Thursday, July 2, 2015

BDS: The "Israel" lobby meets the genie...

By William PLEASANT


The genie is out of the bottle forever...

Today, the Obama regime insisted that it would abide the clause in the Trade Protection Authority act  that effectively shields the zionist regime in Palestine from European Union boycott/sanction measures. But Obama's State Department minions threw in a monkey wrench: They will only enforce the shield clause when European governments target businesses in the pre-1967 borders of Israel, meaning that zionist enterprises residing in the contested West Bank can be attacked without fear of any US retaliation.

The Trade Protection Authority (TPA) is primarily focused on international trade between the U.S. and Europe. The pro-zionist section of the legislation, the U.S.-Israel Trade and Commercial Enhancement Act, bans boycotts and other means of economic warfare against Israel or the “Israeli-controlled territories.” 
The amendment states that its objective is to:

"...[D]iscourage politically motivated actions to boycott, divest from, or sanction Israel by states, non-member states of the United Nations, international organisations, or affiliated agencies of international organisations that are politically motivated and are intended to penalise or otherwise limit commercial relations specifically with Israel or persons doing business in Israel or in Israeli- controlled territories."

Introduced by Rep. Peter Roskam (R-Illinois) with bi-partisan co-sponsorship, the anti-boycott legislation was unanimously adopted into the PTA in April 2015. Obama said today that he will not give backdoor US recognition to the so-called Occupied Territories (“Israeli-controlled territories” ) by providing diplomatic cover through the TPA. Obama essentially nullified the entire pro-Israel amendment. .

In a way, the addition of the anti-BDS (BOYCOTT-DIVEST-SANCTION) clause to the Trade Protection Act (paid for and ramrodded through congress by AIPAC and its assorted camp followers last week) in and of itself was a sign of the success of the global grassroots movement to force the State of Israel to end its occupation of stolen Palestinian lands, end Jim Crow segregation and come to a mutually beneficial peace arrangement with the Indigenous Palestinian Peoples--the political anathemas of zionist settler colonialism in Palestine.


There are two reasons why this is the case: 


1.


It acknowledges that not only is BDS putting a boot to the zionist economy, but it threatens to do even greater terminal damage. The zionists know that except for the EU market, they have no significant buyers for their agricultural goods and non-military technologies and products. In a like manner, they understand that their US-sponsored arms industry is highly vulnerable to grassroots political attack in Europe and the US. Moreover, their Third World patrons really don't have the funds to even buy US-subsidized weapons at a level that can remotely sustain the "Israeli" death factories. Inclusion of the Anti-BDS clause was actually a desperation move ordered by the Israeli government through its US-deployed agents, designed to sooth the nerves of its hometown constituents in the face of mounting international rejection and isolation. Once again, the bribe-fed US federal legislature was commanded to bark and growl on behalf of the zionist settler state so "Israel" and its US amen corner could rest easy. But maybe the tried and true narcotizing powers of that script have lost their political relevance.

2.

Fact of the matter is that the BDS movement has structurally changed the political landscape of US pro-zionist policies. Obama's apparent revolt against anti-BDS provisions represents a domestic political concession that BDS is unstoppable, just as the South African anti-apartheid divestment and sanction movement quickly became a social snowball.


Obama has signalled his zionist sugar daddies, "Look, boss, you're on your own now..." 

The zionists are absolutely correct in charging that BDS is a strategy for destroying the State of Israel, not just ending West Bank military dictatorship. BDS makes no operative distinction between the occupied territories (BTW: All of Palestine is zionist occupied territory.) and the UN-manufactured 1947 zionist colonial entity. BDS puts the lash to the occupiers and their state apparatus wherever they may reside. 

As constructed, the anti-BDS provisions actually handicap US corporate transaction negotiations with the EU by chaining the US into a role of making concessions to European marketeers for the sole sake of keeping Europeans on the anti-BDS bandwagon. And of course, that will get increasingly difficult to do and more expensive (in respect to US finances and political interests) in the face of grassroots European political rejection of all pro-zionist policies, i.e., the expanding social popularity of BDS. 

In that respect, Obama's side step of the zionist-led anti-BDS campaign is a message from Wall Street to Tel Aviv and the pro-Israel Fifth Column in the US that the game has changed.


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Friday, June 26, 2015

Farrakhan reprise: The Million Chiclets March 2015

By William PLEASANT

Nation of Islam leader Louis Farrakhan said Wednesday (June 24, 2015) he plans to hold a Millions for Justice march in the nation's capital this fall, 20 years after the Million Man March.
During a speech at Metropolitan African Methodist Episcopal Church in downtown Washington, Farrakhan said he intends to hold the rally Oct. 10 on the National Mall, site of the October 15, 1995 rally.
The NOI leader was ostensibly coronated Prince of the Negroes
by the corporate media at the 1995 Million Man March.
"This is the time our people must see our unity," Farrakhan said. "Let's make 10/10/15 a meeting place for those who want justice, for those who know what justice is."
Ousted NAACP executive director Benjamin Chavis, who helped organize the original Million Man March, said he is optimistic that this year's turnout will be "in excess of a million." He said the event's success would be measured more by the political and socio-economical impact it has on communities.
Washington DC 1995: Can bigger mean better in 2015?
In 1995, Louis Farrakhan and his followers managed to stage a monster gathering of Black men on the lawn of the US Capitol. The domestic and international media stood in awe as the religious cult leader urged Black men everywhere to atone for their moral and political failures, and dedicate themselves to an erstwhile revolutionary path to Black Liberation.
In fact, Farrakhan's four-hour sermon on Black sin and Black redemption (atonement) became such a media sensation that even then president Bill Clinton stepped in for a bite. Speaking at the University of Texas-Austin (October 16, 1995), the US president declared, "Well, today's march is also about pride and dignity and respect. But after a generation of deepening social problems that disproportionately impact black Americans, it is also about black men taking renewed responsibility for themselves, their families, and their communities. (Applause.) It's about saying no to crime and drugs and violence. It's about standing up for atonement and reconciliation. It's about insisting that others do the same, and offering to help them. It's about the frank admission that unless black men shoulder their load, no one else can help them or their brothers, their sisters, and their children escape the hard, bleak lives that too many of them still face..." (THE WHITE HOUSE: Office of the Press Secretary, For Immediate Release October 16, 1995)
Pres. Bill Clinton shows what 1 million Black marchers really meant in 1995.
Flushed with media fame and politically endorsed by no less than the leader of the free world, Farrakhan went on a global whirlwind tour as the world's most famous Black non-entertainer. Dictators and presidents from throughout Africa and the Arabs states lined up for a photo-op with the new and improved Shining Black Prince, most notably Nigeria's military strongman Sani Abacha who soon afterwards put the progressive indigenous opposition intellectual Ken Saro Wiwa to the sword. 
Indigenous Nigerian activist/writer Ken Saro Wiwa, murdered by
dictator Sani Abacha on orders from Royal Dutch Shell Oil Co. in 1995.
Likewise, Sudan's Black, arabophilic dictator Omar El-Bashir had only hugs and kisses for the Nation of Islam leader, as he merrily went about conducting  genocidal military campaigns against the Nubian people and various non-Muslim tribes in South Sudan. Farrakhan had tea with the late Libyan leader Colonel Muhammar Khadafi, leading to a false rumor that the ruler of the oil-rich nation was ready, willing and able to lay a wad of cash (some said $1 billion) on Farrakhan and his revolutionary Black atonement movement. This, of course, provoked a stampede of Black businessmen, entertainers and outright grifters who had stood on the sidelines of the Million Man March to join in coronating the New Black Prince, in hope of being first in line when their new-found royal majesty  began to dole out Khadafi's donation money. Needless to say,  Khadafi's check for Farrakhan somehow got lost in the mail.
Omar El Bashir's ethnic cleansing campaigns 
against non-Muslim and blackskin Sudanese killed millions.
Riding Farrakhan's media tidal wave, Bill Clinton at the University of Texas  echoed Farrakhan's sad assessment of Black America. "And blacks are right to think something is terribly wrong when African American men are many times more likely to be victims of homicide than any other group in this country," the president explained. "When there are more African American men in our corrections system than in our colleges; when almost one in three African American men in their 20s are either in jail, on parole or otherwise under the supervision of the criminal justice system -- nearly one in three. And that is a disproportionate percentage in comparison to the percentage of blacks who use drugs in our society."
Clinton went on,"Now, I would like every white person here and in America to take a moment to think how he or she would feel if one in three white men were in similar circumstances. And there is still unacceptable economic disparity between blacks and whites. It is so fashionable to talk today about African Americans as if they have been some sort of protected class. Many whites think blacks are getting more than their fair share in terms of jobs and promotions. That is not true. That is not true. (Applause.)The truth is that African Americans still make on average about 60 percent of what white people do; that more than half of African American children live in poverty. And at the very time our young Americans need access to college more than ever before, black college enrollment is dropping in America."
Was Bill Clinton a closet Fruit of Islam? Not likely. But he and Farrakhan share the same hokey Democratic Party political ideology, dripping with the moralistic and boot-strapping-as-social-progress harangue of the southern Baptist Church. And they both produced the same political/social outcomes for Black people in 2015. You see, Bill Clinton's 1995 description of the Black American horror show has either remained the same or worsened in depth and ferocity since 1995. And now, 20 years later, Louis Farrakhan wishes again to enlist, as Ben Chavis said this week, "in excess of a million" more Blacks behind a patently failed political movement. What is the utility of staging another Million Chiclets March?--Million Chiclets because the 1995 event amounted to little more than an assembly of atomized wads of gum to be politically chewed and spat out by Farrakhan and ultimately the Democratic Party.
Farrakhan's reasons for staging an encore of his hit 1995 performance in Mr. Charlie's backyard are apparent. The sun is setting on Farrakhan (82) and the NOI cult. The cadre of Nation of Islam stalwarts, as well as its sympathizer base, are rapidly aging. Moreover, the NOI has been consistently upstaged in theatrical militance by the New Black Panther Party and other secular formations. In fact, ideologically speaking, the NOI reached its Promised Land with the 2008 election of Barack Obama, ironically the ultimate act of Black-for-Black unity in the history of the United States.
In the April 2015 Baltimore Uprising, many younger protesters 
viewed the NOI as riding shotgun for the police.
Therefore, the central question here is why would Black Americans, after 20 years of further social and political decline, waste one neuron of brain matter considering going down a dead end to but another dead end with Louis Farrakhan and the Nation of Islam?
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Thursday, June 25, 2015

Charleston, white terrorism and the Black Danse Macabre

By Malik Sekou OSEI and William PLEASANT

One of the major social afflictions in American social cultures is its abilities to always jump into the shitty eddy with both feet of a-historicism to explain everything and all truth away under the rubric of personal “Feel Good."


State Senator Clementa Pinckney, assassinated by the SC Republican Party
As usual, we are all treated to the sterile and vulgar flatulence of bloated toads of Black and white liberals attempting to explain white supremacy and its role in the genesis of racial domestic terrorism under the big tent of Kum-Ba-Ya moments. Blacks and whites exchange hugs around the Americana campfire. Meanwhile, we are expected to believe that last Wednesday's act in Charleston, SC was just the tantrum of a troubled individual and not the self-groomed ideologue of Americana. The fact of the matter is that Dylann Roof, the author of the Charleston Massacre, draped in his South African and Rhodesian apartheid regalia, really is as American and contemporary as mom, apple pie and Chevrolet.

After watching events in Ferguson, Staten Island, Baltimore, Los Angeles and a number of other places too numerous to mention, I had an unexpected impulse to speak to the more courageous and focused formations of “Black Lives Matter” and ask them to take their protests to the Black church where the families of the nine victims and their supporters felt compelled to publicly bestow forgiveness and solace to a militant ideologue of white supremacy, namely Dylann Roof. Either the "Black Lives Matter" mantra has yet to seep into the pews of America's Black congregations, or it has done so and the armies of toe-tapping church cultists simply reject it out of hand.

Nine Black people--three men and six women--were gunned down in Charleston. The superficial reason is apparent: Of course, America is terminally socially diseased and more than currently dysfunctional!

While most whites seeks to explain away America's gunslinging, lynch-roping institutionalize racism as a function of individual crazed behavior, of ignorant prejudice that afflicts "unenlightened crackers,” the underlying white mass reflex is to treat white terrorism as a sort of social geek show, an opportunity to turn away in disgust, an occasion to smugly take satisfaction in the fact that it's some other clown and not them who must now dance beneath the moral stagelight.

But, in all of the humming and praying and singing and moaning in the wake of the killings, not once has the Charleston Massacre been portrayed in truth. Indeed, it was a murder that took place in the erstwhile sanctity of a church. Without a doubt, the nine victims were innocent. But the killings did not take place in any church, and the prime target was not just some poor bloak who happened to show up for a Wednesday prayer meeting rather than beam up on the latest TV-borne cultural smack.


FACT 2015: The white supremacist REPUBLICAN PARTY enjoys unchallenged political hegemony in the US.
The alleged lone gunman, Dylann Roof, not only stalked the church but he also chose his target well. You see, there is nothing psychotic about political assassins. And without question, the attack on Emanuel African Methodist Episcopal Church was nothing short of a political rubout for the political benefit of the South Carolina Republican Party and its racist riff-raff base.

Reverend Clementa Pinckney, leader of Mother Emanuel AME Church, ate an assassin's bullet last Wednesday night because he was also a South Carolina State Senator. You see, there are great herds of blowhard Black preachers to cap in Charleston, no less across South Carolina. Dylann Roof could have had a turkey shoot. But no Black preacher in South Carolina wielded the political juice of Clementa Pinckney. He was the most outspoken progressive member of the South Carolina legislature where, despite the state's large Black population, Blacks occupy a handful of seats (22 State Assembly/ 10 State Senate, in atrociously gerrymandered districts). Pinckney served on the Banking and Insurance, Corrections and Penology, Education, Finance and Medical Affairs committees in the South Carolina State Senate. Needless to say, from these powerful positions, he was a dagger to the throat of the racist and reactionary Republican Party, bent on dismembering all social welfare in the state--education and medical affairs--and promoting the business agendas of the rich--banking and insurance and the prison-industrial complex.

Indeed, across the US, Black elected officials have been assassinated by white reactionaries since the end of the Civil War.

Pinckney was the chief sponsor of legislation that created a state-financed child health care system.
  • He attacked the wholesale tax seizure of farm lands, especially Black-owned property.
  • He led the effort to establish public financing of state electoral campaigns.
  • He demanded tighter gun control and background checks for buyers.
  • Pinckney went after the lucrative real estate developer industry along the so-called "Gold Coast" (the Myrtle Beach-Charleston-Hilton Head Island axis) by demanding higher taxation for outrageously under-funded public schools.
  • He demanded that health insurance companies cover the costs of smoking cessation treatment...
Make no mistake, Clementa Pinckney was no V. I. Lenin, but he was a consistent irritant to South Carolina's white supremacist gangster class and leading business interests. Within the backward politics of the ignoramus-ruled, impoverished and racially terrorized state, anybody approaching Pinckney's robust defense of Black people and the poor in general was destined to pay a price. He paid with his life. This carefully avoided perspective actually reduces the current exhibition of national mass grief and political handwringing to a vast circus of insane political denial by Black people and equally galling opportunism by the political/cultural elite.


Karl Marx
"Hegel remarks somewhere that all great world-historic facts and personages appear, so to speak, twice. He forgot to add: the first time as tragedy, the second time as farce..." Marx, 18th Brumaire


Dylann Roof's killing rampage in Charleston was not a "Hate Crime." It was a calculated hit, designed to decapitate the South Carolina Democratic Party Left that overwhelmingly resides among the Black members of the state legislature. It was also intended to send a clear message that future "Pinckneys" can expect a similar fate.

Instead of confronting the bloodthirsty nature of US electoral politics in 2015, we are treated from head to toe with sociological and psychology-tinged excuses for why and how Black Americans, 150 years after the abolition of de jure slavery, find themselves as politically disarmed as the day they walked off the plantations. You see, the issue is not what to do with the trigger man Dylann Roof but how do we address his racist and reactionary political leadership and material enablers. And of course, that calls into question the legitimacy of every US institution, from the two-for-one political party system to the corporate whore mass media to the dog-n-pony show of American religious/ethical centers. The logical conclusion is that they are all ineffectual in providing Black people (and the poor) with even a modicum of political empowerment, i.e., the capacity to execute self-defense against the very material social sectors that thrive on their oppression.

In the wake of the Clementa Pinckney assassination, the most popular excuse for this failure rests upon the sociological observation that Americans of all ethnicities and classes tend to be armed to the teeth. Democratic Party and Republican Party ideologues argue that either there are too many guns in the hands of the population or still too few.

For the Republican side, Charles Cotton, a National Rifle Association board member, wrote the night after the Emanuel AME Church massacre, "Something else to consider: The pastor of this church, who was killed, is a State Legislator in S.C. And he voted against concealed-carry. Eight of his church members who might be alive if he had expressly allowed members to carry handguns in church are dead. Innocent people died because of his position on a political issue."


Victims of the 1963 18th Street Baptist Church bombing.
Well, it appears the assassination would have been prevented if the negroes had properly defended themselves. They ostensibly committed spontaneous and collective suicide through 1.) the inability/unwillingness to shoot back at Dylann Roof in their church and 2.) supporting and following the political leadership of State Senator Clementa Pinckney, who incidentally promoted gun control. For Cotton, the coloreds died for lack of good judgement. The NRA fanatic, of course, avoids the fact that the reason why Dylann Roof went to Mother Emanuel AME Church was because it was a church, a target of vulnerability. It was unarmed. For all of Roof's alleged seething negrophobia, his political mission to rid America of the Black people, he had ample opportunity to kill dozens more Black folks on the street corners of Charleston than at a mid-week Bible study session. There was only one hitch, "the brothas," equally strapped, would have no doubt answered him round for round. Would Cotton explain away the bullet-riddled, white corpse of Dylann Roof in the streets of Black Charleston as a case of death by poor judgement? Not likely.

The flip side to Charles Cotton's racist cretinism, delivered by no less than the President of the United States, was even more appalling. On the morning following the massacre, Barack Obama took to the airwaves to deliver his two cents. Said America's first "Black" president, "We don't have all the facts, but we do know that, once again, innocent people were killed in part because someone who wanted to inflict harm had no trouble getting their hands on a gun. ...And at some point it's going to be important for the American people to come to grips with it, and for us to be able to shift how we think about the issue of gun violence collectively." Obama used the massacre as a platform to reiterate his failed gun control policies, policies that he and everybody else knows have no chance of passing a federal legislature that is openly bribed and intimidated by the NRA. So, an alleged racist lunatic got his hands on some firearms (not unlike the case of most local police officers in the US today). By Obama's measure " innocent people were killed in part" by too ready access to guns. But what was the other part? Obama never said during his remarks to the nation on June 18th.

Could the other part be that one of his own party leaders was targeted for assassination by Obama's political opponents? Could it have been that Clementa Pinckney stood as a lightening rod of Black and progressive opposition to the boastfully reactionary and white supremacist South Carolina Republican Party? Could that microscopic shred of the other part be that the church killing was in the historical tradition of armed repression against Black elected officials in South Carolina? Or more importantly, could that atom-sized other part be Obama's unwillingness and/or inability to employ his authority as president to confront white supremacy in any of its manifestations, including its terroristic spasms? On June 18, President Obama was having none of that other part.

In fact, in his broadcast address, Obama used the term "Black" and "African America" only in describing the origins of Mother Emanuel AME Church, never in description of the victims. (Please refer to the transcript: http://www.wistv.com/story/29353444/transcript-of-president-obamas-remarks-on-charleston-shooting) Likewise, he never used the words white, racist, terrorist/terrorism, lawlessness or assassin at all. But he did make emotional use of Dr. Martin Luther King's remarks on Birmingham's September 1963, 18th Street Baptist Church klan bombing that left four Black teens dead--not because they were Black but because they were in a church, by the way, according to the "Black" president. Obama simply and opportunistically drew the "got-jacked-in-church" parallel. But what was chilling about the president's blatant exploitation of history--in service to his moribund gun control policies, never on behalf of defending Black folks--was that when compared to President John F. Kennedy's response to the 1963 Birmingham bombing, JFK comes off more pro-Black.

Kennedy declared (September 16, 1963), "I KNOW I speak on behalf of all Americans in expressing a deep sense of outrage and grief over the killing of the children yesterday in Birmingham, Alabama. It is regrettable that public disparagement of law and order has encouraged violence which has fallen on the innocent. If these cruel and tragic events can only awaken that city and State--if they can only awaken this entire Nation--to a realization of the folly of racial injustice and hatred and violence, then it is not too late for all concerned to unite in steps toward peaceful progress before more lives are lost."

Here JFK clearly identifies political incitement and racist terrorism as the cause of the killings. It is highly unlikely that he would have attempted to appease white sensibilities by claiming, like Obama, that anti-Black bombings in the US South had one microgram to do with too easy access to dynamite !!!

After being subjected to the Dempublicrat political two-step dance around political and racial polarization in contemporary America--the sociological explanation--we are now witness to the shake 'n shimmy of the psychological canard. We are supposed to believe that Dylann Roof blasted the minister and several parishioners of Mother Emanuel AME Church because he was 1.) an ignorant redneck loser, 2.) jilted by his white girlfriend who chose a Black lover instead, 3.) overdosed on mis-prescribed psychotrophic drugs and/or 3.) just plain nuts.


In the US, the seriously mentally ill out-number the military and they have guns.

If only one of these psychiatric conditions was a cause for racist mayhem in the USA, then the streets would be littered with Black bodies everyday at the hands of white lunatics. Mental health diagnosis and treatment in this country is an utter joke. According to NAMI (National Association on Mental Illness), "One in four adults−approximately 61.5 million Americans−experiences mental illness in a given year. One in 17−about 13.6 million−live with a serious mental illness such as schizophrenia, major depression or bipolar disorder." (March 5, 2013,  National Institutes of Health, National Institute of Mental Health). In short, the number of potentially homicidal folks daily walking the streets of America exceeds the entire number of US military personnel by at least ten times, and they tend to have firearms or can easily obtain firearms. So, Dylann Roof was crazy when he murdered nine people in Charleston? He was crazy before the act, during the act and will remain out of his mind until the day he croaks. So what? He still, nonetheless, carried out a planned political assassination that requires a political retaliation, if but only for social prophylactic reasons. Roof's political leaders and enablers, nested in the Republican and Democratic parties, must be made to pay a price.

But as Obama demonstrated last week, there is no willingness within the DP leadership to even utter the "R" word (racism). As per the Republican Party, Dylann Roof was actually carrying out the implied and explicit marching orders of its leadership. Political terrorism (judicial and extra-judicial) is actually a platform tactic of the Republican Party today. Remember how the Florida State Police delivered the state's electoral votes to George W. Bush by literally chasing Blacks and Latinos from the polls in 2000? So, who will exact the political pound of flesh on behalf of the Charleston victims?

This question leads to the most bizarre dance of denial of all. Black Democrats, the civil rights establishment,  the traditional preacher class and large portions of the Black Left would be the likely folks to make at least a partial political assessment of the Charleston massacre. To them logically falls the task of organizing the Black masses, in the face of the utter failure of Obama, the Democratic Party, the white liberal establishment and the corn-fed Black intelligentsia, to at least provide for political self-defense. They are supposed to appreciate that Dylann Roof is not a lone, deranged white kid who unfortunately got a gun for his birthday but a militant in a movement dedicated to maintaining white supremacy at any cost. Roof is not a creature of the white political fringe but a mainstream actor, especially within the Republican Party contours of South Carolina.


Flags don't massacre Black people, racists do!
But logic nor sanity do not attain anymore in Black America. This is illustrated best by he crystallized demand of the Black political class in response to the Charleston Massacre. There has been no demand for political power, no demand that the instigators and enablers of assassins like Dylann Roof be at least banished from the political stage. Oh no! The NAACP, the Al Sharpton clique and the regular Black Democratic Party has launched a  shrill demand that South Carolina government buildings change their outdoor decor.

Since April 11, 1961, to commemorate the Civil War centennial, a so-called Confederate flag has flown over the South Carolina state capitol. Actually, there never was a Confederate flag that ever flew over any government building of the 14 secessionist states during the Civil War. What is generally described as the Confederate flag--the stars and bars-- is only the battle banner of Gen. Robert E. Lee's Army of Northern Virginia. Needless to say, Lee's army was trounced by Union forces and the South went down in total defeat, taking its tattered military banner to the grave with it. After decades in the social trash heap, this emblem re-emerged in the wake of the 1954 Brown vs. Topeka Supreme Court ruling outlawing public school segregation, as a symbol of white backlash against efforts to crush apartheid in southern commercial and cultural institutions. It became the American swastika only at that time. For example, the all-white Georgia state legislature explicitly incorporated the rebel battle banner into its state flag in 1956 as a show of white defiance to desegregation. In 2001, due to broad protests, Georgia removed the segregationist reference from its flag. Only the State of Mississippi has a flag that includes the stars and bars at this time.


1956 Georgia flag incorporated the Confederate battle banner as an act of defiance to desegregation.
Hours after the Charleston Massacre, somebody somewhere got the notion that the South Carolina government's penchant for displaying the mid-20th century symbol of white supremacy was inappropriate, and a bitter reminder of the racial hostility that motivated Dylann Roof to kill nine people. The sentiment went viral through a social media campaign to #TakeItDown, even provoking our "Black" president Barack Obama to suddenly realize that maybe the "Confederate" flag might be offensive or even intimidating to most Black people. He had never mentioned the issue before.

Now with Obama and white liberals in tow, a movement has been spawned where, rather than confronting the issue of political terror against Black people led and enabled by the Republican Party and its southern affiliates, removal of the Confederate flag has become the strategic objective. The AP quoted Lasheya Williams, a Charleston resident and relative of one of the murdered church members as saying, “South Carolina won’t get better overnight; people are set in their ways. It’s sad that it took a tragedy like what happened last week for her to call for it [Confederate flag] to come down. Regardless, this is a baby step.”

Indeed, Dylann Roof may have sparked a new public fashion craze across the South. South Carolina's governor Niki Haley was the first to haul down what had previously been her colors, stating, "Today we are here in a moment of unity in our state, and without ill will, to say it’s time to move the flag from the Capitol grounds. One hundred and fifty years after the end of the Civil War, the time has come.” Rightist Republican Governors, like Haley, in Mississippi and Alabama were quick to follow suite, relegating the hated flag to truck stops and trailer parks. Why not? It cost them nothing because the Confederate flag means nothing when the "Confederates" (white neo-fascists) hold state power in the South. In fact, the Confederate flag has accomplished its mission, i.e., rallying downwardly mobile and ignorant southern whites around the Republican Party.

Yet Black people, particularly the erstwhile leadership, actually share Lasheya William's notion that somehow political progress has been made, even a "baby step." Nothing has changed. Morris Dees, the founder of the Southern Poverty Law Center (SPLC) and arch-jester of the civil rights establishment, correctly quipped, “She [Haley] could not have gotten elected, I’m sure, had she taken this position when she was running for office, because of the racism that honestly exists in South Carolina.” Dees hit the nail on the head; Haley was elected because she campaigned as a negrophobe. And Niki Haley, ironically a person of South Asian descent, will probably be ousted in the next election by the folks who will accuse her of race treason for betraying "their" flag.


SC Gov. Niki Haley easily retired her white supremacist fetish flag with gusto.
We have a Black political leadership that insists that the Charleston Massacre was an act of racial terrorism that can only be politically addressed by removing a symbol. NAACP president Cornell Brooks demanded on June 19, "...[A]n inspiration of hate, as an inspiration for violence that symbol has to come down.” Does anybody really believe that if the Confederate flag is retired across the country, then nobody will be inspired to commit white political terror? The KKK and the skinheads will retire? Openly reactionary and racist Republican-dominated state legislatures will happily resign their seats? Will white killer cops take vows of peace and regret? Brooks and his crew are simply doomed to a danse macabre, since they cannot face the fact that their reliance on the Democratic Party as the engine of Black Liberation (political empowerment) has only produced two results:  1.) The often anti-Black "Black" presidency of Barack Obama and 2.) A tremendous white racist backlash organized within the Republican Party that effectively holds national political hegemony. Moreover, the traditional Democratic Party coalition (trade unionists, liberal-progressive whites and "minorities") has proven totally ineffective in providing even a crumb of political support to Blacks who now find themselves literally standing alone, facing the business-end of America's racists guns. As such, the Black Left has been reduced to demanding editorial privileges over US iconography. Only in this way, striking the Confederate flag from the state houses of the South can be deemed a "victory" or a racial political advance--even a baby step--by Black Leaders.

But let us be clear, the American powers would have us believe that endless war, belligerence, aggression and threats of new, more catastrophic wars, part of the drive for US global domination, have no consequences. Indiscriminate violence and killing on the part of the American military or intelligence apparatus are their daily raison d'etre. US officials and politicians, mafia-like, blandly discuss “killing” alleged terrorists or “eliminating threats” to “America’s national interests.” Murder, whether by drone or other modern means, has become routinized to a banality. The president, as we know, meets with his advisers every Tuesday, to go over “kill lists.”

Dylann Roof, if he was the lone culprit in Charleston Massacre, simply brought America's ultra-violent, racist repression to the domestic stage. Like Barack Obama, he simply lashed out at targets of impunity, led and enabled by a political structure bent on racial domination at home and abroad. Let us not forget that only two months ago, in North Charleston, South Carolina, less than 10 miles from the scene of Wednesday night’s massacre, a local police officer murdered Walter Scott in cold blood with five bullets to the back. Like the worshipers at Mother Emanuel AME Church, Scott was also a target of impunity.


Coming to a town near you...
As the US structural TERMINAL CRISIS deepens, with its further descent into economic austerity and naked domestic military repression, the epigones of Dylann Roof will go on the march, not just in the South but across the nation. As lone assassins or as organized death squads they will carry out the bi-partisan program of silencing dissent for the glory of the American Way of Life. Observe! In 2015, a liberal Democrat like South Carolina State Senator Clementa Pinckney--a legally elected, by-the-rules government official--enjoyed the same fate as Mississippi's Medgar Evers or Chicago's Black Panther leader Fred Hampton. In other words, the US state in profound decline finds itself compelled to lash out at even the mildest opposition, especially when it emanates from it Black arch-foes.

History is on our side but not time.
The rebellion of the slaves shall be the war of the landscapes!
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Saturday, June 20, 2015

GOD BLESS AMERIKKKA behind the patriotic crack pipe

Treated To A Happy Police Ride For Reckless Eye Balling. GOD BLESS AMERIKKKA behind the patriotic crack pipe...

  By Malik Sekou OSEI

This is a song of struggle against the celebration of "betrayal" as ambition and 
      Black faces in high places tell you



                                  "you're on your own." 
                                            While to 
                                  people 
                                        who are supposed to know can 
                                  only 
                                      produce an 
                                                     "Empire" 
                                      of 
                                         racial 
                                                insults against our 
                                                                        humanity 
                                                                                     as we work our lives 
                                                into nonexistent dreams. 
                                               Or into long awaited fantasies 
                                                                                        of self-objectification 
                                               of misogynist bedpans 


                                                                             of racist emasculation. 
                                                   Perhaps, Bob Hope was really serious dude 
                                                  and 
                                                       perhaps 
                                                                   Gilligan's Island wasn't Guantanamo Bay. 
                             Perhaps all we need to do is 
                                                                        remind 
                                                                                  "Buckwheat" Obama 
                             that 
                                    Angola, Louisiana is not 
                                                                      the 
                                                                      figment of 
                                                                                     Richard Nixon's 
                                                                                     imagination. 
                                   


And we need to 
                                                          demand 
                                                                    that the NAACP 
                                                                                       better give, 
                                                                                                  better give, 
                                                                                                               better give, 
                                                                                                                         better give 
                                         Our, 
                                                our, 
                                                    our, 
                                                         our sometime
                                                                sister
                                                                    Rachel Dolezal 
                                                                                            an image award 
                                                                    for being the 
                                                                                       only Black 
                                                                    in a colored formation 
                                                                                                 of an 
                                                                                                 opportunist being 
                                                                     conveniently 
                                                                                       Black 
                                                                                           when it's in tune with  the comfort zone. 
                                                                     As we all celebrate 
                                                                           the dance of the 
                                                                                                mentally/socially unstable 
                                                                                                                                      because they like "US." 




                                                                     As our music videos show Black fathers 
                                                                                                                          being choke to death under the Red, White and Blue swine 
                                                                     as the youth are  
                                                                     treated to a happy police ride for reckless eye balling. GOD BLESS AMERIKKKA behind the patriotic crack pipe... 



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Friday, June 19, 2015

The Bloody Sea of Gaza

By Sami THE BEDOUIN

K-Booom! And I felt the earthquake under my butt. I jumped up like crazy and the sand was sprayed on the food table that was laid between us!

Unbelievable! Even right now I don’t know how did that happen; a bloody evening, a bloody night, a bloody Ramadan, a bloody life. The hell! I still live it as if I am looking at it right now, right here and forever.
We were sitting on the sandy terrace putting the Futra (Ramadan fast-breaking food) on a long plastic blanket that my mom sowed especially for that terrace. The whole extended family of over twenty people of children, adults, men and women a few seconds before the evening call to prayer waiting to drink and eat after 16 hours of fasting. Most of us were sitting on the sand around the long extended carpet full of food in that breezy bloody evening.
BOOOM! I can still hear it right now, and my ears were deafened. I jumped like a fool and the sand was sprayed out over the food bowls and plates. I rushed toward the sound source without thinking, I heard my mom shouting: “Come back! Where are you going?” My wife was shrieking and her voice mingled with the crying children, my dad was mumbling loudly, but I wasn’t there.
I was running like a bull and in a few seconds I was on the smoking rubble. It was the bombing of the house of our neighbors less than two hundred meters away from ours. When I arrived there was no trace, no sound, but the hot smoke of the rocket coming out of the rubble. Oh Gosh! Take me now, oh earth split and swallow me now! Like a lunatic, I stood with glaring eyes looking around, no trace of the whole house; just eviscerated guts, scattered limbs, shattered skulls, grey brain matter mixed with blood all around me, children cut off and scattered body parts, beheaded women, hair, toes, thighs... 
I saw death glaring at me!
I stood there helplessly frozen with wide open eyes that stared out at nowhere. In a few seconds the place was full of life; young guys running, shouting, dragging bodies, holding heads, matching body parts, cursing some blasphemous words while others were praying and praising God, I was still frozen with my glaring eyes! I looked down my feet, Oh! Shit! I was barefooted standing on a torn skin of a baby; it was Nidal’s, the youngest of our neighbors, whitish brain matter mixed with the childish blood. I collapsed, I fell on the rubble and my chest ribs hit the sharp edge of a broken brick. Flung on my back on the scattered bricks I felt the piercing pain of my fractured rib, still glaring wide open, staring at the starry skies. Oh! God, take me now!
A young guy dragged me a bit and my jallabeyya dress was full of blood, “Hey! He is still alive!” and then another guy hurried in and both held me swiftly to shove me into the awaiting ambulance. I was still glaring with a vacant look: “Not me! I am OK but ….. a bit of pain in my chest.” I tried to shout feebly but the paramedic calmed me. 
“Shshshsh! Don’t move, you will be OK.” Then the ambulance rushed beeping to the hospital. I looked around in the cabin, all guts, no bodies but eviscerated guts, bleeding tattered skin and distorted limbs. How can I close my eyes?
Soon I was held by two nurses and was rushed to the operation room, blood was all over my jallabeyya, on my hands, on my bare feet and on my face! 
“Calm down, inshallah salimeh, everything will be OK!” the doctor said, consoling me. 
“I am not there, I am here, I’m alive, they are dead!” I hallucinated while the doctor was checking my body gently and when he touched my chest I shrieked out of the piercing pain in my fractured rib. 
“Take him there, he’s OK” the doctor ordered, and two nurses held me to lay me on the ground near the wall in that jammed and damned hospital. More urgent and dangerous cases were rushed in and the doctors had no time even to breath. I was still glaring nowhere and it was dark by now.
Nobody was looking at me and I was visioning the whole world into my glaring eyes. In a few minutes I dragged myself and started stepping slowly out of the hospital among the running people, the ambulances and the paramedics. Soon I was out in the street alone, dragging myself home.
God, Jews, zionists, shelling, babies, blood, guts, matter, butchers, I was covered all over in blood, not my own, but the blood of others women, men, babies and pets. I was about to reach home when I crossed through a short road among the orange trees. I felt I wanted to pass wind. I squeezed my belly feeling the pain in my belly but it was followed by brownish liquid. I stood near an orange tree and squeezed again hard, the stinky liquid came down my thighs and then down to my bare feet. 
Oh Gosh! I am stinky! I cant go home like this. What would my wife think? Oh Gosh!
The sea! Yes, the sea. The sea will wash everything! I stumbled toward the water edge that is a few minutes walk from our home. Embarrassed, I hugged the orange trees, hoping not to meet a familiar face. And then, I came upon the beach. 
The smell of the sea, oh shit! I stepped down the dune into the water, it was early night and the water felt warm. Shit! I am all blood and shit! I walked with my glaring eyes into the sea until the water reached my chest, my neck and up to my chin and then the water slapped my face to fill my glaring eyes. I was blinded by the salty water then I pushed up with my bare feet and flung my body floating. Oh! The sea, my love and my eternal companion. Feeling the pain of my fractured rib I stretched my hands slowly behind my head and floated peacefully looking at the dark serene sky.
Blood, shit, matter, skin particles, hair and the sea, The bloody sea of Gaza. Floating and looking up, my whole life came up to my mind as if I lived it all now and here; when my dad used to hold me on his back, to walk into the sea and swim. And slowly I became independent with the sea, living together as I swam farther everyday. Who lives by the sea and in the sea can never die by the sea or in the sea!! The hell! Why do I say this now?


I remembered as a child when we followed Othman who was herding the goats by the zionist border. 
“It is full of green grass there and good for the goats.” He said repeatedly. He was a bit older than us and more daring. That damn day my cousin and I followed him for nothing, just to play there. When we came close, there was no trace of him but the goats grazing peacefully. When we came closed we saw the tracks of the zionist jeep on the sand and grass. 
My cousin looked carefully at the tracks and asked me, “Can you tell where was the jeep heading through the tracks of its wheels only?” 
“No, how can I tell?” I looked at him bewildered. 
He pulled me down and said, “Look! Can you see the direction the grass has been bent?” 
“Yes, this way, it is still not straight.” I said, trying to make it easy on him. 
He continued,“Yes, exactly! The way the grass is bent, It is the same way the jeep is headed, the wheels push the grass before them.”
We followed the tire tracks for a while.
“OH, My God!” I shrieked and it was the body of Othman distorted, crushed by the wheels of the jeep. It was almost flattened.They must have run over him many, many times. Othman's head was flattened, the white marrow showed. 
We ran home as quick as we could shrieking. In an hour the men came back to the village holding Othman on their heavy shoulders.
I woke up to the roar of a boat in the far distance. It must be a zionist boat, I surmised, since the local fisherman are barred from the water at this time of night. it seemed that the sea had dragged me a bit deeper tonight. I could see nothing, not even the glistening high buildings of Gaza, but I could tell my way.  I dived in and out, in deep and out to wash my garment and soul. I took off my dirty undies and swam back home, diving in and out every few yards and finally I got out in the cold breeze, heading home shivering, but clean.
When I arrived home it was probably midnight and I found my dad sitting on the porch stairs awaiting: 
“Where have you been?” he angrily asked. 
“I was in the hospital.” 
“Liar!” he replied abruptly “You were in the sea.”
Damn! Did I lie? I smiled a pale smile as I passed my dad and entered our house. I felt hot tears dripping down my cheeks. I felt thirsty and hungry, but my stomach felt as if it was hollowed out. I wanted to vomit, so I bent down shrieking and coughing out of my throat but nothing came out, except the piercing pain of my fractured rib. Then I headed to my bed out in the terrace and drifted to sleep, exhausted, hungry and thirsty !!

PS: This story is dedicated to the memory of the deliberately assassinated Kilani family, one of thousands of devastated families of Gaza.
http://www.beyondthenumber.org/ibrahim-al-kilani-family/