About Iraq, meanwhile…

I’ve been working hard on a big article on transitional justice this past week. So I know I’ve been a bit AWOL from writing about Iraq here. (But I tried to do my bit on Israel/Palestine.)
I wish I’d written more about my admiration for Cindy Sheehan, who is one heck of an inspiring woman who has succeeded in crystallizing and helping to spearhead the rising tide of anti-war feeling here in the US. (She and I were in touch just a bit back last year when she got started… And she’s been getting a bit of help from some Quakers down there in Crawford, TX.) I gather she had to fly back to California to look after her mom.
Godspeed to you, dear Cindy.
Wednesday evening we had a lovely solidarity vigil for Cindy here in Charlottesville, Virginia. Some amazing things about it: nobody really organized it. Someone picked the spot; Sue, who sends out the email alerts for our local Peace Center, put it out on her alert system; and more than 200 folks showed up.
Most of us “peace demo” stalwarts didn’t know half the people there! (In other words, there were lots and lots of new faces.) Also, given how last-minute and chaotic the arrangements were, lots of peace-demo stalwarts actually never did hear about it in time. Oh well…
Thursday, we did our regular evening rush-hour vigil, too; and we got a fabulous response from the passing drivers. At times more than half the drivers were giving us supportive honks, and sometimes the whole intersection broke out into competitive klaxoning.
Today, Republican Senator Chuck Hagel, who received two Purple Hearts and other military honors for his service in Vietnam, reiterated his position that the United States needs to develop a strategy to leave Iraq:

    Hagel scoffed at the idea that U.S. troops could be in Iraq four years from now at levels above 100,000, a contingency for which the Pentagon is preparing.
    “We should start figuring out how we get out of there,” Hagel said on “This Week” on ABC. “But with this understanding, we cannot leave a vacuum that further destabilizes the Middle East. I think our involvement there has destabilized the Middle East. And the longer we stay there, I think the further destabilization will occur.”
    Hagel said “stay the course” is not a policy. “By any standard, when you analyze 2 1/2 years in Iraq

Charlottesville, New Zealand, conversations in a trailer

So why else has my life been a little crazy recently, in addition to taking off for a weekend in Boston with Faiza?
Tomorrow, Bill and I leave for a couple of weeks in New Zealand. Which will be mainly fun and interesting. (So long as not too many Kiwis are still angry with me on account of my comments about Gallipoli last April? Rotten tomatoes as we arrive at Auckland airport? What do you think?)
Anyway, that’ll give me an opportunity to blog a bit from lands Antipodean… about Restorative Justice , which is quite widely practised there, and also about white-Maori relations, which still fascinate me.
Yesterday, after my return from Boston, I conducted back-to-back interviews for an oral-history project called StoryCorps, which has had a mobile recording studio/trailer on the downtown mall in Charlottesville for the past couple of weeks.
Yesterday late afternoon, I entered the recording booth first of all with my friend Jay Worrall, an 89-year-old Quaker who headed up the “War on Poverty” programs here in Charlottesville back in the 1960s and 1970s> As Jay explained it, dealing with poverty here in Virginia involved first and foremost tackling the problems and legacies of of racial segregation and other forms of discrimination. In the interview, he talked about getting arrested with nine other C’ville Quakers at the entrance to the White House back in those days.
Interestingly, Jay had been in the US Army before getting into the anti-poverty work. Including, he was in the Army for a long time after he became a Quaker. In the Army, he’d been a Military Police officer, and for a few years he was even head of the Army’s criminal Investigation Division units in greater DC.
He said that when he got arrested at the White House– this was after he’d left the army– one of the detectives who questioned him had been someone he’d worked with when he’d been running the Army CID… “”And he couldn’t quite figure out how I got to be where I was.”
The other interview I did was with a great couple of my acquaintance, Dr. Matthew Holden, a distinguished political scientist, and Dorothy Holden, a distinguished quilt artist.
Matthew talked about growing up in an African-American farm family in a town called Mound Bayou, Mississippi, that had been founded in the late 19th century by former slaves. His family had to leave the farm after a terrible drought in 1943, and moved to Chicago… He later became a much respected political-science professor; was President of the American Political Science Association; and testified in Congress about the inappropriateness of using an impeachment proceeding in the case of Bill Clinton’s dalliance (however sordid) with Monica Lewinsky.
In our pre-interview, he’d talked a little bit about the experience of picking cotton, which he’d done some of to help his father when he was still young. Cotton, he explained, really tears your hands up when you pick it. In addition, you have to drag a huge sack along the row behind you, on the ground, as you pick; and as it gets heavier it hurts your back really badly…
I wish I’d pressed him some more for some of those details during the recording session itself.
Dorothy talked with great passion about some of the things she’d done during desegregation years in the 1960s and 1970s, including helping write a big report for the Wisconsin library system on how to improve the portrayal of African-Americans in books for children.
She also talked a little about her quilting. Here you can see some slightly grainy images of two of her quilts.
Her work is so beautiful! You can’t really get a full picture of it there.

Palestinian bazaar; Hip NYC performance space

Lots of interesting things happening in our family, culture-wise, this week.
If you’re in central Virginia this Saturday, come on by the sale of Palestinian heritage embroideries that some friends and I are organizing at Westminster Presbyterian Church in Charlottesville, 11 a.m. though 4 p.m.
We’ll have fine, hand-stitched products to fit every budget: shawls, cushion covers, purses, coin-purses, place-mats, etc.
Plus we’ll be selling Palestinian extra-virgin olive oil… Plus, there’ll be Mediterranean box-lunches with yummy Palestinian delicacies inside. Plus music, cultural events, and a good time for all the family.
A good opportunity to buy somethng special for Mother’s Day (which is on Sunday, here in the US) or for the truly far-sighted, Father’s Day in early June.
All proceeds from the sales go to the refugee and disabled embroidery artists, or (olive oil sales only) Palestinian farm families struggling to hold onto their land and tend their crops. We import our stitched goods from organizations like Atfaluna (Gaza) , Sunbula (West Bank), and the Association for the Development of Palestinian Camps in Lebanon (Lebanon)…
And on a different note…
My daughter Leila, her husband Greg, and their partners are this week opening their great new business in New York City, so if you’re there do stop on by and give them some support!
The place is called Cakeshop. This is a reference to something in popular culture that I’m not quite aware of. Leila assures me that they do, as a matter of fact, have a few cakes there for sale. But mainly the place is a coffee shop, plus record store (yes, that’s right, as in your old LPs, also known these days, more hiply, as “vinyl”), plus a performance space plus– I’m sorry to say– a bar.
Anyway, they’ve all been working their hearts out to get the place organized, up and running. It looked really good when I was there in January. It’s in a very happening part of Manhattan’s Lower East Side.
Go by if you can! I think I ‘ll make the coffee-shop part of it JWN’s “official drop-by meeting-spot” whenever I go to NYC. (For some reason Leila turned down my suggestion that I might do some stand-up comedy for them on opening night. I’m not really upset at the rejection. But hey, boo-hoo all the same.)
You’ll find Cakeshop at 152 Ludlow St. The metro stop is Essex & Delancey on the F or J/M/Z lines.

Peace demonstration, Charlottesville

It was a bright, windy afternoon yesterday on the corner of McIntyre Rd. and Main Street as thirty of us gathered to launch the resumption of our small town’s weekly public peace demonstrations.
The Charlottesville Center for Peace and Justice had been holding antiwar
demonstration/vigils on this corner for several years up until April or Mayof this year. After September 11, and as our country went through the war in Afghanistan and the buildup to the invasion of Iraq, the numbers of participants grew.
But in the spring, once it became clear that the peace movement’s efforts to prevent the launching of the invasion had failed, many people became despondent and a bit discouraged. Plus, after all the energy we expended in the build-up to March 19, many of us were tired, too… Well, whatever the reason, that weekly, rush-hour presence of people with signs and banners–right outside the small Federal Office Building in our town– just petered out at around that time.
But now, it’s back.

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Snow shovels and civic virtue

Wow again. Our leaden skies started dropping freezing rain late yesterday afternoon, then overnight we had around 6 inches of snow. This morning I was out, once again, shoveling the sidewalk. Of course I thought of this post from JWN ‘Golden Oldies’ section.
What, indeed, if Dubya had to shovel his own sidewalks and clean up his own messes in life?
So I had that strong feeling of deja vu all over again. The difference was that the hunk who came to help with the shoveling this time was actually my very own spouse. So that was companionable and we got the job done.
Another dump of the white stuff is, I think, expected for tonight. Dump Bush, I say.

Fall comes to central Virginia

I love these crisp autumn days when the heavy cloak of foliage has fallen away from the trees. We live in the region known as the Virginia “Piedmont”– mainly some bumpy little hills on the southeast flank of Blue Ridge mountains. What is interesting as fall comes is that when you look at any of our thickly-wooded hills outlined against the horizon, you can see the true shape of the hill there, fringed by the spindly outlines of its big crop of trees.
Maybe this is a metaphor for the present falling-off of the big cloak of lies the warmongers told us earlier as they tried to jerk public opinion into supporting this ill-considered war against Iraq?
Here in Charlottesville, as families and friends gather for Thanksgiving and the great smells of Thanksgiving cooking start to fill our homes, many of the people in the Charlottesville Center for Peace and Justice are starting to dust off their (our) antiwar placards and launch a resumption of the public antiwar vigils that CCPJ used to organize every week, rain or shine, outside our local US federal building.
Those vigils continued for many years–with a prime focus on the continuing US-UK actions against Iraq, but also taking inother issues like the attack against Afghanistan. In 2002 and early this year, as the debate over invading Iraq became very intense, the CCPJ’s vigils would attract 50 or 60 people each Thursday, and Tuesday-afternoon vigils were organized, too.
As part of that energy, the CCPJ’s blue yard-signs proliferated around the whole city. The signs say “Say no to war” on one side, and “Stand up for peace” on the other. As I wrote here earlier, the ones I planted in our front yard sometimes stayed a few days, sometimes got stolen or trashed very quickly… But I guess they did get noticed!
Time to put one out again.
Also, a big CCPJ campaign back in January/February succeeded in persuading our city council to pass a resolution declaring C’ville to be “a city of peace”, and urging the national government against taking any step in Iraq that was not explicitly authorized by the United Nations.
But, that campaign to prevent our national government from launching its unilateral and aggressive war against Iraq failed. This time around– by which I mean, heading into next year’s presidential election–the stakes in our battle against national-level militarism will be much, much higher.
It’s important to note that last spring’s offensive against Iraq was launched quite in line with the President’s September 2002 “National Security Strategy” document that advocated the launching of preventive and not merely pre-emptive war. So if this President, having acted thus, and in accordance with his own stated doctrine of international engagement, gets re-elected then that would send a powerful and very depressing signal around the whole world. Namely, that the American people supports this policy of aggressive unilateralism. Plus, it would give the militarists in our country a degree of legitimation for their approach to international affairs.
It is true that political realism and the howls of protest that the Bushies have been hearing from inside the uniformed military have already caused them to curtail their earlier ambitions significantly.
Remember the time back in April/May when the rightwing media here were full of promises that Iran, or Syria, or North Korea, or whatever, would be next in line for a US invasion?
We’re not hearing those bullying and vainglorious threats nearly so much these days. Thank God. And the administration certainly looks as though it’s trying to cobble together some kind of a quick “exit strategy” that will bring the bulk of the US forces out of Iraq next summer– in time for the elections!–and never mind about some of those more ambitious goals about “re-making Iraq” or “re-making the entire Middle East” or whatever.
So yes, there is some “realism” there in Washington (though the Transition Plan for Iraq that was announced November 16 looks almost completely unworkable at this point, as well as highly undemocratic.)
But I still don’t think that most of the Bushies have learned the broader lesson about the unworkability, immorality, and sheer arrogance of the whole doctrine of “preventive war” in the present age, let alone the even broader (and very pragmatic) lesson that the security of US citizens and institutions cannot be assured by relying on the use or threat of force against the other 96% of the world’s people, but must be based instead on the establishment and maintenance of networks of good relationships with non-US peoples and institutions of the world.
Is this so very hard to see, and to understand? Four percent trying to dominate 96 percent by the use and threat of force?
Maybe the Bushies should have a word with some of the Afrikaaner volk there in South Africa. Those good white “Christian” leaders thought they could dominate their little multicultural microcosm through reliance on force alone, and without giving the non-White peoples any meaningful say at all in determining the policies that affected them all…. They tried and tried and tried. (Along the way, apartheid was declared by the UN to be a “crime against humanity”. That didn’t stop them.)
But at the end of the day, the Afrikaaners recognized that their attempt to monopolize all decisionmaking power in the hands of a small minority was unworkable, and they bowed to the swelling demands from around the world that they give their country’s non-White people an equal, democratic voice in decisionmaking. For many of the Afrikaaners, making that swiytch to going along with democratic power-sharing was not easy. They had so many fears about what the non-White peoples might do to them!
But it all worked out alright. Amazingly; miraculously. Thanks to what one of my South African friends called “the Madiba Effect” (that is, the amazing spirit of reconciliation and generosity promulgated by Nelson Mandela), the transition to democracy went much more smoothly than anyone beforehand could have expected.
Yes, there is still much righting of old wrongs that remains to be done there. But taken altogether, still, a miracle.
Did I mention that in the days of White monpolization of power in South Africa, the Whitefolks there made up around 17 percent of the national population? And even with that percentage they found they could not sustain their exclusive and brutal system.
So why should anyone imagine that at the global level, the 4 percent of the world’s people who are US citizens can monopolize global power on matters of common concern to everyone?
It’s crazy. And luckily, there are a good number of us here in the US who realize that, and are determined to change things. Let me go out to the garage and look for my old blue yard signs…

Why I’m glad we left Washington DC

Bill–“the spouse”–and I moved our family home to Charlottesville, in central Virginia, from Washington DC back in 1997. It was a bit of a wrench. I was in my mid-40s and not really relishing the prospect of doing all those “newcomer in the community” things. On the other hand, I was feeling increasingly alienated from DC, which is a strange, fairly rootless, and highly segregated city…
Anyway, almost immediately I found I loved living here. One big discovery–I kid you not!–was enfranchisement.
Living in DC, you see, a person has no voting representation in the US Senate or House of Representatives. Hard to believe, I know. US leaders do, after all, routinely prance (or fight) their way around the world declaiming the virtues of one-person-one-vote democracy. But if you actually live in the capital city of this so-called “democracy” you don’t get a vote.
Which means that discussions of national politics held in the salons of the DC neighborhood of Georgetown or whatever all have a highly rarefied tone. Kay Graham (in her day) or Pamela Harriman or other grandes dames of the Georgetown scene may all have a huge effect on national politics by virtue of who they know, whom they can fund-raise for, etc. But they only get to actually be represented in the Senate or Congress by virtue of whatever residence they can establish in out-of-DC vacation spots in Colorado or wherever.
And those of us poor slobs who never had vacation homes? Fuggedabout it. No representation (but plenty of taxation.)
Well, so that was a refreshing change. We came here, and suddenly we get to vote and help organize for Congressional and Senate candidates; and we have a lively and progressive local politics, and a great Delegate in the Virginia legislature (Mitch Van Yahres).
But there are a lot of other reasons it’s a good community to live in, too. One is the city school system, from which our daughter Lorna graduated last summer. We have great community theater, live music, bookstores, and restaurants. And then more recently, yesterday and today, I got to take part in two other community-level events which made me glad I live here.
Yesterday, as part of the weekend-long Virginia Film Festival–held here in C’ville–I was part of a panel discussion that was held following a showing of the great David Russell movie, “Three Kings”.
We even made the front page of today’s local paper! Read all about it here.
Then today, I got to take part, a little vicariously, in the annual conference of an organization I’ve long supported called Virginians for Alternatives to the Death Penalty.
Vicariously, because I was actually one of the four women from the C’ville Center for Peace and Justice who put on the lunch for the conference. The leader of our team, Virginia Rovnyak, was stunningly well-organized; and she, the other team members and I enjoyed working together while with one ear we also listened to the goings-on in the main room.
I did have a fleeting thought or two along the lines of, Why is it that some tasks seem to end up so gendered even in so-called “progressive” organizations? But by and large I was really happy to be able to help out. Virginia (the state) has a shocking record as a death-penalty state, and it looks like an extremely “long, hard slog” to be able to change that…
I guess there are a number of reasons so many interesting things end up happening in C’ville. One is that we have the University of Virginia here. Another is that the city is fairly central for the whole state, so a number of state-wide events end up being held here rather than in the state capital, Richmond.
Elsewhere in the city today, a gay-rights group was holding a conference. And for sports afficianados, there was even a big U.Va. football game.
Bill’s out of town this weekend. But I’ll be plenty busy. There’s a memorial service tomorrow, sadly, for my friend Rosemary Johnson, who died on Wednesday. And tonight there’s a pre-Halloween party to go to.
I’m not sure I’m quite in the mood. But on the other hand, it seems like a really important time to be with friends.

Jew-haters under every bed?

It’s interesting, isn’t it, how two people can read the exact same text and get two very different impressions out of it?
I wrote here on Tuesday about Malaysian PM Mahathir’s speech. George Loper, who runs a local community bulletin board here in Charlottesville, posted it up on his board, where it elicited a furious response from a young man called Henry Weinschenk:

    The one that needs to “get a grip” is Elena [sic] Cobban. It is true that Mahathir said “Is there no other way than to ask our young people to blow themselves up and kill people and invite the massacre of more of our own people?” But, we should not think that he means peaceful ways to deal with Israel… or the “jewish problem”. He is not talking about peaceful ways to solve the conflict in Palestine. He is only talking about changing to more effective tactics, than the ones being presently used.
    When Mahtir [sic] says “As Muslims we must seek guidance from the Al-Quran and the Sunnah of the Prophet. Surely the 23 years struggle of the Prophet can provide us with some guidance as to what we can and should do.” Most westerners don’t know what this means. It actually means ethnic cleansing and genocide of the jews of Medina (Madinah). The same jews that gave him, and his followers, asylum from his enemies in Mecca.
    Mohammed and his people, just as Hitler did centuries centuries later, expulsed [sic] two of the three jewish tribes in Medina under some flimsy pretext. Then, the last tribe — approximately seven hundred people, consisting of men, women and children — was killed. A “final solution” if there ever was one, with striking parallels to Hitler’s. And, here lays [sic] the problem with Mahathir’s words. What he means is very clear. There is no need to try to embellish his yearning for an effective way to eliminate Israel. No more no less.

So that was Henry’s reading of Mahathir’s speech. (Well, I hope he read the whole of it.) My reading was, as I’d noted, very different. I think it’s very interesting that Henry claims to have “inside knowledge” as to what Mahathir “actually meant” by his references to the Prophet Muhammad’s actions 1400-plus years ago. That is SO amazing! What incredible, long-distance mind-reading powers this young man must possess. (DARPA should hire him immediately.)
Especially amazing since none of the hundreds of Muslim leaders, pols, and journalists who were present at the event were ever smart enough to be able to give that explanation of what Mahathir “actually meant” in a speech that, as I’d noted, also contained references to Jews as objects of emulation, a couple of impassioned pleas against suicide bombings, and a reminder that some Jews are actually well-disposed toward Muslims…
Henry’s reading of the historical record of what happened to the Jews in Medina in Muhammad’s day was also, let’s say, a very particular one. PBS, in its recent series “Muhammad: Legacy of a Prophet” had an interesting, and carefully researched and expressed description of what happened to those Jews. You can read it here. It is a complex rendering (unlike Henry’s), of what must have been a complex series of events in the city’s inter-tribal politics.
But Henry W seems determined to find a Jew-hater under every bed. The problem with that kind of mindset is that if you (over-)react to everything you encounter in life based on it, then unfortunately it trends towards becoming a self-implementing prophecy.

Work, and a long weekend

I’m sorry I haven’t posted much here recently, but I’ve been writing up two or three storms. “Real” writing, that is… working on this humungous great redrafting project I’m working on, plus a Hayat column on Saturday, plus a CSM column yesterday.
Longtime readers of JWN may see some familiar arguments– more elegantly stated– in the CSM column which will come out Thursday. You can check their website for it then.
I did have a bit of time for some fun stuff over the long weekend, however. On July 4th, we went to a great evening party at our friends Chip and Betsy Tucker’s place. Here’s me going down the Slip ‘n’ Slide. (I’ve never been on one before. What a blast!)
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Just to prove that I do occasionally act with decorum, here’s a picture of me a little later, upright, and with our friends Lynette and Otto Friesen:
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On Sunday evening, we got to go to a fabulous concert given here by John McCutcheon. John played many of his beautiful traditional instruments, sang some Woody Guthrie songs, and many, many of his own. He’s a really engaging performer.
The new(-ish) song of his that I liked the best was “Ashcroft’s Army”. Here’s the main gist of it:

    I wanna be in Ashcroft

End of a busy weekend

I’ve been working like the proverbial blue-arsed fly for nearly the whole weekend. Friday, I drove up to DC for the memorial service (gathering?) for my dear and recently departed old friends Jean and Richard Van Wagenen. It was really poignant. Richard had been my Dad’s best friend during WW2 when they worked in Military Intelligence together liaising with each other on behalf of their respective national armies. When he died last month, it really felt to me like the end of an important link with my father’s generation.
When I moved to DC as the single parent of two small kids, in 1982, Richard and Jean were like surrogate parents for me, and surrogate grandparents for the kids. Jean died the day after Thanksgiving.
Yesterday (Sat.), I started out with high hopes that it would be fun to take part in a once-a-week training program for the C’ville Women’s 4-Miler, which is coming up at the end of August. I can already run four miles, however, and do it from time to time as a stretch on my usual 3-mile run. And the program seemed designed for total neophytes. Plus it was extremely rah-rah. I told my friend Beverly whom I was sitting next to on the bleachers as the rah-rahs were progressing, “I think I’m too English for this.”

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