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Sep 27 2005 - Two More Oregon Soldiers Die in the War (9)

As the sad word reaches us about two more deaths half a world away, in a war that should not be, I am feeling conflicted about how to respond to the news. I understand that flags will be flying at half mast tomorrow and the next day, in a symbolic gesture of futility meant to be respectful of the dead. But how much respect can I really offer? Almost none at all.

Sep 19 2005 - Bush Intends to Blame Environmentalists for New Orleans Fiasco (2)

Apparently, the Bush administration has finally initiated a plan to deal with the havoc of Katrina: When all else fails, blame the environmentalists. And so, after coming under attack from the entire nation due to their ineptitude, obvious racism, and inexcusably slow response to the hurricane disaster, the administration has responded by digging through their pockets to see if there is any conceivable way that they can blame environmentalists for the flooding of New Orleans.

Sep 03 2005 - New Orleans Demonstrates that we can Only Trust Ourselves (5)

In the aftermath of one of the most ravaging storms ever to touch US shores, the people of New Orleans remain stranded. Even with several days to prepare, the federal government failed to render assistance, and the local government buckled under the strain. While people die in the streets, the Lousianna National Guard is unable to help, because they were all sent away to Iraq. Meanwhile, as poor people of color suffer in the South, oil companies profit from their misery, cops guard rich people's possessions, and wal mart bitches about "looting." This is occupied earth, in a microcosm.

Aug 31 2005 - Legacy Strike: Report Back (10)

Workers from Legacy Emanuel hospital are on strike today. They've been walking the picket line at the entrance to the corporate mega-hospital since early this morning, and will continue to strike throughout the day. I stopped by to learn their story.

Jun 21 2005 - Breaking News from Philadelphia (15)

There has apparently been an incident at Biodev in which a police officer has been taken away in a stretcher and possibly died, and numerous people from the demonstration have been beaten. Details are still sketchy, but it appears that the officer suffered cardiac arrest, and that he has died.

May 20 2005 - Death on Burnside and the Corporate Media (22)

It hasnt't taken long for the corporate media to sketch in the faint lines of the life that was wasted yesterday in the cold, gray morning on Burnside. He was a drug addict, an ex-con, he was a "transient." What more can be said? Well, plenty. Before we swallow this lurid portrait laid out for us with all the subtleties of a magik marker set, maybe we need to look deeper. A lot deeper.

Apr 28 2005 - JTTF Verdict is In: 4 to 1 say Pack Your Bags, Gestapo (16)

After some very eloquent public testimony, the city council today took the historic first step in whacking our society out of its complacency in the face of creeping fascism. At approximately 8pm tonight, we became the first city in the nation to call off the dogs. I'm tired after a long day, and so I will try to make this brief.

Apr 28 2005 - JTTF: Fasten Your Seatbelts (17)

Commissioner Saltzman, despite promises to the contrary, says that he is voting to oppose Portland's pullout from the JTTF. Commissioner Sten, always a weak play, is not answering his phone, and staffers say they "don't know" how he plans to vote tonite. Meanwhile, Bernie Giusto blackmails the city with threats of rampant terror if the Mayor gets his way, and a mysterious and conveniently timed anthrax scare in Salem sets the stage. I'm on the edge of my seat again.

Mar 31 2005 - PJTTF: Another Frustrating Night (9)

While there were some inspiring high points to last night's long and exhaustive hearings, they once again ended, at least for me, in frustration and despair. Like everyone else who braved this ordeal for the millionth time, I'm still drained this morning, but I want to share some thoughts about it all anyway.

Mar 30 2005 - Forest Center Lockdown Report Back (19)

Mar 19 2005 - Capitalism, War, and KFC: Report back on the first four and a half minutes (49)

Dec 16 2004 - In defense of Rats (37)

Dec 12 2004 - Something to Ponder in the Days Leading Up To December 22nd (3)

Nov 19 2004 - Tryptophan: A Reminder (6)

Nov 17 2004 - Stand in Solidarity with Homeless People against the Hollywood Booster Club This Saturday (3)

Oct 29 2004 - PJTTF Hearing Delayed Again by the FBI (2)

Oct 21 2004 - Mike D Holds His Own, in Spite of Everything (24)

Oct 03 2004 - Children in War: Giving Candy to Babies (3)

Sep 17 2004 - Woman whose son died in Iraq "for our freedom" arrested for speaking out (4)

Sep 15 2004 - Naked and Chained: Report Back (76)

Sep 03 2004 - "Papers Please" (15)

Aug 25 2004 - NY Cops Discover the Other Side of Oppression (19)

Aug 18 2004 - Crown of Thorns for the People of Portland (18)

Aug 08 2004 - Social Activist Dies in Nevada (2)

Jul 29 2004 - Symbolic Politics and the 9/11 Commission (3)

Jul 19 2004 - Lo Carb Conspiracy (28)

Jun 24 2004 - Cathedral Grove Warriors Need You

Jun 04 2004 - Portland Rose Festival: Here's to "Community" (TM) (19)

May 24 2004 - American Journalism: Portrait of Shame (4)

May 05 2004 - Kendra James: One Year Later (5)

May 02 2004 - PR Police State: How the Public is being Misled About the Murder of Jahar Perez (8)

Apr 29 2004 - Black Man in Possession of Rich Man's Car=Reason to Kill (15)

Apr 25 2004 - Does Anyone Have My Back? (24)

Apr 23 2004 - Reign of Terror (28)

Apr 15 2004 - Tre: Bail set at $2500, but not out in the woods yet (24)

Apr 15 2004 - Say it with me: "No, I won't call the police." (13)

Apr 08 2004 - Arresting Witnesses: A Conflict of Interest (20)

Apr 07 2004 - Portland Pigs Spamming Deonte Keller Website (7)

Mar 31 2004 - Pervasive Culture of Violence in Portland Police Bureau Leads to Killing (18)

Mar 30 2004 - BPA continues with plans to trade a viable ecosystem for $$ (5)

Feb 26 2004 - Keeping Abreast of Decency (8)

Feb 23 2004 - Spring in the Children's Garden (6)

Feb 04 2004 - What Happened Under the Fremont Bridge this Morning? (1)

Jan 14 2004 - It's a Cold World (24)

Jan 07 2004 - Storm Response Prompts Re-Thinking of Broadcast Control (27)

Dec 25 2003 - Merry Christmas To All (63)

Dec 10 2003 - Bi-Mart Winter Wonderland, Powered by Comcast (8)

Oct 10 2003 - Officer Meyers' Vision (11)

Oct 08 2003 - City, State, PDX Pigs set typical example to PDX Children (54)

Oct 03 2003 - Old People for Sale (4)

Sep 28 2003 - Greek Cuisina, Starbucks Violate Sit-Lie Ordinance (11)

Sep 07 2003 - Mining to Scar More Earth in Columbia County (11)

Sep 02 2003 - Portland Police Association asking for donations to "assist Officer Scott McCollister" (26)

Aug 29 2003 - Ding Dong Kroeker's Gone (27)

Aug 23 2003 - Rebuttal to Mark Hatfield (5)

Aug 22 2003 - Tully's Discriminates against Homeless Woman (8)

Aug 22 2003 - US Govt has No Legitimate Authority (14)

Jul 18 2003 - No Pepper Spray At Ashcroft? (13)

Jul 10 2003 - Poll Shows People Recognize Bush is an Idiot (2)

May 27 2003 - More Details for June 4th in Salem (2)

Apr 17 2003 - Lawsuit Against City: Update (11)

Mar 27 2003 - All Bets Are Off (10)

Sep 27 2005 - (9 comments) -

Two More Oregon Soldiers Die in the War

As the sad word reaches us about two more deaths half a world away, in a war that should not be, I am feeling conflicted about how to respond to the news. I understand that flags will be flying at half mast tomorrow and the next day, in a symbolic gesture of futility meant to be respectful of the dead. But how much respect can I really offer? Almost none at all.

This probably seems cold to most people, as if I were slandering the dead. But that is not my intention. I, too, am saddened by the news of yet more "collateral damage" in a war that seems like it may never end. I, too, understand that these two human beings surely had other intentions for their lives, than to wind up blowing away with the dusts of Afghanistan. And I, too, wish they had never been asked to go there at all. But I cannot call them heroes. I cannot give them a moment of silence that is not haunted with the dead they took with them. And I cannot give the "brave soldiers" who might survive all this any kind of parade.

Progressives here in Cascadia, like everywhere these days, have adopted what appears at first glance to be both a humanitarian and a politically useful strategy with regard to the wars in Iraq and
Afghanistan. They claim to be "supporting the troops" by asking that they be brought safely home. There is no overt criticism of "our boys (and girls) in uniform." On the contrary, they are celebrated as heroes, or supported as unwitting victims of the war. No peace march is complete these days, without a mention of how supportive we all are of "our troops," how it's not THEY whom we
are against, it is the war itself.

It's hard to argue the logic in this. This tactic helps to unify people who might otherwise be on opposite sides. People whose sons and daughters are fighting over there are absorbed into a movement that opposes the war, but not the warriors. There is a strength in numbers, and a strength in taking a mass-produced moral high ground that few would dare argue with. And so this strategy seems more politically astute than the naked anger people allegedly showed toward returning vets of the war in Vietnam.

It has emotional appeal, too. Nobody wants to be "against" the "brave americans" who are dying on the battlefields half a world away. Nobody wants to stand in judgement of people who are obviously being victimized by the ruthless policies of US imperialism as much as anyone else. I find myself here too, not wanting to place too much blame on the soldiers themselves. It's hard, after all, to point fingers at people who have been thrust into this war. Many of those soldiers are working class people with few options, who took the military bait. They wanted to "see the world," or they wanted to pay for college, and they were given few other options. Probably, they did not want to die forgotten in the sands of Afghanistan. In a very real sense, these are our brothers and sisters and nobody wants to punish them for a war they did not start and have little voice in ending. Who are we, after all, to judge them. Yes, this is a difficult issue indeed.

This reluctance to blame the soldiers for the folly of the generals has cultural roots going way back for those of us growing up in the wake of the Vietnam war. Every television program, every Hollywood movie, for decades, had the standard tortured war hero, misunderstood by his peers, traumatized by events beyond his control, and without that all-important parade he so clearly "deserved." It's hard not to have been brainwashed by all that, hard not to forget that pointing a gun at other people is a choice after all -- a choice made by soldiers who live and die by the sword.

And then there is the romanticization of "our troops," "our boys," our hometown heroes. The brave soldiers, "protecting our freedom," making the world safe for democracy, and all that. Although this was an old story already, it was reinvented with a vengeance after the shame of Vietnam. This fairy tale was a concerted effort to control the story about what really happens in war, mass marketed to a public who would otherwise never again be willing to send its children off to fight in rich men's wars. But it has been a manufactured hype. A melodramatic band-aid, a mass produced "healing" of the perceived wounds to our national pride suffered in Vietnam. Nevermind that the real wounds were suffered by babies in the Mekong Delta. Nevermind that the pain felt by Americans over Vietnam was the pain of coming to terms with our collective conscience. It was a good and necessary pain, one that might cleanse us of our almost unforgiveable sins of complicity. Nevermind all that, just sit back and revel in the glory of Hollywood war heroes.

I cannot do that, though. I cannot reverently remember "our" fallen troops while the nation ignores the tens of thousands of innocent lives they have taken in this war. It's not that I do not feel for them, I do. It makes me sad to hear of another young man or woman in a US uniform who will never come home because George Bush thinks it's "worth it." I am sobered by the flags flying almost continuously at half mast all over Cascadia, and the knowledge of the cost. In that sense, I suppose I "support the troops." Not as troops, but as human beings who probably deserved better. Still, I think it's time to call a spade a spade.

If our nation learned anything at all from Vietnam, it was that war does not make heroes, that soldiers do not necessarily deserve parades. It's time to recall that message, to remember why this nation came to believe that then, and to reflect on what that means to us now. It was a painful message for those returning from the war -- they wanted parades and adoration and even worship, as they had worshipped the soldiers from their past. Instead, as I understand it, they were called "baby killers," and many did not like it. I cannot tell you how many Vietnam veterans have unburdened sad tales to me about the hell they went through over there, and how they deserved better than the treatment they got when they got back here.

Maybe. But I'm not so sure. Because I've seen the pictures from My Lai, and I will never again be the same supportive audience I once was to crying veterans seeking comfort. Because the stories told in these photographs, and in all the other massacres then and now that never made the news; these stories do not lie. The truth is, "our troops" really are, in fact, killers of babies.

Yes, I've seen the photographs, staring through the years, of the last moments in the lives of human beings who are gone now, but who still cry out for someone to hear them. Whole families clinging to each other in fear. I most clearly remember one in which I could see the delicate hands of a baby, fingers curled around fat little palms, knuckles pressed gently against his mother's breast. Bizarrely, I remember most the little button-up shirt he was wearing, just a little too small for him. He was at that age where babies grow quickly. His little belly was poking out just a little from under the hem, and his mother's arm brushed against the still warm skin beneath his ribs. She held him tightly, like any mother would. Arms curled protectively around him, trying to sheild him from the unimaginable sin in the heart of every good soldier, she is frozen there in time pleading silently for their lives, with eyes long since closed by "our troops" over there.

This picture, burned into my heart, sears all the more because I know it's not the only story like this one crying to be told. I know that "our troops" are over in the Levant now, even as I write this, committing unspeakable sins against human beings, just like they did in Vietnam. And just like in Vietnam, most of us are deaf to their cries, blind to their pain. It's all happening a world away, and we are not confronted with their reality. We can pretend they're not real. We can ignore them. We can plan parades for our hometown heroes, or we can lower flags in respect for the dead on "our side," but we cannot feel compassion for people whose stories we've never heard. The corporate media, ever complicit, has silenced them for the duration out of expediency. Just like Vietnam, we will only hear their cries when it is too late to save them. We will be left with our consciences once the feeding frenzy is over, but we cannot be bothered with them now.

I reject that. I am sad that soldiers died in the war this week. But I do not support "our troops." They are not my troops, and I will never lend support to the sins being committed over there. No, I will not take part in collective gestures of respect for them. Since there are few photos being smuggled from the battlefield by real journalists these days, I must reflect on pictures from Vietnam to remind myself why.

There was another picture, almost too horrible to describe, taken moments after the one I mentioned above. Moments after the warm little hand curled against its mother's breast, moments after frightened villagers blinked goodbye into the lens of the camera and into the eyes of Charlie Company's "hometown heroes." This is an honest picture of the price of selling ones soul to an artificial heroism. Frozen there like an epitaph to all humanity, babies that had gurgled with laughter that morning lay draped over their mothers' bodies. Flies settled among the dead. Not only were they all dead, but one mother and child were so grossly violated that God herself must have wept on that day, so long ago. It's an image that cries out through the intervening years for some kind of answers, some kind of response. And alas, it's an image probably being recreated again and again on Afghan and Iraqi battlefields, as human beings fall down before the darkness lurking in the unseen corners of the human soul. And just as in My Lai, no one will see it in time to make any difference in the outcome.

I did not hear the cries of the mother and baby in that photograph until long after Vietnam. I did not see it in time to save them. But I carry it in my heart, to remind me why I can never be silent about the price of war. I take it out and look at it now and then, in the hopes that it will save someone else some day.

If you still believe that war ever really makes heroes, I urge you to look at the photographs from My Lai. Really look into the faces of the dead, and understand what was lost there. And recognize that no one was allowed to hear their stories until long after that long ago war had ended, just as you are not being allowed to see the real and everyday carniage being visited upon people just as precious, by "our troops," over there, right now.