DIARIES & MEMOIRS: COUNTRIES A-Z, Israel, Palestine, Popular & established authors

Fences in the West Bank

Hello from Charlotte Mendel,

I am doing Protective Presence in the West Bank for 6 months and, for part of each week, I stay with a cluster of Palestinian families who are being targeted by extremist settlers. I have been hit, kicked, cursed—on my first day the army confiscated my passport and detained me. I experience it like a nightmare; I loathe every minute—my first head-on experience with a distorted ideology that justifies evil—and it’s my own fucking people! But also my first experience of the immense bravery of my fellow Israelis and the solidarity they are creating with Palestinians throughout the West Bank. And my Palestinian family is still in their homes, and they know that they are not alone.

Strong fences are one of the best protections for these families. My sister Tessa and I have launched a fundraiser to purchase 500m of metal fencing that the settlers won’t be able to cut through https://chuffed.org/project/185832-fences-for-taybeh.

If you love Israel like I do, please donate to the campaign. These settlers are destroying everything that Israel once stood for. If we want Israel to survive and thrive, we must fight this evil, for the sake of Palestinians and Israelis alike.

Thank you!

Charlotte

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LEFTIST ZIONIST STATEMENT, by the chief editor of Centre of the Web (this will be reposted at the bottom of all COTW submissions from Israel-Palestine). 1. I am against the antizionist misinformation and hate movement, including the very unholy alliance between Hamas and its sympathisers, and the so-called progressive left; I am a left wing zionist; i.e. I assert the right of Israel to continue to exist, to not be destroyed, to not be dismantled (often used as a euphemism for destruction). 2. Like the original Kropotkin-reading zionists, my politics is anarchistic. My ultimate belief in a stateless global society does not mean that Israel should dissolve before any other state. Considering global history, it should probably be one of the last states to dissolve. However, the dissolution of a state is not the dissolution of a people or its historical link to its homeland. 3. Hamas (Queer-hating, women-oppressing, Jewish-world-domination-conspiracy believing Hamas) are not a liberatory movement. Their founders had strong links with movements whose representatives met with Nazis in Nazi Germany, to collaborate on eradicating all Jews. (Do your research). This is nothing to do with resistance against so-called settler-colonialism. Moreover, extremist settlers in the West Bank are not representative of Israel as a whole. 4. I am not Islamophobic. I support a peaceful solution in the Middle East in Israel-Palestine and the wider region. This of course includes an end to the horrible government of Netanyahu, and an end to the destruction of Gaza. It also includes an end to Hamas and all associated groups and governments, including the Iranian regime. This does not mean I support Trump and Bibis war. 5. Supporting the same ends as another, does not mean that I support another`s means. 6. The enemy of my enemy is not necessarily my friend. Think about that before you get into bed with Hamas. // Thank you. In solidarity with Standing Together, Movement Against Antizionism and Institute for the Critical Study of Antizionism

Ecology of the absurd, Featured blogs, sites & lit works, FLASH!, Popular & established authors, USA

Jeanine Didn’t Want to Add One More Sound to The World

By Nina Hart: This story originally appeared in the book of short stories, Somewhere in a Town You Never Knew Existed Somewhere

Out stepped Jeanine. Out into the street after slamming her car door shut. Jeanine. Her upper back jumping from the sound of the slam. Jeanine’s right thumb reaching for the lock button on the car’s keyless device. Jeanine’s sharply manicured thumb about to press down to emit the piercing beep sound that signaled the locking of the doors. She paused though. She could not hit the button. She could not press that button. Because she didn’t want to add one more sound to the world. She wondered What will the birds think? She did this for the birds. She didn’t want to hurt their ears or obstruct their songs. Obstruct their signals to one another. So Jeanine left her car doors unlocked. She even left the doors of her red Pontiac Bonneville wide open on their hinges and all the baby bird chirps came in. Like waves she loved the chirping sounds of no sound no sound no sound coming through like a whale in the wilderness of junkyard love. No sound no sound no sound she said no sound.
Ecology of the absurd, Featured blogs, sites & lit works, Germany, Popular & established authors

Origins of the climate movement (extracts from an upcoming book by Tadzio Mueller: #4)

Republished with permission from the blog of Tadzio Mueller, Peaceful Sabotage

Note: this repost continues from the last extract from Tadzio`s upcoming book published on COTW here. Tadzio is happy to receive feedback from activists all over the world. Visit his website for more details.

Capable of taking action in the face of the climate catastrophe?

…But after the frustration of the anti-war movement, I didn’t go directly into activism. Instead, I returned to university, where I had the enormous luck and privilege of writing my dissertation on anti-capitalist activism within the anti-globalization movement—essentially a critical retrospective, a strategic debrief on the movement that had so profoundly changed my life and, at least a little, the world. The research question was essentially: what means do we “anti-capitalists” in the anti-globalization and other movements actually use to fight our great enemy, the final boss, whom we hold responsible for so much of the world’s evil, and how effective are these means?

When I finally finished my dissertation in the autumn of 2006, not only was I finished with university, but the world was also finished with the anti-globalization movement: one of our last major actions in the Global North was the attempt to disrupt the G8 summit in Gleneagles, Scotland. But while a few hundred or a few thousand radical leftists were chased through the Scottish Highlands by well-organized police, the vast majority of people who had come to Scotland to protest were not demonstrating against the G8, but rather under the banner of “Make Poverty History” for an expansion of the powers of precisely those multilateral political-economic institutions whose delegitimization had been one of the central strategies of our movement. The radical wing isolated, the moderate wing co-opted (integrated into the power project), the British government transformed from antagonist of the movement into its tamer: the movement was dead .

Long live the movement!

And what do people do for whom “movement” and “struggle” are central parts of their identity, what do “activists” do when a movement, when their movement ends? Of course, some of us then go home for good, start some well-paid or overly demanding job, have two, three, many children – but for activist self-efficacy junkies like me, it was clear that it had to continue with a new movement. Cold turkey – brrrr, absolutely not.

Fortunately, our British comrades had already shown a way out of the now irrelevant anti-neoliberal globalization movement: while the black-red wing of the movement, to which I belonged, was still preoccupied with the major global summits in 2005, having been convinced in Seattle that these were the key levers on which to apply our limited energies to achieve maximum change, and therefore mobilized for Gleneagles, the influential eco-anarchist wing in the UK had long since abandoned this idea, this illusion, and was instead planning the first “climate camp.” At the end of August 2006, precisely when I was sitting at my desk in Brighton finishing my dissertation on a movement that was by then no longer relevant, a new cycle of social struggles, a new social movement, began at the first Camp for Climate Action at the Drax coal-fired power station , the largest CO2 emitter in the UK: we would later come to know it as the “climate movement.”

2007 wasn’t just the year of my gay coming out and move to the queer-hedonistic mecca of Berlin; it was also the year of my personal climate conversion. Like many German leftists and radical leftists, I had previously held an absurdly arrogant attitude towards anything that even remotely resembled an “environmental issue.” I thought, as many leftists still do, that environmental issues were privileged, bourgeois feel-good nonsense, that environmental issues were about cute megafauna like polar bears and turtles, maybe trees, perhaps a little bit about agriculture, but that the truly important issues were the classic leftist themes: control of the means of production, class struggle, redistribution, socialization, etc. Without ever having really engaged with them, I had internalized the anti-ecological leftist prejudice that the real leftist issues were about people, about exploitation versus liberation, while environmental issues were luxury topics to be addressed sometime after the revolution.

The climate question

The mid-2000s, when the world’s first climate agreement came into force (the now justifiably largely forgotten “Kyoto Protocol”), when a climate policy slide show by a former US Vice President won the Oscar for Best Documentary, was also the time when the Global North, in the context of increasingly escalating climate catastrophe consequences, slowly began to take the climate issue seriously. Hurricane Katrina, which struck New Orleans in August 2005, played a particularly important role here: until then, the wealthy world (myself included, as a scion of the cosmopolitan upper middle class) had happily indulged in the illusion that the climate catastrophe was a “somewhere, sometime” problem. But when the richest and most powerful country in the world experienced an “environmental catastrophe” that, due to historical racial and class-based injustices, immediately manifested itself as a social catastrophe as well, when Mexican troops entered Texas to provide food for evacuees When George W. Bush and his Republicans suffered a crushing defeat in the 2006 midterm elections, partly because they had so disastrously botched the disaster response , and especially because all of this took place in the USA, where the rest of the West can always see a bit of its own future – it began to become clear to the rich world that this “climate change” had probably received too little attention so far.

Institutions like the World Bank and the International Monetary Fund began talking about “green loans,” positioning themselves, after years of quite effective delegitimization by our movement, as the institutions that could finance and enable a global ” green transition .” And when, in 2007, during what was truly the last major anti-globalization action in Europe, at the G8 summit in Heiligendamm, the brilliant political tactician Angela Merkel actually managed to completely thwart our summit blockades by positioning the G8 not as the neoliberal governess of the world, but as a globally solidarity-based institution of savvy climate saviors, I began for the first time to recognize the world-changing relevance of the issue. Initially, not because I considered the topic important myself, but because I understood that our old adversaries – the global institutions and factions of capital that had driven the project of “neoliberal globalization” – were beginning to reorient themselves, adopting a new rhetoric in the midst of the emerging major crisis of capitalism: “Look, we are no longer evil neoliberals; we recognize that a potential catastrophe is looming, and we will not only solve it, we will use the energy it releases to unleash a new, enlightened, sustainable, green growth cycle that can pull us out of the deepest global economic crisis since the Great Depression .”

The climate movement…

So I began to engage with the climate issue both activistically and academically, and I quickly got the impression that it could be a bigger deal than I had previously understood. A number of German activists participated in the 2nd Climate Camp (Camp for Climate Action) in the summer of 2007, and we were so enthusiastic about this form of action that we decided to organize the first climate camp in Germany in 2008, which then took place in Hamburg-Moorburg as the first German “Anti-Racist and Climate Camp.” From there, we moved on to the “Copenhagen Mobilization,” when the emerging activist climate movement, along with pretty much the rest of the world, pinned its hopes on the possibility that success at the COP15 climate summit in Copenhagen could somehow influence the already rapidly escalating “climate change.” But as some of you may remember, the summit flopped, as did the large demonstrations and actions that took place around and against it , and after 2009 things became pretty quiet around the climate issue. From 2010 to 2015, the young, primarily left-wing radical climate movement plodded along rather unnoticed in the coal-mining regions, trying to pull new levers after the summit… and nobody gave a fuck.

Modern poetry is anarchism, Popular & established authors, South Korea

Meet Me at Three O’clock at the LerDevagar Bookstore

By Jo Eun Young, Republic of Korea; translated by Jung Slin. See alsoThe Summer We Once Wanted and The Woman Not On Any List

Dear Zeze’s one and only Mister Portuga,

My teacher asked about Papa and

Got a packed lunch from Mama, but the next day

He left a thick book only in the next desk over.

So I tear out the last page and go

To Lisbon

To the bookstore LerDevagar

The workwoman who bikes across the store each day

Wrote poetry and was fired from the print shop, they say

Against the screaming pages

Her fingertips come into bloom

When her feet hum round and round the pedals

Songs in canon rouse from slumber to form a path

I cut the wire around my chest

And put up my hair in a gentle bun

When the sun shines at a three o’clock tilt

The scenery hiding underfoot unwraps its belt

A shadow has sunk its teeth into my dusty feet

And when its slant leans to the left

I take one slow stroll around the bookstore

In the bookshelf, three sections from the leftmost end

I’ll hide two books, and between the pages will be

Dried carnations once slipped into the muzzles of guns

I’ll ask for an Espresso• with one drop of ink

Only when the dust peeled naked by the sun

Falls onto the shattered mirror

Sound out my name backwards, Dear Mister Portuga

The name my teacher never said

And meet me at three o’clock

At the LerDevagar bookstore

•The LerDevagar bookstore was once a print shop, where the first issue of the Portuguese newspaper Espresso was printed. It was also the epicenter of the bloodless 1974 revolution known as the CarnationRevolution.

Collapse chats & diaries, Ecology of the absurd, Exclusive to COTW

I hope this summer is catastrophically hot because fuck you, and fuck them

Part of me hopes that this summer is catastrophically hot because fuck you, and fuck them. It is just that I want you, I want them, to wake up to the unfolding reality of climate collapse. I am not an accelerationist, but sometimes I get profoundly frustrated.

Of course, in my better moments, actually the majority of the time, I do not think the above. But it does not matter what I think. According to James Hansen et al, who is usually proved right, 2026 is likely to be the hottest year on record, with 2027 being even hotter. Sure, this is confused and compounded by a Super El Nino, but that is no reason for complacency: the Super El Nino itself is suspiciously strong, shaping up to be the strongest we have had in 140 years, apparently. How will this affect so-called climate tipping points? Nobody knows for sure, but it does not look good.

Some climate scientists, I have observed, have started to dispense with academic formalities in their science communications, in an attempt to get through to the indolent masses, and make it clear that they don`t share the consensus of the tepid climate science mainstream, which often underestimates or underemphasizes the extent of the climate threats now facing us as a planet. James Hansen is a good example. His scientific papers are these days peppered with irreverant swipes towards the climate science establishment as well as some daily English expressions of the sheer mind-boggling severity of the unfolding climate catastrophe. Bill McGuire is another good example. Bill, a socialist activist as well as climate scientist, recently released The Fate of the World.

Every kind of communication on the severity of the climate crisis has been tried by scientists, activists and social movements, from the scientific, to the optimistic, to the brutally honest and deliberately shocking (hence the title of this post). None of it seems to work, The global population in general isn`t ready to hear it, or is generally either too economically comfortable or too mired in socio-economic problems to which climate collapse is closely related. Consequently, we drift towards various unpalatable futures: war, civilizational Collapse, or bloody coups and revolutions. None of these outcomes are welcome, but we may have to deal with all of them, to varying degrees at different stages of our lives, depending on where we live in the world and how old we are.

Yet, there will always be pockets of humanity committed to thriving and helping others to thrive. This has become my strongest vision and my most important work.