9 May 2015

To Be Russian

Andre Vltchek

Trust between the West and Russia is broken. It has been for quite some time, but now it is broken irreversibly. A good thing, because what kind of trust there could be between fascist imperialism and the forces that are fighting for the freedom of mankind?
It is really easy to trick the Russian people. It takes very little to gain their trust; sometimes only a kind smile, a handful of loving words, a few sincerely sounding pledges and promises. Russians can be easily ‘bought’ with kindness. They are very trusting, vulnerable people.
When approached with tenderness and sympathy, they soon open their hearts, they share their last piece of bread with the hungry, offer their shirts to those who are cold.
Come to a Russian with a pledge of eternal love, devotion even friendship, and chances are that all doors will be opened to you, and defenses let down.
Maybe he or she would one day utter: “Please, never, never betray me.” But no guarantees would be asked for, no written agreements produced, no contracts signed.
Because of this trust and openness, millions, tens of millions of Russians died!
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Russians gave everything to the world; they fought for humanity. They opened their hearts and their doors. They fed those who were in dire need, often starving.
At the end they were betrayed, again and again…. And again!
In a spineless world based on individualism, profits, and servility, it is easy, all too easy to betray someone who is kind, someone who gives. Tyrants are rarely betrayed, because loyalty towards them is based on fear, self-preservation, or mercantile self-interest. In the corrupt, cowardly world constructed by the West and by its religions, loyalty is upheld only through terror.
Despite horrible betrayals and the savagery directed at the Russian people throughout the history, they never really “learned the lesson”, never perfected Western-style cynicism, and never mastered the art of sacrificing others for their self-interests.
All accords with Russia were broken, whenever it suited invaders. The Scandinavians wiped out countless Russian lives, and so did the Germans, French, Poles, Brits, North Americans and Czechs, to name just a few. Russians never really ‘punished’ anybody, in the Protestant, Anglo-Saxon way. Punishment is mainly puritan rubbish; the Russian way of thinking is too quixotic for that.
The West lied to Lenin, to Stalin, to Khrushchev and finally to Gorbachev. The West has been lying to Putin and about Putin.
Betrayed, Russia would go through unimaginable agony, through fire and devastation, through despair. It would bury millions of its sons and daughters. Perhaps no other nation on earth has gone through a terror of such magnitude.
Then, suddenly, it would rise from its knees, slowly and frighteningly, showing all its might, its size, determination and strength. Injured and deceived, but proud and enormously beautiful in its sacred rage, it would lift up its heavy sword, straighten its back, dry its tears, and walk directly towards the enemy.
Russia always fights open battles, fights them honestly. Oceans of blood are spilled, mostly those of the Russian people.
Unlike the West, Russia does not use carpet-bombing, drones or nuclear weapons to kill millions of civilians, in order to secure the Victory. It is always men against men. It is tens of thousands of tanks as during the Kursk Battle, or millions of soldiers at Stalingrad.
Nobody could or can defeat Russia, because its wrath, as its love, is great and pure. Russia never really lost. Its injured heart was full of love and poetry even as its mailed fists were smashing the despots, usurpers and mass murderers. It is also because almost all wars that Russia ever fought were just wars – wars for the survival of its people, but also for the survival of the entire humanity.
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70 years since the great Victory! 70 years since Soviet people saved the world by smashing Nazism. 70 years since they, almost immediately, joined yet another fight, against Western imperialism and colonialism.
20 or perhaps 27 million Soviet people, mainly Russians, lost their lives defending our planet against Hitler’s hordes. Then hundreds of millions of others dedicated their lives to building a much better, and egalitarian world.
Without Soviet Union, without the Russian people, there would be no freedom, no independence for Asian, African and the Middle Eastern countries. There would be no revolutions possible in Latin America.
This is why the West hated Soviet Union, and that is why it hates Russian people. It lost its colonies, it lost its propaganda war, and it lost its monopoly on defining everything under the sun.
Only bigots could repeat the most toxic of Western propaganda lies of comparing Nazi Germany with Stalinist Soviet Union. But I will write much more on the topic in the near future. Nazism can be only compared to European and North American imperialism, to colonialism. They are both made from the same stuff, and the Soviet Union smashed, defeated, both! Russia is now holding the old Soviet banner.
The Western chauvinists and xenophobes are now fighting for control over the planet, even for their own survival. Unless they divide Russia, China and Latin America, they are finished. They know it! Unless they smear all that is pure and optimistic about the nations resisting their monstrous regime, their days are numbered.
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On May 9 1945, the entire world changed. Humanity began moving forward, again. Slowly, unevenly, often making terrible blunders, and detours, but forward nevertheless! Colonial shackles began breaking. People on all continents were dreaming again, about true freedom, equality and the brotherhood of men. That beautiful red flag flying from the roof of the Reichstag in Berlin made these dreams possible.
The Soviet people proved that human dignity and freedom are worth any sacrifice. The Victory Ode was written with their blood, in the most generous way, so it could inspire and shape generations to come!
But the greed and nihilism of the West refused to die. Its obsession with controlling and plundering the world reached an unimaginable peak. All the forces of the Empire were mobilized. Light and hope were confronted by darkness and cynicism. Beautiful and pure dreams were antagonized by corruption. In an orgy of dirty tricks and deceives, the Soviet Union was destroyed.
In one single historical moment, the oppressed of the world lost their most powerful guardian.
What followed was complete horror. The Empire began destabilizing one country after another: in Africa, Asia, in the Middle East and even in the former Eastern block. Millions of people died, exposed, unprotected, totally abandoned.
The Fascist hordes thought that this time they had won. In Moscow, Yeltsin, an alcoholic and lackey of the West, began shooting his own people on the street, and bombing his own Parliament. That was “democracy” the newspapers in Paris, London and New York wrote almost immediately. This was what the West dreamed about: a weak destabilized Russia, on its knees, at mercy of the Empire.
I travelled to Moscow and Siberia. I saw Russian scientists in Novosibirsk selling their libraries in the bitter cold, at metro stations. I saw old war veterans begging, selling their medals. I saw Russian workers starving, their salaries unpaid for months.
Then something happened. Russia refused to stay on its knees. It rapidly detected the lies coming from abroad; it recognized the trap. The Russian people understood that what horrible invasions never achieved, the deceptions and dirty games of the fascist Empire managed to attain in just a few short, dreadful years.
Russia had to raise or die, as always in the history. It rose. Indignant and determined! And as always in the past, when it stood up confronting the evil, it was doing it for its own people, but also for the entire humanity!
Russia regrouped, during the last decade, under the Russian flag. It is not perfect and not as ‘socialist’ as many of us would like it to be, but there is a great Soviet inertia in Russia’s foreign policy, as there is a great pride and determination to improve the world, to protect the weak.
70 years since the Great Victory! This year, Russia is not only celebrating great anniversary. It is rejoicing over its rebirth.
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I am Russian. I was born in Russia, and my mother is half Russian and half Chinese. But even my Chinese part comes from Kazakhstan, from a former Soviet republic. My grandfather, Hussein, was a top ‘commissar’, equivalent to a cabinet minister, an ethnic Chinese, a linguist, a man who died many decades before I was born.
I grew up in Czechoslovakia. My father, a scientist, comes from Europe. Since early age I lived in New York, but then I hit the road, and never stopped until now. I am an internationalist. But deep inside, I am Russian.
I don’t know whether I qualify to be a Russia. As a kid, I used to have Soviet passport. My happiest moments in life were when I was a child and my mother took me, every summer, to Prague airport, where I was taken to a plane departing for Leningrad. My grandmother was waiting at the other end.
My grandmother, Elena, was not just some ordinary babushka. She was a fighter, a woman who struggled against Nazis, who defended her beloved city, her Leningrad. She dug trenches, confronted German tanks, and was decorated twice. Yet she was the kindest woman I ever met in my life. She thought me how to love poetry and literature. She told me hundreds of stories, some beautiful, some frightening. Thanks to her, I became a writer, a Russian writer, although I write my fiction exclusively in English and most of my latest films were made in Spanish.
Almost my entire Russian family died there, in Leningrad, during the Siege, decades before I was born.
Every year, during two summer months, my grandmother spoilt me silly. Or I thought she did. Now I understand that for her, it was like a cultural combat, an attempt to inject into me all that was great about Russia.
She saved for ten months, and then when I came to visit her, she took me to the opera houses and the theatres, to the museums and the parks surrounding Leningrad. She cooked delicious food for me. She also took me, at least once a year, to Piskarevskoe Cemetery, where the enormous statue of the Motherland spreads her arms in grief. “Nobody is forgotten and nothing is forgotten”, the golden letters are carved into the granite. 1.5 million died during the Siege of Leningrad, and many are buried there, in countless rows of mass graves.
I grew up. I became a writer and a filmmaker; I circled the globe. But wherever I went, these simple words followed me, were engraved into my psyche. My grandmother was always with me, too, and so were the city, the sacrifice, and the Victory!
I don’t know whether it objectively makes me a Russian. But I feel and act as one.
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To be Russian… By now, ‘Russian’ is not only a nationality; it is a verb. It means: to stand against oppression, against Western imperialism, to be building bridges between the countries that are resisting Western imperialist terror.
And there are many “new Russians” now. Not those from Yeltsin era, not the capitalist buffoon characters! No, the “New Russians” I am talking about are both patriots and internationalists. And some of them have often not a single drop of Russian blood. But they are proudly defending the world, and they are joining forces with Russia, China and Latin America in their determined struggle for better planet.
I know several great new Russians. Some are my comrades, like renowned Canadian international lawyer, poet, novelist and thinker, Christopher Black. Like Peter Koenig, Swiss economist, who left the World Bank in total disgust, then turned around and openly attacked the establishment. Or like my ‘compa’, Patrice Greanville, a New Yorker/ Chilean/ Argentinean chief editor of legendary “The Greanville Post”.
These people are working relentlessly, smashing the lies that the Empire is spreading throughout the world: lies about Russia, lies about the Soviet Union, about the Second World War, and about Western imperialism.
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For centuries, Russia was stabbed and deceived by outsiders. It was fooled, tricked, ravished.
Many countries that Russia liberated betrayed her in the most vulgar manner. Czechs and Poles desecrated monuments to its soldiers – to those boys who sacrificed their lives for Prague and Warsaw at the end of the Second World War. Eastern Europe opened its doors to NATO and the European Union. Out of pragmatic selfishness, people abandoned beautiful ideals, including Internationalism, and instead joined the oppressors of mankind – the Empire.
The more these countries prostitute themselves, the more bellicosely they are willing to shout Western propaganda slogans, directly insulting and provoking first the Soviet Union, and lately Russia. The pitiful and avaricious lackeys and collaborators with Western imperialism have been, continuously and desperately, searching for at least some moral justification for their betrayal. They have twisted history and invented facts. They unleashed aggression against those who have been defending the usurped and plundered parts of the world.
Recently, the West triggered the conflict in Ukraine, where it helped to overthrow legitimate government in Kiev. Then, immediately, it began fueling hysterical anti-Russian sentiments. But the more obvious the situation became, the louder were the voices of the anti-Russian pact, in both Western and Eastern Europe.
Ukraine, Syria, and Libya – all these conflicts prove that no logic applies anymore. The West wants to destroy the countries that stand in its way to total global control, and it will try to reach its goals, by any and all means. The propaganda apparatus is always ready to justify any terrorist act committed by North America and Europe. No international legal mechanisms are available to protect the victims.
Only great force can prevent the tragedy. Russia is that force. China is another. That is why the Empire is terrified by the rise of those two great nations.
Yes, this time, after all those centuries of pain and suffering, Russia is not alone. It is standing tall, and it can finally count on its friends. Some of the greatest minds on earth are joining forces with it. Forget about Eastern Europe! The mightiest country on our planet – China – repeats again and again: “China and Russia are each other’s most important strategic partners”. It is clear that they will not allow this planed to go down in flames!
The entirety of revolutionary Latin America is with Russia and so are dozens of other independent and proud nations worldwide.
In the Middle East and Africa, in South America and many parts of Asia, Russia is increasingly seen as an enormous moral force. Russia is synonymous with hope. Not for those in North America and Europe, but for those who were, for centuries, suffering under their boot.
Whenever I speak publicly, in Eritrea or South Africa, India, China, even Timor-Leste, people want to hear about Russia. What will Russia do next to prevent attacks against Syria or Iran, against Venezuela?
I always say: “Russia is alive and well! And so are its friends, from China to Venezuela and Cuba!”
I never lose hope. I repeat: I sincerely believe that soon we will defeat colonialism and fascism, and build one beautiful society on this scarred but wonderful planet. And it will be created on the ideals we are now commemorating and celebrating.
“The 70th Anniversary of great Victory! Thank you for saving the world! Congratulations, Russia!”
And then I roll up my sleeves and work, day and night – for Leningrad, for what my grandmother stood for, and for Russia and for the humanity.
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My Revolutionary Grandmother and Grandfather.

Profiting from Gaza Children’s Agony

Vacy Vlazna

The shocking decision  by the government-owned New Zealand Super Fund (NZSF)  to NOT divest from Israel Chemicals Ltd (ICL), manufacturer of white phosphorus, blatantly violates the NZSF Responsibilities:
“ethical investment including policies, standards and procedures for avoiding prejudice to New Zealand’s reputation as a responsible member of the world community”
and Standards for Human Rights:
1. Support and respect human rights 2. No complicity in abuses…set out in the NZSF cautionary but brushed off Responsible Investment Framework.
Moreover, NZSF CEO, Adrian Orr, pragmatically amnesic of Israel’s infinite violations of international law and UN resolutions, assured members that:
In 2013, Israel said it would find alternatives to white phosphorus, following condemnation of its use on civilians during the 2008-09 Gaza conflict.
“We have no evidence that Israel Chemicals’ product – or any white phosphorus – has been used against civilians in the recent Gaza conflict,” Mr Orr said. “Our analysis suggests Israel Chemicals operates within national and international laws, and conventions NZ has signed.” (LOL)
NZSF analysis, if done at all, is fraudulent. NZSF certainly acknowledges that Israel Chemicals is a supplier of white phosphorus to the US Defense Force.
Yet, easily found on Google, are contract awards from the US Army Contracting Command to ICL Performance Products for White Phosphorus, Destination- Pine Bluff Arsenal, Pine Bluff, AR to be “used for the Ctg 155mm M110A2”.
As for Orr’s profit-induced ‘no evidence’:
The M110 / M110A1 White Phosphorus (WP) projectiles are available for 105mm and 155mm howitzers. Used for screening, spotting and signaling purposes, they have an additional incendiary effect on a target and processes casualty producing effects.
The contemptible NZSF’s 16-8-14 decision to continue assisting in the US manufacture of M110A2 was reviewed and reached during Israel’s monstrous war, Operation Protective Edge, against the terrified trapped Gazan population. It shows the NZ fund to be an highly irresponsible member of the world community and a collaborator in Israel’s war crimes.
Synchronistically, on the very same 16-8-14, little Hamza Mus’ab Almandani, 3 ,of Khan Younis, Gaza was in Nasser hospital in excruciating pain suffering from burns, like fire, from artillery shells made in Pine Bluff, USA  that were fired on 25-7-14, discharging white incendiary rain on Gaza in hundreds of phosphorous-impregnated felt wedges as Hamza and his family slept.
It is important that NZSF contributors are aware that White Phosphorous burns at 1500 degrees Fahrenheit or 816 degrees Celsius through skin, muscle and bone and is only contained by blocking off oxygen, but the extreme pain and the horrific tissue damage endures.
In terror, Hamza’s father, Mus’ab, also injured along with his other children Bara and Nada, 5, ran through the tumultuous night carrying Hamza who spent agonising months in hospital. This once happy lively toddler, is now mute from trauma and pain. . . thanks, in part, to NZSF and its members.
NZSF should, at the very least, be paying for this child to have burns treatment in Italy. or Aotearoa New Zealand  for that matter.
Contrary to Adrian Orr’s assurance to the New Zealand public, Hamza’s suffering was DELIBERATELY inflicted in 2014 in blatant defiance of the 2009 Human Rights Watch,  Amnesty and witness Reports and the significant UN Goldstone Report on Israel’s war crimes that condemned its illegal use.
Israel inhumanely defied “Protocol III of the 1980 Convention on Conventional Weapons, which prohibits use of the substance as an incendiary weapon against civilian populations and in air attacks against military forces in civilian areas.”
Significantly, Israel’s illegal blockade on Gaza prevents escape by land, sea and air. The alarming Israeli documentary, The Lab, by Yotam Feldman exposes the 1.6 million mothers, fathers, children, are locked in an Israeli laboratory cage that battle-tests weaponry on Gaza. Billions of international dollars from western defense departments and investors, like NZSF, fuel the demand and sanction Israeli atrocities.
NZSF executives, Chair Gavin Walker, Deputy Chair Catherine Savage and Chief Executive Adrian Orr, on $800,000 plus salaries, sit in their safe and sleek offices making criminally negligent decisions to pour NZ workers’ monies into supporting Israeli companies that are integral to the illegal  colonisation and brutal  military oppression of Palestine’s indigenous people that has spanned 68 long long years. . . thus NZSF cannot plead ignorance particularly if one also considers New Zealand’s own shameful history of violence against the Maori peoples.
Nor are NZSF beneficiaries morally squeaky clean . Since August last year there have been numerous calls in the media  for NZSF divestment from ICL and protests by a few decent people at the NZSF offices… but no mass demands from the members for divestment.
Other Israeli companies in the NZSF portfolio that also have grounds for divestment are Strauss Group Ltd which has close connections to the Israeli military, particularly the notoriously vicious Golani and Givati brigades that participated in war crimes in Gaza in 2008/9, 2011 and 2014.
And TEVA Pharmaceuticals has a plant in Har Hotzvim beyond the Green Like making it a settlement  factory.
To understand the incestuous links between the majority of Israeli companies steeped in Palestinian blood and tears we can look at TEVA’s CEO.
TEVA’s Erez Vigodman was CEO of the Strauss Group for 8 years, then CEO of Makhteshim Agan which had signed a production agreement with U.S. chemical giant Monsanto to develop an herbicide for weeds that had developed resistance to glyphosate, its popular herbicide marketed as Roundup. Israeli companies have a knack for death and destruction.
NZSF must also check if the Israeli oil companies in its portfolio are involved in the theft of Palestinian oil and gas resources and all Israel Banks have labyrithine investments in Israel’s arms and security industries.
NZSF ‘has a passive $900,000 investment in Israel Chemicals Ltd which ethically must be immediately divested along with the majority of its Israel investments.
The NZSF governance its contributors and beneficiaries should, in the manner of all decent people, be absolutely outraged that their monies and blood profits are complicitous in the deaths and inhumane suffering of Palestinian children like little Hamza and divest immediately.

The Inquisition Redux

Robert Hunziker

Throughout history few people gain the recognition to become part of humanity’s everyday lexicon, especially if they commit heresy. Indeed, Galileo, whose name rhymes with grade school learning, suffered ridicule at the hands of the world’s highest authorities in the 17th century. But, nowadays Galileo is a hero.
Arguably, Dr. James Hansen is today’s Galileo. The Inquisition still stands tall.
As of January 2015, Dr. Hansen, the world’s foremost climate scientist, says: “We can anticipate that global warming will continue on decadal time scales, because earth is out of energy balance – more energy coming in than going out—as a result of increased atmospheric greenhouse gases, especially carbon dioxide,” James Hansen, et al, Global Temperature in 2014 and 2015, January 16, 2015.
As Hansen discovered while in graduate school, Venus experienced a similar atmospheric complexity like Earth but many, many millennia ago. As a result, today Venus is 860 °F with very thick CO2 atmosphere.
In many respects Dr. Hansen is today’s carbon copy of Galileo. Similar to today, four-hundred years ago science was viciously attacked: “We pronounce, judge, and declare, that you, the said Galileo… have rendered yourself vehemently suspected by this Holy Office of heresy, that is, of having believed and held the doctrine (which is false and contrary to the Holy and Divine Scriptures) that the sun is the center of the world, and that it does not move from east to west, and that the earth does move, and is not the center of the world,” Galileo is Convicted of Heresy, This Day in History: April 12, 1633, History.com.
In 1633, Chief Inquisitor Father Vincenzo Maculano da Firenzola, who was appointed by Pope Urban VIII, convicted Galileo of heresy and sentenced to house arrest until he died blind at the age of 78.
Zooming ahead 400 years with television replacing scrolls and on March 17, 2006, Dr. James Hansen, America’s most renowned scientist, is interviewed on television’s 60 Minutes by Scott Pelley, who inquires about government censorship of science.
Hansen: “In my more than three decades in the government I’ve never witnessed such restrictions on the ability of scientists to communicate with the public, says Hansen. Restrictions like an e-mail Hansen’s institute received from NASA in 2004. ‘There is a new review process,’ the e-mail read. ‘The White House (is) now reviewing all climate related press releases.”
Heavens to Betsy, not only does the Bush/Cheney administration violate the Cradle of Civilization in the Fertile Crescent with bold-faced lies, leading America into a one-sided slaughter of innocent Iraqis, thereby, making Attila the Hun look like a lightweight, the fearsome twosome also took on all of civilization by reverting back to the tried-and-true methodology of Inquisition, censoring scientists, thereby blocking from public view a thorough, scientific understanding of the threat of global warming.
Four hundred years later, the Inquisition continues, as strong as ever.
Essentially, Bush/Cheney became surrogate “Chief Inquisitors for Pope Urban VIII ” by shutting down the world’s foremost climate scientist Dr. James Hansen, as the nation spins backwards.
Contemplating Bush/Cheney’s schtick, i.e., their awful, monstrous, unseemly raison d’être for pretty much everything they did lends a smidgen of credibility to the perpetual 911 conspiracy crowd “inside job” theories, but who knows for sure?
21st Century Galileo [Hansen] Warns Humanity
Dr. James E. Hansen, head of NASA Goddard Institute for Space Studies in New York City from 1981 to 2013, is likely the top climate scientist in the world, having studied under the tutelage of the notable Dr. James Van Allen at the
University of Iowa, where Dr. Hansen was trained in physics and astronomy, achieving highest distinction honors.
Early on, his depth of research/analyses/papers about Venus, the hottest planet in the solar system, tipped him off that, similar to the Venus wipeout, global warming threatens Earth. Interestingly enough, it’s believed that billions of years ago its atmosphere was similar to Earth with surface water.
Subsequently, runaway global warming turned Venus into a furnace at 860 °F, even hotter than Mercury, which is actually closer to the sun. Today, Venus’s atmosphere is 96% carbon dioxide (CO2). It was Dr. Hansen who directed NASA’s first space probe to Venus, the Pioneer Venus Project.
Meantime, back here on Earth, carbon dioxide in the atmosphere is +43% to 400 ppm since the industrial revolution, increasingly becoming civilization’s bête noire.
In 1988 Dr. Hansen famously warned “detection of the greenhouse effect” before a Senate hearing astutely followed by worldwide news networks. The New York Times June 24th, 1988 headline read: “Global Warming Has Begun, Expert Tells Senate.”
Ever since that Senate hearing, “Dr. James Hansen” has become synonymous with “global warming.”
21st Century Galileo [Hansen] Speaks Out
According to Dr. Hansen’s opening statement in a TEDTalk, Long Beach, California, February 2012: “What do I know that would cause me, a reticent Midwestern scientist, to get myself arrested in front of the White House, protesting, and what would you do, if you knew what I know?”
In 1981 he co-published an article concluding “That earth would likely warm in the 1980s, and warming would exceed the noise level of random weather by the end of the century. We also said that the 21st century would see shifting climate zones, creation of drought-prone regions in North America and Asia, erosion of ice sheets, rising sea levels and opening of the fabled Northwest Passage. All of these impacts have since happened or are well underway” (Hansen).
In 2004 Dr. Hansen gave a talk at the University of Iowa, criticizing the Bush/Cheney administration for supressing science and again in 2005 at the meeting of the American Geophysical Union.
“In a speech before an audience at the University of Iowa, James E. Hansen, director of the NASA Goddard Institute for Space Studies, says the Bush administration is suppressing evidence of global warming. He says that officials routinely dismiss such evidence on grounds that it is not of sufficient interest to the public. However, studies that suggest less alarming interpretations of climate data are treated more favorably, he says. According to Hansen, officials have also edited reports to downplay the potential effects of global warming. Hansen thinks the administration is trying to keep the public uninformed about the issue,” ASSOCIATED PRESS, 10/26/2006.
Those talks led to calls from the White House to NASA headquarters with instructions to restrict Dr. Hansen’s future speeches, who became persona nongrata by forewarning the country of the dangers of fossil fuel usage, like Galileo, telling the truth. History will show that Dr. Hansen is the 21st century’s Galileo. But, back then, Bush/Cheney silenced him, almost.
“I was told that I could not give any talks or speak to the media without prior explicit approval by NASA headquarters. After I informed the NYT about these restrictions, NASA was forced to end the censorship, but there were consequences. I’d been using the first line of the NASA mission statement: ‘To Understand and Protect the Home Planet’ to justify my talks. Soon the first line of the mission statement was deleted. Never to appear again.”
Facts About Energy Imbalance
“Adding CO2 to the atmosphere is like throwing another blanket on the bed. It reduces earth’s heat radiation to space so there is a temporary energy imbalance… the key quantity is earth’s energy imbalance, more is coming in than going out, if so, then more warming is in the pipeline. It will occur without adding any more greenhouse gases,” James Hansen, TEDTalk, February 29, 2012.
In short, once CO2 gets into the atmosphere, it stays, and without adding CO2, temperatures still increase. This is the curse of global warming. Today’s CO2 is tomorrow’s heat, into the distant future. Once triggered, it self-perpetuates. Venus is proof.
Thus, greenhouse gases (GHGs) are like a prodigious immovable object, like a medieval moat, surrounding the planet, preventing solar radiation from bouncing back out into outer space.
Helplessly, Earth’s atmosphere is extraordinarily sensitive to small amounts of fine-tuning caused by relatively small levels of GHGs. Consider this: Dr. Kerry Emanuel, department of Earth Atmospheric & Planetary Science, MIT explains the atmosphere as follows: Earth’s atmosphere is 99% oxygen (O2), nitrogen (N2), and Argon (AR). This 99% is entirely transparent to solar radiation, meaning 99% of the atmosphere does not impact global warming in the slightest because it is transparent to the radiation. (Source: Professor Kerry Emanuel, What we Know About Climate Change, TEDTalk, 2008).
Withal, it’s the trace gases less than 1% of the atmosphere that determines whether we have a habitable, temperate planet. These GHGs like carbon dioxide (CO2) determine whether temperatures on Earth are Below Zero or above 60 °F. Thus, only a tiny sliver of greenhouse gases keeps people alive. But, beware; Venus is a prime example of greenhouse gases gone berserk.
Consider this: Think what happens in the typical home when the thermostat is turned up by 43% from 70 °F to 100 °F, which is the same identical rate of increase of CO2 into our atmosphere from 280 ppm to 400 ppm or +43%, since the industrial revolution. The house gets really, really hot à la Venus.
We can measure earth’s energy imbalance precisely by measuring heat content in earth’s reservoirs. For example, the Upper Ocean is gaining heat at a rapid rate. And, the land to depths of tens of meters is also warming much more so than ever before.
Earth’s total energy imbalance is about 0.06 of a watt per square meter. When added up over the whole world, the total number is absolutely enormous. It is twenty times greater than all of the energy used by humanity (Hansen).
This is truly a major, significant, frightening energy imbalance, similar in amount to thousands of hydrogen bombs exploding every day, something Venus likely experienced, but here on Earth, humans are expediting, speeding up, accelerating the process, whereas on Venus, it naturally took millions upon millions upon millions of years.
The only way to restore the massive energy imbalance is to take CO2 levels in the atmosphere back down to 350 ppm from 400 ppm. Dreadfully, CO2 emission levels are pointing straight up, not down, as emissions from fossil fuels continue to power capitalism’s industry… to the gallows.
“We are on track to do much more than double CO2, maybe 1,000 ppm by 2100” (Emanuel).
Meanwhile, climate change deniers, many of them Republicans, argue that the sun is the main cause of climate change, but the planet’s energy imbalance already occurred during the deepest solar minimum in the record, when the Sun’s energy reaching earth is its least in recorded history. This dissolves the Republican argument against human-caused global warming.
Consider this: It’s a blessing the sun has been at a minimal. Imagine the consequences if it were at its maximum!
Even with the current weak Solar Cycle 24, which started in 2008: “Yet, there is more energy coming in than going out. This shows that the affect of the sun’s variations on climate change is overwhelmed by increasing greenhouse gases, mainly from burning fossil fuel” (Hansen).
Dr. Hansen’s TEDTalk includes a projection for rising sea levels: “What sea level rise can we look forward to? The last time CO2 was 392 ppm, today’s value, sea level was higher by at least 15 meters, 50 feet…. Most estimates are that this century we’ll get at least one meter, or 3.3 feet. I think it will be even more if we continue burning fossil fuels, perhaps 5 meters, or 18 feet.”
Furthermore, unless we stop and reverse CO2, the 21st century will trigger tipping points, a process of out of control self-reinforcing global warming, the end times. Hello Venus.
Fossil Fuel CO2 Guarantees Tipping Points
According to Dr. Hansen, “Instead of placing a rising fee on carbon emissions to make fossil fuels pay their true costs to society, our governments are forcing the public to subsidize fossil fuels by $400 to $500 billion per year worldwide…. This path, if continued, guarantees we will pass tipping points… Imagine a giant asteroid on a direct collision course with Earth. That is what we face now.”
Tipping points like an ice-free Arctic triggering massive release of methane (CH4) with concomitant runaway global warming (Venus) or a sudden frenzy of cascading Antarctic ice shelves, like the Larsen B Ice Shelf (2002) 1,250 square miles of ice, splintering, cascading into the ocean within only a few weeks.
All of which assures that the “Bush/Cheney nexus” wins a loser’s game.
As of today, in line with the “Bush/Cheney nexus,” as in monkey see, monkey do, some states within the United States are calling-out any state employee who even goes so far as to speak the words “climate change.”
Inexplicably, this childish policy makes the Inquisition look good.

Why Germany Should Pay Reparations to Greece

Cesar Chelala

In 1960, the then Federal Republic of Germany paid Greece 115 million Deutschmarks on account of compensation for Nazi crimes. Greek governments stated that this was only a fraction of what is due on account of loss of life, damaged infrastructure, and the repayment of a forced loan the Nazis extracted on Greece in 1942. Recent statements by leading German politicians seem to indicate that reparations are now a possibility. Both the law and fairness suggest payment is the right thing to do
On February 8, 2015, Greece’s Prime Minister Alexis Tsipras appeared in front of the Greek parliament, officially demanding Germany’s payment. Tsipras spoke about Athens’s “historical obligation” to claim reparation from Germany for the death and destruction resulting from Germany’s occupation of Greece. “Greece has a moral obligation to our people, to history, to all European peoples who fought and gave their blood against Nazism,” he added.
Greece’s claims, allegedly amounting to some $303 billion, have been recognized by the Greek and Italian highest courts, as well as by the International Court of Justice at The Hague. Yet, collecting such debt is obstructed by Germany’s immunity of jurisdiction, a principle of international law impeding under most circumstances for a country to sit in judgment for the misdeeds of another.  But it is the historical and political legitimacy of the claim what counts, beyond the plausible legal arguments that support the claim for reparations.
Greece’s demands stand on two different factual grounds. In 1942, the occupying Nazi regime forced the Greek Central Bank to loan Nazi Germany 476 million Reichsmarks at 0% interest. On October 3, 1943 Nazi soldiers murdered 92 people, including 34 children, in the city of Liguiades. In June 1944, Nazi troops slaughtered 281 men, women and the elderly at Diostomo, a small town near Delphi.
The rule that a State’s violation of international humanitarian law is a compensable wrong constitutes a long-standing principle of customary international law, crystallized in the 1907 Hague Convention (IV) and its Additional Protocol I. This long-standing principle has been put into practice in numerous post-conflict settlements, subsequently codified in the Draft Articles on State Responsibility as an international obligation “to compensate for the damage caused…insofar as such damage is not made good by restitution.” Numerous official statements and a good a number of resolutions by the UN Security Council and the UN General Assembly have confirmed its binding force.
Germany argues that the 1990 Two-Plus-Four Agreement, a treaty concluded between  both Germanies immediately prior to German reunification and  the former Allied countries (United States, Great Britain,France and Russia) had put a formal end to all WWII claims for reparations against united Germany. Greece disagrees, asking for discussions between Greece and unified Germany. Even if Greece’s total claims are not accepted, Germany should not refuse to engage in further discussions, seeking an acceptable settlement. This is also Germany’s historical obligation, which is also morally owed to the millions of Germans still seeking to close this still inconclusive chapter of their past.
As German President Joachim Gauck stated recently, “We are descendants of those who, during WWII, left a path of destruction, in Greece, among other places. Something that, to our shame, we ignored for a long time.”

The Death of a Life That Mattered

Walter Brasch

Michael Blake died last week.
You probably don’t know the name.
You probably don’t know about his life.
You probably don’t know most of what he wrote. That’s probably because he didn’t write diet and exercise books. Or cookbooks. Or “feel good” books. Or books about celebrities. Or books that advanced junk science or conspiracy theories.
Michael Blake fused history and social issues, writing about social justice. Writing books that mattered. Writing screenplays that were never produced and then discarded.
He was born in Fort Bragg, N.C.; his father was in the Army, and later became a telephone executive. But it was his mother, Sally, who dominated his life. It was her last name, “Blake,” that he adopted as his own, pushing aside his father’s name, “Webb.”
Michael Blake studied journalism at the University of New Mexico, dropping out in his senior year; he would later study film at the Berkeley Film Institute.
His semi-autobiographical novel, Airman Mortensen, talked about life in the Air Force. His autobiography, Like a Running Dog, revealed his life in the 1970s, sometimes homeless and hungry, living in cars, living on friends’ and acquaintances’ sofas, hanging out with musicians, writers, actors, and others in the creative arts, working at odd jobs, sometimes selling features and investigative stories to the alternative press, which were publishing stories of importance in the 1960s, stories the mainstream media would never touch. Eventually, he would be hired full-time at the L.A. Free Press, one of the most important alternative newspapers of the era. Even with a steady paycheck, albeit it not a large one, he usually ate only one meal a day, often a sandwich from a Jewish deli near the newspaper’s office.
His screenplay, Stacy’s Knights, written while he was in his late ’30s, starred his friend, a little-known actor, Kevin Costner. It gave both of them temporary financial security.
Blake would continue to write about social issues, many of the stories and books not bringing in significant income. But he wrote and spoke out about issues that mattered—the slaughter of wild horses and burros, the problems that developed from racial conflict, the lack of social justice. He was honored with the Environmental Media award, the Animal Protection Institute’s humanitarian of the year honor, the Eleanor Roosevelt Award for work with minorities and the ministry.
On the day he died, two men shared $300 million by appearing at a Las Vegas casino and tried to beat the life out of each other. Michael Blake, in his lifetime, never earned what the loser earned in that fight. The royalties from all of his writings never even equaled the salary for one year for a major league pitcher or a celebrity with a paid entourage.
With one exception, his writing brought him a modest lifestyle.
That one exception began as a screenplay, but Kevin Costner wanted him to rewrite it as a novel, believing that a book would have moredanceswolvesimpact. About three dozen publishers rejected it, most of them concerned more about marketability and profits than editorial quality and social issues, before Fawcett published it but gave it little promotion. The novel, published only in paperback, sold a few thousand copies.
An so, Blake took the basis of the novel, and rewrote the original screenplay—but studios didn’t want to take a chance on the project. Costner, fresh from a starring roles in Bull Durham and Field of Dreams, along with his friends producer Jim Wilson and Blake, produced the film themselves, staying true to the writer’s intent, something rare in the film industry.
Dances With Wolves, starring Kevin Costner, is the story of race hatred and the attempts to destroy a culture that had existed thousands of years before the pilgrims came to the place that became known as the United States of America. The film earned seven Oscars, including Best Film; one of those Oscars went to Michael Blake for best screen adaptation.
It was only after the film became a mega-hit, eventually earning more than $400 million, more than 20 times the production costs, did the book become popular. That book, now published in two dozen languages and in hardcover, has sold about 3.5 million copies since 1988. It helped give Michael Blake financial stability; it helped assure that he could write what he wanted, now from Tucson where he bought a ranch and devoted much of the last quarter-century of his life to the environment, to protecting animals, to fighting for social justice.
It was in Tucson where he and his wife, Marianne Mortensen, an artist who, like her husband, became an advocate for the preservation of wild horses and burros, settled. It was in Tucson where they raised three children—each with a Native American first name and a middle name in honor of Marianne’s Danish heritage.
In those last decades of his life, his health deteriorated. He had multiple sclerosis. He needed a heart bypass. Cancer spread through his body. Once robust, he was now gaunt. But, he would summon what strength he had left to write and to travel the country, speaking out about issues that mattered. He died as he had lived much of his life—without much money and with a conscience to bring truth and justice to the people and animals whose own voices weren’t heard by those who should have been there to help them.
Michael Blake and I were born in the same year and shared some of the same experiences in the ’60s and ’70s in southern California. He was my friend and an inspiration of what it means to be a writer, to use words and imagery to try to help people better understand their lives and their cultures.
You may know only his one now-famous work. You need to read the rest.

The Brothers Agwu

Charles R. Larson

A river runs through Chigozie Obioma’s haunting debut novel, The Fisherman, the powerful story of an Igbo family, living in a Yoruba area of southern Nigeria, mostly during the troubled years of the country’s military unrest. It’s the story of four brothers (Ikenna, 15; Boja, 14; Obemba, 11; and Ben, the narrator, 9, at the beginning of the story). They have two much younger siblings, and most of the time their father works for the Central Bank of Nigeria a thousand miles away from them, in Yola, in northern Nigeria. He’s a fairly tyrannical father when he’s around, but the major problem is his absence from the family and his high expectations for his son’s careers.
In his absence, the four teenage and preteen siblings get into something that becomes much more than mischief, something that will eventually destroy their family. That’s where the river becomes important in Obioma’s mythic story: “Omi-Ala was a dreadful river: Long forsaken by the inhabitants of Akure town like a mother abandoned by her children. But it was once a pure river that supplied the earliest settlers with fish and clean drinking water. It surrounded Akure and snaked through its length and breadth. Like many such rivers in Africa, Omi-Ala was once believed to be a god; people worshipped it.” All this changed when the Europeans arrived with their religion and the river was transformed into an evil place. It is worth noting that Akure is where Obioma himself grew up, though Google Maps shows no river with that name.
Though the river has long been off bounds for the four brothers, one day when their father is away they get the idea that they should try fishing and—if they are successful—perhaps they can sell the fish for a modest profit. But “the Omi-Ala [has become] a dreadful river,” totally polluted. Worse, the town’s madman, named Abula, haunts its environs, and some weeks after the brothers four have begun fishing, there’s an altercation between them and the madman. Abula singles out Ikenna, the eldest, and spews out a string of predictions, including “Ikena, you will swim in a river of red but never rise from it again…. Ikena, you shall die like a cock dies.”
Abula’s earlier predictions about other people in Akura have largely come true—something that Ikenna fully understands. It isn’t too longfishermanbefore the elder brother begins believing the predictions, as his body wastes away. His mother warns him that he has “chosen to believe the visions of a madman,” i.e., it takes two to make the predictions come true. Ignore them. But it’s already too late. When Ikenna isolates himself from his brothers, they try to talk him out of his fears but with little success. For the first time the harmony of the four Agwu brothers begins to weaken. Though Ben, the narrator, speaks fondly of his older brother—romanticizing him in a highly lyrical passage in the novel—he, also, is not able to talk Ikenna out of his fears.
Then the absolute worst happens and brother turns against brother and tragedy results. All of these events are set to the background of political unrest in Nigeria, with violent schisms fighting one another, which is to say that what happens to the brothers becomes a metaphor for the disastrous late years of Nigeria’s military dictatorships, especially when Sani Abacha raped the country. The fisherman metaphor also pulls on interesting Biblical parallels. But it’s too late. The family unity is destroyed. And the parents are equally subsumed by events involving their four sons.
The Fisherman is an impressive novel, especially Obioma’s storytelling skills but it is badly flawed by one major element: the writing itself, the use of language. Purple prose abounds, as do strange sentences and phrases such as the following: “He subpoenaed tranquil spirits” or “temporal lobotomy.” Numerous others could be sited but this one wins the prize:
“I observed that he [Abulu] carried on his body a variety of odours, the most noticeable of which was a faecal smell that wafted at me like a drone of flies when I drew closer to him. This smell, I thought, might have been a result of his going for long without cleaning his anus after excretion. He reeked of sweat accumulated inside the dense growth of hair around his pubic regions and armpits. He smelt of rotten food, and unhealed wounds and pus, and of bodily fluids and wastes. He was redolent of rusting metals, putrefying matter, old clothes, ditched underwear he sometimes wore. He smelt, too, of leaves, creepers, decaying mangoes by the Omi-Ala, the sand of the riverbank, and even of the water itself. He had the smell of banana trees and guava trees, of the Harmattan dust, of trashed clothes in the large bin behind the tailor’s shop, of leftover meat at the open abattoir in the town, of leftover things devoured by vultures, of used condoms from the La Room motel, of sewage water and filth, of semen from the ejaculations he’d spilled on himself every time he’d masturbated, of vaginal fluids, of dried mucus.”
I doubt if a dog’s nose could pick up so many smells, and that isn’t even the entire paragraph.
Are their no editors around any longer, no one to take a pencil to such passages and cross them out?
Such a pity to undermine such talent.
Chigozie Obioma: The Fishermen
Little, Brown, 297 pp., $26.

Bred to Kill

DAVID YEARSLEY

Though the singing of the American national anthem at sporting events retains vestigial trappings of patriotism, the real point of the exercise is entertainment, the more violent the better. If the anthem is a ritual, it is no longer one of faith in the fatherland but of mortal sacrifice. The thousands in the stadium—and in cases of televised blockbuster events like the Super Bowl, the billions worldwide—watch, listen, and pray that the national hymn will fell the singer like an angry bull goring a grandstanding toreador. Botched or forgotten words, cracked high notes, wandering intonation, suicidal ornamentation: all these draw blood and gleeful jeers. And once this enraged bull of a one-time English drinking song reclad in bombast by a racist Maryland lawyer and amateur poet called Francis Scott Key has the combatant down it stamps and snorts and slashes without mercy. The anthem was bred to kill and kill it does. There is no ear to be cut off the beast and given to the vocalist should he or she survive the ordeal: until a few days ago, the only victory to be had was merely the avoidance of public humiliation.
Thus when movie star Jamie Foxx stepped into the ring last Saturday before the latest “Fight of the Century” pitting Floyd Mayweather against Manny Pacquiao in Las Vegas all were eager for the first slugfest of the night: Foxx versus Key. It proved to be far and away the best of all the bouts.
But first came the undercard of this slugfest of song: a stocky tenor with the everyman name of Julio Lopez and a neck like a Virginia ham faced off against the Mexican national anthem. The scheduling of this matchup spawned puzzlement and wisecracks from the newsrooms of London to the bars of Mexico City. Though he speaks Spanish, the boxer Pacquiao is from the Philippines, where, by the way, the language is in decline. The silver-haired ring announcer described this seemingly random insertion of the Mexican hymn as a prelude to the “upcoming Cinco de Mayo celebrations” then still three days hence. This was a tenuous pretext at best. There were unconfirmed reports that Tecate beer, one of the sponsors of the event, insisted on the singing of the Mexican anthem as a subliminal advertisement for their product. In his 2007 Cinco de Mayo matchup against Oscar de la Hoya in Las Vegas,Mayweather had donned Mexican colors and an outsized sombrero. At least Saturday night’s Mexican anthem brought back fond memories of that outlandish get-up.
All this theorizing about the reasons for the inclusion of the Mexican hymn was quickly forgot once the bout got under way. Lopez has gone toe-to-toe with his country’s anthem many times in Las Vegas, and had moved up at last one weight class for the latest rematch against this always-daunting opponent.
The Mexican anthem was contrived in the 1850s in the aftermath of Mexico’s defeat in the war with the United States after which the American Southwest—including all of Nevada—was deeded over to the Anglos. Only a few will enjoy the irony of such macho posturing about Mexican military swagger hymned in the very region lost more than one-hundred-and-fifty years—never mind that its singing comes in the context of continued political resistance to immigration reform. What better way to kick-off a boxing duel than with a paean to the glories of combat? The English translation of the opening stanza runs:
Mexicans, at the cry of war
Make ready the steel and the bridle
And let the earth shake to the core
At the roar of the cannon
And let the earth shake to the core
At the roar of the cannon.
The Mexican hymn assumes the brawling stance of so many anthems born of the nineteenth-century nationalism that repurposed the melodic contours of the church for the unifying imperatives of the state.
Lopez took the microphone and the pair went at it with vicious zeal. The opening uppercut of an arpeggio—ascending rather than descending like its American counterpart, the Star-Spangled Banner—shook the tentative Lopez. He wobbled in the knees and the vocal cords went slack and he nearly collapsed at the descending chromatic scale on the second line: “Y retiemble en sus centros la Tierra” (and let the earth shake to the core), a musical low blow that conjures not only the tremors of battle but also the shudderings of the seismically volatile country itself. For a long moment it looked as if Lopez wouldn’t even last the full two-minutes.
But then he gathered his wits and voice and fought his way from the corner, landing several combinations as the hymn lurched towards flat-side harmonies. A whirr of Lopez punches ushered in rapturous crescendo up to a glancing high B that shook the anthem but did not bring it down. The Himno can take a punch and had staying power to land a series of body blows in a toe-to-toe exchange that continued past the final bell. All the singer could manage was an exhausted descent to the barely audible reprise of the “roar of the cannon.” The resulting draw left the future of both Lopez and the Himno México in doubt. Most hope that retirement beckons for the fighters, and well-deserved decades of poolside relaxation, Tecate in hand.
Then came the main event. The actor turned vocal pugilist, Foxx looked resplendent in his cream tuxedo, black shirt, and abundant gold necklace. Gleaming in the spotlights’ blue glare, his face was thick with lubricant meant to lessen the blows to be inflicted by the iron-fisted anthem.
But for all his bravura, Foxx looked uncharacteristically nervous. He later claimed that his earpiece had fallen out just prior to entering the ring. Foxx therefore had to try and find his pitch and bearings directly from the florid Hammond B-3 organ accompaniment emanating from distant speakers in the cavernous MGM-Grand arena. The look of panic on his face would seem to confirm that claim. The anthem stunned him at the opening bell and the auditorium hushed in euphoric anticipation of the spectacle of an A-list Hollywood titlist about ready to crash to the canvas in the first moments of the fight. This grandstander had wanted to rock out, but was instead being rocked by non-stop blows from his unflappable and merciless opponent. Foxx would later concede, “That it was a little off.”
He may have been hurt but he did not drop.
Instead, he did what all smart fighters must: he kept his feet moving, dodging knock-out punches with melodic feints and bobs, weaving around the original melody with deft, if dazed, slides and turns. From his distant corner the organ urged its man on like Angelo Dundee spurring on Ali.
Indeed, Foxx’s dismal start revealed itself to be pure musical rope-a-dope, as he stung the anthem with jabs and flurries of ornament. The Banner was sagging under the jubilant assault as Foxx got stronger and stronger. Now it was the Founding Father of American song that was on the ropes, and Foxx toyed with him, keeping him upright for more melismatic combinations and the knockout falsetto right cross on the final “Brave.” With a black church Hallelujah coda, Foxx did a boastful dance above the fallen champion, the strutting menace that had knocked out so many great heavyweights of song.
Francis Scott Key’s worst nightmare was, as he put it, “to associate and amalgamate with the Negro.” Now his greatest work was out for the count as an ecstatic Foxx glared defiantly into the blinding lights, the fans unsure whether to cheer or riot.
Pulling itself up from the mat, with broken nose and bruised ribs the body politic tried to spin the defeat instead as a debacle for Foxx. The movie star’s performance was subjugated to a savage smear campaign. That’s all just so much hype. Promoters are already trying to convince Foxx to climb into the ring with the Mexican Mauler next time out.

8 May 2015

Australian Greens execute abrupt leadership change

Mike Head

On Wednesday, the Australian Greens’ 11 members of federal parliament suddenly replaced their leader of three years, Senator Christine Milne—less than a week before the Abbott Liberal-National government hands down next Tuesday’s federal budget.
The timing of the backroom ballot points, in the first instance, to preparations by the Greens to assist the government to push through major cuts to social spending, including on pensions, in this budget. Key provisions in last year’s budget were blocked in the Senate by Labor, the Greens and cross-bench senators, after the government’s austerity offensive provoked popular outrage.
In what was reportedly a unanimous vote, Senator Richard Di Natale, 44, who has been in the Senate since 2010, was installed as party leader in a snap ballot conducted less than two hours after Milne, 61, announced her resignation.
Di Natale immediately announced his readiness to negotiate with Prime Minister Tony Abbott on the budget and other measures. He declared that he was not an “ideologue,” but entered politics to “get stuff done.” With 10 votes in the Senate, the Greens can ensure the passage of any piece of government legislation they support.
While paying tribute to Milne’s “commitment and patriotism to offer to serve in the parliament,” Abbott welcomed the leadership change. “Maybe the Greens will become the constructive negotiating partners that the public want the parliamentary cross bench to be,” he said yesterday.
Likewise, today’s Australian Financial Review editorial greeted Di Natale’s comments as “a welcome sign that this key party on the Senate crossbenches has discovered a practical streak.” Yesterday’s Sydney Morning Herald editorial stated: “The elevation of Richard Di Natale to replace Christine Milne as Australian Greens leader is a potential plus for federal politics.”
Having become the “third party” of the Australian political establishment over the past two decades, the Greens are making a bid to play a more pivotal role in shoring up the parliamentary framework in the face of rising popular discontent. The new leader emphasised his wider determination to make the parliamentary system work better to produce “outcomes,” because “people are sick of the sort of the nonsense that goes on in this place.”
Di Natale stressed that he and Milne were “different people.” Milne and her long-time predecessor Bob Brown, who founded the Greens in 1992, had a history of environmental protest politics, designed to attract younger voters disaffected with the two main ruling parties, Labor and Liberal.
By contrast, Di Natale, a former doctor, hardly mentioned the environment at his initial media conference. The new leader much more clearly represents the upper-middle class and business layers on which the Greens increasingly rest. He declared that the Greens were “the natural home of progressive, mainstream Australian voters” and “not just on the Labor side.”
Di Natale’s orientation reflects the Greens’ membership, now the wealthiest of all the parliamentary parties, and their developing social constituency. In recent elections, such as the March 28 New South Wales (NSW) state poll, the vote for the Greens was generally highest in affluent electorates.
The Australian reported on April 11 that, based on census data, the Greens won an average of just 4.8 percent of the vote in electorates with the highest proportion of labourers. By contrast, the article noted, that in the “top 10 electorates in NSW ranked by the proportion of households with income of $3,000 a week or more, the Greens’ primary vote averaged 17 percent.” It reached 46.4 percent in inner-city middle-class Newtown and 37.2 percent in Balmain—the two Sydney seats where Green candidates were elected.
These better-off layers are entrenched in the upper echelons of the public service, the multi-billion dollar “green” business sector and the various government-funded institutions that promote identity politics agendas, such as feminism and multiculturalism. Di Natale, the son of Italian immigrants, focused on these issues in his media conference.
There has been a concentrated turn to this milieu by the Greens since the drubbing they received at the last federal election in 2013. After serving for six years as de facto coalition partners in the Labor governments of Kevin Rudd and Julia Gillard, the Greens’ overall vote dropped by about a third. In the Senate, it dropped by 4.4 percent, to 8.6 percent—the party’s worst result in almost a decade.
Under Labor, the Greens lined up fully behind Canberra’s commitment to the Obama administration’s military and strategic “pivot” to Asia to encircle and confront China. They also backed the US-led military interventions into Libya and Syria, and have since called for a more aggressive confrontation with Russia.
In a bid to head off the emergence of public opposition to the new war in Iraq and Syria, Milne last year called for a parliamentary debate on Australian’s involvement. She did not oppose the war itself, but canvassed concerns about its likely success and the need for Australian troops to be retained in the Asia-Pacific region.
Significantly, Di Natale made no mention of the Middle East war, or rising US militarism, at his media conference—itself an indication of the Greens’ continued alignment behind Washington and its allies.
In an effort to appeal to voters alienated by the ongoing attacks, by Labor and Liberal governments alike, on welfare and social services, Di Natale claimed that he would give voice to issues such as “decent health care, decent education, affordable housing, public transport.”
The Greens’ record demonstrates the fraud of this claim. Last year, they joined Labor in voting for the bulk of the cuts in the Abbott government’s budget, including $80 billion worth of cuts to education and health funding to the states over 10 years. They opposed calls to block the budget, precisely because they feared a political crisis that could have triggered a mass working-class movement against the entire austerity program.
The Greens’ deputy leader, Adam Bandt, was also ousted in Wednesday’s ballot, to be replaced by two co-deputies, Senators Larissa Waters, 38, a lawyer, and Scott Ludlam, 45, a former graphic designer.
Media reports indicated that Bandt and other Green MPs, notably former Moscow-line Socialist Party member Senator Lee Rhiannon, were kept in the dark about Milne’s planned departure, and the ballot was called swiftly in order to prevent any challenge to the new line-up. Rhiannon publicly called for membership ballots on the party’s leadership. In response, Di Natale bluntly rejected criticisms of the abrupt ballot, saying “that’s politics.”
Conscious of the deep disaffection among workers and youth toward the parliamentary elite, Rhiannon recently proposed that the Greens could help form a Syriza-style coalition of the “radical left,” as has taken office in Greece. Such a formation, backed by pseudo-left groups and possibly some trade unions, would seek to cobble together new political mechanisms to enforce the requirements of the corporate elite amid a rapid downturn in the Australian economy.
Milne is now expected to quit her senate seat before next year’s scheduled federal election. Among the frontrunners to fill the resulting casual vacancy is former Tasmanian state Greens leader Nick McKim. Like Di Natale, McKim epitomises the social milieu on which the Greens are based. As a senior minister in the 2010–14 Labor-Greens power-sharing state government, he spearheaded that government’s austerity measures by trying to shut 20 public schools, provoking widespread public resistance.