Trouble in Oaxaca

Below is a press release that I recieved from the Chiapas Media Project:

As independent journalists working in Mexico, we are outraged by the brutal murder of one of
our colleagues, Brad Will, at the hands of plainclothes police officers and local government
officials in the State of Oaxaca. Brad's death is now being used as a pretext by the Mexican
federal government to launch a military incursion into Oaxaca City. The logic behind this police
action represents a total distortion of the facts as we have been reporting and we are urging the
media to more carefully scrutinize recent events. It is our hope that you, our colleagues, can help
prevent bloodshed in Mexico.
Yesterday, Brad was reporting from a protest encampment in Santa Lucia del Camino, Oaxaca,
when it came under attack from several individuals in civilian clothing who shot pistols and high
powered rifles at the protesters. Brad was filming the siege when one of the assailants fatally
shot him twice in the abdomen. According to local residents and the Mexican newspaper El
Universal, the attackers have been positively identified as municipal police officers and
government officials of Santa Lucia del Camino.
The current conflict began on June 14th when Oaxaca's governor Ulises Ruiz Ortiz sent in state
police to break a teachers' strike that was camped out in the center of Oaxaca City. Gov. Ruiz
had already alarmed international human rights organizations, including Amnesty International,
for atrocities committed before the June 14 police violence. The actions on June 14th further
ignited people’s anger throughout the State who responded, by forming the People's Popular
Assembly of Oaxaca (APPO) who reinforced the teachers' encampment in Oaxaca City. The
single demand of the APPO has been the resignation of Gov. Ruiz. In the last five months, at
least 12 people have been killed by police and paramilitary forces connected to Gov. Ruiz.
Major media outlets, worldwide, have erroneously implied that teachers and members of the
APPO are to blame for the violence, including the death of Brad Will. Repeated calls on
Mexican television for the restoration of "law and order" are disturbing because they fail to
recognize that the recent spate of targeted killings have been traced to the State government, and
that the fundamental necessity to restoring peace in the state is the immediate removal of Gov.
Ruiz. This is a conclusion that we, as journalists, have reached after studying the facts carefully.
A siege of the city is expected to begin tonight. Most observers agree that it will be impossible
to dislodge the protesters without bloodshed. We are calling on all responsible
journalists to cover this impending crisis, and help to shed light on the facts before more
innocent lives are lost.

recycled lives....

my life...

resonance with the past.

and the


i am here -

at one moment

thinking of love...

at most moments thinking thereof.

but at others....

a time in school...

graduate ‘training’ that should have




i am in two or three worlds these days.

maybe four.

five even.

who knows really.

but the ones that hold my attention





i have left certain things behind.

my soul for instance.

can i even pinpoint


day that

i left it.

sitting there.


and wondering what the fuck?.?.?...


there are so many things in life. i have so many moments. so many memories. parts of me that exist only in my head. parts of me that i can turn to at any given time. i can even



a breath

in the morning

can change




the mind is a crazy thing. there are infinite things that can exist. what you can imagine can come to be in almost infinite forms. you can’t always choose the form.


the cosmic joke.


my name is many things. i imagine a point in time. a point that exists. and so it does.

am i talking bullshit here?

i am consumed to a certain degree. my thoughts drift to love. the one that holds my heart. am i too easy in giving it out. there it is out there. it has been for a couple weeks now. it’s been dropped already. maybe even stepped on.

tripped over.


it has also been held.

looked at.

loved back.

imagine that. it’s happening and neither of us know it.

maybe i do now. maybe she does too.

i can only



it hurts to think that i must leave things to the universe.

has it been there for me before?

i would say absolutely.

and i seek to understand myself.

through myself may i know the universe.

maybe i am cheating the world.

cheating myself.

cheating my love.

part of me is.

i have created a shield of brightness...

of conceived notions of what i’m doing.

it really is a big fucking show. if i can present the show that people want to see i cruise along.

i present a show that people think they should see.

even this






and along with that...

what i may have to offer the universe.

what i may have to offer others.

fellow seekers.

fellow friends.

fellow lovers.

fellow humans.

is there a space for this type of thing.

what is it even?


War and Reason

From Jonathan Swift's 1726 satire, Gulliver's Travels. This conversation takes place between Gulliver and his teacher, a Houyhnhnm, a "horse" of Houyhnhnmland, a land where horses are superior to their Yahoo slaves (humanoids drawn from travel accounts of uncivilized "savages" and conflated with civilized Europeans).

He asked me, “what were the usual causes or motives that made one country go to war with another?” I answered “they were innumerable; but I should only mention a few of the chief. Sometimes the ambition of princes, who never think they have land or people enough to govern; sometimes the corruption of ministers, who engage their master in a war, in order to stifle or divert the clamour of the subjects against their evil administration. Difference in opinions has cost many millions of lives: for instance, whether flesh be bread, or bread be flesh; whether the juice of a certain berry be blood or wine; whether whistling be a vice or a virtue; whether it be better to kiss a post, or throw it into the fire; what is the best colour for a coat, whether black, white, red, or gray; and whether it should be long or short, narrow or wide, dirty or clean; with many more. Neither are any wars so furious and bloody, or of so long a continuance, as those occasioned by difference in opinion, especially if it be in things indifferent.

“Sometimes the quarrel between two princes is to decide which of them shall dispossess a third of his dominions, where neither of them pretend to any right. Sometimes one prince quarrels with another for fear the other should quarrel with him. Sometimes a war is entered upon, because the enemy is too strong; and sometimes, because he is too weak. Sometimes our neighbours want the things which we have, or have the things which we want, and we both fight, till they take ours, or give us theirs. It is a very justifiable cause of a war, to invade a country after the people have been wasted by famine, destroyed by pestilence, or embroiled by factions among themselves. It is justifiable to enter into war against our nearest ally, when one of his towns lies convenient for us, or a territory of land, that would render our dominions round and complete. If a prince sends forces into a nation, where the people are poor and ignorant, he may lawfully put half of them to death, and make slaves of the rest, in order to civilize and reduce them from their barbarous way of living. It is a very kingly, honourable, and frequent practice, when one prince desires the assistance of another, to secure him against an invasion, that the assistant, when he has driven out the invader, should seize on the dominions himself, and kill, imprison, or banish, the prince he came to relieve. Alliance by blood, or marriage, is a frequent cause of war between princes; and the nearer the kindred is, the greater their disposition to quarrel; poor nations are hungry, and rich nations are proud; and pride and hunger will ever be at variance. For these reasons, the trade of a soldier is held the most honourable of all others; because a soldier is a Yahoo hired to kill, in cold blood, as many of his own species, who have never offended him, as possibly he can.

“There is likewise a kind of beggarly princes in Europe, not able to make war by themselves, who hire out their troops to richer nations, for so much a day to each man; of which they keep three-fourths to themselves, and it is the best part of their maintenance: such are those in many northern parts of Europe.”

“What you have told me,” said my master, “upon the subject of war, does indeed discover most admirably the effects of that reason you pretend to: however, it is happy that the shame is greater than the danger; and that nature has left you utterly incapable of doing much mischief. For, your mouths lying flat with your faces, you can hardly bite each other to any purpose, unless by consent. Then as to the claws upon your feet before and behind, they are so short and tender, that one of our Yahoos would drive a dozen of yours before him. And therefore, in recounting the numbers of those who have been killed in battle, I cannot but think you have said the thing which is not.”

I could not forbear shaking my head, and smiling a little at his ignorance. And being no stranger to the art of war, I gave him a description of cannons, culverins, muskets, carabines, pistols, bullets, powder, swords, bayonets, battles, sieges, retreats, attacks, undermines, countermines, bombardments, sea fights, ships sunk with a thousand men, twenty thousand killed on each side, dying groans, limbs flying in the air, smoke, noise, confusion, trampling to death under horses’ feet, flight, pursuit, victory; fields strewed with carcases, left for food to dogs and wolves and birds of prey; plundering, stripping, ravishing, burning, and destroying. And to set forth the valour of my own dear countrymen, I assured him, “that I had seen them blow up a hundred enemies at once in a siege, and as many in a ship, and beheld the dead bodies drop down in pieces from the clouds, to the great diversion of the spectators.”

I was going on to more particulars, when my master commanded me silence. He said, “whoever understood the nature of Yahoos, might easily believe it possible for so vile an animal to be capable of every action I had named, if their strength and cunning equalled their malice. But as my discourse had increased his abhorrence of the whole species, so he found it gave him a disturbance in his mind to which he was wholly a stranger before. He thought his ears, being used to such abominable words, might, by degrees, admit them with less detestation: that although he hated the Yahoos of this country, yet he no more blamed them for their odious qualities, than he did a gnnayh (a bird of prey) for its cruelty, or a sharp stone for cutting his hoof. But when a creature pretending to reason could be capable of such enormities, he dreaded lest the corruption of that faculty might be worse than brutality itself. He seemed therefore confident, that, instead of reason we were only possessed of some quality fitted to increase our natural vices; as the reflection from a troubled stream returns the image of an ill shapen body, not only larger but more distorted.”