Hafa adai ginen i hagan Guahan

Ka oha Taibo Hafa adai Ráán ánnim Bula vi naka Jinisa Aloha Naimbag a bigatyo Maayo nga adlaw Halo Nagapuam Mayap ayabak Malia goe Mauri Lwen wo Ena koe Kia ora Kaoha nui Yokwe yokwe Fakaalofa atu Etowi Danuaa Alii Kauangerang Maabig ya kabuasán Kaselehlia ‘Iorana Noa ‘ ia ‘e mauri Talofa Mabuhay Ia ora na Taloha ni Malo e lelei Maqayu Mogethin Wis wei

Monday, January 31, 2011

Inifresi



performed by Zach Lujan

Friday, January 28, 2011

Indigenous Communities in the Military Industrial Crosshairs

The Inupiac community of Barrows, Alaska have the same dynamics as Chamorus in Guahan in the face of outsider intrusion and interests. Who are the true caretakers of a culture and a people? Those that capitulate to the "forces" of change, scurrying to service the masters in order to "have a piece of the pie?" Or those who love and respect our environment, fight to protect our cultural values & traditions, and strive to walk in the way of our ancestors?

Monday, January 24, 2011

Military Rule: Bruce Gagnon is interviewed by Dr. Helen Caldicott

Brilliant interview of Bruce Gagnon, blogger for Organizing Notes and coordinator for Global Network Against Weapons & Nuclear Power in Space by Dr. Helen Caldicott.

Bruce Gagnon on fighting the U.S. weaponization of space
January 17, 2011

Listen to interview here.


Bruce Gagnon

Dr Caldicott’s guest this week is Bruce Gagnon, coordinator of the Global Network Against Weapons & Nuclear Power in Space. Between 1983–1998, Gagnon was the State Coordinator of the Florida Coalition for Peace & Justice, and has worked on space issues for 27 years. He is a member of the National Writers Union, his articles have appeared in many publications and writes a popular blog called Organizing Notes. Gagnon initiated the Maine Campaign to Bring Our War $$ Home in 2009 that spread to other New England states, and beyond. This campaign made the important connections between endless war spending and fiscal crisis throughout the U.S.

Listen to Dr. Caldicott’s October 2009 interview with Gagnon.

http://ifyoulovethisplanet.org/

Tuesday, January 18, 2011

Farewell to the Utterly Unique John Ross

counterpunch

All the Right Enemies
Farewell to the Utterly Unique John Ross

By FRANK BARDACKE

John's gone. John Ross. I doubt that we will ever see anyone remotely like him again.

The bare bones, as he would say, are remarkable enough. Born to show business Communists in New York City in 1938, he had minded Billie Holliday’s dog, sold dope to Dizzy Gillespie, and vigiled at the hour of the Rosenberg execution, all before he was sixteen years old. An aspiring beat poet, driven by D.H. Lawrence’s images of Mexico, he arrived at the Tarascan highlands of Michoacan at the age of twenty, returning to the U.S. six years later in 1964, there to be thrown in the Federal Penitentiary at San Pedro, for refusing induction into the army.

Back on the streets of San Francisco eighteen months later, he joined the Progressive Labor Movement, then a combination of old ex-CPers fleeing the debased party and young poets and artists looking for revolutionary action. For a few years he called the hip, crazy, Latino 24th and Mission his “bio-region,” as he ran from the San Francisco police and threw dead rats at slumlords during street rallies of the once powerful Mission Coalition.

When the not so ex-Stalinists drove him and others out of P.L. (“break the poets’ pencils” was the slogan of the purge) he moved up north to Arcata where he became an early defender of the forest and the self-described town clown and poet in residence. From there it was Tangier and the Maghreb, the Basque country, anti-nuke rallies in Ireland, and then back to San Francisco, where he finally found his calling as a journalist. “Investigative poet” was the title he preferred, and in 1984, he was dispatched by Pacific News Service to Latin America, where he walked with the Sendero Luminoso, broke bread with the Tupac Amaru, and hung out with cadres of the M-19.

In 1985, after the earthquake, he moved into the Hotel Isabela in the Centro Historico of Mexico City, where for the next 25 years he wrote the very best accounts in English (no one is even a close second) of the tumultuous adventures of Mexican politics.

During the Mexican years, he managed to write nine books in English, a couple more in Spanish, and a batch of poetry chapbooks, all the while he was often on the road, taking a bus to the scene of a peasant rebellion or visiting San Francisco or becoming a human shield in Baghdad, or protecting a Palestinian olive harvest from marauding Israeli settlers.



John Ross at Day of the Dead celebration.

He died this morning, a victim of liver cancer, at the age of 73, just where he wanted to, in the village of Tepizo, Michoacan, in the care of his dear friends, Kevin and Arminda.

That’s the outline of the story. Then there was John. Even in his seventies, a tall imposing figure with a narrow face, a scruffy goatee and mustache, a Che T-shirt covered by a Mexican vest, a Palestinian battle scarf thrown around his neck, bags of misery and compassion under his eyes, offset by his wonderful toothless smile and the cackling laugh that punctuated his comical riffs on the miserable state of the universe.

He was among the last of the beats, master of the poetic rant, committed to the exemplary public act, always on the side of the poor and defeated. His tormentors defined him. A sadistic prison dentist pulled six of his teeth. The San Francisco Tac Squad twice bludgeoned his head, ruining one eye and damaging the other. The guards of Mexico’s vain, poet-potentate Octavio Paz beat him to the ground in a Mexico City airport, and continued to kick him while he was down. Israeli settlers pummeled him with clubs until he bled, and wrecked his back forever.

He had his prickly side. He hated pretense, pomposity and unchecked power wherever he found it. Losing was important to him. Whatever is the dictionary opposite of an opportunist—that’s what John was. He never got along with an editor, and made it a matter of principle to bite the hand that fed him. It got so bad, he left so few bridges unburnt, that in order to read his wonderful weekly dispatches in the pre-internet years, I had to subscribe to an obscure newsletter, a compilation of Latin American news, and then send more money to get the editors to send along John’s column. [John had a relationship lasting many years with CounterPunch, publishing hundreds of dispatches, with only trifling hiccups with the editors. AC/JSC.]

He had his sweet side, too. He was intensely loyal to his friends, generous with all he had, proud of his children, grateful for Elizabeth’s support and collaboration, and wonderful, warm company at an evening meal. When my son, Ted, arrived in Mexico in 1990, John helped him get a job, find a place to live, introduced him around, and became his Sunday companion and confidant, as they huddled in front of John’s 11-inch TV watching the weekly broadcasts of NBA games.

He was a great, true sports fan, especially of basketball. One of the last times I saw him was at a friend’s house in San Francisco, in between radiation treatments, watching a Warriors game on a big screen TV, smoking what he still called the “killer weed.” Joe and I listened to him recount NY Knicks history, the origin of the jump shot, and Kareem’s last game, which somehow led to a long complaint about kidneys for sale in Mexico that had been harvested in China out of the still warm body of some poor, rural immigrant who had been legally executed for jaywalking in Beijing.


John Ross earlier this year. Photo: Joe Blum.

The very last time I had the pleasure of his company was at breakfast in Los Angeles when Ted and I saw him off on his last book tour, promoting El Monstruo, his loving history of Mexico City. He was in great form. His cancer was in remission—a “cancer resister,” he called himself—and he entertained us with a preview of his trip: long, tiresome Greyhound rides, uncomfortable couches, talks to tiny groups of the marginalized, the last defenders of lost causes without the money to buy his books. It would be a losing proposition, like so many of his others, all of which secure his place among the angels.

Frank Bardacke taught at Watsonville Adult School, California’s Central Coast, for 25 years. His history of the United Farm Workers and Cesar Chavez, Trampled in the Vintage, is forthcoming from Verso. He can be reached at bardacke@sbcglobal.com

http://www.counterpunch.org/bardacke01182011.html

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Mission Loc@l

Author John Ross Dies in Mexico


John Ross 1938-2011

Ellizabeth Bell
January 18, 2011

Journalist, investigative poet and social activist John Ross died peacefully today at Lake Patzcuaro in Mexico where he had lived on and off for the past 50 years. He was 72. The cause was liver cancer.

A young generation Beat poet and the national award-winning author of ten books of fiction and nonfiction, and nine chapbooks of poetry, Ross received the American Book Award (1995) for Rebellion from the Roots: Zapatista Uprising in Chiapas, and the coveted Upton Sinclair Award (2005) for Murdered By Capitalism: 150 Years of Life and Death on the American Left. The first journalist to bring news of the indigenous Mexican Zapatista revolution to English-speaking readers, Ross was widely regarded as a “voice for those without a voice,” who stood with the poor and oppressed in his brilliantly stylized writing, suffering beatings and arrests during many nonviolent protests.

An iconoclast who took every chance to afflict the comfortable and educate the public, Ross turned down honors from the San Francisco Board of Supervisors in 2009, which had praised him for telling “stories nobody else could or would tell,” and as an organizer for tenants’ rights. In the chamber, Ross recalled an appearance before the Board forty years before when he was dragged from the same room for disturbing the peace. He blamed an “attack” by the San Francisco Police Department for the loss of his left eye. Ross told the Board, “Death was on our plate” when he went to Baghdad as a human shield during U.S. bombing, and again, when he was beaten by Israeli settlers alongside Palestinian olive farmers.

“Life, like reporting, is a kind of death sentence,” he said. “Pardon me for having lived it so fully.”

Born in New York City, Ross grew up amidst the pre-Civil Rights era folk and jazz scene, influenced at an early age by the music of Charlie Parker, Dizzy Gillespie and Max Roach and legendary sports figures like the Harlem Globetrotters. He is survived by his sister, artist Susan Gardner; his children, Dante Ross and Carla Ross-Allen; and one grandchild, Zoe Ross-Allen’.

In addition to his popular accounts of Mexican life and politics, chronicled in the series “Mexico Barbaro” and “Blindman’s Buff,,” John Ross reported for the San Francisco Examiner, CounterPunch, the San Francisco Bay Guardian, Pacific News Service, Pacifica Radio, LA Weekly, Noticias Aliadas, La Jornada, Sierra Magazine and many other print and radio organizations. In 2010, under treatment for liver cancer, he toured nationally with El Monstruo: True Tales of Dread & Redemption in Mexico City, already a cult classic, using a hand-held magnifying glass to read his words before packed audiences.

One of the earliest resisters to the Vietnam War, Ross spent two and a half years as a prisoner of conscience in a federal penitentiary for refusing the draft. On release, he recounts in a poem, when a prison authority walked him to the door,

Ross he told me with a look of disgust

written all over his smarmy mush,

you never learned

how to be a prisoner.

Memorial services to be held in San Francisco, Mexico City, Humboldt County and New York City will be announced at a later date.

http://missionlocal.org/2011/01/author-john-ross-dies-in-mexico/

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http://www.northcoastjournal.com/blogthing/2011/01/17/john-ross-gone2/

Wednesday, January 12, 2011

Blessed Unrest

Paul Hawken presentation at Bioneers Conference 2006



http://www.blessedunrest.com/

Saturday, January 1, 2011

Oaxacan Accepts Challenge: Who Will Look After the Immigrants?






Mark R. Day
December 30, 2010

The massacre of 72 Central American migrants in Mexico’s northern state of Tamaulipas last September and the recent kidnapping of 55 more Central Americans in Oaxaca by criminal gangs on Dec. 16 are provoking a common question: who is looking after the migrants?

These tragedies are discussed daily by leaders both here and in Mexico as key members of the U.S. Congress take an increasingly harder line on undocumented immigrants and lay out plans for stricter border enforcement and increased deportations.

One such leader is Rufino Dominguez who was recently named head of the Oaxacan Institute for the Care of Migrants by the state’s newly elected governor, Gabino Cue Monteagudo. July’s election was an upset for the Revolutionary Institutional Party (PRI) that ruled Oaxaca for 81 years and was accused of widespread corruption and repression against dissenters.

Dominguez, a former migrant farm worker, has served as California state director of the Indigenous Front of Binational Organizations (F.I.O.B) in Fresno for the past nine years. He left that post to set up the migrant office in Oaxaca in late December and met with Oaxacans in San Diego to discuss the challenges he faces.

Oaxacan migrants are scattered throughout Mexico and the United States.

It is estimated that 150,000 live in California. Some 25,000 live in San Diego County. Most are poor, live in substandard housing, lack health care, engage in farm work and speak one of Oaxaca’s 16 indigenous dialects.

Dominguez, a native Mixtec speaker, was born in San Miguel Cuevas, Oaxaca. He says he regards to election of Cue Monteagudo as governor a window of opportunity to help migrants, but is wary about the challenges he (Dominguez) faces personally in his new job.

“I never thought I would be part of the government because I believe politicians have deceived us for so many years,” said Dominguez. ‘I have never wanted to be one of them. I don’t have a lot of schooling—just barely finishing secondaria. But I am the first migrant to head the institute, and it helps that I have lived all aspects of the migrant experience.”

Dominguez explained to his countryman at the Vista Public Library that it is much easier to deal with migrants in the U.S. where there is at least a minimal recognition of human rights. This is not true in Oaxaca, he added, where political assassinations are common occurrences.

“Indigenous people in Oaxaca are not just victims of 81 years of PRI rule,” Dominguez explained, “but of 500 years of marginalization and abandonment by local, state and federal governments.”

Dominguez said he made a six year commitment to head the institute, but if human rights continue to be violated and freedom of expression is curtailed, he would not stay with the government.

Asked about his priorities in his new post, Dominguez said that he would work closely with all groups to defend not only Oaxacans but all migrants who pass through Mexican territories and who frequently suffer human rights abuse from criminal gangs as well as from Mexican police and other officials.

Another goal, said Dominguez, is to open up regional offices to serve migrants in Oaxaca—one in the Mixteca, one in the Sierra de Juarez and another in the Isthmus of Tehuantepec. “But we are not simply going to ask the government for money,” he said. “We want our own municipalities to help shoulder the burden as well.”

One pressing need, Dominguez said, is to spur economic development in Oaxaca with the help of local, state and federal governments so that Oaxacans can remain home instead of migrating. “The governor told me that we are free not to migrate as well, but I told him we need to go where we need to go, always respecting laws and human rights.”

“What I want to do in my new job is t o put into practice what I have learned here in the U.S.,” he said. “I want accountability. I want to change the culture where corruption is practiced, where people take their pay check and do nothing. We all need to work together. There is plenty of work to do.”

Contact Mark Day at mday700@yahoo.com

http://laprensa-sandiego.org/featured/oaxacan-accepts-challenge-who-will-look-after-the-migrants/