Saturday, October 28, 2006

Oaxaca

4 more APPO supporters in the teachers' struggle in Oaxaca were murdered yesterday and Vicente Fox is using this as an excuse to send in troops, with the Bush administration cheering the "return of lawfulness and order".

The CNN article basically makes it sounds like the feds are using the corpses of the murdered as an excuse to throw their support behind the PRI government.

EDIT 6:50 PM: See http://www.oaxacarevolt.org/ for further coverage of events. I quote their "account of the priista attack" yesterday in full below.

Account of the Pr�ista attack in Santa Lucia del Camino in Oaxaca, Mexico

Attacks across the city kill at least 4.



*NOTE: This account is not meant to be a complete account of the day, it is meant to be from the perspectives and experiences of two people in the midst of what can only be described as a battle in the streets of Santa Lucia, in Oaxaca. We know that other things happened in other neighborhoods, and that other things probably happened in our vicinity. This is our best effort at capturing the events that we experienced and witnessed. *

On Thursday night, Barricade Three in Santa Lucia del Camino set up a little earlier than normal. Reinforcing the barricades for Friday's day of action required more trucks and buses than usual. At times, it was a chaotic scene with *cami�n* after *cami�n* joining the barricade and people unsure of where they should go. Eventually things calmed down. Many more people than usual guarded the barricade and the tranquility of the night had many regulars taking time to lie down, if not sleep. As day broke, the barricade took on the feel of a community holiday or small block party with small children running about. At what felt like an informal pot-luck, people brought tortillas and beans, sandwiches, bread, and arroz con leche. Most chose to not cover their faces, despite this being a regular practice at the barricades. Up to this point, the only "contentious" moment was the permitted approached of a chicken truck that surprised several people.

Sudenly, about a dozen people started shouting, donning masks, picking up Molotov cocktails (known as *bombas Molotov*) and *cohetes* (large bottle rockets typically shit out of PVC pipes the people call bazookas), and collecting rocks and sticks. A small group moved forward to see why a truck that was part of the barricade (about 200 feet away) was moving and investigate a commotion on the other side of that barricade. After advancing about 100 feet, the group spotted 150 to 200 Pr�istas (supporters of the authoritarian PRI party that ruled Mexico for 70 years and currently "rule" the state of Oaxaca) marching toward the barricade. The *cohetes*were fired into the air to warn the Pr�istas not to approach. The warning was ignored.

The tiny group of defenders fell back to the barricade and gathered more supplies. It was a chaotic situation. Prioritizing in the moment, a split second decision was made to leave our bags, in part because rocks from the Pr�istas were already falling where our bags lay. As we sprinted down side streets to the closest barricade, there were shouts for children to go inside their homes to safety. At the next barricade, people were banging on poles and railing to sound the alarm and rally the neighborhood to fight the Pr�ista advance. People came out of their homes and armed themselves with sticks, machetes, metal poles, *cohetes* and rocks. Once a fairly large crowd had gathered several people started shouting "Vamos, compa�erQos, Vamos!" (Let's go) and "Avanza!" (advance). People began advancing to the fallen barricade and the Pr�istas, spreading out along the width of the four-lane highway, it's median, and sidewalks. Both sides fired their * cohetes*, and as we drew nearer rocks started flying from both sides. Wepushed the Pr�istas back passed the remnants of the now disassembled barricade. There was a lull of about thirty seconds as we populated the area around the barricade before many decided to chase the still-visible Pr�istas only about 100 feet away from us. Though most of them retreated faster than we advanced, one unlucky Pr�istas was forced to choose his own safety and well-being over that of his fancy SUV. The look of regret was visible on his face as rocks crashed to the ground around him and he turned and ran. The SUV, lacking a license plate, briefly became the target instead of the retreating Pr�istas. Tires slashed, windows smashed, someone decided to ensure that it was beyond use and set it ablaze. While some focused their attention on the SUV, some continued to chase the Pr�istas. Most Pr�istas had scattered into nearby homes and businesses, so people re-grouped back at the barricade.

As we all clustered in the intersection, the two of us looked around and estimated that there were at least 500 people ready to defend their neighborhood. We were both amazed by what we were seeing. Neither of us had ever witnessed such an incredible display of collective self-defense. We both nearly cried at the inspiring sight of people successfully working together to ward off aggression without centralized leadership. The barricade reclaimed, sandbags replaced, and the Pr�istas pushed back, the battle appeared for a few moments, to be over.

We're unsure as to the exact reason for the second advance, but we believe that Pr�istas were again spotted at the next intersection where they had scattered minutes before. As we cautiously advanced, walking in cover when possible, shots were heard from the intersection and everyone ducked or ran for cover. Many corporate news outlets, most notably those relying on AP "reporter" Rebeca Romero (widely believed to be on Ulises Ruiz's payroll), have claimed it was "unclear" as to who shot first. It was the Pr�istas. From the ground, on the receiving end of the gunfire, there is no doubt as to who shot first. There is nothing "unclear" about it. It was the Pr�istas, shown by El Universal photos and local television to be armed to the teeth, who shot first.

After the shooting stopped, the group moved quickly to the other side of the road and to the corner where the shots had originated from. The attacking Pr�istas had retreated back away from the highway and deeper into the neighborhood. Fifty to 100 people slowly advanced north a block into the neighborhood while 200 people gradually moved up, either by going north, or approaching it from the west by way of the barricade. Again the group moved north, taking cover by vehicles parked along the street. In addition to shooters at the far end of the street, more Pr�istas were taking cover inside a building along the street. The building was targeted with Molotovs, rocks, bricks, and *cohetes*. Someone kicked the door in before Pr�istas down the street started shooting again and we had to retreat back to the end of the block. This gave the Pr�istas time to close and blockade the door. A few attempts with similar results gave way to milling about, as we waited for reinforcements. One block west towards the barricade, about 100 people had gathered to take cover from additional Pr�istas on that treet. Soon we heard a truck roar to life and a few minutes later, compa�eros in a dump truck came to provide shielding for another advance. In the first such advance, the truck went too far down the road, shooting started again, at which point we fell back to the end of the block. Most waited there while the truck maneuvered itself horizontally across the street in front of the gate of the targeted building. Once the truck was ready, another advance began and the truck smashed open the gate. Another round of shooting began, and again everyone took cover and began to withdraw.

At this point, Brad Will, an Indymedia reporter from New York, was shot in the abdomen as he was filming. Many people ran to carry him around the block and down the street. As we waited for a car to arrive to take him to the hospital, efforts were made to keep him conscious and breathing, including CPR. As Brad showed signs of consciousness and movement, the crowd surrounding him cheered. He was carried into a car and driven to the hospital. Moments later, as people were still taking in what happened, it started to rain. People gathered up the Molotovs and *cohetes* and got them out of the rain. About a half hour later, people started to gradually head back to the barricade.

When we arrived at the barricade, we learned from a teary-eyed compa�ero that Brad had died on his way to the hospital. People from APPO such as Flavo Sosa arrived at the scene and were attempting to coordinate with the rest of the city where there had been other attacks. Hundreds of bottles were being filled and prepared as Molotov cocktails. Thanks to the help of several compa�eras, we recovered one of our bags; though the other which contained a passport, several forms of id, travelers checks, over $1,000 pesos (most of which was intended to be used for the barricade), a video amera, is gone and was presumably stolen by the Pr�istas. Hundreds remained at the barricade for the night. The two of us went to a compa�ero's house to rest, write and watch the news.

As of this writing, the Pr�istas have set up their own barricades within the neighborhood, APPO has activated the mobile brigades, 4 or 5 people have died, dozens injured, and barricade 3 remains up, reinforced, and alert. Among the attackers were local municipal police (such as Abel Santiago Z�rate and Juan Carlos Soriano Velasco) and politicians/PRI thugs (such Manuel Aguilar and Pedro Carmona, the man identified as Brad Will's killer), all from the neighborhood. Though the two of us had slightly differing expectations of how the day would pan out, neither of us expected an attack of this kind or magnitude in broad daylight. The diversity of people who fought the Pr�ista attackers was astounding. We saw young kinds helping to gather *cohetes*and Molotovs. We saw old women armed with rocks making their way to the front. We saw people wearing circle As, hammer and sickles, and people who didn't wear their political identity on their sleeves. In the end, it didn't matter who you were, only what side you stood on.

La lucha sigue; the struggle continues.


"Tenemos dos manos y un coraz�n para luchar."

"We have two hands and a heart to struggle."

--CIPO-RFM

Two Poggers in Oaxaca

Friday, October 27, 2006

Nightmares, Torture, Coursework, Ska

I had an upsetting dream last night in which my undergrad advisor was calmly relating to me his dissapointment in my many failures as a graduate student. I felt like shit. Then my brother showed up, but he was all like 17 and beardless and rolling his eyes at me. It was all very disconcerting, well, except for Lev rolling his eyes at me, because that's a fairly common occurence.

I went to hear Judith Butler speak last night in Hemmerdinger Hall. The last time I was there was for this. Hemmerdinger's really not all that large, and the cops locked the doors as some folks banged on the glass trying to get in, and it looked for a few moments as if there might be some real violence exercised on people's bodies even as Butler spoke eloquently about torture, photography, Abu Ghraib, and the limits of the secular - specifically secularization's coercive aspects and the ways in which torture is constructed as a coercive technique/technology of modernization. Butler's speech was very smart, at times funny - she cracked a couple of jokes at the expense of Thomas Friedman (who has "apparently never read Boaz" - an offhand reference to the racist essentialsm inherent in how Friedman constructs "The Orient") and Bill O'Reilly, and very much on point - she even joked about her own writing at one point. which was slightly surreal. The last time I saw her speak was this lecture she gave on Nietzsche in the Whitney Humanities Center in fall of 2003 and i had no idea what the fuck was going on. Whether I got everything and appreciated it and thought it was really smart this time around because i've read Precarious Life and found it really useful, or because it just wasn't on Nietzsche, or because Butler was simply talking about politics in a much more immediate and tangible sense of the term I will leave to the reader to decide. After the lecture, another GSOCer and I went up to Butler and thanked her for her support for our strike last year, and she wished us luck moving forward.

I'm really swamped at the moment - a presentation on C.L.R. James (aka J.R. Johnson) in MarcoPoco next tuesday immediately followed by a paper due Wednesday, so if I have been bad about getting in touch with folks or returning e-mails, i apologize and will get my shit together asap.

In the meantime, please respond to this post with, in addition to any salient points, your favorite original song by the (English) Beat. No covers - i.e., no "Jackpot," (originally by the pioneers) "Rough Rider," (Prince Buster, but you knew that already,) "Whine or Grine," (also Prince Buster) or "Tears of a Clown," which was originally performed by Smokey Fucking Robinson and the Miracles.

Mine's "too nice to talk to," although it switches every five minutes.

Tuesday, October 24, 2006

Mikey Bloomberg, Standing Up For The Little Guy

If by "little guy," we mean Jack Valenti.

“Video piracy is not a victimless crime — it kills jobs,” Mr. Bloomberg said at a news conference. The mayor, who has made courting the film industry a priority for his administration, added that revenues from such piracy supports criminal gangs. In addition, the counterfeit DVD business has attracted its share of violence in recent years, with several shootings connected to DVD robberies in Midtown.

Using tactics the city employed to go after counterfeiting in the apparel industry, officials at the association, the Police Department and the city’s Office of Special Enforcement will work to identify buildings where piracy operations are located and take legal action against landlords and owners.

Under nuisance abatement laws, according to John Feinblatt, the city’s criminal justice coordinator, the city can essentially take control of the properties, shutting down offices, floors or entire buildings, depending on how they are being used, and suing the landlords, which could result in substantial fines. The legal actions could also force landlords and owners to post bonds and to submit new tenants for city approval.

Officials also plan to seek state legislation to make illegally recording a motion picture, currently only a violation, a crime carrying potential time behind bars. The plan would make the first offense a Class A misdemeanor, punishable by up to one year in prison, and subsequent convictions Class E felonies, punishable by up to four years in prison.

The city also plans to work with the motion picture association to create a public service campaign to educate New York consumers about the detrimental effects of piracy.

Screw all those homeless people, forget about gentrification and the skyrocketing cost of living in NYC, the 30,000 transportation worers who still have no contract, etc etc - clearly, it's the guy selling bootleg spanish language DVDs on my corner who's destroying America. Michael Bloomberg, I salute you for being so in touch with the problems faced by wealthy movie moguls!
It's indeed a strange day when hard-hitting criticism of the (Yale-)New Haven Register comes from the YD"N". I guess the three times a week full page ads by the Office of New Haven and State Affairs don't cut it anymore.

Sunday, October 22, 2006

Latest acquisitions from the Tower Records Bankruptcy Sale:

  • Big Black: Songs About Fucking. Because nothing says sexy like Steve Albini.
  • Against Me!: Reinventing Axl Rose I have only heard "Baby I'm an Anarchist" and i don't actually like it very much and it strikes me as kind of obnoxious/pretentious but perhaps that is the point. Anyway i bought this mostly because i saw Amelia and Thomas yesterday and it made me think of them.
  • Yo La Tengo - Electro-Pura
  • Journey - Greatest Hits. Stop laughing. You know you play air keyboard right along with the video for Separate Ways (Worlds Apart.) It's for song rewrites, I swear.
  • Pat Benatar - Greatest Hits. No, really stop laughing. Seriously. Stop. Just shut up.
  • The Beatles - Seargeant Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band. Yup, I never owned this album before. Let the scorn flow in from the peanut gallery.
Speaking of stuff to listen to, the folks at the University of Illinois Urbana-Champaign put together this really great radio show about GSOC, (downloadable as an mp3) which has the first ever recording of the ad-hoc rap committee as well as great interviews with Mike, Tricia, Susan, Liz, Franny, Shana, and Anita. It's very much worth listening to on your commute to work or long walks around whatever city you live in.

It's been a good, busy weekend swamped with UOC folks after a week of being swamped with piracy. Last night was my grandmother's 90th birthday party (her actual birthday is tomorrow.) My great aunt got everyone to rewrite verses of "Hello Dolly" to be "Hello Judy." (If you were wondering whence came my proclivity to rewrite pop songs, you now know, and knowing is half the battle.) My mom's verse:

Old Judy, very old judy
Can you believe you’re 90 now for real?
You’ve been a great mama and a loving babu [my baby yiddish for bubbe (grandmother.) Not a reference to racist british discursive construction of hindu effeminacy]

You’ve even gotten us to dance just how we feel!
From women’s strike walkers to Hallmark altacockers
you’ve organized for what you think is right

We’re overjoyed judy in your old age
judy you are up to fighting the good fight

Friday, October 20, 2006

I'm trying to apply tags to all my posts.. This is takeing me a long time because this blog has 1357 posts including this one. Please bear with me.

ugh

Morning after the mets' expulsion from the postseason after Oliver Perez of all people pitches well and Endy Chavez makes another fucking incredible catch - to rob Scott Rolen of a 2 run homer and turns a double play - as if that wasn't enough. It was a great season, but we also - because of a series of freak injuries - didn't have the pitcvhing depth to beat detroit, and Steve Trachsel's suckitude in game 3 really doomed us, I think. But even without Pedro, El Duque, or Duaner Sanchez, the mets were able to force and almost win a Game 7, and that's leaps and bounds better than anything the team's done since the unceremonial end of the 2000 world series. Plus, the future's looking up. There's always next year, I suppose.



The current iteration of the piracy project is handed in, which is good, because it was driving us nuts. I saw Abbey and Amelia Sunday and I'm hanging out with them and some other UOC folks tonight (hopefully AM, Dubba, and TWF,) which is awesome. Plus, i saw Cathy yesterday fro the first time since she randomly showed up on the GSOC picket line last December and only the second time since college, so that was also awesome.

Still, I am really bummed out about the mets.

Edit: But if you were wondering what differentiates the Mets from the Yankees, I offer this as proof, though i could offer a great deal more:

“We went to the last out of the last inning of the last game, and we gave it our all,” Minaya said. “What else can you ask for?

In a downtrodden clubhouse, plastic sheets still hung draped over televisions and computers in preparation for a Champagne bath, when Fred Wilpon, the Mets’ principal owner, entered. He went directly to Heilman, grabbed his arm and thanked him before crisscrossing the room to meet with the coaching staff.

On his way out, he found Minaya in the middle of the locker room. As they hugged, Minaya told him, “The players didn’t cheat you, they didn’t cheat you.”