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Dec. 15th, 2011 @ 04:27 pm Is It Over?
In all the hubbub of December I almost missed this:

U.S. Marks Exit with Flag Ceremony

According to this, at any rate, we are out. The bases are closed, the flags are down, and they were apparently not able to do a leave-behind:

"US officials were unable to reach an agreement with the Iraqis on legal issues and troop immunity that would have allowed a small training and counter-terrorism force to remain. US defence officials said they expected there would be no movement on that issue until some time next year."

Can it be true?

I guess one of the reasons it's hard to say the war is over is that there have been so many other announcements like this. The war was supposed to be over after Baghdad fell. There was the whole "Mission Accomplished" thing, about which I still can't think without wanting to puke. There was the official name change from Operation Iraqi Freedom to Operation New Dawn. But I guess when the soldiers do actually come home, you can say the war is over, right?

You can say it; but I guess in some ways it is never possible for a war to really be over. The consequences extend for decades into the future. Maybe that's why I don't feel the elation I was hoping to feel when this day arrived. The war will be carried on by other means, and the evil that it did will continue to fester.

Or maybe it's just because it took SO DAMN LONG.

Well, I can at least provide closure in my imaginary world, and say that this will be my last War Journal post. I had intended to post here every day from the start of the war till its bitter end; but the war outlasted my commitment to doing that. I think back on all the things that have happened to me since 2003 and I can't really believe that for a time in my life where so much has changed--the writing of Redemption, the arrival of PJ, the discovery of my cancer, my hysterectomy, discovering theater again, 35 pounds lost, 30 pounds gained back, all kinds of other things--that fucking war has just kept going.

Everyone who's still over there is coming home. That's what matters the most to the people who have paid the most for this war. I'm really glad that's happening. But I have to say, I read the quotes from the speeches about how we're leaving behind a stable democratic Iraq and it just makes you want to hurl. We're leaving behind a very different Iraq--that's for damn sure. How democratic it's ever been since 2003, and how stable it will ever become--well, we don't know the answer to the first question, and we don't control the outcome of the second. But I guess it's good that we've finally agreed to stop trying--at least to stop trying to control it with soldiers on the ground.

Someday this will all just be history. For me it will always be more than that. I don't look forward to explaining this to PJ when she asks me about it. It was a stupid, unnecessary, unconscionably destructive war which lowered the value of human life and human rights across the globe. Nothing Obama or anyone else says this week is going to change that.

I'm not taking the journal down because I want to preserve it as an archive and I don't know exactly how I will do that yet. I would sort of like to make a book out of it somehow but it would be a book with almost no audience. Maybe I will produce one just for myself, to throw into the archive that PJ will have to sift through someday. To me, at least, it's a valuable record of what changed about me and about the world as we went through this horrible thing. I often go back and find things in here that I had totally forgotten about. You think you will remember everything; but you can't. I saw a story recently about a journalist who had discovered, in a dumpster somewhere, 400 pages of documentation dating from the US military's investigation into the massacre at Haditha. It scares me how used we all got to hearing abotu things like that, and how little we are evidently learning from any of it.

Goodbye, War Journal. Goodbye also to any War Journaleers who may still check in with this from time to time. It meant a lot to me to have you reading along. You can still follow me on LJ at [info]idairsauthor, where I am still pretty active.

And goodbye, Iraq war. You should never have begun, and it can only be good that you're done. But I don't have a whole lot of optimism about what's coming next.

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Oct. 21st, 2011 @ 02:35 pm Home By Christmas
Been a long time since I posted here. But I had to mention this.

Apparently, Obama has announced his intention to withdraw all US troops from Iraq by the end of this year. I will celebrate when it has happened.

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Jun. 3rd, 2011 @ 12:21 pm For Original Series Star Trek people
In case anyone cares, I am blogging my ST:TOS rewatch over at [info]idairsauthor. I'm up to "The Naked Time."


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May. 1st, 2011 @ 11:33 pm Habemus Corpus
When we heard about the announcement we were sure that it wasn't going to be good news. My partner's first speculation was that maybe poor Joe Biden had had a heart attack. I'm glad it was leaked early, because if I'd had to sit and watch the NBC News crew blather and speculate for an hour the stress might have made my head explode.

So. We have Osama Bin Laden's body.

It is kind of hard to believe; it's also kind of hard to feel. The jubilation with which the news has been greeted is not something resounding in our household, where we are more worried about what to do if PJ winds up hearing about this. She's only 3, and we haven't told her yet about 9/11. But mainly what impresses me as I sit here trying to write about this is: This is not really the news that I have been waiting for, these past 10 years.

What I have been waiting for is the news that the war is over. By "the war" I mean the war in Afghanistan, the war in Iraq, the war on terror, the war, the war, the war that George W. Bush announced in his first address to Congress after 9/11, the war that has become so much a part of American life that we have forgotten what it was like before.

It is possible that now that we have our corpse and our trophy and our bragging rights and all the rest of it, it will be politically easier to end the war in Afghanistan. About that, I would be glad. About this...well, after all that's been destroyed in the past ten years in the name of getting Bin Laden, just about anything would be an anticlimax.

Obviously it's good for our side that it was Obama who made that announcement and not George W. Bush or, God help us all, President Trump. I would feel more joy about that if I felt better about "our side" these days. Nevertheless, I will say that it's quite possible that the reason this happened on Obama's watch and not Bush's is that Obama actually thought getting Bin Laden was important, whereas for Bush's team and their priorities it was really better if Bin Laden was at large, because that gave them the excuse they needed to get their war on.

The NBC talking heads seem very convinced that Bin Laden's death marks the end of an era, even as they reassure us that the war on terror will continue. I hope it does mean the end of an era--an era that I have to say, I could barely stand living through. I hope that symbolically this will make some things possible that were not considered possible up to now. I hope that maybe we will actually see the war end now.

I have not much more to say about it, really. I hope that good will come of this. We'll see what happens.

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Dec. 20th, 2010 @ 02:26 pm A Few Words about the Repeal of Don't Ask, Don't Tell
And these words are:

AT LAST.

OK, that was only two words. Here are some more:

This is the end--AT LAST!--of a process launched in 1993 within months after Clinton took office. Even back then I could not believe anyone could stand up and say with a straight face the crap that Sam Nunn and all the other ban-fans were spewing about why letting gay men serve openly in the military would lead to the Apocalypse. All the arguments against lifting the ban were patently ridiculous *in 1993.* Unit cohesion my...well anyway.

Instead of lifting the ban, which is what Clinton had promised us during the campaign, we wound up with the first of many Clinton compromises: Don't Ask, Don't Tell. Seventeen fucking years later, everyone's finally figured out that this particular 'compromise' was only making things worse. Well, hooray for them finally figuring that out. Here is another thing the party powerful could maybe work on figuring out: why it is that those of us who watched this particular bit of Clinton magic back in 1993 start to break out in hives when we hear the words "bipartisan compromise."

It is great to see something positive come out of this Congress's final days. It will be great to see Obama sign it. AT LAST.

Congratulations to everyone who lobbied for this and to all those whose lives will be better because of it. AT @#$! LAST.

yee ha,

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Sep. 1st, 2010 @ 01:47 pm The End of Combat Operations
So, Obama announced the end of the Iraq war last night.

Somehow I don't feel like the war is over.

Maybe it's because we're obviously still at war in Afghanistan. Maybe it's because we're still going to have troops in Iraq. Maybe it's because Obama clearly is committed to maintaining a strategic presence in the region and this would seem to indicate that we'll be back there one fine day fighting another war there. But somehow, I don't feel too much like celebrating.

Ah well. Maybe later.

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Jun. 4th, 2010 @ 10:33 pm The Well of Powerlessness
More than ten years ago, I pulled into a Chevron station to fill up. A guy who worked there spotted my "Boycott Shell" bumpersticker and asked me about it.

I gave him the shortest explanation I could craft. It's a complicated story. The catalyzing incident for the boycott of Shell was the execution by the Nigerian government of writer Ken Saro-Wiwa. He, along with eight others, was hanged by the Nigerian government in 1995. The charges against them were widely considered to be trumped-up, the real motivation for their execution being their involvement in environmental activism in the Niger Delta, where Royal Dutch Shell was drilling for oil. Saro-Wiwa was part of a group called MOSOP, or Movement for the Survival of the Ogoni People. The Ogoni were the people who had the misfortune to be living in the area where Shell began extracting oil in 1958. They are a minority group within Nigeria, and being underrepresented in a federal government which was corrup to the core anyway, the Ogoni were left to fend for themselves while Shell's drilling operations destroyed their environment. They got none of the oil money, which was all going either to Shell or to the big shots in the government that allowed them to operate. Instead, fish died, water was contaminated, acid rain fell, oil flooded their fields and killed their crops, and their entire way of life, based as it was on farming and fishing, became impossible.

This naturally provoked some resistance from the local community. With financial support from Shell, the Rivers State Internal Security Task Force took on the job of suppressing it. MOSOP emerged in 1995 in response to this. Shortly afterward, Saro-Wiwa and eight other leaders of MOSOP were convicted of murder in a highly questionable trial by a special military tribunal and then executed. This brought enough international attention to the issue of environmental destruction in the Niger Delta to make a boycott feasible.

Despite all that, the Shell boycott remained one of those causes that only the the most politically engaged Americans even knew about. Nobody knew who the Ogoni were. Nigeria was far away. (It had not even yet become famous for its wire transfer spam scams.) Ken Saro-Wiwa was not even as much of a household name as Chinua Achebe and most Americans had never heard of Achebe either. And most of all, the horrific exploitation of an African landscape for the profit of a European corporation was an old, old, old story. It was one of those things that just kept happening to the third world. The combination of corrupt post-independence governments, Cold War politicking, and international capitalism typically worked out very, very badly for the people who happened to be living on top of one of the world's most profitable natural resources. It stood to reason that if a major multinational corporation wanted oil, and a third world government was willing and eager to be paid for delivering it, that the people whose lives and environment were laid waste by the drilling process were just going to be screwed.

So, I summarized this for the Chevron attendant, and went and fueled up my car, and later that day sent an email to [info]uneparisienne, explaining how I was fighting the good fight one fill-up at a time. She wrote back and said, "I hate to break it to you...but Chevron drills in the Niger Delta too."

Well, fuck.

So, I stopped using Chevron and continued avoiding Shell. Still doing it. And now it's 2010. And off our own coast, British Petroleum has created an environmental catastrophe that may well make what happened to the Niger Delta pale in comparison. And while everyone in the media is scrambling to figure out whether/how to blame Obama for this, and making idiotic comparisons to Katrina (both are bad things that have happened to the Gulf Coast in recent years...beyond that, they have nothing in common), and BP keeps coming up with more and more desperate ideas about how to manage a disaster that is clearly beyond their control, I'm basically thinking one thing: We're all gonna die.

When I can get past thinking that thing, the #2 thing that occurs to me is: What's happening now is the kind of thing that an oil company *used* to be able to get away with only when it was operating in an impoverished country in an undeveloped region with no international clout and a government too corrupt and dysfunctional to protect the interests of its own people. You look at Shell vs. The Ogoni People, and you think well, that sucks, but no wonder the Ogoni lose. Who's going to stick up for them? This has been going on since 1958 and basically the only people fighting for the indigenous peoples of the Niger Delta are themselves. And they're still doing it--every once in a while you read about the occupation by local activists of an oil well, and so on.

You might expect different results when a multinational corporation goes up against the US. But it does still appear, so far, that in the US vs. British Petroleum, the US loses. Forget this whole first/second/third world thing. It's the oil companies' world now. We're just soaking in it.

I do occasionally think back to the Bush years and recall how much the Bush government always reminded me of a corrupt third world regime. It's clear enough to me that the conditions that led to this disaster were created long before Obama took office, and that allowing oil companies to operate without let or hindrance was totally a Bush administration thing. But we always knew that while Obama's election would fix a lot of problems, there were others it wouldn't solve. Our government's impotence in the face of gigantic oil companies with gobs of cash to pay lobbyists with would appear to be one of them.

I really, at this point, don't want to know who to blame--apart from British Petroleum, Transocean, and Halliburton, which would seem to be where to start. I'd like to know how the fucking thing can be stopped. I'd like to know THAT the fucking thing can be stopped. In my nightmares I worry that it can't, and that we have unleashed some chthonic thing that will resist our feeble attempts to shove it back in the bottle, and will continue poisoning the oceans until they all turn black.

I'd also like to know what we can do--independent of our still very slow-moving, money-loving, and ineffective government--to punish BP for this. Because assuming that we don't all die, I would like to see BP made an example of. So they've offered to pay for the cleanup. How very big of them. Rich as they are, they do not have enough money to restore what they've destroyed.

The Shell example suggests that boycotting doesn't necessarily get the job done. What finally got to Shell, apparently, was a lawsuit charging them with complicity in Saro-Wiwa's death and other human rights abuses filed under the Alien Claims Tort Act. They settled that one for $15.5 million--still denying they'd had anything to do with it. If BP ever is made to feel any of our pain, it'll probably be through massive class action lawsuits--if the cap on damages is ever done away with.

And the Chevron gas station story reminds me that there is no such thing as a clean tank of gas. You cannot fill up without contributing to environmental devastation *somewhere.* Nobody has yet come up with a safe, gentle, or pretty way of getting that stuff out of the ground; and when you burn it, you're contributing to global warming anyway.

And then I'm kind of back to, "Well, fuck." Followed by, "We're all gonna die."

I hope that I'll be wrong about that last part, as I have so often been wrong before. (I mean, we are all gonna die...but let's hope another generation succeeds us.) Meanwhile, I've been thinking for a while about the fact that a significant chunk of my monthly paycheck goes on gas, and that just about all of that dough has been going to BP--because they own nearly all the gas stations in my neighborhood and apparently have a monopoly on gas stations along the highway I spend most of my time driving. And I've decided, to hell with political effectiveness. I'm going to boycott BP purely because I am just too pissed off to give those assholes my money. Why let the completely putrid be the enemy of the merely inadequate?

@#$!,

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May. 5th, 2010 @ 12:07 pm Made in America
You know, it's funny...one little failed terror attack in NYC and all of a sudden I start listening to the news again.

Right after it happened, when [info]lizaetal and I were discussing this, we went over the list of items contained in the bomb and a profile emerged. Let's see, propane tanks...propane is the fuel of choice for the Midwestern barbecue and easily available in supermarkets and gas stations. M-88 fireworks...God, how many times have I driven past those gigantic firework outlet barns along the interstate? Rifle case...see plenty of those around here on pickup trucks...fertilizer also a common item round these parts...and whoever drove the thign doesn't seem to have realized he wouldn't be able to find a legal parking space on Saturday night in Times Square...OMG! It's not Al-Qaeda at all! It's a white American right-wing asshole from the suburban midwest!

Which only goes to show you that either the FBI's got the wrong guy, or profiling is total bullshit. At the moment, I think #2 is more likely to be true.

Actually, if Shahzad is the right guy, then we weren't that far wrong. We were wrong about the "white" part. And the midwest. Depending on whose definition you use and what his ideology turns out to be, he may or may not count as right-wing. As for American, suburban, and asshole: check, check, and check.

Shahzad is in fact an American citizen. This is worth reiterating, since coverage so far lays heavy stress on his Pakistani origins. He's been living in the U.S. since 1998 and been a naturalized citizen since 2009. As far as I can tell from the news reports, he was always here legally. So, to anyone out there trying to justify Arizona's "papers please" bullshit based on national security: Please note that the fact that a guy has his papers in order doesn't mean that one of these days he's not gonna try to blow people up.

In fact, according to one story I read, the fact that Shahzad had become a citizen in 2009 meant that the government had a recent picture on file, which is one of the things that led to his capture. So if what you're really worried about is terrorists flying under the radar, it woudl seem that the best thing you could do about that would be to open up a path to citizenship for undocumented people so they can go get themselves documented and go under surveillance just like everyone else.

Except I guess if you did that, there would all of a sudden be a lot of new fully enfranchised Latinos in Arizona who might, you know, start voting. And that's what this is really about, isn't it?

Anyway.

Shahzad had recently lost his job and his house. He had reached a point at which, if he were a white guy with a strong sense of entitlement and a fair amount of emotional and mental volatility, he might start thinking about picking up an automatic weapon and taking out a McDonald's. Instead, he drove a car bomb into Times Square. It's likely enough that this happened as a result of his trip back to Pakistan, and that he did spend time at a training camp as he is said to have admitted. But in his case at least, financial ruin and despair seem to have been a precondition for all of that. Is this going to turn out to be, in some sense, an attempt to reclaim what Shahzad considered a lost masculinity? Is the difference between the car bomb and the shooting spree simply a difference in the shapes assumed by the phantasmatic masculinities these acts of violence are attempting to claim?

(Please to note that in my mind an act of violence committed in an attempt to live out some pathological conception of masculinity does not become any less a terrorist act. It simply becomes a different and, from my point of view, equally dangerous form of terrorism. But I digress.)

We'll never really know. We never do know very much for sure about why people do things like this. More and more, though, pure ideology seems to me an insufficient explanation for this kind of act. There's all kinds of people in the US--legally--who come from places that are "breeding grounds for terrorism" and who live and die without ever doing anything like this. As for the comments about George W. Bush and his policies attributed to Shahzad in this article, well, I gotta say, I've said worse. If a generalized hatred of Bush and the Iraq war is all this guy had going on, ideologically speaking, then it's not enough to explain what just happened.

Ah well. We're lucky nobody got hurt. And that's another thing that fascinates me--that the bomb was so bad. How good can this "terrorist training" that he got in Pakistan have been? Or was the incompetence of the plan an expression of some unacknowledged ambivalence about what he thought he was ready to do?

No answers. None yet, probably none ever--not, at least, to the questions that I wonder about most.

C ya,

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Apr. 15th, 2010 @ 04:16 pm Happy Tax Day
This morning, my wife was taking the fat envelopes I'm mailing off to the federal and state revenue services today, and my daughter PJ saw them. She said, "Is that a present for me?"

I said, "No, sweetie, it's a present for the government."

We started trying to explain, in a way a 2 and 3/4 year old can understand, what taxes are. "You see, the government does a lot of things for us, and so once a year we give money to the government so they can pay for all these things. Like the streets. You know the streets we cross and walk along? And the stoplights and the flashing red hand and the walking man that you love so much? (PJ loves traffic signals. She wants them on her next birthday cake.) The government takes care of those. And..."

As we searched for another illustration, I recalled that the toll road looming largest in my life was actually now being owned and operated by a private company to which it had been given a very long-term lease, and that the tolls had increased quite a bit since then.

"And the schools that...a lot of kids go to," said my wife.

PJ isn't school-age yet, but the day looms when we will have to decide whether she will enter the public school system or whether, like most of the middle-class parents we know, we will put her into a private elementary school. Before Obama put Arnie Duncan in charge of education in this country, he ran the Chicago Public Schools, and the results he got were, shall I say, mixed. Duncan was 'successful in engineering a situation in which a great deal of attention and money is directed to a few desirable schools while the rest are left to their own devices.

I've often thought that actually fixing the public education system would be the best stimulus package you could ever hope to create. There are thousands of urban households paying tens of thousands of dollars a year to put their kids in private school for the sole reason that they refuse to trust their kids in the public system. Some of that's racism; some of it's wanting your kid to have a good experience with school. Make the public school system one that works *for everybody*--both the kids who are 'stuck' with it and the kids whose parents could afford to go private--and in addition to ameliorating a lot of social problems, you would put millions of dollars back into other sectors of the economy.

But nobody seems to believe, in the political world, that public school can work *for everybody.* The best Duncan seems to believe anyone can do is to make a few schools work for a few people. And indeed, making the public system work *for everybody* would require radical change--the kind of change I have to say I don't hope to see in my own lifetime.

To break this depressing train of thought, I said, "So...what else does the government do for us?"

My wife said, "Well, the police...the firefighters...and the parks! They take care of the parks!"

Now we were finally talking PJ's language. We don't have a backyard. But our neighborhood does have many parks, and they are well-maintained, and PJ loves them. She meets all kinds of other kids there and we meet their parents and the result is that for the first time in our adult lives we actually feel like we are part of the place where we live. The park is where PJ learns how to do things like share, take turns, not throw sand, and so on. It's public space doing what it's supposed to do--not only giving kids who don't have their own real estate a safe place to play, but creating a community. In many of the parks PJ goes to, there are toys that have been donated or left behind for communal use--so that the park is one of the few places where you can say about an object, "That belongs to everybody."

My wife went off to work with my presents for the government. I did not tell PJ that much of that 'present' is going to pay for a war in Afghanistan and an occupation in Iraq that I had never wanted, had protested against, and had thought I was voting to end when I voted for Obama. I might have got round to telling her that the government was now going to pay for health care for more people, but by the time I was saying, "You see, PJ, in a country like ours, the way it works is..." she was off to the playroom.

The way it works is, every year you send the government money, and the government spends it on things which are supposed to benefit everyone. Sometimes it's spent well, sometimes it's spent badly. Typically there is a lot of money spent on certain things that politicians really care about and not enough money spent on things that the rest of us care about. But we give the government our money because if we didn't, there wouldn't be anything in this country that was public--from the post office to the parks. We're already losing public space and public infrastructure to privatisation--ask anyone in Chicago about what's happened to our municipal parking meters--and when that happens we lose money too, we just don't send it all off in an envelope. It gets nickeled and dimed out of us bit by bit and goes off to corporate profitland where we never see it again.

The way it works is, you pay taxes because it's the right thing to do. Because sharing is what makes civilization possible and life bearable. Because despite your personal failings and selfishness you do want everyone to have some basic things that human beings shouldn't have to be without and you are willing to pay for that even if you are not willing to mount the barricades and work for it yourself. And of course because you'll be arrested if you don't--I mean, unless you are a politician, or a large corporation with clever accountants and a big bucket of 'tax incentives.'

One reason I don't post a lot here now is that nothing is as clear-cut for me as it used to be. I'm glad for the opportunity to stop hating my government the way I hated it when it was in thrall to the vicious and greedy thugs of the Bush regime. But the war is still there. All the problems I hated before, they're mostly still there. I'm still paying for them.

Some things are getting better. It's pretty much always going to be a mixed back from now on. But I guess that beats a big ol' bag of unadulterated evil.

So, it's a beautiful day here, and off we went to the park. PJ loves the swings. They make her feel like she's flying. Tax day is a good day, all in all, out here in Plaidderland, as I continue learning to take the bad with the good.

Happy tax day,

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Apr. 8th, 2010 @ 08:34 pm Coming Out is Coming Home
WWWomen, the site that has hosted "The Fine Art of Being Come Out To: A Straight Person's Guide to Gay Etiquette" since its emergence in 1996, is going to be taken down shortly. I am kind of sad about that, but it seems inevitable; it's been inactive for years and when that happens, at some point, whoever's paying the bills eventually decides it's too much dough to blow on an archive.

I'll be reposting the Guide at the Adder's Lair as soon as I can get it all together--which may not be that soon. But anyway, it's finally going to be up on my personal site with all the rest of my blather.

Years back when I had an agent trying to sell it I updated the guide; but I think that when I repost it I will just use the original text. Not only is the guide as written dated, I think the whole concept is dated. Being gay in 2010 is very different from being gay in 1996--unless you're in, for instance, Missouri. Most well-intentioned straight people are far better informed about GBLT people and GBLT culture than they were 15 years ago, and nost have now had opportunities to 'practice' acceptance on figures from popular culture before having to apply the principles of gay etiquette to persons in their real lives. The badly-intentioned people, meanwhile, are just as unlikely to hear the voice of reason as they ever have been. So even if I updated it, it'd still be a period piece. That being the case, I may as well leave its value as a historical document unsullied by anachronistic revision.

Still, those who knew and loved it in its early years will probably still be glad it's out there...somewhere...for that hypothetical clueless straight person who might desperately need it.

C ya,

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