miercuri, 7 octombrie 2015

Are Migrants Global Citizens too?

​There Are No Migrants, Only Global Citizens​

Thursday, 10 September 2015 06:49
Robert C. Koehler for Buzzflash at TruthOut
 Who are all these people?
Here’s another global problem — this flow of refugees — that national governments are apparently incapable of dealing with in a long-term, cooperative, globally responsible way. As with climate change, as with war and disarmament, they retreat into insularity in the face of such matters and become protective of their short-term, individual “interests,” which mostly concern the bureaucratic sacredness of their borders and an obsessive distinction between us and them.

“The European Union, (French President François Hollande) said, needed to create ‘hot spot’ reception centers at those borders under the greatest onslaught — in Greece, Italy and Hungary — to register new arrivals and turn back those who do not meet the requirements for asylum,” reports the New York Times.

And: “(British Prime Minister David) Cameron said Monday that Britain would accept up to 20,000 Syrian refugees, but they would most likely be limited to those who apply for asylum from camps in Jordan, Lebanon and Turkey. The British government is wary of giving migrants any incentive to make the dangerous journey into Europe, officials said. . . .”

Of course, it gets a lot worse than that: razor wire, brute force, big walls. Desperate people risk their lives. Boats capsize. Children die as racist slogans reverberate. Families flee war and poverty, hell on earth. They need new homes. What a nuisance.

The photo of the body of 3-year-old Aylan Kurdi, who washed up on a Turkish beach after his family’s boat capsized as they tried to escape Syria — his mother and 5-year-old brother also died — has turned the refugee crisis, at least temporarily, into something more than an abstraction. “Within hours,” Jamie Fahey wrote at the Guardian, which initially published the photo, “the image had gone viral and become the top-trending picture on Twitter with the hashtag #KiyiyaVuranInsanlik (humanity washed ashore).”

Humanity washes ashore, but does anything change? There’s only one way for real change to happen: The value of human life must supersede citizenship. Refugees — people forced by terrible circumstances out of their homes — shouldn’t have their escape routes blocked, either by barbed wire or bureaucratic minutiae, because they have been rendered “stateless.”

For instance, while Aylan’s family had relatives in Canada and, therefore, could legally have entered that country, his parents “had been unable to get family reunification visas that would have given them a legal route out of Turkey,” the Washington Post reported. “Instead, they tried to reach Greece by boat, with tragic consequences.”

The arguments defending border restrictions concern the sanctity and necessity of maintaining national order. But these arguments begin to crumble when one considers the extent to which potential host nations bear responsibility for much of the chaos in those broken parts of the world — such as Syria, Iraq, Afghanistan — from which most of the world’s refugees are fleeing.

This phenomenon isn’t usually included in news stories about refugees. Thus they are portrayed either as pitiable unfortunates who need our benevolence or would-be freeloaders trying to get a good deal for themselves in some wealthy country with generous benefits.

But as Robert Parry, who as a reporter for the Associated Press in the 1980s helped expose the Iran-Contra fiasco, wrote recently: “The refugee chaos that is now pushing deep into Europe . . . started with the cavalier ambitions of American neocons and their liberal-interventionist sidekicks who planned to remake the Middle East and other parts of the world through ‘regime change.’

“Instead of the promised wonders of ‘democracy promotion’ and ‘human rights,’” he continued, “what these ‘anti-realists’ have accomplished is to spread death, destruction and destabilization across the Middle East and parts of Africa and now into Ukraine and the heart of Europe. Yet, since these neocon forces still control the Official Narrative, their explanations get top billing — such as that there hasn’t been enough ‘regime change.’”

The neocons, who began their “cult of regime change” in Central America during the Reagan era, reclaimed control over American foreign policy when Bush Jr. was elected president and used 9/11 to cohere support for their long-sought invasion of Iraq. This action, of course, shattered the country and let loose the howling chaos of civil war. Since then, the U.S. and its allies have perpetrated similar disasters in Libya, Syria and elsewhere, as they’ve continued to impose regime change on select Middle Eastern countries they hope to control.

But today’s global refugee crisis goes deeper than the neocons. The colonial powers of the Western world conquered and exploited the whole planet. Even when these powers relinquished their control over the Third World, they left behind a patchwork of states with randomly drawn borders that were in many cases deeply ungovernable.

As Gurminder K. Bhambra wrote recently in the Australian publication The Conversation: “The failure to properly account for Europe’s colonial past cements the political division between legitimate citizens with rights and migrants/refugees without rights. . . .

“If belonging to the history of the nation is what traditionally confers membership rights upon individuals (as most forms of citizenship demonstrate), it’s incumbent upon us to recognize the histories that would see refugees as already having claims upon the states they wish to enter.”

There should be no such concept as stateless migrants, left to the mercy of the weather and the tides, the smugglers of human cargo, the border bureaucrats. There should only be global citizens.

This is all of us, equal to one another in our humanity, equally deserving of the chance to live and prosper. The photos of a 3-year-old boy washed ashore in Turkey make this clear.

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vineri, 26 decembrie 2008

About money

Money can buy a house, but not a home.
Money can buy a bed, but not sleep.
Money can buy a clock, but not time.
Money can buy a book, but not knowledge.
Money can buy food, but not an appetite.
Money can buy position, but not respect.
Money can buy blood, but not life.
Money can buy medicine, but not health.
Money can buy sex, but not love.
Money can buy insurance, but not safety.
You see, money is not everythin

Looking back...

Looking back,
I have this to regret,
That too often when I loved
I did not say so...

(David Grayson)

Never leave that 'till tomorrow...

A couple of hundred years ago, Benjamin Franklin shared with the world the secret of his success. Never leave that till tomorrow, he said, which you can do today. This is the man who discovered electricity. You think more people would listen to what he had to say. I don't know why we put things off, but if I had to guess, I'd have to say it has a lot to do with fear. Fear of failure, fear of rejection, sometimes the fear is just of making a decision, because what if you're wrong? What if you're making a mistake you can't undo? The early bird catches the worm. A stitch in time saves nine. He who hesitates is lost. We can't pretend we hadn't been told. We've all heard the proverbs, heard the philosophers, heard our grandparents warning us about wasted time, heard the damn poets urging us to seize the day. Still sometimes we have to see for ourselves. We have to make our own mistakes. We have to learn our own lessons. We have to sweep today's possibility under tomorrow's rug until we can't anymore. Until we finally understand for ourselves what Benjamin Franklin really meant. That knowing is better than wondering, that waking is better than sleeping, and even the biggest failure, even the worst, beat the hell out of never trying.

THE LOVE THAT I NEED IS CLOSE TO YOU...

Simt ruptura de Tine, simt goliciunea, singuratatea...In tot acest timp nu am intalnit pe nimeni real asa cum am visat, pentru ca am fost distantat de iubirea Ta, care sta acolo sus, si vegheaza, ma urmareste, cum cresc, cum cad. Acolo , deasupra invelisului de nori e frumusetea rotunda a lunii, alba, cu un cerc radiant luminos, si norii care o traberseaza formeaza imagini, figurine, mime, grimase, raspunsuri la intrebari, si apoi mai este caldura solara, in timpul zilei, la fel de incantatoare, la fel de hranitoare, sau culoriile din asfintit ce redau plenitudinea acestei iubiri, divine, intense, puternice, care o sa poata dura la nesfarsit, care nu poate inceta, nu poate cadea, sa aluncere pe un obiect stramb, sa se deformeze si sa primeasca varietati din exterior. Nu te poti satura, nu poti vedea altceva, nu exista nimic mai complex, mai larg, mai incapator pentru unicul vaz pe care il ai in minte. Aceste culori se impastie pe tot cerul, se sting in noapte , lasa mintea sa se odihneasca , si reapar intr-o noua zi sub alta forma, cu o noua infatisare, reinoite, vii, in viata, nascatoare de o noua viata, o noua zi, impreuna, noi, si numai noi. Pe de alta parte oamenii aici sut si ei minunati, insa frumusetea lor e singulara, e nevazuta de propria persoana si astfel nu o putem aprecia decat ca un total, o suma a ceea ce vedem la semenii nostrii, si atunci apare singuratatea, lipsa, nevoia... Vreau sa ma aproprii de culoare Ta, de inima ta imensa, ca doua culori ce nu s-au vazut niciodata, care se impletesc si devin una, prin Tine, prin puterea Ta, sa pot sa ma vad implinit acolo, cu cineva ajuns in acelasi puct ca si mine, dand mana peste acesta patura de nori, unde iubirea ii aproape de tine, ii aproape de real, de implinire. Vreau sa ma trezesc dimineata cu tine in pat, imbartisati, cu melodii vesele, sa mai ramaneni cateva minute asa, unul langa celalalt , fara sa ne pese de timp, de ora , de servici sau de lume, dupa care unul sa prepare dejunul, celalalt sa faca patul si intr-un final sa stam amandoi la masa imbujorati de primirea soarelui in camera...Ziua e lunga, e obositoare pentru amandoi, fiecare in stanga , in dreapta, alergand pentru supravietuire, dar in pauza de servici ne dam un telefon completand conversatia cu mici intamplari petrecute in cadrul serviciului. Oare va putea exista tentatia, ispita, ochiul vanator, care cauta altceva, cauta noul, extasul, palpitatia, cand stiu ca cu tine totul a devenit rutina, banalitate, nu mai avem sa sa facem impreuna...am facut totul...Oare asa e pamantesc? E un instinct primitiv, din arhicortex , acolo la baza creierului, ce te face sa cauti, sa explorezi, sa suprasaturezi orice dorinta, orice dimensiune a gandului, pana cand actele pe care le faci iti ruineaza viata. Era mai bine in paradis cu tine, unde aveam totul insa nu aveam nimic, pentru totul inca nu era descoperit si nimicul deja l -am epuizat impreuna. Toata lumea se rezuma la o viata copiata unul de la celalalt, cu activitati sociale, prieteni, familie, aceleasi evenimente, aceasi succesiune, trezit, servici, mancat, sex, acasa, si somn intr-o viata monopolara: ma nasc, cresc, iubesc, ma casatoresc, am un servici, fac copii si mor. Ce ar putea fi mai mult? Gandul care nu ma lasa in pace, nu se opreste nicaieri, la nimeni, la nimic, apoi vine vazul care la fel si el , cuprinde tot, e patrunzator in culori, in zi, in noapte, fara margini, iar imaginiile ajung pana la radacina creierului formand frumusetea vie. Apoi auzul care bate non stop ca un ceas, fiecare melodie, fiecare sunet, neincetat, curge prin conduct pana la baza creierului unde naste frumusetea infinita.Pielea. Atingerea cu mana, ajunge la o frumusete deliranta, nebuna, fragila, care se schimba cu fiecare punct, fiecare unghi si apoi in ultimul rand o camara ce ascude acest suflet ca o floare cu petalele ridicate , cu luminozitate radianta inauntrul corpului pana la extremitati, vecin cu pielea ta, vecin cu floarea din tine...ne desparte doar un strat infinitezimal de mic sa putem fi conectati, sa ne hranim unul cu celalalt, cu trupul si apoi cu sufletul..Nimic nu vine din violenta, nici nu poate veni pentru ca daca am gasit acesta lume, acest univers, in apropierea locuintei Tale, atunci inseamna ca te-am gasit pe tine, pe care te pot iubi, si tu ma poti iubi.....