Category: Brian Browne

  • The World Economy: Thou shalt bind and chain the people (Part 1)

    We take a rarely-tried approach regarding the world economy. The common view is to see economics as a specialized field with unique rules and principles that distinguishes it from other modes of human endeavor. Economics occupies its own universe yet it determines ours. Today, instead, we shall demote economic a bit that we may better decipher what truly is at play. We shall view it as a subset of an overarching worldview that ultimately is more philosophic or ideological in nature than it is scientific.

    This approach we now take is a much needed corrective. It has wrongfully been pounded into our psyche that economics is a science with well-formulated postulates discovered by enlightened minds whose wisdom and reasoning far exceed the meager mental assets bestowed to us average mortals. If we do not agree with what they advocate, better that we keep quiet for they have a monopolistic knowledge of what is best. Our disagreement with them or our lack of understanding of their erudition arises not from any foibles on their part but exclusively from our lack of keen intellect. Best that we not compound our private ignorance by turning it into public shame through openly questioning these great minds. They are the self-appointed guardians of the world and all that is precious in it.

    Thus we have been cowed into a silent, sheepish acceptance of economic formulas and theorems that seem alien and inappropriate to the lives we actually lead. According to their beliefs, the operation of the free market and private sector always produces optimal results. Your unemployment is solely your fault for demanding too high a wage. Yet, from the numerous privatization exercises gone awry and from being denied work even when offering your services as a wage-less volunteer, we know something is foul with what they tell us.

    The longer we remain silent to their false tenets, is the longer we remain subservient to interests these people dare not fully explain to us lest we lose our   numbed facial expression and angrily upturn the winepress onto which they have coaxed us.

    They have told us that economics is a science that determines how a society rationally structures its productive capacities and appropriately awards participants with either profits or wages. If you belief this then you believe a lie. Their economics is more dark sorcery than enlightened science; it based on tenets so ominous that they rarely voiced these unregenerate secrets except in their most private cloakrooms. Here I am not referring to their recondite theorems of how economics works such as their religious belief in the complete superiority of the marketplace or their romantic attachment to government fiscal austerity regardless of a society’s underlying conditions. We already know that blind adherence to these ideas amounts to professional malpractice in most instances.

    Today, we delve into the murkier depths. Here I refer to the hidden reasons underlying why these fine minds remain tightly wedded to such outlandish ideas when those very ideas have failed the masses for so long, in so many ways.

    For them to adhere to such dysfunction means either they are not very smart or that the economy they seek is really not for us. As not to insult them, we must give proper credence to their assessment of their own cerebral abilities. Thus, we are left with but one option. We must distrust the belief that the economy is arranged in utilitarian fashion to effectuate the greatest good for the greatest number of people.

    Something else is at work. Marx tore the veil almost 200 years ago. He cautioned that what we are being taught by the predominant capitalist authority is for the benefit of the capitalist retaining his chokehold on us. Most things are done and most things are taught with vested interests not factual objectivity as their driving agency.

    For instance, some ancient cultures developed rituals where the king or high priest would face east and pray for the sun to rise. Of course, the learned elite knew the sunrise had nothing to do with the prayer but with the movement of the earth, sun and moon. However, to keep the poor and ignorant masses in awe and frightened, the elite engaged in this cheap trick. Today, the economists that serve the mainstream perform the same function. They spout jargon that intimidates you into thinking all would fall apart if not for them at the helm. Thus, you are willing to believe the tale which allows your only role in life is to be forever poor and always dispossessed of the fair rewards of your toil. Being relieved that you have been saved from a grave destruction, you accept your oppression as the price of this salvation.

    The same intellectual and emotional mechanisms these people use to control you have been copied by the numerous loud and abrasive preachers of a false Christian gospel. They feed of the profound ignorance of the people in the very gospel the people profess to believe. These mountebanks understand one fundamental fact of the ignorant and naïve: It is easier for them to believe that which they do not know. Thus it is easy to separate the naïve and ignorant believer from his meager currency by telling him to pay money so that he might gain more money in the future as well as secure his eternal salvation in the exchange. Ignorant, scared and in awe, the thought rarely crosses the poor man’s mind  that the Gospels show  a Jesus who did not spend much time asking poor people to separate themselves of their money to finance him.  Most churches do not act in accord with the spirit of Jesus because their true objective is not the same as his. He sought your freedom. Although they shout his name, they seek your enslavement to a process that swells their pockets but leaves you financially and spiritually empty. They claim Christianity but their conduct belongs to an opposing moral and ethical heritage that espouses a different relationship between man and God than do the teachings of the Nazarene.

    Knowledge may set you free but it may also enslave you if you have no access to it. Since the beginning of civilization, an elite has known this and they have obeyed this principle to become the primary authors of human history. As such, social history has been of one form of subjugation of the populace being replaced by another form of oppression. The elite and their economic interests may change as will the mode of mass entrapment. However, the constant theme has been one of hard work and toil by the many to unwittingly finance and build the elegant lifestyles of the affluent and the powerful. The more you work, the more they drain you; the more powerful they become. Your ignorance combined with your labor becomes the yeast of their abundance.

    Such is the way of the world. At a time in our collective past, slavery was common in almost every society. It later gave way to feudal and caste systems that tied people to the land and to those who owned it. Capitalism would come with laws that chased peasants from the land to be drafted into the army of urban wage laborers needed to work the newly constructed mills and machinery of capitalism’s birth. These urban laborers would become victim of debt peonage as their wage was never sufficient to cover their living expenses.

    Even that unfair deal was not enough for the capitalist. To help themselves even more, they would resurrect the institutions of slavery to suit global capitalism’s driving purpose – to make a small few rich by impoverishing the greatest possible number.

    Even the seeming emancipation of the enslaved did not halt this process. The end of black slavery in the Americas did not result in freedom. It merely warped into a caste system of peons where white labor was told they were special and treated a little better than the hapless black. In this way, the poor whites unknowingly kept themselves in check by lustfully enforcing the discrimination that kept blacks in check. If they had allied with black people to form a workers’ alliance they would have gained more freedom.

    Instead, they were tricked by their ignorance into believing the hocus pocus of racial superiority. This dynamic worked between nations as well as it worked among races within a nation. The price the world has paid for this deception has indeed been a steep one. The shackles of debt hang upon the necks of too many the world over.

    Breaks in this history have come sporadically and  only during those precious moments when the people gain sufficient insight as they tired of protracted suffering they were forced to endure and thus frontally challenged the powers of their time.

    Sadly, the periods of relative freedom and equality are transient. Over time, the elite always returns to reestablish itself, albeit in a different guise. Under the new guise, the same old story remains told – that of the domination of the naïve and ignorant many by the lying and cunning few.

    This story is much older than you think. In many ways our fight for justice over wrongful privilege is mirrored in the difference between the two most influential ancient creation stories.

    Mostly everyone is familiar with the biblical creation story in Genesis. However, there is an older, much different creation story that has more influence over world affairs and how we are forced to live our lives. The Enuma Elish is the creation tale of ancient Sumer and Babylon. In contrast to Genesis where a singular God constructs a universe in an orderly fashion, the Enuma is a maelstrom of chaos and fighting amongst tempestuous and venal gods. To create the world, lesser gods rebelled and killed the principal deities in order to use their bodies as the elements of creation. From death comes creation and from creation springs death.

    A hierarchy is formed among the survivor gods. The weakest of them are forced to perform menial work for the others. These lowly ones fume and grumble. To stave another rebellion, the gods decide to make man to perform all the menial work on their behalf. With man as their thrall, all the gods were truly able to live as gods for they could eat and drink of the toil of the human creature.

    The difference between Genesis and Enuma are significant. In Genesis, God gives man dominion over the earth. The Enuma renders him inherently a slave. The God of Genesis is a Man of rules. The Enuma gods countenance no rule but that of might. In Genesis, God seeks a paternal relationship with man. In the Enuma, family has no place. The relationship is one of master to slave. The implication of Genesis is that all men are equal in the eyes of God for He created them in his image. Man must treat another man as his brother. In the Enuma, justice does not generally apply. Instead, you do unto other before they do the unspeakable unto you. The hierarchy among the gods is reflected in a hierarchy among men. While all men will serve the gods, some men will be kings and barons of government and business while others will be drawers of water and foot servants.

    The two stories offer competing philosophies for the ordering of society and overall governance. One speaks of a certain equality between people and of the role of justice and rule of law. The other defends a hierarchy where the strong draw further strength by extracting gain from the toil of lesser beings. They are entitled to consume the fruits of others’ labor not for any great thing they have done but simply because of their higher status on the social totem. The Enuma justifies rentier control of all things while Genesis suggests a more egalitarian order.

    When Bob Marley sang in derision of the “Babylon System” he was not simply uttering catchy lyrics and blowing smoke. Through the intense haze of ganja billows, he saw more clearly than most of us. From the beginning of civilization, the elite has fashioned society so that they can taste of the vineyard worked by others. The labor of average man makes possible the fine wine and all its elegant accoutrements but the system never intended that the common man drink of it.  Any sustained enjoyment the average man experiences is by accident.

    Babylon is gone but the system it created remains. It controls our lives to the point of penury. Fortunately, we also have the songs of the departed Rastafarian to remind us of this fact.

    Babylon indeed was a well-structured society. It had rules and laws such as those of the fabled Hammurabi. However, be clear. The purpose of the laws was not to give freedom to the down-pressed. The laws were drafted so that the poor and weak could survive long enough to service the powerful.  A dead slave is as useless as a broken glass.

    Our societies claim to be based on the Abrahamic religions and thus the creation story in Genesis. The truth is different. The rich and powerful are well trained in the lessons of the Enuma. Genesis is professed in our temples of weekly worship. However, Enuma is daily practiced in the halls of power the world over. This imbalance of frequency and of influence can have but one meaning. Things will continue to worsen and grow more unjust unless that infrequent challenge is mounted against the system that has been mounted against us.

    You don’t need to smoke ganja but it would be wise to listen to the warnings in the music of the departed Jamaican.

    Next week we will begin to discuss how we can fight this ancient beast that forever stalks us.

     

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  • 1619: A family reunion long overdue

    Much of the world recently commemorated the 400th anniversary of the importation of over 20 enslaved Africans to the English North American colony of Virginia. This sad event is being observed as if it was the start of the transatlantic slave trade in North America. As with most historical events that officialdom inserts into popular lore the claim that this event launched the slave trade soil is wholly inaccurate. Spanish conquistadors brought with them to Florida in the 1560s a complement of Africans as human pack animals, more than a half century before the forlorn enslaved Angolans were auctioned in Virginia’s Jamestown. I guess the English speakers of North America and the United Kingdom believe that they must be considered the authors of everything that is important, no matter how contemptuous that ting might be. Even while purporting to attack racial prejudice they cannot help but reveal their brand of supremacism.

    Here, I must tender an admission before proceeding further. I write this piece somewhat reluctantly; I had convinced myself not to broach this subject. Yet, in reading much of what was being broadcasted for public consumption about this commemoration, I noticed something vital was missing. There was little human content in the discussion of what is perhaps the most protracted evil in the annals of human history. This great misery was being treated as a historical abstraction, as something that happened too far in the past to really belong to our consciousness of the present.

    The subtle theme underlying the commemoration has been that today’s world, because it eschews legalized slavery, is morally superior to that of the past. To a certain degree, this assertion is unassailable. We have moved away from much of the past’s barbarity. However, we must also acknowledge that we and the world we occupy are children of that past. Even after four centuries, the evil then wrought has not yet run its course.

    It is unfortunate but true that the effects of any good we do are constricted in space and time. The good we perform barely survives the day. While the evil that man performs outlives him. It erects strong monuments difficult to overthrow.

    We cannot separate ourselves from the past by deeming ourselves morally superior to it. To think such folly is to entice ourselves toward new and additional evils; few things are more dangerous than the self-righteous man who sees good in his every thought and action, no matter how devious or cruel. For instance, how could one of the most notorious slave vessels of the 16th century be christened Saint John the Baptist? These peopled were blind to the horrid incongruity of naming their barge of degradation after the herald of the Messiah who, incidentally, came to earth to set man free. John baptized with water to wash away people’s sin. These men sinned by baptizing Africans into abject misery. Yet, the times baptized the hypocrites into immense wealth and power such that they not only lived their own heaven on earth, bit that they would be able to steer their ship to heaven in the afterlife as well. Few slavers went to their death beds with regret or remorse in dread of the awful thing they had done. They felt accumulation of wealth signaled the manifold blessings of their Creator. That their wealth was stained with the blood and tears of others seemed not to matter. They regarded God as a merchant and heaven as a location where plots were for sale to the highest bidders. In this as in many other regards, we are children of the lies of the past and no its truths.

    Enough about the slaver! He did as he wished and thus has received his reward. The more compelling account is to find out what became of the enslaved who was forced to suffer what he must. I am of this stock; thus, I shall speak for him as a means of speaking for myself.

    I was taken from this continent but I know not the exact locale of my forced departure. I know not the date or season in which my trip begin except to surmise it must have been a sad occasion. One would think the date for such a momentous trip would have been registered in the family album. Herein, lies a problem. I know not the name of the family from which I came. Had they a family album, I know not what became of it.

    Forget the album, I don’t even know what happened to my family. Fared they well without me? Did they lament? Who comforted my crying mother? Who explained things to my puzzled my father? Did they parent another child to take my place? Were they also taken? Perhaps they came to the plantation just down the road or in adjacent county. I don’t know the answers and I will never know them. Slavery and time have erased those things that normally connect a person to a special place and unique people.

    I was stripped of my native clothes and all outward signs of human dignity. In the process of the slavers taking these things from me, I discovered I did not need them to be who I am. They wrenched my heritage from me. Yet, I did not sink. I created another heritage from the scraps of food and chards of wood I was allowed. The enslaver’s greater physical power and penchant for unspeakable brutality may have dictated what labors I performed at his violent behest. But he could not dictate who I was. I defined myself regardless of the shackles on my leg and arms.

    Every time he whipped me, my skin broke as did my spirit but only for a moment. The pain was such that no human can long suffer it without pleading for the deluge of blows to end. When the sense of death is imminent, thoughts focus solely on survival and you will surrender to say what the enslaver wants you to say when you are suffering under the duress of the whip. The forced confession they beat out of you is by its nature a false thing but it still damages your sense of self that they would made you say that which you don’t want to say. You feel as if you lost a bit of yourself, as if a piece of our soul was cast upon a cruel wind. However the next hour, the next day, the next week, the next something, your spirit and mind repair themselves unto defiance. You think once more of freedom.

    Slavery has done many things to me. Some I will not tell because ugliness makes them unspeakable. However, slavery has taught me a valuable lesson. The rich and powerful can amass fortunes and arsenals but no human can own my soul, no matter how lowly I might be. Thus, every lash of the slaver brought me closer to an inner freedom than no mortal hand can steal.

    My freedom was preordained by the very dynamics of the evil system set against me. My task thus is not to seek vengeance or retribution; the architects of this evil system surely met a much higher form of justice than I could render. My greatest task is to keep in constant recall the harsh sensation of being on the victim’s end of the cruel lash even when I am no longer subject to the lash. I remember its sting not in anger but as the call of justice and compassion.

    Let me always remember this thing so that I am never tempted to subject another person or people to what happened to me. My enslaver gave me an unintended gift, a sense and love of humanity he will never know or understand because this thing I hold is born of long suffering.

    This brings us to what Martin Luther King sought when he spoke of integration. For him, integration was not just some mechanistic legalism where members of different races could frequent the same diner or hold the same jobs. Integration was not simply for black people to enter mainstream society with no questions asked other than can we attend the same movie theatre. Something is materially off kilter with a society that enslaves millions of people for centuries then, for good measure, places them for another 100 years under a system of racial oppression that served as the blueprint of apartheid.

    King believed that the formerly enslaved black American was not to join society, seeking merely to act like whites in black face. Blacks had something precious to add to soften the ways of a hate-filled, herrenvolk society. We had our memories of the lash and what it was to be oppressed for no legitimate reason. America had grown to be the most powerful nation but it lacked the soul and humility required to temper and restrain that great power so that it would be placed to the best use. Black people were to inject into American society the higher morality born of the lowly slave, according to King.

    For a time, this seemed to happen. Black America was the most anti-war, socially progressive segment of society. We raised our voice against injustice at home and afar. Then something happened. As black leaders were allowed into the mainstream power structure, they forget the lessons of the lash. During the past few decades, black leaders have become indistinguishable from rest of the power structure in their passion for war and dismantling weaker nations populated by dark-skinned people.

    They have surrendered high principle for the scent of power amidst personal advancement. Money and influence have afflicted them with amnesia regarding their own history. No longer fearing the lash, they now rejoice in setting it against others. Unless this group of leaders change heart, King and those like him have died in vain.

    For them King is nothing but a nice poster to view in fake reverence when ordinary people are watching but to quickly ignore when in the gatherings of power. These black American leaders protest against racism at home only because such demonstrations profit their individual ambitions for higher office. However, they remain silent to the imbalances of American foreign policy regarding black people in Africa and the Caribbean. They care nothing for black people abroad because those blacks cannot vote for them. This reveals their concern for black Americans is not one of love but of utility, much the same way one is concerned about the fidelity of the hammer he wields while trying to drive a stubborn nail. Once the job is performed, one does not give the hammer a better home. It is merely returned to its original place. Once they cast their votes, black Americans are similarly handled.

    In large part because of the venality of our leaders, black Americans have lost ground the past two decades. Black elected officials have gained more prominence but the average black family has lost wealth over the same time span. These two facts appear inconsistent but they are of the same accord. Consumed by their pursuit of personal riches and glory, black politicians can countenance the doing of any evil that profits them, even if that evil befalls their own brethren. Fine watches and jewelry now rest where gruesome manacles once were. Yet these purported leaders are more slavish than their ancestors ever were. Unlike their ancestors, they did this to themselves. They forfeited their souls for a title, for membership in an exclusive club, and for a chance to appear on CNN. They have little right to celebrate 1619; today, they function more like the children of the enslaver than the children of the enslaved.

    Because of their abdication of duty, black America no longer restrains the martial impulses of their nation. America has become more warlike, endangering itself and much of the planet in the process. With armed troops stationed in over 100 countries, it currently is fighting several wars and seeing to start new ones on at least two different continents. King and his ilk would have railed against such wanton bellicosity. Today’s black leadership revels in it, lending their voices to the lust for war.

    This is why a black president could be persuaded by his hectoring, self-absorbed secretary of state to war against Libya although that African nation presented no threat. When towns inhabited mostly by peaceful black Libyans were decimated by the terrorists they supported, neither that black president nor any other black leader raised an eyebrow. Instead, they turned the blind eye. They abetted the transformation of a once stable nation into a modern day slave market of black Africans yet have not lifted a finger to correct this wrong they committed. They fail even to acknowledge this travesty. They dare feign sober commemoration of slavery 400 year ago when they are the engineers of African slavery in the here and now. Currently two black senators are campaigning for their party’s presidential nomination. Not one of them has the courage to speak against the machines of war. Even if they win the contest, they have lost something greater.

    Enough with these black enslavers. I save my last and better thoughts for my ancestors. I write to them through time under the assumption they have learned how to read and are not prohibited from doing so where they now reside.

    “They robbed me of your name and the name of your people in hope that I might forget you. Their game failed. I remember you every day and thank you for having the resilience to survive the long ordeal; without your fortitude, I do not exist.  Any shame you felt at being enslaved and forced to suffer untold suffering is misplaced. I, along with millions, wear you proudly.

    I often imagine us sitting at kitchen table or under a tree. So many things I have to ask you; but first I would simply ask your name that I may address you with the respect that you have earned. You would recount how you were taken from home. I could hopefully comfort you by letting you know that they very idea of you was what led me to return to Africa of my own volition. Together, we form an unbroken chain that has come full circle. In fact, we have broken what tried to break us.

    This would be quite a family reunion! But it will have to wait awhile; there are things I have yet to achieve in this life before I deserve such a sitting with you.

    If I could somehow amass and lay at your feet all the riches of the world to compensate for the depravations suffered, it would not begin to repay what I owe you. You likely would gently chastise me and not accept such a gift anyway because you know the pursuit of great riches is often the producer of even greater evils. Indeed, the debt I owe you is not to forget. I remember you for it gives me the courage to stand for that which is right and good no matter how widely disdained. I stand away from that which is wrong no matter how powerful or popular it might be.

    From you, I have learned the world can try to intimidate me with hate and the rage of hate yet I have the innate capacity to remain unmoved by the onslaught. The love of my people and all that is good in humanity is powerful indeed. Hate and evil may win the battle even for what seems to be the longest time. But, ah, if we hold true to what is best in us, we have won the war from its very outset despite the hardships that may follow.”

    To me, this is how to commemorate those who were enslaved. We do so not by some sterile official pronouncement quickly made, then more quickly shelved but as a living memory that nourishes and guides us come what may.

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  • 1619 : A family reunion long overdue

    The body of the enslaved may be broken yet his heart unblemished; the body of the enslaver may go unmarked yet his soul forever scarred.

    Much of the world recently commemorated the 400th anniversary of the importation of over 20 enslaved Africans to the English North American colony of Virginia. This sad event is being observed as if it was the start of the transatlantic slave trade in North America. As with most historical events that officialdom inserts into popular lore the claim that this event launched the slave trade soil is wholly inaccurate. Spanish conquistadors brought with them to Florida in the 1560s a complement of Africans as human pack animals, more than a half century before the forlorn enslaved Angolans were auctioned in Virginia’s Jamestown. I guess the English speakers of North America and the United Kingdom believe that they must be considered the authors of everything that is important, no matter how contemptuous that ting might be. Even while purporting to attack racial prejudice they cannot help but reveal their brand of supremacism.

    Here, I must tender an admission before proceeding further. I write this piece somewhat reluctantly; I had convinced myself not to broach this subject. Yet, in reading much of what was being broadcasted for public consumption about this commemoration, I noticed something vital was missing. There was little human content in the discussion of what is perhaps the most protracted evil in the annals of human history. This great misery was being treated as a historical abstraction, as something that happened too far in the past to really belong to our consciousness of the present.

    The subtle theme underlying the commemoration has been that today’s world, because it eschews legalized slavery, is morally superior to that of the past. To a certain degree, this assertion is unassailable. We have moved away from much of the past’s barbarity. However, we must also acknowledge that we and the world we occupy are children of that past. Even after four centuries, the evil then wrought has not yet run its course.

    It is unfortunate but true that the effects of any good we do are constricted in space and time. The good we perform barely survives the day. While the evil that man performs outlives him. It erects strong monuments difficult to overthrow.

    We cannot separate ourselves from the past by deeming ourselves morally superior to it. To think such folly is to entice ourselves toward new and additional evils; few things are more dangerous than the self-righteous man who sees good in his every thought and action, no matter how devious or cruel. For instance, how could one of the most notorious slave vessels of the 16th century be christened Saint John the Baptist? These peopled were blind to the horrid incongruity of naming their barge of degradation after the herald of the Messiah who, incidentally, came to earth to set man free. John baptized with water to wash away people’s sin. These men sinned by baptizing Africans into abject misery. Yet, the times baptized the hypocrites into immense wealth and power such that they not only lived their own heaven on earth, bit that they would be able to steer their ship to heaven in the afterlife as well. Few slavers went to their death beds with regret or remorse in dread of the awful thing they had done. They felt accumulation of wealth signaled the manifold blessings of their Creator. That their wealth was stained with the blood and tears of others seemed not to matter. They regarded God as a merchant and heaven as a location where plots were for sale to the highest bidders. In this as in many other regards, we are children of the lies of the past and no its truths.

    Enough about the slaver! He did as he wished and thus has received his reward. The more compelling account is to find out what became of the enslaved who was forced to suffer what he must. I am of this stock; thus, I shall speak for him as a means of speaking for myself.

    I was taken from this continent but I know not the exact locale of my forced departure. I know not the date or season in which my trip begin except to surmise it must have been a sad occasion. One would think the date for such a momentous trip would have been registered in the family album. Herein, lies a problem. I know not the name of the family from which I came. Had they a family album, I know not what became of it.

    Forget the album, I don’t even know what happened to my family. Fared they well without me? Did they lament? Who comforted my crying mother? Who explained things to my puzzled my father? Did they parent another child to take my place? Were they also taken? Perhaps they came to the plantation just down the road or in adjacent county. I don’t know the answers and I will never know them. Slavery and time have erased those things that normally connect a person to a special place and unique people.

    I was stripped of my native clothes and all outward signs of human dignity. In the process of the slavers taking these things from me, I discovered I did not need them to be who I am. They wrenched my heritage from me. Yet, I did not sink. I created another heritage from the scraps of food and chards of wood I was allowed. The enslaver’s greater physical power and penchant for unspeakable brutality may have dictated what labors I performed at his violent behest. But he could not dictate who I was. I defined myself regardless of the shackles on my leg and arms.

    Every time he whipped me, my skin broke as did my spirit but only for a moment. The pain was such that no human can long suffer it without pleading for the deluge of blows to end. When the sense of death is imminent, thoughts focus solely on survival and you will surrender to say what the enslaver wants you to say when you are suffering under the duress of the whip. The forced confession they beat out of you is by its nature a false thing but it still damages your sense of self that they would made you say that which you don’t want to say. You feel as if you lost a bit of yourself, as if a piece of our soul was cast upon a cruel wind. However the next hour, the next day, the next week, the next something, your spirit and mind repair themselves unto defiance. You think once more of freedom.

    Slavery has done many things to me. Some I will not tell because ugliness makes them unspeakable. However, slavery has taught me a valuable lesson. The rich and powerful can amass fortunes and arsenals but no human can own my soul, no matter how lowly I might be. Thus, every lash of the slaver brought me closer to an inner freedom than no mortal hand can steal.

    My freedom was preordained by the very dynamics of the evil system set against me. My task thus is not to seek vengeance or retribution; the architects of this evil system surely met a much higher form of justice than I could render. My greatest task is to keep in constant recall the harsh sensation of being on the victim’s end of the cruel lash even when I am no longer subject to the lash. I remember its sting not in anger but as the call of justice and compassion.

    Let me always remember this thing so that I am never tempted to subject another person or people to what happened to me. My enslaver gave me an unintended gift, a sense and love of humanity he will never know or understand because this thing I hold is born of long suffering.

    This brings us to what Martin Luther King sought when he spoke of integration. For him, integration was not just some mechanistic legalism where members of different races could frequent the same diner or hold the same jobs. Integration was not simply for black people to enter mainstream society with no questions asked other than can we attend the same movie theatre. Something is materially off kilter with a society that enslaves millions of people for centuries then, for good measure, places them for another 100 years under a system of racial oppression that served as the blueprint of apartheid.

    King believed that the formerly enslaved black American was not to join society, seeking merely to act like whites in black face. Blacks had something precious to add to soften the ways of a hate-filled, herrenvolk society. We had our memories of the lash and what it was to be oppressed for no legitimate reason. America had grown to be the most powerful nation but it lacked the soul and humility required to temper and restrain that great power so that it would be placed to the best use. Black people were to inject into American society the higher morality born of the lowly slave, according to King.

    For a time, this seemed to happen. Black America was the most anti-war, socially progressive segment of society. We raised our voice against injustice at home and afar. Then something happened. As black leaders were allowed into the mainstream power structure, they forget the lessons of the lash. During the past few decades, black leaders have become indistinguishable from rest of the power structure in their passion for war and dismantling weaker nations populated by dark-skinned people.

    They have surrendered high principle for the scent of power amidst personal advancement. Money and influence have afflicted them with amnesia regarding their own history. No longer fearing the lash, they now rejoice in setting it against others. Unless this group of leaders change heart, King and those like him have died in vain.

    For them King is nothing but a nice poster to view in fake reverence when ordinary people are watching but to quickly ignore when in the gatherings of power. These black American leaders protest against racism at home only because such demonstrations profit their individual ambitions for higher office. However, they remain silent to the imbalances of American foreign policy regarding black people in Africa and the Caribbean. They care nothing for black people abroad because those blacks cannot vote for them. This reveals their concern for black Americans is not one of love but of utility, much the same way one is concerned about the fidelity of the hammer he wields while trying to drive a stubborn nail. Once the job is performed, one does not give the hammer a better home. It is merely returned to its original place. Once they cast their votes, black Americans are similarly handled.

    In large part because of the venality of our leaders, black Americans have lost ground the past two decades. Black elected officials have gained more prominence but the average black family has lost wealth over the same time span. These two facts appear inconsistent but they are of the same accord. Consumed by their pursuit of personal riches and glory, black politicians can countenance the doing of any evil that profits them, even if that evil befalls their own brethren. Fine watches and jewelry now rest where gruesome manacles once were. Yet these purported leaders are more slavish than their ancestors ever were. Unlike their ancestors, they did this to themselves. They forfeited their souls for a title, for membership in an exclusive club, and for a chance to appear on CNN. They have little right to celebrate 1619; today, they function more like the children of the enslaver than the children of the enslaved.

    Because of their abdication of duty, black America no longer restrains the martial impulses of their nation. America has become more warlike, endangering itself and much of the planet in the process. With armed troops stationed in over 100 countries, it currently is fighting several wars and seeing to start new ones on at least two different continents. King and his ilk would have railed against such wanton bellicosity. Today’s black leadership revels in it, lending their voices to the lust for war.

    This is why a black president could be persuaded by his hectoring, self-absorbed secretary of state to war against Libya although that African nation presented no threat. When towns inhabited mostly by peaceful black Libyans were decimated by the terrorists they supported, neither that black president nor any other black leader raised an eyebrow. Instead, they turned the blind eye. They abetted the transformation of a once stable nation into a modern day slave market of black Africans yet have not lifted a finger to correct this wrong they committed. They fail even to acknowledge this travesty. They dare feign sober commemoration of slavery 400 year ago when they are the engineers of African slavery in the here and now. Currently two black senators are campaigning for their party’s presidential nomination. Not one of them has the courage to speak against the machines of war. Even if they win the contest, they have lost something greater.

    Enough with these black enslavers. I save my last and better thoughts for my ancestors. I write to them through time under the assumption they have learned how to read and are not prohibited from doing so where they now reside.

    “They robbed me of your name and the name of your people in hope that I might forget you. Their game failed. I remember you every day and thank you for having the resilience to survive the long ordeal; without your fortitude, I do not exist.  Any shame you felt at being enslaved and forced to suffer untold suffering is misplaced. I, along with millions, wear you proudly.

    I often imagine us sitting at kitchen table or under a tree. So many things I have to ask you; but first I would simply ask your name that I may address you with the respect that you have earned. You would recount how you were taken from home. I could hopefully comfort you by letting you know that they very idea of you was what led me to return to Africa of my own volition. Together, we form an unbroken chain that has come full circle. In fact, we have broken what tried to break us.

    This would be quite a family reunion! But it will have to wait awhile; there are things I have yet to achieve in this life before I deserve such a sitting with you.

    If I could somehow amass and lay at your feet all the riches of the world to compensate for the depravations suffered, it would not begin to repay what I owe you. You likely would gently chastise me and not accept such a gift anyway because you know the pursuit of great riches is often the producer of even greater evils. Indeed, the debt I owe you is not to forget. I remember you for it gives me the courage to stand for that which is right and good no matter how widely disdained. I stand away from that which is wrong no matter how powerful or popular it might be.

    From you, I have learned the world can try to intimidate me with hate and the rage of hate yet I have the innate capacity to remain unmoved by the onslaught. The love of my people and all that is good in humanity is powerful indeed. Hate and evil may win the battle even for what seems to be the longest time. But, ah, if we hold true to what is best in us, we have won the war from its very outset despite the hardships that may follow.”

    To me, this is how to commemorate those who were enslaved. We do so not by some sterile official pronouncement quickly made, then more quickly shelved but as a living memory that nourishes and guides us come what may.

     

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  • The world on a ledge

    Spilt blood is the fountain of empire where compassion remains the light unseen

    My pen has been still for quite some time. The hiatus came not from a dearth of important matters to cover but from the troubling abundance of challenges this world faces. Challenges of such severity and complexity should give rise to great concern to all who profess a modicum of love for humanity in general and for their irksome neighbor in particular.

    However, the collective urge for justice and peaceful accord is drowned out by our desperate, yet silent cry to be left alone from it all. Amidst the roiling madness, each of us would rather retreat into our diminishing sliver of personal peace. If only one could I find a cocoon and slip away from those things that make the daily turn of the world a fretful venture! But there is no cocoon and no escape. The mounting challenges and the relentless difficulties they cause inevitably invite trauma into our lives. The bottle, the pipe, the television and the nights of uneasy sleep provide only most transient comfort. Every day, everything grows darker as money grows short and harder to come by while simple joy is a rare and brief visitor in our homes.

    Anger and frustration mount. As the strength of these raucous emotions compound, they also become the authors of our thoughts instead of being the things our better thoughts seek to constrain. These emotions crowd out deep reflection, causing us to embrace simplistic, mostly angry, answers to matters that do not lend themselves to facile antidote. Thus, we tend to treat the profound questions of our time dismissively as if understanding them is amenable to emotional outburst or base prejudice more so than to lucid contemplation and intelligent inquiry. In an age such as this, those who know the least seem to know it all; they express their hollow findings with the brutal certainty that only profound ignorance of the world’s complexities can bring.

    The injustices that belittle and exercise us are to be laid at the foot of someone else, anyone else for that matter. If no genuine enemy exists, a most notorious malefactor will be invented or otherwise supplied. For in this day and time, we need a stark and clear villain at whom to cast our ire. Armed and sickly comforted by this ersatz certainty, we carry our anger and sense of injustice about with perverse pride, donning them like badges of virtue.

    We draw inwardly smug because of this overwhelming sense of moral superiority over that evil other being.  When we gather with friends and those like us, we recite the litany of things we have been made to endure; we berate the presumed doer of the evil and curse his progeny. We hold fast to our angry biases as if they were golden ingots or a rare plant to be cultivated with the utmost care.

    Enthralled by our prejudices, we countenance not a contrary word. To speak against the anger and perceived causes of it is to commit a misstep more grievous than religious blasphemy. With great difficulty does Reason find entry into the mind of an angry man. Into the thoughts of an angry society, Reason holds even less of a chance. Against the ways of an angry epoch, Reason itself becomes of ill repute. Few want to think and understand. It is more comforting and much easier to harshly emote and revile the conjured scapegoat.

    Despite the false assurances provided by our biases and reactionary impulses, nothing much improves. The lack of improvement serves not to make us question our presumptions. It serves only to affirm them. We know so much but understand too little. Our opinions are cooked in a kitchen not our own, using ingredients the names of which we do not know. Yet, we consume the gruel and consider ourselves filled, even wise.

    The certitude of ignorance is elevated to that place better reserved for clarity of thought. The courtyard of public opinion is adorned with ideas more dangerous to those who consume them than had the person not ventured to think at all.

    None of this misdirection can halt the process of reality intruding into our banquet of lies. The ground breaks under foot. The house crumbles beneath the pressure of our diminishing lives. Still we anchor to the canard that this or that other person or group is the blame for it all.

    Yet if only we had eyes that discern instead of those so well trained to misinterpret, we would notice the very people we blame for the troubles at hand also suffer the same calamity. The immigrant, the poor man, and that fellow of another race or religion also stagger. The man or woman of another color or ethnicity too  bear the same indignities. None is the master of his own fate; how can he be the masters of yours? They too march limply in servitude to force they cannot see. To blame them is to blame yourself.

    That which besets us is of stronger fiber than the superficial ethnic and religious differences that seem to animate the average person. Fundamental socio-economic and ecological forces are at work, changing the face and function of social institutions and how these institutions relate to each of us.  We are beset by how the world of human interactions is being restructured to distribute profit and pain. The system never was fair. It is becoming even less so.

    Just as the physical earth undergoes its seasons, the political world too ventures through cycles. At times, there is prosperity. Other times, there is want and famine. Periods of peace and harmony come only to be chased away by the blasts of deafening war. We have entered a wary period, one of high alert and alarm. It has been a long time since the world has experienced such a period of escalating economic tensions, increased geopolitical rivalry and social alienation. Rarely, has it emerged unscathed from the ominous path. The last moment the world was captive to so many complex, interlocking problems was at the turn of the 20th century. During that period, wisdom ceded control to ambition, restraint gave way to bellicose raving. Conciliation lost out to greed and power lust. Bells pealed. Drums rolled. Old men gave speeches. Young ones dreamed of a glory that had nothing to do with the undertaking they were about to enter.

    Nations gleefully sent their children off to mindless slaughter. The world rushed headlong into the pit of catastrophe. The ensuing battlefields became the final resting place for millions of young men. Whole kingdoms fell, never again to have their names appear on modern maps. Princes and potentates were dethroned. Pestilence stalked the war-ravaged landscape, killing millions more efficiently than did all the guns of war. The common person who survived was made numb by the enormity of all the evil that befell his tranquil existence. The First World War did this and more; nevertheless, the folly of man led him into a second more violent conflagration barely two decades later.

    I am not predicting such calamity for our times. However, today’s world does angle toward the ledge at moment when its most powerful nation is led by a purblind crew whose collective knowledge of history compares unfavorably to that of a precocious toddler.

    The only way we escape greater trouble is to begin to respond to the big problems of our times with answers and solutions of commensurate magnitude and grace.

    The global economy teeters. Aggregate private debt is larger now than when its unbearable weight precipitated the great financial crisis of 2008, hurling the world toward near depression. Germany, the fulcrum of the EU, slumps into recession. The UK says it wants out of the EU but approaches the task much like a drunk standing midway between pub and home, uncertain which destination is truly preferred. The Eurozone has not amended its structural flaws which destine several nations, particularly Greece and Italy, to perpetual crises. The US has embroiled China in a needless, ill-timed trade war. There is an oil glut and commodity prices are slipping. All of this will hurt African nations. Perhaps more frighteningly, extreme weather threatens global agriculture. Food will be less bountiful and more costly next year. This will only beget economic contraction and human misery.

    Geopolitical tensions promote additional ill-humor. America and Russia threaten another nuclear arms race by dismantling, piece by piece, the existing international regime. They also continue to stare each other down in the Ukraine and Syria. America seeks to box in an emergent China. Although neither pose a serious threat to the  American people, Washington plans to bring the Iranian and Venezuelan governments to their knees. India goads Pakistan as if they are two boys with pesky slingshots not powerful nations with ruinous nuclear arsenals.

    Apart from Kashmir, a common strand threads through these geopolitical face-offs: The United States. I have become accustomed to people calling America “God’s country.” Let’s assume the moniker is apt for America truly is a place of beautiful sights and many wonderful people. Sadly, that it is God’s country is mitigated by the fact that it is being governed by the devil’s own children.

    Leaders in both of America’s major political parties have become seized with a most disconcerting mindset. They believe America should be the lone superpower and have deceived themselves that they are justified in taking any measure to assure this objective. They see three things as key to this exalted status: (1.) Military strength, (2.) The US dollar as the world’s reserve currency and (3.) Control of global energy flows. Any one deemed to threaten one of these pillars is considered a mortal foe. Thus, Saddam and Qaddafi were made to walk the plank.

    The Maduro government in Venezuela now has to be broken because it sits on the world’s largest oil reserve yet had the temerity to suggest that oil trade should turn away from the US dollar. Because of the rebelliousness of this South American nation, America has concocted a tale that the populist government there is has beset its own people with every imaginable sin. America’s shrewd resolution to end the suffering of these people is to impose a menu of economic sanctions that will starve them and cause the deaths of thousands. Washington’s strategy is to end suffering by multiplying it. The illogic of this is inescapable. Yet, most of the so-called democratic world and the media remain deaf and silent to this immoral onslaught.

    However, when bombarded with news of deranged individuals shooting down people in shopping malls and nightclubs, we huff and puff in great moral indignation.  It is as if bowling down whole nations for no compelling reason is considered sane behavior or, at worst, a slight peccadillo; yet; our sensitivities are terribly insulted by the violent crimes of wretched individuals.

    The shooter in El Paso, Texas is truly inhumane. But, there is a deeper consideration that must be given this hellish episode. Suppose the demented young man had decided to put aside his guns and apply himself in school. He might have attended a prestigious university and later entered public service.  He could have been the next John Bolton, President Trump’s National Security Advisor. Instead of killing a mere 22 hapless people, he would be sinking his eager incisors into the hides of 22 nations, placing tens of millions of black and brown people under fear of quick annihilation via martial strike or gradual death by economic sanctions. The social pathology that motivated the mall shooter to drive ten hours across Texas to shoot down unarmed Latinos buying school supplies for their children is the same mindset that makes Bolton the mauler of nations. Only the scale of carnage is different.

    American sanctions now deprive the Maduro government of billions of dollars it rightfully earned. Whatever you think of that government, it is entitled to the money it earned. In effect, America is stealing a poorer nation’s money because it does not like its form of government. This is the way of a bully not of a nation that seeks to create a world order based on justice and mutual respect.

    Despite the intimidation from its northern neighbor, most Venezuelans would rather have Maduro than Washington’s surrogate govern them. The people know the racial and class fault lines of their own nation. They have experienced more freedom and democracy under Maduro and his predecessor, Chavez, than when the euro-centric elites ruled in the past. For the moment, the bulk of the people would rather hold out than to allow a return to the racist elitism of yesterday.

    But America is intent on starving them into submission. This conflict with America has nothing to do with democracy or elections for Maduro was elected in a credible election. (In near-by Haiti, the people complained that the election was rigged but America pressed the downtrodden people to accept the result. The winner was Washington’s pick. The election that brought Maduro was markedly better than the Haitian election America so strenuously endorsed. The same can be said of Honduras, another country undergoing significant upheaval because of the clumsy hand of Washington.)

    Eventually, the proud people of Venezuela will forfeit their pride to widespread hunger and devastation. They will succumb to greater power; protracted hunger and economic deprivation breaks the resistance of a weaker nation. America will see this victory as affirmation of the righteousness of American global domination. This will embolden the next misadventure. With each misadventure, the world spins ever closer to the ledge.

    We, the people, sleep the prisoners’ slumber. We get angry at the next inmate for having a slightly better cell. We question not why we and the fate of our nations are incarcerated in the first place. If only we would awake. We just might find that the beginning of true awareness is the beginning of true freedom as well.

    Thus, I have decided to write again. I do so not because I profess to have any answers. I do so because I have so many questions.

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  • Venezuela: The hollowing of a nation

    Venezuela: The hollowing of a nation

    Better to make more money than you can spend than to spend money you didn’t make.

    Venezuela descends into a uniquehell, one made partly of its own craftsmanship. Yet, one also made partly of the nation’s arrogant failure to insulate itself from a powerful adversarythat had embarked on the task of the weaker’s downfall. The economy crumbled into itself; the nation’s politics follow suit. Emergency and exigency is the ordinary condition. Shortages of food, goods and solutions abound. Animosity and recrimination occupy much of the national space.  Social fissures as old as the nation itself and, in fact, born of the same birth as the nation have been whetted. These division are razor sharp and now pierce the national fabric faster than anyone can knit its repair.

    Conventional wisdom would have you believe Venezuela’s deep blues arepreordained. We are told such is a nation’s fate when leftist, progressive economics hold sway.Conservatives smile with open malice at the depths to which Venezuela has so fast fallen. Wisdom counsels us to be wary of simplistic verdicts pasted to complex social circumstances. If the misfortune of Venezuela represents the inherent miscue of progressive economics then the same conclusion must attach to modern capitalism/financialism. The 2009 global recession and the ongoing chronic recession in several European nations must be said to stand with equal veracity as living witnesses against orthodox economics. If the demise of Greece and other nations does not compel a rejection of mainstream economics,the Venezuelan tragedy does require progressive economics to walk the plank.

    In truth, the edifice constructed by late president Hugo Chavez was not of the mortar and brick of progressive economics. To rid oneself of imprecise ideas is a good thing when trying to discern world events. Sadly, imprecision is readily commerced by those who would   trap us in the realm of facile conclusions easily understood yet disconnected fromreality. That way they keep us knocking the wrong door and seeking there solutions to problems that this door shall never permit. They wish that we expend ourselves in futility because our futility is as useful to the power elite as the money and power they hold. It is our futile search for solutions in abject places that guarantees they shall be the above and wethe below. Beware when the elite counsel us on economics. We must consider whether he has his present advantage or our future welfare at heart.

    That Chavez was in conflict with the American government does not make him progressive. All you can rightfully discern from the dispute is that he refused to do as he was told. That he declared independence from Washington is not a sign of being progressive. The former slaves declared their independence from America by forming Liberia. Only they turned against the indigenous Africans found there, treating the African in the same rude manner America had treated the former slave. A break between ruler and servant may be more concerned with the allocation of power than the establishment of right over wrong.

    Many claims to independence are fueled by the desire of the person or nation to be able to commit the wrongs of his own design instead of being the dupe of the wrongs of another. While independence from conservative power is a requisite to progressive governance, that independence has been achieved does not mean the one claiming independence is progressive.

    One may claim with some accuracy the international politics of Chavezwere left-leaning. But his domestic economic policy was a different matter. In that arena, he was more populist than progressive. He did not belong to any true economic school of thought. His economic ideas were driven more by the socio-cultural dynamic of his nation. His economic program resided as much in the penumbra of the social psyche of this nation, in its collective subconscious, as it did in any attempted intellectual framework. In short, Chavez’s economic program was as much an emotional outburst against the status quo he encountered as that status quo was a monument to injustice and the evil control over the hapless many by a select few.

    Chavez’s economics was not a rational exercise in progressive ideas. It was more akin to what takes place if a mistreated servitor is told he may play king for a day. Ancient Rome celebrated Saturnalia during the winter solstice. During this period, master would serve slave or at least treat him as an equal. Chavez was Saturnalia come to Venezuela.

    Chavez, and now President Maduro after him, did not reform the politicaleconomy. They merely added another layer to it. As long as oil price were high, Chavez could finance the extra layer. That Chavez was removed from the scene by illness prevented him from seeing his edifice crumble. Now Maduro is left to foot the bill but with insufficient fundsto do so.

    The Chavez model did not dismantle the old elite. Chavez tried to give the average person the same life in miniature. Thus, he did not use the money to deepen and broaden the economy and its wealth producing capacity. He did not invest much in the manufacturing sector or in other processes that would ensure adequate employment of men and machine in productive ways.  He tried to win the masses by allowing them a level of consumption never before enjoyed.

    He did not abolish the rentier economy that had been the preserve of the elite. This is what a progressive would have attempted. Instead, he nationalized the phenomenon. Everyone could be a rentier, the average man would simply do so on a smaller scale. The local currency, the bolivar, was overvalued to make imports cheaper than they ought. A corrosive regime of multiple exchange rates also encouraged certain imports. Average people were able to spend money on frivolities usually the province of the rich. For example, Venezuela had one of the highest rates of cosmetic surgery in the world.

    Consumption was skewed toward expensive imports and away from home-grown products. A false sense of prosperity hovered above. The people thought it the shine of a sun that never set. It was actually the glistening blade of the sword of misgiving. It would descend at the first sign of trouble.

    Again, this was not progressive economics for it lacked discipline and did not place independent productive capacity in the hands of the people. Moreover, it lacked the awareness that the domestic and international forces Chavez had fought would gather to test the resilience of his construct. When you chase the master from the plantation but fail to pursue him to the end, you must realize he will return in full vengeance. There is no time to celebrate.Defensive vigil is in order.

    The overpriced currency and exchange rate manipulations effectively subsidize imports, giving the average person a taste of affluence that would have been foreclosed by more prudent economics, whether conservative or progressive. Such a scheme was dependent on global forces beyond the control of Chavez. The price of oil, more determined by American demand than the wishes of Chavez, was the foundation upon which this economy depended. As such, it was false bravado for Chavez to thump his chest at America and think his tendency could flourish in the long-run.

    To stand contrary to America meant he should have abandoned his economic model for one of greater domestic production, industrial strength and lesser dependence on imports, particularly food. This would have lowered his reliance on oil and the dollar. To keep to this import-oriented economic model, meant he should have cultivated warm relations with Washington. Chavez must have realized the contradiction in his position. Yet he was powerless to change it one way or the other. He had become locked into contradiction by his inability to transcend the currents that comprise the history of his nation. As such he was more an artful tactician than a strategist given to a long-term perspective. He thought the short-term would never expire. Everything would stay as it was. He perhaps deluded himself away from the obvious frailty of his long-term position into believing himself so clever as to be able to engineer a revolt financed entirely by his more powerful archenemy while publicly upbraided that very enemy.

    I dare not be too harsh toward Chavez. The system he envisioned was perhaps a natural outcrop of national history.  The mainstream media never mentions the plight of Venezuela before Chavez/Maduro. They want you to assume all was well. It was not. The nation suffered recurrent crises. The years over which Chavez presided were relatively golden ones. The fatal problemswere that this model did not accord with Chavez’s geopolitical positioning nor did it adapt quickly to the reality of global oil supply and demand.

    However, what Chavez erected had its roots in the very origins of the nation.  The Bolivarian revolution of the 19th century that gave rise to the nation was but a partial step. The nation tossed aside Spanish imperial control. A republic was born but it was a republic mainly in name.  This served the domestic elite. They assumed the dominant role the Spanish had occupied and acted much like them. The people’s life did not change. The dichotomy between powerful and peasant, replete with racial and cultural overtones, would define much of the nation’s history and its economic relationships.

    The rise of Chavez was a rejection of this dichotomy. It rejected the stark dichotomy not by bringing the rich closer to the poor but by trying to bring the poor closer to rich. The poor would be given a trickle of money that they may mimic the wealthy as best they could. This was less economic program than a measure of collective psychological therapy that lasted too long for the patient’s good.

    During the course of the nation’s history, the poor hated what the rich had done to them but they were also taught from childhood to idolize the affluent.In this pseudo –caste system, the rich were as secular gods.The poor may have hated them but also held them in awe and fear. Against their own interests and even wishes, the poor subconsciously came to love them in the perverse manner an illegitimate son does a steel-hearted but accomplished father. In such an instance, one does not gain legitimacy by killing the parent. One thinks he may gain legitimacy by acting like the father long enough that even the coldest heart may melt and accept you. Rarely does this mercy come to pass;stillits unlikelihood never prevents the unfortunate from believing that kindness shall sprout from a heart where goodness never entered.

    The elite suffer no similar delusions. They are used to the manipulation of power and of man. The loss of political control and economic domination to someone of the social originsof Chavez embittered them. That the Chavez machine did not seek their demise did not mean they would not seek the demise of what Chavez had constructed.

    The fall in oil prices opened the door. The elite would join with the American government in toppling the Chavez machine. The local elite wanted their position back. America wanted to discredit and banish from the American hemisphere any form of governance that did not bear Washington’s tag of approval. The Monroe Doctrine, that nearly 200 years ago proclaimed the western hemisphere as Washington’s backyard, remains a living bulwark of American foreign policy. Those who violate the Doctrine do so at their own peril.

    The squeeze has been put on the Maduro Government. The Chavez economic model is unviable in this era of secular low oil prices. However, it will take years to reform the economy. Maduro compounds the danger by failing to be honest with the people and letting them know what will be required of them in the coming years. He is reluctant to correct the economic model left by his benefactor. Maduro places his hopes that political maneuvers may cover if not cure things; but his troubles are economic in nature. By wrapping himself in a wet blanket, he thinks he can save a house afire. He hoists the wrong the sail to escape the storm that confronts him.

    America fuels and funds the opposition.  The media sides with the opposition because both opposition and mainstream media are of the same elite. The stories of peaceful protests being met with government strong-arm tactics are misleading. Objective reporters note that armed militias regularly challenge government police. Then the armed men mingle in with the protesters. The media then shows the scenes of government violence without mentioning its predicate. This is a tried and truth tactic that American intelligence agencies have taught and financed in Libya, Syria, and Ukraine.  The objective is to chase Maduro from office as was done in Ukraine by a “democratic coup.” However, the opposition is having a difficult time gaining traction despite the favorable media reports. No matter how bad things are under Maduro, the people still fear the return of the elite for not enough time has passed for people to forget the old days. If Maduro is ineffective at least he is still of and possibly for them. Thus, the bulk of the people may be disenchanted but they are not ready to return dominion to their former overlords. They pray for a miracle that will rescue their future from both the past and the present.

    Through all of this the people of Venezuela suffer shortages of the most basic necessities when they were sampling bits of luxury but a few years ago.

    This is a lesson to African nations for the crisis of Venezuela is essentially one of economic leadership. Like Venezuela, most African nations refuse to industrialize and to establish manufacturing sectors that employ sufficient numbers of people in wealth-creating endeavors. Our nations stubbornly adhere to thetorn model of selling raw material to obtain cash to import finished goods. Our nations manipulate exchange rates, usually with the objective of holding the local currency to a value higher than it ought to be. In the short-term, this makes imports cheaper and minimizes discomfort. But this is all in this short term. In actuality, it simply postpones the day of reckoning. Each day of postponement amplifies the severity of the reckoning when it does come.

    As time progresses, the value of raw material relative to finished goods will diminish even if the absolute price of the raw material increases. This is because of the evolution of finished goods. They are more and more complex but the essence of raw material remains unalterable. The only things the raw material exporter can pray for are high demand or a slack in supply by other exporters. These are thin beams upon which to rest a nation’s future.

    Nigeria and other African nations should look at Venezuela’s plight with concern and not relief in the false belief that they have escaped Venezuela’s ordeal. The special circumstances of that nation’s history and geopolitics led it to gallop toward disaster as if in a sprint. The circumstances of most African nations point them in the same direction that Venezuela has traversed. The sole difference is that while Venezuela raced to calamity African nations walk toward it. We sadly mistake our different pace for a difference in ultimate direction. Waiting at the end of this mistake is tragedy we can ill afford.

     

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  • Trump as faust summons the clouds of war

    Trump as faust summons the clouds of war

    A broken hand can repair nothing

    Through the quirk of uncharted fate, Trump has become the unwitting reformer of the architecture of the American political elite. His tenancy of the White House exposes fissures in the power establishment heretofore latent. That these fissures have spilled into general public opinion should not confuse us as to the true nature of the political conflict at hand and what may be at stake through it. The political battle between Democrats and Republicans, between conservatives and liberals, seen on television and read in the press is but a false shadow. The true fight is whether the power relationships within the American political elite will remain as they have been for the past thirty years or be recast by the Trump presidency.

    Initially one might not care what transpires within the American elite. Should they cannibalize each other, so much the better. The sad fact is that the destruction they may bring will not be done in isolation. They will not destroy the nest they share. They will use the social space of other groups and the geographic space of other nations as their battlefields. The poor man’s fight begins and ends in his own house. The wealthy and the powerful hire the poor and the ignorant to fight in ways, in places and for reasons that remain obscured from the proletarian mind. The intramural battle within the American establishment will cause damage and casualties thousands of miles from the shores of America and among peoples who will not even realize that their demise is just the collateral spillover of a power tussle in America.

    Until the time of Trump, the American political elite was a tightly knit consensus at least in public. The differences between establishment Democrats and Republicans has been more of name, of team affiliation much like two opposing sports teams playing the same game and moving toward the same goal except attired in differently-colored uniforms. Establishment Democrats and Republicans both are enamored with war and support whatever military action is taken, for whatever reason. This may be no reason at all save the impulse of the powerful to dominate his weaker. Leadership of both parties support economic policies further enriching the wealthy while mortgaging the days and lives of the economically vulnerable and broken.

    The differences between the elites were over less than transcendental issues such as gun control, homosexual marriage and abortion. These issues directly influence the lives of but a fraction of the population. For these fractions, such issues may be those upon which their particular world turns. But for the majority of people, these were but ploys the establishment used to tug at their emotional strings, distracting them from questioning whether the elite consensus on a political economy based on growing inequality war and perpetual war was in the interests of the general population.

    The Republican rank-and-file was taught to revere the flag, love their guns and to despise gays. The Democratic rank-and-file was induced to ridicule the religious, worship the secular, and respect any belief that laid claim to scientific rationality no matter how socially reckless and ultimately inhumane. Both sets were persuaded to accept living on less income but greater debt without questioning why such a burden should befall the inhabitants of the most affluent nation that ever existed. The material affluence of the nation and the cruel, relentless logic of the economic dynamics said to produce this unequal affluence have not buoyed the spirit of the people nor led to greater enlightenment. Instead, the press of life has caused the bulk to be a frustrated and angry lot while the elite see themselves as inherently beyond mere mortals. Compassion exists in scant supply. Hatred and mean impulse abound. A chilled indifference toward thy neighbor and the relish to bomb to destruction distant foreigners is the American creed. The Red, White and Blue waves supreme but also waves cold and unfeeling.

    Trump the reformer did not come to the White House to change this darkness to light. He came to compound this lack of light with a special darkness all his own. If he is anything, Trump is a tabernacle of social pathologies that he duly worships for it is but the worship of himself.  However, this crass elevation of self lined him against a certain faction of the political establishment. Overlords do not like being lorded over by a novice.

    The newcomer Trump wanted to change foreign policy slightly. His motive was not to give humanity a respite from woe and war but to solidify Money Power’s control on precious resources far and near. Unwittingly, Trump uncorked a fight where he represents the section of the elite more concerned with making of money as a means to power. Those opposing him, best symbolized by the Clinton political universe, represent the belief the expansion of power is the best way to sustain material affluence. Heretofore the two sides had travelled in lockstep. Trump interrupted this harmony of venality and arrogance. When he proclaimed during the campaign that he would jail Clinton, Trump merely formalized the inadvertent declaration of war against the other side of the establishment.

    Consequently, his entry into the White House was occasioned by disharmony unprecedented among the elite. The corporate media, so aligned with to the Clinton worldview, attacked him with the alacrity of a lunatic canine. Sections of the intelligence community have openly rebelled, trying to undermine him with a flood of unsavory leaks of information against him. The government bureaucracy resists him and leaks as well.

    Trump is accustomed to being his own man and getting his own way by having subordinates fawn over him as if their paychecks depended on it. He is not used to standing alone against the machinery of powerful institutions run by people who care little for him and who believe they can outlast him while making every minute of his tenure a form of agony through public ridicule and possible censure.

    To save himself, Trump figured he had to make a pact with the devil. In that he has probably done such contracts several times before, this one would give him no moral indigestion. He could stomach it for his internal organs had become as cast iron years ago. To prevent himself from complete isolation within the power establishment, Trump brought the military to his bosom. Candidate Trump gargled that the Pentagon and its generals did not understand strategy. He would teach them. President Trump is a different animal than he was as a candidate.

    Abdicating his role as commander-in-chief except in a few isolated circumstances, Trump has ceded all strategic and tactical authority to the men in uniform. With this, he purchases their loyalty. This is the irony of political infighting. Your preferred enemy may become your friend by necessity. Trump who represents the establishment faction that prefers money over war was compelled to ally himself with the War Machine to secure his political hide from the bites of those who were more naturally aligned with the military.

    This marriage has already had material consequence.

    The most redeeming quality candidate Trump exhibited on the campaign trail was the stance he took against perpetual war and his call for a better relationship with Russia. In comparison, Clinton was a fervid war hawk clamoring to escalate American involvement in Syria and Ukraine. The literal interpretation of her views meant inching closer to hot conflict with Russia than prudent statecraft would recommend. That someone as testy as Trump would appear to be more of a candidate for peace showed how far the Democratic Party had fallen into the hands of War Machine.

    Despite his wealth or perhaps because of it, Trump is a man of vulgar disposition who never should have become president. He holds no principles dear except that of self-survival. All other thoughts are cast to the wind. Uneasy due to the heat from the media and because of the opposition within the bureaucracy that is supposed to serve him, Trump feels the need to show he is in charge and not merely being taken on a ride not of his choosing. Such a sentiment can lead a wise man into folly.  It can lead a person with the temperament of Trump into exuberant disaster.

    Added to this is Trump’s obsessive hatred of his predecessor. That the son of an African was his president, makes Trump seethe with crimson madness. In all things, he must prove himself the opposite and the better of Obama. Anything Obama did, Trump would undo. Where Obama feared to go, this abrasive man would enter head first. The reported chemical weapons attack in Syria presented a convergence of malign considerations and interests that led Trump to take action where action was without adequate warrant.

    Obama did not bomb the Assad government after the 2013 chemical attack. To Trump, this signaled cowardice. Yet, Obama’s refusal was proper. Obama discovered the Assad government had not authored the gas attack. The gas came from those American sponsored. Blame was not Assad’s. Obama would not bomb them. For Trump, Obama’s inaction was a mistake he would cure.

    When confronted with media images and reports of a purported April sarin attack in Syria, Trump jumped at the chance to demonstrate he was stronger than Obama. That the media and the great mass of Americana who lust after war would support this action indiscriminately would be an added political bonus to the psychological victory gained in outdoing Obama. Finally, this act would bring the military hardliners closer to him. Thus, he decidedly quickly to hit a Syrian military airport in retaliation.

    There was one stubborn problem. No sarin gas attack had occurred. One may blame Assad for many things. This is not one of them.  The American military and intelligence components on the ground knew the true nature of what had happened. They reported no sarin attack had occurred. Trump and his White House hacks, joined by hardliners in the military, decided not to heed the information given by their people. For political reasons, they determined that the truth was an insufficient basis for choosing a course of action. They would bomb simply because they wanted to, not because Assad had done wrong in this instance. That the corporate media served as the minstrels for this parade of lies confirms the media has forgone journalism because better money is to be made by airing the propaganda of establishment.

    The truer account is a story largely untold. Russian and Syrian intelligence identified a building in the city of Khan Shaykhun that served as an ISIS headquarters. They had intelligence that several important ISIS leaders would be in the building. They also knew ammunition and ingredients for improvised weapons such as fertilizer and chlorine gas may have been in the facility.

    Pursuant to the “deconflicting agreement” then operative between America and Russia, the Russians beforehand informed their American counterparts that they provided the Syrians with a smart bomb to specifically target the building. Prior notice was given so that no American aircraft or intelligence assets would be in the vicinity at the appointed hour. The bomb hit the target. Evidently, a secondary explosion ensued due to the things stored in the building. Witnesses claimed seeing explosions and gas clouds as well as smelling gas.

    This evidence testifies against the presence of sarin. First, a sarin-laden ballistic does explode to release the gas. Such a delivery system would be counterproductive; the explosion and fire would consume much of the gas before the gas reached its intended targets. Second, sarin is colorless. It would not evoke a dust cloud. Third, sarin is odorless. To smell it is to smell something else. The lack of color and odor is what adds to its fatal effect. If a victim is unable to detect it, he cannot discern which direction to run in order to escape vaporous death.

    In effect, the death cloud was the secondary consequence of aerial bomb meeting ordinance stored on in the building. This is a pitiable outlay of war. It should be condemn for what it is and not made into something it is not. However, America could not condemn what really happened. It is something America does with an astounding regularity in in several nations including Syria.

    We know this is the more accurate account due to the work of veteran journalist Seymour Hersh. Due to his investigative prowess, Hersh was hired to investigate the incident by a major western media house. That media outlet was convinced Assad was in the wrong. They thought Hersh would return with a scathing report castigating Assad. Instead, his objectivity led him to exonerate Assad for using gas and to question Trump as well as the Western media’s lack of balance.

    In this instance, the Western media and Trump were allied because of the love of war against recalcitrant non-western governments that now resides in the Western psyche. The American and British media houses that usually publish Hersh’s articles declined his story although one had paid him to write it. They refused to acknowledge the truth. They had gone far too far down the path of wrong. Instead of correcting the record, they would add to their wrongdoing by preventing its correction. Hersh finally found a German newspaper willing to print the more accurate account.

    Hersh found support from a MIT professor who is a leading expert on forensics. The professor scoffed at the report released by the White House allegedly proving the use of sarin gas. The White House report was a quilt of inaccuracies woven by people with insufficient knowledge of physics to make a conclusion on such a grave matter. He said the White House report proved the opposite of what it claimed. The information contained in that report rendered it physically impossible that sarin was the culprit. (Another telling sign that something was amiss is that neither the American military nor intelligence agencies published an unclassified report. Only the White House did. The reason the other agencies did not publish a report or endorse that of the White House is probably because their conclusions vastly differ.)

    That Trump embarked on such an ill-advised frolic freighted with the potential consequence of direct conflict with Russia is discomfiting in the extreme. He has proven himself to be as unstable and unfit as Clinton proved to be with her advocacy of war against Qaddafi’s Libya and her desire for a no-fly zone in Syria. While Clinton lusted for war as if an opiate, we now see Trump can be easily pressured into similar addiction. Watch a bully long enough; you find a coward. This flaw in Trump makes him a walking tragedy in prospect.

    He does not believe in anything strongly enough but his own political survival. He will sacrifice the souls of his own troops and the destinies of other nations to secure his tenancy in the Oval office. Russia is no threat to America. Trump increased the American military budget by 55 billion dollars over Obama’s last budget. That increase was approximately 10 percent of the military’s allocation. Yet, that amount is roughly equal to the entire Russian military budget. Russia’s overall GDP is less than South Korea’s. A military and economy of such limited relative dimension cannot threaten American interests. It dare not.  To cast Russia as an ominous threat is to call a puddle a pond, a pond a lake, and a lake an ocean, so by this concatenation of false equivalents a puddle becomes an ocean.

    This muddled thinking brought on by the unrestrained passions of avarice and domination may not conclusively spell war but the augury of war is there for all to see and fear. Upon the flimsy reed of the collective temperament of Trump and his various henchmen hangs the peace of the world.  Mankind now dances a most dangerous dance.

     

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  • Trump: A trick gone awry

    Trump: A trick gone awry

    Strife is to the wicked as water is to the sea

    The power of the gun and of money have gathered in frightening alliance to subdue collective light of the soul and of the mind of humanity. Such is the tenor of our times.

    Many who continue reading will misconstrue this piece as an apology for President Trump. You would have misread my words and wasted your time.  Trump is an indigestible morsel. However, the troubles that afflict the world are of a larger dimension and come from a well deeper that this single man, no matter how brutish he may be. Trump is but a sign of the times, an augur of harsh things to come less we rectify how important things are decided and done.

    To believe media attacks against Donald Trump is to be deceived by half, which in this instance, is synonymous with being deceived on the whole. Trump is a man of coarse ideas and animal disposition. He deserves to be criticized for the folly of his policies and actions. But the same charges can be levied with equal severity against most of his political opponents in the American leadership establishment.

    You would be the victim of an intricate deceit to believe those who most vociferously attack him would be significantly better in guiding America and influencing world events. Trump is genuinely bad news; sadly, his rivals in the American establishment are substantially no better.

    The media and establishment Democrats focus on Trump’s silly tweets and abrasive public persona. As such, they blinker you with a false equation; that his darkness means they are light. But their light is as false as his darkness is true. They fume that his tweets and comments are setting the world on fire and belittling America’s presidency. They would deceive you into believing style is weightier than substance, that air is heavier than stone.

    To them an inane tweet chastising the media is more harmful to the world than a president ordering aerial strikes that kill thousands of innocent civilians by the month in the half dozen nations troubled by the American penchant to drop bombs on a wholesale basis. In Syria alone, American strikes kill an average of 500 civilians monthly. For the American elite, these deaths matter not at all when compared to Trump lampooning media houses for inaccurate reportage.

    These people ferment with self-righteous indignation at Trump muddying their reputations. Yet, they cheer these distance massacres. As such, their real vocation is that of the hypocrite. Where there is hypocrisy, there is also evil. Their unequal reactions to Trump tweets and their government’s slaughter of innocents suggests a moral barrenness that should unsettle us if we maintain even a scant nexus to humane compassion. Trump may be slinging mud for the wrong reasons but he tosses much of it in the right direction. Their deeds are more soiled than any dirt Trump has hurled their way.

    They question not the role of America in extinguishing the light of peoples and entire societies in faraway lands that pose no threat to American existence. They implicitly cohere to a wicked conviction that killing innocent people is inherent to the presidency. For them, the American president must be a person of such moral flagrance that he commerces in wholesale massacre in pursuit of undefined interests not vital to national security.  They then hail the president as the leader of the free world.

    In recent years, the American president has been less a heroic figure and more a glorified butcher, a perpetrator of war crimes who revels in gratuitous evil veiled essential justice. For a flicker of a moment prior to the elections, candidate Trump suggested he would depart from this tradition. He lied. President Trump has embraced the tradition of bringing unnecessary death to others; this is simply integral to the presidential job description – murder and destruction in pursuit of a freer, more democratic world that never seems to come to pass despite increasing violence done in chase of it. In short, Trump does not care enough about others to do the difficult work required to amend that job description.

    After ordering a drone strike a few years ago, President Obama joked he was getting good at this “killing thing.” He seemed untroubled that he had ordered the deaths of thousands of harmless women and children during his tenure. Hillary Clinton giggled and joked when told Qaddafi had been sodomized then executed. None of this was deemed to signal derangement or indecorous temperament. Yet, great umbrage is taken at Trump’s tweets. His messages may make some uncomfortable but they have yet been confirmed to have proven fatal to human life. To the imperious mind, murder is to be countenanced without reservation but a misspoken or indelicate word is grievous indeed. This is perverse.

    That people like Obama and Clinton, and Bush before them, so cravenly embraced violence abroad and social indifference at home made the emergence of Trump inevitable. He is but the least groomed member of the cult of American leadership led astray by their thirst for power and their overindulgent resort to violent means to obtain wicked ends.

    Trump exposes the corrosion in American democracy. If ever America was the archetypal democracy, it forfeited that mantle years ago. No matter how old and well-grounded a nation’s democracy, there always exists elitists and fascists who would brutally impale democracy if given the chance. 9/11 provided the opportunity of the ages. Draping what they always wanted to do in the cloak of patriotism and security, they began erecting the evil of their choosing. They created a surveillance capacity that now monitors every telephone call in and out America and most other electronic transmissions. In doing so, they have whittled down the constitutional prohibition against unreasonable search into something more honored by its breach then by obedience thereto.

    They have ballooned an already bloated military machine. Such a monstrous instrumentality must be in constant use lest it collapses of its own irrationality or turns to consume its maker. Master becomes servant. The war machine has been set against nations that have done nothing against America. Their sole crime had been to follow the logic of their own interests instead of the dictates of Washington. Such governments have been listed for extermination. Any American who questions the new militarism and loss of democracy is ridiculed as naïve. If he insists in asserting his freedom of opinion, he will be colored with the scarlet letter of seditious guilt.

    We have stumbled upon the crux of the matter. America is not a fecund democracy. It is a dictatorship of ideas travelling under democratic forms and institutions. The news media is controlled by a few major corporations.  Reporting is skewed to favor the community of corporate interests, not the interests of the community. People are not regarded in the main. What the company wants is the higher order. A second, informal constitution has covertly supplanted the formal, more renowned document. The preamble to the first constitution began “We the people,” Today’s operative constitution begins “We the corporations and the few who own them.”

    Most Americans favor a nationalized health care system as other developed nations have. If America functioned as a democracy, most politicians would advance this objective because it is both practical and publicly desirable. However, few politicians dare. To support this position is to wave goodbye to the corporate money so vital to party politics. The objectives of the two major parties are not to answer the people’s needs. The parties’ prime objective is to obtain enough donor funds to enable candidates to campaign for office and to allow party leaders into the club of the moneyed elite. Even if they lose elections, they still win so long as the funding continues.  Plutocracy rules. Democracy laments.

    Consequently, Americans are told the only choices are the byzantine Obamacare and what can before it. Trump seeks a return to the old way. The corporate establishment restricts debate to these two false choices. Why? Choose either; the establishment still profits similarly. For the elite it is win-win. For the people, lose-lose. Thus, health care encourages relatively little debate compared to the storm brewing over childish Trump tweets and allegations of collusion with Russia.

    The media hysteria over Russia should trouble everyone; these antics presage the further reduction of democracy and the possible approach of more needless war. Trump is a traditional right-wing elitist on domestic policy. Thus, the media gives him mostly a free pass on his unjust policies. They berate him on style and the true reason for that is his slight deviation on foreign policy.

    The American war elite, which includes almost every political institution and major figure in Washington, targets Russia and Iran in that order. Trump departed from this. Coming into office, he was fixated on Iran but wanted a cozy time with Moscow. The elite would not tolerate this slight amendment. Russia had the effrontery to checkmate American designs in Ukraine and Syria. For this compound wrong, Russia tops the list of nations to be disciplined if not utterly crushed.

    Not a career political insider, Trump was unaware the decision to maul Russia had already been made by a permanent elite more powerful than any occupant of the White House. Putin had to be taught a lesson so that Russia might never again interfere with American global designs.

    To scare Trump off Russia, the fable of Russian hacking and of Trump collusion became the primary fare of corporate media. Every trick has been deployed to get people to believe this as an article of faith. The media has concluded Russia hacked the election because they were ordered by their bosses to publish this canard.

    It is said Russia hacked the Democratic Party computers. However, no federal agency has examined the computers. The conclusion of hacking comes from private firm. Coincidentally, that firm is headed by a Russian who detests Putin.  The firm was already found to have lodged a false claim of Russian hacking against the Ukrainian military last year.  That on such an important question American intelligence agencies would accept the findings of a private firm agency with a known bias against Russia begs many questions. There is no wisdom in this.

    The American media and intelligence agencies take this firm’s word as gospel not because it is true but because believing it will excuse the wrongs they seek to unleash in the name of global peace and order.

    The American media reported that Russia hacked the French election. French agencies openly contradicted the report. Still, American media harps on alleged Russian election hacking. Foul play occurred in the election but the true foul was cooked in the very kitchen of the American establishment. Purported statements from disaffected members of the Clinton campaign suggest the Russia hacking story was invented to cover what was a devastating blow to Clinton and the bulk of the establishment.

    Both Democratic and Republican establishment sided with Clinton yet she lost. That she ran a horrid campaign could not be the final verdict. That would give too much legitimacy to Trump and also show the trick they played had boomeranged against them. These masters of the universe had outsmarted themselves. More so than losing to Trump, they were beaten by their arrogance. They invented the narrative of a stolen election to conceal the truer account that theirs had been a plot to engineer the outcome that had gone terribly awry. The collusion was not between Trump and Russia.

    The real collusion was the overlapping connections between the Clinton faction of the establishment and the corporate media.

    There is a credible body of evidence indicating that media houses purposefully gave an inordinate free coverage to Trump, Ted Cruz and Ben Carson during the Republican primaries. The reason was not that the trio was imminently newsworthy. The rationale was more sordid. It had been decided to elevate these men because they were perceived as the weakest rivals to Clinton among the herd of Republican candidates. The calculation was that Clinton would have a far easier time in a one-on-one election against one of the three than against someone like Ohio Governor John Kasich.

    Thus, Trump became the beneficiary of billions of dollars in free media coverage. Ironically, this turned out to be the biggest self-inflicted wound in American political history. Clinton and her allies concocted their own poison. The undisciplined bronco Clinton and the establishment selected as their pace horse beat them down the stretch.

    Neither they nor Clinton accurately weighed the anger of the electorate. Trump spoke to the feelings of enough people. Meanwhile enough people recognized the artificiality of Clinton. They knew she only spoke for the big and powerful. Although Trump was one of the elite, he forged with some voters an intimate, visceral connection alien to Clinton’s aloofness. Clinton and the media joined to handicap the election in her favor. She still lost. That which is fated not to be, shall not be.

    The evidence of Clinton collusion with the media is more substantial than that of Trump collusion with Russia. While in neither instance is there sufficient evidence to sway a court of law, it remains odd that the collusion with the stronger evidence remains swept beneath the carpet while the weaker case is depicted as fully proven.

    Stung by their self-injury, the media and establishment have determined to get Trump to behave or topple him. Trump has responded by fighting the media while trying to satisfy the military, which is a portion of the power structure that even this political novice came to quickly understand is stronger than he. Trump’s strategy is to secure his possession by getting the elite’s strong muscle, the military and the conservative factions of law enforcement, on his side.

    Trump flails at the corporate media every chance he gets. This makes him look undignified. He cares less. Dignity was never his strong suit. Meanwhile, he has pulled the media into a street brawl where they too look grimy. The media has stuck its head in his snare. Their reportage of him is too subjective and overtly prejudicial. If they were objective professionals, they would have maintained some decorum and objectivity. They go after Trump with tooth and claw bared.

    In that Trump was always a reduced commodity, his ability to trick the media to descend to his level means he has won the larger war against them. Surely, they will win future battles and skirmishes against him because of his excessive nature and lack of coherence when faced with complex issues. However, he has caused them to reveal that they are not in the profession of impartial journalism but are but the hired larynx of a section of the American elite. This is a good thing for it will help people identify those critical places where American democracy is in need of the greatest repair. This will be one of the sparse, unintended benefits of a Trump presidency.

    The dangers of his presidency far exceed any contemplated benefits. The man is a bully; thus he is also a coward. Faced with the reality that the vast array of the American political structure wants to bend Russia to its will, Trump has shown that he will not stand against this even though he knows confrontation with Russia is wrong and reckless. Thus, he has shifted from his position of befriending Russia. To satisfy the power structure and hopefully secure its acquiesce to his administration, he moves to be-foe Russia.

    Syria is the flashpoint of probable collision as is Ukraine to a lesser extent. That America has   perturbed the delicate nuclear balance by partially surrounding Russia’s western borders with antiballistic missile systems cannot be ignored. That the crass Trump is perhaps slightly more restrained in his militarism than many who pass as America’s best statesmen sings to the lunacy of our times and to a gross defect in American political thought. The world is being pushed to toward war by men too blind and arrogant to see that their desire to rule everything is what has buried past empires.

    The actions they think will expand their empire may bury it. We pray that they will not ignite generalized war in the process. In a world being hurled by such a dynamic, the least of our worries are Trump’s tweets – better to suffer imperfect tweets than perfected war.

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  • Trump: The bearing and baring of America

    Trump: The bearing and baring of America

    A mighty army is required to defend a great nation yet but one froward tongue can destroy it.

    Due to the specious leadership in both the Democratic and Republican clans, America has cast itself into an existential struggle. It fights to seek which of its inferior selves will become the nation’s dominant visage. Withered, perhaps, gone is the best of America, orphaned by the decision of the nation’s modern leaders to sell themselves to venal special interests that seek a powerful nation populated by a weak, debt-subservient populace. The contradiction is obvious yet lost on those engineering this asymmetry.

    Since the era that terminated with the Civil Rights Movement, America’s national leaders have increasingly shunned the pursuit of economic justice and reform. They have accepted a growing inequality as if the inevitable order of things. Their policy has been to fool the poor, accommodate the wealthy and personally advance as far as Machiavellian ambition and lack of principle can take a career operative. The sole difference between Republican and Democrat is the pace and fashion of implementing the barren policy.

    As with all empires, America’s greatest danger is of the homespun variety. Maintenance of an empire built on military prowess and far-flung holdings is not conducive to the long-term governance of the nation at the core of imperial project. Geographic expansion beyond its close proximity does not enhance a nation. Such expansion is purchased at the exorbitant cost of internal improvement and social justice. No land has ever managed to be fairly governed at home yet perpetually expansive in its conquests and military reach.

    By the 1930’s, the British empire was being torn both inside and out. Colonies, with India at the forefront, clamored to break old shackles. The British working class seethed with unrest at the austere reply of their government to the exigencies created by the Great Depression. The British elite saw communists everywhere, under their beds, in their closets, drawing crowds in Hyde Park and leading independence movements in distant but dear colonies.

    Due to this fear, the British ruling class fraternized with the authoritarian lunatic enthroned in Berlin until he finally turned on them. Had he not done so, they might be siding with him still. The appetite of the rich and powerful conceals them from the poignant lesson. All they see is domestic and foreign conquest. They see not the danger of their ways. Both military conquest abroad and financial conquest of the home population depart from the democratic openness and vitality that helped prosper the nation. At such a point, the nation flirts with decay only to marries decline.

    Today, this historic phenomenon regarding the self evisceration of empires is coupled with the modern debt peonage affecting most Americans due to the rapid conversion of the national economy from mean capitalism to carnassial financialism. Only the financial sector and big corporations allied to it profit. All others must take on ever increasing debt to maintain a modest standard of living. The harder an American works, the more indebted he becomes. He works not for the good of his family or community; he works to remain one step ahead of the bill collectors who seek to torment him and extract his last dollar in payment of some obligation he is convinced to bear in order to be possessed of the American way of life. He has been deceived to acquire real debt to purchase false prosperity.

    Car, television and home, all are mostly borrowed, not owned. With so much debt placed upon him, the borrower belongs to his creditors. America is not a nation of the free. Despite its great abundance, America is the land of modern day sharecroppers and debt serfs. Such economic feudalism is not the basis for greatness. Any person who seeks to lead but not reform this iniquity cannot be trusted with the welfare of the average person. Sadly, both Republican and Democratic elites are wedded to this profound unfairness.

    America borrowed much from ancient Rome. Like Rome at its zenith, its military prowess is unrivaled. Rome was also the first major society from the Mediterranean/Mesopotamian outcrop of civilizations to dispense with the curative of periodic debt forgiveness for the poor debtor, even the slave. In Rome, money lenders and the military took undue control, corrupting the political class and the important institutions of the political economy; all was slowly drained of vitality; then all was lost. Clownish and ghoulish dictators came to rule where august figures once led.  The lesson America seems to have learned from its remarkable ignorance of history is that, in the case of empire, it is best to do as the Romans did. The outcome will be the same.

    Because the American political elite treated the populace with such cool disdain for such a long time, enough people revolted to elect Donald Trump. He came about not so much because people wanted him. They wanted to signal to the smug establishment that something profound was missing from governance and from their lives. A vote for Trump was an act of desperate rebellion, of mindless defiance. Sadly, this symbolic gesture brought to power an actor fixed on doing the opposite of what most of his voters had in their hearts. They voted for Trump because he was new and they had their fill of the old establishment. That he chucked stones at parts of the establishment deceived them into believing he was for them. Yet, the enemy of your enemy is not always your friend. You need to carefully study the basis for their disagreement. Their dispute may be limited to a difference in how to carve and cook you then who shall dine on your choicest morsels.

    Instead of a hero, the people selected a buffoonish impostor with an ill temper and a dictator’s heart. He is a bloated caricature of America gone wrong in much the same way Nero personified the felony that Rome had become unto its citizens. While one must blame Trump for what he does, the blame for his presence in the White House lies with establishment Democrats. In the smug comfort of their inflated intellectual prowess and false moral superiority, they were blind to the travesty they had made of themselves. In truly imperial style, Obama treated the party as subservient to his ambitions. During his years in office, he soaked up all the sunlight, allowing the party to desiccate as an organization. Structures at the state and local levels atrophied. His concern stretched no farther than the Oval Office. Rarely has a two-year incumbent left his party organization in such tatters.

    Compounding this error, the Democrats ran perhaps the only candidate who could lose to Trump. Clinton deepened the ditch into the party would fall by embarking on one of the most insipid campaigns in the annals of American national elections. It was as if the Democrats tried to lose. The sad truth is that, for establishment Democrats, losing to the Republicans is not much of a defeat. Over the years, the parties have become increasingly combative over social issues. The feuds over abortion, gun control, gay marriage are intense.

    This veils a deeper truth, deceiving the innocent into believing the parties are far apart. The parties spend more time battering each other over these few issues because they stand in general accord on the order of things economic and financial. Regarding core economic and national security issues that really dictate the trajectory of a nation, the leadership of the two parties are kissing cousins. The incessant partisan battle over these other emotional issues is but a mirage to cover the profane unity between the parties on how the bread is cut and who gets most of the slices.

    Be not distracted by the theatrics surrounding Trump’s presidency. He sees himself as a man of action, In fact, he is a child of privilege who has the scornful disposition to prove it. He is prone to say what comes to mind notwithstanding the quality of the idea. The media has frenzied over this. Yet,  most of what they focus on is but straw in the wind. The media has feasted for days over the spurious claim that Obama wiretapped Trump’s phones. This is silly confusion. The media conveniently forgets to remind people the NSA illegally eavesdrops on every phone call in America. Obama needn’t specially tap any phone. Trump’s calls were already captured in the NSA universal dragnet.  In a manner, Trump is both right and wrong in claiming his conversations were surveilled.

    But this skips the larger issue. After NSA illegal operations have been disclosed, they have not been ended. America has blatantly gone from a nation of laws into one where government can flagrantly break the law by rationalizing the illegal excess as necessary to battle terrorism and protect national security. This is not the hallmark of a mature democracy. It is in the manner of a police state where weak leaders feign strength by scaring people into the forfeiture of their rights. The people are told they are being kept safe from a wicked and omnipresent enemy. Yet, these enemies are neither numerous nor strong enough to harm but a handful of the 300 million people who are America. It is more likely an American will be struck by lighting than by a terrorist. To complement his proposed southern wall, perhaps Trump will build a ceiling over the nation to protect people from the terror of a chance lighting strike.

    Establishment Democrats, Republicans and media obsess that Russia “hacked” the election to favor Trump. That there is no proof of this seems not to bother those spewing the tale. They can’t even prove Russia hacked the Democratic Party’s computers. There is no sign of Russia tampering with election machines or tabulations. Consequently, there is no evidence that Russia influenced one single vote. That such nonsense and non-proof are paraded as sure evidence of Russian perfidy can mean but one thing. The establishment wants confrontation with Russia for reasons they dare not disclose. They will not allow facts to obstruct such designs. Thus, they must beat Trump into submission. Trump’s position toward Russia is the wisest tree in his thicket of folly. Yet, it is the thing for which he has drawn the most ire. He is not used to pressure and to standing alone. Eventually, he will succumb to the dictates of the establishment, that powerful state within a state.

    We dare not think Trump a pacifist. He merely thinks clashing with Russia is bad business. Like the rest of the establishment, he remains in need of foreign monsters to kill and foes to maim. He would just rather bully a less powerful Iran. Overcoming Iran and taking its oil is a less troublesome venture than confronting Russia. There is no true restraint in American leadership. They all seek to subdue some nation and exterminate some false enemy. Trump’s problem is not that he has the concept wrong; he simply prioritized the wrong foe as public enemy number one.

    Even Trump’s travel ban is a relatively minor infraction. At most, a few thousand people in a world of 7 billion are touched. More concern is placed on the ban than on why America bombs the lands from whence these people come. Halting the bombing would be a humane act toward stemming the flow of refugees. Should not the death of thousands of innocents concern us more than whether a few are lucky enough to escape the carnage.

    Mercy dictates that safe haven be granted to those fortunate in escaping the hellish bombing. Yet, it would be better to end the wanton destruction and have no refugees than to ignore the bombing yet encourage refugees. The latter is but a hallow consolation to genuine humanitarian concern. Pandering always to the lesser truth, the American media berates Trump for the bigoted travel ban. However, the media mentions not a word that the new administration has escalated the pace of bombing these African and Middle Eastern nations in excess of Obama’s already high levels. Seems that it is fine to kill multitudes as long as you don’t treat rudely the handful that make it to your border. The morality of this position is curious and could not be more perverse.

    Fortunately, the courts have nullified Trump’s travel order. Yet, Trump has a sobering trump card of his own to play. The way his administration will mince the lives of poor and working class Americans may answer his refugee problem. America will become such a harsh place to its own that only the most intrepid foreigner will seek respite there.

    The bitter truth is that for all of Trump’s foolery, there is little difference between him and the united Democratic/Republican establishment. Elite Democrats are no longer liberals or leftists. They are the Republicans of the thirty years ago. Today’s Republicans are yesterday’s reactionaries. Republicans have defined the American political economy since 1980. Instead of fighting this, the Clintons and Obama joined the choir. On the economic issue which most people vote, the difference between Clinton and Trump was minor. In fact, Trump was more left-leaning on trade and job creation than Clinton. Thus, the election boiled down to a choice between a wild but real Republican and Democrat who acted like a Republican. In such a contest, the Republican usually wins. Democrats immolated themselves with the losing strategy of being Republicans in Democratic dressing. Not only did Clinton lose, Democrats were decimated in all elections from president to town crier.

    Stylistically, Clinton/Obama and Trump are worlds apart. Trump is a disheveled waste bin while Obama and Clinton cut the accustomed figure of a political leader, albeit in different ways. Yet, in terms of where they want to take America, this unlikely trio occupies the same room. They sit side by side. They seek to further institutionalize an economy tilted in favor to those who need no favors. These people want to turn Social Security into a private pension so Wall Street can profit in multiple billions of dollars from the fees and commission that would newly arise from such wrongful engineering.

    They seek to turn public education into a private, for profit enterprise as well. They call this freedom of choice. In reality, is will give poor people less opportunity to overcome the education gap, assuring their status as a permanent underclass with no social mobility, accentuated by no social services due to the massive budget cuts that will imminently ensue. The choice this really gives to the people who need help is but one: abject failure.

    Democrats and Republicans spar over the health insurance law. This shadowboxing has little to do with actual health care. Any insurance law Trump may pass will closely resemble Obama’s, except the new version will exacerbate the flaws of the prior one. With Obamacare, the gigantic insurance firms did a public relations masterpiece. They publicly complained about Obamacare but privately profited due to the measure’s lax cost controls. They will profit even more under whatever careless remedy Trump may concoct. The people will suffer a great hidden cost, that of a lost vision for something profoundly better. Burdened by Trump’s monstrous repair, they will dream of returning to the flawed Obamacare instead of hoping for something better like the cheaper, more efficient universal health care extant in other Western nations.

    Perhaps Obama is more at ease with a Trump victory that we dare believe. Conventional wisdom was that Obama wanted Clinton to preserve his legacy. However, his tenure was one of heady oratory but policy in the miniature. The best way to preserve such a meager legacy may be to destroy it, then institute something worse in its place.  The glass barely full is only better than no glass at all. A slave who moves from a master that beats him once weekly to one where beating is a daily affair starts to view the prior warden more favorably. Freedom stops being the option most considered. In this way, the slave becomes an unwitting accomplice in his own servitude. Such is the way of America.

    American leadership is now a choice between wrong and wronger. What is right is no longer part of the bidding. Greatness recedes. Mediocrity and compromise take hold. Leaders who are smaller than the issues confronting them are selected because the power behind the power bristle at change. They want a government that functions to secure their dominate position. It is as if the rich and powerful hold a mortgage on the rest of the nation. The sons of debtor families are sent to war in distant nations for reasons they barely understand. They fight a thousand miles away from their shores but are told they protect the homeland. Becoming comfortable with such lies, a nation steals its own greatness. Decay scribes its name on all institutions, great and small. Evil readily enters. Not long afterwards, so does someone like Trump.

     

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  • Black church and economic injustice: Where did compassion go?

    Black church and economic injustice: Where did compassion go?

    The rich man lives as he wants but the life of a poor man lives him.

    ather batters child. Brothers fight until one cannot stand; blood runs.  Son beats mother into a stupor. Sister pushes away sister to get the last morsel. Mother suffocates child whose hunger compels his shrill cry that will not relent until he is no more. A man pretends to be away from home. The knock at the door is that of a friend coming to collect what the man no longer has. Young people have no time for idealism. By the hour, they are tempted by wanton endeavor that offers but the slimmest chance of breaking from poverty. These enticements are but the  sure entrapment of body and soul into some malpractice that will cost those who are young and hungry for success more in the end than it profits them in the beginning. Desperation and frustration abound because poverty abounds. Debt is but the twin brother of poverty. Where one resides, the other too has a homestead.

    Worldwide people suffer because of virulent economic inequality. Wages for most laborers have stagnated or even fallen during the past three decades. Too many people are unemployed. Meanwhile, the affluent sample a concentration of wealth the world has never before seen.  According to a recent study,  the eight wealthiest people in the world possess as much wealth as the 3.6 billion people who constitute the poorest half of the world’s population. Global income inequality is as skewed as it was during the period leading to the Great Depression.  For all of the progress that man has made, too many members of the human family suffer poverty and hunger; too many live as sparsely as their ancestors did centuries ago. Technological man has advanced greatly. The morality of man still seems lashed to harsh aspects of the past. Science has progressed for several millennia. Social consciousness appears such in the first minute of recorded time.

    Where poverty triumphs, compassion hides. Love is severely chastised. Man’s behavior to his fellow has barely advanced behind civilization’s earliest renditions. Society remains a cruel accompaniment in the lives of the poor.

    With February being Black History Month, it has been my habit to write at least one piece focusing on an aspect of Black society that I believe needs greater examination. This piece hopefully follows that annual custom. Here, I question the evolution of the Black Church. I will do so from the perspective of Black America.  My wager is that what I write has more than insignificant relevance wherever Black people congregate in the name of God but perhaps not for His purposes.

    In times past, faith in God and his teachings have always pointed us toward social justice and redemption of society at large from the evil that exists within it. From there, came the hope of hope and compassion for other human beings. Even in the darkest while, love of people was a present guide, beckoning to our better nature even through the most bitter of social imbalance. Our preachers and clerics were not men of means and money. Their substance was of greater stuff. They sought to convey to us the eternal truths that we may break forth from what bound us.

    With slavery hoisted on their backs, Black Americans preached and prayed from freedom. Preacher Nat Turner led a slave revolt. Turner would be betrayed by his own Judas. Bokman was the spiritual father of the Haitian Revolution, the only time in human history when slaves successfully cast away the yoke of an imperial power in order to establish their own republic. Legend has it that Bokman was an Islamic scribe from a family of scribes. Bokman was a sobriquet. He was a “man of the Book” (The Quran) in a place and a time where his type were not supposed to read but were expected to be read to. They were expected to be led and not to lead. Somehow, hope and the way of freedom emerge in even the bleakest circumstance.

    Martin Luther King could have selected a more comfortable path. With his intellect and eloquence, he could have been the senior pastor of a big church, cosseted in a life secured by the collections of tithes and offerings of a congregation peopled mostly by the poor  who suffered a life of constant degradation. Instead of taking from those who had little to give, King decided to give them the best he had. He decided to lead them where God’s word had led him. The man broke from bonded religiosity that he may be true to the faith he professed.

    Malcolm X evolved from a street thug into a principled man who would ultimately devote himself to his people and to humanity. His spiritual journey led him to love all men, even those whom he initially hated. He learned that the love of his people did not require him to hate another human being.

    King and Malcolm would be killed not because of their faith. They would be killed because they remained faithful. Their beliefs took them to places the power and rich forbade anyone to go. They had to be eliminated before they took the rest of the people to the prohibited zone where love and freedom abide. As long as King preached political and civil rights he was safe.   As long as Malcolm preached racial segregation and hatred of Whites he was safe. However, when both men started to converge in their thoughts and actions, their days were sorely numbered. Their graves were dug and marked when they began to criticize the power behind the powerful, when they spoke of the evil that concocted a place and life of scarcity for the people in a world of plenty.

    They became prophets who spoke a fundamental truth that has existed as long as civilization has: The rich and powerful manipulate society that they may extract unfair profit from the toil and sacrifice of the common man. Human history is one of constant struggle against the desire of the elite to turn the many into bond servants. Slavery, peonage, serfdom have described human history more so than have freedom and equality. The demons of the ancient past remain the demons of the present. We must fight these ancient evils for a chance at modern progress.

    King and Malcolm are no longer here. They helped us progress but progress is a strange animal. It becomes perverted unless secured by additional, subsequent progress. The only guarantee that comes with progress is that it will be contested. The backlash is inevitable.

    Those preachers and clerics who came after King and Malcolm did not follow their heroic path. Today’s editions have made their peace with the evil that rules the day. The most famous Black preachers are quiet about the social evils of poverty and racial injustice. Their people languish in penury yet these men talk not about this things. Had they lived during the time of slavery, they would have been those who told us to appreciate our bonds. They would have preached the master’s gospel so that they could sleep on the floor of the master’s house.

    This is why many of them are allowed to have their sermons broadcast on television. Their teachings are devoid of social content. They preach a barren theology, fertile only in sonorous but empty words and false piety. They lie not so much in what they say but in what they refuse to talk about.

    Because they teach what corporate Money Power wishes, they are given a vast global platform and have been the recipients of generous material rewards. Their churches are large and their bank accounts well endowed. Yet, their congregations remain poor and getting poorer with their lives more constrained and under pressure. The weight of unjust economics sinks their people year by year. Instead of trying to extricate their flock from this iniquity, they place greater burden on the people by asking the people to give more to maintain and expand the shiny temples and cathedrals they have built.

    These men live gilded lives, being prophets of a gilded age. They have left the truer message behind. When these men pass, they will be briefly remembered then eternally forgotten. The good they have done has mostly been unto themselves and those who master them. Thus, what good they do shall pass with them. The memories of King, Malcolm, Nat Turner and Bokman shall live among the people as long as the human quest for justice, dignity and right endures.

    These modern preachers teach people a false creed, one of man and not of God. Black preachers have been made famous because they have betrayed their cause.   They seek to live in two opposing worlds at once. This can only be accomplished via a subterfuge which seeks to meld opposites into a great and gross singularity. In effect, their is that God is Mammon and Mammon God. He who has money has been divinely blessed. Rarely do they speak of the evils of money ill gotten. Money is the measure of man’s closeness to Heaven.

    If you are wealthy, then God has touched you. If you are poor, the blame is yours alone. Implicit in this message is that a poor man is cursed from above. Poverty and lack are the moral faults of the victim. Just as a misogynistic world blames a woman if raped, a selfish immoral world blames the struggling man for his penury. In this manner of preaching, the evils of the system go unexposed. In fact, these preachers see no real evil in how the economy works and economic rewards get allocated. To them, all is well.

    They preach incessantly to the poor man about his personal sins and that he must give to them the little he has in order to rectify is turpitude. Yet, they preach not to the system and its masters about the harm they have authored through the years. It is wrong to say that a poor man is cursed and a wealthy man by his riches is blessed. That these preachers may at times chastise people regarding true personal failings is apt. However, they fail when they do not chastise the system for its wrongs. Calling us to task for our flaws they should do without neglecting to reproach the masters of the economic system for the evil they brew. The one should be done in conjunction with, not to the exclusion of, the other.

    These people have a special talent. They have mastered the art of believing in Jesus without barely believing a word that he said. Like windows that allow no light in or out, they are Christians devoid of Christ. They pretend to be water yet they claim not its inherent wetness. Jesus distilled the entirety of Scriptures that we may well remember the path we must go. He said two commandments are supreme: One is to love God with all his heart and also to love his neighbor as he would himself. Upon these two principles hang all the law and the prophets.

    Love of God is the personal spiritual component. God is not a material being we can see. Thus, the love of Him is of spirit to spirit. Love of thy neighbor is the social component. We all are neighbors unto each other and we all are corporeal, made of flesh and bone.  We can see each other. How we care and love each other is also of a quality that can be seen. Helping the poor and needy with sustenance is love. Squashing them under the weight of unfeeling poverty is the opposite. Asking the poor and hurt to place more of what they don’t have into a collection plate so that the preacher can buy more of what he does not need is placing the poverty of poverty on the backs of the weak.

    The people and their welfare used to matter the most. Now, the church is the beautiful building, and by extension, the luxury car and the first class plane tickets if not the ownership of a plane itself by the ambitious minister. In such a situation, morality and good sense make it incumbent to question unto what or whom does this man of the cloth minister. Of what cloth is he?

    In easily understood shorthand, Jesus gave us the path to follow. Yet, the preachers of this age follow not him. Rarely do they speak this message of social love. Advocating social compassion and care for the broken by government and by society is considered disrespectful. These modern Black ministers shy from this because they do not want to attract they type of controversy that will repel their White corporate sponsors. If they are found involved in peccant behavior, all will be forgiven and these ministers will be resurrected from all manner of personal shortcoming. If they preach of social change, they will surely be banished with no hope of return. So they muzzle deeper truths that they may fill the air with shallow ones.

    If society and our economy were colored by a stroke of genuine compassion, much of the wrong we suffer will no longer be. Yet, those who inherited the mantle from King consumed themselves with telling people that they must give more to the church in order to receive the blessings of God though the avenue of personal fortune. Society be damned. This is not the message of Abraham tradition.

    If they were true to that tradition, they would be telling government as well as the rich and powerful to fashion a more merciful and kind society that uplifts those unable to uplift themselves. The Old Testament is the account of how a kingdom came to be and about its good and bad rulers. That book speaks of the year of Jubilee where personal debts were forgiven, bondsmen were freed and mortgaged land returned to the indebted owner. Even pagan societies in the region held to similar practices. The ancients understood the oppressive nature of debt and how debt tended to compound over the years, placing people further in arrears and making them forever poor. To prevent this imperfection intrinsic to the economy from marring society, they would periodically wipe the slate clean so people could start afresh.  In a way, the poor would be financially “born again.”

    No more than two in ten Black households do not suffer a significant debt overhang.  Much of the meager wealth of the Black community disintegrated during the 2008 Financial Crisis. Government rushed to save the banks, giving them trillions of dollars in relief as reward for the wrong they caused. The Black community was asked to partake of a different remedy. Its debts were not forgiven. They were foreclosed upon. In the face of this gross injustice of culprit banks being enriched and powerless Blacks being tossed from their homes, the Black preacher said nothing. All he did was dance and shout around the place he calls an altar, exhorting those recently made homeless that all would be fine provided they placed more in the collection plate. The injustice of what befell their congregation mattered nothing.

    The Black Preacher has gone the way of the Black    Politician. In order to get their face on television and to be accepted by society, they turned their backs on the problems of the people they purport to serve. They claim to be our representatives. By and large, they have betrayed their higher calling in exchange for more practical emoluments. This is not to say they are bad people. They are not bad but the taste of power and money has become so sweet to them that they lost their taste for more selfless things.

    Black politician and preacher have become like unto the Pharisees. hey do not champion the cause of the people. Instead, they are sent by their master, Money Power, to explain to the people why things cannot be better. They tell the people all manner of inanities. They even stoop so low as to tell poor people, already in debt, that they should use their overused credit cards to pay church offerings. They have turned God into a collection agency. That such a thing places the person in a deeper hole with the usurious money lender seems not to bother the minister for he is more brother to the money lender than to his own congregation.

    Because of this terrible transformation of the Black church, the Black community is bereft of genuine leadership. The sad state of affairs is not by accident. The powers that controlled society wanted no repeat of King. They devised a system where Black preachers and politicians who did their bidding would be paid a small ransom. These men and women would see their name in bright lights and their bright faces of television. They were led astray that they may lead millions astray. This is the state of Black America today. Unless this is changed, the best of Black America resides in our history and not in the future that is to come.

     

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  • Trumpland: America for what it is

    Trumpland: America for what it is

    It is the foolish farmer who buys a goat expecting it will sire a calf

    The world seems more unprepared for a Trump presidency than Trump is unprepared to occupy that office. Though Trump’s victory was an upset, it should not have been an utter surprise. Donald Trump represents a strain of hard-bent Americanism almost as old as the republic itself. Trump is a far more accurate envoy of American history social realities that the aberrant Obama or the aloof Hillary Clinton. Obama was an experiment that failed to produce the extraordinary results required to justify it to those Americans who were intrinsically opposed to such an exotic presidency. Obama did not exude Americana. He was afternoon tea and crumpets, a taste of wine and caviar, served with panache and slight hint of soul. For all of his money, Trump has the style of a long-distance teamster. While he may serve the most exquisite cuisine in his private banquets, his personality speaks of hamburgers and french fries served on a paper plate, all to be washed down with a mug of cheap beer.
    In a nation that globally advertises itself as the engine of global progress, Trump is an unabashed throwback yet he is also a new day coming. Trump is a man of New York City and Wall Street but circa 1950. Ensconced in the petty fiefdom enabled by his real estate fortune, Trump made a fortune in a manner related to but distinct from the global corporate financial network that controls the world economy. He was of the elite but only peripherally in terms of the functions he serves to the elite. He was wealthy but the establishment did not take him seriously. He was old school; the world had evolved beyond him.
    His personalized, one-man-show way of business was quaint. Trump saw himself as a great success. The real engineers of the economy saw him as two generations behind the times.
    Trump thus occupied a unique, underestimated position. He was in the elite but could portray himself as not of it. He could thus partake of its benefits and yet not be faulted for its wrongdoings. In fact, he could become an acerbic critic of the club of the wealthy despite the fact that membership in this very club has been the driving force of his existence. He was the rich man who could appeal to the poor and disgruntled man because the temperate and style of his money making deviated from that of the core establishment. Politically, this made him more potent than his opponents could fathom. He was able to take hold of an American tradition dating back to Andrew Jackson.
    The seventh president, Andrew Jackson broke the monopoly Massachusetts and Virginia held on the office during the early years of the nation. He represented the frontier state of Tennessee. He was a self made man, rising from a meager beginning into a very successful military and legal careers. The first to be dubbed the “people’s president,” Jackson rallied the small farmer and common man to his side. He championed their cause against the Eastern establishment. In the view of that educated establishment, Jackson’s presidency meant the backwoods and the gutter had taken over their beloved new republic. They feared Jackson and his cohort would be the ruination of the nation so newly wrought. Their fears were exaggerated much as the establishment fears are now.
    Jackson’s was raw, bigoted nationalism. Jackson loved slavery. He hated immigrants. The America he envisioned was for Anglophonic whites only. He would drive the industrious, peaceful and literate Cherokees and other great native tribes from their lands in southeastern United States to push them to harsh reservations westward. Thousands died during the forced march of over one thousand miles. This exile would be known among Native Americans as the “Trail of Tears.” It was worse than that. If you know the strain of American politics that produced Andrew Jackson then you perhaps could foresee the electoral success of Donald Trump. Him and his policy to construct a wall to thwart illegal immigration are but the progeny of the Jacksonian political tradition.
    Trump, like Jackson before him, appealed to the insecurities of the average white man. In Jackson’s time, the dream was to own a farm. The common man believed the elite wanted to turn them into laborers or reduce him to servitude not much different than the black man. This is one of the reasons, poor white came to loathe the black man. In the present time, the dream is have a secure job that provides such a wage sufficient to purchase a home, a car and take the occasional family vacation. The people feel the elite wants to take this from them, reducing them to modern peonage and third world work conditions and wages. Judging from the looks of things for the past few decades, the people have the bulk of evidence on their side. The time was ripe for an eruption of old-fashioned Jacksonian politics.
    Though a novice at electioneering, Trump is an astute if bawdy salesman. He understood the mood of the people better than his opponents did. He brewed an effective moonshine, mixing bigotry on cultural matters with a surprisingly progressive stance on economic policy and on foreign policy toward Russia. As such, he appealed to the raw prejudice of many who still envision America as a nation by, for and of white people, with blacks in a secondary yet accepted role. The influx of so many people of so many different hues from so many other lands ruined this simple picture and thus befuddled many Americans. They see danger in the demographic evolution taking place. They seek to arrest the tide. On these issues, Trump dug in like a staunch nationalist. He protected his right flank.
    On economic matters such as trade and jobs, Trump outflanked the Democrats to the left. His position on the Trans Pacific Partnership treaty (TPP) resonated with both the conservative who saw the TPP as an affront to national sovereignty but also with many liberals who saw the TPP as an attack by the global corporate machinery against the working class and poor. The confluence of these two trends of support was enough for Trump to upset the coronation of Hillary Clinton and to assume the White House for himself.
    This vain, temperamental and jaundiced man now leads the most powerful nation on the face of the earth. His ascent is more an account of the defeat of Clinton and the establishment than of a Trump victory. The establishment erred in believing its control of mass media gave it equivalent control over public opinion. Unknown to the elite, enough average people would reject the mainstream propaganda so as to quash the anticipated victory of Mrs. Clinton. Trump’s victory was a repudiation of the establishment attempt to hoodwink people into believing that Clinton was the only and best thing possible. Even if they did not know whether Donald Trump was the truth, they viscerally knew that Clinton was not.
    The powerful interests that Clinton represented would fight back. They see themselves as the architects of a new world. They are not about to let all that fall due to the antics of the braggart with the unkempt orange mane. He attacked them and they would counterattack. As usual, their primary tool would be the corporate global media. Their secondary tool would be to finance protests by allegedly progressive groups on their corporate payrolls. To see this as a fight of good versus evil, virtue against vice is to miss the entire point. The current battle of the American institutional media against Trump is one of bad versus worse; we have yet to figure out which side will prove the most egregious in their wrongdoing. America has reached the point where night and day are enemies of each other because they are both too much the same thing.
    We have experienced the first month of Trump in office. There have been quakes but civilization has not been destroyed. Life on earth still chugs awkward toward itself.
    The media reports the White House is near chaos. Trump retorts that his White House is already a well oiled machine despite its brief tenure on the difficult playing field. The truth is that this month has not been nearly as disastrous for Trump as the media claims nor has it been a sign that Trump is an angel of Providence as he asserts. Three main issues describe the month: 1) Trump’s rejection of the TPP, 2) his immigration policy, including the failed travel ban, and 3) his policy toward Russia.
    Trump is no savior except in his own mind. But he is also no demon though millions of people have concluded this of him. He is possessed of a dangerous egoism that tells its owner whatever he feels is right notwithstanding the avalanche of actual facts that speak to the contrary. This gives him the capacity to do great harm. Yet, he has done no great harm thus far. If we are to look at the three major issues of this first month, we must say that Trump is on the better side on two of them.
    Trump’s stand on immigration, especially the travel ban, is odious. The media played this to the hilt. Yet, something is amiss. The travel ban violates the constitution in such a fundamental way that I see no other way a reasonable judge to decide than to discard the measure. People had a right even a duty to protest the hateful policy. Yet, in the overall scheme of things they protested too much against too little. They were protesting more the image of the man than the weight of what he had done. Trump banned entry of people from seven designated nations. Not by coincidence, these nations are ones the Obama administration had bombed for reasons less than wholesome, killing thousands of innocent people in the process. In Yemen, the administration has dropped bombs on a people’s movement, on fighters seemingly struggling for their freedom. Also in Yemen, Obama executed several American citizens without attempting to arrest or charging them with a crime. Such extrajudicial killings are more sinister violations of the core of the American constitution much more than Trump’s recent pettiness.
    The media and left acquiesced as Obama trespassed the constitution and moral decency by engaging in these killings and bombings. There were no issues of conscience or even the smallest protests at wrongful deaths caused by Obama. Yet, Trump’s attempted ban is greeted by supreme outrage. Banning travelers because of religious affiliation is horrid policy. Yet, I can think of worse. Obama certainly thought of and did worse. Killing people is a greater evil. In fact, if America was not so intent on bombing these places or fomenting war therein, fewer refugees would seek America’s shores. Trump’s ban was bad. The prior administration’s bombing campaign was worse. That the left and the media would remain silent at wrongful deaths yet turn the spigot of self-righteousness to castigate the lesser wrong of denying entry into America is sheer hypocrisy. If they cannot protest the greater harm it seems illogical to demonstrate against the lesser one with such vehemence.
    In his first week, Trump renounced the TPP. Steeped in secrecy, the TPP contained provisions amounting to an unprecedented transfer of government sovereignty into the hands of the global corporate network. National governments would have been further hamstrung from enacting measures the corporate world disliked as if this were not already a problem. Rejection of the TPP may be the best act of his entire presidency. He saved the working class in many nations for great harm. hat he might in the future act to undermine the economic welfare of people is a possibility that cannot be dismissed. Yet, for today, he saved rather than forfeited the common man. Meanwhile, Obama and Clinton Democrats had dressed themselves as pied pipers and Judas goats eager to lead naive followers to the abattoir. The mystery remains why Obama was such an unabashed champion of this horrid pact. In burying the deal, Trump made himself a mortal enemy of the global corporate complex. Those who hate Trump so feverishly, should cool down a bit to better grasp what this means.
    The elites are after him with a vengeance. Many common people will be fooled. Because they share a dislike for Trump, people will think the corporate complex is own their side. They will not understand that their dislike for Trump comes from an angle different than the corporate complex’s animus. They will ally with the complex in fighting Trump not even realizing the corporate complex may be the greater enemy. Institutional media would have succeeded in its primary but clandestine mission: getting people to support issues and institutions that actually flow against their real interests.
    Last, Trump is being pilloried for his stance toward Russia. In American politics, hatred toward Russia is now an article of faith. To seek a cordial relationship with Russia is apostasy. Democrats have surpassed Republicans as hot warmongers. The drums of war are beaten without the slightest reticence. Stoking hatred against Russia is madness.
    Russia has done little to warrant the animosity. The claim that Russia influenced the American election is legerdemain, an attempt to deflect attention from the real cause of the election result. Democrats and the media repeatedly proclaim Russia influenced the election. They also assert the email revelations about candidate Clinton were of minor importance. Both positions cannot be true.
    The gravamen of the complaint against Moscow is that it released hacked emails from Clinton and the Democratic Party. Well, if those emails were inconsequential and had not bearing, then Russia did not sway the election. If those emails did sway the election, then the real culprit is not Russia for it did not fabricate the emails. If the emails tell a sordid tale of Clinton and her campaign, the real culprits are Clinton and her campaign. She is liable for her own doings. Don’t pin this on any other party save the ones that authored the damaging missives. Moreover, evidence is scant that Moscow hacked the emails. More likely, the disclosures resulted from leaks by Clinton operatives disenchanted by her legendary underhandedness.
    Still, the media and the political establishment is on an all-out offensive to pressure Trump to abandon hope of a decent relationship with Russia. The intelligence community already ruined Obama’s tepid try at cooperation with Russia in Syria. They did that by purposefully bombing Syrian army positions immediately after the American-Russian agreement for cooperation on Syria was executed. Some important power blocs in America want hot confrontation with Russia for reasons only they know. I see no good coming of such a situation. At the moment, Trump is the lone prominent American figure standing against martial enthusiasts getting their way. If they manage to weaken him to the point where he must follow their direction, war with Russia becomes a likelihood.
    Those who wish for the quick demise of Trump and a return to the “normalcy” of the corporate complex and a president of that ilk should partake of a deep rethink. We are in a dangerous jetty. This is no time to allow ourselves to be deceived by those adept at tugging on our emotions. We can’t allow our disdain for Trump to lure us into accepting policies that might be even worse in the long run. We are not in a situation where the options are between good and bad. Things are more delicate. We must now navigate among bad, worse and truly disastrous. In such a clime, your most obvious enemy may sometimes be the closest thing you have to a friend. The time for wisdom of counsel and not the counsel of anger is upon us.
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