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A Question for Americans about the Shuttle Mishap

Why do you spend so much time and energy mourning 7 people killed in an accident in which your own government was most likely negilent but cheer on the death of hundreds of thousands of Muslims and Arabs whom you will continue your genocide against?
YELLOW TIMES

Eagles or Vultures?*

By George Lewandowski
Content Director ‚€“ YellowTimes.Org
02/02/2003

When I paused from this morning‚€™s C-Span coverage of the shuttle disaster long enough to check my e-mail, I found the following brief note nestled in my inbox. It was from Dr. Kim B., a life-long health care worker, and an old family friend.

She sent the following terse message (complete with her own parenthetical inserts):

‚€œSo now we can get on with mourning seven people (and I do) while we are plotting to exterminate 800,000 more (who didn‚€™t sign up for a dangerous job consciously).‚€Ě

Kim‚€™s obviously conflicted feelings echo my own, and I think she speaks for many anxious Americans tonight. I heard similar sentiments voiced by viewers who accepted C-Span‚€™s invitation to call-in their personal reactions to the shuttle tragedy.

It is tragic to accidentally lose seven human beings in a reach for the stars. Is it any less tragic to lose thousands in a reach for power?

Over and over today I viewed video footage of the last moments of that engineering marvel, the Columbia. In the first few frames, it appeared as a silver streak marking America‚€™s mastery of heaven and earth. Then, without explanation or warning, this soaring symbol of speed and power became a hideous fireball spewing bits and pieces of toxic chaos across the Texas sky. Our best technicians stood mute and helpless at their remote control consoles as their wondrous creation of handicraft and logic was brought down by forces they had not quite mastered.

Like Daedalus, the mythical engineer who strapped his son Icarus to a winged contraption made of feathers and wax, we had sent seven of our best sons and daughters soaring aloft in our magnificent flying machine.

Flying high above the Texas desert at twenty times the speed of the loudest scream, something went terribly wrong.

When overconfidence took Icarus too close to the sun, the wax melted and his father‚€™s engineering triumph came unglued.


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Can Americans grieve over seven deaths by fire, yet feel national pride at a man-made catastrophe consuming thousands of lives?


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Sailing 200,000 feet above America, our spaceship Columbia, a modern contraption of ceramic tiles and aluminum tubing began to glow white hot and shed its parts It left a trail of broken dreams scattered from Dallas to Shreveport.

It was over in a flash. We lost five sons and two daughters.

Tonight, and tomorrow, and for days to come, America will mourn.

Among the missing astronauts was one man who grew up only a hundred miles from my hometown. His biography is full of familiar place names. I feel somehow connected to his family. We all feel connected at times like this. In such moments we are family.

The irony for some of us, like my friend Dr. B., is that even as this morning‚€™s tragedy was unfolding, America and England‚€™s family elders were winding up a war council in which, with great confidence in the infallibility of their technology, they contemplated sending 800 fireballs in 48 hours to burn the sons and daughters of Baghdad. Ostensibly, this massive firestorm of death is intended to punish the head of Iraq‚€™s dysfunctional family for misdeeds that we originally encouraged but have recently decided to condemn.

Is it possible for Americans to be so compartmentalized in their emotions that seven deaths by fire will trigger an appropriate human outpouring of grief, but a man-made catastrophe intended to consume thousands of human beings amid the ruins of one of the world‚€™s oldest cities is eagerly anticipated as a cause for national pride? Can the same people who shed genuine tears for seven fallen eagles really feel nothing but contempt for whole flocks targeted for annihilation in another of America‚€™s temper tantrums?

What kind of people are we? What kind of heart is it that grows heavy with the news of seven brave adventurers lost in an accident of experimental technology, but that swells with hubris over news of the technological prowess that will soon enable our button pushing technicians to sit at their remote control consoles and condemn thousands of men, women and children to a painful flame broiled death?

What kind of people are we? What can we be thinking? What kind of mind, having just witnessed our technology‚€™s limits in the face of great unforeseen forces, arrogantly dismisses the probability that the war we are so eager to launch might unleash forces which our technology cannot control?

Daedalus, the mythical engineer, knew the limits of his technology and the weaknesses of youth. He tried and failed to convince his son not to fly so close to the sun. Juvenile pride is an intoxicating elixir.

Perhaps, as Americans contemplate our lost comrades, we should turn our communal grief into something more morally uplifting than self-pity and a search for weaker beings upon which to inflict our frustrations.

Perhaps we should beseech our arrogant young Icarus not to fling us into the sun.

George Lewandowski is the Content Director for YellowTimes.org. He lives in the United States. You can reach him at  glewandowski@YellowTimes.org

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REPOSTING OF ARTICLE 03.Feb.2003 06:26

Yellow Times

"Eagles or vultures?"
Printed on Saturday, February 01, 2003 @ 22:33:36 EST ( )

By George Lewandowski
YellowTimes.org Content Director

(YellowTimes.org) - When I paused from this morning's C-Span coverage of the shuttle disaster long enough to check my e-mail, I found the following brief note nestled in my inbox. It was from Dr. Kim B., a life-long health care worker, and an old family friend.

She sent the following terse message (complete with her own parenthetical inserts):

"So now we can get on with mourning seven people (and I do) while we are plotting to exterminate 800,000 more (who didn't sign up for a dangerous job consciously). "

Kim's obviously conflicted feelings echo my own, and I think she speaks for many anxious Americans tonight. I heard similar sentiments voiced by viewers who accepted C-Span's invitation to call in their personal reactions to the shuttle tragedy.

It is tragic to lose accidentally seven human beings in a reach for the stars. Is it any less tragic to lose thousands in a reach for power?

Over and over today, I viewed video footage of the last moments of that engineering marvel, the Columbia. In the first few frames, it appeared as a silver streak marking America's mastery of heaven and earth. Then, without explanation or warning, this soaring symbol of speed and power became a hideous fireball spewing bits and pieces of toxic chaos across the Texas sky. Our best technicians stood mute and helpless at their remote control consoles as their wondrous creation of handicraft and logic was brought down by forces they had not quite mastered.

Like Daedalus, the mythical engineer who strapped his son Icarus to a winged contraption made of feathers and wax, we had sent seven of our best sons and daughters soaring aloft in our magnificent flying machine.

Flying high above the Texas desert at twenty times the speed of the loudest scream, something went terribly wrong.

When overconfidence took Icarus too close to the sun, the wax melted and his father's engineering triumph came unglued.

Sailing 200,000 feet above America, our spaceship Columbia, a modern contraption of ceramic tiles and aluminum tubing began to glow white hot and shed its parts It left a trail of broken dreams scattered from Dallas to Shreveport.

It was over in a flash. We lost five sons and two daughters.

Tonight, and tomorrow, and for days to come, America will mourn.

Among the missing astronauts was one man who grew up only a hundred miles from my hometown. His biography is full of familiar place names. I feel somehow connected to his family. We all feel connected at times like this. In such moments, we are family.

The irony for some of us, like my friend Dr. B., is that even as this morning's tragedy was unfolding, America's and England's family elders were winding up a war council in which, with great confidence in the infallibility of their technology, they contemplated sending 800 fireballs in 48 hours to burn the sons and daughters of Baghdad. Ostensibly, this massive firestorm of death is intended to punish the head of Iraq's dysfunctional family for misdeeds that we originally encouraged but have recently decided to condemn.

Is it possible for Americans to be so compartmentalized in their emotions that seven deaths by fire will trigger an appropriate human outpouring of grief, but a man-made catastrophe intended to consume thousands of human beings amid the ruins of one of the world's oldest cities is eagerly anticipated as a cause for national pride? Can the same people who shed genuine tears for seven fallen eagles really feel nothing but contempt for whole flocks targeted for annihilation in another of America's temper tantrums?

What kind of people are we? What kind of heart is it that grows heavy with the news of seven brave adventurers lost in an accident of experimental technology, but that swells with hubris over news of the technological prowess that will soon enable our button-pushing technicians to sit at their remote control consoles and condemn thousands of men, women and children to a painful, flame-broiled death?

What kind of people are we? What can we be thinking? What kind of mind, having just witnessed our technology's limits in the face of great unforeseen forces, arrogantly dismisses the probability that the war we are so eager to launch might unleash forces which our technology cannot control?

Daedalus, the mythical engineer, knew the limits of his technology and the weaknesses of youth. He tried and failed to convince his son not to fly so close to the sun. Juvenile pride is an intoxicating elixir.

Perhaps, as Americans contemplate our lost comrades, we should turn our communal grief into something more morally uplifting than self-pity and a search for weaker beings upon which to inflict our frustrations.

Perhaps we should beseech our arrogant young Icarus not to fling us into the sun.

[George Lewandowski is the Content Director for YellowTimes.org. He lives in the United States.]

Mourning 03.Feb.2003 07:47

ranger

First off, this was tragic and I can imagine the millisecond of horror that must have felt like an eternity. However, point well taken. Astronauts, especially those on American spaceships are given hero status. While it is understandable, what is a problem is the way in which corporate media defines the value of life. Americans are often immune to the daily deaths of foreigners, especially if they occur in countries not favored by the U.S. Somehow, those people are not quite people. Collateral damage has become an term acceptable to many Americans. Death has become packaged to sell in a more acceptable fashion. Remember the "surgical bombing" of the gulf war?

tending the garden 04.Feb.2003 12:13

johnny appleseed

is the usa unusually disaster/accident prone and 'lone nut'
assassin prone or rather does it take a lot of violence/manipulation to manically defend a very bad idea like welfare states for the rich?