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The Life Breakers

ANY QUESTIONS?

ANY QUESTIONS?

We make no comment on (and will not see) the latest attempt to tap into the goldmine of the killing of Osama Bin Laden, as expressed in the movie Zero Dark Thirty. We have spent the past year examining very closely the genesis of “enhanced” interrogation; it is unlikely that Ms. Bigelow and Mr. Boal have conjured anything fresh to add to this enquiry. Nonetheless, we did take note of a script fragment as represented in the trailer, in which one of the characters – a specialist in the application of enhanced techniques – says:

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In her masterful (peerless) examination of the conscience of Franz Stangl, Gitta Sereny dialogues at length with Treblinka survivor Richard Glazer, who tells her:

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Terrence Des Pres further explores this idea in his pioneering study The Survivor, written not long after Sereny’s journey into the darkest corners of the consciousness that sustained Treblinka:

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EMBEDDED WISDOM

EMBEDDED WISDOM

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A TALENT FOR LIFE

A TALENT FOR LIFE

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Torture, particularly the sort of “no touch” torture that has been refined and polished in the course of the past ten years during the so-called war on terror, is designed to mangle and destroy that “bank of knowledge embedded in the body’s cells”. As such, the real function of places like the facility at Guantanamo Bay is to serve as a sort of laboratory for the breaking of life itself – not just individual lives, but the deeper rhythms of biological survival.

Consider the case of Adnan Latif. There is considerable evidence that suggests that Mr.Latif was not a militant fanatic engaged in violent acts but rather an innocent young man suffering from a brain injury suffered in a near fatal car accident, who by sheer bad fortune was opportunistically sold to the Gitmo Life Breaking Lab as a research animal. In the final desperate communication to his lawyers, he writes:

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A POET INSIDE THE LIFE BREAKING LAB

POEMS FROM INSIDE THE LAB

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Mr. Latif intuitively grasps the true meaning of his suffering, that the assault on his own person – through a regime of drugs and humiliating Gitmo Torture Lab protocols and medical “treatments”- was nothing less than an assault on life itself. In the end, his talent for life, so evident in his struggle to recover from his brain injury, was crushed by the life breakers.

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IN THE END


We Are Bradley Manning

What Can You Do?

YEAH BUT WHAT CAN YOU DO ABOUT IT?

In her book Regarding the Pain of Others, Susan Sontag notes that “Compassion is an unstable emotion. It needs to be translated into action, or it withers.”

Bearing witness is not enough. Looking carefully at the shoes of the other is meaningless; one must be willing to actually put them on, to actively identify. Otherwise, the emotion quickly dissolves into apathy and cynicism, which the world already has in abundance.

Such identification then becomes an act of self-discovery, an understanding that the suffering of the other is unified with our own suffering. Compassion is not pity, with suffering held at arm’s length, feeling sorry, but rather an active placement and conjoining of the self with the position and circumstances of the other.

In an excellent interview with Bill Moyers about her Charter for Compassion, well worth watching in its entirety, Karen Armstrong says:

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With this in mind, we are grateful to defense attorney David Coombs for steering us towards a website where individuals perform simple acts of identification and justice regarding the ongoing incarceration of Bradley Manning:

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Attorney Coombs tells us that Mr. Manning looks forward to a day when he might engage in public service:

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We look forward with relish to Bradley Manning winning an election to congress, and then standing, fully clothed, among those who once clamored for his death. In the meantime, we shall try to stand in his shoes.

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Tempered in Hell

LET US WEEP TOGETHER

LET US WEEP TOGETHER

In her book Twelve Steps Towards a Compassionate Life, Karen Armstrong identifies the key historical and philosophical axis that provides the context for her powerful, simple and persuasive thesis:

kaThe reference to Jaspers descends from his often overlooked Way to Wisdom, published in 1951:

axialjaspersWe have enormous respect for Karen Armstrong, not only for her lucid navigations through world religions, but also for her most beautiful idea of all: the Charter for Compassion:

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Such a Charter, intended as a practical guide and inspiration for hundreds of independent initiatives around the world, sounds almost shockingly naive during a time when the axis of compassion seems broken beyond repair. It would be easy to hide out in some darkly poetic obscurantism, or simply withdrawal into radical misanthropy.

Here at DP, as we examine the raw and festering global woundscape, we struggle with both temptations every day. Yet Armstrong’s brilliant Charter, arrived at through extensive interfaith dialogues, offers a different path, one that bypasses both church and state (where cycles of hatred and violence appear to have acquired unstoppable momentum) to appeal directly to individuals and communities.

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In reading the Charter while surrounded (suffocated) by evidence of degradation and atrocity, we are reminded of the stunning passage (often misquoted) from Vassily Grossman’s Life and Fate. Following hundreds of pages that grimly document all the woeful modulations of savagery, he writes:

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We are also reminded of that haunting dialogue between man and boy along Cormac McCarthy’s sunless road:

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OR REFUSE TO OBEY

OR REFUSE TO OBEY


To A Louse

TWEET TWEET

TWEET TWEET TWEET

We do not normally concern ourselves with clownish parodies of wrath, yet for the odious Donald Trump, we must make an exception. It seems that The Donald wishes to fire all of Scotland after the unruly Scots elected Michael Forbes as their “top Scot”, in an annual award sponsored by the distillers of Glenfiddich malt whisky.

Mr. Forbes has become well known in recent years for his refusal to cast his small farm into the black hole of Mr. Trump’s vision of the future – an endless golf course flanked by casinos, jetports and McMansions. Despite Mr. Trump’s furious attempts to defame, intimidate and ridicule, Mr. Forbes would not be shoved off his land.

YOU'VE BEEN TRUMPED

YOU’VE BEEN TRUMPED

William Grant & Sons, the parent company for Glenfiddich, released the following statement clarifying the process of selection (DP editorial emphasis added):

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To which the infinitely vain Mr. Trump tweeted, via that medium which so perfectly fits his temperament:

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Yes, Mr. Trump, Michael Forbes has indeed been a louse in your bonnet, and we thus offer you Robert Burns’ famous ode to said lowly beast, read by a DP Kindred Spirit:

O FOR SOME RANK, MERCURIAL ROZET

O FOR SOME RANK, MERCURIAL ROZET

In an interview published on the “Green” blog of the New York Times this past August , Anthony Baxter, the director of the film You’ve been Trumped, made the following assessment of the story as it continues to unfold:

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THIS IS NOT TEE TIME

NOT THEIR CUPPA TEE

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THE CORE SEMIOTIC

THE CORE SEMIOTIC

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We favor the western island malts here at DP, yet we shall crack a bottle of Glenfiddich and drink a few toasts to Top Scot Mr. Forbes, and to all those who stubbornly stand their ground in the face of vanity. As for Pennywise Trump, he would do well to meditate upon another poem:

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EIGHTEENTH HOLE PAR 5

EIGHTEENTH HOLE PAR 5


The Past is a Predator

In Argentina, survivors of the “Dirty War” are providing testimony on crimes committed between 1976 and 1983, many of them taking place at the dark epicenter of state terror, the Naval School of Mechanics. An estimated five thousand citizens were sent to the school for “processing”; very few survived the ordeal. Many were dropped from airplanes into the Pacific Ocean.

SCHOOL FOR THE DISAPPEARED

Nine death flight pilots are among the defendants, as is the notorious former intelligence officer and brutal kidnapper Alfredo Astiz, also known as El Ángel Rubio de la Muerte, or the Blond Angel of Death. In this context, it may be useful to recall an interview given by Mr. Astiz in 1998, first published in Tres Puntos; sub-headings and photos added by DP.

NEVER ASK A MILITARY MAN

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NO REGRETS

OLD ARGENTINE PROVERB: THE PAST IS A PREDATOR


Dangerous Bones

THIS IS NOT A CHRISTO PROJECT

We note the recent exhumation of the remains of Yassar Arafat, inside the mausoleum at Ramallah. Three separate teams of scientists will now test the remains for traces of  plutonium-210 and other lethal substances. Plutonium-210 has already been detected on Arafat’s clothing, keffiyeh and toothbrush.

Last week, a series of declassified emails disclosed details of the treatment of another (and historically related) dangerous body, that of Osama Bin Laden. In these messages, the body is referred to as “the package”, and is reported as being delivered to the deck of the USS Carl Vinson by “Fedex”.

Carl Vinson served as a congressman for over fifty years. He is known as “the father of the two ocean navy”; Vinson was also a staunch segregationist. He is buried at Memorial Hill Cemetery in Milledgeville, Georgia. As far as we know, his remains have never been exhumed nor tampered with in any way.

FEDEX ROUTE

According to one email sent by Rear Admiral Charles Gaouette:

“Traditional procedures for Islamic burial was {sic} followed. The deceased’s body was washed (ablution) then placed in a white sheet. The body was placed in a weighted bag. A military officer read prepared religious remarks, which were translated into Arabic by a native speaker. After the words were complete, the body was placed on a prepared flat board, tipped up, whereupon the deceased’s body slid into the sea.”

There were no witnesses among the sailors on board, and no permanent record of the event was recorded. Again in the words of Admiral Gaouette, “The paucity of documentary evidence in our possession is a reflection of the emphasis placed on operational security during the execution of this phase of the operation.” We note that burial at sea without independent verification was planned from the beginning as an integral part of Bin Laden’s obliteration; there must be no possible shrine for future pilgrimages.

As has been amply discussed elsewhere, the code name for “the package” prior to its ultimate delivery had been “Geronimo”, a name taken from a dangerous body from another century. The Chiricahua Apache known as Geronimo was not executed, but captured alive and relocated, first to Florida and then to Fort Sill, Oklahoma.

In 1905, hoping to persuade the newly-elected Theodore Roosevelt to grant him the right to die – peacefully – in his own homeland, Geronimo agreed to participate in the inaugural parade, together with other displaced chiefs. When asked why he permitted a savage like Geronimo to participate in the presidential pomp, Roosevelt responded ““I wanted to give the people a good show.”

THE VANQUISHED ON PARADE

Yet there was also a second motivation. In the above photograph, the chiefs appear to be “leading” rank after rank of uniformed cadets from the Indian Industrial School in Carlisle, Pennsylvania. Such schools were intended to rebirth indian children into white european culture: kill the indian, save the man. Pedagogical features included rape and other forms of abuse and exploitation.

Though his grave at Fort Sill is well marked, the precise disposition of Geronimo’s physical remains continues to generate controversy, above all given the presence of Prescott Bush within the narrative.

MORE STONES THAN BONES?

Finally, we have recently finished the extraordinary book by Thomas Powers, The Killing of Crazy Horse. Powers brilliantly reconstructs the murderous circumstances of Crazy Horse’s death, and the exact location where he was killed, yet we know next to nothing about what became of his bones.

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The last stanza of a poem by Lucille Clifton reads:

 

Update, November 7, 2013: The dangerous bones of Yassar Arafat appear to confirm that he was murdered. 


The Sun Dancer

On this day of Thanksgiving, when we supposedly commemorate the Pilgrim’s first successful harvest, we are moved to consider the story of Leonard Peltier, now in his 37th year of incarceration after two FBI agents were killed on the Pine Ridge Reservation in circumstances that remain obscured by flawed and incomplete investigations.

Federal prosecutors in South Dakota have recently initiated a fresh examination of numerous unsolved murder cases at Pine Ridge in the months and years surrounding the siege of Wounded Knee in 1975. Meanwhile Mr. Peltier, now 68 years old, continues to suffer harsh and abusive treatment while in prison, including long periods of solitary confinement.

TIME IS A CANNIBAL

Peltier’s story touches on several DP themes:

∆     History is a struggle over which bodies are able to retain freedom and fluidity of movement; and which must be subjugated, restrained and immobilized

∆     History is also a struggle over whose story gets to be told; and the competing stories that must be silenced, marginalized or suppressed.

∆     Torture and incarceration are not only punishments and acts of retribution; they are also teachings — a pedagogy intended to keep the immobilized and silenced forever thus. 

∆     The lethal Spirit of Deerslayer is the defining figure within our shining City on a Hill; the Spirit of Crazy Horse offers an antithesis.

∆     Zones of extreme privilege are only sustained through the creation of commensurate sacrifice zones, like Pine Ridge Reservation. 

Below, we assemble a montage of excerpts from Peltier’s extraordinary book, My Life is My Sun Dance, together with art work created while in prison:


Transparent and Obscure

i’VE SEEN A DYING EYE

From the first chapter of Emerson’s Nature, we track the Transparent Eye-ball, a track that begins in daily intercourse with heaven and earth.

Sun and season conduct the tempers of the mind; wild delight set against impertinent grief.

Time now to cross the bare ground, better to convey the electricity of Emerson’s synaptic jumps in perfect exhilaration:

CROSSING THE BARE COMMON

Melville would later take the electrified optics of the transparent eye-ball to sea, lodged inside the head of Ahab, eventually to intercourse with The Candles:

ACHING EYEBALLS

When the lightning comes, Ahab leaves the common ground to become the pure spirit of oblivion, currents of the Universal Being coursing through his broken body:

The aching eyeballs fuse with some unsuffusing thing  :

INCOMMUNICABLE RIDDLES

SKY-LICKING PLATFORM

In his blistering critique of human solipsism Straw Dogs, John Gray writes:

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Gray quotes Fernando Pessoa, from The Keeper of Flocks:

Of course, Emerson is no stranger to the mystical woods:

COLORS OF THE SPIRIT

Yet Emerson also understands the projections of the Solipsist. The eye cannot escape its I, just as Nature has no within.

And finally, eight lucid lines from the unblinking I of Emily Dickinson, in search of something, as it seemed:


Names, Places and Moral Things

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How does one reconcile the execution of individuals placed on a secret “kill list” with a national foundational narrative based in the rule of law?

Answer: Black it out. If the obliterated are nameless ciphers from nowhere, then they have no defined existential standing. That makes their outlaw execution a mere technical problem, easily solved by operators stroking keyboards, safely insulated from the imminent carnage.

In the below video, Medea Benjamin of Code Pink disrupts a proclamation by the principle architect of drone assassinations, John Brennan. As Ms. Benjamin gives voice to the names of killed civilians and their families, a large male officer in a “police” vest, wearing the latex gloves that would appear to signify that dissent is now classified as contamination, carries her out of sight while she affirms her love for both country and constitution. Before the door slams shut, she manages to deliver one last sentence to the dronemaster : Shame on you!

The spirit of tyranny thrives in darkness and secrecy: black sites, silence, rendition, redaction and anonymity. Hence the significance of dronestagram, a project initiated by writer James Bridle that synthesizes Google map images with the extensive data base of drone strikes compiled by the Bureau of Investigative Journalism.

By erasing names on kill lists and obliterating the built reality of specific places that are attached to the names, drones are essentially a weapon of disappearance. The idea of “disappearing” political opposition developed in the course of the Argentine Dirty War; the mothers of the disappeared refused to accept erasure and oblivion, and testified to the humanity of their sons and daughters in the Plaza de Mayo. In time, the architects of disappearance received a degree of justice, themselves named as war criminals. Will the architects of drone assassination eventually meet with a similar fate?

EVERY VICTIM HAS A MOTHER            AND A NAME

In a past DP post, we discussed certain philosophical weakness in the arguments of Bradley Strawser, who has since clarified his views in the pages of the Guardian:

We are grateful for Mr. Strawser’s clarification, and we certainly agree that the primary discussion must be whether or not the mission is just, a discussion yet to be convened in any public forum. Why is this? Who benefits from this silence?

Mr. Strawser refers to Augustine, who also wrote  (DP editorial emphasis added): “The natural order, which is suited to the peace of moral things, requires that the authority and deliberation for undertaking war be under the control of a leader.

For Augustine, the leader was God’s divine representative, as embodied by the Emperor; in a constitutional republic, the appropriate body would be the congress of elected representatives. The absence of any such legitimate control thereby violates the peace of moral things, as lethal weapons suddenly descend from the heavens, to shatter lives and livelihoods.

Finally, we note that Mr. Bridle’s brave and timely dronestagrams would not be possible without the valuable research performed by the Bureau of Investigative Journalism, linked below: