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Notes and tidbits on FB and Twitter. Part 70

Les coloniaux blancs ont progresses sur le pillage et la violence systematiques
Le martyr ne meurt pas pour qu’on se rappelled de lui un jour de paroisse. Il faisait son devoir, conscient de ces limitations et la grandeur de son âme.
Le dialogue de la culture de la courtoisie et de l’échange:  le racist ne peut créer et ne peut s’exprimer librement
Les travailleurs de l’industrie devient une industrie qui tournera á la bureaucratie. Il adviendra que l’Etat réglera tout
“Je me suis demandé qui remplirait le vide intellectual après la mort de James Baldwin…” Toni Morrison
“Je voudrais mon fils que tu sois un citoyen de ce monde beau et terrible. Un citoyen conscient que la destruction du corps noir (USA) est une tradition- un heritage” Ta-Nehisi Coates
Dans l’esprit de la majorité, reconnaitre l’apport des Noirs et des minorites  á la construction de la nation Francaise serait amoindrire la grandeur d’une nation qui pense se suffire á elle-même.
“Les racines du ciel” by Romain Gary. Tout a été dit et redit, il y a plus de 50 ans . Sur la conservation de la nature et la faune
L’opinion publique est un juge absolu: tous les pouvoirs lui sont subordonnés. Sauf quand l’executive décide d’aller en guerre
La déportation des Amerindiens, le Passage du milieu, la Piste des Larmes…sont pour les American Blancs de simple catastrophes naturelles qu’il falait remédier. Une entreprise criminelle de domination et d’expansion.
Every people need to enjoy the opportunity of acquiring the conscience that life is to be cherished. Most basic right, even to animals.
N’ importe quel gars qui a connu la faim, la peur, le travail force’, commence á comprendre que la protection de la nature le vise directement
La condition humaine en ce moment peut déja observer que tous les peuples sont des salots
 
Lorsequ’on dit que “tous les peuples des nations que nous n’aimons pas se sont pas tous “comme ca”, on ne trouve que des individus d’exception et si rares, des Schweitzer, Bach, Einstein…
Putin confided that the military secrets transmitted to the Soviet Union were done by the experts who believed that peace cannot be obtained but in equilibrium of forces in weapons of mass destruction
Les Européens apportent tous leurs manger (Idées préconsues) quand ils débarquent en Afrique
Les Americains croient en la réalité de la “race”. La race devient l’enfant innocent de mére Nature. Une affaire de hiérarchie
Il n’y aurait pas d’industrie de mass sans immigrants, et ceux des autres états plus pauvre et surtout des provinces pauvres d’une nation. Les gouvernements le savent et ne font pas grand chose avant que la rebellion n’éclate
Essayez d’expliquer au gouvernment á Paris que si les tribus Oulés (au Tchad) bougent en cette saison, c’est pas en quête d’indépendance, mais pour cueillir les couilles des élephants pour l’ initiation des jeunes males
La liberté et l’homme deviennent encombrant á la longue: ce n’est pas la peine de defender des gens et les animaux séparément. S’attaquer au fond du problem, la protection de la nature.
Je résistais: je savais que dés que je sortais son sex, il m’oublierait et cesserait de me toucher
Macron ne vaut rien en politique étrangére, surtout en ce qui concerne Syrie et Liban. Il est contre la capture de l’armée Libanaise des terroristes dans les camps de réfugiés au Liban et supporte les mensonge de Trump en Syrie. Ce Zionist endurcie va faire beaucoup de mal au proche orient.
La défaite morale de ce qu’Israel est devenu est primordial á une paix durable. USA et l’Europe savent qu’ils sont lies á cette morale d’apartheid et de violence qu’ils ont acquis durant des siécle de colonialism
En tout cas, Israel conclut des accords, sachant qu’ils seront rompus le moment venu
 
Ce sont des gens qui n’en ont pas assez bavé, qui ne peuvent pas comprendre
If you practice to replace the ums with total silence, until you form a plausible expression, you are on your way to nail down oratory skills
The Israeli military industrial complex is part of the world conglomerate meant to keep sustained civil wars and pre-emptive wars for lush and brisk business. They are based on fear for divisive tendencies built on blood and frustration.
I often hear that clergies know what they are doing: They are highly educated and intelligent. Sure, and hypocrisy is one of the highest forms of clever intelligence.
Une theorie métaphysique dit: “La guerre est une condition sociale. Sans la guerre, la race humaine retrograde á l’inconscience  et á l’hébetude… Il faut que beaucoup de sang coule pour apaiser les coléres et ramener les gens á leur froideur ordinaire” Ce concept prévalait en Allemagne avant WWI et le Nazism en abusa pleinement.
USA admitted that current Arab Gulf problems are essentially family matters: related to the Saudi branch of Bin Salman?
Il avait une âme d’educateur moraliste: il aimait que la futilité et l’insignifiance des pretentions humaines furent bien comprise et assimilés

Storytellers need to humanize life: Has Barak Obama stopped reading good fables?

On Obama and literature.  And on why so many with a tad of conscience are bothered by Obama’s presidency:

What makes certain Somali, Pakistani, Yemeni, and American people of so little account? Why that even after killing them, the United States disavows all knowledge of their deaths? How much furious despair is generated from so much collateral damage?”

Teju Cole posted this Feb. 11, 2013 in The New Yorker “On Reader’s War”

“Thanks to literature, to the consciousness it shapes, the desires and longings it inspires…civilization is now less cruel than when storytellers began to humanize life with their fables.” Mario Vargas Llosa

This defense by Vargas Llosa as he received the Nobel Prize in Literature two years ago, could have come from any other writer.

Fact is, cliché originates in some truth.

Vargas Llosa reiterated the point: “Without fictions, we would be less aware of the importance of freedom for life to be livable, the hell it turns into when it is trampled underfoot by a tyrant, an ideology, or a religion.”

Toni Morrison, in her Nobel lecture in 1993, said, “We die. That may be the meaning of life. But we do language. That may be the measure of our lives.” This sense of literature’s fortifying and essential quality has been evoked by cou

When Marilynne Robinson described fiction as “an exercise in the capacity for imaginative love, or sympathy, or identification” she was stating something almost everyone would agree with.

We praise literature in self-evident terms: it is better to read than not to read, for reading civilizes us, makes us less cruel, and brings the imaginations of others into ours and vice versa.

We persist in this belief regardless of what we know to the contrary: that the Nazis’ affection for high culture did not prevent their crimes.

There was a feeling during the years of George W. Bush’s Presidency that his gracelessness as well as his appetite for war were linked to his impatience with complexity. He acted “from the gut,” and was economical with the truth until it disappeared.

Under Bush Jr. command, the United States launched a needless and unjust war in Iraq that resulted in terrible loss of life; at the same time, an unknown number of people were confined in secret prisons and tortured.

That Bush was anti-intellectual, and often guilty of malapropisms and mispronunciations (“nucular”), formed part of the liberal aversion to him: he didn’t know much much about the wider world, and did not much care to learn.

His successor couldn’t have been more different.

Barack Obama is an elegant and literate man with a cosmopolitan sense of the world. He is widely read in philosophy, literature, and history—as befits a former law professor—and he has shown time and again a surprising interest in contemporary fiction.

The books a President buys might be as influenced by political calculation as his “enjoyment” of lunch at a small town diner or a round of skeet shooting. Nevertheless, a man who names among his favorite books Morrison’s “Song of Solomon,” Robinson’s “Gilead,” and Melville’s “Moby Dick” is playing the game pretty seriously.

Obama own feel for language in his two books, his praise for authors as various as Philip Roth and Ward Just, as well as the circumstantial evidence of the books he’s been seen holding (the “Collected Poems” of Derek W Walcott, most strikingly), add up to a picture of a man for whom an imaginative engagement with literature is inseparable from life.

It thrilled me, when Obama was elected, to think of the President’s nightstand looking rather similar to mine. We had, once again, a reader in chief, a man in the line of Jefferson and Lincoln.

Any President’s gravest responsibilities are defending the Constitution and keeping the country safe.

President Obama recognized that the image of the United States had been marred by the policies of the Bush years. By drawing down the troops in Iraq, banning torture, and directly and respectfully addressing the countries of Europe and the Middle East, Obama signaled that those of us on the left had not hoped in vain for change.

When, in 2009, Obama was awarded the Nobel Peace Prize, we noted the absurdity of such premature plaudits, but also saw the occasion as encouragement for the difficult work to come. From the optimistic perspective of those early days, Obama’s foreign policy has lurched from disappointing to disastrous.

Iraq endures a shaky peace and Afghanistan remains a mire, but these situations might have been the same regardless of who was President. More troubling has been his conduct in the other arenas of the Global War on Terror.

The United States is now at war in all but name in Pakistan, Somalia, and Yemen. In pursuit of Al Qaeda, their allies, and a number of barely related militias, the President and his national-security team now make extraordinarily frequent use of assassinations.

The White House, the C.I.A., and the Joint Special Operations Command have so far killed large numbers of people. Because of the secret nature of the strikes, the precise number is unknown, but estimates range from a several hundred to over three thousand. These killings have happened without any attempt to arrest or detain their targets, and beyond the reach of any legal oversight.

Many of the dead are women and children.

Among the men, it is impossible to say how many are terrorists, how many are militants, and how many are simply, to use the administration’s obscene designation, “young men of military age.” The dependence on unmanned aerial vehicles—also called drones—for these killings, which began in 2002 and have increased under the Obama Administration, is finally coming to wider attention.

We now have firsthand testimony from the pilots who remotely operate the drones, many of whom have suffered post-traumatic stress reactions to the work. There is also the testimony of the survivors of drone attacks: heartbreaking stories of mistaken identity, grisly tales of sudden death from a machine in the sky.

In one such story reported by The New YorkTimes, the relatives of a pair of dead cousins said, “We found eyes, but there were no faces left.” The recently leaked Department of Justice white paper indicating guidelines for the President’s assassination of his fellow Americans has shone a spotlight on these “dirty wars” (as the journalist Jeremy Scahill rightly calls them in his documentary film and book of the same title). The plain fact is that our leaders have been killing at will.

How on earth did this happen to the reader in chief?

What became of literature’s vaunted power to inspire empathy?

Why was the candidate Obama, in word and in deed, so radically different from the President he became?

In Andrei Tarkovsky’s eerie 1979 masterpiece, “Stalker,” the landscape called the Zona has the power to grant people’s deepest wishes, but it can also derange those who traverse it. I wonder if the Presidency is like that: a psychoactive landscape that can madden whomever walks into it, be he inarticulate and incurious, or literary and cosmopolitan.

According to a report in the New York Times, the targets of drone strikes are selected for death at weekly meetings in the White House; no name is added to the list without the President’s approval.

Where land mines are indiscrimate, cheap, and brutal, drones are discriminate, expensi expensive, and brutal. And yet they are insufficiently discriminate: the assassination of the Taliban chief Baitullah Mehsud in Pakistan in 2009 succeeded only on the seventeenth attempt.

The sixteen near misses of the preceding year killed between 280 and 410  other people. Literature fails us here.

What makes certain Somali, Pakistani, Yemeni, and American people of so little account that even after killing them, the United States disavows all knowledge of their deaths? How much furious despair is generated from so much collateral damage?

Of late, riding the subway in Brooklyn, I have been having a waking dream, or rather a daytime nightmare, in which the subway car ahead of mine explodes. My fellow riders and I look at one another, then look again at the burning car ahead, certain of our deaths. The fire comes closer, and what I feel is bitterness and sorrow that it’s all ending so soon: no more books, no more love, no more jokes, no more Schubert, no more Black Star.

All this spins through my mind on tranquil mornings as the D train trundles between 36th Street and Atlantic Avenue and bored commuters check their phones. They just want to get to work. I sit rigid in my seat, thinking, I don’t want to die, not here, not yet.

I imagine those in northwest Pakistan or just outside Sana’a who go about their day thinking the same. The difference for some of them is that the plane is already hovering in the air, ready to strike.

I know language is unreliable, that it is not a vending machine of the desires, but the law seems to be getting us nowhere.

And so I take helpless refuge in literature again, rewriting the opening lines of 7 well-known books:

Mrs. Dalloway said she would buy the flowers herself. Pity. A signature strike leveled the florist’s.

Call me Ishmael. I was a young man of military age. I was immolated at my wedding. My parents are inconsolable.

Stately, plump Buck Mulligan came from the stairhead bearing a bowl of lather. A bomb whistled in. Blood on the walls. Fire from heaven.

I am an invisible man. My name is unknown. My loves are a mystery. But an unmanned aerial vehicle from a secret location has come for me.

Someone must have slandered Josef K., for one morning, without having done anything truly wrong, he was killed by a Predator drone.

Okonkwo was well known throughout the nine villages and even beyond. His torso was found, not his head.

Mother died today. The program saves American lives.

I was in New York City on 9/11. Grief remains from that awful day, but not only grief. There is fear, too, a fear informed by the knowledge that whatever my worst nightmare is, there is someone out there embittered enough to carry it out. I know that something has to be done to secure the airports, waterways, infrastructure, and embassies of our country.

I don’t like war; no one does. But I also know that the world is exceedingly complex, and that our enemies are not all imaginary. I am not naïve about the incessant and unseen (by most of us) military activity that undergirds our ability to read, go to concerts, earn a living, and criticize the government in relative safety. I am grateful to those whose bravery keeps us safe.

This ominous, discomfiting, illegal, and immoral use of weaponized drones against defenseless strangers is done for our sakes. But more and more we are seeing a gap between the intention behind the President’s clandestine brand of justice and the real-world effect of those killings.

Martin Luther King, Jr.’s words against the Vietnam War in 1967 remain resonant today: “What do they think as we test our latest weapons on them?” We do know what they think: many of them have the normal human reaction to grief and injustice, and some of them take that reaction to a vengeful and murderous extreme.

In the Arabian peninsula, East Africa, and Pakistan, thanks to the policies of Obama and Biden, we are acquiring more of the angriest young enemies money can buy. As a New York Times report put it last year, “Drones have replaced Guantánamo as the recruiting tool of choice for militants.”

Assassinations should never have happened in our name. But now we see that they endanger us physically, endanger our democracy, and endanger our Constitution. I believe that when President Obama personally selects the next name to add to his “kill list,” he does it in the belief that he is protecting the country.

I trust that Obama makes the selections with great seriousness, bringing his rich sense of history, literature, and the lives of others to bear on his decisions. And yet we have been drawn into a war without end, and into cruelties that persist in the psychic atmosphere like ritual pollution.

Teju Cole is a photographer and writer. His novel “Open City” was published last year.


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