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Free Leonard Peltier

Free Leonard Peltier
The government under pretext of security and progress, liberated us from our land, resources, culture, dignity and future. They violated every treaty they ever made with us. I use the word “liberated” loosely and sarcastically, in the same vein that I view the use of the words “collateral damage” when they kill innocent men, women and children. They describe people defending their homelands as terrorists, savages and hostiles . . . My words reach out to the non-Indian: Look now before it is too late—see what is being done to others in your name and see what destruction you sanction when you say nothing. --Leonard Peltier, Annual Message January 2004 (Leonard Peltier is now serving 31st year as an internationally recognized Political Prisoner of the United States Government)

Injustice Continues: Leonard Peltier Again Denied Parole

# Injustice continues: Leonard Peltier denied parole‎ - By Mahtowin A wave of outrage swept the progressive community worldwide at the news that Native political prisoner Leonard Peltier was denied parole on Aug. ... Workers World - 2 related articles » US denies parole to American Indian activist Leonard Peltier‎ - AFP - 312 related articles » # Free Leonard Peltier 2009 PRISON WRITINGS...My Life Is My Sun Dance Leonard Peltier © 1999. # Prison Writings: My Life Is My Sun Dance - by Leonard Peltier, Harvey Arden - 2000 - Biography & Autobiography - 272 pages Edited by Harvey Arden, with an Introduction by Chief Arvol Looking Horse, and a Preface by former Attorney General Ramsey Clark. In 1977, Leonard Peltier... - # Leonard Peltier, American Indian Activist, Denied Parole And Won't ... Aug 21, 2009 ... BISMARCK, ND — American Indian activist Leonard Peltier, imprisoned since 1977 for the deaths of two FBI agents, has been denied parole ... - Cached - Similar - #

Gaza--War Crime: Collective Punishment of 1.5 Million Persons--Recognized as "The World's Largest Concentration Camp"

Number of Iraquis Killed Since USA 2003 Invasion began

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US & International Personnel losses in Iraq &Afghanistan; Costs of the 2 Wars to US

Number of U.S. Military Personnel Sacrificed (Officially acknowledged) In America's War On Iraq: 4,667

Number Of International Occupation Force Troops Slaughtered In Afghanistan : 1,453


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VISUAL POETRY/MAIL ART CALL Cracking World’s Walls & Codes Concrete & Virtual

Cracking World’s Walls & Codes Concrete & Virtual

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Miss Universe Visits Guantanamo: 'A Loooot Of Fun!'

Miss Universe Visits Guantanamo: 'A Loooot Of Fun!'

The current 'Miss Universe' Dayana Mendoza (formerly Miss Venezuela) and 'Miss America' Crystal Stewart visited US troops stationed in Guantanamo Bay on March 20th, the New York Times reports. Here's Mendoza's account of the visit from her pageant blog last Friday. She says the trip "was a loooot of fun!"

This week, Guantánamo!!! It was an incredible experience...All the guys from the Army were amazing with us. We visited the Detainees camps and we saw the jails, where they shower, how the recreate themselves with movies, classes of art, books. It was very interesting. We took a ride with the Marines around the land to see the division of Gitmo and Cuba while they were informed us with a little bit of history.

The water in Guantánamo Bay is soooo beautiful! It was unbelievable, we were able to enjoy it for at least an hour. We went to the glass beach, and realized the name of it comes from the little pieces of broken glass from hundred of years ago. It is pretty to see all the colors shining with the sun. That day we met a beautiful lady named Rebeca who does wonders with the glasses from the beach. She creates jewelry with it and of course I bought a necklace from her that will remind me of Guantánamo Bay :)

I didn't want to leave, it was such a relaxing place, so calm and beautiful.

Saturday, May 09, 2009

10 Articles re President's "Right War"--Afghanistan/Pakistan/Swat Valley Refugee Crisis/Bombings of Civilians/Pakistan VS Talibans

55 Taliban killed in fresh Pakistan ops:
Pakistani troops backed by helicopter gunships killed at least 55 Taliban in the troubled Swat valley on Saturday as the government said the military offensive, crucial for the "survival of the country", will continue till terrorists are eliminated.
Swat residents flee as UN warns of humanitarian crisis:
UN officials repeated warnings that the flood of people was swelling into one of the world's largest humanitarian crises.
Taliban vow to 'eliminate' Pakistan's top leadership:
Angered by Pakistan government's decision to launch an all out war against them, the Taliban has vowed to "eliminate" country's top leadership including President Asif Ali Zardari and Prime Minister Yousuf Raza Gilani and their close family members.
Pakistan's timing of attack on Taleban is no coincidence:
Behind the scenes, they US also threatened to launch missile attacks on Swat and to withhold - or at least attach strict conditions to - billions of dollars in military and civilian aid.
20 Taliban militants killed in Afghanistan
Twenty Taliban militants were killed in fighting in eastern Afghanistan Saturday, officials said.
US Attack Kills 9 People In Pakistan:
Nine people - five of them militants - have reportedly been killed in a suspected US missile attack in northwestern Pakistan.
Afghan leader demands air strikes end:
Afghan President Hamid Karzai on Friday demanded an end to US air strikes, which he said killed as many as 130 civilians and were infuriating the public.
Afghan villagers list 147 killed by US air strikes:
Residents of two villages hit earlier this week by US air strikes have prepared lists with the names of 147 people killed in the attacks, the deputy governor of the province where the strikes took place said.
Only 12 civilians killed in Afghan strike: -
Pentagon officials believe that about 12 civilians were killed in U.S. airstrikes earlier this week in Afghanistan, far fewer than numbers cited by provincial officials and the International Red Cross.,0,6034180.story
Venezuela's Chavez slams Obama for Afghan attacksy.
"President Obama... take apart the forces of imperialism and end the abuse of innocent peoples of the world," he said during a televised speech.,7340,L-3712992,00.html

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Video & Transcript: Condi Rice defends enhanced interrogation as "legal" and "right"

Condi Rice defends enhanced interrogation as "legal" and "right"
Thu, 04/30/2009 - 12:05pm

With a hat-tip to our incoming intern Michael Wilkerson, here's tape of former Secretary of State Condoleezza Rice defending the Bush administration enhanced interrogation policies -- which she insists never led to torture -- speaking off-the-cuff at a Stanford University dorm. Here's a really quick transcript [updated] -- will correct for word-errors:

How are we supposed to continue promoting America as this guiding light of democracy and how are we supposed to win hearts and minds in the world as long as we continue with these actions?
Well, first of all, you do what's right. That's the most important thing -- that you make a judgment of what's right. And in terms of enhanced interrogation, and rendition, and all the issues around the detainees. Abu Ghraib is, and everyone said, Abu Ghraib was not policy. Abu Ghraib was wrong and nobody would argue with...
Except that information that's come out since then speaks against that.
No, no, no -- the information that's come out since then continues to say that Abu Ghraib was wrong. Abu Ghraib was. But in terms of the enhanced interrogation and so forth, anything that was legal and was going to make this country safer, the president wanted to do. Nothing that was illegal. And nothing that was going to make the country less safe.
And I'll tell you something. Unless you were there in a position of responsibility after September 11th, you cannot possibly imagine the dilemmas that you faced in trying to protect Americans. And I know a lot of people are second-guessing now, but let me tell you what the second-guessing that would really have hurt me -- if the second-guessing had been about 3,000 more Americans dying because we didn't do everything we could to protect them.
If you were there in a position of authority, and watched Americans jump out of 80-story buildings because these murderous tyrants went after innocent people, then you were determined to do anything that you could that was legal to prevent that from happening again. And so I think people do understand that.
Now, as to Saudi Arabia and Kuwait and so forth -- I agree with you. We have tried to use the trafficking in persons and all of those measures, human rights reports and so forth, to put a spotlight on the kinds of problems that you have in places like Saudi Arabia or Kuwait or Oman or other places. But you can't -- you don't have the luxury in foreign policy of saying, alright, I won't deal with that country because I don't like its human rights record. You don't have that luxury. So if you need Saudi Arabia to fight al Qaeda internally -- which is by the way where al Qaeda came from -- or if you need Saudi Arabia to be part of a coalition that's going to help bring a Palestinian state, you can't decide not to deal with Saudi Arabia because of its problems with human rights. Or, if you need to make sure that the Gulf is safe from Iranian influence -- you want to talk about human rights abusers? -- Iran.
I'm well aware.
Excuse me?
I'm well aware.
So, foreign policy is full of tough choices. Very tough choices. The world is not a bunch of easy choices in which you get to make ones that always feel good.
I'm aware, but...[I'm sorry, we have to move]
Let him finish, let him finish.
Even in World War II, as we faced Nazi Germany -- probably the greatest threat that America has ever faced -- even then...
With all due respect, Nazi Germany never attacked the homeland of the United States.
No, but they bombed our allies...
No. Just a second. Three thousand Americans died in the Twin Towers and the Pentagon.
500,000 died in World War II, and yet we did not torture the prisoners of war.
And we didn't torture anybody here either. Alright?
We tortured them in Guantanamo Bay.
No, no dear, you're wrong. Alright. You're wrong. We did not torture anyone. And Guantanamo Bay, by the way, was considered a model "medium security prison" by representatives of the Organization of Security and Cooperation in Europe who went there to see it. Did you know that?
Were they present for the interrogations?
No. Did you know that the Organization -- just answer me -- did you know that the Organization of Security and Cooperation in Europe said Guantanamo was a model medium security prison?
No, but I feel that changes nothing...
No -- Did you know that?
I did not know that, but that changes absolutely nothing.
Alright, no -- if you didn't know that, maybe before you make allegations about Guantanamo you should read.
Now, the ICRC also had access to Guantanamo, and they made no allegations about interrogations at Guantanamo. What they did say is that they believe indefinite detention, where people didn't know whether they'd come up for trial, which is why we tried with the military commissions system to let people come up for trial. Those trials were stayed by whom? Who kept us from holding the trials?
I can't answer that question.
Do your homework first.
I have a question...
Yes. The Supreme Court.
I read a recent report, recently, that said that you did a memo, you were the one who authorized torture to the -- I'm sorry, not torture, waterboarding. Is waterboarding torture?
The president instructed us that nothing we would do would be outside of our obligations, legal obligations, under the Convention Against torture. So that's -- and by the way, I didn't authorize anything. I conveyed the authorization of the administration to the agency. That they had policy authorization subject to the Justice Department's clearance. That's what I did.
Okay. Is waterboarding torture?
I just said -- the United States was told, we were told, nothing that violates our obligations under the Convention Against Torture. And so, by definition, if it was authorized by the president, it did not violate our obligations under the Conventions Against Torture.
Thank you.

That's the most articulated defense of enhanced interrogation -- now, we call it torture -- we have from a high-ranking Bush officia

Bagram: US Uses of Torture to Get Far Worse-- "Past Masters at Torture" By Iftekhar A. Khan

Past Masters at Torture
By Iftekhar A. Khan
American propensity for using innocuous acronyms to cover heinous crimes is unsurpassed. Bagram (Afghanistan) torture centre renamed Bagram Theatre Internment Facility (BTIF) reportedly is to extend by investing $60 million. So torture as US state policy will continue and BTIF will be the ultimate hellhole.

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Democrats were routinely briefed on Bush 'torture' techniques, document shows:

Democrats were routinely briefed on Bush 'torture' techniques, document shows:
The CIA has released a devastating document detailing the dates and explicit details of secret Congressional briefings in which members of Congress were told of the Bush administration's torture techniques and when they had been used.

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Jeremy Scahill: "Tractor Trailers Full of Pieces of Human Bodies"Afganbs Describe after US Strikes

After US Strikes, Afghans Describe
"Tractor Trailers Full of Pieces of Human Bodies"
By Jeremy Scahill
As rage spreads in Afghanistan after US bombing that killed up to 130 people, unnamed Pentagon officials are spinning another cover-up. Defiant Obama moves ahead with troop increase.

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Vito Acconci & Hans Ulrich Obrist in conversation

May 9, 2009


Unbuilt Roads (installation view)
Photo: Carlos Motta

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e-flux is pleased to present a public conversation with Vito Acconci & Hans Ulrich Obrist, organized in the context of Unbuilt Roads.
Tuesday, May 12th, 8:30 PM
Admission is Free

Unbuilt Roads
April 11 - May 16, 2009

41 Essex Street
NYC NY 10002
T: 212 619-3356

Unlike unrealized architectural projects, which are frequently exhibited and circulated, unrealized artworks tend to remain unnoticed or little known. But perhaps there is another form of artistic agency in the partial expression, the incomplete idea, the projection of a mere intention? Starting on Saturday, April 11th, the book project Unbuilt Roads: 107 Unrealized Projects has been on view as a public archive at e-flux. Bringing together descriptions of unrealized projects by 107 artists, the selection constitutes the result of several years of international research conducted in the late 90s by Obrist and Guy Tortosa. The exhibition will remain on view through Saturday, May 16th.

Though the state of being unrealized implies the potential for realization, not all of the 107 projects were meant be carried out. Certain works have deliberately been left undone by the artists, although they have "failed" in very interesting ways. Other planned projects involve consciously utopian, non-utilitarian, and conceptual spaces that were not made available for realization. Whether censored, forgotten, postponed, impossible, or rejected, these unrealized projects form a unique testament to the speculative power of non-action. As Joel Fisher suggested in his essay "The Success of Failure," "The failures of big ideas are sometimes more impressive than the successes of little ones."

Unbuilt Roads includes contributions from Vito Acconci, Laurie Anderson, Siah Armajani, John Armleder, Lothar Baumgarten, Larry Bell, Guillaume Bijl, Dara Birnbaum, Alighiero Boetti, Christian Boltanski, Louise Bourgeois, Joan Brossa, Chris Burden, Daniel Buren, Cai Guo-Qiang, Maurizio Cattelan, Dinos & Jake Chapman, Christo and Jeanne-Claude, Constant, Critical Art Ensemble, Stefan Demary, Erik Dietman, Jimmie Durham, Maria Eichhorn, Ayşe Erkmen, Hans-Peter Feldmann, Peter Fend, Peter Fischli/David Weiss, Sylvie Fleury, Katharina Fritsch, Gautel/Karaindros, Frank O. Gehry/Richard Serra, General Idea, Isa Genzken, Paul-Armand Gette, Jef Geys, Gilbert & George, Simryn Gill, Liam Gillick, Leon Golub, Douglas Gordon, Dan Graham, Joseph Grigely, Victor Grippo, Hans Haacke, Mona Hatoum, Thomas Hirschhorn, Carsten Höller, Ulrike Holthöfer, Jenny Holzer, Huang Yong Ping, Pierre Huyghe, Fabrice Hybert, Robert Irwin, Ilya Kabakov, Allan Kaprow, Tadashi Kawamata, Per Kirkeby, Yves Klein/Werner Ruhnau, Alison Knowles, Koo Jeong-a, Jannis Kounellis, David Lamelas, Bertrand Lavier, Ange Leccia, Lee Ufan, Sol LeWitt, Gilles Mahé, Christian Marclay, Fabio Mauri, Cildo Meireles, Gustav Metzger, Jonathan Monk, Robert Morris, Tania Mouraud, Bruce Nauman, Claes Oldenburg, Gabriel Orozco, Tony Oursler, Giuseppe Penone, Manfred Pernice, Steven Pippin, Michelangelo Pistoletto, Hermann Pitz, Markus Raetz, Robert Rauschenberg, Tobias Rehberger, Jason Rhoades/Raymond Pettibon, Ulrich Rückriem, Allen Ruppersberg, Edward Ruscha, Joe Scanlan, Gregor Schneider, Gary Simmons, Yutaka Sone, Nancy Spero, Rirkrit Tiravanija, Rosemarie Trockel, Uri Tzaig, herman de vries, Jeff Wall, Lois Weinberger, Richard Wentworth, Franz West, Stephen Willats, Jeffrey Wisniewski, Krzysztof Wodiczko, and Jonas Mekas.

Unbuilt Roads is the first in a new series of exhibitions at e-flux project space at 41 Essex Street, lower level. The space is open to the public from Tuesday through Saturday, 12-6 PM.

Hans Ulrich Obrist and e-flux would like to thank The Drawing Center, Sydney Hart, Hatje Cantz Publishers, Bettina Korek (Producer, Future Projects), Karen Marta (Coordinator, Future Projects), Eva McGovern (Inspire Fellow, Serpentine Gallery), Carlos Motta, Julia Peyton-Jones (Director, Serpentine Gallery), Tim Ridlen, Sally Tallant (Head of Programmes, Serpentine Gallery), and Mila Zacharias.

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Swamp Rats-Psycho (Monster Fuzz Punk) (5)


For unforgotten friends & veterans of the forgotten wars
Based in part on “unforgettable” experiences---

“If it’s not in writing, it never happened.”*

“The Real War Will Never Get Into the Books”
--Walt Whitman, Specimen Days

*(Common phrase, also a sign frequently found in offices for the prison system & the poor, & at Behavioral Treatment & Health and Human Services offices, etc.)

Many times in life, telling stories, giving reports, some persons refuse to believe me. It’s all made-up, they say, exaggerations, hallucinations, imaginations. Nothing could be so strange.
And yet it’s all true. It just takes place during a war they forget to tell anybody about.
And that is why you, too, may refuse to believe. After all, how—or why—could anyone forget to tell anybody a war is going on?
Yes—how or why could anybody ever forget to tell anybody such a thing?

A war-torn world in which all the same fireworks are seen through the trees above the long wooden table where they’re beginning to be seated for the extended family Holiday meal. Snipers among the diners kneeling beside bushes, among the small trash heaps, behind bullet pocked cars. Motorcyclists approaching, machine gunners riding in sidecars beside them. The children are lost in the wonder of exploding pinwheels, bursting stars.

“What’d they do, have a war in here and forget to tell anybody about it, man?” The Troll spits in an arc from the shattered sidewalk, through the shoved open door, into a once-room of broken glass and smashed plaster.
“Yeah. It’s like one of them movie sets. You know, the front wall’s a façade, and behind is nothin’.”
“Nothin’ but junk, looks like to me. Shit man, they drop a bomb in here or somethin’? Looks like photos of Germany or Japan at the end of the War.”
Moving slowly through the rubble. It seems to be smoking, so thick are the plaster and brick dust motes visible in the sunlight shafts swarming through gaping holes and fissures in the used-to-be walls.
Scattered among the debris, tortured remains of electrical equipment, outlets, switches, wall and ceiling fixtures, telephones, desk machines . . . the secretarial lobby area for a central command of skeletons and ghosts . . .
Skeins of loose cables and wiring swaying tendril-like in the flows of aquarium tinted air. An eerie phosphorescence flickering among shadows . . . for a moment wondering if the metallic tendrils are not the moving gestures of mutated beings, their huge-eyed bodies lying camouflaged among the heaps of rubble, watching us, toying with us, letting us enter deeper into their lair.

The West Wing of the Hospital is under reconstruction, so the addicts and alcoholics housed there for treatment have to be taken to the Psych Ward to smoke. Between the areas, a corridor, with on the Psych side a heavy door, with thick glass window containing a heavy metal mesh.

As their own door opens and the Behavioral Treatment patients emerge into the corridor, a mob of Psychs in flapping bathrobes and Johnnies hurtle towards them, shrieking and keening in high pitched tones.
“Don’t let them grab the matches!! For God’s sake, don’t let them grab the matches or snatch the lighters!!” The Nurse is shouting, out of sheer habit...

Pleading faces, searing eyes, clutching, clawing hands, kicking feet, churning tongues—bodies attacking on all fronts, wheedling, cajoling and assaulting for a match, a lighter, a cigarette, or a quick grope. A smell of chemical cleaners and hair gels, body odors and cheap perfumes hangs tattered in the shredded air. A woman smiles seductively and raises her Johnnie, exposing her crotch.
“Bitch like to smoke after sex,” a thick tranquilizer-slurred voice somewhere in the mob booms.
“Me, too, me, too!!!” screams a little old woman, a faded scarf wrapped around her head. “Me, too!” She lifts her Johnnie even higher than did the first woman, exposing wrinkled breasts the color and shape of dates.

Finally the fumbling fingers of the Nurse get the smoking room door open and the addicts and drunks file in. As soon as the door closes, faces smear distortedly against the glass, wild eyes watching every gesture of the cigarette lighting rituals, their distended pupils howling with nicotine hunger.
A sudden banging sound at the base of the door—and there, at the crack between floor and door bottom—lips, open mouths—sucking in what they can of the smoke drifting in the room’s sun-filled air. Some of the smoke is sucked out through this tiny crack, and there await the sucking mouths of the fanatics to try to receive their Communion Hit. At the meshed window stand those not aggressive enough to have gained a place at the Feast. Hungry eyes greedily staring, their sweating palms streak the glass as through the meshing they watch, hypnotized, the trajectories of smoke with riveted fascination.

The Troll is trudging along through the heaps of rubble, kicking at bits of brick and stone, shoving at bits and pieces of fallen rafters. The succession of huge shafts of light pouring through the demolished parts of the walls followed by areas of cool shadow, dim and echoing with a distant dripping, is sending me into memories and dreams of the insides of other Cathedrals. Organ music of Bach playing by Messien at Saint Sulpice following morning Mass long ago. . . smoking hashish in the dim corridors of an ancient winding-staired building . . . the sound of pigeons outside a window overlooking the roofs on a day which---

The Troll is grabbing my shoulder. “Hey man, don’t drift off on me, now. We gotta find this dude.”
The Cathedral, though, remains with me, and walking among the shadows, seeing across the bare, chilly wind-swept stone floors, somewhere in the dim distance, the flickering shadows of—
“Come on, man, snap outta it! We gotta find this dude, man.”

On and on through the shadows the figure went, and I following after, begin to realize his face keeps changing as I see it through his back. Yes, through the cloak on his back I see the face. Not unlike Laurence Olivier as Richard the Third. And hoping all this time it might be a poet, a Saint.
And then words rise up, echoing in organ tones from among the rubble, distinct notes which create letters which produce words which turn into colors and become “illuminated manuscripts.”

And at the hospital among the screaming, desperate words flares up violently the flaming head of a patient who has somehow seized a lighter and, playing with it desperately, trying to light anything that she might be able to smoke, has set fire to her hair. Her screaming mouth is a fountain of sounds amidst the aureole of flames leaping from her burning head. Fascinated, not fearful, many others run to her side and start sticking their fingers and hands into the mounting blaze, while the nurses come running with fire extinguishers.

Jet fueled by adrenaline, the suddenly violent and powerful patients knock down the nurses and beat them with the fire extinguishers, as the burning head supplies them with ever more fire with which to light hastily grabbed magazines, newspaper, prescription pads, toilet paper, tampons, cotton swabbing, bits and pieces of torn down patients’ art works decorating the hall walls.

Watching the pyre of documents and objects burn with maniacal eyes, the patients are ignited by a fiery, ecstatic energy and begin to rush through the corridors, rooms and nurses’ station

Locked inside the smoking room and protected by the extra thick reinforced and wire mesh -netted door and window, the addicts watch with a detached amusement.

A War they forgot to tell anybody about has exploded in the rooms and corridors in the nurses’ station and threatens to spread to other floors as maddened patients smash through the doors leading to the stair wells, and begin climbing, some up and some down, with their flaming torches, and, in some cases, with their own hair and bodies on fire.

One contingent has broken down the doors to the medicine dispensary, and literally enflamed hands and minds are grabbing at any thing they can get their hands on, wildly swallowing pills and tossing syringes about the clean-tiled floors. The sounds of breaking glass and rolling pills, the odors of chemicals being unleashed like genies from their bottles, fill the turbulent and heat seething air, thickened by smoke and the sounds of choking, sobbing voices.

The addicts remain safely locked into their fire resistant room, watching with detachment. A detachment soon shattered when firemen break down the door and drag them out of the hospital, throwing them on to the lawn out front, ordering them to stay there for the sake of their own lives, and not to add further confusion to the out of control scene.

The flame-howling patients who have found their ways to the ground floor are stumbling out of various exits, some of them bearing chemicals with them from the nurses’ station which suddenly explode as they lose balance and fall on the ground.

Others, finding themselves atop the roof, have begun to hurl flaming objects down at the watching crowd and the earnest faced policemen and firemen. M any of them were fearful enough of the insane to begin with, are truly terrified now by the adrenaline amped strength and flaming faces and figures who mock them from above or come flaming out the exit doors , exploding on the lawns and, miraculously still living, come hurtling straight towards them like Kamikaze pilots.

Inside the dimness of the bombed out Cathedral architectures of the subterranean corridors and labyrinths of the abandoned building, the Troll and I stumbled on, following a suddenly noticeable smell of smoke, an odor of burning. Somewhere ahead of us there were smashings and sounds of shouting, and the sudden pop pop of a gun being fired. In the distance in the dimness flared the quick, staccato gun blasts, and by the mounting glow on the sides of the cavernous walls we could see with growing clarity the ritual performance taking place on a small stage in the Theater of the War nobody had been told was going on.

Reaching the crumbling remains of a once-wall of a once-room of some kind, most likely an old storage room for the workshops once there, we quickly cleared away some junk and made a rudimentary structure to use as an “observation post.” We used one side of it as a barricade and squatted down behind it, clutching in our hands the thickest pipe pieces we could find. Unfortunately, many were of lead, too soft and pliable for our purposes; the search for weapons among the broken machine parts was taking more time than we wanted it to.

Clutching our finally found metal clubs we watched as someone emerged from out of the shadows to one side of the cave-like opening ahead and marched towards the flame-lit wall that we could see. From the shadow it cast we could see that it was a figure with a full face mask on, with gloves on the hands. These gloved hands held the tightly bound ends of a rope which was wrapped around a hooded figure, whose arms could not move and eyes could not see. Even the feet seemed to be bound with some kind of restraints. Both their shadows grew to huge proportions as they neared the orange and red flame-colored wall.

Inside the hospital, fires were being put out and the injured cared for and carried away. All the same, there still remained a number of the incendiary rioters roaming the corridors and guarding the roof top.

Suddenly realizing that the patients must have broken into the drug cabinets and helped themselves to God knows what all combinations of chemicals, a small group of doctors and nurses lay siege to the police and fire officers. Screaming that the patients were not themselves so dangerous, but only made so by the mega doses of meds, proved to be not at all as reassuring to the officers as they had hoped.

You mean those motherfuckers ain’t just crazy they’re loaded too?
shouted a thick set fireman running by with a length of hose, while a police officer swore stormily and spat profusely, cursing the day the crazies had been made crazier by drug stoking doctors working for the pharmaceutical companies. He knew all about it he said—because—look u p there!! That’s my daughter! Those fuckheads took away her life and my baby girl.

Seized suddenly by a convulsive rage, the officer began firing at one of the small groups of doctors, screaming that he would wreak justice for the crimes of the drug companies and their paid off accomplices, those fucking drug pushers called doctors who all deserved to be publicly executed for their tortures of the innocent.

Suddenly, as though providing back up, there was a rapid burst of fire from the rooftops, also targeting a group of doctors. Someone screamed—oh my God! They’ve caught some officers and taken all their weapons!

Oh shit, not a hostage situation, a large angry cop said to another. Shit, these assholes ain’t crazy—they’ve just watched too much motherfucking TV.

Talk ‘bout TV Sir—here they come!

The place was being surrounded by a horde of TV trucks, with cables and cameras and cute reporters emerging and swiftly taking control of most of the parameters the police and firemen had negligently left open. Every time an officer spoke to them, asking them to move, they aimed a camera at him or her, baiting them to explode for the evening news so the situation could be blamed on somebody, anybody, but certainly not on the heavy advertising revenues-producing Hospital and insurance companies, and certainly not the pharmaceutical companies and doctors’ associations.

Self-importantly occupied with taking up their battle stations and beating back the police, the newspersons so far had not noticed the apparently allied gun fire from the rooftop and the crazed, vengeful officer. Seeing his fellow officers being shoved about and having cameras thrust in their faces, the already enraged officer launched into a catharsis-driven all out unloading of his weapons in to the midst of the media, while from above there rained down a hail of heavy back -up fire. Not only were a great many persons hit, and much equipment shattered, but it appeared the snipers from above were targeting also the gas tanks of the vehicles, several of which exploded into mini-infernos. Then all Hell broke loose . . .

Mounting the stage of heaped and arranged rubble with the glowing walls as backdrop, the face-masked figure calmly turned the hooded one to face an unseen audience. Placing a gun to the hooded head, the figure behind it unloaded three shots, exploding the skull among shreds of torn cloth, hair, skin and brains. The remnants of an ear landed neatly atop a slight outcropping, which held it aloft as elegantly as though it were a hat hung from a hat stand.

Having found our way as silently and invisibly as possible out of the labyrinthine Cathedral where the Theatrical Cinema of Catharsis of Concealed Faces had taken place, the Troll and I stood again looking at the battered and drab façade which kept the secret ceremonies of the Untold War so well hidden.

You know man, Walt Whitman wrote of the Civil War in his book Specimen Days that the real War will never get into the books. The war, the unwritten war—that lies buried in the countless anonymous graves scattered across the shattered landscapes.

Yeah, the Troll says, the War they Forgot to tell Anybody About.

Shrugging our shoulders, we walked off in the grey rain through more grey streets to find some place to shoot up the dope baggies we had found among the stones and machine parts. Probably left there in an attempt at hiding them by the person in the hood who no longer existed and would never come back to retrieve them.

Even if there wasn’t no War, somebody sure got to take home the Spoils of War—hey!

Well then, they wouldn’t be spoils of War now, would they? If they wasn’t no War--

No—just Acts of God, heroin from heaven.

The War they forgot to tell anybody about . . .

Somewhere in time and space, among memories and dreams, among the scenes of other lifetimes lived, passing in front of the eyes in the Cinema of Catharsis, the Real War of the hospital was being heavily edited and censored, by the TV station, by the police, the firemen, by the doctors, the nurses, the drug companies, the insurance corporations, before it would be broadcast and join all the Real Wars never to be written, never to be told---

You see why no one believes these stories of mine. You never heard of them before, never read about them and never saw them on TV.

That alone gives evidence enough to begin to realize that for this very reason, they are Real, the Real War that never got into the books, the unwritten, the untold War---

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Palestinian and Israeli Women Redefine the Clash of Civilizations

This seemed appropriate after the prior post about Durban. From KABOBfest:

From The Guardian, a short essay by photographer Ryuichi Hirokawa on this photo. It is part of an exhibit for London's Palestine Film Festival:
I took this in 2002, at Al-Ram checkpoint on the West Bank. All the checkpoints had been closed by Israeli troops and these women were demonstrating to have them opened, so that food and medical supplies could come through. An hour before, a group of men had been demonstrating, but the soldiers pulled out their batons so the women - who were both Palestinian and Israeli - moved to the front.

Durban Review Conference, Racism, And the Clash of Civilizations

If Durban I was a watershed moment for the Palestinian justice movement, bringing together for the first time thousands of activists from around the world (yes, including a handful of anti-Semites), all united in shining a light on Israel's growing litany of human rights violations, it's no wonder the right-wing Israel Lobby reacted with total panic regarding the Durban Review Conference. (One person in Geneva was overhead saying, "We reacted with a fire hose when all we needed was a lawn sprinkler.")
They succeeded in getting the United States and European countries-all part of the colonial project and in the case of the US, the world's only remaining empire- to reject any attempts to shine a light on Israeli institutional racism. Hmm.
As European Jews for a just Peace chair Dror Feiler asks, "Is it really such a scandal to describe Israel as a racist country?"
Because, what else can we call a nation whose policies make crucial differences between people, based on religion and ethnicity? What should we call a state under whose laws everyone is not equal? What should we call the practice of granting exclusive land-purchasing {Editor's correction: it's land-leasing} rights to Jewish citizens (approximately 90 percent of the country's land is not available for purchase {lease} to the country's non-Jewish citizens, solely because they are not Jewish? What should we call laws that allow Jewish citizens to marry foreign nationals and live together in Israel while that same thing is forbidden for Israel's Palestinian citizens, solely based on their ethnicity?
Sid Shniad, co-chair of Canada's Independent Jewish Voices, has a great write-up of the conference. Of particular interest- he gives a rundown of Israeli Michel Warschawski's analysis of what happened in the context of colonial politics. It's absolutely true that the right wing Israel groups in the US have long pushed a Clash of Civilizations framework, which suggests Jews/Christians and Muslims are essential enemies. (And which the vital partnerships of Muslims and Jews in the peace movement shows to be completely absurd.) Of course, the heightened Nazification of Muslims/Arabs, adds on a whole new, disturbing layer. Demonization of a group is a linguistic precursor to annihilation. It makes bombing Iranians, for example, OK.
Michel Warschawski of the Alternate Information Center in Israel provided a particularly powerful analysis of the significance of the original Durban conference and the events that have transpired since. According to Warschawski, the Durban conference marked a major success in the struggle against colonialism – so successful that it became a catalyst for an alliance of Zionist and neoconservative elements determined to mount a global counter-offensive and roll back the progress that the forces opposed to colonialism made there.

Warschawski traced how this counter-offensive focused initially on terrorism, shifting later to Islamic terrorism, and finally ended up indicting Islam itself as the enemy. All this was promoted under the rubric of the Clash of Civilizations, with Judeo-Christianity portrayed as engaged in a battle to the death with Islamic Barbarism in an open-ended war.[2] Those who rejected this framework were accused of being anti-Semitic.
In an aside, Warschawski countered the hysterical Zionist insistence that anti-Semitism is growing by leaps and bounds, noting that while it continues to exist, European anti-Semitism is coming from right wing Christian sources rather than those rooted in Islam. He concluded his comments on this subject on a positive note, offering evidence that anti-Semitism is in fact declining over time.
Warschawski argued that Palestine is the frontline in this war and that the Israeli Wall constitutes the dividing line between Judeo-Christian 'Civilization' and Islamic 'Barbarism,' with the underlying issue being the attempt by the Zionists and neoconservatives to re-impose empire, which has been badly shaken by 40 years of successful anti-colonial struggle. He noted that in the context of the Durban Review and the attempts to weaken and undermine it, progressive forces had been put on the defensive and forced backwards, explaining that this is what the boycott campaign and the attempts to disrupt the conference from within had been all about. Warschawski concluded by imploring activists to dedicate themselves to ensuring that they are fully prepared for the upcoming Durban Plus Ten review so that the original, successful struggle can be resumed.
I think it needs to be said that while the Alternative Information Center's Warschawski is likely right about the exaggerated threats of anti-Semitism in Christian Europe, which is antisemitism's historic homeland after all, he does not consider the growing anti-Semitism in the Arab world where, ironically, before the early Zionist settlers began to arrive in historic Palestine, Jews and Muslims often lived side by side quite peacefully.
In his own excellent analysis, Warschawski wrote about a dynamic that I witnessed myself. It's just one of the increasingly long list of things done to destroy Durban.
In the Civil Society Forum their tactic was different, knowing that the one used in the States' Conference wouldn't work. Different but no less efficient. They used part of the African delegation to marginalize the Palestinian issue and neutralize its centrality by mixing it with other crisis throughout the world, in particular the Darfur massacres. Inciting Africans against Arabs by the demagogic arguments: "aren't you fed-up being ignored and marginalized by the Palestinian issue?" and "Is Darfur less painful than Palestine?," the Israeli-US campaign managed to create great tensions in the NGO Forum.

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Friday, May 08, 2009

Museos de Mexico No. 253

  Cartelera INBA

Eduardo II
Teatro Julio Jiménez Rueda
del sábado 25 de abril al domingo 7 de junio

La Exhibicionista
Sala Xavier Villaurrutia
del viernes 3 de abril al domingo 7 de junio

Teatro El Granero, Xavier Rojas
del jueves 5 de marzo al domingo 10 de mayo

Lux Boreal Compañia de Danza Contemporanea
Teatro de la Danza
del jueves 21 de mayo al sábado 23 de mayo

Fritz y amigos
Teatro de la Danza
del miércoles 13 de mayo al sábado 16 de mayo

Íntimo tango
Teatro de la Danza
del lunes 11 de mayo al lunes 18 de mayo

Presentación del libro: "Otra cebolla de cristal"
Palacio de Bellas Artes
martes 26 de mayo

Presentación de libros: "Reediciones de Gonzalo Martré"
Palacio de Bellas Artes
miércoles 20 de mayo

Taller de poesía experimental
Centro de Lectura Condesa
del miércoles 18 de marzo al miércoles 17 de junio

Vicente Mendiola Quezada
Museo Nacional de Arquitectura
del jueves 26 de febrero al domingo 31 de mayo

Música y Ópera
Conciertos de Bellas Artes
Casa de Cultura de Tamaulipas en la Cd. de México
sábado 23 de mayo

Coro de Madrigalistas de Bellas Artes - II Temporada 2009
Palacio de Bellas Artes
domingo 17 de mayo

Orquesta Sinfónica Nacional / Concierto 12
Teatro Hidalgo "Ignacio Retes"
del viernes 15 de mayo al domingo 17 de mayo

Artes Visuales
Visitas guiadas con los curadores
Museo Tamayo Arte Contemporáneo
sábado 23 de mayo

Panorámica / Ciclo de videos
Museo Tamayo Arte Contemporáneo
del sábado 25 de abril al sábado 9 de mayo

Quorum Power
Museo de Arte Carrillo Gil
del miércoles 25 de febrero al miércoles 20 de mayo

  Cultura UDG
Me llamo Elisabeth
Dir. Jean-Pierre Améris, del 20 al 30 de abril, 16:00, 18:00 y 20:00 h., Cineforo Universidad

Luz de niebla
Coreografía Beatriz Cruz, música Marcos García, jueves 14, 21, 28 de mayo, 20:30 hrs., estudio Diana

Ballet folclórico Infantil
de la Universidad de Guadalajara, sábado 27 de junio, 20:00 hrs., domingo 28 de junio. 18:00 hrs., Teatro Diana

Ballet Folclórico de la U. de G.
domingos 19 y 26 de julio, 12:30 a.m., domingos 2, 9, 16, 23 y 30 de agosto., Teatro Degollado

Exposición del Colectivo PHOTO X
Dentro del 1er. Foro Internacional de fotoperiodismo Guadalajara 2009, jueves 7 de mayo, 20:30 hrs., Casa Vallarta

Retrospectiva Daniel Aguilar
Dentro del 1er. Foro Internacional de fotoperiodismo Guadalajara 2009, viernes 8 de mayo, 20:30 hrs., Casa Escorza

II foro de novela negra
Edgar Allan Poe, del 4 al 8 de mayo, Museo de la ciudad

Convocatoria al Premio Nacional de Dramaturgia UAM-UdeG
dedicada al Bicentenario de la Independencia de México y al Centenario de la Revolución Mexicana.

Convocatoria al Concurso de poesía; vistiendo las palabras
dirigido a mujeres estudiantes, .

Disidente, tour 2009
Grupos invitados: Seis pistos y Canibales, sábado 25 de abril, 21:00 hrs., Cavaret Teatro Estudio

Eblen Macari y Mauricio Sotelo
Avant-Folk, jueves 14 de mayo, 20:30 hrs., Paraninfo Enrique Díaz de León

Los amigos invisibles
Comercial Tour, sábado 23 de mayo, 21:00 hrs., Cavaret Teatro Estudio

La revo
(La revolución de Emiliano Zapata), e invitados en vivo, sábado 30 de mayo, 21:00 hrs., Cavaret Teatro Estudio

Dr. Frankenstein
Ópera rock de José Fors, viernes 3 y sábado 4 de julio, 21:00 hrs., Teatro Diana

Dir. Jorge Angeles, estreno 25 de abril, hasta el 24 de mayo, sábados, 20:30; domingos, 18:00 hrs., Teatro Experimental de Jalisco

Leyenda de un héroe maya, sábado 25 de abril, 18:00 y, domingo 26 de abril, 13:00 hrs., Teatro Diana

Hamlet, príncipe de DinamarClown
Dir. Fausto Ramírez, estreno 30 de abril y durante mayo, jueves y viernes de mayo, 20:00 hrs., Teatro Experimental de Jalisco

El diablito de Benjamín
Dir. Manuel Parra, sábados 18:00 y domingos 13:00 hrs., durante mayo, estudio Diana

Dir. Victor Castillo, estreno 6 de mayo, 20:30 hrs., martes y miércoles de mayo y junio, Teatro Experimental

Slava´s Snowshow
Espectáculo cirquense y mimica, 18, 19 y 20 de junio, 17:00 hrs. y el, domingo 21, 13:00 hrs., Teatro Diana

Dr. Frankenstein
Ópera rock de José Fors, viernes 3 y sábado 4 de julio, 21:00 hrs., Teatro Diana

  Agenda de Eventos en la Ciudad de México
Educación continua
Universidad del Claustro de Sor Juana
Tipo: Cursos y Talleres
Claustro de Sor Juana
02/Ene/2009 al 30/Dic/2009

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Universidad del Claustro de Sor Juana
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Claustro de Sor Juana
02/Ene/2009 al 30/Dic/2009


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  Exposiciones en la Ciudad de México
Exposiciones temporales
Universidad del Claustro de Sor Juana
del 02/Ene/2009 al 30/Dic/2009
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Difamación a la miniatura
Museo del Estanquillo
del 19/Mar/2009 al 11/May/2009
Difamación a la miniatura es la exposición de 23 piezas en miniatura de las Colecciones Carlos Mon...
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Tierra espiritual
Museo Tamayo Arte Contemporáneo
del 11/Dic/2008 al 26/Jul/2009
La muestra, integrada por 400 piezas, presenta una revisión de su colección sobre el término primiti...
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Te pareces tanto a mí
Museo del Estanquillo
del 28/Nov/2008 al 30/Jul/2009
El retrato es la forma más mentirosa o más sincera con que la sociedad quiere perpetuar la valentía ...
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Crónicas de la ausencia. Óscar Muñoz y Rosângela Rennó
Museo Tamayo Arte Contemporáneo
del 26/Feb/2009 al 21/Jun/2009
Organizada por el Museo Tamayo, esta muestra busca propiciar un diálogo entre la obra de la artista ...
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  Exposiciones en el Interior de la   República
Museo de Arte Abstracto Manuel Felguérez
del 03/Abr/2009 al 03/Jun/2009
EL Gobierno del Estado a través del Instituto Zacatecano de Cultura y el Museo de Arte Abstracto Ma...
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Filo Profundo de Ricardo Pinto
Museo de Arte Abstracto Manuel Felguérez
del 03/Abr/2009 al 03/Jun/2009
Exposición del Maestro Ricardo Pinto...
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Agenda de Eventos en el Interior
de la República
Museo de Arte Abstracto Manuel Felguérez
Tipo: Cursos y Talleres
Servicios Educativos
08/Mar/2009 al 31/Dic/2009

Nuestro objetivo es proponer al Museo como un espacio de reflexión, aprendizaje y di&aacut...
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Diplomado. El arte de México indígena. Desde la época prehispánica hasta nuestros días.
Museo Amparo
Tipo: Actividades Paralelas
Museo Amparo
13/Mar/2009 al 29/Ago/2009
17:00 hrs.

Diplomado El Arte del México Indígena
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