Wednesday, February 17, 2010
A glitch for every gold at the Vancouver "Games"
Sunday, February 14, 2010
hmmm...maybe that was what always freaked out people about me breeding. If I could birth beautiful horrors onto the page, onto the screen with such ease, threatening to change, shift, completely destroy what they thought they knew, what they were taught, what they trusted in...if I could birth change/words with such ease, they must have been terrified at the thought of who I could/would birth from spirit in/to flesh...which I have also done with such ease even under the most rigorous conditions. Yup. They should be scared. shivers...I'm a little scared/anxious/excited sometimes, watching the little humaaaans make their power moves, growing, gathering pertinent bits of information, developing language and trying their razor blade tongues, telling me to back off when I get too close, when I block their agendas. :) heh.
Last night we saw Daybreakers.
It was his first time and my third time. I was tired from a really busy week or else I would have gone for drinks after the movie. Next time. But I'll have to be quick about it. He's leaving town in a few weeks.
In the meantime, this is a bit of fluff I'm enjoying dancing to right now. The beat is infectious. The words...well, I'm not really sure what they're trying to say. That's for the best, really. :)
I really need to go dancing. My lovely Buttertart, who is sort of rhythmically challenged (except in bed) promises that he'll go with me. That'll be sweet. I'll be able to bend him over...on the dance floor. :)
Saturday, February 13, 2010
Friday, February 12, 2010
There isn't any need.
I'm mostly just experiencing what comes and thinking about it.
I realized last year when my father died that I actually didn't have any (close) flesh friends. Sure I know people but I didn't have any friends who I could see my way clear to asking to drop everything and come see me (in a mess).
I realize that part of the difficulty is that I don't actually share values or compatible ways of being with most of the people I encounter. Values and compatible ways of being are so often used by most people to form the foundation for things like friendship.
I have to admit that I don't try to toe the line or come more into line with popular perspectives and ways of engaging. I'm much more interested in feeling around inside of me and deciding what works best based on what I internally locate. This is a fancy shmancy way of saying that by all accounts I actually don't play well with other "kids".
If I was living in a village...in an actual real time village rather than in a city where people group together in what they call communities and behave like terrified, narrow villagers...
If I was truly living in a village I probably would be the shunned or scorned woman living a ways off, just out of sight. Close but not so close that the villagers would catch her scent and go into anxiety and gather together screaming "witch, bitch, witch" and come burn my house down.
I don't have close friends...especially not close friends who are wimmin of any particular political identification or social location. I don't trust most of them and they, from the looks of it, when I take time to examine their choices and movements, most of them don't trust me, either, don't view me as ally or friend or loved one.
It makes perfect sense. They're right to not trust me. I don't share their values, their ways of moving through the world. their ways of hiding themselves and their agendas in plain sight, their ways of avoiding and denying and pretending and accommodating. I'm not like them. And if I'm not like them it only makes sense that they would utilize various coping mechanisms they were taught by their mothers, their families, their communities and the society as a whole to keep a certain amount of space between me and them. Wouldn't want to be driven over the edge by whatever demons have got me in their grip. Nope. That just wouldn't do.
It's for the best really. No complicated melodramas. No lies. No bits of pertinent information withheld. No simpering smiles covering over the self serving choices they made. No inviting me to help them maintain systems of internalized domination. No socially sanctioned denial.
In my head.
In my body.
In my soul.
Which leads me back to where I started.
I've been going through some changes and moves. I think that at the end of the day what's happening for me will serve me well and contribute to my maturation process.
Right now I'm in a cave, there's a fire and some aromatic herbs burning over the fire creating a slightly hallucinogenic effect which allows me to dream and wander as I dream and cavort as I wander and gather information as I...breathe...exhale...inhale...exhale...
I am questing, asking questions and trying to make peace with the fact that answers seem to be in short supply.
No matter. It's all good. Chit chat soon, okay? Kiss, kiss.
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Haiti: A Creditor, Not a Debtor
Published in The Nation
If we are to believe the G-7 finance ministers, Haiti is on its way to getting something it has deserved for a very long time: full "forgiveness" of its foreign debt. In Port-au-Prince, Haitian economist Camille Chalmers has been watching these developments with cautious optimism. Debt cancellation is a good start, he told Al Jazeera English, but "It's time to go much further. We have to talk about reparations and restitution for the devastating consequences of debt." In this telling, the whole idea that Haiti is a debtor needs to be abandoned. Haiti, he argues, is a creditor—and it is we, in the West, who are deeply in arrears.
Our debt to Haiti stems from four main sources: slavery, the US occupation, dictatorship and climate change. These claims are not fantastical, nor are they merely rhetorical. They rest on multiple violations of legal norms and agreements. Here, far too briefly, are highlights of the Haiti case.
§ The Slavery Debt. When Haitians won their independence from France in 1804, they would have had every right to claim reparations from the powers that had profited from three centuries of stolen labor. France, however, was convinced that it was Haitians who had stolen the property of slave owners by refusing to work for free. So in 1825, with a flotilla of war ships stationed off the Haitian coast threatening to re-enslave the former colony, King Charles X came to collect: 90 million gold francs--ten times Haiti's annual revenue at the time. With no way to refuse, and no way to pay, the young nation was shackled to a debt that would take 122 years to pay off.
In 2003, Haitian President Jean-Bertrand Aristide, facing a crippling economic embargo, announced that Haiti would sue the French government over that long-ago heist. "Our argument," Aristide's former lawyer Ira Kurzban told me, "was that the contract was an invalid agreement because it was based on the threat of re-enslavement at a time when the international community regarded slavery as an evil." The French government was sufficiently concerned that it sent a mediator to Port-au-Prince to keep the case out of court. In the end, however, its problem was eliminated: while trial preparations were under way, Aristide was toppled from power. The lawsuit disappeared, but for many Haitians the reparations claim lives on.
§ The Dictatorship Debt. From 1957 to 1986, Haiti was ruled by the defiantly kleptocratic Duvalier regime. Unlike the French debt, the case against the Duvaliers made it into several courts, which traced Haitian funds to an elaborate network of Swiss bank accounts and lavish properties. In 1988 Kurzban won a landmark suit against Jean-Claude "Baby Doc" Duvalier when a US District Court in Miami found that the deposed ruler had "misappropriated more than $504,000,000 from public monies."
Haitians, of course, are still waiting for their payback--but that was only the beginning of their losses. For more than two decades, the country's creditors insisted that Haitians honor the huge debts incurred by the Duvaliers, estimated at $844 million, much of it owed to institutions like the IMF and the World Bank. In debt service alone, Haitians have paid out tens of millions every year.
Was it legal for foreign lenders to collect on the Duvalier debts when so much of it was never spent in Haiti? Very likely not. As Cephas Lumina, the United Nations Independent Expert on foreign debt, put it to me, "the case of Haiti is one of the best examples of odious debt in the world. On that basis alone the debt should be unconditionally canceled."
But even if Haiti does see full debt cancellation (a big if), that does not extinguish its right to be compensated for illegal debts already collected.
§ The Climate Debt. Championed by several developing countries at the climate summit in Copenhagen, the case for climate debt is straightforward. Wealthy countries that have so spectacularly failed to address the climate crisis they caused owe a debt to the developing countries that have done little to cause the crisis but are disproportionately facing its effects. In short: the polluter pays. Haiti has a particularly compelling claim. Its contribution to climate change has been negligible; Haiti's per capita CO2 emissions are just 1 percent of US emissions. Yet Haiti is among the hardest hit countries—according to one index, only Somalia is more vulnerable to climate change.
Haiti's vulnerability to climate change is not only—or even mostly—because of geography. Yes, it faces increasingly heavy storms. But it is Haiti's weak infrastructure that turns challenges into disasters and disasters into full-fledged catastrophes. The earthquake, though not linked to climate change, is a prime example. And this is where all those illegal debt payments may yet extract their most devastating cost. Each payment to a foreign creditor was money not spent on a road, a school, an electrical line. And that same illegitimate debt empowered the IMF and World Bank to attach onerous conditions to each new loan, requiring Haiti to deregulate its economy and slash its public sector still further. Failure to comply was met with a punishing aid embargo from 2001 to '04, the death knell to Haiti's public sphere.
This history needs to be confronted now, because it threatens to repeat itself. Haiti's creditors are already using the desperate need for earthquake aid to push for a fivefold increase in garment-sector production, some of the most exploitative jobs in the country. Haitians have no status in these talks, because they are regarded as passive recipients of aid, not full and dignified participants in a process of redress and restitution.
A reckoning with the debts the world owes to Haiti would radically change this poisonous dynamic. This is where the real road to repair begins: by recognizing the right of Haitians to reparations.
Tuesday, February 09, 2010
Sunday, February 07, 2010
Saturday, February 06, 2010
Our Poly Life...
Thursday, February 04, 2010
Wednesday, February 03, 2010
now the gawd king for an hour and a day dies for the sins of all the white lefty liberal people who voted him into office.
now he is sacrificed on the altar of their hopes for prosperity and fertility. sacrificed in denial and in rage.
do i feel sorry for him?
his bosses prepped him for this particular outcome, no doubt.
it's just that...well i never agreed to take the fall for anyone's white privileged denial. i never agreed to hang my head low because the obamaramites miscalculated.
but i do have a feeling that it has only begun to get hot up in here for anyone with dark skin who can be used as a proxy punching bag, stand in for the horned god king sacrificial lover of the land.
before everyone was excited about the new young lover soon to be inaugurated god king. they rubbed themselves on black folks all over the world with much orgiastic abandon. i didn't like that any better. i hid and avoided accepting hugs from strangers on the sidewalks of my city. now he's in and he's done exactly what i thought he'd do - diddly. yup. jack squat diddly.
but now i'm worried that some zombied out left over from the "yes we can!" bullshite campaign is gonna open fire on me while i'm walking my kids back from the park or the mall or starbucks or something.
all i have to say is please, people. could'ya try and keep me out of it completely. don't try to french kiss me when he makes you happy. don't try and lynch me when he doesn't. take your projected shite elsewhere and leave me in peace. ;)
other than the copious references to obamarama meant to implicate him in ways that says he is one of the higher ups when he is actually and always has been one of their lackeys - The Blackchurian Candidate - I actually thought this video was worth sharing.
Tuesday, February 02, 2010
"Dollars must come with demands of non-interference in Haiti’s affairs and demands of accountability to charitable organizations"
The United States has succeeded in plunging mainstream disaster “relief” into disrepute.
“No donations to groups like the Red Cross, who sit on millions of dollars but do nothing but hand out blankets and move victims away from their homes in order to convenience the powerful.”
And, especially, no donations to any group associated with George Bush or Bill Clinton.
Freedom Rider: Useless Aid
Margaret Kimberley's Freedom Rider column appears weekly in BAR. Ms. Kimberley lives in New York City, and can be reached via e-Mail at Margaret.Kimberley(at)BlackAgandaReport.com.