I posted an article on Facebook a while back on the protests in Chile by university students, that are demanding free education. It’s an impressive system in that it’s been going on for months. You can check out this NPR article for some background info.
Today on NPR I heard a song that was born from this movement, and I think it’s powerful. And addicting. See below for translation.
Translation:
Venom: your monologues
Your colorless discourses
You don’t see that we aren’t alone
Millions from pole to pole!
To the beat of a single chorus
We will march with the tone
With the conviction STOP THE STEALING
Your state of control
Your corrupt throne of gold
Your politics and your wealth
And your treasure, no.
The time has come, the time has come.
We will allow no more, no more of your shock doctrine
The time has come, the time has come (shock doctrine)
The time has come, the time has come (shock doctrine)
The time has come, the time has come (shock doctrine)
The time has come, the time has come (shock doctrine)
No nations, only corporations
Who has more, more stocks
Fat cats, powerful decisions for very little.
Pinochetan constitution
Opus dei rights, fascist book
Guerilla disguised as a pardoned elitist
The drop falls, the stocks fall, the occupation takes the broken machine
The street doesn’t keep silent, the street scratches
The street doesn’t keep silent, as wide as it is
They take everything, sell everything
Make a profit from everything, life, death
It’s all business
I eat you all, seed, pascuala, methods and choruses
Venom: your monologues
Your colorless speeches
You don’t see that we aren’t alone
Millions from pole to pole!
To the beat of a single chorus
We will march with the tone
With the conviction STOP THE STEALING!
Your state of control
Your corrupt throne of gold
Your politics and your wealth
And your treasure, no.
The hour has truck, the hour has truck
We will allow no more, no more of your shock doctrine
The time has come, the time has come (shock doctrine)
The time has come, the time has come (shock doctrine)
The time has come, the time has come (shock doctrine)
The time has come, the time has come
[Students talking]
Hit for hit, kiss for kiss
With wishes and nourishment
With ashes, with the fire of the present, remembering
With certainty and ripping, with the clear objective
With memory and with the history of the future, it’s NOW
Everything: this trial tube,
Everything: this daily laboratory,
Everything: this failure,
Everything: this condemned economic model from dinosaur times
Everything is criminalized
Everything is justified in the news
They get rid of everything, walk all over everything
Open a file on everything and classify it
But…your politics and your tactics,
Your typical smile and ethics
Your manipulated communique
How many of them were silenced?
Copes, hoses, and lumas
Cops, hoses and tunas
Cops, hoses, don’t add up
How many were those who stole the fortunes?
Venom: your monologues
Your colorless speeches
You don’t see that we aren’t alone
Millions from pole to pole
To the sound of a single chorus
We will march with the tone
With the conviction that the stealing stops
Your state of control
Your corrupt throne of gold
Your politics and your wealth
And your treasure, no.
The time is now, the time is now.
We will allow no more, no more of your shock doctrine
The time has come, the time has come (shock doctrine)
The time has come, the time has come (shock doctrine)
The time has come, the time has come (shock doctrine)
A few weeks ago I had to write a legal brief for a client who applied for asylum. Part of the brief involved researching “country conditions,” to explain why the applicant wasn’t willing to return to his country of origin.
In this case, my client is from Guatemala, and left the country fleeing from gang members. So I started doing research on gangs in Guatemala, including crime rates, prosecution rates, etc. I’ve written about violence in Guatemala before, so parts of this weren’t too shocking. Others were.
In my research, it was interesting to learn how a couple of the main gangs started, mainly Mara Salvatrucha. They began in the streets of Los Angeles, and spread to Mexico and Central America after immigration legislation allowed illegal aliens with a criminal history to be deported. This meant that thousands of gang members began to be deported to their country of origin, and they began spreading gangs in those territories, frequently coming back to the United States, or establishing connections on both sides. These gangs have now created loose affiliations with “narco-traficantes,” aka drug dealers. Small Central-American countries with little police enforcement, and absolute corruption and impunity, create great corridors for drugs that are making their way from South America into the United States: bring drugs into El Salvador and Guatemala, where you can bribe the local police, and smuggle them in to Mexico, and onward to the U.S. (You can check out organizations like International Crisis Groups for more info on this situation.)
Here in South Orange County, we seem to be having a gang problem of our own. It won’t be a huge shocker to know that gangs are made up of Hispanic men, mainly from Mexico and Central America. A news article was published early this year in a local paper of San Clemente, commenting on the “racial backlash” resulting after a gang-related shooting. As I tend to do, I started reading the comments, and as always, was pretty blown away by some of them. For example:
“Screw Mexican gangs. Stupid kids would not join a gang if they had decent parents. Send these fools back yonTJ.. Take your drugs and violence back to your filthy Mexico.”
“And what is the likelihood these gang-banging scum are either illegal invaders or the byproduct thereof! How much more is America going to tolerate? It’s past time for “backlash” against these criminals and this illegal invasion we are being subjected to and injured by!”
“The dereliction of duty, bordering on treason, on the part of those we pay and entrust to uphold our laws is turning this country into a clone of the lawless, violent, and corrupt third world countries the illegal aliens left behind before invading ours.”
“As long as we turn a blind eye to the truth lies will be passed on to our children. This is our town a white town with waves and sunsets not gangs and guns what happend to slinging fists instead of bullets to bad we don’t call it what it is a problem that needs to be dealt with what is rascism but a excuse for the deeds done by scum it will never change til we stand up as a people a community and change it unit and take back what’s yours or it will be gone tommorow. Los Angeles was once a nice place to live. Stop being afraid of being called a racist it’s called realist because it’s what’s really going on. Pray for peace but prepare for war” (I decided to leave grammar mistakes in. Their mistake, not mine!)
These are but a few examples, obviously there are tons of “insightful” comments.
But these comments got me thinking. Is it racism to want to live safely? These gang members are Hispanic, and although I don’t have the facts to back it up, most of them are probably here illegally. What’s the right answer? Community understanding, or protection of your home and neighborhood? People have a right to be upset when their communities are no longer safe, through no fault of their own.
What is it about our Hispanic community that makes our young men vulnerable to gang recruitment? Is it parenting? Lack of quality jobs? Lack of education? Is it social? Economic? Political? Cultural?
Probably a little bit of everything.
The point I want to make with this post is that this problem is real. It is real in Mexico, it is real in small Central American countries like Guatemala and El Salvador. Those lands are foreign to many, and maybe that’s why there has been little interest in finding and fighting the root causes of these gang problems. Why should we care? But as we can see from recent news, these issues are affecting cities here, in our home, that used to be safe havens from crime.
So what do we do? Do we put the blame on a whole ethnic community and tell them to leave? I think the more reasonable solution, but by no means easier, is to work towards combating the root causes that have created this crisis. Given the current financial situation, I know we can’t go out there and find jobs for everyone, but perhaps supporting small local community organizations that are trying to provide these men with educational and technical skills, even the self esteem to believe they can be more than a gang thug. If you’re asking, why should I support someone who’s here illegally, living off of my tax dollars, I’d say: why not? We’re all human beings. We all deserve a right to earn an honest living. National borders are becoming more porous, not less. Why should we care less about an individual simply because of political boundary lines? I’m not saying we should financially support gang members, I am saying we should help them figure out how to earn a decent living so they don’t think joining a gang is their only option.
I think I’ve gone off topic…but the reality is that they’re all interrelated, and it’s difficult not to lump all of these issues together, because you can’t have one without the other.
I am
I am what they left
I’m the leftovers of what was stolen.
A village hidden on the peak,
My skin is made of leather that’s why it stands any weather.
I’m a factory of smoke,
A peasant work of art for your consumption
In the middle of summer, frente de frio en el medio del verano
Love in the Time of Cholera, my brother.
I am the one that is born and the day he dies
with the best sun sets
I am development in flesh and blood
a political discourse without saliva.
The most beautiful faces I’ve met,
I’m the photograph of a missing person.
I’m the blood inside your veins,
I’m a piece of land that is worth it.
I’m a basket with beans,
I’m Maradona against England scoring 2 goals.
I’m what that holds my flag,
the backbone of my planet, is my mountain range
I’m what that my father taught me,
Who doesn’t love his country doesn’t love his mother.
I’m Latin America, a people without legs but that walk
Listen
You can’t buy the wind.
You can’t buy the sun.
You can’t buy the rain.
You can’t buy the heat.
You can’t buy the clouds.
You can’t buy the colors.
You can’t buy my happiness.
You can’t buy my pains.
(repeated)
I have the lakes, I have the rivers.
I have my teeth for when I smile.
The snow that beautifies my mountains.
I have the sun that dries me and the rain that washes me
A desert intoxicated with peyote
A drink of pulque
To sing with the coyotes
All that I need.
I have my lungs breathing clear blue,
The height that suffocates
I’m the molars of my mouth chewing coca.
Autumn with its fainted leaves
The verses written under the starry night
A vineyard filled with grapes.
A sugar cane plantation under the Cuban sun. sun in cuba
I’m the Caribbean Sea that watches over the little houses,
Making rituals of holy water.
The wind that combs my hair
I’m all the saints that hang from my neck.
The juice of my struggle is not artificial,
Because the fertilizer of my land is natural.
You can’t buy the wind.
You can’t buy the sun.
You can’t buy the rain.
You can’t buy the heat.
You can’t buy the clouds.
You can’t buy the colors.
You can’t buy my happiness.
You can’t buy my pains.
(in purtuguese)
You can’t buy the wind.
You can’t buy the sun.
You can’t buy the rain.
You can’t buy the heat.
You can’t buy the clouds.
You can’t buy the colors.
You can’t buy my happiness.
You can’t buy my sadness.
You can’t buy the sun.
You can’t buy the rain.
we are walking
we are walking
we are drawing the way
we are walking
You can’t buy my life.
MY LAND IS NOT FOR SALE.
I work hard but with pride,
Here we share, what’s mine is yours.
This town doesn’t drown with big waves.
And if it collapses I will rebuild it.
I don’t blink either when I see you
So that you remember my surname.
Operation Condor invading my nest.
I forgive but I’ll never forget, listen
(we are walking)
Here we breath struggle
(we are walking)
Alex asked me to write a blog post about what to do in Haiti and that’s turned out to be a really fucking complicated task. Haiti is such a persistent source of frustration, anxiety and astonishment to the world that Haiti is not just Haiti the place. We can’t look at it that way anymore because it’s clearly something more profound to us. It matters to us, it has its hooks in us. So I’m trying to go about exploring what Haiti is by starting with what it represents psychologically. That is, assuming we manifest this, what personal characteristic is dark enough to be Haiti, and what kind of person are we humans?
Well, I think it’s this: I think we’re an addict with a profound sense of guilt and also a profound morality. I think we’re afraid of dealing with what’s real, so we cope through addiction, which hurts us and others. Guilt is the pain that demands we reconcile our actions with our morality. And that’s Haiti.
How does this translate. We are addicted to buying things for our comfort and security. But in our system, things need to be affordable. Though slavery was outlawed in the US, the exploitation didn’t disappear – it had to go somewhere, so it went offshore to Haiti and other spots in the developing world. But it’s the same concept: workers make less money than they’re owed so that our products are affordable. Their muscles pay the difference, and we also draw against the land. It’s the suffering of which we spare ourselves the sight. I’ve never paid the full price for a cup of coffee.
But we have a sense of this pain and we want to stop it because we’re moral – though with one hand we buy the thing that requires their underpaid labor, with the other we try to help.
The best minds have attempted to cure this, but despite the world’s well-wishes, prayers, money and work, Haiti is still slow to heal. It hints at a disconnect – if we keep doing what we’re doing we will never reconcile our comfort with our morality. The story we normally tell ourselves about ourselves is incomplete because it doesn’t include the damage that eventually comes of our addiction.
After traveling the world I’ve come to some conclusions, one of which is the following: It’s a myth that the US has done something right and that Haiti has done something wrong. The comfort we experience is not the result of a superior system. In fact, our system is not our system, it’s THE system, it’s the global system. We sit at the top of a wheel and siphon wealth from the unlucky places at the bottom.
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When I was younger it was easy to proclaim that we needed to crash the system because I knew that it would never happen so I could never be proven wrong. Pretty safe position to take. Now, though, I guess it feels a little closer at hand, intentional or not. So while I don’t think the following can be prescribed, I present it as my vision of a healthy society and, therefore, the tack I’ve started taking with my own life (where applicable). My feeling is that we might as well adopt it sooner rather than later because it’ll probably happen at some point anyway.
So, I imagine the alternative to material accumulation is a kind of mutualism, in which our actions, relationships and exchanges are mutually beneficial. Here’s what a mutualist paradigm might suggest for Haiti and for the US:
1) An emphasis on wisdom in the education system, from the in-body perspective. For some weird reason we’re building schools in Haiti and encouraging them to follow our lead. Our education system doesn’t even work that great here. It trains people for uninspired careers in a global economy that’s teetering.
– Both places should emphasize physical, emotional and spiritual health based on our relationship with the natural world. There should be a focus on nature and natural phenomena (how to slaughter a chicken, how to save seeds, how to hunt, how to make medicine, etc.) and it should be more guided than taught – let kids follow their interest. “In-body” means subjective experience. That is to say, we should give the in-body experience precedence over external authority. For example, science might tell Haitians that Voodoo doesn’t exist. Fuck that.
– The value of the internet to the planet’s shared wisdom can’t be overstated. In Haiti, getting everyone access to the internet should be one of the top priorities. I feel the best thing we can do for Haiti is give them access to the accumulated global knowledge.
– Another idea would be to foster mentorship within a community (which is to say, education does not need to be confined to schools).
2) An emphasis on localizing economies, governments, families and food systems. This reflects a focus on the real (food, touch, etc) instead of the abstract (money, nationalism, etc). This is a matter of being sensitive within ourselves, our relationships and the place we live. With each layer of abstraction we remove, we remove a depth of exploitation. As our current political climate reveals, anybody can say anything. Words are a technology that can be used for good or bad, so any systemic narratives that don’t place a person at the center of his or her world should be dissolved. In practice this means starting (and patronizing) small businesses, giving preference to community problem-solving, and transitioning to local food production.
3) An emphasis on earth systems, which means food forests (permaculture), stream reclamation, etc. It’s urgent that Haiti build up its topsoil. This can be done by re-introducing native plants and trees that had lived in equilibrium (permaculture) for the millennia before the French started exploiting the land. Haiti needs trees before the oil runs out. If they can’t establish a way to feed themselves by the time transport stops, they’re going to be seriously fucked (as will many of us). Though this might seem unnecessarily apocalypse-minded, answer me these questions: how long does it take for a forest to grow back from nothing? How many more years can we count on cheap oil to transport food around the world? I don’t know the answers, but at least I’m being alarmist. What this emphasis on earth systems means for the US is ripping up our shaved-vagina front lawns and putting in food plants, for gods’ sake.
3a) Remove extraneous luxuries. Our western culture needs to engage with the life-death cycle (death being the reality we avoid through addiction). (I don’t know about the Haitian relationship with death.) We’ve been convinced that death is a bad thing, and as long as that’s the case we can be controlled by the threat of death. I think even those of us who think we are ok with death would discover the opposite if we inspected our actions (just as every single one of us agrees that money doesn’t buy happiness, yet many of us continue to labor as if it does). As essential as it is that Haiti resoil its land, it’s just as essential that we lower our expectations for comfort. There’s not enough material on this earth for every person to live like a middle-class westerner. I just made that fact up, but I’ll bet it’s true. In practice this means seeing how it feels to remove extraneous luxuries. How low can you go?
4) Parent no more than one child! This one is mind-bogglingly simple to me, but there’s such ego around it that it’s taboo. How long would it take for us to halve the population? Fifty years? The strain on our planet is more a matter of quantity than quality. I see this issue as a relative of 3a – as afraid as we are of death, we are equally stubborn about our right to procreate prolifically. I’ll bet this is always a linear relationship. In developing countries this probably means continuing to provide access to birth control and sex education, but shit, you know, how’s that going? Again, this large-scale stuff can’t be prescribed, so we just have to practice it ourselves and talk openly about it. For the US this means getting used to a lot more oral and anal sex.
5) Justice. I have no idea how to accomplish this one, but I think the biggest problem in Haiti is actually the lack of justice that puts people at the mercy of gangs and criminals. There’s a combination of fear and loyalty that seems to stall the system. Loyalty is the opposite of justice – remember that, kids. I have no idea what the real-life prescription would be for Haiti, probably a focus on anti-corruption. In our justice system I’d start with reassessing the correlation between drugs and damage.
I know this has been a long-winded answer, but you gotta write something, right? So, in a nutshell, I don’t think the Haitians will have a chance at large-scale, sustainable health until their strength comes from the inside and the world stops messing with it. There are dozens of NGOs doing good things on a small scale in Haiti. Unfortunately there are thousands of NGOs there right now. Maybe we should all take a break. Give Haiti two years without any internal NGOs (except maybe some internet installation and medical groups), then let them invite us back one-by-one according to what they determine their need to be. There would be chaos, but shit has to hit the fan sometime. I don’t know if it’s helping to give them just enough support to keep them alive.
(I feel like I should leave you with a light-hearted message.)
Ultimately, though, the work we’re doing there is an ineffective bandage as long as we continue paying people to cut them.
A huge thanks to Mike for being the first guest blogger on the Discussion on Development section of this blog!
I love that Mike wrote about this, because I really hadn’t thought about my impact when I buy stuff, and that’s a damn shame. Shortly after Mike emailed me his first draft, I went to Target and bought a great little sweater, for $6.00. I was stoked on the price, obviously. But then I thought about what Mike wrote, and I thought to myself, “huh, how much did the person who made this actually get paid?” I mean, you’ve got over head costs you have to figure in to this six dollars: lease, electricity, shipping, customs, not to mention you’re paying the people at Target who stock and run the cash register (to name but a few of the expenses). Now, I know these sweaters are a dime a dozen, so the cost spread out across thousands of sweaters is probably relatively low. But that means someone is probably working under intense pressure to make as many sweaters as they can to meet a quota or to earn enough money off of each sweater they make, so they can put food on the table. Food for thought.
Since Jeff and I met, we’d have these serious conversations about Guatemala, the impunity and corruption there, and we’d try to figure out the answers to “why?,” and then the larger question of “what would change things?” I think these are some of my most favorite conversations with Jeff: we get super academic and talk about things that might be slightly out of our league :)
These questions followed me back from Haiti, and some of the best conversations I had with people there involved the same questions I mentioned above. My initial idea was to simply write one blog about my thoughts, the issues I see, and possible solutions (according to the not-all-knowing me), and leave it at that. But then I thought it would be cool to take it one step further. So here’s my idea: have people who are similarly interested in answering the same questions do guest posts, where they can analyze the “how’s” and “why’s,” in whatever context they find appropriate. For example, I asked Haiti Scholarships co-founder Jim, and he’ll probably take on a more financial argument, being that he’s a finance professor and all (and was that a shameless plug for Haiti Scholarships? Yep. Did I post the same link three times? Yes).
My disclaimers: I’m not claiming we have the solutions. Heck, people have been debating these answers for decades before I even came across them. My goal in getting different people to post their thoughts is simply to gain a little more insight about something I’m passionate about, and maybe open discussion about these same ideas. Unlike this guy, I don’t really know what I’m doing. Also, I’m not big on censorship of ideas, so I will allow people to write about whatever they want, but I take no responsibility for their thoughts or opinions!
Finally, if you have any interest in submitting a guest post, do let me know :)