graysmoke

Thursday, July 27, 2006

What Is There To Say?

Our communications technology makes it possible now for billions to either sit in front of a television set, watch YouTube, tune in by Blackberry,scan blogs from many nations......to hear and see the barbaric events that seem to be coming all too commonplace.

The most current eruption being the Lebanon/Israeli insanities.

I have decided to read and view as many individual blogs as I can find time for. One that I visited today is a young girl in Baghdad. Blogs more about what we might consider mundane things, her anxiety about the grades she is waiting for that will determine if she gets into university, with the angst of telling about relatives home being destructed by car bomb without fatalities and injuries not too critical.
Remarks on the housechores her mom assigns to her, signifying how this universal mother/teen-age daughter scene plays out across cultures.

I assume she must be seventeen or eighteen years old - getting pressure to pursue a career in pharmacy or medicine instead of the field she favors...computer programming.

She blogs in English as a way to encourage comments from other than just Iraqis and polish her already incredible language skill which is superb. A sense of connectedness results from learning the details of her personal life.Her home town is Mosul, that we have heard so much about, but the family moved to Baghdad and there is extended family there, so you hear about the aunts, uncles, baby nieces - again making learning of events there much more realistic than when hearing "professional" (ahem) journalists reporting.

As I read more and more of these, from Israel, Palestine and Iraq, It gives me quite a different feel for what daily life is like in each of these countries and how the individuals are affected. And one get concerned when a favorite blogger hasn't made an entry for many days, interrupting what has seemed to be somewhat of a time pattern in their entries.

It, to me, is another consciousness elevating experience.

Why don't you join in? Googling can introduce you to lists so I won't include them here.

Some of them post personal video they have themselves recorded. The devastation is ...well, devastating.


graysmoke

Change

The cold water was not too hot today......

Recently during some record setting triple digit...

Temperatures up to 118....

We finally have a break.

One has to state conditions carefully...

It is easy to be misunderstood..

When remarking that we are also...

Setting new highs on over-nite lows....

Has the sound of an incongruity..

Like the cold water being too hot...

Tuesday evening the front moved in....

Noisily..

For over two hours we gratefully accepted....

The crashing thunder, flashing lightning..

As the price for two inches of rainfall....

Desperately needed here where we must....

Be in about the eighth or ninth year...

Of drought.

This morning about 3 a.m. I heard the raindrops..

This time more quietly pattering on the roof...

Mother Nature over her tantrum...

Experienced as natural during our monsoon season....

Another generous gift of life's essential....

Component ....becoming more scarce as...

Population and consumer demands grow...

And conservation receives too little attention...

Developers keep acquiring permits.



graysmoke

Thursday, July 20, 2006

Victim? Casualty? Suicide?

I've decided to post this article because too often these soldiers join the forgotten.



http://www.alternet.org/rights/39159/



Mother of Suicide Vet Flies Old Glory Upside Down

By Matthew Rothschild, The Progressive. Posted July 18, 2006.


Four months after returning home from Iraq, Army reservist Jason Cooper hanged himself. And not even 'patriotic' entreaties or vandalism will stop his mother from flying the flag upside down. .

He was an Army Reservist in the Iraq War.

On July 14, 2005, four months after returning home to Iowa, he hanged himself.

He was 23.

Since then, Jones has been flying her American flag upside down, though someone came on her property once and turned it right side up, and another person stole it.

“We had a flag out the whole time Jason was in Iraq,” she says. “Once he died, my boyfriend Vince turned it upside down to protest everything that’s happening with our government, especially our soldiers being failed when they come home.”

Jones says Jason wasn’t the same when he got back from Iraq.

“He was a really upbeat, happy, funny kid” before he left, she says. “You could tell his smile was gone when he came home.”

He also had a hard time paying attention.

“We did notice right away that he’d space off while you were trying to talk to him,” she says. “His thoughts were floating off somewhere else.”

And the reaction of some of his friends caught him by surprise.

“He was excited to see them,” she says, “and he thought they would be, ‘Hey, Coop, good to see you.’ But instead, the first thing that would come out was, ‘Jas, you shoot anybody?’ He was so taken aback he didn’t know how to answer. He’d just say, ‘I don’t want to talk about it.’ ”

Jones tells me her son was hit by enemy fire. “His flack jacket took 37 pieces of shrapnel,” she says. “He didn’t even get a bruise.”

Jones also told Jennifer Jacobs of the Des Moines Register of one haunting memory he had about an insurgent who executed an Iraqi child in full view of Cooper and other members of his unit.

Jason was having a lot of nightmares and flashbacks, his mother says. “His girlfriend said he’d wake up in night sweats, and she had to take him out for a walk at three in the morning.”

Jones says she really got worried three days before her son died.

“He called me at work towards the end of the day,” she says. “He was at the mall. He was crying. He was really disoriented. He didn’t know what was happening. He was afraid. He told me a friend of his had just died. I asked what his name was. And he said Jeremy Ridlen, who had died a year before.” (Ridlen, an Army National Guard Specialist, died in East Fallujah on May 23, 2004.)

Jones says her son “knew he needed help, but he didn’t want to go the VA.” She says he’d gone there the month before, after he hurt his wrist in a motorcycle fall. “When he went to the VA, they didn’t have room to treat him that day,” she says.

Plus, she says, he was worried about the stigma he might get if he appeared to be weak.

“He was still active duty,” she says, and “he knew he would have to go back” to Iraq.

Jones says the military isn’t doing enough for soldiers suffering from Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder. “They are not being take care of,” she says.

The VA denies this.

“We’re out there in their faces. . . . We’re all there for them,” Victor Tate, a VA outreach specialist in Iowa, told the Des Moines Register. “At no time in the history of America has more attention been paid to veterans.”

Now a member of Gold Star Families for Peace, Jones says she’s “forming a subchapter support group to help with military families who’ve had a suicide” after their loved one returned home.

“So far we know of about 70” such tragedies, she says.

Recently, Jones wrote a letter to Jason, which she posted on his memorial website.

“Jas, Mother’s Day came and went, and it was so hard not to hear from you. You always had something that you were so proud to give me. I still have petals from the pink roses you sent while still in training or all the drawings you loved to make. I carried your military boots in a Mother’s Day march in Washington, DC, to bring our troops home now. . . . I realized then that I did spend time with you on Mother’s Day and even though it wasn’t in a way that I would prefer, you will never be gone from me. You will always be in my mind and heart. . . . I hope you are in a sea of flowers now honey. No worries, no pain, just happy and enjoying the beauty of heaven. I miss you, buddy! I still wait for a phone call, I still long to hear ‘love you, Mama.’ . . . I am so grateful that you were my son to leave life-long memories. Love you the mostest, Mama.”

In that letter, she talked about the upside down flag. “I must admit that I never really liked the idea of the flag hanging upside down,” she wrote, “but it did represent a signal of distress so I agreed to keep it that way.”

One day early this March, Jones says someone turned their flag rightside up. “It happened between the time we went to the grocery store and came back. We were gone only half an hour,” she says. “I was kind of shocked. We live on a five-acre piece of land on a really long driveway, and the flag is on the house. They had to be watching us leave. That’s kind of weird, someone sitting out in a corner watching us somewhere.”

About a week later, she got an unsigned letter, postmarked March 13.

“I’ve noticed for quite some time now that you fly your American flag upside down. . . . Please don’t disrespect those who have fought and died on our soil preserving your very freedom and mine. . . . Let’s rally behind our troops and if they don’t believe in what they’re doing, let them voice it. Every single person in the armed forces today signed on the dotted line. . . . I know your flag is sending out a message that you might not have though it was sending. So I felt compelled to tell you what I thought.”

It was signed, “An extremely sincere fellow American citizen and proud of it.”

And in the P.S., the person added: “If it truly is that you hate living in this country and are ashamed of our freedom, then by all means, sir, why do you live here?”

In response, Jones wrote a letter to the editor of her local newspaper, the Chariton Leader.

“To the Person Who Didn’t Sign Their Letter,” Jones began. She explained that “flying our flag upside down in no way shows disrespect for our country. Flying the flag upside down is a sign of distress as stated in the United States Code of Flag Rules and Regulation.” She told of how her son was proud to be an American soldier, and even wanted to go back to Iraq. “But somehow, in four short months after returning home, his belief, pride, and willingness was eroded away by the invisible wounds of war.”

She discussed his suicide: “On July 14, after weeks of flashbacks and nightmares and having no medical help (yes, the VA turns them away) he took off his dog tags, walked to the basement of his home and wrapped a rope around his neck. And at 5 pm my precious son and proud warrior stepped off the chair.”

She asked for some understanding.

“Try explaining to Jason’s 13-year-old brother who planned on following Jason’s footsteps what went wrong,” she wrote. “Try explaining to the 8th Grade Confirmation Class who Jason had just personally thanked for their support during his deployment what went wrong. And mot of all, try seeing the fear in Jason’s Brother in Arms eyes as their trembling hands pull the American flag from his coffin and neatly fold it and present it to his family. Fearing their own future. So you ask why our flag is flying upside down. Because our soldiers are in distress and because of that very contract you talked about that they signed, they are not allowed to voice their opinion, so they rely on us to do so.”

She went on to say that “our country is in distress” for the way it has failed its vets. And she concluded: “When you drive by my house and see my flag flying I challenge you to help me turn it right side up. Show me that you are willing to do what it takes to help those that protect our rights and freedoms. And when I see that no soldier has been left behind, then that will be a day of joy for me to fly her right side up.”

Shortly after her letter appeared in the paper, her flag was stolen in the middle of the night. “They took the whole flagpole and everything right out of the holder,” she says.

“I just went and got another one and put it back up.”

Matthew Rothschild is the editor of The Progressive.

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graysmoke

Wednesday, July 19, 2006

Impotence

July 19, 2006

This isn't about sexual performance ability - rather it is about the pandemic inability to avoid mayhem. The type of mayhem that has been happening in Lebanon and Israel in addition to the Iraq theater of AUMF.

I am more or less in hibernation due to a couple of factors. We are in temperature extremes that make it perilous for me with existing health and age considerations, to be out and about except for necessities.So I have an abundance of time to surf the internet and the cable television and watch the world in another orgy of pathological violence. It seems the volcano of hate erupts as periodically as nature's active spewers do. Each time, one hopes there will never be another round of senseless deaths of the innocents in this macabre war dance over territory, and differences of religion and culture.

There is a new dimension now to the awareness of what is happening. And not being able to influence any of the power players, breeds a depth of frustration never felt before. This magnification of dimension comes from a sense of involvement,a product of our tech age with individuals blogging in real time from the actual places targeted in the bombings and killings.

The famed journalist Robert Fisk (British) who has lived in Beirut for thirty-years writes online descriptions, so poignant,they tear your heart out.

The citizen journalists entering their personal reports on "BaghdadBurning" and "BloggingBeirut" are like virtual transports into the war arena- and if they aren't following a usual pattern of posting - one wonders about their safety.

The broadcast news by contrast with these sources, make clear the biases promulgated by the corporatist/political affiliations.

Perhaps the most frustating part happens because I do not support the present administration in their chosen role regarding all this.

The destruction is appalling, and I struggle to keep my spirit from being damaged by the futility of it all. I dream about some national leader taking the initiative and harnessing enough of the nations that want this type of annihilation under some neutral control and it is not happening with our current institutions, such as the United Nations. That used to be the role of America's leaders, president and state department but diplomacy is a lost art that hopefully will be recovered when in the next elections we select leaders that will have the skills and intellect and education to cope with these global challenges.

Across the television screen the parade of ambassadors, think tank fellows, political leaders, recite this view - that history - ad nauseum; and meanwhile the children, the general citizenry bear the brunt of these ancient hostilities transferred down through history like some inexorable DNA of doom.

Demonizing takes place with vengeance by all sides. Voices of peace and reason are silent, not a whisper that I can hear. Even customary symbols of goodwill such as the dove and olive branch seem absent from the human psyche now.It's like someone turned out the lights for good down in this long long rabbit hole where we have fallen.

graysmoke

Saturday, July 15, 2006

Going Up or Down

Most probably both - In flames that is, in the Middle East, that's where.

Just when you think things there are as bad as they can get, events explode and prove one wrong! Even a strong dose of watching a rebroadcast of C-Span 2 program featuring Gino Strada and Howard Zinn has failed to raise the cloud of sensed doom engendered by the developments of the last few days.

It seems quite possible that more despair will feed the beast of violence and mutual annihilation.

It seems trivial that the most advanced countries are meeting in St. Petersburg for conferencing on financial/trade matters - when is there going to be a global peace summit? How many innocents are going to be sacrificed this time - Strada had some interesting statistics on who the actual victims of warfare are. If memory serves me correctly, he gave the highest number of losses (57%)as affecting those under age of 14, and one other figure stuck in my head, the actual combatants deaths are only 7%. I have tried to find internet source to link to for tables he used but haven't yet located them.Strada was a military (Italian) surgeon in Afghanistan and many other areas of conflict.He has a book out. Green Parrots: A War Surgeon's Diary Green parrots refers to a type of miniature land mine strewn generouly over Afghanistan by the Russians during their conflict there. You can easily see why he developed an interest in the theme of his book.

Here is a link to an article that Zinn wrote:

ahttp://progressive.org/?q=mag_zinn0905

Is the continuing nightmare of war going to destroy humanity?

graysmoke