Tuesday, January 24, 2012

THE REAL ENEMIES OF JUSTICE

 
The real enemies of justice
Are
Friends who tell us -
 
"Resistance is futile."
 
Shades of Star Trek !
 
With friends like that,
We don't need enemies.
 
Good philosophers, like eagles,
Fly alone,
And not in flocks.
Galileo
 
Our lives begin to end
The day we become silent
about things that matter.
Martin Luther King Jr.
 
The only thing needed
For evil to triumph,
Is for good men
(and women)
To do nothing.
Edmond Burke
 
You've gotta have heart,
All you really need is heart;
When the odds are saying
You'll never win,
That's when the grin should start.
Jason Mraz
Damn Yankees
 
If it were easy to do good,
Everyone would do good.
 
Those who try to discourage us
From fighting for justice
Are not our friends.
 
Phyllis Carter
 
 

Monday, January 23, 2012

OBSERVATIONS IN SHELTER THREE

 
  
A NIGHT IN SHELTER THREE
 
By
 
Phyllis Mass Carter
1993
 
 
 
From the Journal of an Incurable Job Hunter
 
Curriculum Vitae
 
Phyllis Mass Carter  - Canadian. Widow
Professional Journalist/Editorialist/ Reporter/Lyricist
Professional Private Investigator
Public Speaker/Coach/Speech writer
Professional Photographer
Executive Assistant
Formerly Comfortable Montreal West Island Suburbanite
Unemployed due to being "Overqualified" and "Anglo"
In Montreal, Quebec -
And due to "The Recession."
 
 
A NIGHT IN SHELTER THREE - HULL, QUEBEC - SUMMER, 1993
 
Here, after midnight,
Strangers keep coughing in the dark;
I hear syncopated snoring in the dark;
A peculiar girl is laughing in her sleep;
An old man with a shaggy beard weeps.
 
A strapping fellow with solid biceps
And wild eyes
Mills about in his undershirt,
Cursing much and mightily
At no one in particular.
 
A distraught spinster leaps from her cot,
Quoting scripture and raving -
"The Lord will see you all in Hell for this !"
 
And here am I,
In the midst of this congregation
Of derelicts, alcoholics and drug addicts.
I feel separate - out of place - disassociated,
And small,
And scared -
And I keep very still.
 
Wrapped in a blanket,
Afraid to lie down,
I sit curled up tight
In a worn upholstered chair,
Behind rows of discarded chesterfields
That reek of stale tobacco,
And the pungent perspiration
Of the tormented and the dispossessed.
 
(Earlier, I noticed someone had written
"WORMS" on the lunch menu.)
 
My few possessions are in Locker 33 -
Safe -
Perhaps:
But the Keeper keeps the key,
And the Keeper is a stranger
To me.
I keep my eye on 33
Through the smokey blackness.
 
1:15 A.M.
 
I watch the silhouette of
The wild-eyed one with the biceps,
As he paces erratically in the dark,
Growling his angry epithets -
Stringing them out -
Like long lines of dirty laundry.
(I never realized there were so many
Obscene words in the French language.)
 
The acrid odors blend together -
An environmental hazard -
A filthy fog
That envelopes me and invades my senses.
 
I NEED AIR !
 
2:20 A.M.
 
Suddenly someone switches on the T.V.
A sharp blast of Fifes and Drums
Stuns me with Sousa !
 
4:05 A.M.
 
Weary,
I drift into my memory,
Seeking the sweet solace
Of my precious husband's arms.
I won't cry. I will NOT !
 
But closed eyelids can't filter out
The putrid stench of wasting human lives.
 
Where is the dawn  ?
 
30
 
Copyright Phyllis Mass Carter - Ottawa - May, 1993 - All rights reserved by the author.
 
I wrote this piece in May, 1993. I asked, "Where is the dawn?"
 
I could not have foreseen that, on October 7, 1996, widowed and sick with cancer, I would be robbed of everything I worked for all my life by Dawn McSweeney and see my family and my health destroyed with the help of the Montreal Police.
 
I called this piece Shelter Three because it was the third shelter I had stayed in while struggling to find work. This was one year after my darling husband died and just weeks before I fell ill with cancer.
 
 

STEPHEN COLBERT - THROUGH THE LOOKING GLASS

 
WE, THE PEOPLE ...
 
 
 
Long before there was Stephen Colbert,
 
There was Will Rogers

 


Will Rogers
American

1879 - 1935

On account of being a democracy and run by the people,
We are the only nation in the world
That has to keep a government for four years -
No matter what it does.
 
A fool and his money are soon elected.

This country has come to feel the same when Congress is in session,
As when the baby gets hold of a hammer.
 
WILL ROGERS
 
 
 
YES !
 

WOE TO THOSE WHO MAKE UNJUST LAWS

 
 

 1 Woe to those who make unjust laws,
   to those who issue oppressive decrees,
2 to deprive the poor of their rights
   and withhold justice from the oppressed of my people,
making widows their prey
   and robbing the fatherless.
3 What will you do on the day of reckoning,
   when disaster comes from afar?
To whom will you run for help?
   Where will you leave your riches?

Isaiah 10: 1-3

 

EVIDENCE INADMISSIBLE BECAUSE IT IS MONEY THAT MATTERS

 
 
FACEBOOK
January 23, 2012
 
In Canada how do you get a case reopened when you know it is murder and the people that are supposed to help you turn there backs....Tell me...How is a drunk girl wrap a swing chain around her neck TWICE..Prove to me it can be done...No breaking nails...thongs neatly at her feet....OMG...Maybe because it happened tooooo close to a police station....She was autopsied before her mom even knew and the police lost evidence....HELP US
https://www.facebook.com/sarah.holburndoiron
Sarah  - I wish I could help .... maybe make an appeal with the courts of criminal Justice. I must also say that asking for any help from faceBook is almost impossible. There are very few that care, because it never happens to them. I am going to make a complaint against the judge in my case for not considering all the evidence. Good luck!
 
https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100000343040806 
Phyllis Carter   Everything in our "legal" systems - Canada-USA - is about MONEY. Time is money. Therefore our laws cut out anything that takes time - such as evidence. No evidence should be inadmissible. But our systems have no time for justice - only for profit for the lawyers and the politicians. Notice the winks and the handshakes. The lawyers who defy each other in court enjoy cocktails together afterward - and fishing and golf trips. Do I have evidence to support my claims? No. I am a simple sceptic - full of awareness and experience.
 

MISSING PERSONS DIE OF NEGLECT ! AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN !

 
FACEBOOK
January 23, 2012
 
www.azfamily.com
This 15 year old girl has been missing since yesterday 1/19/2012. She was last seen going to the light rail as she does daily to get to school and back home. We have filed police reports and we are being told that she isn't classified as being kidnapped therefore there cannot be issued an amber alert...
 
Phyllis Carter  -   MISSING PERSONS DIE OF NEGLECT !
 
IT IS OUTRAGEOUS THAT THE AUTHORITIES WAIT BEFORE STARTING TO INVESTIGATE. THEY ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR SO MUCH SUFFERING AND DEATH. A FEW TELEPHONE CALLS BY A CIPHER OR A TRAINED VOLUNTEER AT THE POLICE STATION COULD SAVE A LIFE.
 
LAWS AND BYLAWS MUST BE CHANGED - NOW !
 

Sunday, January 22, 2012

CAPITALISM'S REAL GRAVEDIGGERS - WE NEED TO KNOW

 
 
 

Capitalism's Real Gravediggers

Beware the 'Gush-Up Gospel' Behind India's Billionaires

Is it a house or a home? A temple to the new India, or a warehouse for its ghosts? Ever since Antilla arrived on Altamount Road in Mumbai, exuding mystery and quiet menace, things have not been the same. "Here we are," the friend who took me there said, "pay your respects to our new ruler."

Antilla Mansion on Altamount Road in Mumbai


Antilla belongs to India's richest man, Mukesh Ambani. I'd read about this, the most expensive dwelling ever built, the 27 floors, three helipads, nine lifts, hanging gardens, ballrooms, weather rooms, gymnasiums, six floors of parking, and the 600 servants. Nothing had prepared me for the vertical lawn – a soaring wall of grass attached to a vast metal grid. The grass was dry in patches, bits had fallen off in neat rectangles. Clearly, "trickle down" had not worked.

But "gush-up" has. That's why in a nation of 1.2bn, India's 100 richest people own assets equivalent to a quarter of gross domestic product.

The word on the street (and in The New York Times) is, or at least was, that the Ambanis were not living in Antilla. Perhaps they are there now, but people still whisper about ghosts and bad luck, vastu and feng shui. I think it's all Marx's fault. Capitalism, he said, " ... has conjured up such gigantic means of production and of exchange, it is like the sorcerer who is no longer able to control the powers of the nether world whom he has called up by his spells".

In India, the 300m of us who belong to the new, post-"reforms" middle class – the market – live side by side with the ghosts of 250,000 debt-ridden farmers who have killed themselves, and of the 800m who have been impoverished and dispossessed to make way for us. And who survive on less than 50 cents a day.

Mr Ambani is personally worth more than $20bn. He has a controlling majority stake in Reliance Industries Limited (RIL), a company with a market capitalisation of Rs2.41tn ($47bn) and an array of global business interests. RIL has a 95 per cent stake in Infotel, which a few weeks ago bought a major share in a media group that runs television news and entertainment channels. Infotel owns the only national 4G broadband licence. He also has a cricket team.

RIL is one of a handful of corporations, some family-owned, some not, that run India. Some of the others are Tata, Jindal, Vedanta, Mittal, Infosys, Essar and the other Reliance (ADAG), owned by Mukesh's brother Anil. Their race for growth has spilt across Europe, central Asia, Africa and Latin America. The Tatas, for example, run more than 100 companies in 80 countries. They are one of India's largest private-sector power companies.

Since the cross-ownership of businesses is not restricted by the "gush-up gospel" rules, the more you have, the more you can have. Meanwhile, scandal after scandal has exposed, in painful detail, how corporations buy politicians, judges, bureaucrats and media houses, hollowing out democracy, retaining only its rituals. Huge reserves of bauxite, iron ore, oil and natural gas worth trillions of dollars were sold to corporations for a pittance, defying even the twisted logic of the free market. Cartels of corrupt politicians and corporations have colluded to underestimate the quantity of reserves, and the actual market value of public assets, leading to the siphoning off of billions of dollars of public money. Then there's the land grab – the forced displacement of communities, of millions of people whose lands are being appropriated by the state and handed to private enterprise. (The concept of inviolability of private property rarely applies to the property of the poor.) Mass revolts have broken out, many of them armed. The government has indicated that it will deploy the army to quell them.

Corporations have their own sly strategy to deal with dissent. With a minuscule percentage of their profits they run hospitals, educational institutes and trusts, which in turn fund NGOs, academics, journalists, artists, film-makers, literary festivals and even protest movements. It is a way of using charity to lure opinion-makers into their sphere of influence. Of infiltrating normality, colonising ordinariness, so that challenging them seems as absurd (or as esoteric) as challenging "reality" itself. From here, it's a quick, easy step to "there is no alternative".

The Tatas run two of the largest charitable trusts in India. (They donated $50m to that needy institution the Harvard Business School.) The Jindals, with a major stake in mining, metals and power, run the Jindal Global Law School, and will soon open the Jindal School of Government and Public Policy. Financed by profits from the software giant Infosys, the New India Foundation gives prizes and fellowships to social scientists.

Capitalism's real gravediggers, it turns out, are not Marx's revolutionary proletariat but its own delusional cardinals, who have turned ideology into faith.

Having worked out how to manage the government, the opposition, the courts, the media and liberal opinion, what remains to be dealt with is the growing unrest, the threat of "people power". How do you domesticate it? How do you turn protesters into pets? How do you vacuum up people's fury and redirect it into blind alleys? The largely middle-class, overtly nationalist anti-corruption movement in India led by Anna Hazare is a good example. A round-the-clock, corporate-sponsored media campaign proclaimed it to be "the voice of the people". It called for a law that undermined even the remaining dregs of democracy. Unlike the Occupy Wall Street movement, it did not breathe a word against privatisation, corporate monopolies or economic "reforms". Its principal media backers successfully turned the spotlight away from huge corporate corruption scandals and used the public mauling of politicians to call for the further withdrawal of discretionary powers from government, for more reforms and more privatisation.

After two decades of these "reforms" and of phenomenal but jobless growth, India has more malnourished children than anywhere else in the world, and more poor people in eight of its states than 26 countries of sub-Saharan Africa put together. And now the international financial crisis is closing in. The growth rate has plummeted to 6.9 per cent. Foreign investment is pulling out.

Capitalism's real gravediggers, it turns out, are not Marx's revolutionary proletariat but its own delusional cardinals, who have turned ideology into faith. They seem to have difficulty comprehending reality or grasping the science of climate change, which says, quite simply, that capitalism (including the Chinese variety) is destroying the planet.

"Trickle down" failed. Now "gush-up" is in trouble too. As early stars appear in Mumbai's darkening sky, guards in crisp linen shirts with crackling walkie-talkies appear outside the forbidding gates of Antilla. The lights blaze on. Perhaps it is time for the ghosts to come out and play.