REMOVE POLICE FROM Chicago Public Schools

July 22, 2020

REMOVE POLICE FROM Chicago Public Schools
https://bit.ly/REMOVECPDfromCPS

At the August 2020 meeting the Chicago Board of Education will – again – vote on whether CPS should terminate their relationship with the CPD.

It is past time to remove police from schools.

Please read and consider endorsing this letter – https://bit.ly/REMOVECPDfromCPS – that was prepared for the June 2020 meeting. The letter also lists other actions or residents of Chicago or CPS alum – such as making a meeting with BOE members or your Chicago alderperson.

Please read and consider signing, adding comments, and forwarding to colleagues.

And, most centrally, our young folks and community based organizations have been leading the way.
Follow their campaign and support their initiatives: https://copsoutcps.com


SUPPORT the MOVEMENT!!

July 20, 2020

Today at Noon (9am Pacific) for 8 minutes and 46 seconds workers across the country are walking off the job for justice, workers internationally are taking action in solidarity, and people everywhere are showing their support as part of the July 20, #StrikeForBlackLives!


Please Subscribe to “Under the Tree”

July 8, 2020

https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/under-the-tree-a-seminar-on-freedom-with-bill-ayers/id1521512100

You can subscribe to “Under the Tree: A Seminar on Freedom” on SoundCloud, Spotify, or wherever you listen to podcasts.


Barbara Ransby Rocks

July 6, 2020

https://portside.org/2020-07-06/white-left-needs-embrace-black-leadership


Your Fourth of July

July 4, 2020

Frederick Douglass:
(Rochester NY, 1852)
What, to the American slave, is your Fourth of July? I answer: a day that reveals to him, more than all other days of the year, the gross injustice and cruelty to which he is a constant victim. To him, your celebration is a sham; your boasted liberty, an unholy license; your national greatness, swelling vanity; your sounds of rejoicing are empty and heartless; your denunciation of tyrants, brass fronted impudence; your shouts of liberty and equality, hollow mockery; your prayers and hymns, your sermons and thanksgivings, with all your religious parade and solemnity, are, to Him, mere bombast, fraud, deception, impiety, and hypocrisy—a thin veil to cover up crimes that would disgrace a nation of savages. There is not a nation of the earth guilty of practices more shocking and bloody than are the people of these United States at this very hour.


July 4th indeed!

July 3, 2020

https://drive.google.com/file/d/1–rEXjzEd3T5PtFLzH45NAFNj_5MEmp-/view


Reparations Now!

July 1, 2020

Tell the truth; right the wrong; repair the harm; reconcile.
It’s sequential: truth, reparations, reconciliation.
So yes: tear down the statues (truth telling), defund the police, build palaces of learning in the public schools, universal health care, community control,homes for the unhoused, guarantees of income, close the pentagon, abolish the prisons, cancel student debt, tax the rich, take back the land—for a start.
DEMAND the IMPOSSIBLE!


The Empty Shield

June 29, 2020

The Empty Shield
by Giacomo Donis
Black Spring Press, an imprint of Eyewear Publishing

Hey Giacomo—
Whew! My shield is empty, my sword sheathed.
What a book! What a dazzling experience! Discovery and surprise on every page!
But this is not a book one reads; rather, it’s an encounter one yields to, an experience one accommodates.
Right here, right now, just this.
Take this book firmly in both hands and fly upward, kissing the clouds and winking at the kites and condors and whooper swans flashing by. Or dive deep, and slide past the luminous sea creatures sparkling in the yawning darkness all round. Perform wheelies and magic tricks with the book, but do not—under any circumstances—ask it to tell you what it means. It means everything, and it means nothing at all. You decide.
Or do what I did: Stuff it into your back-pack with your other survival supplies—water, Vaseline, Vitamin C—add whoever you like for ballast (I took George Orwell, James Baldwin, and Angela Davis—Giacomo had Melville, Conrad, the Greeks and the Zen masters as his traveling companions). Best read on a circular subway, the alphabet soup of D, F, B, A offering incalculable choices and unbound opportunities for getting lost and being found. The hours of folly are measured by the clock, says Blake, but of wisdom no clock can measure.
Joy and Justice, Bill

From Hilton Obenzinger:

The Empty Shield by Giacomo Donis is a splendid tour de force. The narrator spends two full days and nights riding the NYC subway March 1972, contemplating his decision (or, as he puts it, his decision to decide) to leave the country. Earlier he had rejected his student deferment for the draft then went to his physical after starving himself and then demanding to be drafted so he could organize against the war in the military. He was given a 4F but he wasn’t done yet.

In his night journey he travels through NYC subways reading and arguing to himself, bringing a wide range of intellectual sources, such as Hegel, Melville, classical Greek myth (he was a classics major), Zen masters, and much more, as well as a keen, immediate sense of all the events of the Vietnam War and opposition to it leading up to that date. If you lived through that time, and even if you didn’t, you are overcome with how much was happening with the war and in the US. Termed a political autobiography, it is a somewhat fictionalized expository journey through the underworld, expressing the desperation of that time, especially for young men facing war, debating all the grand questions.

Take a look at the blurb, which gives a deeper description. The Epilogue of the book gives a wonderful gloss to the whole journey of the book:

“I had remarkable conversations with my grandfather. I went
to Atlantic City to see him every few months when I was at
NYU. The last time, of course, was in June, 1972. I told him I
was unhappy with life in the United States—with the political
life, which he knew. Vietnam. Injustice. I said I had decided
to try to do something about it, not accept it passively.
‘When you were unhappy with life in the Old Country you did
something.’ ‘To accept it was to die,’ he said. ‘But what will
you do?’ he asked. I said I wanted to write a book that would
change people’s minds, make even just a few people see things
differently. It’s the only political action I can believe in. ‘If you
believe in it, do it,’ he said. ‘To have any chance of doing it I
have to get outside of this life. I have to move back to the Old
Country.’ ‘It will take a long time,’ he said. ‘Yes, I think so.’ He
said, ‘I think it will be a very long book.’ Unfortunately, this was
our last conversation.”

In the author’s own words:

A people’s history and the horror of war: Howard Zinn meets Apocalypse Now. Political autobiography. March 1972, about to graduate from NYU. A journey: two days and nights in the New York subway. Love it or leave it. A decision: become a Great Academic Marxist; blow up the Williamsburg Bridge; go into exile. Vietnam Veterans with placards, for and against the war. Seven placard-men at the seven gates of Thebes, brandishing their shields.
A decision. Political or personal? Or pure Zen? Mind or no-mind? Kill for peace! Dylan, Hendrix, or the Fugs. The two Suzukis, or Dogen. Monk and Coltrane! The relation between Hegel’s logic of thinking as such and his logic of practice, which does not exist. The screech of the subway stops. A fork where three roads cross, the realm of shadows, what is to be done? A Chinese menu? Stab it! Stab it with your fork!
But what I, myself, decide is not the point. The point is the question of ‘what a decision is and what making a decision means.’ The answer is ‘never stop asking.’ Ask yourself. Ask FDR, JFK, LBJ, McNamara and his band, John Kerry, or a Vietnam War veteran of your choice. Ask Nixon, Kissinger—Trump! Ask Trump! Ye great decision-makers, have you ever asked yourselves what a decision is and what making a decision means! That is the question. The Empty Shield asks it. Repeatedly, repetitiously, abysally, and, possibly, once and for all.

From Anthony:

The book is amazing. The longest chapter has earned the right to its size, having been built up to by a master symphonist. I found myself tuning into the author’s frequencies in both senses: Hegel, Melville, Dostoevsky, Kafka, the Greeks. His mighty voice is from the depths, as in Ellison’s Invisible Man, Camus’s The Fall, Dostoevsky’s Notes from Underground. He sustains the voice throughout, in a relentless crescendo. Readers with a sensitive ear and heart and mind, tuning in, will be swept away—as when exploring Celine or Pound or Wagner, irrespective of their politics. A tour de force. A triumph.


Nobel Peace Prize for Cuban Doctors

June 27, 2020

International Committee
For Peace, Justice and Dignity

Cuban doctors are an inspiration
in the fight against COVID-19

Dear Friends,

In the midst of this global pandemic, Cuba is sending doctors around the world, inspiring all of us who work for peace and a healthy planet. Instead of lauding Cuba’s extraordinary international solidarity, the Trump administration has been demonizing Cuba’s doctor program and intensifying its blockade against Cuba, going so far as to block a shipment of much-needed coronavirus medical supplies.

Cuba has a long history of providing medical aid to countries in need. In 2005, in response to Hurricane Katrina, they created the Henry Reeve Medical Brigade to send medical teams abroad after natural disasters and during pandemics. They fought Ebola in West Africa, cholera in Haiti and now they’re fighting COVID-19 in 29 countries. In 15 years, the Brigade has treated 3.5 million people and saved an estimated 80,000 lives.

In recognition of their solidarity and selflessness, saving thousands of lives by putting their own lives at risk, join us in urging the Nobel Committee to award the 2021 Nobel Peace Prize to Cuba’s Henry Reeve Medical Brigade. Sign the petition now! https://www.cubanobel.org/nobelcuba

Creating another world is possible, which is what Cuban solidarity is about. They have a medical school (ELAM) that trains people from all over the world, for free, so they can return home to provide care for their own communities. The idea that you can train doctors and transform not only the way they see themselves, but the way they relate to the world, is extremely powerful. It also raises an important question: if Cuba – a small country facing a brutal embargo – can help save lives around the world, why can’t the United States?

The grassroots movement to award a Nobel Peace Prize to the Henry Reeve Medical Brigade is a way to show what a “Good Neighbor” looks like, and why we need to move our government from its militaristic, interventionist posture to one on non-intervention, respect and appreciation for our differences, and working together for the common good.

We hope you will join us in the campaign to give the 2021 Nobel Peace Prize to the brave Cuban doctors, nurses and technicians working tirelessly around the world.

With love and admiration for the Cuban people,

Danny Glover and the International Committee for Peace, Justice and Dignity


Today’s New Yorker

June 23, 2020

The True Impediments to Racial Justice

Nicholas Lemann’s thesis, which ends his review of Walter Johnson’s book “The Broken Heart of America,” is a warning: we should expect only “partial victories” when it comes to racial justice in America, and we ought to beware the likes of Johnson, who insists on “deflating and deriding” past progress (Books, May 25th). To Lemann, Johnson errs insofar as he “discourages us from drawing much hope” from the election of an African-American President, the passage of civil-rights legislation, or the ratification of the Thirteenth Amendment. But Johnson’s contribution—like much of the recent scholarship on racial capitalism—reveals the poison at the heart of these and other celebrated steps forward. The Thirteenth Amendment, for example, contains, in its liberating language, the legal justification for convict labor and chain gangs, and amounts to an impetus for mass incarceration. White supremacy is indeed an adaptable and slippery monster, but the real hazards to forward motion are naïveté, white privilege, and a deficit of imagination and courage.

Bill Ayers
Chicago, Ill.