Sunday, June 26, 2016

Stop coal train through Oakland now, reroute through Berkeley hills!


Opinion

Stop coal train through Oakland now

 Sunday, June 26, 2016
What happened: State Sen. Loni Hancock’s two bills against the coal-train scheme cleared the Senate. SB1279 would prohibit the State Transportation Committee from funding projects for the handling, storage or transport of coal at a facility at or near low-income neighborhoods. SB1277 would require an additional level of environmental review for the project at the Oakland coal terminal.

What’s next: Close votes are expected Monday on SB1279 (Assembly Transportation Committee) and SB1277 (Assembly Natural Resources Committee). On Monday night, the Oakland City Council may vote on whether to ban coal exports from the new terminal.

What you can do: Express your support for SB1277 and SB1279 via Hancock’s online form at http://sd09.senate.ca.gov/contact. Demand that Gov. Jerry Brown, silent on the issue, get off the sidelines and oppose the coal project — for the sake of neighborhoods in his former city and to back up his words about climate change: “It doesn’t make sense to be shutting down coal plants and then export it for somebody else to burn in a more dirty way.” Send him your views via the contact form on his website: www.gov.ca.gov.

Novelist Austin C. Clarke, Canada's angriest "Negro" joins Ancestors, June 26, 1934-June 26, 2016


                                                    Canadian Novelist Austin C. Clarke


We received a call tonight from "Our Man in Toronto" Norman Richmond, Toronto DJ and journalist that our brother Canadian novelist Austin C. Clarke joined the ancestors a few hours ago. Norman Richmond and I met Austin Clarke after arriving in Toronto in 1967 as resisters to the war in Vietnam. I probably met Austin before Norman arrived. Austin and another great Pan African writer, Jan Carew, were our big brothers who mentored us during our exile. Of course Austin was not as political as Jan Carew and when we met for converssation the two of them had heavy political arguments. Austin was from Barbados and Carew from Guyana, South America. Austin's novels told of the Caribbean experience in Canada. We recall one of his characters describing the trip from the Caribbean to Canada as the Middle Passage. While in Toronto, I did an interview with Austin that I will share with readers as soon as I can find it in my archives. 
--Marvin X
6.26.16


Biography

Born in St. James, Barbados, Clarke had his early education there and taught at a rural school for three years. In 1955 he moved to Canada to attend the University of Toronto but after two years turned his hand to journalism and broadcasting. He was a reporter in the Ontario communities of Timmins and Kirkland Lake, before joining the Canadian Broadcasting Corporation as a freelance journalist. He subsequently taught at several American universities, including Yale University (Hoyt fellow, 1968–70), Duke University (1971–72), and the University of Texas (visiting professor, 1973).[1][2]

 
In 1973 he was designated cultural attaché at the Barbadian embassy in Washington, DC. He was later General Manager of the Caribbean Broadcasting Corporation in Barbados (1975-1977).[3] Returning to Canada, in 1977 he ran as a Progressive Conservative candidate in the Ontario election. He was writer in residence at Concordia University, Montreal, Quebec (1977), and at University of Western Ontario (1978).[1] From 1988 to 1993 he served on the Immigration and Refugee Board of Canada.[4]
 
In September 2012, at the International Festival of Authors (IFOA), Clarke was announced as the winner of the $10,000 Harbourfront Festival Prize "on the merits of his published work and efforts in fostering literary talent in new and aspiring writers".[5][6] Previous recipients of the award (established in 1984) include Dionne Brand, Wayson Choy, Christopher Dewdney, Helen Humphreys, Paul Quarrington, Peter Robinson, Seth, Jane Urquhart and Guy Vanderhaeghe. Clarke was reported as saying: "I rejoiced when I saw that Authors at Harbourfront Centre had named me this year's winner of the Harbourfront Festival Prize. I did not come to this city on September 29, 1959, as a writer. I came as a student. However, my career as a writer buried any contention of being a scholar and I thank Authors at Harbourfront Centre for saving me from the more painful life of the 'gradual student.' It is an honour to be part of such a prestigious list of authors."[7]
Clarke died on June 26, 2016 at the age of 81 in Toronto.[8]

 

Selected awards and honours

Bibliography

Novels

  • The Survivors of the Crossing (Toronto: McClelland & Stewart, 1964)
  • Amongst Thistles and Thorns (Toronto: McClelland & Stewart, 1965)
  • The Meeting Point (Toronto: Macmillan, 1967; Boston: Little, Brown, 1972)
  • Storm of Fortune (Boston: Little, Brown, 1973)
  • The Bigger Light (Boston: Little, Brown, 1975)
  • The Prime Minister (Don Mills, Ont.: General Publishing, 1977)
  • Proud Empires (London: Gollancz, 1986; Penguin-Viking, 1988)
  • The Origin of Waves (McClelland & Stewart, 1997; winner of the Rogers Writers' Trust Fiction Prize)
  • The Question (Toronto: McClelland & Stewart, 1999; nominated for a Governor General's Award)
  • The Polished Hoe (Toronto: Thomas Allen, 2002; winner of the Giller Prize and the Commonwealth Writers' Prize)
  • More (2008, winner of the City of Toronto Book Award)

Short story collections

  • When He Was Free and Young and He Used to Wear Silks (Toronto: Anansi, 1971; revised edition Little, Brown, 1973)
  • When Women Rule (Toronto: McClelland & Stewart, 1985)
  • Nine Men Who Laughed (Toronto: McClelland & Stewart, 1986)
  • In This City (Toronto: Exile Editions, 1992)
  • There Are No Elders (Toronto: Exile Editions, 1993)
  • The Austin Clarke Reader, ed. Barry Callaghan (Toronto: Exile Editions, 1996)
  • Choosing His Coffin: The Best Stories of Austin Clarke (Toronto: Thomas Allen, 2003)
  • They Never Told Me: and Other Stories (Holstein, ON: Exile Editions, 2013)

Poetry

Memoirs

  • Growing Up Stupid Under the Union Jack: a Memoir (Toronto: McClelland & Stewart, 1980)
  • Public Enemies: Police Violence and Black Youth (Toronto: HarperCollins, 1992)
  • A Passage Back Home: A Personal Reminiscence of Samuel Selvon (Toronto: Exile Editions, 1994)
  • Pigtails 'n Breadfruit: A Culinary Memoir (New Press, 1999); as Pigtails 'n' Breadfruit: The Rituals of Slave Food, A Barbadian Memoir (Toronto: Random House, 1999; University of Toronto Press, 2001)
  • "A Stranger In A Strange Land", The Globe and Mail, Toronto, 15 August 1990, p. 30.
  • ′Membering (Toronto: Dundurn Press, 2015)[9]

References


  • "Austin C. Clarke", Gale Contemporary Black Biography.

  • The Canadian Encyclopedia.

  • Alliaougana Festival website, 2010.

  • Austin Clarke biography at Bim Literary festival and Book Fair, 2012.

  • Paul Irish, "Austin Clarke wins Harbourfront Festival Prize", TheStar.com, September 28, 2012.

  • Mark Medley, "Austin Clarke wins Harbourfront Festival Prize", National Post, September 27, 2012.

  • Austin Clarke named recipient of the Harbourfront Festival Prize", Open Book Toronto, September 28, 2012.

  • Tom Clarke passes, Nationnews, Barbados, West Indies, June 26, 2016

    1. "′Membering" page at Dundurn.

    External links

    Poem Times of Fire by Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD



    times of fire

    by Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD
    it is a time of fire
    an age of rising
    like waves on a
    black sea we are
    the pouring over after
    being pressed down
    fire on the water we are
    the lesson of the lynching tree
    the answer to cotton
    the trespassers of language
    undressing the weapons
    hidden in ink
    we are the dreams
    projected from projects
    the residual of slave hollars
    before the rebellions
    we are the pouring over
    after pressing down
    down we have walked
    miles in the rain & not
    drowned we will light
    the sun we come with
    fire we are of fire & water
    we are closer to the dust
    knowing we fall like seeds
    come forth in abundance
    thrive in the slimmest chance
    we come bearing fire
    born in a time where vanity
    rules truth tellers are slain
    poets are labeled mad & fire
    is born tended carried in bellies
    hearts minds souls
    hot like fire baby
    we don't want new dealers
    we want to write a new deal
    renegotiate the treaty papers
    the terms of engagement
    the boundaries of the public
    sphere & all thoughts of
    manifest destiny
    we come with fire
    fire heals & destroys
    we don't want a new dealer
    in this time of callous
    disregard the unwashed
    walk along the river's
    edge wrapped in the echo
    tapped out on iron
    Ogun proceeds
    Shango gathers the rear
    the sound conjures
    an unslave ditty
    with a free style
    cadence breaking
    the air of ignorance
    disrupting sinister off-key songs of
    self-divined too big to fail
    democratic failures playing
    one note  on the backbones
    of the oppressed wrapped in lawless
    law ink weapons protecting
    invisible war criminals
    law stealing lying dirty hands
    operation stealth cloaked in subliminal
    sound bites selling us crazy
    talking heads full of schemes
    no quarter offered
    none asked
    we have come with fire
    to light paper houses
    deconstructing language
    writing the narrative of
    rebellion burning with forward
    motion on our breath
    prayer is better than sleep
    action more divine than prayer
    movement is life we moving
    proof of life
    on fire with no more
    time to dance you a jig
    juggle two realities
    pretend like you make sense
    truth is a sword
    one reality refuse to
    be crazy for you
    might be a good time
    for you to stop pretending
    like you crazy too truth
    is a sword cutting through
    concocted innocence
    perceived fragility
    & delusions of supremacy
    one reality
    not invisible
    carrying fire
    forward motion on
    our breath armed
    with fire & truth
    hot like fire baby

    The Holloway Series in Poetry - Amiri Baraka

    "It's Nation Time" Amiri Baraka

    Brexit, Texit, Blaexit! or The Republic of New Afrika




    From Brexit to Texit? Renewed calls for Texas secession after EU vote




    The state flag of Texas.
    FORT WORTH, Texas -- Britain's startling vote to leave the European Union has reignited talks of secession in Texas, CBS Dallas-Fort Worth reported.

    Daniel Miller, head of the Texas Nationalist Movement, sent a tweet to Gov. Greg About Friday morning calling on him to schedule a statewide referendum on "Texas independence."
    The hashtag #Texit was trending locally, according to CBS DFW. People at the Fort Worth Stockyards had mixed reactions to the idea.
    "It's worth a shot. I'd be happy," resident Tab Pigg told the station, saying the East and West Coasts "run everything."

    "No one knows we're even here," Pigg continued. "Best thing we could do is let them have it. They want to make a wreck out of their part of the world, let 'em wreck it."
    "I feel like that's almost a little arrogant," said Clavin Wiese, a tourist from Boston visiting Fort Worth. "What are you, too good to be part of the rest of us, the United States? I don't know."
    Texas was an independent country from 1836 to 1845 and breaking away from the U.S. has been an age-old debate there.

    In December, the Texas Republican Party rejected a proposed, non-binding ballot initiative that would have let voters consider secession during the March 1 primary.
    The measure would have read: "If the federal government continues to disregard the Constitution" and Texas sovereignty, the state "should reassert the prior status as an independent nation."
    State GOP leaders also abandoned a plank in the party's platform last month that would have supported a secession referendum.

    Miller told Reuters his group has a quarter of a million supporters and will try again for a statewide vote in 2018.
    "Texit is in the air," he said.

    Former Texas Gov. Rick Perry is among those who have vaguely flirted with the idea of secession in the past, although a spokeswoman said in 2012 that while Perry "shares the frustrations many Americans have with our federal government," for the former GOP presidential candidate "believes in the greatness of our Union and nothing should be done to change it."

    Saturday, June 25, 2016

    How to Love a Thinking Woman, a poem by Marvin X, from Land of My Daughters, Black Bird Press




    How to Love a Thinking Woman
    by
    Marvin X


    Make love to her mind
    Treasure that she has a mind
    Precious and whole, holy
    Up from slavery
    from negrocities
    Of every kind
    Low life, rot gut, rat level
    let her know
    Lick her all over

    thrill her with original thoughts/actions
    Be revolutionary, radical, bodacious
    Stay beyond the common
    Have some class about yaself
    With the classic lady
    Wearing a mind of her own
    So you too
    Be unusual
    Say unusual things
    Beyond I love you baby
    Pussy and dick kindergarten games
    With bling bling on your minus brain brain
    Say I love you too
    But show it
    talk is cheap
    Better to show her your love
    Or she will think about you and wonder

    Say things
    She's never heard before
    Ihdhina sirata al mustaqim (guide us on the straight path)
    Make her laugh til she comes in panties
    With serious jokes to get her mind off the world
    Never let her figure you out
    Be always a mystery
    When she figures you out you're through
    Don't be that dumb

    A thinking woman is not a man
    Need not be lesbian or bisexual
    but if she is lost and turned out
    twisted, mannish, computer down
    make her party with you and her girls

    If she's really a thinking woman
    She wants a man of superior thinking
    Not a dummy
    Unread, illiterate, ignut nigguh
    Who wants her cause she fine
    But don't have a clue bout her mind
    And never will in a thousand years
    So he gets her drawers
    And babies come
    But he never grows like the babies
    And wants her to shut up
    Don't think at all
    Don't figure him out
    Mr. Mystery who ain't no mystery
    A very well known type
    Easily cast for a B movie
    Yet trying to ride first class
    Without a ticket
    Without a thought of his own
    Holding on for dear life
    With the thinking woman
    Who tells him nightly of world events
    He cares nothing about
    Or even black art on the wall
    He tears down before you call 911
    After he punched a hole in the wall
    Because he disagreed with your
    Independent thought not from the Masjed
    Since he's so sunni beyond sunni
    Won't be a Shia to save his punk ass life
    fundamental islam might  make him the revolutionary man he vows never to be
    since he might have to think beyond traditional myth and ritual.
    Unless he goes to school somewhere
    Besides the ignut barber shop and ignut prison
    Although prison is no sin
    Unless he makes it his home
    And comes out with AIDS
    Swearing he ain't gay.
    The cellie who sucked his dick was a woman
    He swears.

    Listen to another thinking woman
    Your other girlfriend maybe
    Who might have a similar thought
    And probably will
    About the world
    Don't be shocked she has the same thoughts
    Your  main woman has
    Same spiritual ideas
    Actually, they go to the same new thought church,
    So yes, they think the same,
    amazed
    Surprised at this double trouble
    Or is it double truth
    Ain't but one thought, really
    You simple minded rappin ass nigguh
    Rhyming like you in kindergarten
    Real poetry don't rhyme,
    I thought you knew

    One Mind, One Truth, One Thought
    let her know you love her
    As she ponders the universe
    Don't disturb her quiet moments
    In her study
    her prayer and meditation
    Searching new thought from old truths.
    If you know everything she knows
    Shut the fuck up and pretend
    Learn how to act with the thinking woman

    Walk her walk, talk her talk
    If you know better, act like she's the genius
    She ain't always wrong
    And most of the time she right

    If you touch her right
    Even in her thinking mode
    She will scream into the night
    And be amazed at the reality of love
    How in the hell did you figure out how to
    Rock her world?
    She had it all together til you came or made her come
    As it were
    Now her thoughts are all discomposed, shattered like glass

    And when you want to beat her
    Because her thoughts overlap her lips
    Beat her with your mind
    Or slap her with your penis even
    Across her mouth
    She will be amazed at your ingenuity.

    We are merely free slaves
    One generation away
    My grandfather was a cotton picker
    My mother was a cotton picker
    Even I was a cotton picker
    Up from slavery
    Never forget the pain of ancestors
    Distant and present
    The whip, the rape of men and women
    The bloody abortion of children
    Never forget and always know
    We are in the land of murderers
    And the children of murderers
    Think about it
    and never think
    This is some heaven on earth
    For it is surely hell until
    The hour of freedom
    Until we think in unity
    And rise

    Man and woman
    In unity
    Beyond murder
    Beyond hell
    Beyond ignorance and fear
    Beyond gender hatred
    To the region forbidden to all but the true

    So climb the mountain together
    Man and woman thinking
    Into the ripples of the  pond
    Climb atop the green hills
    Sit by the ancient tree and consider
    All the beauty, all the blessings
    For all the labor and pain

    And in enjoy the wealth
    Of your woman's mind
    Enjoy the pleasure of her womb
    And be true to her and yourself
    And welcome each other into the valley of peace
    Where the lake of love awaits thinkers
    Of every kind
    Let the Lord know you know Him and serve Him
    Let Him bless you and rain love upon you in His name.
    As-Salaam-Alaikum wa rhamatulahi wa barakatuhu.
    Peace be unto you and the mercy of Allah and His blessings.

    In Memoriam, a poem for Donna Jackmon

    Power to the People: Brexit delivers blow to the globalists aim of world domination and wage slavery

    Brexit is a bad omen for world commerce

    Friday , June 24, 2016 - Jim Tankersley
      
    (c) 2016, The Washington Post.

    The economic story of the past quarter-century was the rapid advance of globalization, the unleashing of trade and commerce among countries rich and poor - a McDonald’s in every European capital, “Made in China” labels throughout Toys R Us. The Brexit vote on Thursday ends that story, at least in its current volume. Voters will soon tell us what sort of sequel they’d prefer.

    A slowdown in trade growth has already gripped the globe over the past several years, according to data from the World Trade Organization. Prospects now look bleak for completion of major new trade agreements, including the Trans-Pacific Partnership and a new accord between the United States and the European Union, no matter who wins the U.S. presidential election in November.

    Political factions in other European countries are clamoring to follow Britain out the door of the European Union. Republican presidential candidate Donald Trump is promising to levy the highest set of tariffs in the past century for America against China, Mexico and other key trading partners. His presumptive Democratic opponent, Hillary Clinton, has vowed to renegotiate existing deals such as the North American Free Trade Agreement.

    These developments come at the hands of an anxious working class across the West, whose members feel left in the cold by many developments of the rapid integration of foreign products and people into their lives.

    It is clear from the results of the British vote, and from Trump’s rise in U.S. politics, that there is a large backlash against the results of globalization so far.

    Native-born workers without college degrees are venting their frustrations with immigrants, with factory jobs outsourced abroad and with a growing sense of political helplessness - the idea that their leaders no longer respond to concerns of people like them.

    University-educated voters in Britain overwhelmingly sided with the “remain” campaign in Thursday’s vote; those without college degrees powered the victory for “leave.” The top issue among those voting to go was Britain’s right to act independently. The second-highest was immigration.
    In the United States, throughout the Republican primaries and into the general-election campaign, white voters without college degrees have formed the core of Trump’s support, and polls show they, too, are frustrated with immigration and economic integration (in the form of free trade).
    The forces driving those populist uprisings, both against EU bureaucrats in Brussels and elected officials in Washington, are complex and intertwined. They include long-simmering racial tensions and increased political polarization.

    But across the West, the economist Branko Milanovic argues, the rise of populism corresponds to a decline in the income share held by the broad middle classes of those countries.

    Milanovic has studied global inequality trends extensively and is the creator of a semi-famous chart showing how the rise of global trade boosted incomes for the poorest and very richest workers in the world - everyone, really, except for the working class in the West.

    In a recent blog post, Milanovic writes that in the United States and other rich countries, “populism is rooted in the failure of globalization to deliver palpable benefits to its working class.”

    With the Brexit vote, the populist movement can already claim a victory: It has won a clear reversal from the economic-integration trend of the past decades.

    Now the question is whether the movement will ultimately push the world into a more Western-worker-friendly form of globalization - or a full-fledged retreat to protectionism.
    Either seems possible.

    In the protectionist scenario, countries such as France and Spain could follow Britain out of the European Union. Trump could win and impose his 45 percent tariffs on trading partners, and China, Mexico and others could retaliate with WTO complaints and tariffs of their own. Economists worry about those possibilities. Some have warned that they could trigger a global recession. (If Brexit has not begun to, already.)

    In the “reformed globalization” scenario, if you will, political leaders could re-engineer the terms of trade to better cushion workers against shocks and better ensure the gains from trade are broadly spread among workers in rich countries, and do not just flow to the rich.

    This appears to be Clinton’s stated goal, for example. “I recognize we have to make some changes in trade agreements,” she told The Washington Post in an interview this week, “but I also believe we can’t shut our borders to trade.”

    Last month in Washington, the first deputy managing director of the International Monetary Fund, a former Barack Obama economic adviser named David Lipton, gave a speech titled, “Can Globalization Still Deliver?” In it, he called for a “new form of globalization that works for all” - one that clearly shows working-class voters “the opportunities of collaboration and integration.”

    “Too many people in the developed world see only a loss of jobs to lower-wage destinations,” Lipton said.

    “Too many people fear that immigration is compromising their economic well-being. Too few see clearly the payoffs - poverty reduction, the innovation that comes from shared ideas, higher living standards from greater access to trade and higher returns to the wealthy world from investment partnerships with developing countries.”

    But if they want to sell wary workers on the gains from integration - to salvage a new era of globalization, instead of launching a new dawn of economic retrenchment - public officials might need to be more honest with themselves about the trade-offs that come with deepening economic ties.
    Harvard University economist Dani Rodrick dubs those trade-offs the “inescapable trilemma of the world economy.” What that means is that we can have any two of these three things, but never all three: democracy, national sovereignty and global economic integration. In other words, you can’t have people voting their own interests, in a country that always places its own interests above the shared interests of the global community, while also stitching everyone’s economies together seamlessly.

    “If we want more globalization,” Rodrick wrote in a 2007 blog post that has only grown in relevance over the past eight years, “we must either give up some democracy or some national sovereignty. Pretending that we can have all three simultaneously leaves us in an unstable no-man’s land.”
    A land of Big Macs, cheap toys and more and more Brexits.
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