Saturday, March 31, 2007

Going, Going, Gone.....soon


Well, I did it. I gave my notice & will be leaving Banff the end of May. Where will I go? What will I do? Your guess is as good as mine. I may even find myself washed out to sea again, just for a little while. (all those ex-starboarders, don't disown me just yet, I haven't decided anything).

Speaking of sea, I'm going on a cruise next week. It can't come soon enough! I know that I just gave notice so I probably shouldn't be going on vacation. But if I don't get away for awhile, then forget May, I'll have to leave tomorrow.

I think it'll be cool to cruise. It might feel a little weird being on the other end of it for once. But my friends are there & that's all I care about. I need to have some fun, laugh til it hurts, absorb some vitamin D, maybe get a little drunk. It's been a longggggg, cold winter. I can't wait to see Gayle, we always have so much fun together.

I'll post some pics when I get back.

Friday, March 16, 2007

Thursday, March 15, 2007

Women Worth Mentioning

Juana de Pargament speaks boldly, passionately, and without stopping. This indomitable 90- year-old marches around the Plaza de Mayo in Buenos Aires at 3:30 PM every Thursday, arm-in-arm with other mothers.
Juana is a founder of the Mothers of the Plaza de Mayo, women who protested their children’s disappearances during Argentina’s brutal military dictatorship, the so-called “dirty war,” from 1976- 1983. She has been marching for 27 years


The Mothers of the Plaza de Mayo began the fight as a group of 14 on April 30, 1977. After former president Isabel Peron declared a state of siege. Under the “Doctrine of National Security,” fighting communism and upholding Christianity were trademarks of a regime based on censorship and persecution of sub- versives.

Dazed by a sudden surge in the kidnappings, which had begun as early as 1971, the Mothers banded together to demand information. When General Jorge Rafael Videla refused to meet with them, former President Azucena Villaflor suggested they assemble in the plaza facing the Casa Rosada—the presidential palace.
The middle-aged and older women, most of whom had never been politically active before, suddenly faced snarling dogs, police brutality, and death threats, which continue today.

According to Bonafini’s account in the History of the Mothers of the Plaza de Mayo, the women were condemned as mothers of “terrorists.” Several original Mothers, including Villaflor, disappeared. In 1979 they resorted to secret church meetings for fear of harshening repercussions. “Our children were militants, they knew about all this, but we didn’t. We were still working in our kitchens,” says Juana. “We went into the streets to look for them. We knocked on every door. Everything was, ‘No. We haven’t seen them, we don’t know them, we don’t recognize them.’”

The Mothers eventually discovered that their children were held in 340 secret detention centers where they were tortured, killed, and sometimes thrown into the ocean

Juana says lawyers, doctors, and psychologists participated in the systematic torture, with doctors determining how much prisoners could withstand each day without dying. The Mothers have also accused Pepsi, Coca-Cola, and the sugar refinery Ledesma of lending trucks for kidnappings.

Juana and the other Mothers agitated internationally, eventually provoking criticism of Argentina by journalists, human rights organizations, and the United Nations— earning a UNESCO Prize for Peace Education in 1999 and inspiring women’s groups from Holland to Guatemala. However, even as they were promised help, State Department officials maintained covert business relationships with the military. In fact, many military officials had been trained in U.S. military academies to fight the spread of “communism.”

“We believed they were listening with love and understanding. But it was not true,” Juana jabs the air for emphasis. “Carter tricked us, they all did.”

During Operation Condor—the code name for the secret regional South American plan to share intelligence on suspected Marxists—the Mothers received no support from the Chilean military government and activists were detained in Brazil and Uruguay as they tried to escape. The Mothers also received little aid from the Catholic Church, even though nuns and priests also disappeared. “Of the 80 bishops, only four understood us,” says Juana. “The rest supported the military, like the pope.” According to Juana, former papal envoy Pio Laghi entered concentration camps and signed death sentences. “He kicked the kids that were being tortured and said, ‘Tell them everything you know and you will be saved.’ And they still weren’t saved.”
Juana, who is Jewish, claims about 2,000 Jews were among the disappeared, with Jewish prisoners receiving “double the torture.” They were made to walk on all fours and paint their bodies with swastikas, as Nazi music blared. When the Mothers asked the Israeli embassy to save the Jewish disappeared, the Mothers were told Israel didn’t want them either because they were revolutionaries.

After the transfer to democracy in 1983, the Mothers met with new President Raúl Alfonsín, but found him unresponsive. He formed the National Commission on the Disappeared (CONADEP), which released explosive details of military repression, but found only 9,000 disappeared. The Mothers estimate at least 30,000

Even as they continue to agitate, the Mothers have also moved into a new role—teachers. Visitors often use them as a primary resource to understand a past Argentines are loath to discuss. The Mothers have written several histories, profiles of the disappeared, and a monthly newspaper. Their headquarters houses a revolutionary bookstore, cafe, and library. In 2000, they began the Popular University of the Mothers of the Plaza de Mayo, offering an activist education unavailable in mainstream schools.


Juana thinks young activists should immerse themselves in history, but steer clear of violent conflict. “Save the country with concepts, with feelings, with morality, not with the savagery of the military,” she says. “We fight so new leaders are born to govern with honesty and love. When we don’t live anymore, we want people to remember our example and what happened in this country that made us give our lives to change it once and for all.”

Amanda Schoenberg has worked as a reporter for The Tico Times, in San Jose, Costa Rica.

The mastermind behind EVERYTHING


Perhaps I'm just a cynic. Maybe I've lost faith in our politicians & leaders. I see everyone as nothing more than unapologetic spin doctors. So maybe it's just me...but doesn't it all seem a little suspicious? Isn't this scape goat a tad bit obvious? I'm not saying that Khalid Sheik Mohammad is as pure as the freshly driven snow. Not at all. I'm sure he may have aided in & done some horrendous things. But everything??? This one man is responsible for every terrorist attack & terrorist plot for the past decade?

This man has been in US custody, in secret US prisons, in countries that not only allow torture but blatantly defend their medieval techniques, for 4 years. All of a sudden he confesses to EVERYTHING? Really? He confesses to everything after 4 years of confinement & treatment that doesn't just bend but breaks the Geneva convention into pieces, without the assistance of an attorney or any legal aid. Then his confession is read, not by himself but a US Colonel, during a SECRET trial in Cuba. And when asked if his confession was given under torture his answer is blacked out by CIA for "National Security". Actually the majority of the transcript that was made public is blackened out. Now they say that Khalid's allegations of torture will be reported & investigated... What? Didn't the US colonel just claim that Khalid himself said that his confession was not given under any pressure? So if there was no pressure what torture will they investigate?
Isn't it also a coincidence how this all takes place at the same time that more Americans are against the war then ever before, the Democrats are looking strong for the next election & Bush's popularity is in the hole? What a stroke of luck for the Republicans & for Bush himself. Now they have a confession & a man they can hold up & say "see, it's working," "The war, the torture, the military funding, is all worth while." "And if you want to continue to feel secure you have to vote for us again next election."

I don't want to come off as an "anti-American", "anti-troops", "pro-terrorist" or any other label the SHEEP give to anyone with an opinion of their own. The US got this all wrong. After 9/11 the US had the world united behind them. Now, after Iraq & all the moral & legal fumbling. We have the allies split & fighting with each other, & enemies who have never before been so united.

The US needs to wake up, accept their part in this conflict, stop giving ultimatums, & come up with an end game. Which has to include some form of peaceful negotiation. I know, "we don't negotiate with terrorist." Well you can't kill them all either.

Monday, March 12, 2007

A Noise in the Attic


Manacles of Faith
Bind & sedate
Confining me to illusions of fire
The body is holy
Pure naked vision
Compelling grace from beautiful bone
And fine wine


Expose yourself to imagining
Wail in pleasure
Cause earthquakes
And other natural disasters
Unlock the attic door
Let the Woman go free

Thursday, March 08, 2007

Sunday, March 04, 2007

SOON....

RUT= 'a fixed or established mode of procedure or course in life, usually dull or unpromising. '

And this is exactly where I find myself today. The last place I want to be, yet here I am. WORK-EAT-SLEEP.


My body always seems to know when I'm in a rut before my head. I start to feel tense & anxious. I wake with a scream trapped in my chest. I dream of just running & never having to stop. I search every horizon for a sign, a clue.

I know that everything will change soon enough. Spring is fast approaching & I am making plans to leave Banff in May. I'm just a sucker for instant gratification. Soon is never soon enough.

I think I thrive in chaos. I never seem to be happy unless I'm changing, moving or in the middle of some new shadow of unpredictability.

The things we want take time to build. A lesson I have yet to truly absorb.