Sunday, December 10, 2023

75TH ANNIVERSARY OF UNIVERSAL DECLARATION OF HUMAN RIGHTS

Seventy five years ago today, the United Nations adopted the Universal Declaration of Human Rights.  The document, which was written under the leadership of Eleanor Roosevelt, codified the basic rights of every person on earth.  

Since the adoption, the country that took the lead in the drafting of the UDHR, the United States, has rhetorically promoted the idea of "the rule of law" and "a rules based order" while turning a blind (or sometimes, encouraging) eye to allied dictators around the world.  This betrayal of Ms. Roosevelt's work was most famously conducted by (the finally departed) Henry Kissinger.

Then came Jimmy Carter.  Carter stood up and said, 'we mean it'.  Diplomats, politicians and former political prisoners around the world, reported that Carter drove dictators and South American generals crazy.  Amnesty International received the Nobel Peace Prize, prisoners of conscience went free, torture chambers were cleared out, executions became less common.  And a spotlight was on human rights abusers everywhere.  But, not everyone was pleased.  And when 9/11 came along, they were ready.  As America began operating torture chambers, black sights, extrajudicial executions and bombed civilians in multiple countries, dictators everywhere jumped to follow the example and excuse their behavior as "fighting terrorism".  

For a short while one could believe that this was the fault of Republicans.  George Bush won reelection in 2004.  Even then, one could say that at least 49% of Americans opposed being complicit in torture.  Four years later, Barak Obama was elected.  He essentially said, 'nope, it's all of us!'.  With his declaration of "looking forward, not backwards", he instituted impunity for war criminals.  He then ordered bombings of civilians and extrajudicial executions that would have made Dick Cheney blush.  

Today is the second Sunday of Advent.  It's 94 miles from Nazereth to Bethlehem.  Eighteen miles from Gaza City to Khan Yunis.  Different times.  Different trips.  Then, the poor father to be and his very pregnant wife could find no vacancy at any inn.  As I type this, a current version of Joseph knows there is no inn, hospital, or hope, left.  He, and his modern day Mary, will have to make their own shelter.  And, just as 2000 years ago, they need it now, because contractions won't wait.  Not for lodging and not for a cease fire.  

So, as they trudge, on foot (driving is impossible with streets filled with the rubble of bombed apartment buildings, and the gas is gone, anyway) around chunks of concrete, downed power lines and bits of human flesh, searching for plastic sheeting, rope or cable with which to construct a tent on what was once a sidewalk.  All without knowing where their next meal or drink of water will come from.  Everything predicated on they not being shot by snipers, bombed by drones, planes or missiles or crushed by falling buildings.  And those would be the better deaths.  The next street over is hell on earth, as white phosphorus is dropped on their fellow refugees.  White phosphorus ignites immediately on contact with oxygen and burns the skin, corneas and lungs.  It is dropped on these wretched souls by each of us.  Yes, dear reader.  We're not ruled by prophets, judges or kings.  We claim to govern ourselves, our will done by our elected representatives.  Our President and Congress, egged on by corporate media, have shoveled billions of dollars, and provided 2000 pound bombs, along with that phosphorus, to a foreign government that has literally proclaimed that modern day holy family to be the Amaleks, who must be smote.  

If you've read this far, you're probably thinking this detour to Palestine is a pretty far stretch, from his original point, even for Jimmy. Is it?  War crimes and crimes against humanity are being committed right before our eyes, even if our preachers tell us it's OK to take a break and look away, and even if our media sanitizes the news.  If there is a rule of law, it applies to everyone.  If there are rights, they apply always, especially in the most difficult times.  And what we are witnessing, this 2nd Sunday of Advent, is the most innocent and helpless, being the most violated.  Collective guilt, for the actions of others, placed on them and collective punishment being meted out to them.  Without their most basic rights being respected, and without an immediate cease fire being implemented, this little Jesus isn't going to make it to Christmas.  



Monday, January 16, 2023

KING WASN'T CUDDLY. HE WAS RIGHTIOUS, BRAVE AND PROPHETIC

 I remember Stevie Wonder campaigning to make Martin Luther King's birthday a holiday.  I also remember Bull Conner, whips, dogs and firehoses on my TV as a child.  And I remember my dad looking up from the phone, when my sister called to tell him King had been murdered.  

I don't think this is what Stevie had in mind when he sang that we need a holiday.  I realized, this weekend, that I don't recognize the King that most of the country is celebrating.  

As I sat in church Sunday, the lady giving the talk during "kid church" told them that Dr. King was a good man that wanted people to be nice to each other.  Some people were bad to him.  Just like sometimes people are grumpy with us.  Just like Jesus, King wanted us to treat others as we'd want to be treated.  

No!  No!  No!  If that was the case, we'd have never heard of him.  He'd be just another anonymous minister preaching the gospel on Sunday mornings.  Yes, he preached the Gospel of Jesus and emphasized the principal of turning the other cheek.  But the point was to prod the conscience of the wider (whiter) nation.  He didn't travel and preach niceness.  He demanded justice.  He condemned racism, militarism and economic inequality.  Both Jesus and King knew where their defiance of the powerful would probably lead.  Crucifixion for Jesus and, for King, death from blunt force trauma from a truncheon, his neck in a noose or (as it turned out) a bullet.  

We're guilty of doing the same thing as the book burners and banners.  We're obscuring history.  As those of us who lived during King's (and the movement's) time age, it's imperative that young people learn the unadulterated story.  King wasn't trying to change the minds of grumpy people.  He was fighting wicked, evil people who were willing to bomb children, shoot fathers in their driveways and condemn millions of fellow citizens to second class citizenship.  

I reject the argument that children's psyches are too fragile, too undeveloped to be given such traumatic information.  We're doing them no favors hiding reality from them and we commit a second crime against the victims of the violence King was resisting by diluting their stories.  Children were in the protests!  Children were beaten and killed.  White children, like me, in the North witnessed this on our televisions when we were in primary school.  It happened.  We saw it.  And because of that, we can never not know.  

Many of us became human rights activists because of how we grew up.  But, only because we had a realistic picture of how dangerous violations of civil and human rights can be.  If we sanitize history, and if the growing fascist movement erases history, how can we expect a future generation to stand up for their rights or those of others?

For years now, we see politicians, preachers and, heck, even our relatives quoting King and holding him (and selective quotes from him) up as support for their political views on any given topic.  Instead of allowing Martin Luther King to become a mythical figure like George Washington confessing to chopping down the cherry tree, let's take him back.  The real Dr. King.  The one who chastised moderates in his Letter from a Birmingham Jail.  The King who gave the Beyond Vietnam speech at NY's Riverside Church one year to the day before he was shot.  The one who said, 

"  ...we are called to play the good Samaritan on life’s roadside; but that will be only an initial act. One day we must come to see that the whole Jericho road must be transformed so that men and women will not be constantly beaten and robbed as they make their journey on life’s highway. True compassion is more than flinging a coin to a beggar; it is not haphazard and superficial. It comes to see that an edifice which produces beggars needs restructuring."

As we should with Jesus, let's celebrate not the King we are given after his death.  Let's celebrate the one that was hated during his life.