Docudharma Times Monday April 7



This is my mistake. Let me make it good

I raised the wall, and I will be the one to knock it down

Monday’s Headlines: ‘Soft money’ battle brewing : Three Days of Fire Still Seared in Witnesses’ Minds:  Olympic spirit comes to Britain: Is the food still Italian if the chef is a foreigner?: Farms raided as Mugabe incites racial tension: Darfur women still face rape risk: Sri Lankan minister among dozen killed in suicide blast at marathon:  War reporter Jon Swain pays tribute to Dith Pran: Clashes in Egypt strike stand-off: Rift widens between Iraq’s Shiites:  

Editorial

Another Test for Habeas Corpus


One of the dismal hallmarks of the Bush administration’s conduct of the war on terror has been its obsession with avoiding outside scrutiny of its actions, including by the federal courts. In particular, it has attacked habeas corpus, the guarantee that prisoners can challenge their confinement before a judge. The administration is doing so again in an important Supreme Court case concerning the habeas rights of American citizens held abroad. The justices should rule that the detainees have a right to review by a United States court.

USA

‘Soft money’ battle brewing

Millions raised; attack ads set

Four years ago, wealthy Republicans bankrolled two influential, loosely regulated political organizations that helped President Bush win reelection with TV ads invoking the 2001 terrorist attacks and maligning the Vietnam War record of Democratic nominee John F. Kerry.

Now, some of the same GOP donors and operatives are planning a similar independent group to help the party hold onto the White House this fall, according to Republicans familiar with the discussions.

Three Days of Fire Still Seared in Witnesses’ Minds

F orty years ago today, the District was emerging from three days of riots that began after the assassination of the Rev. Martin Luther King Jr.

Hundreds of stores had been looted or burned. Thousands of federal troops were standing by to prevent further disturbances. And residents had witnessed chilling scenes that would remain vivid in their minds for decades.

In April 1968, students and store owners, civil rights activists and politicians, police and firefighters had encountered a wave of rage, pent-up frustration and lawlessness that devastated the commercial strips along Seventh and 14th streets NW and H Street NE.

Europe

Olympic spirit comes to Britain

Monday, 7 April 2008

If you were on the snowy streets of London yesterday and were fortunate enough to catch a glimpse of an Olympic torchbearer carrying the sacred flame of Olympia, then count yourself lucky. Most spectators saw little more than a blur of fluorescent-yellow police jackets.

Officers were forced to surround Britain’s 80 torchbearers, who did eventually include the Chinese ambassador, with a protection ring of Olympic proportions yesterday as they wound their way through the capital, flanked by thousands of angry protesters who had descended upon London to voice their fury at China’s human rights record and Gordon Brown’s decision to receive the flame in Downing Street.

Is the food still Italian if the chef is a foreigner?

ROME: Last month, Gambero Rosso, the prestigious reviewer of restaurants and wine, sought out Rome’s best carbonara, a dish of pasta, eggs, pecorino cheese and guanciale (smoked pig cheek; for the aficionados, pancetta is not done) that defines tradition here.

In second place was L’Arcangelo, a restaurant with a head chef from India. The winner: Antico Forno Roscioli, a bakery and innovative restaurant whose chef, Nabil Hadj Hassen, arrived from Tunisia at 17 and washed dishes for a year and a half before he cooked his first pot of pasta.

“To cook is a passion,” said Hassen, now 43, who went on to train with some of Italy’s top chefs. “Food is a beautiful thing.”

Africa



路 MDC may boycott any run-off to protect voters

路 High court to rule on forced release of results


Zimbabwe’s war veterans have launched fresh invasions of the country’s few remaining white-owned farms as Robert Mugabe appears to be falling back on the tested tactics of violence and raising racial tensions, in preparation for a run-off vote in the presidential election.

The opposition Movement for Democratic Change (MDC) warned that it might boycott a second round of elections because it would lead Zimbabweans “to the slaughter” of a wave of government-sponsored violence.

Darfur women still face rape risk

Women and girls in Darfur are still subjected to widespread rape and sexual assault five years after the start of the conflict, Human Rights Watch says.

The New York-based group said neither the Sudanese security forces nor international peacekeepers were doing enough to protect women from attack.

Pro-government militias have been accused of using attacks on women to terrorise the civilian population.

Sudan’s army has criticised a UN report accusing soldiers of raping women.

The report, released last month, said witnesses saw soldiers joining in attacks by the Janjaweed, raping girls and taking part in the looting of towns in West Darfur.

Asia

Sri Lankan minister among dozen killed in suicide blast at marathon

路 Bombing at New Year race blamed on Tamil Tigers

路 Victims include former Olympic runner and coach


A suspected Tamil Tiger suicide bomber detonated a powerful device yesterday at the start of a marathon race in Sri Lanka, killing a dozen people including a government minister and a former Olympic athlete.

According to the Sri Lankan government, they were killed instantly as the blast ripped through crowds in Waliweriaya who were waiting for the highways minister, Jeyaraj Fernandopulle, to wave off the runners in an event celebrating the country’s new year.

Television pictures showed immediate panic, with screaming people surging through blood-stained streets in the town 16 miles north of the capital, Colombo. “I saw severed heads, hands and legs,” a witness, Nalin Warnasooriya, told the Associated Press. “Blood and body parts were everywhere.”

War reporter Jon Swain pays tribute to Dith Pran

Jon Swain was about to be shot by the Khmer Rouge when Dith Pran intervened. The Sunday Times war reporter pays tribute to the courage of his friend, who died last week

Four years after his enslavement by the Khmer Rouge, an intrepid Cambodian stumbled out of the thickly wooded jungle to freedom. His legs were wobbly. He was weak with malaria. His front teeth were broken. His face was gaunt. He was incredibly thin – but he still retained his lopsided grin.

That grin was still in place – although fading – in the weeks before Dith Pran died last Sunday in a hospital in America, his adopted home, from pancreatic cancer. He was 65. Although wan and thin, he moved on gracefully, loved and mourned by all whose lives he had touched. “This is my path and I must go where it takes me,” he said shortly before the end.

Middle East

Clashes in Egypt strike stand-off

Egyptian textile workers and police have clashed after security forces prevented a strike by taking control of a major Nile Delta textiles plant.

Workers threw stones and set fire to shops in Mahalla al-Kubra as police fired tear gas to disperse protesters.

Elsewhere in Egypt, protests against economic conditions have largely failed in the face of a heavy police presence.

But traffic in Cairo was reported to be lighter than usual as many people

avoided going to work or school.

Rift widens between Iraq’s Shiites

Basra offensive inflamed long-standing rivalry, redefining nature of conflict

BAGHDAD – As verses from the Koran floated from a loudspeaker, the Shiite militia commander’s face glowered. Inside the cavernous funeral tent, a large portrait of his 16-year-old son, Mustafa, hung over the mourners. Abu Abdullah, who fought U.S. troops and Sunni insurgents for five years, never expected his son to die before him. Now, he said, his anger was directed at other Shiites.

An Iraqi soldier, he said, had shot Mustafa two days earlier as he approached a checkpoint in Sadr City, where Shiite cleric Moqtada al-Sadr and his Mahdi Army rule. Abu Abdullah blamed Sadr’s Shiite rivals, who lead the Iraqi government.

Latin America

In Mexico, refusing to take men for an answer

In some of the country’s rural towns, women have no voice and no vote. A Oaxacan villager didn’t accept that, and she took on the system.

OAXACA, MEXICO — Many years ago, when she was still a tiny girl in braids, and not the professional she is today, Eufrosina Cruz heard the story of how her father married off her sister to a stranger at age 12: She wondered if a man might come to claim her too.

Being a girl isn’t easy in Santa Maria Quiegolani, a poor rural village where Zapotec is the native language and most girls are lucky to complete grade school.

Cruz left to eventually become a college-educated accountant. But now, at age 27, she has returned to her old village in the mountains of Oaxaca, and stirred up a gender war.

Through the Darkest of Nights: Testament V

     Every few days over the next several months I will be posting installments of a novel about life, death, war and politics in America since 9/11.  Through the Darkest of Nights is a story of hope, reflection, determination, and redemption.  It is a testament to the progressive values we all believe in, have always defended, and always will defend no matter how long this darkness lasts.          

    All installments are available for reading here on my page, and also here on Docudharma’s Fiction Page, where refuge from politicians, blogging overload, and one BushCo outrage after another can always be found.

   

Through the Darkest of Nights

The Watchers

    Rachael and Shannon sat side by side next to the crackling fire in the hearth. The cold night beyond the cottage walls held no power over them.  In this sanctuary of light and warmth and love, the world of men could not intrude. Out past the cottage gate, down the hillside and across the shoreline, the waves of the Atlantic washed over the moonlit sand.

    Far out at sea, lost upon the boundless waters, the night wind raged.  The ancient deep, ever restless, seemed to be waiting for some dark apocalypse.  In the eons that had passed since this world’s first dawn, cataclysm, whether unleashed nature or by man, had inflicted its cruelty many times, in cycles of destruction that never ceased.  The latest cycle of destruction would soon reach its peak of intensity, of that Rachael had no doubt.

    While cruelty held dominion over the world beyond these walls, it could not enter here.  To this refuge from the world beyond and all of its evil, Shannon had returned for the last time, for the hour had come for Rachael to speak to her of what must come to pass, with the depth of wisdom and authority bestowed upon her as a Watcher.

    Rachael took Shannon’s hand, and held it until she could master her emotions.  The silence lingered, for she did not want her daughter to leave, though leave she must.  No refuge is eternal, and no sanctuary is permanent, for such blessings become selfish indulgences when they are denied to others. If one soul suffers, all souls are demeaned.  Rachael accepted this inherent truth, and was grateful for the refuge she and Shannon had been given. But that gift had served its purpose, and that gift must now be shared.    

    “My days upon this earth are drawing to an end,” Rachael said at last.  “So I must pass along to you the testament that has been mine to bear all of these years, and with it, my hope that your strength will be greater than mine, for I have faltered many times.”

   “You have not faltered, mother, you have done what you could.”  

   “I have been a Watcher my entire life, but I am filled with regret.  We have forsaken those who need us.”        

   Anger flashed in Shannon’s eyes.  “We have not forsaken them, they have forsaken us.”

   “They do not even know we exist.  They look right at us, but do not see us.”

   “Then we must tell them we exist.  We must tell them who we are.”

   “Do you think they would believe us?”

   “Some would.  I think Jericho would.  We are not so different from them.”

   Rachael smiled sadly.  “I have discovered that, it has been a painful lesson to learn.”

   “We cannot just watch them destroy themselves.”

   “It is tragic.  But we cannot help them yet, they are not ready.  It would be too dangerous.”

   “But they are like abandoned children, lost and alone in a world of mysteries and sorrow.  They need our help.”  

   “And they will receive it.  But the time has not yet come for us to offer it, to do so now would be futile.  They are afraid of the emptiness in their souls and lash out blindly at others.  Their eyes do not see.  Their ears do not hear. Their tongues utter falsehoods and all is pretension, because they fear the truth and the light.  They hide from the truth, they hide from the light, and weave webs of deceit to justify their deeds.”

   “That is why we must tell them the truth.  We must tell them, mother, at long last.  It is the only way to awaken them.”

   “It is far too dangerous.  They do not want to hear the truth.”

   “But you have told me to never fear the truth, you have told me it is our only protection in this world of lies.  You say we must overcome our fear, or we will be lost, not only in this life, but in the greater journey that follows.”

   “Fear is not preventing us from helping them.  Our Time of Watching will end when our Time of Seeking begins. You will be our first Seeker, Shannon.  You are a most precious and rare spirit, for you shine much brighter than most.  There is infinite forgiveness in your soul, there is unending kindness in your heart of hearts.  You have suffered unspeakable evil at the hands of men but you have no hatred for them.  You have knocked upon the dark door of spiritual death, but it did not open unto you.  It will not open until the ordained hour, when a solemn destiny awaits you.”

   Shannon felt overwhelmed.  “I am to be a Seeker?”

   “Yes.  It has been written.  It shall come to pass.   Until then, you must always be guided by love, my child, you must always turn aside hatred with compassion, no matter how difficult it may be.  And it will be difficult, it always is.  There will be many times when these haunted souls will violate your trust, and hurt you, but physical pain and emotional torment will be fleeting things once you realize you have the power within yourself to overcome them. No one can ever harm your soul, Shannon, only you can harm it.  Do you understand?”

   “How could I not understand?  That is the foundation of all truth.”

   “Embrace that truth, and embrace this one as well: evil only begets more evil, so when you become a Seeker you must never tolerate evil or condone in any form.  This will be a most difficult responsibility, for evil disguises itself in many forms.  It lurks within beauty, it hides behind pride, it infests mortal ambition with terrible cunning.  So many have been deceived, so many . . . .”

   Rachael’s hands began to tremble.  Her eyes brimmed with tears.  “Oh, my little one, even the most noble of souls have fallen, I had such hopes . . .”  Her voice faltered, her eyes closed and she fell silent.  The trembling of her hands intensified for a moment, but she regained her composure. “Wisdom is derived from patience, Shannon. Be ever patient, learn the foundational lessons before all else, and the most profound of these is that every one of them is born innocent.  Most who go astray suffer such misery in childhood that they instinctively inflict upon others that which was inflicted upon them.  They are to be pitied,  but you must be wary of them.  Ever wary.”

   “I always have been, as you have taught me to be.”

   “And I am telling you now, my child, that once you leave this sanctuary, danger may descend upon you at any time, with terrifying power.  Danger conceals itself in seemingly harmless forms.  Do not be deceived by appearances, for they are but twisted shadows of the truth, conceived upon an altar of lies.  The light of truth is within you, Shannon.  When danger descends, trust your instincts, they will not fail you.  Do you understand?”

   “Yes.”    

   “The Darkness cannot defeat you unless you lose faith in yourself and in the power bestowed upon you.  The power within you will light your way, it will sustain you, it will give you strength.  You are not alone, you will not be forsaken, so prepare yourself for the coming struggle, and have faith that it will be won.”

Muse in the Morning

Art Link

Landscape of the Mind

The Candy-colored Clown

In my dreams

the eagle transforms

into the dove of peace

every soul is sparked

by precious pieces

of Martin and Coretta

their essence permeates

the landscape

of my mind

fairness prevails

people are kind

nice caring helpful

human warmth flows

toward everyone

through everything

replenishing the fabric

of this mortal coil

There’s always fair weather

where justice reigns

the justice that Martin

saw from the mountain top

Then I awake

let out a gasp

and cry out

in despair

–Robyn Elaine Serven

–February 17, 2006

Please join us inside to celebrate our various muses…

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Muse in the Morning

The muses are ancient.  The inspirations for our stories were said to be born from them.  Muses of song and dance, or poetry and prose, of comedy and tragedy, of the inward and the outward.  In one version they are Calliope, Euterpe and Terpsichore, Erato and Clio, Thalia and Melpomene, Polyhymnia and Urania.

It has also been traditional to name a tenth muse.  Plato declared Sappho to be the tenth muse, the muse of women poets.  Others have been suggested throughout the centuries.  I don’t have a name for one, but I do think there should be a muse for the graphical arts.  And maybe there should be many more.

I know you have talent.  What sometimes is forgotten is that being practical is a talent.  I have a paucity for that sort of talent in many situations, though it turns out that I’m a pretty darn good cook.  馃檪  

Let your talent bloom.  You can share it here.  Encourage others to let it bloom inside them as well.

Won’t you share your words or art, your sounds or visions, your thoughts scientific or philosophic, the comedy or tragedy of your days, the stories of doing and making?  And be excellent to one another!

Benjamin Franklin and America Today

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As we know, much of the Constitution has been suspended, as has Habeas Corpus.

Most recently, the First Amendment has virtually been destroyed. Details are here:

https://www.docudharma.com/show…

This means that American citizens have lost Freedom of Speech, Freedom of the Press, and Freedom of Religion.

Yesterday I asked “What would Jefferson and Franklin do?” – say? think? regarding these perilous times in a diary called “You Can’t Be Serious”. Some respondents posted pictures of frogs, cake, horse faces and nose picking to demonstrate their cheer and suggested that we all need a good laugh, some entertainment. Some cherry-picked quotes to prove that Franklin, and Jefferson were really jolly sorts.

We are taught to remember these inventors as kite-flyer and gentleman farmer, so some of that is true. But a further look afield yields riches.

Franklin considered the suspension of rights and values very carefully. What he had to say about that is in Franklin’s own essay, below the fold. As you read it, you will see now closely his times were like our own. (Emphasis is added by me re Habeas Corpus, freedom of speech and freedom of religion.)

Eric Larsen tells us of the dangers we face in this magnificent three-part essay – with which, I think, the Framers would agree.

http://www.ericlarsen.net/food…

Your Congresscritter can be contacted here http://www.congress.org/

If you love America, there is nothing to laugh about, and every reason to get busy saving Liberty.

“A Republic – if you can keep it”

~ Ben Franklin

Rules By Which A Great Empire May Be Reduced To A Small One

by Benjamin Franklin

Rules by Which a Great Empire May Be Reduced to a Small One, first appeared in The Public Advertiser, September 11, 1773.

[Presented privately to a late Minister, when he entered upon his Administration; and now first published.]

An ancient Sage valued himself upon this, that tho’ he could not fiddle, he knew how to make a great City of a little one. The Science that I, a modern Simpleton, am about to communicate is the very reverse.

I address myself to all Ministers who have the Management of extensive Dominions, which from their very Greatness are become troublesome to govern, because the Multiplicity of their Affairs leaves no Time for fiddling.

In the first Place, Gentlemen, you are to consider, that a great Empire, like a great Cake, is most easily diminished at the Edges. Turn your Attention therefore first to your remotest Provinces; that as you get rid of them, the next may follow in Order.

That the Possibility of this Separation may always exist, take special Care the Provinces are never incorporated with the Mother Country, that they do not enjoy the same common Rights, the same Privileges in Commerce, and that they are governed by severer Laws, all of your enacting, without allowing them any Share in the Choice of the Legislators. By carefully making and preserving such Distinctions, you will (to keep to my Simile of the Cake) act like a wise Gingerbread Baker, who, to facilitate a Division, cuts his Dough half through in those Places, where, when bak’d, he would have it broken to Pieces.

These remote Provinces have perhaps been acquired, purchas’d, or conquer’d, at the sole Expence of the Settlers or their Ancestors, without the Aid of the Mother Country. If this should happen to increase her Strength by their growing Numbers ready to join in her Wars, her Commerce by their growing Demand for her Manufactures, or her Naval Power by greater Employment for her Ships and Seamen, they may probably suppose some Merit in this, and that it entitles them to some Favour; you are therefore to forget it all, or resent it as if they had done you Injury. If they happen to be zealous Whigs, Friends of Liberty,[1] nurtur’d in Revolution Principles, remember all that to their Prejudice, and contrive to punish it: For such Principles, after a Revolution is thoroughly established, are of no more Use, they are even odious and abominable.

However peaceably your Colonies have submitted to your Government, shewn their Affection to your Interest, and patiently borne their Grievances, you are to suppose them always inclined to revolt, and treat them accordingly. Quarter Troops among them, who by their Insolence may provoke the rising of Mobs, and by their Bullets and Bayonets suppress them. By this Means, like the Husband who uses his Wife ill from Suspicion, you may in Time convert your Suspicions into Realities.

Remote Provinces must have Governors,[2] and Judges, to represent the Royal Person, and execute every where the delegated Parts of his Office and Authority. You Ministers know, that much of the Strength of Government depends on the Opinion of the People; and much of that Opinion on the Choice of Rulers placed immediately over them. If you send them wise and good Men for Governors, who study the Interest of the Colonists, and advance their Prosperity, they will think their King wise and good, and that he wishes the Welfare of his Subjects. If you send them learned and upright Men for Judges, they will think him a Lover of Justice. This may attach your Provinces more to his Government. You are therefore to be careful who you recommend for those Offices. — If you can find Prodigals who have ruined their Fortunes, broken Gamesters or Stock-Jobbers, these may do well as Governors; for they will probably be rapacious, and provoke the People by their Extortions. Wrangling Proctors and petty-fogging Lawyers too are not amiss, for they will be for ever disputing and quarrelling with their little Parliaments. If withal they should be ignorant, wrong-headed and insolent, so much the better. Attorneys Clerks and Newgate Solicitors will do for Chief-Justices, especially if they hold their Places during your Pleasure: — And all will contribute to impress those ideas of your Government that are proper for a People you would wish to renounce it.

To confirm these Impressions, and strike them deeper, whenever the Injured come to the Capital with Complaints of Mal-administration, Oppression, or Injustice, punish such Suitors with long Delay, enormous Expence, and a final Judgment in Favour of the Oppressor. This will have an admirable Effect every Way. The Trouble of future Complaints will be prevented, and Governors and Judges will be encouraged to farther Acts of Oppression and Injustice; and thence the People may become more disaffected, and at length desperate.

When such Governors have crammed their Coffers, and made themselves so odious to the People that they can no longer remain among them with Safety to their Persons, recall and reward them with Pensions. You may make them Baronets too, if that respectable Order should not think fit to resent it. All will contribute to encourage new Governors in the same Practices, and make the supreme Government detestable.

If when you are engaged in War, your Colonies should vie in liberal Aids of Men and Money against the common Enemy, upon your simple Requisition, and give far beyond their Abilities, reflect, that a Penny taken from them by your Power is more honourable to you than a Pound presented by their Benevolence. Despise therefore their voluntary Grants, and resolve to harrass them with novel Taxes. They will probably complain to your Parliaments that they are taxed by a Body in which they have no Representative, and that this is contrary to common Right.

They will petition for Redress. Let the Parliaments flout their Claims, reject their Petitions, refuse even to suffer the reading of them, and treat the Petitioners with the utmost Contempt. Nothing can have a better Effect, in producing the Alienation proposed; for though many can forgive Injuries, none ever forgave Contempt.

In laying these Taxes, never regard the heavy Burthens those remote People already undergo, in defending their own Frontiers, supporting their own provincial Governments, making new Roads, building Bridges, Churches and other public Edifices, which in old Countries have been done to your Hands by your Ancestors, but which occasion constant Calls and Demands on the Purses of a new People. Forget the Restraints you lay on their Trade for your own Benefit, and the Advantage a Monopoly of this Trade gives your exacting Merchants. Think nothing of the Wealth those Merchants and your Manufacturers acquire by the Colony Commerce; their encreased Ability thereby to pay Taxes at home; their accumulating, in the Price of their Commodities, most of those Taxes, and so levying them from their consuming Customers: All this, and the Employment and Support of Thousands of your Poor by the Colonists, you are intirely to forget. But remember to make your arbitrary Tax more grievous to your Provinces, by public Declarations importing that your Power of taxing them has no Limits, so that when you take from them without their Consent a Shilling in the Pound, you have a clear Right to the other nineteen. This will probably weaken every Idea of Security in their Property, and convince them that under such a Government they have nothing they can call their own; which can scarce fail of producing the happiest Consequences!

Possibly indeed some of them might still comfort themselves, and say, `Though we have no Property, we have yet something left that is valuable; we have constitutional Liberty both of Person and of Conscience. This King, these Lords, and these Commons, who it seems are too remote from us to know us and feel for us, cannot take from us our Habeas Corpus Right, or our Right of Trial by a Jury of our Neighbours: They cannot deprive us of the Exercise of our Religion, alter our ecclesiastical Constitutions, and compel us to be Papists if they please, or Mahometans.’

To annihilate this Comfort, begin by Laws to perplex their Commerce with infinite Regulations impossible to be remembered and observed; ordain Seizures of their Property for every Failure; take away the Trial of such Property by Jury, and give it to arbitrary Judges of your own appointing, and of the lowest Characters in the Country, whose Salaries and Emoluments are to arise out of the Duties or Condemnations, and whose Appointments are during Pleasure. Then let there be a formal Declaration of both Houses, that Opposition to your Edicts is Treason, and that Persons suspected of Treason in the Provinces may, according to some obsolete Law, be seized and sent to the Metropolis of the Empire for Trial; and pass an Act that those there charged with certain other Offences shall be sent away in Chains from their Friends and Country to be tried in the same Manner for Felony. Then erect a new Court of Inquisition among them, accompanied by an armed Force, with Instructions to transport all such suspected Persons, to be ruined by the Expence if they bring over Evidences to prove their Innocence, or be found guilty and hanged if they can’t afford it. And lest the People should think you cannot possibly go any farther, pass another solemn declaratory Act, that `King, Lords, and Commons had, hath, and of Right ought to have, full Power and Authority to make Statutes of sufficient Force and Validity to bind the unrepresented Provinces IN ALL CASES WHATSOEVER.’ This will include spiritual with temporal; and taken together, must operate wonderfully to your Purpose, by convincing them, that they are at present under a Power something like that spoken of in the Scriptures, which can not only kill their Bodies, but damn their Souls to all Eternity, by compelling them, if it pleases, to worship the Devil.

To make your Taxes more odious, and more likely to procure Resistance, send from the Capital a Board of Officers to superintend the Collection, composed of the most indiscreet, ill-bred and insolent you can find. Let these have large Salaries out of the extorted Revenue, and live in open grating Luxury upon the Sweat and Blood of the Industrious, whom they are to worry continually with groundless and expensive Prosecutions before the above-mentioned arbitrary Revenue-Judges, all at the Cost of the Party prosecuted tho’ acquitted, because the King is to pay no Costs. — Let these Men by your Order be exempted from all the common Taxes and Burthens of the Province, though they and their Property are protected by its Laws. If any Revenue Officers are suspected of the least Tenderness for the People, discard them. If others are justly complained of, protect and reward them. If any of the Under-officers behave so as to provoke the People to drub them, promote those to better Offices: This will encourage others to procure for themselves such profitable Drubbings, by multiplying and enlarging such Provocations, and all with work towards the End you aim at.

Another Way to make your Tax odious, is to misapply the Produce of it. If it was originally appropriated for the Defence of the Provinces and the better Support of Government, and the Administration of Justice where it may be necessary, then apply none of it to that Defence, but bestow it where it is not necessary, in augmented Salaries or Pensions to every Governor who has distinguished himself by his Enmity to the People, and by calumniating them to their Sovereign. This will make them pay it more unwillingly, and be more apt to quarrel with those that collect it, and those that imposed it, who will quarrel again with them, and all shall contribute to your main Purpose of making them weary of your Government.

If the People of any Province have been accustomed to support their own Governors and Judges to Satisfaction, you are to apprehend that such Governors and Judges may be thereby influenced to treat the People kindly, and to do them Justice. This is another Reason for applying Part of that Revenue in larger Salaries to such Governors and Judges, given, as their Commissions are, during your Pleasure only, forbidding them to take any Salaries from their Provinces; that thus the People may no longer hope any Kindness from their Governors, or (in Crown Cases) any Justice from their Judges. And as the Money thus mis-applied in one Province is extorted from all, probably all will resent the Mis-application.

If the Parliaments of your Provinces should dare to claim Rights or complain of your Administration, order them to be harass’d with repeated Dissolutions. If the same Men are continually return’d by new Elections, adjourn their Meetings to some Country Village where they cannot be accommodated, and there keep them during Pleasure; for this, you know, is your PREROGATIVE; and an excellent one it is, as you may manage it, to promote Discontents among the People, diminish their Respect, and increase their Dis-affection.

Convert the brave honest Officers of your Navy into pimping Tide-waiters and Colony Officers of the Customs. Let those who in Time of War fought gallantly in Defence of the Commerce of their Countrymen, in Peace be taught to prey upon it. Let them learn to be corrupted by great and real Smugglers, but (to shew their Diligence) scour with armed Boats every Bay, Harbour, River, Creek, Cove or Nook throughout the Coast of your Colonies, stop and detain every Coaster, every Wood-boat, every Fisherman, tumble their Cargoes, and even their Ballast, inside out and upside down; and if a Penn’orth of Pins is found un-entered, let the Whole be seized and confiscated. Thus shall the Trade of your Colonists suffer more from their Friends in Time of Peace, than it did from their Enemies in War. Then let these Boats Crews land upon every Farm in their Way, rob the Orchards, steal the Pigs and Poultry, and insult the Inhabitants. If the injured and exasperated Farmers, unable to procure other Justice, should attack the Agressors, drub them and burn their Boats, you are to call this High Treason and Rebellion, order Fleets and Armies into their Country, and threaten to carry all the Offenders three thousand Miles to be hang’d, drawn and quartered. O! this will work admirably!

If you are told of Discontents in your Colonies, never believe that they are general, or that you have given Occasion for them; therefore do not think of applying any Remedy, or of changing any offensive Measure. Redress no Grievance, lest they should be encouraged to demand the Redress of some other Grievance. Grant no Request that is just and reasonable, lest they should make another that is unreasonable. Take all your Informations of the State of the Colonies from your Governors and Officers in Enmity with them. Encourage and reward these Leasing-makers; secrete their lying Accusations lest they should be confuted; but act upon them as the clearest Evidence, and believe nothing you hear from the Friends of the People. Suppose all their Complaints to be invented and promoted by a few factious Demagogues, whom if you could catch and hang, all would be quiet. Catch and hang a few of them accordingly; and the Blood of the Martyrs shall work Miracles in favour of your Purpose.

If you see rival Nations rejoicing at the Prospect of your Disunion with your Provinces, and endeavouring to promote it: If they translate, publish and applaud all the Complaints of your discontented Colonists, at the same Time privately stimulating you to severer Measures; let not that alarm or offend you. Why should it? since you all mean the same Thing.

If any Colony should at their own Charge erect a Fortress to secure their Port against the Fleets of a foreign Enemy, get your Governor to betray that Fortress into your Hands. Never think of paying what it cost the Country, for that would look, at least, like some Regard for Justice; but turn it into a Citadel to awe the Inhabitants and curb their Commerce. If they should have lodged in such Fortress the very Arms they bought and used to aid you in your Conquests, seize them all, ’twill provoke like Ingratitude added to Robbery. One admirable Effect of these Operations will be, to discourage every other Colony from erecting such Defences, and so their and your Enemies may more easily invade them, to the great Disgrace of your Government, and of course the Furtherance of your Project.

Send Armies into their Country under Pretence of protecting the Inhabitants; but instead of garrisoning the Forts on their Frontiers with those Troops, to prevent Incursions, demolish those Forts, and order the Troops into the Heart of the Country, that the Savages may be encouraged to attack the Frontiers, and that the Troops may be protected by the Inhabitants: This will seem to proceed from your Ill will or your Ignorance, and contribute farther to produce and strengthen an Opinion among them, that you are no longer fit to govern them.

Lastly, Invest the General of your Army in the Provinces with great and unconstitutional Powers, and free him from the Controul of even your own Civil Governors. Let him have Troops enow under his Command, with all the Fortresses in his Possession; and who knows but (like some provincial Generals in the Roman Empire, and encouraged by the universal Discontent you have produced) he may take it into his Head to set up for himself. If he should, and you have carefully practised these few excellent Rules of mine, take my Word for it, all the Provinces will immediately join him, and you will that Day (if you have not done it sooner) get rid of the Trouble of governing them, and all the Plagues attending their Commerce and Connection from thenceforth and for ever. Q. E. D.

What Would Benjamin Franklin Do?

As you may know, the First Amendment of the Constitution has virtually been suspended. Among other things, this means that Americans no longer have Freedom of Speech and Freedom of Religion.

Yesterday I asked “What would Jefferson and Franklin do?” regarding these perilous times in an essay, “You Can’t Be Serious”.

Some respondents presented cherry-picked quotes to demonstrate that Franklin, and Jefferson, were really jolly sorts. But, as is so often the case with quickly provided internet responses,  they didn’t do their homework.

http://en.wikisource.org/wiki/…

The Weapon of Young Gods #18: Gauchoholica Uber Alles!

Neena has been talking up a storm, going on for a while now about politics, religion, life, death, and the universe, but I can’t really keep up with her, since the alcohol’s sort of slowed every reflex I have. Except, so far, the impulse that keeps me from looking completely stupid, but I’m not so sure how long that one can hold out either, mostly because of her weirdly hypnotic eyes. She has no pupils; her eyes are simply two enormous black orbs in the middle of a dark-chocolate face unframed by the luscious blue-black tresses currently held back in a ponytail.  I’m trying to imagine what she’d look like with it all let down when she starts in on the massive curfew we’re all currently violating with extreme prejudice.

Previous Episode

“It’s complete crap,” she says, slurring a little. “They can’t fucking shut down all of I.V. because of some wankers sneaking in from out of town. A campus curfew is one thing, but this is totally ridiculous. It’s just puritannical fascism, isn’t it?”

“Um, really?” I ask, replaying the sound of her English accent in my mental stereo. “Erm, yeah.” She sounds surprised and annoyed, and I think I’ve blown it. “I am a LawSo major, Colin, so occasionally I know what I’m talking about,” she says, mock authority creeping into her voice. “Oh, oh right.” I also now recall that she’s also a Campus Democrat. The mutant, bhangrafied hip-hop blasting out of her apartment next door reminds me that she is also Indus Club President; she’d thrown another party two weeks ago for new members which had been broken up by the cops. Their music had been a glorious assault on the wretched ska-revival-plus-jam-band ethos of the surrounding student ghetto.

“Colin? Colin?” Neena’s voice jumps out in front of the party’s random chatter. The sea breeze blows over the balcony, making her shiver a little. “Huh?” I’ve been distracted by the perfect V-shape a bright orange shirt makes on her chest. “Sorry. I’m just, um, trying not to forget tomorrow’s, uh, game plan, you know?” She smiles. “Right. The epic grand tour, hmm? Where are you off to, again?”

“It’s not really that big a deal. It’s just one show in Ventura, one in Malibu, a few in O.C., and one near San Diego.” It’s been a few months since Ben and I moved down from NorCal and recruited a guitarist, and though the Screaming Mimes haven’t exactly been ignored in Santa Barbara, we’re kind of bored to just bash our heads against the same old cliquey wall of local gatekeepers. Neena’s heard me bitch about this before. “Yes,” she says, smoldering, and then quotes me, “‘It’s hard to build a scene on exclusionary schizophrenia,’ right?” It must be the alcohol again, but I’m embarrassed to hear my own excuse thrown back at me.

“Yeah, well, the van was all packed and ready to go, and I was all set to get some good sleep, until you and your roommates decided to fuck with the cops’ “Zero Tolerance” policy, you  know?” I take a quick gulp from my cup and Neena giggles. “Let’s just call it your ‘official pre-tour bash,’ then.” She knows I don’t mind in the least. She knows I’ve been drooling over her ever since my brother and I moved in next door, and I think she’s been doing the same since we played a “get out the vote” rally for her two weeks ago.

Ben blunders across the balcony in our direction, clutching a bottle with unadulterated love and respect. “Hey there bro,” he says, and then gives Neena a wide smile. She winks back. “I have here in my possession,” he shouts, “a bottle of the finest rum we will ever have the privilege to drink. Won’t you two join me?” He holds it up, exposing the big fat “151 PROOF” on the label. Neena and I both politely refuse. “Dude, that’s got to be some serious nitroglycerin there,” I warn.”You sure you want to drink that?” Ben is taken aback. “Of course, man.”

“You’re on your own then, bro.” He shrugs it off and wanders into the apartment, threatening Neena’s friend Vikram with the 151. I turn back to the willful captivity of Neena’s gaze and endure her 1996 electoral predictions, but then a blast of motion in the corner of my eye signals Ben’s rapid return to the balcony. He tears out of the apartment like a meteor, running around the balcony in a rum-drenched frenzy, knocking over anyone in his way. My brother actually does three or four laps before calming down enough to exclaim “Holy fucking shit, Colin!” and then hustles back inside for another shot. Neena has barely enough time to say “Fucking hell!” before Ben is out on the loose again, but he doesn’t even get halfway through his first lap before completely bowling over three people clambering up the stairs.

A girl squeals “Oh my God!” and I recognize my housemate Derek getting a hand up from several people near the stairs. “Jesus fucking Christ, bro!” I yell at Ben. “Watch out for Derek!” Ben’s offering up hasty apologies, but no one seems to care. They’re all staring at Derek, who looks like a walking head injury. The two girls with him introduce themselves as Ali and Jaimie, their eyes flickering with a little too much ecstatic joy for people who’ve just been knocked on their asses. They coo over Derek like he’s a pet unicorn, and he manages a sheepish smile for the crowded balcony. I walk over, shadowed by Neena, and try to get a closer look at him. “Man, what happened to your head? Do you, um, want a drink?”

“He needs a neurosurgeon, more like,” says Neena over my shoulder. Someone hands Derek a beer and he swallows it in one gulp. “I just, um, need a shower, or something,” he intones weakly, oblivious to the surrounding stir. I say something like “You should really take care of that, dude,” when a maniacal whoop sounds from somewhere above. Ben has somehow climbed up on the roof, gleefully shouting at people walking by on the street, twenty feet below. In the time it takes me to yell at my brother to get the fuck down from there, and then turn back to Derek, Ali and Jaimie have already dragged him away, disappearing inside our apartment. A feeling of rapid disintegration is prickling up my spine, and the sound of crashes from the ground floor don’t help.

“Wow!” Neena’s voice is spiced with fearful excitement. “Someone just tossed a monitor off the balcony!” Another smash follows, and I suddenly envision all of us rotting in a county holding cell tomorrow morning, instead of driving off to an Amazing Rock Future. I swallow my own beer quickly and go looking for the keg, but don’t get too far before I’m brought up short by Ali, Jaimie, Ben, and Derek, all draped in beach towels, and my brother proclaims “Colin, we’re going swimming, man! Wanna come?” Ali, completely twisted, her pupils dilating synthetically in the low light, looks at Derek and says something like “This’ll be much better for you than a hot shower, baby,” and then they’re all filing down the stairs, supporting Derek occasionally as they descend. I shake my head in disbelief, but Neena just laughs at the escalating absurdity, and I’m too rattled by now to do anything but echo her. The powerful orbs focus in on me again, another crash sounds from the ground floor, and I can hear sirens in the distance.

Neena grabs my hand, says “Let’s get inside, Colin.” She catches Vik’s eye across the balcony, and he responds with a quick nod before taking a deep breath and yelling “COPS!” at the top of his lungs, which begins a slow stampede of drunken idiots down the stairs. We slip into the apartment, lock the door, and kill the lights. By the time everyone’s cleared out and the police are shining their beams through my windows, I’m safe behind the bedroom door, appreciating the finer topography of a half-naked female torso that’s been perfected by five thousand years of South Asian genetics. “You are so, so hot,” I blurt, but Neena just gives this regal smile and shushes me. We don’t talk for a while after that, and eventually she’s falling asleep, and I’m on the verge of it too.

The digital alarm tells me it’s only an hour later when we’re viciously awakened by a barbaric “BANGBANGBANGBANG” on the front door.  Neena mumbles “Is it the police again?” but she’s answered by another volley of noise: “BANGBANGBANGBANGBANG-Colinopenthefuckingdoordude-BANGBANGColinBANGBANG!!!” I snatch up a cruddy pair of jeans and hurry to the door. I open it and am confronted with Ben and Derek shivering on the balcony, dripping with seawater and completely naked. Well, not completely- Derek’s covering himself up with a nasty-looking old sneaker, but Ben’s only in his birthday suit. They both push past me without a word into the warmth of the apartment. “What the fucking fuck happened to you two?” I sputter, trying to hold back a laughing fit. “Where are your goddamn clothes? Where are those two chicks that went with you?” Derek says nothing, proceeding straight to the bathroom and turning on the shower full blast. Steam starts to filter out into the hall as Ben returns from our room, clad in a pair of boxers and a sly grin. “Dude, there’s um, a hot Indian chick asleep in your bed.” He’s got more clothes in hand and begins to pull some on, but leave the rest in a little pile by the door.

“She passed out again?” I roll my eyes. “Christ, Neena must have been less sober than I was. I don’t think I’ll ever sleep again after you rammed the door in, bro.” He laughs softly, then steps toward the door, but I physically stop him. “Dude, not before you tell me what happened.” Ben laughs ruefully again, but relents. “Skinny-dipping. Shit, man, it was the girls’ idea. Once we got down to the beach Ali wouldn’t shut up about it, and it seemed, uh, like a good idea at the time, so we left all our clothes near that rotten seawall and just charged right in.” Ben smirked. “There’s no moon out there, you know, so except for, like, stray window-light from way up above on Del Playa, it was pitch-black. And of course, it’s fucking October at night, so we got real cold real fast and didn’t stay in the water too long. When we came in, though, all our clothes and towels had been stolen! Like, just gone!”

“Ah hell,” I smile. “Any ideas?” He arches an eyebrow. “Nah, maybe a wino on the beach or something. Anyway, Derek wasn’t feeling too well by then, and the girls shamed me into taking him home and bringing them back some clothes.” He grabs the pile on the floor. “Ali and Jaimie had to hide in the little nook between the staircase and the cliff, and for all I know, they’re still there, so I better get going.”

“Wait a minute,” I cut him off. “We had cops here earlier. How thick are they out there tonight?” Ben gives a loud guffaw as he strides toward the door again. “Get this, bro. Derek and I were sprinting flat-out, you know? You don’t think about it being seven blocks from here to the beach until you have to run it naked, Colin. Anyway, we passed some Foot Patrol guys walking the other side of the street, but we just kept going. I looked back and they were just staring at us with these “I-don’t-even-wanna-know” faces, and never tried to stop us!”

We’re interrupted by a shriek from the bathroom. “Well, shit,” I say. ‘Sounds like Neena woke up again.” Ben’s face stretches into another grin as he steps out the door. Next thing I know, Neena’s standing there wrapped in a blue towel, looking indignant. “I thought that was you in the shower,” she says, baffled. “I think I scared the piss out of Derek, though. You might check on him, Colin.” I make a vague move toward the bathroom, but then Neena turns on her heel and, alarmingly, ducks back into my bedroom for her clothes. “Hey! Aren’t you, um, gonna stay?” She looks back over her exposed, stunning shoulder with only a hint of pique. “No, Colin. Get some sleep, okay? You’ve got to go out and conquer the world tomorrow, remember?”

I’m still planted to the spot when she pinches my ass on her way out.

7 minutes

Have you got 7 minutes to think about the world being a better place?

vi冒rar vel til loft谩r谩sa

Words and music by sigur r贸s

Contextual Icelandic-to-English translation via senyxx (Czech Republic):

I let myself flow onwards

I swim through my mind back and forth

My soul still sings

the song we once wrote

Together

We once had a dream

We had everything

We rode to the end of the world

We rode on searching

We climbed skyscrapers

But they were all destroyed

The peace is gone now

I lack balance, I fall down

Still, I let myself flow onwards

I swim through my mind

but I always come back

to the same place

There is nothing left to say

This is for the best

God will provide a day

for us

                        …Tomorrow

Isn’t the fact that we do love more important to us as human beings than who we love?

Pony Party, NHL Playoff Countdown

The matchups are set, and the playoffs start on wednesday.  We’re still on the lookout for an online hosting of playoff pick’em of some sort…time’s ticking…

Speaking of online pick’ems, Undercovercalico won the Docudharma bracket tourney for March Madness….woot!!…even before the championship game (which is tonite).

As of this auto-pub, only one playoff team has any games remaining, and i dont think they can catch the team ahead of them….so i think these are the matchups.  but ive been wrong before…

if we do find a pick’em, we wont have much time to waste…so study up!!  馃槈  i, for one, will probably post my picks here either way….just to give y’all yet another chance to mock me (like you’ll need one after this table probably breaks the blog again…i swear it is BEAUTIFUL in preview!!)

Eastern Conference
Montreal (1) Boston (8)
Pittsburgh (2) Ottawa (7)
Washinton (3) Philadelphia (6)
New Jersey (4) NY Rangers (5)
Western Conference
Detroit (1) Nashville (8)
San Jose (2) Calgary (7)
Minnesota (3) Colorado (6)
Anaheim (4) Dallas (5)
Home Team (seed) Visiting Team (seed)

May One – Rerun/Recycled

(8 am.  I am a man of ethics, a word keeper.  Beware! – promoted by ek hornbeck)

Reminder more or less that May 1 is the International Worker’s Day and early American labor rights protesters initiated it. It’s an American tradition – not a Communist tradition. And it’s a pagan tradition from the dawn of time.

I hope you all had a great May Day. As I post this it’s still May 1 from the CDT zone westward. For those who saw the original post, you can just skip it or get refreshed. For those who haven’t seen it, it has some interesting background on the history of the day.

Herewith, a recycled essay:

May 1.

A lot of Americans have apparently been brainwashed during their formative years. Especially the crowd over at the site that shall not be named. The vast majority associate the first day of the month of May as a Soviet Communist celebration day. Then again a sizable number of Uhmericans think Saddam Hussein was complicit in the 9/11 atrocities. Oh, and the wiretapping started after 9/11 and not like late February or early March of 2001.

May first was a holiday before there was a May. It’s a cross-quarter day. That means it falls about halfway between a solstice and an equinox. Back before keyboards, laser mice and high-speed internet connections people used to notice these things. The only thing that emitted light, besides fire, was in the sky. You can check out the sky anytime. Just click here. Cool, huh? And you didn’t have to let go of your mouse to do it.

So back in the days of stone knives and bearskins, and I’m not talking about the Star Trek episode where Spock and McCoy have to build a time-machine thingie with 1930s tech, or even the dark ages of eight bit processors, RAM limits of 65536 bytes and machine code, I’m talking real stone and real bear. Hell, sabre-tooth tiger and wooly mammoth times. Back when chipped flint was high-tech. In the time of neo-pagans (not to be confused with the neopaganists of today).

Together with the solstices and equinoxes (Yule, Ostara, Midsummer, and Mabon), these form the eight solar holidays in the neopagan wheel of the year. They are often celebrated on the evening before the listed date, since traditionally the new day was considered to begin at sunset rather than at midnight.

Festival name Date Sun’s Position

Samhain 1 Nov (alt. 5-10 Nov) ? 15掳 ?

Imbolc 2 Feb (alt. 2-7 Feb) ? 15掳 ?

Beltane 1 May (alt. 4-10 May) ? 15掳 ?

Lughnasadh 1 Aug (alt. 3-10 Aug) ? 15掳 ?

There are Christian and secular holidays that correspond roughly with each of these four, and some argue that historically they originated as adaptations of the pagan holidays, although the matter is not agreed upon. The corresponding holidays are:

   * St.Brigids Day (1 Feb), Groundhog Day (2 Feb), and Candlemas (2 or 15 Feb)

   * Walpurgis Night (30 Apr) and May Day (1 May)

   * Lammas (1 Aug)

   * Halloween (31 Oct), All Saints (1 Nov), and All Souls’ Day (2 Nov)

Groundhog Day is celebrated in North America. It is said that if a groundhog comes out of his hole on 2 February and sees his shadow (that is, if the weather is good), there will be six more weeks of winter. February 2nd marks the end of the short days of winter. Because average temperatures lag behind day length by several weeks, it is (hopefully) the beginning of the end of winter cold.

It’s been Groundhog Day in Iraq for five years now. But who’s counting?

There’s more:

The wheel of the year. that has a nice ring to it. Like Hunter’s song-poem The Wheel:

Round, round robin run round, got to get back to where you belong,

Little bit harder, just a little bit more,

A little bit further than you gone before.

The wheel is turning and you can’t slow down,

You can’t let go and you can’t hold on,

You can’t go back and you can’t stand still,

If the thunder don’t get you then the lightning will.

Small wheel turn by the fire and rod,

Big wheel turn by the grace of God,

Every time that wheel turn ’round,

Bound to cover just a little more ground.

It’s in our DNA to celebrate these eight solar nodes. Widespread availability of electricity changed the human race in a lot of ways but some old ways still cling to us and we don’t know our past.

This is what we lost when the Romans paved paradise and our neo-pagan consciousness.

May Day marks the end of the uncomfortable winter half of the year in the Northern hemisphere, and it has traditionally been an occasion for popular and often raucous celebrations, regardless of the locally prevalent political or religious establishment.

As Europe became Christianized, the pagan holidays lost their religious character and either morphed into popular secular celebrations, as with May Day, or were replaced by new Christian holidays, as with Christmas, Easter, and All Saint’s Day. Beginning in the 20th century, many neopagans began reconstructing the old traditions and celebrating May Day as a pagan religious festival once more.

My bold. I love the song by Ziggy Marley, Tomorrow’s People:

How many nations

How many people did that one catch

How many nations did that one catch

Don’t know past, don’t know your future

Don’t know past, don’t know your future

Closer to our time in the rise of rapine capitalism there came the Haymarket Massacre. This is where the Eight-Spoked Wheel of the Year maps onto the Eight-Hour Work Day. This day has a past and this day has a future. We have one coming up real soon now.

In October 1884, a convention held by the Federation of Organized Trades and Labor Unions (FOTLU) of the United States and Canada unanimously set May 1, 1886, as the date by which the eight-hour work day would become standard. When May 1, 1886 approached, American labor unions prepared for a general strike in support of the eight-hour day.

On Saturday, May 1, rallies were held throughout the United States. There were an estimated 10,000 demonstrators in New York and 11,000 in Detroit. In Milwaukee, Wisconsin some 10,000 workers turned out. The movement’s center was in Chicago, where an estimated 40,000 workers went on strike. Albert Parsons was an anarchist and founder of the International Working People’s Association (IWPA). Parsons, with his wife Lucy and their children, led a march of 80,000 people down Michigan Avenue. Another 10,000 men employed in the lumber yards held a separate march in Chicago. Estimates of the total number of striking American workers range from 300,000 to half a million.

On May 3, striking workers in Chicago met near the McCormick Harvesting Machine Co. plant. A fight broke out when replacement workers attempted to cross the picket lines. Chicago police intervened and attacked the strikers, killed four and wounded several others, sparking outrage in the city’s working community.

Local anarchists quickly printed and distributed fliers calling for a rally the following day at Haymarket Square (also called the Haymarket), which at the time was a bustling commercial center near the corner of Randolph Street and Des Plaines Street in what was later called Chicago’s West Loop. These fliers alleged police had murdered the strikers on behalf of business interests and urged workers to seek justice. One surviving flyer printed in both German and English contains the words Workingmen Arm Yourselves and Appear in Full Force!

The rally began peacefully under a light rain on the evening of May 4. August Spies spoke to the large crowd while standing in an open wagon on Des Plaines Street while a large number of on-duty police officers watched from nearby According to witnesses, Spies began by saying the rally was not meant to incite violence. Historian Paul Avrich records Spies as saying “[t]here seems to prevail the opinion in some quarters that this meeting has been called for the purpose of inaugurating a riot, hence these warlike preparations on the part of so-called ‘law and order.’ However, let me tell you at the beginning that this meeting has not been called for any such purpose. The object of this meeting is to explain the general situation of the eight-hour movement and to throw light upon various incidents in connection with it.”

The crowd was so calm that Mayor Carter Harrison, Sr., who had stopped by to watch, walked home early. Samuel Fielden, the last speaker, was finishing his speech at about 10:30 when police ordered the rally to disperse and began marching in formation towards the speakers’ wagon. A bomb was thrown at the police line and exploded, killing policeman Mathias J. Degan. The police immediately opened fire. Some workers were armed, but accounts vary widely as to how many shot back. The incident lasted less than five minutes.

Several police officers, aside from Degan, appear to have been injured by the bomb, but most of the police casualties were caused by bullets, largely from friendly fire. In his report on the incident, John Bonfield wrote he “gave the order to cease firing, fearing that some of our men, in the darkness might fire into each other”. An anonymous police official told the Chicago Tribune “a very large number of the police were wounded by each other’s revolvers. … It was every man for himself, and while some got two or three squares away, the rest emptied their revolvers, mainly into each other.”

About sixty officers were wounded in the incident along with an unknown number of civilians. In all, seven policemen and at least four workers were killed. It is unclear how many civilians were wounded since many were afraid to seek medical attention, fearing arrest. Police captain Michael Schaack wrote the number of wounded workers was “largely in excess of that on the side of the police”. The Chicago Herald described a scene of “wild carnage” and estimated at least fifty dead or wounded civilians lay in the streets.

Did you ever wonder why we work eight hours a day and not ten or twelve? Or fourteen or sixteen? It wasn’t this way forever. People got together and made it happen. If those people hadn’t made a stand where would we be now?

The Haymarket affair was a setback for American labor and its fight for the eight-hour day. At the convention of the American Federation of Labor (AFL) in 1888 the union decided to campaign for it once again. May 1, 1890 was agreed upon as the date on which workers would strike for an eight-hour work day.

In 1889 AFL president Samuel Gompers wrote to the first congress of the Second International, which was meeting in Paris. He informed the world’s socialists of the AFL’s plans and proposed an international fight for a universal eight-hour work day. In response to Gompers’s letter the Second International adopted a resolution calling for “a great international demonstration” on a single date so workers everywhere could demand the eight-hour work day. In light of the Americans’ plan, the International adopted May 1, 1890 as the date for this demonstration.

A secondary purpose behind the adoption of the resolution by the Second International was to honor the memory of the Haymarket martyrs and other workers who had been killed in association with the strikes on May 1, 1886. Historian Philip Foner writes “[t]here is little doubt that everyone associated with the resolution passed by the Paris Congress knew of the May 1st demonstrations and strikes for the eight-hour day in 1886 in the United States … and the events associated with the Haymarket tragedy.

We, American workers, created the modern secular May Day. It’s our day. It doesn’t belong to the masters. It doesn’t belong to the Communists. It doesn’t belong to the defunct Soviet Empire. It belongs to us.

As human beings we have been celebrating this day since the passage of time and season was marked by the Eight Spokes of the Wheel of the Year. As Americans we’ve been marking it since the Haymarket Massacre. Well, except for a little propaganda detour brought to you by everyone’s favorite political party, the Republicans.

Although May Day observance began in the United States, it is not officially nor popularly recognized as a holiday there; instead May 1 was officially designated by the U.S. Congress as Loyalty Day in 1958, because of the association of May Day with communism. The Paris Workers Congress held in Paris on the 14-20 July 1889 most notable decision was to call on all workers to celebrate May 1st each year as the international festival of the working class.

I’m asking you to take this May Day, May One, 2008, back from those who took it from us. On this Loyalty Day I ask that you just be loyal to yourself and what you feel is right. Make the day a special one. There are so many reasons on this May 1 to make a stand. Whatever it is you want to make it stand for, do it. However you want to express yourself, do it. Don’t just spend it like any other day, just letting it ride. Make it special.

Salaam.

Shalom.

K’茅.

B贸oto.

Wo’okeyeh.

Sipala.

Tsumukikiatu.

Wetaskiwin.

Innaaissttiiya.

Goom-jigi.

Ashtee.

Heiwa.

Sidi.

He ping.

Pax.

Peace.

Shanti.

Shanti.

Shanti.

The Stars Hollow Gazette

Bush aides put upbeat spin on summit

By TERENCE HUNT, AP White House Correspondent

2 hours, 31 minutes ago

ABOARD AIR FORCE ONE – White House officials waged an extraordinary campaign during an 11-hour Air Force One flight to put a positive spin on the outcome of Sunday’s summit talks between President Bush and Russian President Vladimir Putin.

Four times on the long flight back to Washington from Sochi, Russia, Bush aides trooped back to the press cabin to make the case that the summit had turned out well, particularly on missile defenses.

It was the heaviest lobbying campaign veteran reporters could recall ever occurring on the president’s plane. Press accounts of the summit had been sent to Bush’s plane and administration officials thought they were too negative. Clearly, Bush’s aides were disappointed.

Because of course, it’s only the lipstick that matters.

The Blithering Idiocy of the DC Establishment

by dday, Hullabaloo

Sunday, April 06, 2008 05:34:00 PM

We’re going to hear a lot of crap in the next week out of the Administration and their spinners, and robots like Cokie are going to lap it up because, you know, “Americans would prefer to win.” That’s just an ignorant and dismissive remark, and it sadly represents the depth of understanding of the tragedy in Iraq inside The Village. Of course, Cokie’s just repeating what “real Americans” think; that it happens to line up with establishment opinion and helps provide cover for their epic mistake of going along with the initial invasion is just a nice perk.

St. McSame?  Beltway Media darling?

He Didn’t Mean What He Meant

by digby, Hullabaloo

Saturday, April 05, 2008 12:51:00 PM

On the best of days, John McCain’s fanboys rival 12 year old girls screaming themselves faint in the front row of a Jonas Brothers concert, but this rush to ensure that that mean Barack Obama didn’t “get away” with using McCain’s own words against him on the stump was a profile in Xtreme Flyboy-love. Once again, McCain is excused for saying something completely shocking because his scribbling sycophants are sure he “didn’t really mean it.” One can only imagine what it would be like if all candidates were given the benefit of the doubt on such matters.(I’m sorry Jay, but this proves once again that they have not learned any lessons from their irresponsible behavior of the past few years.)

The U.S. establishment media in a nutshell

by Glenn Greenwald, Salon.com

Saturday April 5, 2008 08:11 EDT

Needless to say, these serious and accomplished political journalists are only focusing on these stupid and trivial matters because this is what the Regular Folk care about. They speak for the Regular People, and what the Regular People care about is not Iraq or the looming recession or health care or lobbyist control of our government or anything that would strain the brain of these reporters. What those nice little Regular Folk care about is whether Obama is Regular Folk just like them, whether he can bowl and wants to gorge himself with junk food.

Our nation’s coddled, insulated journalist class reaches these conclusions about what Regular Folk think using the most self-referential, self-absorbed thought process imaginable. The proof that the Regular People are interested in these things is that… the journalists themselves chatter about it endlessly.

Persia and the Great Game

According to the latest wire reports, the verdict is in: even (and perhaps especially) he who would be the next Bush doesn’t know crap about Iran.  This is unfortunate; one would think the disastrous invasion of Mesopotamia would’ve reminded us that we’re talking about a region of the world that breaks empires as a matter of course.

Tonight’s historiorant seeks to address just one of the lessons that needn’t have cost us 4000+ of our own soldiers’ lives to learn: that failing to accurately assess an enemy’s capabilities frequently plays a major role in victories and defeats in Southwest Asia.  Marcus Licinius Crassus didn’t appreciate that fact, nor did Hulagu Khan centuries later.  Join in the Cave of the Moonbat, and we’ll see if we can’t help to educate our misguided Republican brethren before they foist yet another hotheaded dumbass upon the American citizenry – and hopefully forestall our getting enmeshed in yet another Carrhae, Ain Jalut, or Chaldiran.

Historiorant:  A few weeks ago, the sagely klizard, while guest-hosting here in the Cave, laid down the definitive historiorant on Sufism and its impact on Iran – if you haven’t read it, you really ought to; I’ll wait ’til you get back…  

…Good.  As you saw, klizard’s article picked up the History for Kossacks: Persia series where I’d left off for my month-long hiatus – the confusing, multi-kingdom period of Iranian history between the arrival of the Umayyad Caliphate in the late 7th century to the rise of Shiaism during the early Safavid period (about 8 centuries later).  Tonight, I’ll pick up the story again, more or less where klizard left off: at the Battle of Chaldiran.

The tale thus far:  At the conclusion of the last rather ill-attended (tsk, tsk) historiorant on Medieval Persia (sorry for the delay in getting this one posted, btw; last weekend my ‘net connection was savaged by storms), posted back at the end of February, the Safavids were on the verge of achieving dominance over turn-of-the-16th-century Iran, and the empires surrounding them were none too pleased about it.  A few decades before, the grandfather of Ismail I, Junayd, had transformed a quiet sect of Sufism into a revolutionary Shiite movement, and now, in 1501, the 15-year old Shah Ismail I-to-be stood poised to reap the rewards.

Ottomans Were Not Always Furniture

or

Never Bring a Horse Archer to a Gunfight

The Ottoman Turks, who had breached the walls of Constantinople (and in so doing, closed the final chapter in the saga of the Roman and Byzantine Empires) in 1453, harbored imperial aspirations.  With the zeal of the freshly successful, they were inadvertently driving allies into the Safavid camp by persecuting anyone in their territory found guilty of non-Sunnism.  This included some of their own soldiers.

From his base in Azerbaijan, Ismail recruited a group of these disaffected Shiite Turkish militiamen – nicknamed Qizilbash, or “Redheads,” for their elaborate headdresses – from as far away as Anatolia.  When he had gained enough support, he struck at the Aq-Qoyunlu confederation, a coalition of lords that oversaw Armernia, Azerbaijan, and Northwest Persia from the mid-14th century until their final demise in 1508.  In 1501, Ismail defeated them at the Battle of Nakhichevan and captured the city of Tabriz, which subsequently declared the capital of the new Safavid Empire.  

Ismail followed the now-ancient Persian tradition of claiming rulership through ancestral bloodlines.  To prove their Shi’a cred, the Safavids held themselves descended from Muhammad’s daughter through the Seventh Imam, Musa al-Kazim.  To prove that proud Persian fighting blood ran through his veins, Ismail later claimed descent from the line of Sassanid rulers, as well – and since they claimed to be descended from the mighty Cyrus and his Achaemenians

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Ismail expanded his Shi’a state relentlessly for the next decade, eventually bringing to heel regions as far off as Van, Karbala, and Najaf in the west, and Herat and Khorasan in the east.  In doing so, however, he made himself some enemies: the Uzbeks, Sunnis who were driven from the newly-Safavid lands in the northeast, for example, were pretty pissed about having been chased across the Oxus.  From their newly-captured capital at Samarkand, the Uzbek Shaibanid dynasty would continue to harass the Safavids for a long time to come.  Even more ominously, the Portuguese in 1507 grabbed a little piece of Persia for themselves, when they took and occupied the island of Hormuz from the fleetless Safavids.  They later went on to establish a presence at Bahrain.

Those pesky Ottomans kept coming back for more, too, and since they were pretty much the Southwestern Asia superpower of their day, they usually had their way with the Safavids.  Selim I’s invasion of Armenia in 1514 put a poorly-prepared Safavid army to flight, and in August of that year, an Ottoman force numbering 100,000 tracked down a Safavid army half that size at a place called Chaldiran, not far from Tabriz.  It is probably also worth mentioning that a bunch of the Ottoman Janissary troops were armed with muskets, and their army was supported by 200 cannon and 100 mortars; the Safavids brought improved versions of their Parthian ancestor’s bows to the field, though they had such supreme confidence in their own horsemanship that they were actually the first ones to surge across the field, confident in their belief that sheer balls could overcome an otherwise hopeless technological and numerical disadvantage.

Photobucket Ismail himself was wounded and nearly captured at the Battle of Chaldiran, and Tabriz fell shortly thereafter.  Selim was forced to withdraw from his new trophy as winter set in, however, since the Safavids had retreated to the safety of the Persian highlands and the Turkish army was proving mutinously unwilling to go up after them.  In the settlement which followed, enough land was ceded to the Ottomans that Tabriz became a pretty unsafe place to locate a capital – and it also established the boundary that still serves as the Iran/Turkey border today.

Pop Quiz:

1.  After Chaldiran, the Safavids changed the official language of their empire from a Turkish dialect to Persian.  Explain why the Safavids would go to such trouble.

2.  Identify and discuss at least two reasons why the Safavids first moved their capital to Qazwin, a few hundred kilometers deeper into Persia than Tabriz, in the mid-16th century, and then to Isfahan, in central Iran, in 1598.  Take in to consideration that Tabriz was being chronically captured by successive Ottoman sultans, and that Isfahan was a next-door neighbor to the ruins of Persepolis.

3.  For a couple of centuries, the cities of Baghdad, Najaf, and Karbala repeatedly changed hands between the Safavids and the Ottomans.  These cities are all sites of important Shi’a shrines.  Is this a coincidence?  Explain.

4.  Consider the following:  You are Ismail, and you have learned that your favorite wife was captured by Selim at Tabriz.  He will sell her back to you, but at an outrageous price.  As a proud Safavid king, do you:

A.  Pay whatever ransom Selim demands; you love her

B.  Refuse to give in to Ottoman demands

C.  Die of a broken heart in 1524

D.  B & C

(hint: “D” is correct)

5.  Consider your answer to question 4 with regard to the impact of a story like this might have on national identity and – dare I ask – character?  Explain your response.

Feudal theocracy tends to leave an impression

At the time of the Safavid and Qizilbash ascendancy to power in Persia, most of the population was Sunni, with significant-sized Sufi pockets here and there, which necessitated in the mind of Ismail I what one might nowadays cynically call “enhanced conversion techniques.”  As noted at uccalgary.ca, Ismail’s policies may have had more to them than simply distinguishing Safavid Shiism from the neighboring Sunnis:

Considering the zeal with which he enforced conversion among his subjects, however, it is more likely that he was a devout Shi’ite himself, and he believed for religious, not political reasons, that his empire should embrace his faith exclusively. Unfortunately for Ismail, most of his subjects were Sunni. He thus had to enforce official Shi’ism violently, putting to death those who opposed him. Under this pressure, Safavid subjects either converted, or pretended to convert. It is nearly impossible to determine exactly how many truly converted, because virtually the entire population claimed to have converted, out of fear of the consequences. Still, it is safe to say that the majority of the population was probably genuinely Shi’ite by the end of the Safavid period in the 18th century, and most Iranians today are Shi’ite, although small Sunni populations do exist in that country.

Photobucket Under Safavid rule, there was no distinction between the Shi’a religious aristocracy and the government.  The Sunni leadership was killed or exiled, conversion became mandatory, and any practice of Sufism was banned upon penalty of death (alas, how quickly we distance ourselves from our roots…).  Lands and money were doled out to Shi’a religious leaders who promised their loyalty to the Safavids and their increasingly intrigue-ridden corps of Redheads, and the Shah was held to be the divinely ordained leader of both the faith and the nation.

The Redheads really were becoming a problem.  They assassinated at least one shah, and their vakil – the satraps of their day – were as difficult for a weak shah to control as their predecessors had been for the Seleucid kings.  Still, their participation in the military is the only thing that kept Iran free of Ottoman domination through the reigns of those same weak shahs, and some of their court intrigues – like the forced abdication of Shah Muhammad Khudabunda – had positive results.

Shah Abbas restores dignity – by the sword!

In the case of the above referenced resigning king, the positive result was the ascension of his son, Shah Abbas I, to the throne in 1587.  He was only 16, but he learned fast: he lost a little territory in battle, and cut deals that gave up a little more, but by age 19 he attained peace with the Ottomans, and managed to maintain it long enough to buy some time to modernize Persia’s obsolete army.  To do this, he sought the assistance of a British general named Robert Sherley.

Sherley helped to reorganize the Shah’s army along the European model, as the Ottomans had recently done to such devastating effect with their own.  The Ghulams (“slaves”), who formed much of the cavalry, were conscripted Armenians, Georgians, and Circassians; from the Tfongchis and Persian peasantry were drawn the musketeers; and the Topchis manned the artillery.  Against a backdrop of Shi’a religious fervor, anti-Sunni/Turk (and anti-Arab – there was still plenty of fighting in present-day Iraq) animosity, and a rising sense of Iranian identity and nationalism, Sherley and 14 compatriots lived in Persia for years, training an army; eventually the old Brit would assume the role of Persian ambassador to Christendom.

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Back before the Englishmen arrived, Abbas had skillfully taken advantage of the death of Ivan the Terrible in Russia, by securing the fealty of several states in the southern Caucasus.  Abbas wanted to use the reconstituted army that a decade of peace had bought him.  The Uzbeks, who had established themselves south of the Oxus once again, were first on the list, and the cities of Mashad and Herat were re-conquered in 1598.  He then turned his attention to Baghdad, which he took from the Ottomans (along with eastern Iraq and the Caucasus) by 1622, and next the Portuguese, from whom he captured Bahrain in 1602 and Hormuz (hat tip to the English navy) in 1622.

The Safavids had an unfortunate tendency to involve themselves in long, dragged-out wars; Baghdad and the plains of Iraq changed hands several times over the next 150 years.

Neither did Shah Abbas have any compunction about visiting atrocities upon those who resisted him: he ordered a general massacre of Bedarost and Mukriyan (reported by Eskandar Beg Monshi, Safavid Historian (1557-1642) in the Book Alam Ara Abbasi) and a massive forced relocation of thousands of Turks to northwest Iran in response to Kurdish moves toward independence.

In some repspects, Abbas was far sighted and cagey: he expanded Persian trade by cultivating relationships with the British East India Company and its Dutch counterpart/competitor, and since Persia sat astride the Silk Road, and since its people had perfected the art of carpet-weaving under Safavid rule, this made Iran a broker of highly lucrative luxury goods.  In other respects, however, he was as short-sighted as a George Bush and self-destructive as a Richard Nixon – one can assume he was profoundly bummed when he found himself unable to leave a suitable heir to his throne, as he had executed one of sons and blinded two others for fear that they would assassinate him, only to have his other two potential heirs die before him.

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Safavid fortress at the city of Bam

It’s all downhill from here

Isfahan under Shah Abbas was an almost magical place, a crossroads of the world and a city of immense wealth and creativity, but it concealed some serious flaws in its administrative structure.  Ever since the founding of the dynasty, simmering conflicts between Iran’s two major ethnic divisions – the Redheads and the Ghulam-based army, and the ethnic Persian bureaucrats and religious aristocracy – had undermined Safavid efforts to fully unify their state.  Think of it as the “men of the sword” versus the “men of the pen,” in which the pen-guys have a millennia-old tradition of administering their own lands no matter what foreign group held the title of ruler, and the sword-guys – being ethnically, linguistically, and historically completely different from the pen-guys – don’t give a rat’s ass about the non-martial traditions of the bureaucrats.

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Serious Safavid decline began after the death of Shah Abbas II in 1666, but it was kind of like that Rome thing: it was an interlinked series of military defeats, economic decline, and impossibly decadent leadership that did them in, not a single, glorious conquest by the next folks in the historical line.  They say that Suleiman I, reigning from 1666-1694, spent eight of those years in the harem, and that Shah Sultan Hussein (1694-1722) drank without cease.  Indeed, Safavid art became famous for its semi-nudes and celebrations of lovers – which makes sense, given that Abbas and subsequent Shahs had taken advantage of Europe’s Renaissance by sending artists there to study – but it does strike this historianter as a little incongruous with my supposedly-contemporary perception of what a hardcore Shi’a theocracy would look like, culturally speaking.  Something tells me we’re not going to be hearing Mohammad Khatami calling for a return of Safavid (or Qajar, for that matter)-style art anytime soon.

Photobucket Europe was not the only foreign influence for Safavid Persia – in the late 17th century, they got quite chummy with the Ayutthaya dynasty of Siam – but foreign misadventures and missteps were more the general rule.  They lost the Caucasus to the expanding power of Muscovite Russia (“we beat the Golden Khanate!”) and much of Afghanistan to Mughal India (“get a load of the tomb I’m building for my wife!”).  Additionally, the Arabs of southern Iraq, the Uzbeks, and the Ottomans all ensured that the guys who drew the borders of Safavid maps enjoyed a decent sense of job security.

As is so often the case with imperial decline, the problems which plagued the rulers of Isfahan were often a result of their failing to have enough regard for their own history.  For example, the books pretty clearly show that Afghan warlords respond poorly to forcible coercion, so it should come as little surprise to learn that when Shah Sultan Hussein ordered the eastern reaches of his empire converted to Shiaism, the tribes revolted.  Still pissed a couple of years later, in 1722 the Afghans invaded Persia, sacked Isfahan, and spent the next twelve years rampaging around the Iranian countryside.

The Safavids never really recovered, though Safavid rulers seized the crown or were used as puppets by various warlords and minor dynasties seeking to legitimize their claims for decades to come.  One of these rulers, Nadir Shah (r. 1736-1747), attacked and slaughtered in all directions, at one point capturing the Mughal capitol of Delhi before realizing that he’d conquered more territory than he could control.  Before he left, though, he seized the literal seat of Mughal power, the Peacock Throne, and carted it back to Isfahan.  Though the original was destroyed during the civil war that followed Nadir’s death, later rulers made various copies, and the throne of Iran itself became unofficially known as the Peacock Throne until the rise of the Ayatollahs in 1979.

But we’re getting ahead of ourselves.  Back in 1760, the Safavids were toast, and the torch of Iranian leadership passed to…

Karim Khan and the Qajars

Karim Khan Zand (1760-1779), who later adopted the title “Peasant’s Regent” as opposed to Shah, was a general under one of the last Safavid monarchs, the infamous Nadir Shah (a real burn-the-kingdom-to-save-it kinda guy).  From the confusion of the Afghan invasion and the various grabs for power which followed, Karim Khan emerged victorious, and turned out to be exactly what Persia needed – to this day, he is viewed as one of the most just and benevolent rulers in Persian history.  He stabilized the kingdom internally, established a capital at Shiraz, and smoothed over relations with the British by allowing the East India Company a trading post at Bushehr, in the southern province of Khuzestan.   This last, especially, turned out to be a wise move (even given its oddly-portentous name and geographic placement), as this was a time when Britain had little interest in accumulating any more enemies.

So it was that while the American colonists were fighting at Cowpens and Yorktown, signing treaties in Paris, and marveling at the mess their Articles of Confederation created, a Qajar leader, Agha Mohammad Khan was reunifying Iran.  Ethnically a Turkmen Azerbaijani, and politically the head of both the Qajar tribe and the southern province of Zand Persia, he reestablished Persian dominance through Georgia and the Caucasus. He’s also the guy that brought the capitol to Teheran, and initiated the Qajar Dynasty, which would rule Persia until 1925.  

Agha Muhammad Khan himself only got to wear the crown of the Shah for a year (1796-1797) before being assassinated.  His nephew, the ill-fated Fath Ali Shah, next ascended the throne, but soon found himself set upon by the Russians, who were engaging the British on a broad set of Asian fronts in what came to be known as the Great Game.

A nail-biter of a Colonial Era

It is instructive to note some of the context of Persia’s struggle to survive European imperialism.  Here are a few items, in no particular order of importance:

  • Military power: Russia forced Fath Ali Shah to sign the Treaty of Golestan, acknowledging the Russian annexation of Georgia and surrendering a large chunk of the traditionally-Iranian south Caucasus, in 1813.  This means that the Czar was able to compel the Shah to sign this humiliating treaty at the same time as the majority of his army (presumably) was fending off the largest army Napoleon Bonaparte ever assembled.  From this we can probably safely infer that Iran’s leaders were once again bringing horse archers to gunfights.
  • Appeasing the bully: Russia came back for more in the 1820’s, and by 1828 had pounded the Iranians so badly that they signed the Treaty of Turkmanchai, in which Persia surrendered all claims north of the Aras River.  This area now comprises Armenia and the Republic of Azerbaijan.
  • Doing the dirty work: Fath Ali Shah’s grandson, Muhammad Shah, succeeded him in 1834.  At the behest of the Russians, he launched two unsuccessful attacks on Herat during the next 15 years.  This would later lead to the Brits carving from traditionally Iranian lands the state of Afghanistan, which was to serve as a buffer between Persia and British India. This was done under the guise of the Declaration of Paris of 1856, buried far beneath the “Bans Privateering” headline, which Nasser (see below) was forced to sign after the British launched an invasion out of Bushtehr.
  • The just-in-time Great Leader: Nasser al-Din Shah (r. 1848-1896) had much in common with the leaders of one those few other non-Euro/American nations that managed to survive the late 1800’s more or less intact.  Though he fought like Santa Anna, he ruled like Porfirio Diaz – though with a strong undercurrent of Benito Juarez – and he had a bit of the Meiji about him, too: he modernized Iran’s postal and banking systems (there’s irony for you, considering the Persian roots of both), established railroads, and is said to be the first Iranian ever to be photographed.
  • Yeah, but: Nasser al-Din Shah ruthlessly persecuted religious dissidents like the Babis and Bahais, and this persecution only increased after a failed assassination attempt by a deranged Babi in 1852.  He also spent much of Persia’s treasury on his own lavish lifestyle, visiting Europe and running his palace and harem in the decadant style of the Old School.
  • The National Hero: Amir Kabir (“Great Ruler”) was the title given Nasser’s prime minister for the first 2陆 years of his reign.  Amir Kabir did it all: balanced a bankrupted treasury, overhauled the government, established the rules and forms of modern Farsi prose writing, and laid the groundwork for the establishment of Iran’s first modern university, the Dar ol Fonoon in Teheran.  For his efforts, Nasser perceived him as a threat, and had him strangled in exile in 1851.
  • A Stunning Assassination: Shocked the easily shocked on May 1, 1896, when a follower of Jamal al-Din al-Afghani (a wild-eyed moonbat who had the temerity to teach at his madrassah that the key to Muslim unity lay in the rule of law and in constitutional government – the nutcase even included jurisprudence in the curriculum, alongside philosophy, recitation, and mysticism!) killed Nasser while he prayed in a mosque.  Nasser was shot with a gun so ancient and rusty that the Shah might have survived had he been wearing a thicker coat, but he departed this world with the poignant, though possibly-menacing, promise, “I shall rule differently if I survive.”

After the watershed

Mozaffar al-Din Shah (1896-1907) was one of those weak, entitled, and highly disconnected rulers that seem to pop up as empires collapse (not that we modern Americans would know anything about that).  He borrowed money from Russians, then spent it on trips to Europe.  He granted trade concessions in exchange for bribes, and turned a deaf ear to complaints that the Russians were exerting undo influence over his policies.

His failure to protect his supporters – mostly clerics and merchants – from reformist mobs in 1906 led them to seek sanctuary first in mosques and temples, then in the courtyard of the British legation in Teheran (10,000 were said to have sought refuge there).  Mozaffar had reneged on a promise to form a new “house of justice” (a consultative assembly), and now the mob was calling him out.  He finally relented in August, when he promised a constitution, and October, when the Majles, an elected parliament, convened for the first time.  The Majles had broad representative powers, and the right to assemble the Shah’s cabinet for him.  Dejected, Mozaraff signed the necessary documents to make himself a constitutional monarch on December 30, 1906, and died five days later.

Under Muhammad Ali Shah (1907-1909), the Russians did everything they could to restore the monarch to his full absolutist powers.  The Shah even went so far as to use his brigade of Russian-officered Persian Cossack cavalry to bomb the Majles before ordering the constitution suspended.  This provoked reaction in Tabriz, Isfahan, and Rasht, and in July, 1909, marchers from Rasht and Isfahan entered Teheran and deposed the shah (who went into exile and Russia) and reinstated the constitution.

Photobucket Ahmad Shah (r. 1909-1925), who ascended the Peacock Throne at the tender age of 11, would prove to be the last of the Qajar monarchs.  The deck was stacked against him – for example, the division of Persia into China-style spheres of influence under the Anglo-Russian Agreement of 1907 left the throne open to challenges like the one faced when Morgan Shuster, an American in the employ of the Persian government, tried to tax the Russians and wound up with a bunch of tribal chieftains surrounding the Majles and suspending the constitution yet again – but he didn’t help matters much by retaining a 17th-century view of the world and his place in it.

Under the pleasure-loving, generally incompetent reign of Ahmad, Iran found itself occupied by Russian, British, and Ottoman troops during the First World War, and divvied up between France and England by the Sykes-Picot Agreement as the war wound down and the spoils of the Central Powers’ defeat were apportioned.  He was finally usurped in a coup by Reza Khan Pahlavi in 1921, and deposed formally by the Majles in 1925.  That final insult had to be delivered in abstentia, as the last Qajar monarch had already fled to the decadence of exile in Europe.

Still to come…

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The final installment(s) of what has turned out to be (at least) a six-part series should be ready to post next Sunday night, regular bat-time, regular bat-channel – again, sorry about the long delay in getting this one out.  After that…well, let’s put it this way: me and Swordsmith have a convention and a Crusade of Kings (as it were) that we’re gonna love telling you about…

Historically hip entrances to the Cave of the Moonbat can be found at Daily Kos, Never In Our Names, Bits of News, Progressive Historians, and DocuDharma.

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on the left and

on the right.

To strike out text with a line through it, surround the text you want to strike out with on the left and on the right.

To center text on a page, surround the text you want to center with

on the left and
on the right.

To create a gray divider line in your article, like the gray lines between the sections of this Formatting Tips page, place an


tag where you want the gray line to appear. The


tag can be used by itself and is one of the few HTML tags that does not require a closing

tag.

To create a line feed use a
tag. You can use two
tags in succession (

) to create a blank line, or multiple
tags in succession to create multiple blank lines. Like


tags,
tags do not require closing
tags.


— POSTING PICTURES —



To post a picture in your article, you’ll need the URL (web address) of the picture. 聽

It’s best practice to upload pictures to Flickr or Photobucket or other image hosts rather than linking directly to a picture on someone else’s site (aka Hot Linking). 聽The image hosts make it easy to copy & paste the URLs of the pictures into your comment or essay. 聽 Below each picture you will find the HTML code to include with your post. 聽There will be a box that says “copy/paste this code to your website” or something to that effect. 聽

Also be aware of copyright issues. 聽 If you use someone else’s picture, provide a link to the page you found it on, if possible. 聽

The following line of code will display a picture in your article. Replace the URL in this example with the URL of the picture you want to display, and adjust the width to your preference (use “preview” to make adjustments). The height will be auto-calculated proportionally – you do not need to specify it.

You can set the “align” parameter to “left” or “right”, to display your picture on either side of the article page.

NOTE: Please don’t post pictures wider than 500px. Images larger than 500px wide may be removed by Site Admins as they may adversely affect some browser displays.


— WRAPPING TEXT AROUND PICTURES —

TO MAKE YOUR ARTICLE TEXT “WRAP”, (display BESIDE and BELOW your picture), begin typing the text of your article immediately following the image code: 聽

START TYPING YOUR ARTICLE TEXT HERE…..

TO CENTER YOUR PICTURE and display your article text BELOW it, REMOVE the “align” parameter from the image code line, and enclose the entire image code line in center tags:

START TYPING YOUR ARTICLE TEXT HERE…..



— POSTING VIDEOS —

YouTube videos are the most popular video format but there are others that will allow you to embed as well. 聽When you find a YouTube video that you’d like to post, obtain the “embed” code for that video by clicking on the YouTube logo at the bottom right corner of the video which will take you to the YouTube page for that video. Or click on “Menu” in the lower right corner of the video and it will display the embed code for you in the video image.

To the right of the video on the YouTube page you’ll see a box with the title “embed” beside it. Copy the code from that box and paste it into your essay or comment.

For example, most if not all of Keith Olbermann’s “Special Comments” on the MSNBC Countdown program are available at YouTube normally within a day or so of broadcast.

There is a search box at YouTube to help you find videos by searching by name or subject or keyword.

Here is Olbermann’s Special Comment on July 03, 2007 calling on George W. Bush to resign:

The “embed” code for that video (available by clicking the YouTube logo) looks like this, and if pasted into your article will display the video aligned against the left margin, as above:

To post a video in your article centered on the page, simply enclose the “embed” code in center tags (the same as centering pictures, as described above):

Posting that code in your article will display the video centered on the page:

You can also shrink videos by removing the height parameter in both places where it appears in the code and setting the width to a smaller amount of pixels.

width=”250″>width=”250″>


— ADJUSTING TEXT DISPLAY SIZE —

You can make text on screen in your browser display at a larger size any time simply by hitting ‘Ctrl +‘ on your keyboard.

To shrink it hit ‘Ctrl –‘, to return to default ‘Ctrl 0‘.


HTML Tips by Edger – edited by On The Bus

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