by Gordon Taylor | 12/18/2007 01:04:00 AM
Think in this year what pleased the dancers best:
When Austria died and China was forsaken,
Shanghai in flames and Teruel retaken,
France put her case before the world: "Partout
Il y a de la joie." America addressed
The earth: "Do you love me as I love you?"
Of course, it's always 1938 on Planet Earth. While someone else is "yawning, or opening a window, or just walking dully along," as Auden put it in another famous poem, there are always people elsewhere being blasted, or butchered, or just plain screwed in some ignominious way. Tonight while some Americans are preoccupied with political spin and nuance, and others are otherwise numbed by some other part of the media onslaught, there are a few shepherds and farmers (and yes, some guerrillas) over yonder in Iraqi Kurdistan who just got their homes blasted apart.
You think Americans had nothing to do with it? Boy, are you ignorant. Here is Mizgin, to set you straight. This is one case in which I have absolutely nothing to add. She has said it all. If our monitors start smoking from the heat, I guess that's our problem. Mizgin is far more of a radical than I will ever be. But she has good reason--and evidence galore.
Right now there are so many stories to cover in the Turkish/Kurdish landscape that I cannot begin to summarize them. Turkish writers, academicians, and journalists continue to be brought up on charges that Franz Kafka could not concoct. The police commit murders with impunity. Right-wing extremists kill liberals and are slapped on the back by the police. Political parties are closed in retaliation for helping their constituents. Newspapers are shut down for stating the obvious. Soldiers are attacked by guerrillas, taken prisoner, marched to Iraq, repatriated, and then court-martialed by their own army for "leaving the country without permission." And all the while, with straight faces, the government continues to insist that they will join the EU.
One story, however, I do intend to cover. It more than anything else reveals the rot at the center of the Turkish state. It's about a bookstore, a town, and a couple of hand grenades. Stand by; I'll get it done when I can.
P.S. As I write this (1:35 AM PST), Kurdish news sources are reporting that 500 Turkish commandos have crossed the border into Iraq.
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