So there is this, an article about the FBI coordinated crackdown on Occupy and it’s a must read if ever there was one.
The Partnership for Civil Justice Fund, in a groundbreaking scoop that should once more shame major US media outlets (why are nonprofits now some of the only entities in America left breaking major civil liberties news?), filed this request. The document – reproduced here in an easily searchable format – shows a terrifying network of coordinated DHS, FBI, police, regional fusion center, and private-sector activity so completely merged into one another that the monstrous whole is, in fact, one entity: in some cases, bearing a single name, the Domestic Security Alliance Council. And it reveals this merged entity to have one centrally planned, locally executed mission. The documents, in short, show the cops and DHS working for and with banks to target, arrest, and politically disable peaceful American citizens.
Which isn’t entirely surprising but is also a sign of how deeply controlled and fear based our entire system is. I mean when you have a system wherein Santa chalking on sidewalks gets beat down and arrested you’ve got a real problem, but really, working with banks to do some of the obscenely violent things done to the protesters, such as pepper spraying old women, making people pee on themselves, hitting them with canisters, tasering etc it’s just a sign that peaceful protest is an exceptional threat to a culture of violence and fear and that people (and corporations) will take power back in harsh ways.
And then there was Newtown. Where a young man took his own power in the most horrifying way possible, through fear and violence. And now a family is suing for 100 million, only they are suing the School Board (not the NRA or gun manufacturers) http://goodmenproject.com/good-feed-blog/newtown-shooting-survivor-sues-board-of-ed-for-100-million/.
And I suspect people won’t see a lot of connection there but what I see is that guns are symbols of power and invulnerability. Not just symbols, they are physical manifestations of power over others. Money too is both a symbol and a real physical marker of power over others, the environment, the world. Power equals control. Control equals strength. Strength means no one can hurt you, destroy you, control you, own you. But really? Is this truth or illusion?
Anything to be free of weakness and vulnerability yes? Even as we celebrate a holiday focused on The Prince Of Peace. Suffer not the little children. Tender and Mild. But not really. Not when it’s down to brass tacks, then we want armor and shields and body scans and high power weaponry and lawyers. Weakness is for fools, right?
Shoot. Sue. Hold press conferences stating we should arm teachers and school staff for increased safety, even as our firemen and police officers are attacked. Crackdown on Santa and bright Uni students, just not on the banks and the system at large. And Occupy are the terrorists? Not the makers of guns or the controllers of wealth? The corporate owners of all us mere serfs? You, little man, little woman, you don’t have any power unless you take it, yes? Now just go back to watching Honey Boo Boo and the Food Channel and buy yourself some sale items and blame the “other” whatever other you like, be it atheists or gays or blacks or whites, or feminists or MRAs, or the rich or the poor.
And pretend you feel safer doing so.
Suing an already underfunded school district for 100 million won’t make that family healed or safe or in control. It won’t bring any children back. It won’t punish the actual criminal who hurt the children. It will be toxic to them and to the schools it will drain. But it seems like it the American Way to find a method to grab power and perceived strength instead of finding actual paths to peace and compassion. Everything else is just an illusion of power. There is no power that can keep one truly safe. Safe from what? All of life?
Compassion and vulnerability may be our only hope for survival, but it seems to be the thing all of fear the most. Suing and shooting won’t heal anything.
Rome burns. Maybe it always has. I’d like to think there are enough of us with eyes open and hearts wide that we can find another way.
This end of year though…I’m hoping the darkest hours are always before dawn.