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What is Culture – Marimba Ani

by amun ra ~ April 15th, 2010. Filed under: Uncategorized. 

"Culture is a people's immune system"

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Professor Marimba Ani


"Without the African connection, we are a disjointed people ...begging for entry into somebody else's house."

Dr. John Henrik Clarke, Notes for an African World Revolution Trenton: Africa World Press, 1991, P.418. 

 


Marimba Ani was brought to the Department of Africana and Puerto Rican GYE NYAME (jeh-N-yah-mee) “Except God” or “Tis Only God” Symbol of the omnipotence, omnipresence and immortality of God.“Except God, I fear none.”Studies by Dr. John Henrik Clarke in 1974 as she was completing her PhD dissertation at the Graduate Faculty of New School University. She had worked as a field organizer for the Student Nonviolent Coordinating Committee in Mississippi from 1963 to 1966, and had acted as Director of Freedom Registration for the Mississippi Freedom Democratic Party in 1964 which challenged the all-white Mississippi delegation to the Democratic National Convention in Atlantic City that summer. Dr. Clarke became her Jegna ("warrior- teacher, intellectual father, ideological influence") as she moved back to New York and into graduate school. It was through his influence that sheProf. Marimba Ani (Dona Richards) became committed to Pan Afrikan liberation.  


   After having traveled in Afrika, Marimba Ani (born "Dona Richards") began formal study of the nature of Afrikan Civilization, focusing on the "deep thought" which underlies its fundamental common cultural themes and the varying constructs of Afrikan social organization. She has done extensive work on Afrikan spiritual conceptions and systems. She is using her articulation of the Afrikan world view as a frame of reference from which to critique European cultural thought, and to construct paradigms for Pan-Afrikan reconstruction. 


   Marimba Ani has developed the concepts of MaafaAsiliUtamawazo, and Utamarohoas part of the on-going process of Afrikan-centered reconceptualization in which several Pan-Afrikan scholars are involved. She has helped to initiate an intellectual and ideological movement, the purpose of which is to construct a theoretical framework which will allow people of Afrikan descent to explain the universe as it reflects their collective interests, values and vision.  


   Her most recent work has been the development of the Maat/Maafa/Sankofa paradigmSANKOFA BIRD (sang-ko-fah) GO BACK TO FETCH IT Symbol of the wisdom of learning from the past to build for the future.as an analytical tool for understanding and explaining the Afrikan experience in the Diaspora and to suggest modalities for cultural reconstruction. Dr. Ani has been lecturing throughout the United States, the Caribbean and Afrika on this new theoretical construct which is part of her endeavor to develop a pragmatic Afrikan Cultural Science. This new science becomes the basis for the creation of Afrikan institutions and Nation-Building in the Diaspora.  


   Having taught at Hunter College for the past 25 years, Dr. Marimba Ani has had the opportunity to develop a number of courses on various aspects of the Pan-Afrikan experience. She teaches Afrikan Civilization, Afrikan Spirituality in the Diaspora, The Afrikan World View, Theories of White Racism, Afrikan Traditional Healing Systems, Nile Valley Civilization, Afrikan-centered theory, Women in Afrika, Men in the Afrikan Diaspora, and a number of other courses.    


The following are some of the scholarly writings which have resulted from her work: 

  • "The Ideology of European Dominance," The Western Journal of Black Studies. Vol. 3, No. 4, Winter, 1979, and Presence Africaine, No. 111, 3rd Quarterly, 1979.
  • "European Mythology: The Ideology of Progress," Contemporary Black Thought, eds. M. Asante and A. Vandi, Beverly Hills: Sage Publications, 1980, (59-79).
  • Let The Circle Be Unbroken: The Implications of Afrikan Spirituality in the Diaspora. New York: Nkonimfo Publications, 1988 (orig. 1980). 
  • "The Nyama of the Blacksmith: The Metaphysical Significance of Metallurgy in Afrika," Journal of Black Studies. Vol. 12, No. 2, December, 1981. 
  • Yurugu: An Afrikan-centered Critique of European Cultural Thought and Behavior. Trenton: Africa World Press, 1994.
  • "The Afrikan Asili," Selected Papers from the Proceedings of the Conference on Ethics, Higher Education and Social Responsibility, Washington, D.C.: Howard University Press, 1996. 
  • "The Afrikan 'Aesthetic' and National Consciousness," The African Aesthetic, ed. Kariamu Welsh-Asante. Westport, Ct.: Greenwood Press, 1993. (63-82) and To Heal a People, ed. Erriel Kofi Addae, Columbia, MD.: Kujichagulia Press, 1996 (91-125).
  • "Writing as a means of enabling Afrikan Self-determination," Defining Ourselves; Black Writers in the 90's, ed. Elizabeth Nuñez and Brenda M. Greene. New York: Peter Lang, 1999 (209-211). 

   Marimba Ani is an active organizer in the Afrikan Community. She has conducted Rites of Passage programs for Afrikan youth and young adults. She travels frequently to Ghana, West Afrika, where she is continuing her study and support of Afrikan traditional healing concept and practices. She is part of a "think tank" of Afrikan-centered scholars currently spear-heading the socially and politically dynamic "To Be Afrikan" campaign. She is Director of the Afrikan Heritage Afterschool Program, a voluntary effort which has been operating in the Harlem Community for the past 14 years. Marimba Ani holds a BA degree in philosophy from the University of Chicago, and the MA and Ph.D. degrees in anthropology from the Graduate Faculty of the New School University. She is Professor of Afrikan Studies in the Department of Black and Puerto Rican Studies at Hunter College in New York City. Her daughter Dzifa graduated in May of 1999 from Howard University with a BS degree in biology.

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INFO: WOMEN IN WAR > from Our Weekly

More deadly than the male

Apr 08, 2010

Gregg Reese  

OW Staff Writer

Women combatants in war then and now

When the Himalayan peasant meets the he-bear in his pride, He shouts to scare the monster, who will often turn aside. But the she-bear thus accosted rends the peasant tooth and nail. For the female of the species is more deadly than the male. —from Rudyard Kipling’s “The Female of the Species,” 1911.


Greek mythology includes the tale of how Achilles’ mother attempted to save him from the call to arms for the Trojan War by dressing him in women’s clothes. His true gender was revealed when Odysseus, disguised as a peddler, brought out feminine attire, jewelry, and a shield and spear for sell, and Achilles went directly to the armaments. 

The 1996 Emmy award winning PBS series “The Great War and the Shaping of the 20th Century” documented the origins of psychology by recalling the introduction of “the talking cure” to World War I combat veterans to heal their mangled psyches.  As part of their rehabilitation, they engaged in such feminine past times as basket weaving and knitting, before progressing on to the more “manly” pursuits of handling fire arms and martial pursuits. Throughout history, the enterprise of settling intra-national disputes has been considered the bastion of masculinity.

Perhaps this reservation of warfare to the dominion of men came about out of necessity. Men after all, cannot give birth, and to counterbalance their exclusion from this specialized function, they assumed the role of defender and took up the science of arms. Since facility with ancient armaments necessitated upper body strength, it might also be argued that this was a natural progression in the division of labor (although the advent of modern technology has made physical strength less of an advantage in contemporary warfare).

And yet, women still played a part in the conduct of warfare, if only through the provision of food, medical assistance, and supplies (an old, unwritten military adage states that if you kill an army’s support, you defeat the enemy). Traditional thinking allows that this is the natural order of things, because of the natural aggression (in men) and passivity (in women); modern feminists however might argue that these traits have been reinforced via cultural conditioning over generations. 

At any rate, women’s involvement in this most violent of civilization’s activities was traditionally regarded as an adjunct to warfare.   

Twentieth century military doctrine changed dramatically as the phenomenon of asymmetrical warfare took hold, displacing the idea of a traditional “front” of the battlefield where  most of the hostilities could be expected to take place. Virtually all of America’s opponents since World War II have been inferior in terms of resources and numbers of personnel they brought to the conflict, which dictated different tactics.

This, along with the trend toward guerrilla warfare and a desire to even the odds  has meant that traditional noncombatants (i.e. women) would not be safe simply because they were stuck “in the rear.”

Warrior queens

Although warfare has traditionally been men’s domain and the foremost stage on which to assert one’s masculinity, women regularly stepped outside of their assigned roles. Norse mythology nurtured sagas of the Valkyries, female warriors appointed to determine which Vikings would die in battle, and be allowed passage to Valhalla (heaven), where they would feast at an eternal banquet drinking mass quantities of beer provided by their female hosts. 

The Greeks spun tales of the Amazons, a nation of all-female warriors, who cut off their breasts to facilitate better use of their long bows, spears, and swords and participated in the Trojan War.   

These legendary figures had their real life counterparts across the globe, most notably in Africa, where the Dahomean Kingdom in what is now the modern Republic of Benin was distinguished by its legendary warrior class of women soldiers, whose bravery and skill at battle rivaled their male counterparts. European colonialists who, encountered them starting in the 1600s, were so impressed with their martial proficiency that they dubbed the women Amazons as an homage to the mythological tribe of Grecian lore.
 In sharp contrast to conventional gender specialization, training (in coordination with the tenants of the Polytheistic Vodun religion now known in the Western Hemisphere as Voodoo) was geared to enhance the aggressive traits desired for combat. As slavery proliferated, the fighters acquired western firearms and achieved a legendary reputation for their militaristic prowess. This status continued until the dawn of the 20th Century, when they faced off against France’s Third Republic in the Franco-Dahomean War. They were eventually overcome by the deployment of the French Foreign Legion and the introduction of a new weapon— the machine gun. Afterwards, Legionnaires gave testimonials about the fierceness of their female opponents.

Another notable tradition involves the lineage of Nubian warrior queens in the ancient empire of Kush in what is now northern Sudan. These monarchs held the title of Kandake, or “Candace” (from which is derived the present day feminine name), and successfully faced down the Roman Empire during the latter’s attempt to expand its dominion onto the African continent, after it appropriated Egypt during the time of Cleopatra (30 BC).
 

Wall relief sculptures and frescos from this period depict massive, bejeweled women brandishing weapons to dispatch unwanted intruders. Archaeologists and scholars have only recently begun to unravel the history behind these sovereigns of antiquity, but evidence suggests that the famous Queen of Sheba may have been a Candace. Another ruler, Candace the Queen of Ethiopia and a renowned military tactician and field commander, is referenced in the book of Acts (8:27). 

In the New World, Jamaica includes among its national heroes the “Obeah woman” (specializing in folk magic and sorcery) of Ashanti descent, one Nanny of the Maroons, renowned for her expertise in guerrilla warfare against  Britain in the 1700s. Nanny used her organizational skills to lead the resistance in the Blue Mountains and to free slaves. In doing so, she transitioned from historical figure to character of folklore and legend, revered as “Granny Nanny,” a mythic Voodoo Priestess. Today, her portrait adorns that country’s $500 bill.

African women also  exercised their military prowess throughout the 1800s and into the early 20th Century in opposition to European slave traders. The Herero tribes’ women of present-day Namibia were documented fighting German soldiers as late as 1919 in the 20th Century’s first genocide. The Herero lost some 65,000 people to the German Empire in a prelude to the World War II Holocaust.
 

Militarized femininity

Revolutionary war, as the Algerian people is waging it, is a total war in which the woman does not merely knit for or mourn the soldier. The Algerian woman is at the heart of  combat. Arrested, tortured, raped and shot down she testifies to the violence of the occupier and to his inhumanity. -Frantz Fanon                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                   

While the integration of female troops into the military services of the industrialized West has stirred up no end of controversy within the media and civilian populace, it certainly has not inhibited recruitment among America’s opposing forces. The Russians enforced no gender restrictions within its sniper corps (sharpshooters trained to eliminate targets from long distances with high-precision rifles) during World War II. Lyudmila Pavlichenko and Nina Lobkovskaya were among them, ending the war with 309 and 308 German kills respectively.

Algerian women played a pivotal role in that country’s struggle for independence from the French during the 1950s. Law student Zohra Drif distinguished herself by planting bombs in the Casbah, the Arab section of Algiers for the National Liberation Front while attending that city’s university. Later a prominent lawyer and member of the nation’s Senate, she recently has been sought out as a news commentator by agencies seeking to draw parallels between the conflict of her youth and the contemporary American experience in Iraq. 

Ethnically, a North African of Arab descent, Drif used her blond tresses and European features to evade French forces during the execution of her duties; a fact which brings up the stereotype of female coercion as a weapon. Media images have enhanced the real life manifestation of the femme fatale like Marta Hari of World War I fame, popularized in cinema and popular culture. 

These individuals from recent history negate arguments against inclusion of women in the military for their own protection. One argument in favor of conscription of female soldiers is the fact that their “otherness” allows them to perform tasks that would be difficult (if not impossible) for their male counterparts to perform. This includes espionage work and conducting weapons searches on their opposing female counterparts.

Given it’s stance on coed educational opportunities, stanchions on immodest dress, and other gender-specific restrictions, Islam to most westerners would not be considered a platform for feminist empowerment, which makes the growing trend utilizing female suicide bombers all the more curious. This may be attributed once again to expediency and the tactical advantages their femininity affords. The burqa, the loose covering donned to hide a woman’s body,  is quite useful in concealing bombs and other contraband while out in public doing the will of Allah. 

Victims to victimizers

Much of the press coverage from Africa focuses on the human rights transgressions occurring in places like Sudan, including the systemic rape and mutilation of women in the Dafur region by mounted Arab tribesmen of irregular militia called the Janjaweed (roughly translated as ‘Devils on Horseback’). Given the instability that is a norm for many areas on the continent in the post-colonial era, episodes of sexual victimization and outright murder have been replicated throughout the 50 odd states it comprises. Women’s roles in these conflicts have  traditionally been that of camp followers or auxiliary support, if not outright victims, but the realities of combat has begun to blur these distinctions as females take up arms to replace male casualties in places like Somalia and Uganda. Originally conscribed as gender-specific labor, many of these newly promoted combatants have discovered a sense of control and power along with their newly acquired weapons, in much the same way that arms bearing has been a badge of masculinity for generations. 

This elevation of status has come full circle in a grotesque way, as female soldiers and political leaders have committed the same sort of atrocities perpetrated by men throughout the annals of warfare. Female members of Uganda’s Lord’s Resistance Army (LRA) have been noted for tying the testicles of their captures to motorbikes, then roaring off to leave the hapless victims bleeding to death. Former Rwandan Minister for Women’s Affairs Pauline Nyiramasuhuko, AKA the ‘Mother of Atrocities’ is now on trial before the International Criminal Tribunal for Rwanda (ICTR) in the Hague, Netherlands for ordering the rape of Tutsi women prior to killing them in the Rwandan genocide that claimed nearly 800,000 lives.

Zimbabwe Minister of Women’s Affairs Joice Nhongo got her start as a guerilla fighter in the struggle for liberation from the White dominated government, when it was called Rhodesia. Her prowess in battle earned her the nom-de-guerre Teurai Ropa (bloodspiller) or Mrs. Spill-blood Nhongo and jump started her political career. Currently one of two vice presidents, she has been mentioned as a potential successor to infamous despot President Robert Mugabe.

Closer to home

When the subject of this article was initially discussed, an accomplished professional woman posed the question of whether women actually should or wanted to participate in combat. Arguments against it range from the physiological differences between the sexes to the notion that women are by nature less aggressive and might not “have the stomach” for the realities of combat. Here again, historical precedent belies this view, as numerous accounts among various native American Indian bands document women serving as auxiliary troops and taking an active role in torturing prisoners.

The computer science pioneer and United States Naval officer Rear Admiral Grace Hopper once remarked that the America public would never tolerate the sight of its daughters being shipped home in body bags. Indeed, the American military has been as polarized as any other armed service; its personnel make-up reflecting social changes and transitions within civilian society. As the entire country mobilized to meet the demands of a global conflict in World War II, the female population took up the slack within the manufacturing industry and conjured up the image of Rosie the Riveter, while women in uniform freed up their male counterparts for combat by working in support roles such as the medical field and ferrying new airplanes from factories. Armed strife, damaging to civilization over all, served as a liberating agent by giving these new workers  a taste of independence and a launching pad for the social progress during the remaining century.

Women pioneers in an organization devoted to violence have  been challenged by periodic defiance to their authority by subordinates, and having to “choose their battles” by ignoring snide comments while meeting other confrontations head on. 

Although the armed forces are widely considered a bastion of masculine aggression, some feminists might consider assuming the privations of war and the additional hazard of actual combat to be a necessary hurdle in their own quest for equal footing with men. Unfortunately, this also sometimes means displaying the same bad behavior.  In sharp contrast to the recently breached boundaries of gender defined role playing, one particular chapter from the coverage of Iraqi Freedom sounded a distinctly sour note.

The scandal involving tortured Iraqi prisoners by American soldiers in the Abu Ghraib prison (along with similar accusations at Cuba’s Guantanamo Detention Camp) was magnified by images of Specialist Lynndie England and other females subjecting naked Iraqi detainees to humiliation and abuse. Other reports had female interrogators agitating Muslim captives by invading their personal space while partially clothed, or donning sexy lingerie to perform “lap dances” while straddling their detainees, and fondling their genitalia to make them disclose military secrets. The stories behind these female transgressors received much more attention than the behaviors of their male counterparts, perhaps because like their terrorist contemporaries, the activities of women, positive or negative make for more compelling reading than men. Perhaps tellingly, the senior officer disciplined in this scandal, Janice Karpinski suffered the disgrace of demotion from general to colonel; an action she claimed was executed to shield her superiors from the scandal.

Abu Ghraib stands as a dubious milestone in the progression of “Militarized Femininity.” In it, we have a female commandant of an abusive prison, where three of the seven convicted of war crimes, were Caucasian female soldiers accused of sexually tormenting Brown Islamic prisoners.

U.S. Army Major General Anthony Cucolo recently generated controversy when he threatened female troops (along with their sexual partners) under his command with court martial’s if they became pregnant while deployed in a forward (combat) area. The rationale being that their necessary removal from the area would weaken personnel strength. Other sources have suggested birth control be mandatory (female troops in that theatre of war have reported the voluntary use of Depo-Provera, a contraceptive). The general has since backed off,  in the wake of public out cry. In this episode, once again emerges the dilemma of blurring gender and the specification of male/female duties.  Presently, women are excluded from combat specific classifications, although they regularly assume support roles, which account for more than half the casualty rates in most large-scale conflicts.

Proponents of equal rights argue that exclusion from traditional male occupations, however dangerous and unpleasant the jobs, inhibits career progression and provides cannon fodder for those intent on female subjugation, while evolutionary scientists continue the claim that men are “hot-wired” to cooperate in a group setting, especially when fronted by an outside threat or other form of competition, a contention newly repeated in a 2007 article for the “Annals of the New York Academy of Sciences” journal by Mark Van Vugt. 

Equality in the civilian sector seems to be a done deal, however similar progress in the armed forces continues to be accomplished with a qualifier added.
 
 

 

(Her)story

The back story about the Tet Offensive

By Gregg Reese
OW Staff Writer

“On behalf of the soldiers and civilians of the Military Intelligence Corps, I am pleased to inform you that you have been selected for induction into the Military Intelligence Corps Hall of Fame. This distinct honor recognizes your outstanding contributions to our Corps and the United States Army.”  —from the formal invitation to the MI (Military Intelligence) Hall of Fame.

Arguments against the female participation in the military have ranged from the pragmatic to the absurd as factions debate everything from the availability of flak jackets tailored to fit buxom women, to whether jet cockpits can accommodate the wider hips of female pilots. Female draftees into the Swedish Army have complained of poorly designed government issued brassieres that come apart during field exercises and catch fire easily, causing injuries by melting onto the recruit’s skin (see “’Flammable’ bras hold back Swedish female conscripts,” from the Sept. 22, 2009 issue of “The Local: Sweden’s news in English”).
Traditionally women have been entrusted with the management of the wounded in keeping with the nurturing associated with their gender. Men charged with chronicling major events, and glamorizing the execution of strategic gamesmanship reserve historical immortality to the male military and political figures that dominate history. Incidents of women--especially Black women--who successfully step outside their prescribed roles, therefore, are noteworthy, as in this case involving a little known episode of the Vietnam War.

Doris Allen enlisted in the army on the eve of the Korean Conflict in 1950. The Tuskegee grad and former school teacher looked forward to a change of pace and a chance to travel on Uncle Sam’s dime, choosing to work her way up the ranks instead of opting for a commission like her sister Jewel. Despite the prevailing racial attitudes of the times, she persevered and took the opportunities afforded her. She enjoyed her duties as an editor and journalist for the armed forces in Japan, as well as assignments organizing entertainment and serving as a public information officer. Even after availing herself of all the correspondence courses and avenues for advancement offered by the military, Allen felt stymied in her efforts for a promotion and was elated when she was chosen for foreign language training and acceptance into the prisoner of war (POW) interrogation school and eventual promotion to Specialist Seventh Class (Sp-7). 

In short order she volunteered for duty in Vietnam as an intelligence analyst and found herself in the sweltering confines of Saigon and the logistics facilities in Long Binh, then the largest Army base in the world, home to some 50,000 troops. Periodically Allen traveled outside the compound and recalls the respect the native people showed her despite the presence of “cowboys”--Vietnamese thugs on motorbikes ready to snatch bags and other valuables from unsuspecting Americans. Spec. 7 Allen safeguarded her briefcase with the .45 pistol she was issued. However even in a war zone, episodes popped up to remind Allen of her status as a Black woman and the turmoil simmering elsewhere within American society. 

Among her responsibilities as an E-7 (enlisted rank, seventh grade with the highest being E-9) was supervision of processing POWs at the nearby Long Binh Jail (coined the “LBJ” as a snide reference to President Lyndon Baines Johnson). This was an eight-acre compound which housed captured Vietnamese, and was a stockade for the U.S.’s own malcontents and criminals, whose population at times was 90% Black (indicative of the racism flourishing at the time). In August of 1968, racial tensions boiled over into a landmark riot resulting in one death and 59 injured, driving home the fact that, in Allen’s words, “racism was not dead.”

In late 1967, during the course of her duties Allen noticed a pattern in which enemy caches of 122mm rockets had been discovered at specific intervals around the Long Binh perimeter. This and other indicators led her to suspect that a major offensive was forth coming, and she summarized her thoughts in a report titled “50,000 Chinese” which was passed on to a succession of sergeants, captains, majors, and colonels. It received a mixed reception from her superiors at division level or higher, who didn’t quite know what to make of it. Very soon her intuition would be confirmed as Tet, marking the arrival of spring and the most popular holiday in the Vietnamese culture approached.

On January 30, 1968, some 80,000 plus North Vietnamese Army (NVA) troops along with guerilla elements of the Viet Cong (VC) launched a coordinated attack on more than 100 targets throughout South Vietnam. This action, which came to be known as the Tet Offensive, captivated the global media and seriously eroded American morale. It also highlighted the failure of the American high command to recognize the changing enemy strategy. Virtually all key military and political figures were surprised by the intensity, coordination and timing of the attack, especially during that nation’s most important celebration.

Using the same tactics which undermined the French in the landmark 1954 battle of Dien Bien Phu, Vo Nguyen Giap, the most prominent Vietnamese military commander besides Ho Chi Minh, began a January 21 artillery assault on the Marine base at Khe Sanh. This was possibly done to draw American attention away from the real focus of the offensive--major cities such as Saigon, where the American Embassy was nearly captured, and Hu?, which was overrun and occupied by the Communists who massacred more than 2,000 including German missionaries, before the Marines recaptured it on March 3. These events soured the American public, which was accustomed to dispatches describing the enemy as demoralized and on the verge of collapse. This was followed up by General William Westmoreland’s request for an additional 200,000 troops from a military spread thin by commitments in Europe and other crisis areas in the Cold War.

Secretary of Defense Robert S. McNamara, the head of the armed forces who waged war using the tenets of “policy analysis” that dominates business theory and public policy today, tendered his resignation on February 28. That following March 31, President Johnson shocked the nation with the announcement that he would not seek re-election.

Today, the Tet Offensive is seen as the turning point of the Vietnam War, and alternately seen as a military victory for the U.S. and its allies. It is also viewed as a political triumph for their communist foes because they permanently undermined the American psyche and willingness to fight. The VC were essentially crushed, and would not be a tangible factor for the remainder of the conflict, but the NVA, in spite of suffering some 32,000 deaths in a matter of eight months (compared to 1,100 for the U.S.), secured entry into the Paris Peace Talks that eventually stopped the bloodshed and sent American troops home. Ho, Giap and their comrades proved that they could sustain astronomical casualties, while demonstrating to the Americans that defeating them would require a sacrifice in lives and resources that the folks back home would not accept.

Subsequent military histories including the Naval Historical Center have acknowledged that flawed intelligence collection along with shoddy interpretation of this data including Allen’s report are largely responsible for the American military not being fully prepared. The predictions made by Allen in her report surely would have assisted in better preparation for the attack, and might possibly have changed the course of the war even though the American’s gained a tactical victory. In retrospect, Allen thinks her concerns may have been glossed over because of her race and/or gender. Although her efforts were not always taken seriously, she received validation in the form of a Bronze Star and a promotion to Warrant Officer (distinguished from regular commissioned officers in that they are specialists who are experts in a given field) upon her return to the states. During the remainder of her military career she continued her work in interrogation, and served as a counterintelligence agent in the US and Germany. After her retirement she earned a doctorate and pursued a second career as a psychologist in Oakland.

Allen notes similarities between our present conflict in Afghanistan and her experiences decades ago in Indochina. Understandably proud of President Barack Obama, she told Our Weekly that she “loves him to death,” but says that he inherited a war that is not being fought correctly. In addition to the issues of not being allowed to fight the way they were trained (reminiscent of Vietnam), today’s service members suffer the additional burden of unresolved racial challenges and problems stemming from biases involving gender and sexual orientation.

In June 2009, Allen received a final tribute to her military accomplishments with an induction into the Military Intelligence Hall of Fame at Fort Huachuca, Arizona, some 20 years after she was originally nominated. She is the second African American woman to be so honored, following in the footsteps of Mary Elizabeth Bowser, who served as a Union spy while a servant in the home of Jefferson Davis, president of the confederacy during the Civil War--another forgotten chapter in the “Herstory” of African American women in America.

INTERVIEW: Grace Jones: 'God I'm scary. I'm scaring myself' > from The Guardian

Grace Jones: 'God I'm scary. I'm scaring myself'

Pop's formidable diva talks sex, slaps and annoying copycats (that's you, Lady Gaga)

Simon Hattenstone

Simon Hattenstone

The Guardian, Saturday 17 April 2010

Grace Jones

'I think the scary character comes from male authority within my religious family.' Photograph: Gustavo Papaleo

Three bottles of red wine, a platter of sushi and four dozen oysters are lined up waiting for her, but still there is no sign of Grace Jones. We've been warned. Jones keeps Jamaica time. She doesn't appear in daylight. This is Graceland, and in Graceland only one person dictates the terms. Six pm turns into 7pm. We're in a freezing, underground car park turned exhibition space. Seven pm turns into 8pm, and now the stories are coming thick and fast. There was the time Jones kept David Bailey waiting a whole day, or was it two? Eventually, she calls and her manager Brendan screams down the phone at her: "GET HERE NOW, YOU BITCH!" Eight pm turns into 9pm.

She once appeared during the day for Breakfast TV, her make-up artist Terry says. "She said, 'Darling, you're ruining my reputation, you know I'm a vampire.' " How did she look by day? "Quite surreal. Like she doesn't really belong. She definitely belongs to the night."

As a supermodel, pop star, Bond girl, artistic muse and artwork in herself, Jones is a one-off. Photographers and artists love working with her. Andy Warhol's Grace Jones – all red lipstick, fierce flat-top and pink backdrop – is one of his last great portraits. Helmut Newton wrapped her in the arms of Dolf Lundgren to recreate Adam and Eve as a modern-day designer muscle couple. Keith Haring body-painted her into a parody Masai warrior. Perhaps most famously of all, Jean-Paul Goude shot her as a rippling racehorse – virtually naked, standing on one leg, bronzed and oiled, microphone in one hand, right leg raised at 90 degrees to meet her right arm – it is an astonishing image, albeit famously faked.

Now she is working with Chris Levine, another artist straddling sculpture and photography. In the corner of the room is a huge multicoloured image of Jones with her eyes shut. Stand at different distances and angles, and the image changes. This 3D photograph, made up of 30 images of Jones hit by lasers, has the wizardry of a hologram and the humanity of a classic portrait – Madame Tussauds meets Irving Penn.

Nine pm turns into 10pm. Shoots with Jones are always like this. And yet there is something about her. People are prepared to wait. Two years ago she made her first studio album in 19 years. One of the team talks about all the people she's turned down as collaborators – including Lady Gaga. Not up to it, thinks Jones (of which more later).

At 10.03pm the doors burst open. A huge trunk is carried in. Then another. And another. Jones has brought her entire wardrobe – and then some. It turns out she stopped at her favourite Issey Miyake store on the way – they opened up specially so she could raid. "Finally!" she says, looking round the room as if we're the ones who have kept her waiting all these hours.

Jones is 61 now, but could pass for someone in her 30s. Her skin is extraordinary. Soft, shiny and muscly. She's wearing a ridiculous outfit – huge ski boots, tight jesterish jumpsuit, clashing socks, sable fur hoodie – and looks magnificent. Her bad manners should make me want to slap her, but I feel surprisingly well disposed towards her. Anyway, in Graceland it's Jones who gets to do the slapping, as I'm about to find out. Despite all her achievements, she's still best known in the UK for hitting TV chatshow host Russell Harty when he turned his back on her.

It's getting on for midnight, she's on the red wine and is starting to come to life. I'm looking at her clothes admiringly, and she's encouraging me to try them on. "We're all a bit woo," she says. "I love cross-dressers."

Terry is painting her face, and she's talking 13 to the dozen. Conversation with Jones is a pinball game – ping, ping, ping, then it's gone. So we ping from beatings to drug busts and Brittany oysters within seconds and back again.

She's looking at herself in the mirror. Her face is as fearsome as it is beautiful, especially fully made up. Did she consciously created an image to go with the face? "No. I think the scary character comes from male authority within my religious family. They had that first, and subliminally I took that on. I was shit scared of them."

Jones grew up in Jamaica among a family of leaders – on one side there were pentecostal ministers, on the other politicians. In her early years she was brought up by grandparents because her parents had moved to the US. Her step-grandad, she says, was ferocious. He used to beat her at the least opportunity. "Sometimes we'd have to climb a tree and pick our own whips to be disciplined with. When you had to pick your own whip, you knew you were in for it." Could she pick a tiny one? "No, you had to pick a proper whip, take the leaves off and fftttt ffffttt." The wind whistles through her teeth. How old was she? "I guess I was six years old. I thought everybody had the same."

At 12, she went to live with her parents in the US. She showed a talent for languages and hoped to be a Spanish teacher, but discovered she preferred theatre and rebellion to school and God. Could she ever have been a serious woman of the church? "No, never. I made a special effort not to be." And how. She took drugs, took her clothes off, got into all sorts of trouble. Were her parents embarrassed? "Of course." Ashamed? "Totally." At what? "What d'you mean at what?" She raises her voice, affronted. "I get on stage, show my tits. I do crazy things. I get arrested." For what? "This girl set me up with cocaine. It was such a tiny amount that the judge laughed it out of court. Not even a cockroach could get high on that, the judge said." How old was she then? "I don't know. I don't count! I don't count! I just know it happened when I was recording in Jamaica, and the girl that was running the studio was in love with my boyfriend and she wanted me out of the way."

Who was he? "He was a Jamaican guy. My Jamaican Guy is not named after him." Who was it named after? "A guy called Tyrone who was with the Wailers. But I couldn't have him because he was with somebody else. He was a beautiful guy. He doesn't even know I wrote it about him." She laughs. "Well, he'll know now."

In New York, she hung out with Warhol and the Factory crowd. "I'd go every day, have lunch, just chat. Andy wanted to know everything that was going on. We were just this group of people who loved the arts and the art world. I was modelling and had started singing."

In the early 70s, it was the boys (Bowie, Bolan, Iggy) who glamorised androgyny. But by the late 70s Jones was outdoing them. She exuded both grace and menace, femininity and masculinity, and of course sexuality. Helmut Newton adored her – from a distance. "When I was modelling, he would call me all the time to work and then, when I got there, he would say, 'Oh my God, I forgot you don't have big tits', and send me back. Then we ended up working together quite a lot, and my tits didn't matter any more because he loved my legs. Hehehehe!"

Jones had always hated her thin legs. At school, she was mocked for them. Look how skinny my ankles are, she says today – I can circle them with my thumb and forefinger. Her arms, she says, are a totally different proposition.

"Can I feel your muscles?"

"Sure," she says.

I'm shocked – she really is ripped.

"Ehehehehe! Chchchch! Ahahahaha." She has got a great laugh – like a manic rooster. And still she's going. "Chchchhahahaha." Just as I'm beginning to worry she's suffocating, she calms down. "When I started modelling, I'd raise my arms and it was all muscle and all the other models had nothing. Really, everybody thought I was a man. I don't have to do much to have muscles. It's just genetic."

Jones has always been a woman of extremes: the body, the laughter, the four dozen oysters a day, the drugs. "I once took acid for three days. It was called the super-trip pill, STP, yeah they don't do that any more." Were there bad effects? "No, but I was under doctors' care. It was done for experiment, not for partying. Mind-opening. That was the way to take it. If you take it just for partying, that's when it goes pear-shaped."

Throughout, she was determined to be open with her parents about what she was and what she had become. "I did not make an effort to make everything pretty for them. I showed them the worst, and I thought if they could accept the worst… I don't like people who hide things. We're not perfect, we all have things that people might not like to see, and I like to show my faults."

Gradually, her parents did learn to accept the worst. "My dad had become a bishop, and I found out he was carrying pictures of me in his wallet, showing off quietly. And when I first did Merv Griffin..."

Who's Merv Griffin? She looks aghast. "You don't know who Merv Griffin was? He was a very big talkshow host in America. That is really bad." I hold out my hand for a reproving slap. But that won't do. "That is not a slap on the hand. That's a bend over. Wahahahahahahah!" So I do as I'm told. Thwack. Thwack . Thwack. Thwack. "Now go on the internet and look under Griffin – he was as big as Johnny Carson. You're lucky I've not got my whip! My hands were cold, so that heats them up a bit. Good for circulation. And the red wine."

Did her mother and father ever tell her they were proud? "Yes. It took a while. The thing is, as leaders in the church, they were pressured by everyone else to shun me. You know what shun means?"

"I'm afraid I do."

"Ach, I can't get you on that one," she says disappointed.

In the early 80s, she had hits with songs that fused disco, funk, soul, reggae and downright dirtiness – Pull Up to The Bumper must be the most suggestive song of all time. It was in 1981 that she hit Harty on television. Was there any aspect of theatre to it? "No, I wasn't acting. Absolutely not. Did I look as if I was acting?" It's a rhetorical question. Did Harty ever apologise? "No, he just wanted me back on his show for the ratings." But she told him he was rude and had no intention of returning. Was the incident good for her career? She shakes her head. "No, it helped the notorious part, but it didn't help my career. Everybody went away from me. Everybody. The record company, everybody. 'We don't know her, forget her, she's ruined it for all our other artists, she's never going to get on another show.' It was a big stink until the press came out positive on my behalf. And I saw them change on a dime."

She did not make a new record for so long because there was nothing she wanted to do. Actually, she says, she did complete an album, but she couldn't stand it, so she just buried it without a release. Any number of artists have asked to collaborate with her. Was Lady Gaga one of them?

"I just don't play with other acts as a rule," she says, with rare discretion.

What does she think of her? "I really don't think of her at all. I go about my business."

Has she copied her? "Well, you know, I've seen some things she's worn that I've worn, and that does kind of piss me off."

Is she talented? "I wouldn't go to see her."

So, did she ask to play with her? "Yes, she did, but I said no. I'd just prefer to work with someone who is more original and someone who is not copying me, actually."

Of what is she most proud? "My son," she says instantly. Paolo is a member of her band, and the product of her relationship with Goude.

Earlier in the day, Chris Levine had told me he was surprised by Jones's sensitivity, because he expected to meet a 10ft man-eater. Is she as voracious as the image would have us believe? "What d'you mean?" she demands. "Do I love sex? I love sex. Absolutely. It's very relaxing. Very good for stress."

Has she had relationships only with men? "I love women, but I've never had a relationship with a woman. Having a threesome is fun, but never a relationship. I like to experiment, and as an actress I  always thought it's good to be open about a lot of things."

She drinks her wine through a straw so as not to mess up her lips. Does she think she has changed over the years? "Of course I've changed. I'm not as impatient as I used to be. I used to hit people if I didn't like what they were saying. Just lash out. Bam – shut up! Hahahah! I was terrible."

But physically she's remarkably unchanged. She has not had plastic surgery, and never will. "Absolutely not. I would not cut myself." Her hair is greying a little at the sides, but that's the only giveaway. Will she ever look like an old woman? "No. No. My mom is 80 and doesn't have a line."

In the old days, the rumour was that Jones lived on cocaine and oysters. These days, her friends say, she sticks to red wine, sushi and oysters, and that's the secret of her endless youth. She laughs when I mention it, and says I've got it all wrong. "You don't do oysters and red wine together. That's a no-no, you just don't do that. I love a nice white wine with oysters. If you notice, I'm not eating oysters yet. I have oysters for energy, oysters also take you out of depression. It's an aphrodisiac, sweetheart. Didn't you know that? You have four dozen, sweetie, and you will be running around looking for anything hot! Bring 'em on! Woooooooo-ooooh! You'll be howling at the moon."

Her face is almost complete. She looks in the mirror and compliments the make-up artist. "God, I'm scary. I'm scaring myself. It's great! That's beautiful."

Two am, and she's in the swing of things now. The lights are turned low, the wine is flowing, Michael Jackson is blasting out of the speakers, and Jones is grooving, pouting, singing and flaunting, as the photographer clicks away. She changes from one outfit to another, and shows no sign of slowing up.

At 3am, I call it a day. I suppose it's a stamina thing – some people have it, some don't. She looks genuinely sorry that I'm leaving her party early. But by the time I'm at the door, she's dancing, preening and posing again, and I'm a distant memory. She really is a force of nature. A phenomenon. The pensionable vampire is in her element, and she's not even on to the oysters yet.

• Stillness At The Speed Of Light, an exhibition of Chris Levine's 3D holographic portraits of Grace Jones, is at the Vinyl Factory, London W1, from 29 April-May 13. Grace Jones plays the Royal Albert Hall, London SW7, on 26 April.

Grace Jones (top) wears bolero top, by Issey Miyake, isseymiyake.co.jp. Make-up: Terry Barber, Mac Artists. Set designs: Emma Roach. Stylist assistant: Alison Russell. Hair: Comfort, LA.

 

OP-ED: Death From On High—The View from Mount Olympus > from TomDispatch

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[Book Notes for TomDispatch Readers: A number of you were frustrated when this site posted a remarkable piece by Michelle Alexander, “The New Jim Crow,” and her book of the same name promptly sold out.  For those who still want a copy, a new printing is now in and available at Amazon.  While you’re at it, don’t miss Alexander’s riveting appearance on Bill Moyers Journal two weeks ago, which can be viewed by clicking here.  And don’t miss another TD favorite, Andrew Bacevich, who appeared on the Moyers show last Friday to discuss the debacle that is our Afghan War.  That appearance represented, by the way, the first brief roll-out of Bacevich’s new book, Washington Rules: America’s Path to Permanent War (about which TD readers will hear much more on its publication in August).  Finally, one more book recommendation:  Americans know little about Kashmir, a wounded land claimed by both India and Pakistan, which may be the key to war or peace in South Asia.  Anyone interested in a deeply personal account of life in Kashmir in these last difficult decades might consider picking up Basharat Peer’s moving account, Curfewed Nights: One Kashmiri Journalist's Frontline Account of Life, Love, and War in His Homeland.  Tom]

Gods and Monsters
Fighting American Wars From On High

By Tom Engelhardt

The Greeks had it right.  When you live on Mount Olympus, your view of humanity is qualitatively different.  The Greek gods, after all, lied to, stole from, lusted for, and punished humanity without mercy, while taking the planet for a spin in a manner that we mortals would consider amoral, if not immoral.  And it didn’t bother them a bit.  They felt -- so Greek mythology tells us -- remarkably free to intervene from the heights in the affairs of whichever mortals caught their attention and, in the process, to do whatever took their fancy without thinking much about the nature of human lives.  If they sometimes felt sympathy for the mortals whose lives they repeatedly threw into havoc, they were incapable of real empathy.  Such is the nature of the world when your view is the Olympian one and what you see from the heights are so many barely distinguishable mammals scurrying below.  The details of their petty lives naturally blur and seem less than important.

In the last week, we’ve seen -- literally viewed -- a modern example of what it means in our day to act from the heights, and we’ve read about another striking example of the same.  The website WikiLeaks released a decrypted July 2007 video of two U.S. Apache helicopters attacking Iraqis on a street in Baghdad.  At least 12 Iraqis, including two employees of the news agency Reuters, a photographer and his driver, were killed in the incident, and two children in the vehicle of a good Samaritan who stopped to pick up casualties and died in the process, were also wounded.

Without a doubt, that video is a remarkable 17-minute demo of how to efficiently slaughter tiny beings milling about below.  There is no way American helicopter crews could know just who was walking down there -- Sunni or Shiite, insurgent or shopper, Baghdadis with intent to harm Americans or Baghdadis paying little attention to two of the helicopters then so regularly buzzing the city.  Were they killers, guards, bank clerks, unemployed idlers, Baathist Party members, religious fanatics, café owners?  Who could tell from such a height?  But the details mattered little.

The Reuters cameraman crouches behind a building looking, camera first, around a corner, and you hear an American in an Apache yell, “He’s got an RPG!” -- mistaking his camera with its long-range lens for a rocket-propelled grenade launcher.  The pilot, of course, doesn’t know that it’s a Reuters photographer down there.  Only we do.  (And when his death did become known, the military carefully buried the video.)

Along with that video comes a soundtrack in which you hear the Americans check out the rules of engagement (ROE), request permission to fire, and banter about the results.  ("Hahaha. I hit 'em"; "Oh yeah, look at those dead bastards..."; and of the two wounded children, “Well, it’s their fault bringing their kids into a battle.”)  Such callous chit-chat is explained away in media articles here by the need for “psychological distance” of those whose job it is to kill, but in truth that’s undoubtedly the way you talk when you, and only you, have god-like access to the skies and can hover over the rest of humanity, making preparations to wipe out lesser beings.

Similarly, in pre-dawn darkness on February 12th in Paktia Province, eastern Afghanistan, a U.S. Special Operations team dropped from the skies into a village near Gardez.  There, in a world that couldn’t be more distant from their lives, possibly using an informant’s bad tip, American snipers on rooftops killed an Afghan police officer (“head of intelligence in one of Paktia’s most volatile districts”), his brother, and three women -- a pregnant mother of 10, a pregnant mother of six, and a teenager.  They then evidently dug the bullets out of the women’s bodies, bound and gagged their bodies, and filed a report claiming that the dead men were Taliban militants who had murdered the women -- “honor killings” -- before they arrived. (This was how the American press, generally reliant on military handouts, initially reported the story.)

Recently, in the face of some good on-the-spot journalism by an unembedded British reporter, this cover-up story ingloriously disintegrated, while U.S. military spokespeople retreated step by step in a series of partial admissions of error, leading to an in-person apology, including the sacrifice of a sheep and $30,000 in compensation payments.

Ceremonial Evisceration

Both incidents elicited shock and anger from critics of American war policies.  And both incidents are shocking.  Probably the most shocking aspect of them, however, is just how humdrum they actually are, even if the public release of video of such events isn’t.  Start with one detail in those Afghan murders, reported in most accounts but little emphasized: what the Americans descended on was a traditional family ceremony.  More than 25 guests had gathered for the naming of a newborn child. 

In fact, over these last nine-plus years, Afghan (and Iraqi) ceremonies of all sorts have regularly been blasted away.  Keeping a partial tally of wedding parties eradicated by American air power at TomDispatch.com, I had counted five such "incidents" between December 2001 and July 2008.  (A sixth in July 2002 in which possibly 40 Afghan wedding celebrants died and many more were wounded has since come to my attention, as has a seventh in August 2008.)  Nor have other kinds of rites where significant numbers of Afghans gather been immune from attack, including funerals, and now, naming ceremonies.  And keep in mind that these are only the reported incidents in a rural land where much undoubtedly goes unreported.

Similarly, General Stanley McChrystal, the commander of U.S. forces in Afghanistan, recently expressed surprise at a tally since last summer of at least 30 Afghans killed and 80 wounded at checkpoints when U.S. soldiers opened fire on cars.  He said: “We have shot an amazing number of people, but to my knowledge, none has ever proven to be a threat.”  Or consider 36-year-old Mohammed Yonus, a popular imam of a mosque on the outskirts of Kabul, who was killed in his car this January by fire from a passing NATO convoy, which considered his vehicle “threatening.”  His seven-year-old son was in the back seat.

Or while on the subject of Reuters employees, recall reporter Mazen Tomeizi, a Palestinian producer for the al-Arabiya satellite network of Dubai, who was killed on Haifa Street in central Baghdad in September 2004 by a U.S. helicopter attack.  He was on camera at the time and his blood spattered the lens.  Seif Fouad, a Reuters cameraman, was wounded in the same incident, while a number of bystanders, including a girl, were killed.  Or remember the 17 Iraqi civilians infamously murdered when Blackwater employees in a convoy began firing in Nissour Square in Baghdad on September 16, 2007.  Or the missiles regularly shot from U.S. helicopters and unmanned aerial drones into the heavily populated Shiite slum of Sadr City back in 2007-08.  Or the Iraqis regularly killed at checkpoints in the years since the invasion of 2003.  Or, for that matter, the first moments of that invasion on March 20, 2003, when, according to Human Rights Watch, “dozens” of ordinary Iraqi civilians were killed by the 50 aerial “decapitation strikes” the Bush administration launched against Saddam Hussein and the rest of the Iraqi leadership, missing every one of them.

This is the indiscriminate nature of killing, no matter how “precise” and “surgical” the weaponry, when war is made by those who command the heavens and descend, as if from Mars, into alien worlds, convinced that they have the power to sort out the good from the bad, even if they can’t tell villagers from insurgents.  Under these circumstances, death comes in a multitude of disguises -- from a great distance via cruise missiles or Predator drones and close in at checkpoints where up-armored American troops, fingers on triggers, have no way of telling a suicide car bomber from a confused or panicked local with a couple of kids in the backseat.  It comes repetitively when U.S. Special Operations forces helicopter into villages after dark looking for terror suspects based on tips from unreliable informants who may be settling local scores of which the Americans are dismally ignorant. It comes repeatedly to Afghan police or Army troops mistaken for the enemy.

It came not just to a police officer and his brother and family in Paktia Province, but to a "wealthy businessman with construction and security contracts with the nearby American base at Shindand airport" who, along with up to 76 members of his extended family, was slaughtered in such a raid on the village of Azizabad in Herat Province in August 2008.  It came to the family of Awal Khan, an Afghan army artillery commander (away in another province) whose "schoolteacher wife, a 17-year-old daughter named Nadia, a 15-year-old son, Aimal, and his brother, employed by a government department” were killed in April 2009 in a U.S.-led raid in Khost Province in Eastern Afghanistan.  (Another daughter was wounded and the pregnant wife of Khan's cousin was shot five times in the abdomen.)  It came to 12 Afghans by a roadside near the city of Jalalabad in April 2007 when Marine Special Operations forces, attacked by a suicide bomber, let loose along a ten-mile stretch of road.  Victims included a four-year-old girl, a one-year-old boy, and three elderly villagers.  According to a report by Carlotta Gall of the New York Times, a "16-year-old newly married girl was cut down while she was carrying a bundle of grass to her family's farmhouse... A 75-year-old man walking to his shop was hit by so many bullets that his son did not recognize the body when he came to the scene."

It came in November 2009 to two relatives of Majidullah Qarar, the spokesman for the Minister of Agriculture, who were shot down in cold blood in Ghazni City in another Special Operations night raid.  It came in Uruzgan Province in February 2010 when U.S. Special Forces troops in helicopters struck a convoy of mini-buses, killing up to 27 civilians, including women and children.

And it came this April 5th in an airstrike in Helmand province in southern Afghanistan in which a residence was hit and four civilians -- two women, an elderly man, and a child -- were killed along with four men, immediately identified in a NATO press release as “suspected insurgents.”  ("Insurgents were using the compound as a firing position when combined forces, unaware of the possible presence of civilians, directed air assets against it.") The usual joint investigation with Afghans has been launched and if those four men later morph into “civilians,” the usual apologies will ensue.  (Of course, “suspected insurgents,” too, can have wives, children, and elderly parents or relatives, or simply take over compounds with such inhabitants.)  And it came this Monday morning on the outskirts of Kandahar City, when U.S. troops opened fire on a bus, killing five civilians (including a woman), wounding more, and sparking angry protests.

Planetary Predators 

Whether in the skies or patrolling on the ground, Americans know next to nothing of the worlds they are passing above or through.  This is, of course, even more true of the “pilots” who fly our latest wonder weapons, the Predators, Reapers, and other unmanned drones over American battle zones, while sitting at consoles somewhere in the United States.  They are clearly engaged in the most literal of video-game wars, while living the most prosaic of god-like lives.  A sign at Creech Air Force Base in Nevada warns such a drone pilot to "drive carefully" on leaving the base after a work shift “in” Afghanistan or Iraq.  This, it says, is “the most dangerous part of your day."

One instructor of drone pilots has described this form of warfare vividly: "Flying a Predator is like a chess game... Because you have a God's-eye perspective, you need to think a few moves ahead."  However much you may “think ahead,” though, the tiny, barely distinguishable creatures you’re deciding whether to eradicate certainly don’t inhabit the same universe as you, with your looming needs, troubles, and concerns.

Here’s the fact of the matter: in the cities, towns, and villages of the distant lands where Americans tend to make war, civilians die regularly and repeatedly at our hands.  Each death may contain its own uniquely nightmarish details, but the overall story remains remarkably repetitious.  Such “incidents” are completely predictable. Even General McChrystal, determined to “protect the population” in Afghanistan as part of his counterinsurgency war, has proven remarkably incapable of changing the nature of our style of warfare.  Curtail air strikes, rein in Special Operations night attacks -- none of it will, in the long run, matter.  Put in a nutshell: If you arrive from the heavens, they will die.

Having watched the video of the death of the 22-year-old Reuters photographer Namir Noor-Eldeen in that July 2007 video, his father said: “At last the truth has been revealed, and I’m satisfied God revealed the truth... If such an incident took place in America, even if an animal were killed like this, what would they do?”

Putting aside the controversy during the 2008 presidential campaign over the hunting of wolves from helicopters in Alaska, Noor-Eldeen may not have gone far enough.  For that helicopter crew, his son was indeed the wartime equivalent of a hunted animal.  An article on the front page of the New York Times recently captured this perspective, however inadvertently, when, speaking of the CIA’s aerial war over Pakistan’s tribal borderlands, it described the Agency’s unmanned drones as “observing and tracking targets, then unleashing missiles on their quarry.”

“Quarry” has quite a straightforward definition: “a hunted animal; prey.”  Indeed, the al-Qaeda leaders, Taliban militants, and local civilians in the region are all “prey” which, of course, makes us the predators. That the majority of drones cruising those skies 24/7 and repeatedly launching their Hellfire missiles are named “Predators” should, then, come as no surprise.

Americans are unused to being the prey in war and so essentially incapable of imagining what that actually means, day in, day out, year after year.  We prefer to think of their deaths as so many accidents or mistakes -- “collateral damage” -- when they are the norm, not the exception, not what’s collateral in such wars.  We prefer to imagine ourselves bringing the best (of values and intentions) to a backward, ignorant world and so invariably make ourselves sound far kindlier than we are.  Like the gods of Olympus, we have a tendency to flatter ourselves, even as we continually remake the “rules of engagement,” those ROEs, to suit our changing tastes and needs, while creating a language of war that suits our tender sensibilities about ourselves.

In this way, for instance, assassination-by-drone has become an ever more central part of the Obama administration’s foreign and war policy, and yet the word “assassination” -- with all its negative implications, legal and otherwise -- has been displaced by the far more anodyne, more bureaucratic “targeted killing.” In a sense, in fact, what “enhanced interrogation techniques” (aka torture) were to the Bush administration, “targeted killing” is to the Obama administration.

For the gods, anything is possible.  In the language of Olympian war, for instance, even sitting at a console thousands of miles from the not-quite-humans you are preparing to obliterate can become an act worthy of Homeric praise.  As Greg Jaffe of the Washington Post reported, Colonel Eric Mathewson, the Air Force officer with the most experience with unmanned aircraft, has a new notion of “valor,” a word “which is a part of almost every combat award citation.”  "Valor to me is not risking your life,” he says. “Valor is doing what is right. Valor is about your motivations and the ends that you seek. It is doing what is right for the right reasons.” What the gods do is, by definition, glorious.

Descending From On High

And it’s not only the American way of war, but the American way of statecraft that arrives as if from the heavens, ready to impose its own definitions of the good and necessary on the world.  American officials, civilian and military, constantly fly into the embattled (and let’s be blunt: Muslim) regions of the planet to make demands, order, chide, plead, wheedle, cajole, intimidate, threaten, twist arms, and bluster to get our “allies” to do what we most want.

Our special plenipotentiaries like Richard Holbrooke do this regularly; our secretary of state follows.  Our Chairman of the Joint Chiefs, Centcom commander, and Secretary of Defense descend from the clouds on Islamabad, Kabul, or Baghdad frequently.  Our Vice President careens Iraq-wards to help mediate disputes, and even our President, the “heaviest political artillery” (as one analyst called him), recently dropped in for a six-hour visit to “Afghanistan” (actually the hanger of a large American air base and the presidential palace in Kabul).  While there -- as Americans papers reported quite proudly -- he chided and “pressed” Afghan President Hamid Karzai, offered “pointed criticism” on corruption, and delivered “a tough message.” He then returned to the U.S., only to find, to the surprise and frustration of his top officials, that Karzai -- almost immediately accused of being unstable, possibly on drugs, and prone to child-like tantrums -- responded by lashing out at his American minders.

We are, of course, the rational ones, the grown-ups, the good governance team, the incorruptible crew who bring enlightenment and democracy to the world, even if, as practical gods, in support of our Afghan war we’re perfectly willing to shore up a corrupt autocrat elsewhere who is willing to lend us an air base (for $60 million a year in rent) to haul in troops and supplies -- until he falls.

All of this is par for the course for the Olympians from North America.  It all seems normal, even benign, except in the rare moments when videos of slaughter begin to circulate.  Looked at from the ground up, however, we undoubtedly seem as petulant as the gods or demiurges of some malign religion, or as the aliens and predators of some horrific sci-fi film -- heartless and cold, unfeeling and murderous.  As Safa Chmagh, the brother of one of the Reuters employees who died in the 2007 Apache attack, reportedly said: "The pilot is not human, he's a monster. What did my brother do? What did his children do? Does the pilot accept his kids to be orphans?"

As with tales humans tell of the gods, there’s a moral here: If you want it to be otherwise, don’t descend on strange lands armed to the teeth, prepared to occupy, and ready to kill. 

Tom Engelhardt, co-founder of the American Empire Project, runs the Nation Institute's TomDispatch.com. He is the author of The End of Victory Culture, a history of the Cold War and beyond, as well as of a novel, The Last Days of Publishing. His latest book, The American Way of War (Haymarket Books), will be published in May.

[A small bow of thanks and appreciation to TomDispatch regular William Astore, who helped inspire this piece.]

Copyright 2010 Tom Engelhardt

VIDEO: “T-Shirt Travels: The Story of Second-Hand Clothes & 3rd World Debt” > from Shadow And Act

Watch “T-Shirt Travels: The Story of Second-Hand Clothes & 3rd World Debt”

Learn about how the clothing you give away to charity, ends up in a place like Zambia, in Africa, and how your selfless act actually negatively affects the local garment industries in so-called 3rd world countries. Directed by Shantha Bloemen, watch the hour-long documentary below:

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Africa: Hockey Jerseys

-- Path of Least Resistance, Cont'd

By BUNMI OLORUNTOBA

WASHINGTON DC, UNITED STATES


One of PBS'classic docs is Shantha Bloemen T-Shirt Travels: The Story of Second Hand Clothes and Third World Debt, (full doc - here, blogged here). Bonnie Allen, in the National Postdigs deeper into the sale of one particular type of used clothing -- ice hockey jerseys. The writer is on a quest to find and photograph all 30 NHL jerseys in Africa (slide show - here), but first...
Historical accounts trace the used-clothing industry back to the aftermath of the First World War when surplus military uniforms were dumped in colonial Africa. Today, almost half a billion dollars worth of second-hand clothing is imported into sub-Saharan Africa each year. The popularity is a bit surprising, given the widespread belief by many Africans that these used clothes have been stripped from the body of a dead person. The phrase "Dead White Man Clothes" is a common term in Uganda's marketplace. In Ghana, (where I spotted a Winnipeg Jets jersey in 2005) the phrase in local Twi is "obruni we wo." Translation: "a white man has died." After all, why else would anyone give up these perfectly good clothes?
Anyway the kid above rocks our NHL jersey - go Caps.
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VIDEO: Puma does the World Cup > from AFRICA IS A COUNTRY

Puma does the World Cup

April 16, 2010 · Leave a Comment

The best of the pre-World Cup commercials that I have seen thus far. It’s unashamedly about football. If you go out and buy some Puma kit, I won’t blame you. (BTW, Puma has a great site chronicling the preparations, mainly on the field, for the 2010 World Cup.) Interestingly, since Puma sponsors the other five African teams that qualified for the World Cup, South African football hardly feature.  But isn’t this Africa’s World Cup after all?

PUB: Twist In The Tale Fiction Contest

Twist in the Tale Fiction Competition
 
1st Prize: £150
2nd Prize: £100
3rd Prize:  £75
4th Prize: Creative Inspirations e-Course
 

  Closing date: April 29th 2010

  Entry Fee: £3.00 or FREE to our Premier Members

  Twist in the Tale stories are all about concealing the ending so that the reader is completely surprised by the outcome and sometimes, even with the whole story theme. Do you think you can craft a clever plot that can outwit the reader? Then why not enter our Twist in the Tale fiction competition?

Maximum word count is 1200 and stories must be typed in Times New Roman or Ariel font size 12 and 1.5 spacing.
Stories must be original and previously unpublished and entry into the competition implies acceptance to publication should your submission take 1st Prize.

  Send your submission to info@creative-competitor.co.uk or alternatively, post to this address

 

PUB: Call For Papers - Travelling South — International Society for Travel Writing

CFP: Travelling South 9/22-26; deadline 5/14

full name / name of organization: 
International Society for Travel Writing
contact email: 
admin@istw-travel.org
cfp categories: 
african-american
american
cultural_studies_and_historical_approaches
eighteenth_century
ethnicity_and_national_identity
gender_studies_and_sexuality
interdisciplinary
medieval
popular_culture
postcolonial
renaissance
romantic
travel_writing
twentieth_century_and_beyond
victorian

“Traveling South”:

The Sixth Conference

of the International Society

for Travel Writing

The International Society for Travel Writing invites you to join its sixth biennial conference at the University of South Carolina from 22-26 September 2010.

Keynote speakers:
Professor Peter Hulme (University of Essex)
Gary Younge (Brooklyn College and feature writer and columnist for the Guardian newspaper)

The conference has a special, but not exclusive, focus on “Traveling South”. Papers on this theme might address (but are not limited to) the following topics:

“South” as a contested space in travel writing / The construction of travelers’ identities through, with or against the South / “Southern” as a quality of travel writing / “South” or “Southern” as a descriptor for
place and culture in travel texts / “South” as a locus of deviance, hybridity, mutation, or decay
“South” as a locus of warmth, community, and pre-industrialism / African-American travels to, from, or within the South / “South” as destination for travel or tourism / “South” as a local, regional, national, or global term/ Souths compared: e.g. the South of one nation or region compared with that of another / The construction of gender and sexuality in travel writing of the South / Theorizing the South on the basis of travel texts and academic discourse on them

Submissions of critical papers; organizations of panels, roundtable discussions, or seminars; and readings of original travel writing, either published or in composition relating to this special theme or to
travel writing in general are welcome.

Paper abstracts should be limited to 250 words. Proposals for panels, roundtable discussions, seminars, or readings should not exceed one page. All submissions and inquiries should be made by email to admin@istw-travel.org with the subject line ‘ISTW Conference.’
NB: Papers should focus on travel writing, though they may make comparison with other forms and genres.

Abstracts and proposals should be received by 15 May 2010. Early submission is advisable as places may be limited.

The ISTW site is at: http://istw-travel.org/index.html Full membership offers approximately 25% off the journal Studies in Travel Writing.

 

PUB: The Stranger Fiction Contest

 ‘The Stranger’ Fiction Competition
1st Prize: £150
2nd Prize: £100
3rd Prize: £50

Closing Date: April 10th

Entry Fee: £3.00 or FREE to our Premier Members

To be in with a chance of winning this fiction competition, you need to be able to summon up a charismatic or strong stranger who will fit into your storyline and captivate the reader from start to finish.
Maximum word count is 2000 so take your time and bring your story to life.
Please use font Times New Roman or Ariel  – font size 12.
Ensure that the submission is well edited for obvious errors, with reasonable use of paragraphs to make the story easier to read.
Please email your story to info@creative-competitor.co.uk and state which competition you are entering in the subject line. Alternatively you can post your entry by clicking on our contact us page.