Showing posts with label freedom. Show all posts
Showing posts with label freedom. Show all posts

Wednesday, September 11, 2013

FDR’s Four Freedoms and a Pussy Riot in Russia

Fred W. Hill  


During his State of the Union address of January 6, 1941, President Franklin Delano Roosevelt enumerated what he held were “four essential human freedoms”:  freedom of speech, freedom of worship, freedom from want and freedom from fear.  At the time, the United States was not an active participant in any war, but totalitarian regimes dominated much of Europe and Asia and had launched wars of conquest.  The U.S. itself was hardly squeaky clean, stained by religious and racial bigotry, Jim Crow laws that made a mockery of constitutional rights and the terrorist activities of the Ku Klux Klan abetted by state and local governments.   Roosevelt was advocating an ideal, but one he believed a “basis for a kind of world attainable in our own time and generation.” 
History, however, tends to mock our grandest, humanist aspirations.  The worst regimes of 1941 were eventually overcome or eventually gave way to more moderate governments, and even Jim Crow laws were finally eradicated in the wake of media coverage of atrocities committed to put down non-violent protests that became too embarrassing to ignore in the context of the Cold War between the U.S. and the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics to win the hearts and minds of people around the world who tended to be dark-skinned – just like the black Americans they saw being oppressed in the “land of the free”.  That the Cold War itself ended with a few whimpers by disgruntled hard-line Communists rather than a series of catastrophic nuclear bangs was a relief to many of us who came of age during that era.  Russia, the largest shard of the shattered Soviet Union, would now become a constitutional federal republic, with guarantees of free speech and religion.  We won the arms race and now our old rival had become more like us!  Suddenly it didn’t seem too far-fetched to imagine that there would be a tremendous peace dividend – that billions then spent on weapons of mass destruction and the military infrastructure might be redirected towards providing greater public education for more people, and doing more to ensure no one is left in want of nutritious food and adequate shelter, among other lofty goals.   Making FDR’s high hopes a reality seemed possible.  The attacks of September 11, 2001, and the resultant “War on Terror” broke that illusion. 
Anyone paying attention, however, couldn’t have been all that surprised.  The threat of nuclear annihilation may have ebbed, but there was still plenty of violence around the world.  Another cause for fear, however, came from our very success in being fruitful and multiplying our numbers and living in comforts brought by massive consumption of energy at the expense of a healthy environment.  Even as severe drought has ravaged a large chunk of our nation for several years and underground water reservoirs built up over thousands of years are being rapidly depleted due to excess use, most of our elected representatives (and the people who vote for them) continue to deny the reality of global climate change brought about by human activity, as recognized by “an overwhelming consensus of scientists”. 
 Despite rightwing griping about government restrictions meant to protect the environment, we still have plenty of freedom to cause much damage but not enough freedom from fear and ignorance to face up to the long-term consequences of that damage.  Moreover, China’s shift from Maoist Communism, under which the predominant freedoms for the masses were to shut up and starve, to a form of state-run capitalism with little or no regulations to protect the environment or the general well-being of the population, has hardly resulted in a paradise.  A few can now become immensely rich, just like in the U.S., but at the cost of air pollution bad enough to reduce life expectancy in the increasingly over-populated cities; grand scale desertification over 25 percent of the nation; and the intensified slaughter of elephants, rhinos, tigers, and other endangered animals to provide trinkets, quack medicines and supposed aphrodisiacs.We may yet learn to fear the horrors of unrestrained human greed as much as human belligerency.
Meanwhile, freedom from want hasn’t gone away.  Globally, an estimated “25,000 people die every day of hunger or hunger-related causes”, a consequence of severe poverty.  And exercising freedom of speech and religion too extravagantly, such as by going on a mission to North Korea to convince some locals about the wonders of Christ, opining in a college in Pakistan that the prophet Mohammed may actually have been wrong about something; or openly denying the existence of god in Saudi Arabia, may not only land you in legal hot water, but may cost you your head. 
Even in the no longer quite so evil empire of Russia, criticizing the church and the once and future President isn’t a good idea – unless you’re willing to put up with a few years of hard labor for your ideals, as members of the guerilla performance punk feminist band Pussy Riot can attest.  Three members of the group were arrested and charged with hooliganism based on religious hatred after they took part in a performance of a “punk moleben” (supplicatory prayer) on the altar of an Orthodox church in Moscow, urging Mother Mary to become a feminist and get rid of Prime Minister Putin and criticizing the close ties of church and state in Russia, the subservience of the Russian people to the church and the church’s traditionalist views of women.  One member was eventually released but the other two, Maria Alyokhina and Nadezhda Tolokonnikova, were convicted and sentenced to two years in a penal colony for having “crudely undermined the social order” and showing “complete lack of respect”.  Yes, in Russia it is illegal to hurt the feelings of religious believers.  To be fair, as noted by Christopher Stroop of the Religious Dispatches blog, Russian legislators are considering a bill to expand the protect the feelings of atheists as well, which would mean in Russia it will be more than just good manners to avoid discussing religious differences over dinner – it will be the law!
Roosevelt was a much better politician than a prophet.  Certainly, there are now many nations that protect the right of free expression and to worship or not however one likes, as long as doing so doesn’t cause unjustified harm to others and however unlikely it seems now, perhaps eventually freedom of speech and religion will be realities in every nation.  And it’s worth trying to eliminate starvation and abject poverty and prevent war and other forms of violence.  While we exist and think, however, we’ll never be entirely free of want and fear, nor should we be as they can be engines of aspiration although we should not let them overwhelm us to the point of rapacious greed, irrational hatred or incapacitating dread.  And in closing I’ll freely express my hope that a vast majority of humans will one day come together to peacefully resolve our global problems and free themselves from belief in any supernatural being that only leaves them in expectation of salvation from beyond that will never come.

Fred W. Hill is a member of www.Firstcoastfreethoughtsociety.org and this article was first published in their September newsletter.



Monday, August 12, 2013

Daughter of My People

By Sandy Hartman            



Who are you?  asks Creation
What is your fate among your people?
What is the mark of all your kind?

To this eternal question I answer
I am the daughter of a willful people
Of a nation that struggles always
To find its better side
It dreams that all its citizens are equal
All must be free      
Worthy of its knowledge
Worthy of opportunity  
Protected by its laws
Deserving
Under laws equal to all
  
On this, I have considered well
In my world I stand my ground
I am free to come and go
Free to learn and judge with wisdom
I draw my circle close                       
The choices made are mine
I turn chin high to claim my truth
I walk my way in pride

I am a World Child
Daughter of this rare and wondrous age
A time that comes to some
But not to everyone       no, not to everyone
The good and the right
The wrong and the strife from every ancestor
Sing to me and make me bold
The dark strength of Earth 
Courses my veins and builds my bones
I breathe the dreams of sunshine and sky
The dust and the rain and winds that blow
Divinity echoes within my Soul

Yet in my heart are chains that still abide
I hear the cry of sisters lost in histories gone
Restless ghosts that never will be known
Innocent Souls forgotten, their stories never told
Their dreams enslaved, their freedoms bound
Trapped in fortune’s chance
Necessity and unforgiving circumstance
Dignity denied
Mistreated, abused, injured, raped
Heaped in unjust shame, given no escape
Helpless, hidden, bargained away       
Used for profit, sold
Betrayed, enslaved
Forsaken

Even now too many women smother
In heritage that leaves them mute
Denied the learning of their people
Denied justice
Their freedom shackled
Hopes shattered
Living without honor
Half of All Creation’s children
Robbed of half the sky

I am the daughter of a willful age
A precious breath of freedom  
That shines for me, but not for everyone  
No, not for everyone

What people can be proud 
Of women pressed against their will?
Kept captive by their custom
Forced to struggle all alone
What savage fists dare clinch in pride
Before the face of The Divine
What wayward power’s protection
Will defend the vicious tongues 
Of shameful stiff-necked fools
Who excuse their brutish acts as Heaven’s Holy Rule
Who choose to shrug their shoulders in indifference
As they say  
“We simply follow custom.  This is what we do”

What woman’s words will speak for them
Who come before Creation in the certainty of Judgment
If they dare defend their ruthless slights
And self-promoting righteous might
As they did in life
When they stood against their fellow Souls
And chose to judge them less than worthy
Fools who dared to set the knots and twist the ties
That ensnared those precious lives
Lives beloved of Creation
Other Souls
Who were half of Divinity’s infinite design.

Copyright   5/13 
Sandy Hartman


This poem along with a full set of photos and several slide shows and my audio appear on Sandy Hartman’s site, www.eonwriter.com

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Wednesday, July 4, 2012

Hair on the Walls

          Hair on the Walls
Jesus, where were you yesterday?
Where were you during the Holocaust?
I’m playing your character at Christmas.
You know, your birthday?
The day where everybody wants rather than needs
Are you Spanish?  I’m so confused.
Because I know a few Jesus’s from Mexico.
Hair on the walls….
An instantaneous discharge,
Purple cloth on the cross,
Blood in my eyes….Represents freedom
Jesus, did you forget to set the alarm?
Are you a deist?
Why does everybody believe King James?
Is it because you’re a monarch to?
I’ve been to church before.
And everybody accepts this version as fact.
Yet they despise Charles Darwin for being an individual.
It’s hypocritical.  They’re both theories.  So chill out!
Hair on the walls….
Represents frustration, an instantaneous discharge,
Purple cloth on the cross,
Blood in my eyes….Represents freedom
Jesus, I cried on my mom’s shoulder the other day.
It was nice, were you there?
Are you a pantheist?  I believe in prayer!
Jesus, what about Buddha, Mohammad, and Tom Cruise?
According to King James, they’ll all rot in hell!
That’s not fair!  I do care!
I swear to God I do care!
Hair on the walls….
An instantaneous discharge makes room for new friends.
If I ever had any old ones?
Purple cloth on the cross,
Blood in my eyes….Represents freedom
Jesus, it’s your time.
You know, magic, twirlified candy-canes, and one red nose.                                     
You know, overflowing stockings, beautiful colors outlined in white, good will, and peace?
Bullies are a bitch.
I wish real was real.
Business transactions are a bitch.
Hair on the walls….
An instantaneous discharge,
Purple cloth on the cross,
Blood in my eyes….Represents freedom
Jesus, my pictures lie.
Some people say that I’m like you.
And that’s true, to an extent.
Reflective glass reflects distorted images.
A broken heart creates a beautiful effigy.
Brain-dead, but my friends are here.
I looked inside you, and you, me.
Black and white, two polar opposites, it’s a shame.
Hair on the walls….
An instantaneous discharge,
Purple cloth on the cross,
Blood in my eyes….Represents freedom
Jesus, a poets mind, becomes kind with time.
T.D., C.B., and E.H., fuck their world, fuck a rhyme.
I wish there were more Hagrids’ in the world.
You know, real people with a warm soul?
I’m so pissed sometimes.  I mean, every now and then.
But mostly all the time.
In the shower, I see infant fossils.
I see hair on the walls….
An instantaneous discharge,
Purple cloth on the cross,
The blood in my eyes….Represents freedom
Robert Alexander Deason
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Monday, April 16, 2012

Living Life Like Water

  
I've always thought water was wonderful, but my granddaughter wrote an essay about water that gave me yet another perspective.  Water shows us how to live life - if we are clever enough.  Water embraces contradictions.  Think of a lovely babbling brook as it gurgles its way along.  It gently flows, sometimes gathering speed and racing along on its long voyage out to the sea.  Except for the heavy hand of humans that intentionally or unintentionally cause it to dry up completely, it is water's nature to just keep going on -- whether above or underground, determined to reach its destination.  It is patient and makes whatever adjustments are necessary to get where it wants to go.


Water is not only persistent, but also very creative.  Just look at the Grand Canyon for proof of the artistic power of water.  Water can also change its state from eons-old ice to steam rising from hot springs.  It is soothing to thirst, but maniacally destructive of everything in its way in the form of a tsunami or a flood.  Whatever you can say about water is also true in the opposite.


Why are we attracted to watching salty waves crashing upon rocks or sandy beaches?   We return time and again to be in their majestic presence.  Water's gymnastic antics entertain us for endless hours without us even getting wet.  Many CDs for meditation include the sounds of water that either soothe the soul or lull us to sleep.  Almost always, fancy hotels have a fountain out front to greet guests.  The highest level of water entertainment in front of the Bellagio Hotel in Las Vegas thrills spectators with  how graceful and rhythmic dancing  spurts of water can be.


While laying by a creek near my home and listening to its music, I thought of all the things water can be.  And then I remembered that our human bodies are mostly water and that we are a part of nature.  As my ears listened, my imagination wondered what the burbling creek could be saying.  And then I wanted to join the water.  I wanted to have the grace and gentleness of water, the persistence and determination of water, the strength of ice, the freedom of steam, the rhythm of a dancing fountain, and the power of waves in the sea.  I wanted to feel the fish tickling me and be able to flow in and around beautiful coral reefs.  I wanted to dance with mammoth whales and play with sea lions.


I mentally slipped into the creek and joined the water.  My human form was no longer imprisoned by arms, legs, a head.  Instead, I undulated over and around rocks -- and traveled onward.
Suellen Zima
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