Some Thoughts on North Korea

It’s a small country. Unlike Russia, where relations have not always been easy, and nuclear arms have been developed, the problem, I think, is that we continue to punish a country for being angry and different. I wish that everyone could take 3 steps back and realize that a) confrontation, b) nuclear arms, and c) war are not good solutions to this problem. Leave them alone. Try to get along with them. They are wanting the same rights that many other countries have as far as weapons go. We have had angry nuclear countries before. Why is this situation different? Is it the relative size/power of the countries, and the fact that this size/power discrepancy does not seem to be comprehended by a very isolated country?

We have better things to do than to destroy our planet trying to forcefully redefine this relationship.

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A Little Space

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Louisiana is culturally so special. Historically Native American and then French, the genteel manners of the French are everywhere apparent with the French penchant for excellent cuisine and cooking everything. Admittedly, there is not too much that is vegetarian-Kosher (crawfish, catfish, crabs, frog legs, alligator tail, boudin). One has the same problem in France… The Native American cultural part comes in with the fishing and gaming. Although the people are generally not wealthy, like the French, they enjoy a licentious good time, and give them a boat, they are happy to be out all day catching their food and cooking it in their small homes. I listen to the slow creole banter on the radio, trying to find a place to pitch a tent. I ask the local fire station, and the fireman thinks there might be a place up the road. I move hopefully a few miles up the road, following his direction, only to find it to be a trailer park across from the fireman’s training station… I remember too late that he had said that “they might let me pitch a tent there.” His accent was thick with the local patois.  I wondered if he had ever been much further than the trip from the fireman’s training station to the fire house. Still, it was kind of nice that he thought I might pitch my tent among the trailers however awkward that might be.

A nice bike ride with the pups through the swamp,

and then deep into Acadia. The overnight facilities are closed at the campground. 20 years after Katrina, they are still trying to rebuild after the floods. It is ancestral Native American. I visit the Chitimacha tribe and learn how they plant the cane that they use to double weave their baskets. Their language was archived many many years ago, and although all who spoke the language had passed, the tribe has gone through an extensive effort to “revive the language from its sleep”. It is now being taught in the schools in their tribe. Beautiful stories are woven by tribal members to describe their land and their culture. I watch one tribe member (a writer) describe how the boat he fishes from has to be wooden (otherwise it is not living), and listen to the granddaughter of one of the many tribal members who had been sent off to boarding schools in Pennsylvania as children. Her grandmother had run away.  Back in the day, she had hopped trains to get back.

As I move through the Atchafalaya Basin and its aquatic culture, I am quite aware that this really is ground zero for global warming.  The beaches along the coast, still not rebuilt after the hurricane, contain residue from the Deepwater Horizon oil spill.  People lounge on the beach, swimming in the water, with the oil rigs in the background, as one half of the state stands on the edge of being submerged and/or releveled by the next natural disaster.  The Chitimacha belong to the Mississippian mound culture and I had asked whether any of their mounds had survived all of the flattening of the land.  They answered yes.  But I truly wonder how many more disasters this land will survive, and whether it has passed into a chronic stage of illness where one no longer really hopes for recovery – just a good death at the end.

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What it’s Worth

Living out of a car, and yet having the enormous compassion with those who have lost everything, motivated me 15 years ago to drive down to Louisiana and help to rebuild after both Katrina and Rita. I was part of a team of Latinos who worked cities with open sewage flooding the fields and streets, mosquitoes so dense you could not see your skin underneath them, unbearable humidity without air-conditioning, no toilets, no running water (we were hauling it in from an hour and a half away on streets with no street signs, no electricity, etc.) I was there sometimes living out of my car with my dogs, sometimes staying in black-mold covered abandoned housing, working 10 hour days to rebuild roofs, hotels, and apartments. I was among a handful of people who did show up.

It hurts so much when the same hotel, that I had brought all of the goodwill in the world to try to help, will not rent me a room today with my dogs. They have adopted a no-pet policy.  Hurts to the point of wanting to vomit. I gave comparatively so much of what I had at the time when they had nothing. It makes me question ever helping anyone again.

So I realize that many undocumented Latinos are in a similar situation. They have worked extensively to build a country that is now deporting them.

This is also a legacy of slavery. The belief that some people should work for someone and something that they will never be allowed (out of principle) to enjoy. I had the option of going to visit the estate of a freed Black who became a slaveowner in Natchez. I think not. It might make some feel better to know that the slave line crossed racial divisions. I don’t doubt that under “extreme vetting” you can get some people to cross. The psychology of mistreatment in extreme situations is not something I would rather revisit.

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Bondage and Legacy

I’m down in the deep South now, coming over the Natchez trace. A long time ago, someone had pointed out to me the relationship between slavery and criminal justice systems, and I had dismissed it as an oversensitivity to the race question. With a little more wisdom and experience, however, I have come to see the 2 issues as deeply related. Both of them are fundamentally about exercising power over human beings, and when slavery was abolished, the legacy and grooming for control had to be satisfied in other ways. Although the institution left, individuals groomed to participate in it, found other ways of satisfying the roles that felt comfortable to them with any little vulnerability that arose in a situation. So, it is no accident that the number of executions in Southern states outweighs the rest of the country by a lot. The criminal justice system is designed to empower some individuals over others the same way that slavery traditionally did.

Why did people enslave? I don’t know exactly, but some of it is a legacy of war – also manifest in criminal justice. Those we have declared to be enemies to the point of lethal conflict with them are socially demoted to a lack of ability to participate as equals in society once the war is over. And when external wars are not available, the bar is raised and “a war on crime” or “a war on terror” is declared so that the development effort for war is justified and people can use the technologies that have been developed. Some class of people are given “criminal records” to socially and economically disable a class of people so that power drives can be satisfied.

So the point here, is that the legacy of slavery extends beyond the question of race.

How to avoid war to begin with? In the case of North Korea, I find it important to note that their system of governance has been self-contained with the exception of one attempt to unify the Korean peninsula that resulted in the Korean war. I don’t feel that the temperament testing that the military uses to articulate the dance between power and response is right. I feel that it does psychological harm to the other side with stress and destabilization.

I wish that the provocations would stop, and that boundaries could be respected among countries.

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Worth More

How to express the disappointment I feel at the Arkansas system… They executed a man who professed his innocence up to the minute of his execution, who asked for communion for his last meal. They executed him because “the system” could not be found wrong, and they were worried about the expiration date on the pharmaceuticals.

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I got the kitchen clean for Passover. No flour or yeast in my possession. Admittedly, I missed the night before deadline, and ended up doing some cleaning in the morning before the first Seder. I figured that the Jews in their ancient wisdom had planned for people like me to “get it right” as I imagined in the old days the Rabbi coming over the night before to inspect the house, shaking his head, and saying, I’ll come back right before Pesach…

This was one of the nicest Seders I’ve had in a while. I celebrated it quickly and properly (with all the prayers) with my dogs who each got some matzos from the soup. As I had cleaned out the fridge, I had found some pickled beets I had made from last summer (I think they are called Torsha? I know they are Jewish). I used this for the lamb shank bone. Vegetarians substitute a beet as the rabbis say we are supposed to. It may be supposed to be roasted, but I was very interested to see how the raw beet had turned out with just salt after all this time.

As I laid out the cooked egg, the beet, the bitter herb pesto, the charoset (mix of apple and nuts), the karpas (that I had cut off of some overgrown onions), and the matzo, I thought to myself that the bare necessities for a balanced meal were present (and sufficient) on the Seder plate.

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