The heartbreaking discovery of over 70 decomposing bodies in a truck parked on an Austrian highway, and the drowning of some 200 people in the Mediterranean, did what few refugee crisis news had been able to do in a long while: shock the world.
Whether it’ll be enough to sustain the momentum for a much needed redress of the biggest wave of the expatriated since WWII remains to be seen. But it does force a critical meditation on so-called globalization ideals of unifying peoples and nations.
The only difference about the dead on the road from the Austrian-Hungarian border is the route their brutal smugglers had taken from presumably war-torn Syria. Determining that is now a priority, along with ID-ing the victims, and a few expected arrests.
There was no novelty in the sinking of yet another crowded boat loaded with Libyans trying to reach Western Europe: even modest estimates place at 3000 the number of deaths at sea of would be migrants and war refugees in recent years. If it hadn’t coincided with the grim truck discovery, it’s doubtful that so many officials would be even talking about a refugee crisis today.
Such mix of fatalism and indifference hasn’t been a monopoly of government officials, though. Our bipolar, short span attention-driven news cycle rarely allows for more than a few days for any issue to remain top news for long, and often, when they do, the repetitive focus is on the more superficial, sound-bite friendly aspects of the theme. Adjectives, not nouns, have thus prevailed.
This being already the second week, expect some cooling of the coverage, along grandstanding by officials of the European Union – which remains lacking any comprehensive plan to address the massive migration movements that have afflicted the continent in the past decade – and members of richer Euro-zone nations, who have no intention of changing their border policies.
For, if we must be fair, plenty of predictable warnings and proposed solutions, even if short sighted and hardly practical, have been issued and discussed within the context of the U.N. throughout the years. Their lack of resonance, and effective power, though are only another consequence of efforts by those same rich nations, including the U.S., to undermine the U.N.’s mandate.
Also, it’s hard to time frame the refugee issue just as it is to contextualize it without starting an empty blame-attribution game, that would necessarily leave off crucial elements that characterize and define the geopolitics of our time. Not even the causes can be easily pigeonholed into a neat set of bullet points. Just see how easily even professional politicians get entangled explaining it.
Which doesn’t mean that anyone with a reasonable grasp on reality couldn’t nail it in a few strokes. Because, unlike politicians, regular people don’t need to constrain themselves to Continue reading →
Katrina or When Climate Change Collided Against the Racial Divide
They called for help but it never came. As the nation witnessed entire counties drown on TV, the president refused to cut down his vacations. The storm turned the Big Easy into one of the hardest places on Earth to survive. And a compromised recovery would be short and flawed and unequal. They promised to rebuild but more than lives, personal belongings, and memorabilia got lost in the flood. Gone was also both New Orleans’ patina of a supposedly racial democracy, and yet another national lame excuse to deny climate change.
As it goes, both were currency during the Bush administration in the immediate post 9/11 era, when his government acquired immense powers to avenge, in a phony cowboy way, the open wounds of American society. Katrina, thus, was far from a ‘natural’ disaster.
The government that sent to the U.N. an honored but misguided black Secretary of State, to justify the Iraq invasion with manufactured evidence, had also promoted an energy policy based on fossil fuels that’s now directly linked to the climate deterioration of the planet.
A policy that, while lining government officials’ pockets, from the VIP down to close allies in the industry and oil-producing countries, has been instrumental for an explosive growth in the destructive power of storms such as Karina, and the wild fires now raging in the West Coast. WHY THEY WERE LEFT BEHIND
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As war serves its grievous menu, new heartbreaking news streams never cease to pop up. Although it’s supposed to be waged by the willing and the well trained, we all know who ultimately pays for any military adventure: innocent civilians, reporters, history itself.
Add to this list too interpreters who risk their lives in the front lines. Liaisons for and between combating forces, they’re often killed for either facilitating communication or for helping turning it into a weapon cocked at them. In either case, most die ignored by both sides.
Stories of translators being denied visa to countries for which they’ve served, frequently against their own family and country, abound, and having helped a departing occupying force is a fatal skill, most likely rewarded with death by those who have been fighting them.
But while troops enlisting help of multilingual locals is probably as old as warfare itself, contemporary notions of conflict globalization and the state of permanent war have increased, even if far from overexposing, this reality. Linguistic skills can often get you killed.
Much of the tactics adopted by rogue armies such as ISIL and others owe to annihilation traditions that date back to pre-Common Era, but going after translators perceived as collaborators is akin to the Khmer Rouge’ s 1970s strategy of targeting college-educated civilians.
Behind such barbaric approach to power, of course, is the fear that people with academic credentials, or who speak the ‘language of the enemy,’ somehow also share its values, and are fair game, after serving their purpose. Education is always a foe for warmongers.
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Commuting freezes time the same way traveling can extend it. But while the starring at fast moving surroundings can hold the anticipation of wherever one’s about to get to, destination is not really the point of commuting, just getting there and coming back. So you update your reading, or most likely fall asleep. Traveling short distances repeatedly has a numbing effect on the mind. But whether time’s wasted, or enhanced, commuting may offer you a whole lot of things but won’t give you the option to abbreviate it.
It’s a way of cutting through a million life stories happening outside your window, that you can’t or won’t care to attend, either because most last just a few seconds, or are simply not that interesting. Commuting is a lesson on indifference about the world around us.
Yet, a lot of us spend an obscene amount of time committed to it, squeezed into it, indifferent to it, day in, day out, going back and forth, in a Sisyphean task we come back to repeat as often as required, till that blissful day we’ll simply stop doing it. Oh, what a joy that’ll be.
Being on a set schedule also breeds an odd wish from deep inside that still sleepy mind of yours: that nothing ever happens to it. You’d rather not talk, hate if someone sits close and, knock on wood, dread the possibility a maniac lurks on the loose, or a faulty track lays ahead.
So you move to this secret limbo, the kind that combines the alertness of a ninja with the moroseness of an angry monk, ready to spring into (more) _______ Read Also: * Butt Tally * Skimmed Vacations * Street Smarts Continue reading →
The historic, but decades behind, raising of the American flag in Havana was not the only Latin American news dominating the week. Thousands in the streets of Brazil and a U.S. presidential candidate’s absurd musings about Mexico have also shared the headlines.
Not that the world would take more than a second to savor news in español or português, before going back to its steady diet of carnage, hatred, and dispossession we’re all so numb about. But suddenly the ‘other’ Americas jumped to relevance even if for a day.
Cuba has been a 5-decade mistake that even the most humble act of diplomacy would have fixed, and decoupled from the Cold War’s menu of terrors. Instead, successive administrations have promoted to this impossibly attainable apex of ill-intent against the U.S.
But even before the fall of its dangerous backer, the Soviet Union, Cuba had already come into its own precarious way by managing sparse resources, and according to Miami Cubans, oppressive regime into a workable, and surprising effective, semi-socialism.
Never the utopia 1960s idealists would attribute to it, Cuba under Fidel Castro was nevertheless capable of forging a political identity that, unlike most dictatorships, did not completely brain-washed its citizens. While many expected it to export its brand of authoritarian rule to neighbors, it became instead known for offering first-class, highly-trained doctors and healthcare personnel to nations in crisis.
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Charles Bukowski would’ve been 95 today. But it’s doubtful he’d have like it. In fact, the writer who reluctantly embodied the outsider, hardly ever noticed by the literati world, spent his life as if he didn’t give a damn about much. But he actually did. ‘I have met more men in jail with style than men out of jail,’ wrote the on and off postal worker and regular menial job specialist, who had bouts with the FBI and the draft board, and developed a not quite accurate reputation as a drinker. Heinrich Karl, who was born in Germany and moved to the U.S. in 1923, could’ve fooled anyone as just another destitute drunk, who didn’t belong anywhere or cared about having a career. On the outside, he seemed content with a bottle of cheap wine and a whore or two.
But despite his epitaph – Don’t Try, in a reference to advice he once gave to young writers – and fortunately to us, he did care enough to create a vigorous body of work, existential, visceral and deeply American, just as one of his heroes Henry Miller had done.
50 years ago this Aug. 22, Miller wrote Bukowski, ‘I hope you’re not drinking yourself to death,’ echoing concerns shared by his handful of friends and former lovers. He needn’t to worry that much: Bukowski died of Leukemia in 1994. He’d been sober for several years.
But there’s no misreading about his characters, a sore collection of cynical barflies, dirty hotel room dwellers, despised by anyone who loved them. Consumed by self-loath, they longed for (more) _______ Read Also: * Medieval Crafts
A Speech Gun, a Phone Tattoo, the Book Machine & a Laser Ray
Ever want to mute the lout screaming on his cellphone in a crowded train? We can help you. Want to be on call, hate BlueTooth and need your free hands? Let us get back to you. Got fed up with publishers’ rejection to your great American novel? Do we have a machine for you. And if all else fails, and something needs to be done about those killer drones, meet the drone-slaying laser ray. And you thought that it’d take at least a few years for this kind of news to be reported. But as that sage used to say, the future ain’t what it used to be. These gadgets are hardly breakthroughs and, in a few years, what’s most likely to happen is that you’ll be reading this as if it’d been written circa 1980s, which is when the technology that made them possible was developed.
There’s no way of knowing which of these will find its way into widespread use within a few years, or even whether any of them will even resemble, in appearance and purpose, to what they are now. Inventions have a way to evolve into many different things before (more) _______ Read Also: * Alt-Pace Makers * Secret, Agent, Mad * Made Up