. He was there on trumped up charges of trespassing (he is a black male, and this happens to him all-too frequently).

A really good friend of mine is close friends with him (they have a baby boy together) and just talked to him over the phone. Ahmad is in Houston now, with a portion of his family.

Ahmad told Maga (my friend) that he was LEFT IN ORLEANS PARISH PRISON, along with every other prisoner, when the Hurricane hit and the flood waters rose. The prison guards and other staff left, evacuated the prison and left the inmates there to fend for themselves - most of which were locked in their cells (the cell doors were stuck due to power outages).

Ahmad tells of riots and total panic within the prison as it started filling with water. He says "the whole prison is going to have to be rebuilt" as the inmates literally tore the place apart, trying to escape anyway they could.

Ahmad went four days and nights locked in the prison WITHOUT ANY FOOD OR WATER.

It is unclear to me how he escaped, but he did, and swam what he said seemed like MILES in flood waters feet above his head (he is over 6" tall) until he finally came to an interestate bank above the flood waters... Along his swimming path he tells of seeing people throwing their babbies and themselves into the water, starved and tired after being alone, stuck on their rooftops for over four days and nights in the summer sun without any food, water or shelter - or any relief in sight.

Ahmad is safe now, miraculously. He is in Houston and has found many members of his family their. I am not sure where they are going next, but am told, amazingly that they are in good spirits and are very positive and happy to be with eachother.

My friend Maga and I are working with friends in Houston to ensure that Ahmad and his family find proper care, etc.

I am writing this to those I know, as this is a story that I have yet to hear on the media - and it is a story that must be told!

It is one of the more disturbing stories outlining the examples of governmental neglect and racism towards the people of New Orleans.

I thought I would write friends and collegues to share this story, as I know many of you do work within independent (and public) media. If anyone would like to learn more about Ahmad's story and the story of the New Orleans prisoners left behind in the rising flood waters, please feel free to contact my good friend Maga. Her e.mail is :

Maga Merello
goodlittlebird@hotmail.com

She is on contact with Ahmad and his family on a day-to-day basis.

More "Good" News

2005-09-07T00:09:00.000-07:00

The grassroots are growing back

Notes From Inside New Orleans

by Jordan Flaherty

Friday, September 2, 2005

I just left New Orleans a couple hours ago. I traveled from the apartment I was staying in by boat to a helicopter to a refugee camp. If anyone wants to examine the attitude of federal and state officials towards the victims of hurricane Katrina, I advise you to visit one of the refugee camps.

In the refugee camp I just left, on the I-10 freeway near Causeway, thousands of people (at least 90% black and poor) stood and squatted in mud and trash behind metal barricades, under an unforgiving sun, with heavily armed soldiers standing guard over them. When a bus would come through, it would stop at a random spot, state police would open a gap in one of the barricades, and people would rush for the bus, with no information given about where the bus was going. Once inside (we were told) evacuees would be told where the bus was taking them - Baton Rouge, Houston, Arkansas, Dallas, or other locations. I was told that if you boarded a bus bound for Arkansas (for example), even people with family and a place to stay in Baton Rouge would not be allowed to get out of the bus as it passed through Baton Rouge. You had no choice but to go to the shelter in Arkansas. If you had people willing to come to New Orleans to pick you up, they could not come within 17 miles of the camp.

and resistance is building

Displaced New Orleans Community Demands Action, Accountability and Initiates A People's Hurricane Fund

Not until the fifth day of the federal government?s inept and inadequate emergency response to the New Orleans disaster did George Bush even acknowledge it was "unacceptable." "Unacceptable" doesn't begin to describe the depth of the neglect, racism and classism shown to the people of New Orleans. The government's actions and inactions were criminal. New Orleans, a city whose population is almost 70% percent black, 40% illiterate, and many are poor, was left day after day to drown, to starve and to die of disease and thirst.

The people of New Orleans will not go quietly into the night, scattering across this country to become homeless in countless other cities while federal relief funds are funneled into rebuilding casinos, hotels, chemical plants and the wealthy white districts of New Orleans like the French Quarter and the Garden District. We will not stand idly by while this disaster is used as an opportunity to replace our homes with newly built mansions and condos in a gentrified New Orleans.

Saw It Coming

2005-09-05T20:36:00.000-07:00

Got this today:

The October 2004 issue of National Geographic magazine contained an article that predicted the New Orleans disaster in detail. The article was written as though it were reporting on an event that had occurred, although it was predicting the future, not reporting on events that had occurred. It is chillingly accurate, and gives the lie to Bush and Homeland Security Czar Michael Chertoff's assertions that noone could have predicted this. National Geographic (and others as well) predicted it all too well.

Please forward widely.

Jack

http://www3.nationalgeographic.com/ngm/0410/feature5/

chilling

Anti-racist parlor game

2005-09-05T15:29:00.000-07:00

Last night a friend of mine was severly bothered by a dinnertime conversation of the "well, evacuation was mandatory and those people knew what was coming and didn't follow instructions" variety. I've been going to these leadership training classes at the local community college, where we have to suffer through an "ice-breaker" or "trust building" exercise every 45 minutes. I decided to combine two pet peeves into one minor annoyance:

The challenge of the game is that the players have leave one room for another, but they cannot use their arms, legs or roll.

The solution is to break the rules (or do some kind or legless version of the worm).

If this doesn't illuminate your bigoted aquaintences, you are allowed to talk them through the lesson is a condescending "I would have thought a fucking millionaire knew better" voice, or kick them in the teeth until they pass out.

Being unable to use arms legs or roll is an analog for not having a car or access to any liquid cash and being required to travel over 100 miles to safety with about 40 hours notice. The optional teeth kicking is an analog for the abandoned public transit system, and America's legacy of racism. I suppose you could add another layer and wait for the players to recover from the teeth kicking and then hit them in the head with a 2x4 while screaming "I'm the National Guard, HERE TO HELP, HERE TO HELP!"

Progress!

2005-09-05T15:23:00.000-07:00

My friend Caitlin sent me this link, I especially urge folks to aid FFLIC (Families and Friends of Louisiana's Incarcerated Children), who's contact info is about half way down the page.

what should we do

2005-09-04T09:27:00.000-07:00

Yesterday a good friend asked what we are going to do about the Gulf Coast. This was my answer:

depends on which "we" you're asking about, the "international proletariat we" will prolly have to suffer through crap like this for a (long) bit longer, the "progressives in america we" have a great chance to point out the utter impotence of the Democrats and the vicious amoral inhumanity of capitalism and the Republicans, the "sniviling do-gooder we" can send toys to kids (in process) adopt a hurricane refugee dog (in process) and just be nice to the people around us (working on it), the "cynical we" can wait for Sean Hannity et al to suggest that folks who can afford it should fly refugees to their homes where the refugees can stay for free in exchange for yard work and house keeping while ignoring the similarities between this arrangement and slavery, the "panic stricken fucking terrified we" should prolly turn off the TV and eat some ice cream while petting a cat or dog and then jerk-off, the "fan of teenage hooligans with gumption and a built in sense of social justice and community service we" should read this: and hope to fucking God we don't have to fly to Houston and spring Jabbor Gibson from jail.

I think the worst is over. I don't envy the folks that'll be cataloging the dead. I hope this derails the international permanent war, or at least costs the system some popular legitimacy. I hope that the Bay View and KPFT in Houston keep finding progressive community folks to give air time and print to and that some of those stories percolate out into the mainstream.

Honestly I've been trying to find someone from there that I can connect with personally and directly to help. I've also been thinking that some kind of fund to rebuild radical community infra-structure should exist, the typical charities are fine but I want to direct my $ to folks who will work for the long haul to make the world better not just to a short term Red Cross shelter.

xoxo

Ben

I wrote that before I read this

NEW ORLEANS — Combat operations are underway on the streets “to take this city back” in the aftermath of Hurricane Katrina.

“This place is going to look like Little Somalia,” Brig. Gen. Gary Jones, commander of the Louisiana National Guard’s Joint Task Force told Army Times Friday as hundreds of armed troops under his charge prepared to launch a massive citywide security mission from a staging area outside the Louisiana Superdome. “We’re going to go out and take this city back. This will be a combat operation to get this city under control.”

It seems like no matter what the people in power in this country will find a way to make the terrible worse.

I've been trying to connect directly with people from the Gulf Coast area without much success, I've also been trying to locate a dog to foster/adopt from the area. Of course it is easier to track down an object (to unfairly catagorize critters) than a person, and I found this form that enters info in a database used by animal shelters to place rescued animals. I'll continue to try to link up with real live people from the area and support their work.

DIY or die

2005-09-03T14:03:00.000-07:00

Eighteen-year-old Jabbor Gibson jumped aboard the bus as it sat abandoned on a street in New Orleans and took control.

"I just took the bus and drove all the way here...seven hours straight,' Gibson admitted. "I hadn't ever drove a bus."

The teen packed it full of complete strangers and drove to Houston. He beat thousands of evacuees slated to arrive there.

This kid is my hero

watch this or read this.

update: the above links are dead try this

faith based flood prevention

2005-09-02T07:00:00.000-07:00

"we believe that Katrina was in league with Al-Queda"

"the federal government will release funds to initiate a new anti-hurricane faith based prayer campaign"

"floods are unamerican, if you support water or large bodies of it you are a traitor"

okay those aren't actual quotes but they might as well be.

I've been looking into some folks that I know of from New Orleans because I am a media tool and only look folks up when bad things happen around them. I found out that Ahmad Nelson (who gets a shout out in the Black Box song Pigs and Murder) succesfully beat charges of cop killing, no indication of where he is now. If anyone knows please share it here. Unfortunately Robert "King" Wilkerson and several other key people from the Angola 3 campaign are still missing.

For those that haven't seen this yet it's white supremacy new and improved live from the news wire.

What is happening on the Gulf Coast is an accurate reflection of the priorities of capitalism, mitigated by the brutal ugliness of white power. Black peoople loot, white people find, "zero tolerance for looters," "shoot to kill." New Orleans has a 38% poverty rate (the federal measure of poverty is totally inaccurate, skewed towards minimizing the problem), one of the lowest personal vehicle ownership rates in the nation, and no subsidized evacutation transportation. Food, clothes and shelter are human rights, whether or not they are enumerated in the constitution. It is a basic assumption of free people that they have a right to eat and be warm. If there is an empty building full of food and water and clothes; and I'm wet and hungry and thirsty, I'm gonna take what I need. Throw some capitalism on the top of that and I'll be selling what I don't need because that is the name of the game. That is how capitalism works, scarcity = profit.

the morality of capitalism

2005-09-01T21:45:00.000-07:00

when Charles Hurwitz loots a Savings and Loan to clearcut a forest it is entrepenurial.

when someone in New Orleans takes a TV it is looting.

scream with me: ARRRRRGH!

the naked amorality of this system is blinding today. the top dog was on Good Morning America essentially saying if people on the Gulf Coast take food, water, clothes or medicine without paying they are criminals and will be prosecuted. people are literally dying in the designated waiting areas. there's some ivory tower blogger locked in a building off of the grid, with armed security, streaming video of the action outside and pretending he's Mad Max. from the safety of desktops everywhere people are debating the fine points of ethics and morality, which is a good thing, it'd be a great thing if it was coupled with an outpouring of action.

talk-action=0

moment of caring

2005-08-31T08:25:00.000-07:00

You are cleared to care for the next couple days about things like: global climate change, food distribution, wealth distribution. We did just have our own tsunami, as some jackass put it.

For the next few seconds it'll be alright to wonder outloud why it was the poor, elderly, and infirm who were unable to get out of the path of a hurricane that was seen coming for over a week.

Bask in the quivering sympathy, we're all humbled before the might of air and water.

Next week it'll be business as usual, more killing for freedom.

yeee-hah

ROAD TRIP!!!

2005-06-29T08:42:00.000-07:00

Black Box is gonna drive all over Northern CA during the first two weeks of July. Here's the dates:

July 4th at Warm Water Cove w/The Symptoms in SF 2pm
July 8th at Warm Water Cove w/Death By Excess in SF 2pm
July 12th at Fulcrum Records w/Gruk in Chico 7pm
July 14th at the Arcata Peace and Justice Center in Arcata 7pm
July 16th at Burnt Ramen w/Born Dead in Richmond 8pm

All shows are all ages and $5 or less (cuz getting paid is for posers)

After this we should be building a new studio, recording 7 new tunes and maybe putting out a CDEP.

If You Plan on Remembering Dead People

2005-06-06T12:50:00.000-07:00

You might want to listen to this, today on Against the Grain there was a great discussion of aging, death, and human consciousness and how they are affected by capitalism. Richard Lichtman was talking about his book Dying in America, which most of you all will do and certainly someone you care about will before you do, so maybe you should think on it and it's meaning a bit.

Buy Gas at Citgo

2005-06-02T09:06:00.000-07:00

Really you should ride your bike, if you're shopping for a vehicle buy a diesel or hybrid, if you're an engineer design a diesel-electric hybrid. If you're like me and work 15+ miles from home, need to pick up heavy materials for work, and bought your ride prior to any deep consciousness of the alternatives at the edges of the US fuel system, then get your gas as Citgo.

Published on Monday, May 16, 2005 by CommonDreams.org

Buy Your Gas at Citgo: Join the BUY-cott!

by Jeff Cohen

Looking for an easy way to protest Bush foreign policy week after week? And an easy way to help alleviate global poverty? Buy your gasoline at Citgo stations.
And tell your friends.

Of the top oil producing countries in the world, only one is a democracy with a president who was elected on a platform of using his nation's oil revenue to benefit the poor. The country is Venezuela. The President is Hugo Chavez. Call him "the Anti-Bush."
Citgo is a U.S. refining and marketing firm that is a wholly owned subsidiary of Venezuela's state-owned oil company. Money you pay to Citgo goes primarily to Venezuela -- not Saudi Arabia or the Middle East. There are 14,000 Citgo gas stations in the US. (Click here http://www.citgo.com/CITGOLocator/StoreLocator.jsp to find one near you.) By buying your gasoline at Citgo, you are contributing to the billions of dollars that Venezuela's democratic government is using to provide health care, literacy and education, and subsidized food for the majority of Venezuelans.

Instead of using government to help the rich and the corporate, as Bush does, Chavez is using the resources and oil revenue of his government to help the poor in Venezuela. A country with so much oil wealth shouldn't have 60 percent of its people living in poverty, earning less than $2 per day. With a mass movement behind him, Chavez is confronting poverty in Venezuela. That's why large majorities have consistently backed him in democratic elections. And why the Bush administration supported an attempted military coup in 2002 that sought to overthrow Chavez.

So this is the opposite of a boycott. Call it a BUYcott. Spread the word.

Of course, if you can take mass transit or bike or walk to your job, you should do so. And we should all work for political changes that move our country toward a cleaner environment based on renewable energy. The BUYcott is for those of us who don't have a practical alternative to filling up our cars.

So get your gas at Citgo. And help fuel a democratic revolution in Venezuela.

Jeff Cohen is an author and media critic (www.jeffcohen.org)

There are two Citgo's in Sonoma County, unfortunately they're partnered with 7-11 and add MTBE to the gas.

1. 7-ELEVEN 33277
2648 SANTA ROSA BLVD.
SANTA ROSA, CA 95407
(707) 544-1591
3.04 miles from the center

2. 7-ELEVEN 33389
1704 E. COTATI AVE.
ROHNERT PARK, CA 94928
(707) 792-0237
8.51 miles from the center

funny

2005-05-29T21:13:00.000-07:00

here

me on TV?

2005-05-24T16:30:00.000-07:00

I dunno if it'll end up in the abstracts or the video archive, but I just got interviewed by KFTY, about Cinco de Mayo. It'll be on at 7pm.

Update:

Man, did that ever suck. Next time I'll make sure I have a full time staff to prep me and a cool looking office to get interviewed in.

The Least Sucky Prequel Ever

2005-05-19T16:01:00.000-07:00

(possibly barring the early version of the Exorcist prequel)

Revenge of the Sith, feels familiar. The oppressive obvious evil, and thankfully finally characters I can care about. I actually gave a shit about Anakin this time, felt sorry for Padme and Obi-Wan, and Yoda got to trash talk the Emperor. Lucas hasn’t recaptured the glory of The Empire Strikes Back or Star Wars with this installment, but he has finished the story and sharpened its message.

The Good: Anakin’s slide toward evil, the Emperor revealed, the fall of the Jedi

The Bad: Lucas is still romantically dead, the wookies are just window dressing, the Frankenstein moment, I wanted more bitterness from Anakin at the end

The Ugly: the effects are too good there is no wonder left it’s all just eye candy, with four climactic light saber duels there is a distinct lack of the mid-fight plot development of the originals, the twin “surprise” ending

There are a bunch of plot holes that will leave fan boys (like me) losing sleep.

Best line goes to Padme: “this is how liberty dies, with thunderous applause”

some pre-Star Wars reading

2005-05-18T16:44:00.000-07:00

In the Guardian Lucas admits Star Wars has roots in reality and that he has an opinion about the real world. Lucas's interview and especially his Q&A in WIRED shed some light on why the prequels suck (read: are so drastically different in ambiance and tone than the originals), and give me some hope that he'll make at least one more truely great film (probably not this one or Indy 4).

Oh yeah, suprise, suprise Kevin Smith loves Revenge of the Sith and the New Yorker doesn't.

white people have thin skin

2005-05-18T14:44:00.000-07:00

There is a burgeoning new conversation about the nature of white supremacy, how to be an effective anti-racist, the meaning of the term “race traitor”, and a genuine asking of if it is possible for white people to escape whiteness in the world today.

I’m going to make several assumptions for the purpose of this post, that white supremacy exists, that white supremacy has been at the crux of the lefts impotence for the past 30 years, that white supremacy is a complex social/power structure, that white supremacy is not a personality trait, that white supremacy doesn’t have an on/off switch.

Over at Anarchist People Of Color’s website there is an article that, while approaching sectarian sniping, presents core ideas I’m sympathetic to. White privilege and white supremacy are fundamental parts of the ruling power structure. White people who think that white privilege can be left behind after going to some workshops, need to think some more (snarking aside the CWS workshops are vital, useful and important). Bring The Ruckus respond to APOC’s article with their own slide towards sniping, but also make many good points, it’s a good primer on Race Traitor Theory, which boils down to acting right. When a white person witnesses another white person abusing (or even using) the power vested in them by the complex social structure of white supremacy, it is always right to call it out for what it is, people who say they are concerned with social change have an obligation to act right.

What disturbs me the most about both of these articles is the self righteous tone. What is the real concern here, dismanteling white power or sounding like a know it all? This kind of self-referential writing and insider bickering has kept the good ideas of the left from spreading. Whether or not I’m fully satisfied with the development of Race Traitor Theory, it definitely brings a deeper understanding and higher level of conversation than today’s popular “reverse-racism” pabulum. It is an idea worth talking about and struggling over.

Socialists are often criticized for subordinating race to class. Today the left seems to conflate race and class (poor people/workers = people of color). This view doesn’t reflect reality; most workers, welfare recipients, and poor people in the US are white. If the left cannot find away to speak to those people, we will continue to lose. The advantage to a simple socialist world view is that it attempts to flatten oppression, this also doesn’t reflect reality, a black homeless vet is gonna get harassed more often than a white homeless vet even if every other fact is their lives are identical. However the socialist organizing model makes sense, if white workers can be brought into class consciousness, it doesn’t take much to expose white supremacy.

Yesterday Hard Knock Radio, interviewed Adam Mansbach author ofAngry Black White Boy. Mansbach, like me, is a white Hip-Hop fan. Unlike me he became an active participant in Hip-Hop, while I continued to smoke the punk rock and visit Hip-Hop for the Public Enemys and NWAs. Angry Black White Boy is a race novel in the tradition of Invisible Man, the twist is the protagonist is a white college freshman determined to be down, and show black people what Hip-Hop is all about. I think this book and Jeff Chang's recent Hip-Hop history will add crucial elements to the renewed wrestling with white supremacy. This conversation needs to continue, but it also needs to result in practice and that practice needs to be summed up and discussed. Rinse and repeat.

look it's me

2005-05-16T00:12:00.000-07:00

yep it's also a good place to go kick it and cast off the man's oppresion, if only for 10 or 15 minutes at a time.

Serenity

2005-05-06T14:19:00.000-07:00

Last night instead of Copwatching I saw the rough cut of Serenity the big screen follow-up to Joss Whedon's brilliant TV series Firefly.

If you are a fan of Whedon or Firefly, the movie is awesome; if not you might have trouble tracking the ten character main cast. I'd suggest begging, borrowing, or stealing the DVD's of Firefly to understand the nuances of Inayra, Book, Kaylee, Zoe, and Wash; otherwise they'll come off as underdeveloped foils for Mal (which really is all they are, as Mal died in everyway but physically after emerging from a civil war on the losing side; the crew of his boat are expressions of all the parts of himself that he has cut-off). It opens with a long multi-layered flashback/dream/history lesson that effectively sets-up the world of the film, then quickly sets up the conflict and then the first hilarious and terrifying action sequence. I'm damn glad that Reavers (screaming, cannibalistic, self-mutilating, rapists with spaceships) aren't real

Serenity successfully rises above the overblown TV show feel of some of Whedon's other big screen projects, most notably Alien: Resurrection. The big action set pieces are just candy, the meat of this movie is the characters and the story. The tone is significantly darker than the series, the stakes are higher, it really feels like everyone is going to die at several points. I choked up at a couple of the more vicious turns, someting I haven't felt from a movie since Ricky Baker got killed in Boyz in the Hood.

Hopefully this will get punched up over the summer, the print I saw needed color correction, some sound work, and some more transit shots.

The real treat was the intro and Q&A doled out by Alan Tudyk and Gina Torres this kind of fan appreciation is rare, and illustrates the crucial genius of Whedon and his crew. They understand that popular culture is a conversation between the creators and the viewer/participants, they don't sit in a tower and spit out a product every couple of years to rake in a bit more cash. They are passionate about the stories they tell, who they tell them to, and how they are told. Input, feedback and questions are cherished, not dismissed as fanboy revisionism.

Science fiction has always been away to talk about the world we live in. Now that Whedon is unencumbered by Fox TV, he has some very pointed comments to make about where we are living, what we are doing, and most importantly how we think about it.

scary or funny or both

2005-04-29T19:42:00.000-07:00

I recently heard a story about local army recruiters literally kidnapping a kid, I'm chasing the details of that, but until that gets unraveled check this. I found it at one good move.

Then if you need to chill just listen here. The song is by the party party

Finals are almost over, the shop is open, the last big hurdle is home buying and moving, then I should be up in here shooting off my big mouth some more.

where have I been?

2005-03-31T21:51:00.000-08:00

huffing paint, hanging sheetrock, stocking books over here the grand opening thingy will be Mayday

go here and read

2005-03-29T19:41:00.000-08:00

http://shawnewald.blogspot.com/2005/03/what-do-we-do-now.html

Yippeee

2005-03-23T08:32:00.000-08:00

I just watched episode 21 of the Star Wars cartoon and I'm 7 years old, gonna go play with spaceships, see ya.

By the way I'm writing something about the local UFW contract struggle with Gallo, and the reconstituted MEChA chapter at SRJC, and maybe something about the red-baiting SRJC Republican Club (a member of which also edits the campus newspaper, so I'm doubting my stuff'll see print there)

A Culture Of Resistance

2005-03-13T16:12:00.000-08:00

a blurb I wrote for the Northbay Progressive about the Food Not Bombs group I work with.

Santa Rosa Food Not Bombs has held a weekly protest against war, capitalism and poverty for over four years. Every Sunday at 5pm in Courthouse Square, at the corner of 3rd and Mendocino in downtown Santa Rosa, free food is served to all takers along with progressive literature, art, music and conversation. Food Not Bombs links the issues of war, huger, poverty and capitalism by publicly asking why there is money for bombs but not for food. We answer the question by salvaging food that has been removed from market shelves and restaurant tables, and serving fresh free healthy vegan meals.

In these days of increasing repression and the current culture of complacency and complicity, it is crucial to build a culture of resistance. Food Not Bombs is activism on the “duh” level of human consciousness; capitalism creates poverty, capitalism creates waste food, Food Not Bombs brings the two together illustrating the failings of the marketplace. We model a different way for people to relate to power and wealth. Instead of the status quo where power comes down from above via police, bosses or bureaucrats; we organize people with a common interest (eating) to secure a common goal (food) and exercise our collective power to make our vision (a meal) real. We also remove food from the marketplace and insist that it is a human right to eat, demonstrating a way for everyone to get what they need by working together and sharing resources. Food Not Bombs does not claim to be a stand alone solution for the problems of war and capitalism. It is a protest and a glimpse of future possiblities.

We always need help. We reuse pint sized or larger plastic food containers as serving dishes, which can be dropped off at the Peace and Justice Center. Food can be brought directly to a serving, or call Ben at 707-544-3266 to arrange a pick up. Establishing new serving times and locations has been a goal for awhile. To do this we need more volunteers, a few more kitchens and more food. Currently we get food donations from Community Market and the Redwood Empire Food Bank, occasionally a few industrious dumpster divers will share their finds with us. We need someone skilled at schmoozing grocery store produce managers to secure new donations for us. Every day grocery stores throw out perfectly good food because it’s ugly or reached it’s sell by date. We would like to recover and serve all of it. We meet twice a month at the Free Mind Media Infospace, 546 Pacific Ave, call Ben at 707-544-3266 for dates and times, or come by any serving and introduce yourself.

secret desire

2005-03-12T16:15:00.000-08:00

I've been thinking about looking for work as a video game designer for awhile, read this and you'll have an idea why, especially the Greg Costikyan rant

why do "they" hate "us" (in progress)

2005-03-07T14:38:00.000-08:00

In one of the fan documentaries, about the anticipation of the Star Wars prequels, there is a scene that juxtaposes Kosovar refugees queued up for UN relief rations with Star Wars fans queued up for Episode One toys. Now while the US occupies Iraq, Star Trek fans can muster dozens to protest the cancelation of Enterprise while cops go on vacation to Iraq getting thousands of dollars from US taxpayers, all this is supported by SUVs with yellow ribbon magnets and images of "typical" american life are summerized for the world by The O.C., Desperate Housewives, etc. popular american thought is represented by such stalwarts as any network talking head, then there's the the new comediantellectual (don't get me wrong Jon Stewart and Micheal Moore are funny and smart and have captured the zietgiest in a way I'm almost jealous of, but both are lacking any real systemic critism of the anything and Al "let's buy out urban multi-lingual community AM stations and broadcast screaming white people" Franken... oh forget it)

MONKEY ATTACK!!!

2005-03-05T01:38:00.000-08:00

go look and don't fuck with a monkey!

police state

2005-03-04T10:21:00.000-08:00

My brother edits a zine, their latest issue focuses on the creeping American police state. This is what I wrote, I'm not really satisfied with it, I didn't give myself enough time. I'll probably come back to it, and dig more into the social bifurcation that occurs due to the tiny privileges that are doled out via gender, ethnicity, race, etc. Also the slow ratcheting of repression, that quite literally started with immigrants continued to activists and now teachers.

I’d define a police state as one where police act with impunity. That means we live in one. Occasionally there is something like the Riders case in Oakland, the Ramparts case in LA, or the Bari vs. FBI judgment; meanwhile everyday people are gunned down essentially for their skin color and class position. There is broad acceptance of the idea that the streets of America are seconds away from open cannibalistic barbarism with only a thin blue line tethering us on this side of savagery. This vision is built on a foundation of white supremacy, a fractured community that divides in every possible way (gender, culture, national origin, class, and geographic region), male dominance and a mystification of power.

If we use a linear model of oppression (which I think is grossly inaccurate and devalues actual human experience, but does make big ideas easier to understand and communicate) with Black and Brown urban poor at the “bottom” and white men in positions of economic, military and political power at the top, we get a grossly simple view of social life in America. It is easy to understand that the people in the middle will spend most of their time looking up at the positions they are told to desire, positions that narrow self interest make desirable, people want a secure future, they want a home, healthcare, food, leisure time; people will envy and emulate those they see with what they want. People will rarely check to see who they are standing on. Only when the foundation gets shaky will they check. So the people in the middle won’t look at the abuse suffered at the bottom unless a big ruckus is made, or that abuse starts to creep up the ladder.

Police in America act with impunity because what they do is seen as legitimate by society at large. The job of revolutionaries is to point out illegitimate power. Cops that taser someone for raising their voice or walking away or walking toward them are using power illegitimately, shooting anti-war protesters with wooden dowels is an illegitimate use of power, the daily harassment and intimidation of people of color is an illegitimate use of power; the war on drugs, the war on immigrants, the war on dissent are all illegitimate. It is the job of revolutionaries to tell these stories. We need to point out that the police are not neutral, they have a job, and they work for one section of society against another section of society. We need to guard against the traps of individualism; “one time this cop caught me drinking and let me go,” great I suppose that is an adequate answer to the problem of capitalism too; some people get rich so the system must work. People concerned with the advancing police state should find out how to report for their community radio stations and weekly tabloids, the bigger the audience the better. Oppressed people organically use secrecy and subterfuge to organize, but breaking out into the broad public consciousness is when substantive change can happen.

The best way I know to increase awareness of the police state is to organize around it. Copwatch is a good model of year round activity, October 22nd is a good special event, The Stolen Lives Project needs new researchers desperately, and the Ella Baker Center has a project called Bay Area Police Watch that does great work. Doing this work it is easy to get bogged down in negativity, I did Stolen Lives research for about a month, it required reading newspaper archives of every killing in the country on whatever day was being researched, definitely a downer; but I also met families who where fearless in the face a state murder, a huge inspiration. Any positivity needs to be cherished, any small victory, even if it is demonstration with 10 people, needs to be accented. It is this constant resistance that will build a movement.

What the police get away with today is analogous to lynching in the Jim Crow south. We need to talk about it that way. It is a method of violent social control aimed largely at people of color and the working class.

Way back at the beginning of this I talked about the mystification of power, by that I meant a lack of popular understanding of the power of individual people. No one can argue the power of an individual cop; he can kill you and get away with it. No one can argue the power of COINTELPRO it still has folks on the left biting each other on the back 20 years after it’s last suspected operation. Everyone argues their ability to make change, all of us have whined that we can’t possibly change anything; there is too much apathy, too much affluence, too much state power, too little consciousness, too much TV, too much stupidity, too little initiative. It’s all bullshit. We can do this, and what is better, we have to do this. Most of us have had some kind of time travel fantasy where we assassinated Hitler, or bring a crate of Uzis to escaped slaves, or burn Columbus’ boats; we live in a time like those, we are on the cusp of historical change we need to act.

RUNAWAY!!!

2005-02-21T22:17:00.000-08:00

My friend Jim builds robots that are frickin awesome. They remind me of the robots from the Tom Selleck sci-fi blunder work Runaway written and directed by Micheal Crichton.

only bread is bread

2005-02-21T13:46:00.000-08:00

Propagandhi have a song called "who will help me bake this bread", in it Chris always sounded like a whiney know-it-all on a power/guilt trip to me. The song relies on the children’s story about a hen baking bread and asking other critters for help every step of the way. Of course all the other critters are too busy or lazy to pitch in, until the bread is ready to eat. The "moral" really depends on the reader; thankfully I had very unusual parents who embedded a sense of personal responsibility for collective welfare in me. The moral I heard is that the Hen knows how to bake bread, wants to share the knowledge, but most folks are too self interested to learn something until there is an obvious benefit. I'm sure some other kids got messages like; sit on your ass and some whiney fucking chicken will take care of it, or people are stupid and selfish and you should only look out for yourself, or (my favorite) ignore what's happening around you and bread will magically appear.

I've been posing as a community organizer for about 15 years now. I seem to chronically end up in the Hen's position; either as part of a small group that does the work that a large group feels good about, or as a whiney power/guilt tripping fucker that incessantly reminds people that calling wheat, water, wood and an oven, bread doesn't actually make it bread. Or that knowing what is needed to make bread isn't the same thing as getting the materials and putting them together and making bread. That only bread is bread. And calling the knowledge of how or ability to make bread, bread is a lie.

This traps a lot of good intentioned people, knowing how to do something isn't the same as being able to do it. I know what an active and engaged community looks and feels like; I've been in several in the past. I would like to be in one now. But I am not. The people around me today for the most part are focused on; individual survival, career advancement, and maintaining hope in a desperately ugly world. They are not (for whatever reasons) actively involved in creating the world around them. They go to special events that are organized by others, and showcase a couple folks ability to entertain or make pretty things. There is a pervasive fear or apathy that keeps people from taking risks, even the relatively risk free risk of showing up to cook and eat at Food Not Bombs. This is a problem, and a much more threatening problem then whoever is President.

If I can't rely on the folks around me who think resistance to capitalism and imperialism are the right things to do, to actually stand up resist in a way that demonstrates the possibilities of a different future, why should I worry about who lives in the White House. What a ridiculous avoidance of our power and responsibility.

Steve Sansweet sells me a timeshare

2005-02-20T17:28:00.000-08:00

I'm a hopeless fanboy. George Lucas has more of my money than I ever will. He's dropped two billion dollar turds in the past decade, and I'm going to line-up early for a third.

I was at Wondercon yesterday; after a brilliant panel Q&A with Joss Wedon and 1/3 of the cast of Firefly/Serenity, and a monologue-esque pseudo Q&A with Kevin Smith (happy to say he's reopening the Askewniverse "to pay the bills") and a sleepy Jason Mewes; I watched 45 minutes of faux-exciting regurgitated featurettes and videogame trailers spewed by Steve Sansweet (maybe his last name means "without sweetness" an apt description) head of Zombie...er, Fan Relations at Lucas Film. Desiree squirmed dutifully in pain and boredom by my side, Miles fell asleep, Leann and Caitlin feigned interest. It sucked.

We sat through two short documentaries about other conventions, two half a year old on the set documentaries, several pitches to pay for fan club membership, a screening of the Revenge of the Sith trailer from last November, a couple of videogame trailers, and the straw that got my off my ass: a recap of last years Clone Wars cartoon with not even a still from the new season that debuts in less than a month. Maybe when droves of slavish nerds in costumes started bailing, Steve could have intuited that the "power point" approach wasn't working. Peter "Chew-fucking-bacca" Mayhew was in the goddamn building; at least Sansweet could have shown the initiative to give a shout-out. What the Fuck?

I was hoping that with Emperor George promising that he would retire from Star Wars after this final feature, that maybe some talent from below could breathe a soul back into it. Knights of the Old Republic is far and away the most genuinely Star Warsy game ever, I hear its sequel sucks, thanks largely to George's meddling in the plot. Timothy Zahn and Michael Stackpole have written some great Star Wars novels, and now with the end of the Chewbacca-killing- Yuzhan-Vong-suck-ass "New Jedi Order" (pulling titular inspiration from Bush the Elder's foreign policy and prowrestling?) super series arc, maybe there will be a return of inspired original stories, not confined by continuity. Fiction is about characters and conflict, not workability of the science, midi-chlorians or obsessive "fact" checking (remember this is about made up people in made up places doing made up things). The Clone Wars cartoon was everything I hoped the prequel movies would be; fast paced action with a background of war on a galactic scale and a crumbling corrupt decadent government, all that is missing is a conflicted relationship between master/apprentice/queen with shades of Arthur/Guinevere/Lancelot maybe. God save the kids from Lucas' "I haven't touched an adult woman since the 70's" clunky emotionless bullshit.

If Sansweet is the "fan voice" at LFL and if what he spewed at Wondercon is the best he can deliver, we are screwed. At one point Steve assured the crowd "as long as you want Star Wars, Star Wars will be there." What he failed to mention is that by "want Star Wars" he meant buy the crap we have for sale. What he fails to understand about Star Wars being there, is that the themes explored in both Star Wars trilogies are timeless, and belong to human consciousness, not some flannelled dude with a goiter. The original trilogy was essentially an oedipal space western: son supplants father in position of power, good redeems evil, and everything is broken and dusty. The prequels could have been a great Greek tragedy, or a space Spartacus with a Jedi risen from slavery rallying the slaves of the galaxy, or the aforementioned Arthurian love triangle. But Lucas blew it.

Hopefully the fans will cast off the abuse and keep making films like Troops and Dark Redemption; writing fanfic and zines; and maybe the fan sites can get more like starwarz.com and not just parrot the LFL media machine.

I think Star Wars still has the potential of telling good stories, if Lucas backs off.

The most hopeful news about the future of Star Wars came in the Kevin Smith Q&A:

Q: I've read a lot of rumors about you and a Star Wars TV show.

A: So have I, interesting rumors aren't they.

Every other question he answered directly and with a whole lot more words. I, for one, would line-up around the block to see wookiees and Yoda tell dick and fart jokes.

Oh yeah Batman Begins, looks like it might not suck. Christian Bale said about his character; "Batman isn't the mask, Bruce Wayne is" and "in the beginning I think Bruce Wayne thought he was taking on a job with an end, he had a fairly naive approach" that shows more understanding of the Dark Knight than Mr. Mom, the ER guy and Mad Martigan all rolled together.

the chairman

2005-02-20T14:06:00.000-08:00

My Summer Vacation

2005-02-20T12:39:00.000-08:00

THAT'S NICE, LET'S TALK ABOUT ME NOW

Hopefully some folks who don't know me will read this. To give you some idea of where I'm coming from, I'll blabber about me for a minute before talking about the RNC.

I'm a retired punk-rocker who still hollers in a generic thrash band. I'm a recovered alcoholic and drug-addict. I'm totally obsessed with adolescent pop-culture (comic books, video games, action movies, etc). I'm involved with Food Not Bombs, a needle exchange, and a still incubating infoshop. I flirt with vanguard socialist groups, but am too skeptical of centralized leadership and personality cults to join up.

I grew up around regular discussions about how to reshape the world and that gave me the silly idea that change is possible. I do not think markets are natural, or that capitalism can be "nice.” I'm a revolutionary meaning I want to radically change the relationship between people and power and work and wealth. I don't think this can be done while the power structure that exists now is intact. I think the ideas of the left are the best hope for a better future (socialism, anarchism, feminism, left/cultural nationalism).

I think that many people who call themselves progressives or leftists or revolutionaries take their leadership from the political right. (By my definition, the political right starts in the space between the Green Party and the Democrats.) I should let you know why I'm hyper-critical: I think the political left has made a lot of mistakes in the past 30 years in the U.S. and has not recognized or corrected them. Pointing out the mistakes and how they should be corrected is crucial to reclaiming the political initiative in the U.S.

FRIDAY NIGHT IS ALRIGHT FOR BIKING

I got into NYC Friday morning and made my way to a bike shop owned by my friend Alex. We spent the rest of the morning catching up. Alex loaned me his work bike (he's a messenger) and I got to learn to ride a fixed gear in the East Village on three hours of plane sleep. After two hours I was almost used to the idea of not coasting, but the hunk of chiseled wood that Alex uses as a saddle was totally tearing up my ass. I made my way around the legendary sites of the lower east side and east village and settled in Tompkins Square Park for Food Not Bombs.

The pigs where off the hook; a van, three on foot, four on scooters, four on motorcycles and a crew of obvious plain clothes detectives, they kept buzzing in and out of the park. The kids were reserved, almost timid but still defiant. It's illegal to sit on the ground in Tompkins or to be on the grass. So as soon as the cops would cruise in, the kids would stand and move off the grass. An outreach worker came through distributing condoms and telling folks about other services. She was loud and bold and took the edge off the otherwise repressed atmosphere.

I tried to strike up conversation with a couple folks, but people were freaked and I didn't want to push limits. A Canadian kid chatted with me for a bit about the difficulties of keeping a small town Food Not Bombs running. A local squatter woman offered me some alcohol wipes to clean the chain grease off my hands. People were friendly but there was a feeling of impending something-not-very-nice.

I decided to try and hunt down a cup of coffee. That didn't work well, only deli/cart coffee or Starbucks in all of Manhattan. I settled for deli coffee and went to Union Square to wait for the Critical Mass ride.

The NYPD was out in force again, this time using the nice cop face, handing out flyers about NYC bike regulations. The first rule was no un-permitted parades. Times Up, a local pro-bike collective, were flyering for bike bloc actions for the coming week and mildly taunting the cops.

The crowd built almost imperceptibly. After circling the park for a couple hours, I found myself surrounded by thousands of people on bikes. Some dude was using the crowd as a backdrop for his homemade movie about him getting his ass kicked. That didn't go over well; he left.

Then it happened. Someone (I wish it had been me) got the idea to burn the bike regulation flyer a la a draft card. A cheer went up. More flyers piled on top of the first. A small pile was burning in center of the crowd when one lone body-builder cop waded in to restore order. It was comical. Here was one cop built like the Govenator, squinting at thousands of kids on bikes and stomping out a couple dozen burning pieces of paper. The crowd closed around him booing. Locals started to try to defuse the confrontation which was strictly schoolyard defiance.

The cop didn't give an inch, but was amiable with people that he recognized as locals. A couple minutes went by and a line of cops came through the crowd and retrieved their buddy. This was the first police escalation of an otherwise harmless outbreak of public expression that I witnessed.

The ride was beautiful. Thousands of us. I saw people I recognized from all over the country. We ruled mid-town down to the east village back over to the west side, up and down and back and forth, splitting and rejoining. I rode with friends from Oakland and Santa Rosa. Late in the ride, a guy in a wheel chair joined. I rode with him from Union Square back to Tompkins Square Park. It was close to 10pm and I needed to catch up with Walter, my place to crash.

So I left the ride and called Alex. He was on the other side of the park, picking up a bike for a friend who'd been arrested. Apparently the cops had been sweeping up stragglers all night and had decided to "net" folks at St. Marks a few blocks up from Tompkins Square. The net was a new detention tactic rolled out for the RNC. Police would use orange plastic safety netting to cordon people off and then arrest them.

For the entire three-hour ride I had heard no orders to disperse and none was claimed to have been given by the police. This represents truncation of the traditional dance of civil disobedience. In the past people have protested a stupid law by breaking it (lunch counter sit-ins, burning draft cards, giving away food, riding bikes) and the police watch to make sure only the stupid law gets broken. Then after awhile the police get bored or hit budget or whatever and give an order to disperse and a reasonable amount of time in which to do it.

They didn't do that in New York. This isn't new, but it is spreading and it is being accepted as the new order. This tactic by the state should be opposed and exposed loudly and often. It limits the 1st Amendment (freedom of speech, assembly and petitioning the government for redress); it is an attempt to profile the movement; it costs whatever jurisdiction practices it lots of money in housing and processing the arrestees; and, finally, it's an issue we can get principled agreement on from people who would oppose our reasons for acting.

When you debate this point, you'll have to pull apart a lot of bullshit. The opposition will talk about order and public safety, throw out ridiculous “what if's” about ambulances caught in a swarm of bikes (as if Manhattan has only one road, as if cops and paramedics can't communicate). With a few deep breaths and focus on the real issue, freedom of speech and assembly, anyone but a bald-faced fascist would agree that folks who think a bike centric (or not car centric) transportation system should be supported have the right to gather and discuss and demonstrate their ideas. This debate needs to happen.

I hooked up with Alex, returned his bike, got my bags, found Walter, went to his Aunt Maggie's apartment in midtown. The place was sweet, right near the subway; I got a feather bed on the floor. Maggie was really nice. We talked about politics a little and Max, my sick dog, a lot. I spent a lot of the late night hours of the next 5 days talking tactics, strategy and vision with Walter in that room.

Walter worried me in the first half decade I knew him. He was brilliant and destructive, an awesome and scary combination. He's grown up well, maintaining his brilliance (a tough thing to do when you live as hard as he has) and transforming his semi-directed adolescent nihilism into a focused study of politics and a fearless self-examination that we should all emulate. Walter is also far more personable and nice than me, making him very handy in tight spots where my binary social skills usually make problems worse. He wants me to be the executive director of a teen center or group home in Santa Rosa so he can be our lawyer.

CHASING CIRCLES

The Bridge

We got up Saturday morning and called some friends of ours, to see what they were doing. They were three moms from our hometown who’d fund-raised enough cash and found child care reliable enough to travel out for the week. We decided to meet them on the Manhattan side of the Brooklyn Bridge since they were marching in the Women's March that was coming across the bridge. I stuffed my pockets full of stickers that Not My Government sent me out with and we hit the streets.

We went through Chinatown down to the Financial District; this was the first time that I'd been near Ground Zero. It was weird to see bomb barricades on every street. It had the downtown-Oakland-on-a-Sunday-ghost -town-zombie-movie feel except for the cops on every street corner.

We got to the bridge and there were streams of people coming over. We walked toward Brooklyn handing out Not My Government’s sticker. We had two designs: the three network news anchors with "Lies" stamped across their faces and a mock-up of an NYPD patch that had a pig head in the middle and said, "Oink! Stay in Line!" The "Lies" one was a universal success. The "Oink" one was a big hit with kids and radicals and got snorts of scorn from the mainline Democrats and liberals. I wonder what that's about. We got to the middle of the bridge and called our friends, The Moms, to see where they were; The Moms still hadn't moved out of the rally on the Brooklyn side. This thing was massive.

We waited and handed out stickers and handed out stickers and waited and waited and handed out stickers, all the while looking toward Brooklyn.

Then Walter turned and said, "Hey, the Statue of Liberty... and Ground Zero." I turned back toward Manhattan, saw what should be a statue of freed slave, but isn't thanks to chicken-shit white supremacist American politics and a gaping hole in the skyline. That image and all the history bound up in it boggles the mind. A statue that was supposed to celebrate the end of slavery and ended up a truthful whitewash of a new form of slavery (industry dependent on immigrant and competitive labor), and a murderous slaughter that gave the American empire a great excuse to expand, a fuck of an eye-full.

Then a cop asked us to move along. We did... just out of her view, and handed out stickers and waited. Eventually we ran out of stickers. I'd brought hundreds. We were thirsty and hot and decided to head back to the Manhattan side and get some water and eats.

Indy Media Center

After food we literally stumbled into the Independent Media Center Infoshop. It had A/C and pretty pictures so we browsed a bit. I scrounged some more of my bro’s stickers out of my bag and left them with the flyers.

Walter got an IndyMedia press pass and we set out to find The Moms. Dani saw us coming and called us over. DW and Terrie were sitting with a heat stroked and hyper-hydrated Lila. We sat for a bit. I spread out some posters Not My Government had made. Most folks liked them, but the "Vote For Kerry For More Of The Same Bush Shit" one pissed some people off. People had a hard time believing the posters were free, or understanding what to do with them. (It's a post-er, the instructions are in the name.) But it was the end of a long hot day, so maybe brains were dry.

The Women’s March was by far the most "mainstream" event of the week; it brought together a coalition of mostly Democratic and some Republican groups to defend abortion rights and access. The focus was strict maintenance of things as they are; no steps back and no steps forward, no creative thinking, no new solutions for old problems. And the only action called for was in the ballot box, so it wasn't surprising to me that large parts of the crowd were not looking for what they could do next. Don't get me wrong; the issue is crucial and the only one that gets me even thinking of Kerry positively and the crowd was energetic and creative. But the message from the podium was a mantra of "vote, vote, vote." Sorry, but what about the other 3 years and 364 days (actually it is 4 years solid cuz of the leap year)? What about clinic defense, what about transporting and housing women from counties where there are no abortion providers, what about grass roots education and resistance, what about demanding that doctors learn one of the most common medical procedures as part of getting their MD, what about Kerry being a fucking Catholic and the papal fucking rhythm method?

Ground Zero

The next few hours were spent chasing each other around Manhattan while we tried to eat, find Lila a place to sit and recover and make it back to Ground Zero for a vigil and bell ringing.

We met back up at the tail end of the bell ringing at Ground Zero. The site has been cleaned and construction on the new building begun; the gut wrench I expected wasn't there. Walter's Uncle Bill had died

photographing the towers when they collapsed. Bill made it his life work to document conflict, photographing the first Intifada in Palestine and earning the trust of the IRA. The site hit Walt like a brick. It's always hard for me to know whether letting someone feel shitty is the best thing I can do for them.

Not In Our Name Convergence Space

From the bell ringing we went to the Not in Our Name convergence space.

I'd been playing phone tag with my brother's roommate for two days; she'd been in NYC organizing with NION for the past two months. Finally, we were gonna connect. We got to the space and banner making for the next day’s rally was in full swing. We grabbed some brushes, masking tape, spray paint and staplers and got to work.

RCYB Convergence Space

Just after I finished filling in a blue triangle on a banner for disappeared and detained immigrants, I got a call from another friend inviting me to the Revolutionary Communist Youth Brigade's convergence space. I'd been in the RCYB for a few years more than a dozen years ago and have stayed in touch with them and folks that work with them ever since. I thought it'd be a kick to see what they were up to so I headed over.

I got there late and most of the meeting/orientation was over but what I saw was impressive. I don't know if it's me or them, but there was a level of maturity and depth of understanding in that room that I don't remember from my days in the Brigade. I may have just been a hooligan, but I remember a lot of pining for street fights and outright dismissal of other trends and tactics. However, that night I saw an honest discussion of the tradition of non-violent civil disobedience (that didn't dismiss it out-of-hand as ineffective, as I usually do) and jail solidarity that left the option open to affinity groups (called squads). There was a principled reminder that while the demonstrations may be fun, the real organizing needs to happen in neighborhoods and amongst people not yet acting politically. And the vision of political action needs to change from massive protests to seizure of power. They had folks prepared to spread their paper at the big march on the 29^th. But also on the morning of the 29^th, they were planning to canvas in the outer boroughs and mobilize new folks.

I'm really conflicted about the role of a vanguard party. (I'm not gonna discuss whether or not the RCP actually is one here; but if you want to get a hold of me,we can babble for hours). I don't think that many people will spontaneously become revolutionaries, so I agree that an organization that helps shape revolutionary thinking is needed.

However, the way power is assembled in vanguard groups is a problem for me. A secret central committee bugs me, although I understand the need to keep leadership secure, especially post-Palmer raids/COINTELPRO. Cults of personality bug me although I do understand that some folks will need a revolutionary Tony Robbins to latch onto. I understand that power is currently put together in a way that people, generally, will not act individually or spontaneously in a way that actually promotes revolution. Usually they'll break a window or burn down a worthwhile target forgetting that the gatekeepers of the media are not on our side and will paint them as criminals to be feared. And most people will believe it because there is no opposition. An organization that can coordinate activity on a national level is critical to building a base for revolution. It demonstrates an ability to do the kind of organizing that reshaping society will require, and it builds the skills to do the work.

And here is where I sacrifice what little anarcho-street cred I have left... A regular propaganda medium is another crucial tool, one that is canvassed to the people it claims to represent, not some website (that requires a $1200 fancy pants TV to look at, or the time to transit to the library wait in queue, get a machine, disable the filters, and then wade through the non-hierarchical labyrinth of blathering to the good stuff), not the scores of zines and free quarterlies that can be found at gatherings of folks who are already looking to burn this fucker down, but something that is regularly distributed to the oppressed that informs them of resistance in other parts of the country and world, that challenges the brainwash, that is in the neighborhood or at the job every fucking week or more often. Just call me Chairman Ben.

Back to NION

The meeting broke up. I made plans to connect with my friend the next day and headed back to the NION convergence space. I stood on the wrong platform for 20 minutes. I went over ground to get on the phone and find Walter. He was in mid-town unloading a truck at the NION office: I went to meet him.

NION had an incredible group of youth from all over the country with them. I was really impressed by the kids from Hawaii. And, of course, the crew from the Bay kicked ass; they were non-stop always on the move. Walter volunteered to help set up for the next day's NION rally at Union Square; we made plans to meet back at the office at 7am and then went to get food.

UNITED FOR PEACE AND JUSTICE

Saturday becomes Sunday

Walter and I got up about 45 minutes after we closed our eyes and headed over to the NION office to load the truck for the rally. We showed up just in time to watch the roll-up door come down and the truck drive away. We joined up with the rest of the NION folks and hopped a train to Union Square.

Tabling with NION at Union Square

At Union Square the stage was already set-up, so we started to unload the truck and set up the various tables for press and speaker check-in and literature and merch distro. I tracked down a couple boxes of t-shirts, zines and stickers that Not My Government had sent out and set up a table to slang them from. Walter got pressed into service as a monitor. The NION rally was cool.

NION often is accused of being a front group for the Revolutionary Communist Party. It does have members and supporters of the RCP in it's leadership core. However my acid test for a "front" group is several fold: the parent organization has to politically dominate the front, not true in the case of NION. In fact, the explicit politics of NION are fuzzy enough for everyone from Quakers to Maoists to agree on them. The stage and speakers at rallies and forums are dominated by the parent group. While Clark Kissinger MCed the NION rally, he was the only person affiliated with the RCP to touch the mic and only made one call for folks to check out the RCP. The folks who do the actual grunt work and organizing for the front are members of the parent group. Walter definitely isn't a revolutionary communist, he's more like a Nader Democrat. Anyone calling Andrea from Berkeley Copwatch a commie dupe needs a head check. So, NION gets a clean bill of political independence in my book. These are hardly the times to refuse to work with an individual or organization because their cousin used to date someone from the wrong party. The speakers on stage where diverse, not the predictable partisan blatherers. I was really impressed by the folks who’d recently received Courageous Resister Awards, regular folks who’d simply done that right thing in impossible situations.

I did brisk business hawking Not My Government's shirts until the NYPD came by to shut down sales. Apparently it's against the law to sell stuff in the park, but legal to do it on the street. So the vendors could trundle up their wares and haul them across the street or give them away. Andrea from NION/Copwatch was on the cops quick. She demanded to know what law was being broken, and the Lieutenant couldn't quote it. She hopped on stage and announced this through the mic, making sure everyone present knew the cop’s name and that he was shutting down t-shirt sales because it broke a law he couldn't find or quote. The cops surrendered the point and let us sell shirts again.

I was interviewed by a news weekly from Puget Sound Washington, and some guy in a suit with an NPR press badge. The Puget Sound guy seemed to have a pretty clear grasp of the radical edge of the crowd at this

rally, that for the most part we weren't Kerry supporters or even people who defined their political lives by 5 minutes spent alone with a piece of paper once every four years. He anticipated my answers about the Clinton years; that good ol' Bill presided over the killing of 500,000 Iraqi babies, invaded Kosovo and Rwanda, politically blundered the best shot at workable health care, was responsible for NAFTA and the WTO, and generally is a slave to the same class interests that Bush/Kerry represent.

The NPR guy, however, was visibly shocked when he asked a question about what effect these protests would have on the elections and I answered that wasn't my goal. He looked even more confused when I said, “Whoever wins, my core concerns lose. Neither candidate has a plan to immediately remove U.S. troops from Iraq, or to end the drug war, or to guarantee health care, or to extend democratic rights to the workplace, school and home. Both candidates are anti-worker and that is my defining social relation. I survive by selling my work.” The NPR guy was baffled. Then I said I was here to help build a powerful social movement for change, because that is the only thing that has ever worked. Social movements ended slavery, Jim Crow and the Vietnam War. Social movement secured suffrage for women and youth, worker rights, and abortion access. His eyes were nearly crossed with confusion. I was about to quote Fredrick Douglas ("power concedes nothing without struggle") when he lowered his microphone, frowned and turned to the guys next to me who were slinging shirts that read "Buck Fush" and started a conversation with them. They were good looking young Democrats, the NPR guy liked them, and he interviewed them for the next 20 minutes.

Here we have the "brain" of mainstream U.S. media (NPR) being confused by the idea of class struggle, unable to understand the tactic of long-term social organizing, unable to recognize a viewpoint that sees the Democrats and Republicans as fundamental allies in American imperialism. Instead of rising to the challenge, they turned to the cutesy middle-brow "Buck Fush"ers. This is a problem. Media coverage for the week would be like this. Local press would get a wider view than national press. National would be focused on the Republicans exclusively, not covering the protests due to a lack of the forecasted violence. And the movement press would be the only folks giving the movement deep coverage. In other words, most folks were only hearing ideas they already where familiar with.

As the rally ended, I packed up Not My Government's stuff filling my bag with stickers. This time I carried three designs: the "Lies" and "Oink," ones from before, and one that has Bush, Cheney and Rumsfeld with pig noses and helmets that says "three little war pigs." The NION truck made room for the rest of the leftovers and I helped pack the remainder of their gear. After packing up, I raced to catch up with the march that was feeding into the larger United for Peace and Justice march. The NION contingent was rowdy, loud and energetic.

UfPJ March

We caught up to the UfPJ march quick and then stood still for almost an hour. I never got a coherent story about what the delay was. I heard that the NYPD had altered that march route taking us further away from

Madison Square Garden than the agreed route, and/or there was a celebrity civil disobedience at the head of the march in protest of the altered route or just to grab a headline. There was talk about breaking off down a side street, before that happened the march started moving again. I stayed in sight of Walter as much as possible, but he was carrying a banner and I was passing out stickers so we got separated fairly often. People were more open to the "oink" sticker that day, maybe because of the route rumors or maybe because the anti-war movement is based in the streets to a greater degree than the pro-choice movement or both. The "war pigs" sticker was a huge hit, swarms of p-rock/hippie/anarcho-kids would take stacks, and even the Marxist/Leninists would take some without insisting I take their propaganda as well.

It felt good to see half a million people out in the streets against the U.S. war and occupation of Iraq. The crowd had a predictable demographic, mostly young white and middle class, but there was a radical edge to the chatter I heard. People seemed to recognize attempts to shift the anti-war movement into a war on terror movement for what they are - a cynical right wing ploy to politically capitalize on September 11th. I saw very few Kerry signs and heard people talking about opposition to the "Bush/Kerry agenda." The anti-war movement continues to surprise me with its size and sophistication. The lessons learned in opposing the Vietnam War seem to have jumped the generation gap. There is very little reliance on the Democrats for anti-war leadership. There is broad recognition that opposition to the war is solidarity with the troops. There is talk in support of Iraqi nationalism. There is understanding of the political link between Iraq and Palestine. I think lots of people misunderstand the impact that the anti-war movement has had. It delayed the invasion of Iraq by at least 6 months (Bush and co. wanted to go to war in October 2003.) It showed the world and the ruling class that the American people are not a blind monolith. And it is teaching us what is really needed to prevent war.

Jake has died

I got a call from Dani; they were stopped for lunch two blocks ahead of me. I called Walter to regroup and join them. While Walter and I were looking for each other, Walter got a call from home. Our friend Jake had overdosed and died earlier that morning. Jake had been sober for a couple years, but hit a rough spot on Friday and relapsed. When Walter told me what had happened, I made a choice to cram the emotions until I got home, that I'd try to help the folks I was with and handle my own crap later at home. That was a mistake. I don't know if you've ever tried to comfort someone half a foot taller than you, but it can make you feel pretty damn tiny.

We found Anne and the others, left the march and sat down on a side street and bawled for half an hour. Some jerk ball wanna-be journalists kept snapping pictures of us. I think Walter knocked a camera out of someone’s hand. Every time I felt the despair and sorrow coming on, I'd take a deep breath, grit my teeth and stuff it. Sometimes I'm really dense. Even now, it's hard to feel that stuff.

Walter and I contacted NION and let them know that we were going to flake on the rest of what we'd committed to (banner carrying and unloading at the office). We cried off the first wave of crap, regrouped, and decided to cut up a side street to get closer to The Garden and hop back in the march.

Back to the UfPJ March

We got back to the march just past The Garden and hopped the barricades into the crowd. We ran into a bunch of counter protesters from Protest Warrior. (Check their web-site for some prime neo-fascist imagery. The group was founded by the arch-typical 98-pound tech nerd millionaire, who posts glamour shots of his trophy girlfriend as enticement for the troops, and seems to know a good source for human growth hormone, steroids or pectoral implants.) They were at the corner of 6th.

A group of youth came up the street fists in the air chanting, "We know what a police state looks like; this is what a police state looks like." A papier-mâché dragon was carried by the crowd. It was rigged with sparklers to breathe fire and then it caught on fire.

The cops rushed the street, riot cops, beat cops, cops on horses, cops on scooters knocking kids and seniors to the ground. The Protest Warriors abandoned their position retreating to a further corner while chanting "NYPD" in support of the cops who were showing the crowd what a police state looks like.

Walter and I looked at each other and ran into the middle of the fray. We spotted two cops who had two kids tackled against metal barricades and were bending their arms near to breaking. The first cop lifted his arrestee off the ground and walked him away; the second took the hold further and crammed the kids face into the barricade.

I started screaming at him. He looked up at me and told me to "get the fuck away." I said I was observing the arrest and that he was hurting the kid. I read the cop’s badge number and repeated it as loud as I could over and over. Walter grabbed my shoulder, I looked around and we were about to be under a horse. The cops had formed a perimeter by this time and we were inside it. My gut sank; I did not want to get arrested.

We put our hands high and started shouting, "We are only observing!" A cop told us to move away. We asked, “Which direction?” He nodded behind him. I asked if we could cross the line, he didn't answer. I said, "We are only observing." And I crossed out of the perimeter. We got away. Walter tracked down a National Lawyers Guild observer and gave him a report. Then he called in the cop’s badge number to the NLG office. It took about a 20 minutes for the cops to give the street back to the protesters. Shortly after that, our whole crew was together again.

On the way back to Union Square, we passed a lone Protest Warrior, which seemed odd to me, usually rats travel in packs. I'd always wondered what these guys would think of the "Lies" stickers, the one with Brokaw, Rather and Donaldson’s faces stamped out with the word "Lies." Protest Warrior accuses the media of liberal bias, which I agree with (I just think ideas further to the left need more coverage). So I walked over to the guy, showed him the sticker and said, "At least we agree on this, right?" He nodded, and said, "But not for the same reasons." And I gave him the stack of stickers. It made him really uncomfortable.

Central Park

We finished the march, and headed to Central Park. There had been a big legal battle to get a rally permit for Central Park, with the city negotiating in bad faith and the movement falling for some pretty obvious tricks. The resolution was no permit for sound in the park, but an informal understanding to go there after the march anyway. We got there and there were about 10-20,000 people sitting and milling around the great lawn.

I had my only negative experience with native New Yorkers as we walked into the park. We were skirting near one of the softball fields and the guys playing on it started heckling us. It would have been nothing, but they called us "liberals" and that really pissed me off; I fucking hate liberals.

I played phone tag with Goose, a guy I use to be in a band with, and found him pretty quick. Goose let me know my god-daughters’ absent father/sperm donor, Dave, was staying at his house. I let him know that the woman Dave had abandoned broke with two kids, was on the other side of the park. Then I let him know about Jake. Just call me the grim reaper.

The park was chill, a good unwind from the emotional roller coaster the day had been. I saw some folks I know from doing harm reduction work and talked shop for a minute. Walter and DW had a gum catching contest; I think they tied at 1 for 3. NION tried to organize the crowd into a giant "NO" and some hippies degraded it into a peace sign, which was followed by a "NO" creating a semantic conundrum for those paying attention.

Sunday ends

We split up for the night, The Moms and DW headed back to Brooklyn, me and Walter going to see the director's cut of Donnie Darko, which oddly enough capped our day pretty perfectly.

Walter reminisced about Jake quite a bit; it was good to hear the stories. My remembrances of people are usually more archetypical and Jake had been all over the board. It's impossible to pigeon hole him with one role. He'd been the kid who spontaneously cleaned up after shows without coaxing, threats or guilt trips. He'd been my connection; he sold me the only copy of Damaged that I ever paid for. He'd been one of the folks that coaxed the 1993-98 Sonoma County P-Rock renaissance into being. He was part of the glue that kept what eventually exploded from exploding sooner. He'd shown up at my house just before he hit bottom, obviously fucked up. It was raining and past 2 AM. He asked if he could crash; I waited a long time before I said, "Yes,but only tonight and you leave as soon as you wake up." He did, but he left a big pile of broken stuff in my driveway for the next three months. I miss him.

UPSET THE SET UP

The Rally

Monday was the day of the “March for Our Lives: Stop the War at Home” from U.N. Plaza across town to Madison Square Garden. It was organized by Poor People's Economic Human Rights Campaign, and had the gall to go un-permitted, assuming that the First Amendment applies everywhere inside the U.S. all the time. The Poor People’s Economic Human Rights

Campaign is an impressive coalition of grassroots poor peoples and working class organizations. We got to the rally while it was already in progress. I was hauling around a box full of the last of Not My Government stickers, posters and t-shirts.

On our way into the rally, a monitor wanted to search the box. He thought the stickers I had in my hand (the “Oink” ones) were off message. I agreed and said I wouldn’t distribute them. Then he wanted to hold the box; I refused and he let us in. People recognized me and kept asking for the “Oink” stickers and I told them what was up and that I’d do what I could to get them some later. The podium was awesome, a non-stop rapid fire barrage of: “this is who I am, this is where I’m from, this is the group I’m with, this is the work we do, this is how many folks we brought” followed by a cheer. They went through 60 speakers in a half hour, no boring didactic breakdowns of class relations, just a “we're poor, they ain’t, let’s get to work.”

The March

We spotted Dave, the sperm donor, right at the beginning of the march.

Dani got ready to choke his face off and, thankfully, Walter had the presence of mind to point her in another direction. I just stood there dumbstruck shaking my head. Of all the things this dude could do with himself (send a check to one of his forgotten offspring, make amends to the folks he’s ripped off, figure out a way to get money that doesn’t involve a sob-story), he comes 3000 miles to wave meekly at one of the women he’s ditched after bleeding dry. Amazing.

Of course, the crowd was much more diverse than the prior day. Imagine, organizing people around the material conditions of their lives sparks more interest than abstract international relations thousands of miles away. Who’d have thunk it? The march was led by young, elder and disabled people of all shades.

Dani was interviewed by a print journalist. From the snippets I caught, she talked about the gutting of the programs she relies on to live, like Section 8 and student aid and family aid. She should have something in here or check her column in the Sonoma County Peace Press.

It took half a day to cross Manhattan on foot. But we did it, staying loud, focused, energized and attracting new folks the whole way. I finally managed to exhaust my supply of stickers by the time we were nearing the Garden, so I dug out a stack of posters.

For the most part the police only escorted us. I saw them break into the crowd twice to snatch people. And there was definitely no solidarity about un-arresting folks, so the police got away with it.

As we approached Madison Square Garden, the sun started to set. Lila, DW and Terrie decided to bail for food. Dani, Walter and I continued on enduring bursting bladders and hunger so severe we resorted to Kellogg’s breakfast bars. The route we were on took us around the Garden at a two block distance. As we turned up 8th Avenue, Walter finally connected with a friend in Brooklyn who he wanted to talk about Jake with, so he left the march.

Time to Leave the March

It was dark, Dani and I were staying close to the cheer squad that our friend Jamie was in; Dani snuck her food and water in between routines.

I noticed that there were barricades on both sides of the street now and that there were no pedestrians on the sidewalks. On the rest of the march there had only been barricades on the Garden side of the march and plenty of pedestrians on the sidewalks. There was a small break away march, what looked like mostly young people, single file with hands on each others shoulders. They pushed apart a barricade and headed down a side street towards the Garden. The cops were on them immediately. Dani noticed police on the rooftops and said there had been none up there on the rest of the route. I got nervous and suggested we leave.

Then something happened at the front of the march; Dani and I bolted. We got down a side street, noticed the local Fox affiliate and several other news vans. I turned my shirt inside out and tried to make the beat-to-shit cardboard box under my arm look inconspicuous. Cops were streaming in down the side street, scooters, motorcycles, horses, running on foot, cars careening with sirens wailing, then the ghetto bird. We walked with a woman and her baby for a couple blocks, encouraging her to get inside ASAP in case the cops broke out tear gas.

We were invited into an Indian restaurant; the owner searched the TV for live news and found nothing. I peed, Dani got direction to the nearest subway station and we hit the streets. We were on 9th Avenue and it was full of garbage trucks; it was bizarre. I don’t know if they park there everyday waiting for the end of business to pick up garbage or if it was special for the convention. My first thought was rolling barricades and crowd control, but that seems silly now.

Out to Brooklyn

We ran into some other refugees from the march, including Vermont’s number one Nader booster. We walked most of the way to the subway with him, nonchalantly across some freshly glue-gunned red carpet. We made our way to the East Village to meet DW, Lila and Terrie; got some kick ass falafel and I decided to bunk out in Brooklyn with The Moms. I called Walter and perpetrated the worst psychic misread of the trip, thinking he was fine and happy out with his friend. He definitely wasn’t; fortunately, he has other friends and knows it.

On the way to Brooklyn many suspicious glances were thrown at my trashed cardboard box. One snoop almost jumped out of her skin when I dropped it. You’d think this city had suffered a recent catastrophic attack and an entire summer of candy coated terror alerts, plus a series of daring just in time arrests over the past week. Wait! They did, didn’t they? I wonder whatever happened with the two bomb plots uncovered the week of the convention. I was definitely beginning to get a bad vibe.

We got back to the apartment, turned on Nightline and saw what happened at the front of the march. A Nightline reporter got stuck in the march, just as a plain clothes detective on an unmarked scooter plowed into the march. The scooter was shoved to the ground and the crowd broke over it trampling the detective. Then uniformed cops came in, formed a line and started shoving protesters back, giving no order to disperse, no instructions on which way to move or why. At one point the Nightline reporter said, “The police are hitting people for no apparent reas… They just hit me, for no reason.” Then we see someone we know wrestling with a cop for a banner.

The cops were trying to provoke violence in preparation for Tuesday, which was a day of Non-Violent Direct Action. They wanted a pretext to do pre-emptive arrests, and they hoped to get a free pass to bust folks for pre-crime. It didn’t happen like the police wanted, but that didn’t stop them. The next day there would be over 1200 arrests, most pre-emptively, more than on any other single day in the history of New York City.

DIRECT ACTION?

I said earlier that I consider myself a revolutionary; I also said earlier that I typically dismiss the tactic of what is called "non-violent direct action" or "civil disobedience." I'm gonna pull these definitions apart for the next couple paragraphs. If thinking causes you pain, you might want to skip ahead to the paragraph that starts with Tuesday.

Non-violent direct action and civil disobedience have a long history, I think both are valid tactics, but I think any tactic that is not part of a long term strategy is at best theater and at worst masturbatory.

I'm a revolutionary; I have a long term strategy for the revolutionary transformation of the relationships between people and power and work and wealth. I think more people need to be brought into conscious political life. There are plenty of folks who hate this or that aspect of "the system," but very few who see the connections between these aspects or understand that "the system" is capitalism and that capitalism runs on the same fundamental rule as cancer: grow until death.

I think there needs to be a deep debate about the nature of capitalism that links the development of capitalism to the development of patriarchy, white supremacy and hetero-dominance. I think the people having these debates and developing this understanding need to work among the people who aren't. This is crucial and where I think today’s revolutionaries and radicals have missed the point. I think new organizations of people with new ideas; new solutions and new systems are the only way to get rid of old ideas and old systems.

I think a lot of time is wasted throwing around words that are meaningless, misunderstood or deceptive. What does sustainable mean? Is bio-diesel sustainable? Can 6 to 8 billion people have a relatively equitable standard of living with a capitalist economy that is powered by bio-diesel instead of petroleum? Or is bio-diesel a new entrepreneurial endeavor much like the transition from coal and wood to oil?

Is recycled everything sustainable? Would 6 to 8 billion people be able to have relatively equitable standards of living if all paper was post-consumer or mushroom based, if all plastics were 8th generation? Or would we still live in a world where 5% of the people control 80% of the stuff? The ways of doing things that are commonly discussed as alternative are visionary and important, but to think of them as being systemic change is wrong. Only systemic change is systemic change.

What does anti-authoritarian mean? Does it mean we don't want carpenters using their specialized knowledge of building to direct inexperienced folks in building? Does it mean we should not write applications for grants because that is asking an authority for help? Is it shorthand for anti-communist? Is it a symptom of unresolved parental static? Does it mean that person "A" knows nothing that person "B" can't know? Does it mean consciousness springs wholly formed from the womb? Or does it mean shut the fuck up, thinker guy; the revolution is in my 40 ouncer? Every definition of anti-authoritarian I've read is a negative one, meaning one that describes anti-authoritarianism by what it is not, instead of by what it is. It is very easy to say you are opposed to division, to wealth, to power; it is very difficult to propose a way to pull wealth, power and division apart.

What does direct action mean? Is shoplifting direct action? Is

dumpstering? Is hitting a cop in the face? The easy answer is ‘yes’ to all of these. The more important question is when is and what kinds of direct action are effective? Face hitting, while a thrill, isn't gonna be effective in any situation other than a full blown riot, street fight or rebellion. And even then, it will be grabbed by the opposition and used as propaganda against us. So it should only be used in legitimate self-defense, preferably when the ability to generate our own media. The instances of direct action that we are taught about in school are few: the Boston Tea Party, the Underground Railroad and, if you had an exceptional history or social studies teacher, maybe the Montgomery Bus Boycott, the Freedom Rides, the student sit-ins of the early 70's; and those of us who pursued history on our own might know about early industrial unionist job actions, recently forest defenders have made effective use of the tactic with tree-sits.

All of the examples I list were or are components of broader resistance movements. One of the most effective forest defense movements in the US is the continuing struggle for Headwaters. Most folks think Headwaters has been saved. It hasn't. There are continuing legal and direct action battles over that forest. Why doesn't everyone who cared about Headwaters 10 years ago know that the work isn't done? In my view the legal work has been compartmentalized away from the direct action work which has been compartmentalized away from the popular work. Without a popular base, in my view, the direct action and legal work is political warfare between two entrenched sides - one of which holds state power, the other of which is baseless. I think you know where I'm going; direct action without popular support is only theater. And theater is worthwhile. It can teach, excite, and invigorate; but it is important to call things what they are. My band can teach, excite and invigorate but, honestly; it is not going to change the world. Only a popular movement can do that.

What is non-violence? If I raise my hands to block a blow, am I being violent? Is reaching for a wallet just cause for a street execution? Is knowingly causing harm to airborne bacteria violence? I'm writing this on a computer that will eventually stop working, that I will (being a thoughtful guy) take to the recycle center where the large reusable components might be removed and reused, but eventually the motherboard and other bits will end up in South Asia where a new industry of micro-salvage of silica and heavy metals is springing up. Kids there die of toxic exposure to mercury, lead and copper while disassembling motherboards; silica dust lacerates their lungs. Knowing this, am I a murderer?

Violence is a social condition and a choice. I can escalate or minimize the violence in my life, but I cannot eliminate violence from the world. And I cannot honestly expect to live a life free of violence. I try to minimize it, but I also spend 4 hours a week practicing ass kicking. Any movement built around a fundamental denial of reality has big problems. Violence is real. To be non-violent in the face of violence is ultimately suicide. Even that is only true if you hold to principles and don't call on an outside agent to commit violence for you, i.e. police to run out your unwanted neighbors, a military to secure a border, etc.

Non-violence is a fine tactic, but a lousy strategy. Even the piecemeal reforms that pepper the history of the U.S. were all won with broad social movements that had violence in their tool box. The independence of India is often credited to Ghandi. An examination of the actual history shows broad internal and external violence and an exhausted British Empire played at least equal roles. Nelson Mandela is held up as a great non-violent leader. His first speech after his release from Robin Island opened with thanks to his comrades who had maintained armed struggle in his absence.

I don't think that the only valid protest is a violent one; however, it makes no sense to me to only allow the state to use violence legitimately. I think it is irresponsible to call on people to struggle against a power structure that refuses to even apologize for the only use of nuclear weapons on a human population, the trans-Atlantic slave trade, the de-population of the North American continent, the Palmer Raids, COINTELPRO, internment camps, the reservation system or the recent round-ups of immigrants without encouraging knowledge of basic self-defense. To teach people to submit to arrest, and that submitting to arrest is "the only" way to affect change is dangerous and wrong. Non-violence trainings are important and necessary; I think they should be supplemented with discussions about self-defense and self-defense training.

Tuesday was a day of Non-Violent Civil Disobedience. There were some great creative actions: the people holding pink slips lining Wall St as an illustration of the human cost of recession and "off-shoring;" the

Fox news "shut-up-athon" made me smile; the Man-In-Black Bloc was a beautiful sentiment. Democracy Now gave the day great coverage. However, it had no effect on life inside the Garden, it didn't break the mainstream media black-out, and it didn't Stop The City. It did land 1200 organizers in jail until the end of the convention and keep all of their support people busy until the end of the convention. This meant that the impact of protest was greatly reduced on Wednesday and Thursday. I am not going to condemn anyone’s choices that day. I believe we should protest at every opportunity. I also think it is important to avoid arrest, especially an arrest that allows the state to lawfully hold you until the end of the event you are protesting.

Walter had gotten about 500 "peaceful protester" buttons from the RNC welcome center that morning. The mayor of New York (after denying permits for nearly all protests, militarizing the police and criminalizing organizers) decided to hand out these buttons that would get the wearers similar discounts as RNC delegates. However to get these things there was a multi-page application which asked for lots of info about applicants, so no one applied.

We spent the late morning doling these out around the East Village. The Times Up Collective was a bit uptight about accepting our gift. The irony was lost on people who'd been harassed for weeks by cops, infiltrated by feds and held in jail without charges for days. Most other folks thought the happy face statue of liberty and star spangled "peaceful protester" slogan was hilarious.

All day we chased various actions; we missed them all. Everywhere we went we were met by a cordon of cops. By late afternoon I was completely vibed out. Everywhere we went protesters were getting caught in sweeps and no one was trying to un-arrest or run off. It was lemming-like. Walter and Dani didn't have the vibe I did. We should have split up. For some reason we decided to grate on each other until feelings got hurt.

LEAVING EARLY

Lila and Dani's flight left Wednesday morning. Walter had changed his to Wednesday night. By the end of the day, I'd change mine to leave early as well.

In the morning we meet at Union Square where an art installation of boots symbolizing dead U.S. soldiers and shoes symbolizing dead civilians was being set-up. Dani helped the set-up and staffed the table.

I was anxious; my dog Max was going in for an ultra sound to look for internal bleeding. I was burning out from the running around watching stuff happen; I wanted to DO something. I got a call from a friend who works with Not In Our Name asking if I wanted to help them build for their march on Thursday. I was there as quick as I could be.

We were handing out flyers and stickers and asking folks to make a sign that says "NO" and hang it somewhere visible on Thursday, the day Bush accepted the nomination. People's response was very positive; we got out thousands of stickers to people of every walk of life, shop owners and folks living on the streets loved the idea of the simple DIY protest.

Midway through the day Desiree called to let me know the ultrasound had turned up a metastasized tumor from Max's liver to his spleen. I just about broke in half. Max has been with me for thirteen years, through several broken hearts, drug addiction, alcoholism, and abuse received and distributed. Three times he's put his 60-pound body between me and certain pain, once earning himself a two inch gash in his chest. It took a lot to keep going. Thankfully, my friend had lost her cat recently and helped my brother deal with the murder of his best friend; so perspective was close. Having important political work that needing doing was helpful too.

We started at Pier 57, then headed to the East Village, worked back towards Union Square and in the afternoon went back to the NION office in mid-town. I tried to sit in on the NION meeting that afternoon, but kept getting overwhelmed thinking about Max and Jake. Again I was impressed by the NION core. Despite over half of them getting swept up observing Tuesday’s actions, they kept moving. And the youth were awesomely hard-headed wanting to do everything from jail support to building for the following Thursday’s march.

At the NION office, I got another call from Dez. She'd been to a specialist; Max was given 0 to 30 days to live. I changed my flight. I called Walter, headed back to Maggie's and packed, I was out Thursday morning.

HAPPILY EVER AFTER

So Bush got back in, there was a right-wing popular backlash against the idea of gay marriage, the Anybody But Bush movement seems to be disintegrating instead of refocusing on the U.S. occupation of Iraq, the racist war on drugs continues, the scape-goating of immigrants goes on, the Democratic Party has once again played its post-World War 2 role of redirecting left social movements into electoral politics and then abandoning them after the election. Think about what Kerry/Edwards did election night: "We won't stop until every vote is counted." And the following morning: "Now is the time for unity." This is some of the best exposure of the Democrats that revolutionaries can ask for. The Democrats are about co-opting social movements into a system ruled by capital.

Walter is studying poli-sci; Dani is finishing college SF, raising her two kids, hosting Food Not Bombs twice a month, on the board of the Peace and Center and other good stuff; Lila is working with the info-shop project and raising her child; Terrie is in India with her child, DW is waiting for Terrie to come home and learning to use In Design. I still holler for a generic thrash band and author grumpy screeds from my ivory tower, occasionally staffing a needle exchange and cooking for Food Not Bombs. Max has survived cancer for going on three months, although an x-ray found a tumor in his bladder today that may be causing him pain. I'll get to read up on hospice and weigh my privilege and wallet against Max's dignity, comfort and right to a natural end.

Make no mistake, revolution is what we need, it will not come out of a ballot box.

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