Sunday, September 16, 2007

the United States of America

I know this is incredibly lazy of me, but I think Phillip Adams summed up why not many people look to the United States as "the best nation on earth".

United states of affray
By Phillip Adams

HOW do I kill thee? Let me count the ways Americans have killed others and each other throughout their history. Oh, the body count might have been higher in Hitler's war or Stalin's Soviet Union or Mao's China. Nonetheless, no nation has a more bloodstained history than the US. And no other nation has such a culture of violence.

We can never know how many tens of millions of Native Americans died as a consequence of the white man’s arrival, but the Indian Wars took a massive toll as Europeans took possession of what would become the United States. The slaughter of the men, women and children of the Indians’ “500 nations” got the new white nation off to a bloody start. Massacre, famine and disease on a genocidal scale. The Revolutionary War? A skirmish in comparison. As was the war between North and South, though the US “Civil” War remains one of the most devastating in modern history.

That 19th century conflict would, of course, lead to the end of slavery – a vast act of violence that destroyed the lives of generations of Africans. How many died in the African round-ups? On the slave boats? In the oceans? How many were worked to death in the cotton fields? The crime of slavery, on which America based its burgeoning economy, resonates today. It is directly connected to the self-destructive rage within the ghettos, and to the 1.4 million, or 13 per cent, of black men who’ve been jailed, paroled – and ever after denied the vote.

After slavery, the era of the lynch mob. Tens of thousands of “niggers” were hanged from city lampposts – or from trees in southern townships. It wasn’t just the KKK. Lynchings were popular public occasions – celebrations that decent white folk took their children to see. And we’re not talking the ancient past. On the very day the Reagan family moved into a new home with young Ronnie there was a lynching a few blocks away. Variations on the theme persisted through the ’60s as white racists fought the civil rights movement.

Official lynchings still occur, though the noose is rarely involved. Having abandoned capital punishment in the early ’70s, the US brought it back with a vengeance a few years later, adding lethal injection to the gas chamber and electric chair in the menu of state murder. Only China executes more citizens. Thirty-eight US states have the penalty on the statutes, with Texas holding the record for executions – achieved during the governorship of George W. Bush. Blacks are killed in numbers out of all proportion to the population. But many don’t make it to Death Row. They’re killed by the LAPD or the NYPD, often in circumstances provoking race riots and an abiding mistrust of the police and the entire judicial system.

An uncivil war rages throughout America with an immense number killed by handguns. Or assault rifles in convenience store robberies or drug dealers’ turf wars. Attempts to disarm criminals – let alone civilians – are thwarted by the most effective lobby group in the US, the National Rifle Association. The number of guns in the possession of gangs and “citizens’ militias” exceeds 100 million.

Some are used to kill white residents, others leading African Americans. No other nation has seen so many of its most exalted cut down by assassins, sometimes crazed loners, sometimes members of conspiracies. When JFK was assassinated his brother Bobby, soon to be killed himself, accused the CIA and the Mafia of organising “the hit”. As a crusader against the Mob – and a critic of an out-of-control CIA – he knew of the links between them; of their plans to collaborate in the assassination of Fidel Castro. He also wondered whether the Secret Service team that was supposed to protect his brother had been implicated.

Bobby’s war against organised crime – which J. Edgar Hoover insisted was a myth – had made the brothers targets. They’d regularly been threatened by Jimmy Hoffa and the notorious Teamsters Union. The Kennedy administration genuinely feared a Mob takeover of the US – the sort of outcome we’d see in countries like Colombia. Such concerns had a long history, dating to the violence and corruption of the Prohibition years.

The 9/11 attacks? They’d been pre-imagined in so many Hollywood films. Which brings us to the culture of violence in US films, TV and now video games, in the fan clubs for serial killers, in the celebration of the Mob in series such as The Sopranos. No other nation devotes such creative energy to the pornographies of violence in its mass entertainment.

And that’s before we look at America and war, from Mexico to Iraq. Yes, the US is the best and worst of nations, giving the world both the loftiest and most awful of examples. When I made these points after 9/11 – warning Australia not to be swept up in the Bush Administration’s response – I was dragged before the Press Council. These days my column looks understated and prescient.

- The Weekend Australian, September 15, 2007.

Sunday, September 9, 2007

Feeling Good

It has occured to me that lately I have been investing in things that make me feel good. And while I was thinking of this today I began to realize how hypocritical I have been when other people indulge in things that make them feel good.

I've always looked down on girls who go out of their way to always look pretty. I've always looked down on girls who care excessively about their hair and their faces and their bodies.

But then I thought, well, if it truly makes them feel good, and is not just covering up insecurity and deeper psychological issues, who am I to judge?


Because if two years ago I would have described how I have become today, I would be disgusted in my recent displays of materialism.

As I said in the first paragraph, I've been investing in things that make me feel good.

And I have realized that feeling good is living life.

What makes me feel good?

Music. I never used to buy music because I thought it was a waste of money. But recently I've been buying albums that I listen to on repeat throughout every day. Marvin Gaye and Black Star and Babyface and The Drifters. Music that makes me feel good.

Books. My weakness has always been good books. But I never used to buy them unless they were really really cheap. Recently I just thought - what the heck? - and have been collecting a personal library. The most recent book that made me feel good? The God of Small Things by Arundhati Roy, a modern day classic that everyone should read if you haven't already. Her poetic writing is seriously delicious and makes you want to pick up a pen and never stop.

Bollywood. This is old territory. Singing and dancing and India and Salman Khan and Rani Mukerji makes me feel good.

Spoken Word Poetry. I don't even have to write words to explain why it makes my heart pump. Check out Shihan's Father's Day.

Family. I live far away from my family. Australia is huge and it is very rarely that I get to go back to see anyone. If i missed them, I used to think that I was being a wuss. That I wasn't being grown up enough or independent enough. I scoffed at a girl who moved a thirty minute plane flight away from home and who cried to her mother so hard over the phone she began hyperventalating.I thought- I'm never going to be like that. I'm never going to miss anyone that much. And then while I was sitting on my bed, talking to my brothers the other day, I realised that why should be ashamed? I feel good when I miss my family, in a weird contradicting way. I feel good because I know that all those "missing moments" are going to build up and be let out in one great meeting at the airport in October. I don't know - it just makes me Feel Good.

My Ancestors. When I think of all the different shades in me it makes me smile. It makes me feel good because I realize I am not normal and I am not boring and I have something to live for. I live for that scared little boy who was stolen off that beach on Tanna to work in the sugar fields of Queensland. I live for those unsure Scottish immigrants who travelled an ocean away from home. I live for that New Caledonian mann who worked hard his whole life in a completely different culture. I live for that Aboriginal woman who married that mann and who's people were massacred and were broken down by white man. I live for those English, those Spanish, those Scottish, those Irish who make up my mother. I live for those New Caledonian, those Solomon Islanders, those Ni-Vanuatu and those Darumbal fellas who make up my father. It makes me feel good to realize those people make up me.

But there are some things that don't make me feel good.

CARS. To quote a translated sentence that Shah Rukh Khan's character says in Har dil jo pyar karega Why do people make cars? Why do people travel in cars? I get the worse rage and every car on the road becomes the bain of my existance. I'm convinced I'm the only good driver in the world. They also cost so much money it's not funny. My friend at work believes there is some kind of tyre conspiracy to help corporations make money. According to his logic, surely there has to be someone who has figured out a way to keep tyres from going flat? I agree - I have had two flat tyres in the space of six months. Maybe I'm not such a good driver after all...

If we eradicate cars we are also on our way to a greater, greener environment and there would be fewer greenie protestors yelling out Kyoto Protocol.


But I'm not going to end this entry on what doesn't make me feel good.

Also...comments make me feel good. *hint hint*

Luv

Amy