Snubbing President Bush? Sacrificing Solutions? Making Maliki “the Man!” ©

Hadley is the man; or is it Maliki?

Taking questions this afternoon from reporters in Riga, Latvia, where he is traveling with the president, Stephen Hadley, the national security advisor, said that the Maliki government in Iraq “is doing pretty well in a very difficult situation.”  Pressed by reporters on this point, given the level of violence in the Iraq civil war, Hadley went out of his way to say that even if all the results so far have not been good, “this is not a criticism of Maliki, don’t get me wrong.” He also said he was giving the press a “candid assessment.”

Wrong, right, “principled,” and Presidential, that is the question.  This query speaks to George W. Bush, Nouri Kamel al-Maliki, and the nations they lead.

The hunt for truth continues.

Hadley also said the president’s “principles” precluded any promise to withdraw forces at any date or on any timetable. “We have a set of principles, the President has been very clear on those principles,” he explained. “So when you say, by such and such a date, start, finish, complete — whatever your number is, you’ve stepped away from what the President believes is the most important thing, which is a conditions-based approach to the issue of troop levels.”

Will the words, the in-house memorandum of one man determine the actions of another, or another?  Might these murmurs effect a nation and its troops abroad?

AMMAN, Jordan, Nov. 29 — President Bush and Iraqi Prime Minister Nouri al-Maliki did not meet as planned on Wednesday, but the two leaders are scheduled to meet Thursday, amid turmoil within Iraq’s coalition government and questions about U.S. confidence in Maliki’s leadership.

The scratched meeting came on the day that a bloc of Iraqi lawmakers and cabinet ministers allied with militia leader Moqtada al-Sadr launched a boycott of their governmental duties to protest Maliki’s decision to attend the summit in Jordan with Bush. It also coincided with the public disclosure of a memo by White House adviser Stephen J. Hadley questioning Maliki’s ability to control the raging sectarian violence in his country.

White House officials insisted the cancellation had nothing to do with Maliki’s political problems at home or the leak of the Hadley memo. Instead, they said, the meeting was put off to allow more productive time in Jordan by meeting separately with Maliki and King Abdullah II.

White House counselor Dan Bartlett Bartlett said Maliki had already had a productive bilateral meeting with King Abdullah on Wednesday, and both felt “there was not an agenda for the three for a trilateral that they felt was necessary.”

“No one should read too much into this,” Bartlett said. “This gives an opportunity for the king and the president to catch up on issues that are in the interests of Jordan and the United States.”

“There’s no snub” by Maliki, White House press secretary Tony Snow said. He said he knew nothing of an Associated Press report quoting unnamed officials traveling with Maliki as saying the prime minister did not want a third party involved in talks about the U.S.-Iraqi relationship.

Might we ask who is the first party, the second, or the third?  Are the aggressors first, since after all, they are the super power or might their prey, those they intended to liberate be the primary source of concern.  Can a solution be reached or does the President of the United States not yet acknowledge a problem?  This sainted or sanctioned “leader” does not seem to know if or when a mission is complete.

Update . . .
Bush Proclaims Support for Iraqi Premier,

President Bush today proclaimed Prime Minister Nuri Kamal al-Maliki “the right guy for Iraq,” and said the two had agreed to speed the turnover of security responsibility from American to Iraqi forces. But Mr. Bush dismissed a reported decision by an independent bipartisan panel to call for a gradual withdrawal of troops.

“I know there’s a lot of speculation that these reports in Washington mean there’s going to be some kind of graceful exit out of Iraq,” the president said during a joint news conference with Mr. Maliki, referring to the panel’s reports that are expected next week. “We’re going to stay in Iraq to get the job done so long as the government wants us there.”

Mr. Bush also said he and Mr. Maliki would oppose any plan to break up the country, which is riven by sectarian violence. The two appeared together after an hourlong breakfast meeting with aides at the Four Seasons Hotel here that was followed by a 45-minute one-on-one session.

“The prime minister made clear that splitting his country into parts, as some have suggested, is not what the Iraqi people want, and that any partition in Iraq would only lead to an increase of sectarian violence,” Mr. Bush said, adding, “I agree.”

The two leaders set no timetable for speeding up the training of Iraqi forces, which Mr. Bush described as evolving “from ground zero,” and a senior administration official, who attended the breakfast and was granted anonymity to discuss it, said hurdles remain.

Puppets, presidents, posturing, it is all so profound, powerful, and unmoving, or so I believe.  Will America remove its troops?  Will the debate linger; is this a “civil war” or democracy settling in?  Will anything change and when?

You decide, discuss, and deliberate.  I will ponder your projections, predictions, and proclamations of truth.

  • Hadley Tells Press: Maliki Government is ‘Doing Pretty Well’ Editor and Publisher. November 28, 2006
  • Bush-Maliki Summit Delayed, By Michael Abramowitz, Sudarsan Raghavan and Debbi Wilgoren. Washington Post Thursday, November 30, 2006
  • “Major Combat Operations in Iraq Have Ended.” Mission Complete? © Betsy L. Angert.
  • Tweaky Maliki, By Michael Weiss. Slate. Wednesday, November 29, 2006
  • Bush Proclaims Support for Iraqi Premier, By Sheryl Gay Stolberg. New York Times. November 30, 2006
    tags technorati : Iraq, Hadley, George W. Bush, Nouri Kamel al-Maliki, Politics, Iraq. Afghanistan
  • Woeful Jim Webb Leaves George W. Weeping ©

    New members of Congress were welcomed to Washington.  The White House hosted a  “meet and greet.”  Hospitably was served.  The President of the United States of America, George W. Bush shook hands, smiled, and pretended to care about the newest representatives.  The man born with a silver spoon in his mouth Bush received the future members well.  Ceremonial gestures are his custom.

    Many of these newly elected officials ran against the President and his policies, however, most seemed impressed by the pomp and circumstances, all expect, Democratic Senator-elect Jim Webb.  Webb seemed to think this event an opportunity to speak his mind and he did.

    Jim Webb a former Republican, a Marine veteran of the Vietnam War, and former Navy Secretary under President Reagan is upset about Iraq.  Senator-elect Webb was distressed by what the government told the American people before the war began.  Webb thought the reasons for war were not as citizens believed.  He was unnerved by what he considered a flawed policy.  Webb changed his party affiliation in disgust. 

    Webb was and is angry about what he believes was an inept and unwise incursion.  His outrage with the current administration was his campaign cry. 

    Currently, Jim Webb has a son serving in the war torn country, Lance Corporal.  Jimmy Webb, 24.  The Senator-elect wore his son’s combat boots while running for office; yet, Webb senior is reluctant to speak of his son.

    Thus, when President George W. approached the woeful Webb the compassionately conservative Boy Bush received a mouthful, or not.  George W. said,

    “How’s your boy?” Webb, in an interview Wednesday, recalled Bush asking during the reception two weeks ago.

    “I told him I’d like to get them out of Iraq,” Webb said.

    “That’s not what I asked.  How’s your boy?” the president replied, according to Webb.

    At that point, Webb said, Bush got a response similar to what reporters and others who had asked Webb about Lance Cpl. Jimmy Webb, 24, have received since the young man left for Iraq around Labor Day: “I told him that was between my boy and me.”

    Webb, a leading critic of the Iraq war, said that he had avoided the receiving line and photo op with Bush, but that the president found him.

    The White House had no comment on the reception.  But it did not dispute an account of the exchange in Wednesday’s Washington Post.

    Apparently, the winning ways of Good Ole Boy George W. Bush are waning.  Mr. Bush was unable to carry an election.  His coat tails could no longer support his party.  The truth of the war in Iraq is weighing heavily.  There are rumors.  At night Bush junior is left weeping.  The wails are heard throughout the land.  Now, they have arrived on the doorstep of the White House.  Welcome Virginia Senator Jim Webb.  We, the caring citizens of America salute you.

    Please weep with us George as we review the resources.  There are men and women dying in Iraq . . .

  • Senator-Elect Jim Webb
  • Webb, Bush Have Terse Exchange Over Iraq. Associated Press, New York Times. November 29, 2006
  • Webb, Bush have terse exchange over Iraq, By Bob Lewis. Associated Press, Seattle Post-Intelligence. November 29, 2006
  • Democrats win control of Senate. MSNBC November 9, 2006
  • James H. “Jim” Webb for U.S. Senate: Biography
  • Q&A: James Webb; former Secretary of the Navy. The San Diego Union Tribune October 30, 2005
  • Webb Is Reluctant To Advertise Duty, Veteran Blasts Allen’s Public Comments. By Michael D. Shear and Tim Craig. Washington Post.?Wednesday, October 18, 2006
  • Open Thread. Wednesday Woes, Words, Wonders. November 29, 2006

    “Many argue; not many converse.”
    ~ Louisa May Alcott 

    “He who believes is strong; he who doubts is weak. Strong convictions precede great actions.”
    ~ Louisa May Alcott 

    “I am not afraid of storms for I am learning how to sail my ship.”
    ~ Louisa May Alcott 

    Louisa May Alcott
    American Novelist
    Born on this Day in 1832

    “Painful as it may be,
    a significant emotional event can be the catalyst for choosing a direction that serves us
    -and those around us – more effectively. 
    Look for the learning.”

    ~ Louisa May Alcott

    Please reader, be a writer.  Express yourself.
    Share your Wednesday Woes, Words, or Wonders.

    “Major Combat Operations in Iraq Have Ended.” Mission Complete? ©

    All day radio and television broadcasts repeat the retort of our beloved President, George W. Bush.  The distinguished “decider” proclaims we will not pull our troops out of Iraq “before the mission is complete.”  I hear the cry and remember the rhetoric.  It was May 1, 2003.  Granted, President Bush claimed he and his staff had nothing to do with the “Mission Accomplished” banner draped behind him on this auspicious occasion; nevertheless, the language of our Commander seemed to echo the message on the sign.
    “Admiral Kelly, Captain Card, officers and sailors of the USS Abraham Lincoln, my fellow Americans, major combat operations in Iraq have ended.  In the battle of Iraq, the United States and our allies have prevailed.”

    With a slight twist and a turn, the meaning, the message, for me is “mission accomplished!”

    The Commander-In-Chief continued,

    In this battle, we have fought for the cause of liberty and for the peace of the world.  Our nation and our coalition are proud of this accomplishment, yet it is you, the members of the United States military, who achieved it. Your courage, your willingness to face danger for your country and for each other made this day possible.
    Because of you, our nation is more secure.  Because of you, the tyrant has fallen and Iraq is free.

    Operation Iraqi Freedom was carried out with a combination of precision and speed and boldness the enemy did not expect and the world had not seen before.

    Mr. Bush, I beg you, please explain.  In this proclamation you, our “fair” leader uses the past tense, for the mission is, or as you stated was complete.  The dictator was defeated.  Democracy was on the rise.  The message, the objective, the idea of social equality was well received.

    When Iraqi civilians looked into the faces of our service men and women, they saw strength and kindness and good will.

    In the images of celebrating Iraqis, we have also seen the ageless appeal of human freedom.

    Hooray, Commander Bush, the Iraqis are liberated.  The mission must be done.  President Bush, you told us,

    Decades of lies and intimidation could not make the Iraqi people love their oppressors or desire their own enslavement.

    Men and women in every culture need liberty like they need food, and water and air.  Everywhere that freedom arrives, humanity rejoices and everywhere that freedom stirs, let tyrants fear.

    Perchance, President Bush we might be afraid, for I have heard Iraqi citizens now feel subjugated, broken, demoralized, and exploited by us, the United Sates.  Many Iraqi countrymen think we, Americans are the occupiers and not a compassionate bunch.

    Yet, President Bush you tell us we are not the occupying force; we are maintaining the peace.  Excuse me for I am troubled.  I must inquire, “What peace?”  I see no tranquility.  George, if I may, you suggest Americans are compassionate.  As I read reports of US forces killing innocent civilians, I wonder.  Please help me to understand.  Are we at war or is the mission complete?

    Oh, Mr. Bush, I am so confused.  I know you said, while standing on the deck of the USS Abraham Lincoln on that lovely day in May

    Tonight, I have a special word for Secretary Rumsfeld, for General Franks and for all the men and women who wear the uniform of the United States: America is grateful for a job well done.

    Then you immediately declared, “Our mission continues.” 

    George, your Greatness, is the operation over; is the battle won, or does the debacle persist?  It was three and one half years ago you assured Americans we were victorious, while asserting we were not. 

    You celebrated; the war efforts were strategically successful.  George Walker you sanctioned our security.  Yet, you routinely remind us this is a protracted effort. 

    Dear President Bush, for a moment, on May 1, 2003, I thought the war was won.  Then before I could take a breath, the words waffled.  You professed “we have seen the turning of the tide.”  Ultimately you promised on that May Day,

    Americans, following a battle, want nothing more than to return home.  And that is your direction tonight. (Applause.)  After service in the Afghan — and Iraqi theaters of war — after 100,000 miles, on the longest carrier deployment in recent history, you are homeward bound. (Applause.)  Some of you will see new family members for the first time — 150 babies were born while their fathers were on the Lincoln.  Your families are proud of you, and your nation will welcome you.  (Applause.)

    Mr. Bush, these words were spoken in present tense; they were offered years ago.  Yet, I see no returning troops.  I read of recruitments and extended duties.  President Bush, I know with certainty, today, young men and women are dying.  They are maimed and brutally beaten in battles.  Those that survive are bruised deeply.  Emotional and physical scars may never heal.  Therefore, I ask again, as I have asked so many times before why are we there, in Iraq and Afghanistan. 

    When will our service men and women return home?  Will it be during your presidency, or in your lifetime?  Will this war be your legacy, one that you are proud of?  When will the mission be complete?  Did you not conclude that the combat was over on that historic day in May 2003.  Help me please oh Lord.  Mr. President I trust as you deemed, God speaks through you.  Please tell me, what is he saying and why?  You said, “May God bless you all.  And may God continue to bless America.”  Mr. Bush, I do not feel blessed and I have doubts.  Is G-d blessing America?

    The Mission, The Message, the Meaning . . .

  • Bush blames al Qaeda in Iraq for sectarian strife. Cable New Network. November 28, 2006
  • Commander in Chief lands on USS Lincoln. Cable New Network. May 2, 2003
  • Bush makes historic speech aboard warship. Cable New Network. May 1, 2003
  • White House pressed on ‘mission accomplished’ sign, By Dana Bash.  Cable New Network. October 29, 2003
  • Poll: Iraqis out of patience, By Cesar G. Soriano and Steven Komarow.  USA Today April 28, 2004
  • Lawmaker: Marines killed Iraqis `in cold blood’, By By Jim Miklaszewskiand Mike Viqueira. MSNBC News. May 17, 2006
  • President Bush Announces Major Combat Operations in Iraq Have Ended Office of the Press Secretary. May 1, 2003
  • George W. Bush and the G-Word, By Al Kamen. Washington Post. October 14, 2005
  • Open Thread. Tuesday Thoughts. November 28, 2006

    “All that a man achieves and all that he fails to achieve is the direct result of his own thoughts.”
    ~ James Allen

    “You are today where your thoughts have brought you; you will be tomorrow where your thoughts take you.”
    ~ James Allen

    James Allen
    English Writer and Philosopher
    Was Born On This Day in 1864

    “The greatest achievement was at first and for a time a dream.
    The oak sleeps in the acorn, the bird waits in the egg,
    and in the highest vision of the soul a waking angel stirs.
    Dreams are the seedlings of realities.”

    ~ James Allen

    James Allen, author of “As Man Thinketh” states his contentions.
    On the anniversary of his birth you might honor him with yours.
    Please share your thoughts on life, living, and being, in this open thread.

    I Am An Anorexic, Bulimic, A Person!

    copyright © 2008 Betsy L. Angert

    Once you label me, you negate me.

    ~ Soren Kierkegaard [Danish Philosopher]

    An article in the New York Times grabbed my attention instantly.  It appeared in the health section.  The title, “One Spoonful at a Time.”  This writing was heartfelt.  Author, Harriet Brown tells a gripping tale.  It took me to memories of my own struggle with anorexia and bulimia and how these affected my family.  In this exposé, the dilemma of how to treat the condition was thoroughly discussed.  I wish to share my response to this situation and story.  My personal experience of this is vast.  I hope my thoughts, realizations, and rejoinders on this topic will be helpful to those grappling with similar issues.  I trust that the effects of anorexia and bulimia are trials and tribulations for all those afflicted by these.

    The subject of weight alone is a sensitive probing.  An individual need not starve, binge, or purge in wrestling with weight.  On the same day another New York Times essay loomed large entitled “Big People on Campus.”  This commentary contemplated the plight of being “fat.”  I was once that too.  Many may muse in this moment, all anorexics believe they are chubby, and while that may or may not be true, I actually was at times in my life.  My weight rarely was stable; nor was I when reflecting upon it.  However, my weight was never the issue; it was a distraction, a symptom of what was within.  

    As I read the articles mentioned above, when I turned on the television and saw a report on the increasing male bulimic and anorexic population, and as I listened to a discussion focusing on the media, and the message of being thin, I wondered.  Why are Americans obsessed with their weight and avoiding the truer concern?

    Americans spend billions of dollars on books, diet programs, professional weight trainers, and behavioral experts that might deliver them from “evil” otherwise known as “eating disorders.”  Some recount, “I eat too much,” others muse, “I eat too little.”  There are those that think they do not make healthy choices, those that believe themselves fine; their family worries about their physical condition.

    I lived in a plump body; a buff body, a slender body, and one that was sickly thin.  As a child I over ate.  It was what most members of my family did.  As an adolescent, I dieted.  That is what teenagers do.  However, weight was not the trepidation it appeared to be.  My problems with body image were not pressing; nor did my peers influence me.  It was my life at home, in my heart.  Much was disquieting.  My parents were together; yet, they were not.  My natural father was rarely home and when he was, it was not fun for me.  My sisters were close in age and seemed to have a connection with me; however, it felt incomplete.  For me, school began at an early age.  I love learning and welcomed the opportunity; still, there were demands, those I placed on myself.  Life progressed and it seemed perfect.

    I had goals, visions, and dreams.  In my late teens, I wanted to lose my virginity.  That seemed the natural progression, at least in my neighborhood, or among my peers.  Oddly enough, a young man began paying attention to me.  This may not seem unusual; yet, it was.  Those that are closely familiar with my ways and thoughts recognize that this was quite striking.  

    I was never “boy crazy.”  I had no thoughts of marriage or even being in a relationship.  I was and still am extremely comfortable with my own company.  Perhaps, I am a little too independent.  While I have always had very close friends, I was not one to seek physical intimacy.  I did not need company or companionship.  It could be imposing.  I needed time to be me.  Nevertheless, this gentleman delighted in my presence.  

    Yes, we did “connect;” we did the deed; still he wanted more!  Imagine that!  Eric wanted a real relationship, with all the bells and whistles.  I later learned Eric wanted to marry me.  Years, before realizing that his intention was to wed, I freaked.  When confronted with the fact that he wanted us to spend all our time together I panicked.

    Eric was and is an extraordinary man.  Physically, he is quite the “looker,” not my type.  I love brains; brawn does little to warm the cockles of my heart.  He is kind, tender, and evenly tempered.  Eric is infinitely considerate, and amazingly enough, he does love to learn.

    Women fell for him, flocked to him, and fought for his attention, all but me.  Initially, I just saw him as a vehicle for losing my virginity.  I never expected he would fill my mind.  I did not plan to take time and be with him beyond the bed.  I never imagined he would enter my heart.  Yet, he did and that scared me.  I put on weight, lots, and lots of pounds.  I did this as I do most things.  I am exceptionally thorough.  If I am to do a job, I will do it incredibly well.  I grew fat!  Perchance, obese might be a better word.  Eric said nothing.  He still wanted to be with me.

    Now, what was I to do?  All this weight, I wore poundage that poured over the edges of my clothing.  I was uncomfortable in my body.  I needed, no wanted to loose all this excess mass.  I began dieting.  I did it well depending on your standard, and not well, if health is a main concern.  At first, I only wanted to lose what I had gained.  I did this.  Then as the pressures of life grew, my apprehension for food and what would follow were I to eat it grew.

    Years passed, as did my obsession with weight and food.  After a time, apprehension for my impending graduation from college consumed me.  The more I thought about this the more I struggled.  Careers, professions, being more a part of the “real” world, more responsible for my self, it all seemed a sacrifice.  What was I to do or be now?  

    While attending the University, I never hesitated.  I chose my majors and pursued each discipline with zeal.  My course of study never changed.  However, I never expected to graduate.  That was not part of my plan.  I had no desire to leave the sanctuary of school.  I first enrolled in classes at the age of two.  Academia was the world I knew.  What next?

    Next, or soon, I would become a statistic.  Not unlike the “Kitty” in the tale her author mother, Harriet Brown tells.  I was anorexic.  Ultimately, that lifestyle was too difficult.  Starving my self was such a struggle.  I chose bulimia instead.  I “thought” that would be an easier avenue to pursue.  It was not.  I had no control over my life, my weight, my worries, my ways.  A person such as myself that prefers infinite tranquility, found herself in a world of chaos, chaos I created!

    For decades my family deliberated, what would they do?  What could they do?  Some pondered what had they done.  Who was at fault and would the circumstances ever change?  There was much guilt, theirs, mine, and ours!

    I share this revealing story with reason.  Harriet Brown, the parents, the professionals in her tale all do as people customarily do.  They look for facts, quick fixes, simple solutions, thirty-second spots, immediate gratification, and spontaneous change.  I acknowledge the year or more this family invested in re-parenting and feeding their child; one spoonful at a time was overwhelming.  Yet, in the end, wonderment still fills the void of not knowing.

    Ms. Brown discusses in depth the niche, a role, the pondering, the play, the place, and the label each person holds.  Yet, for me, she misses the nuances.  The world within will determine whether Kitty again chooses an addiction with food or the lack of it.  I believe and experience that our compulsions cannot be broadcast through numbers.  I understand the fascination with facts, the need to look for answers.  Nevertheless . . .

    Programs may not be profound no matter what they cost or what their supposed success.

    we asked Kitty’s pediatrician where her other anorexic patients went for treatment.  “When they’re this sick, they go away,” she said, referring to inpatient eating-disorder clinics, where people often stay for two or three months.  The nearest was an hour away and cost $1,000 a day, most of which would not be covered by our HMO.  

    There is ample reason for alarm.

    Anorexia is one of the deadliest psychiatric diseases; it’s estimated that up to 15 percent of anorexics die, from suicide or complications related to starvation.  About a third may make some improvement but are still dominated by their obsession with food.  Many become depressed or anxious, and some develop substance-abuse problems, like alcoholism.  Almost half never marry.  It is thought that if anorexia is not treated early on, during adolescence, it tends to take an average of five to seven years for the person to recover – if it happens at all.

    There are behavioral modification plans and they tout great success.

    Among the few studies done on anorexia treatment, I came across one from 1997, a follow-up to an earlier study on adolescents that assessed a method developed in England and was still relatively unknown in the United States: family- based treatment, often called the Maudsley approach. This treatment was created by a team of therapists led by Christopher Dare and Ivan Eisler at the Maudsley Hospital in London, in the mid-1980s, as an alternative to hospitalization.  In a hospital setting, nurses sit with anorexic patients at meals, encouraging and calming them; they create a culture in which patients have to eat.  The Maudsley approach urges families to essentially take on the nurses’ role.  Parents become primary caretakers, working with a Maudsley therapist.  Their job: Finding ways to insist that their children eat.

    The two studies showed that 90 percent of the adolescents recovered or made significant gains; five years later, 90 percent had fully recovered.  (Two other studies confirmed these results.)  In the world of eating disorders, I was coming to understand, this was a phenomenally high success rate.

    Yet, I think it is essential to consider what works for one person may be the kiss of death for another.  I personally, would have rebelled and reacted more overtly had my parents spent their every waking hour with me, as the Brown’s did.  

    I would not have felt loved, quite the contrary.  I would have felt as though they did not trust me.  I grew up in a family whose primary principle was “No one has the right to tell you what you “should,” think, say, do, feel, or be!”  Granted coupled with this was the belief, “Do whatever makes you happy, as long as it does not hurt anyone” and of course, my reactions were hurting everyone; nonetheless, they were mine to choose.  In my mind and in the family I was raised in, it was accepted, in order to learn we must error.  It is part of our evolution.  To force another to be, as we believe is best gives them no room to grow and discover for themselves.

    Harriet Brown acknowledges that

    The idea that parents should be intimately involved in the re-feeding of their children can be quite controversial, a departure from the conventional notion that the dynamic between parent and child causes or contributes to the anorexia.  Many therapists advocate a “parentectomy,” insisting that parents stay out of the treatment to preserve the child’s privacy and autonomy.  They say that a child must “choose” to eat in order to truly recover.

    However, she chose to believe as Maudsley advocates “no one else knows the child as well or has the same investment in the child’s well-being.  She states, “That felt right to us.”

    As I read Ms. Brown’s re-counting, I was continually struck by the specifics of the feeding process and the lack of luminosity.  There was so little of Kitty’s feelings expressed.  While I trust that her parents spoke to her of her fears, apprehensions, and worries, the details of these discussions were not shared with the reader.

    As I reflected on Kitty’s approaching entrance into high school, my own memories flooded my mind.  I knew while living through anorexia and bulimia, it was never about the weight.  It was the wait, the anticipation of the unexpected, unknown, unidentified, and unfamiliar.  It was the strange, the strain, the mysterious, and the mystifying musings that strangled my soul!

    I do understand the dynamic; the habit becomes the pattern etched into the brain and physical memory.  I comprehend the ever-present question, which comes first the chicken or the egg.  I recognize the theories

    Over the last few years, most eating-disorders researchers have begun to think that there is no single cause of anorexia, that maybe it’s more like a recipe, where several ingredients – genetics, personality type, hormones, stressful life events – come together in just the wrong way.

    What I think is in error is the prospect presented by

    Maudsley practitioners say that focusing on the cause is secondary, ultimately, because once the physiological process of starvation kicks in, the disease takes on a life of its own, unfolding with predictable symptoms, intensity and long-term consequences. Anorexics become almost uniformly depressed, withdrawn, enraged, anxious, irritable or suicidal, and their thinking about food and eating is distorted, in part because the brain runs on glucose, and when it has been deprived over a long period of time, when it’s starved, it goes haywire.  It’s important to get the patient’s weight up, fast, because the less time spent in starvation, the better the outcome.  Adult anorexics who have been chronically ill for years have much poorer prognoses than teenagers.

    In my own life and search for a cure, I found professionals that believed as these do.  I contend, the obsessions of medical professional almost killed me.  Killing with the kindness of tough-love, prescribed by parents or physicians has the potential of doing a person in.  It certainly would have taken a toll on me.

    Thankfully, I located others, those that treat with love, just as my parents did and do.  I discovered “experts” that acknowledge they are not.  They understood the notion that a person that has never experienced an illness cannot fully understand it.  Thus, they turned to me.  My parents and physicians reflected on who they knew me to be as a person.  They thought me wise.

    I was trusted to resolve the situation for myself.  I was given only potassium and talk therapy to keep me alive.  Those in my life trusted my intelligence, my reflective nature, and my ability to be introspective.  The professionals, my parents, and my peers believed in me when I did not.  This was confusing, though extremely meaningful to me.

    Those close to me knew of the tens of hours I devoted daily to eating, isolation, and purging.  They hoped, based on their history and knowledge of me that I was not simply doing binging and purging, but that I was also thinking.  I was working through my concerns and circumstances.  Indeed, I was.  When I finally, she says with great exasperation, found myself, discovered what Harriet Brown might refer to as my demons, I met them with delight.  I no longer; nor did my family or friends need to contemplate the possible impending doom.  I would not, will not return to those trying days of old anorexic or bulimic beckoning.

    Four months after the “change of life” [no, not menopause] giving up my ways, I was thrown into a situation that truly tested my will.  I was in a serious accident.  Unexpectedly, my life went topsy-turvy.  I was badly injured and unable to walk.  The prognosis was grim.  It would be half a year before I could again return to a standing position.  I had perfected the bulimia process through many a situation, and in the past, I would have found a way to again engage.  I had the will and there was always a way.  However, on this occasion I did not return or resort to my decades old pattern.  I did not consider the option.

    Ms. Brown, I share this with you for you are questioning, anxious, what might the future bring.  I myself think behavior modification programs such as the Maudsley plan may be nice.  Their success rate may seem comforting; however, I caution, it is my experience that unless or until the cause is addressed, the emotional effects are evaluated the likelihood that there is true resolution is “slim.”  Many experts say anorexia and bulimia are chronic conditions.  Years after my coming of age, I still do not experience sweaty palms.  I do not white knuckle my way through stressful situations.  I think the emotional, intellectual work is essential.  Kitty may have done the work that you did not speak of.  I know not.  Nonetheless, I worry.  I think “cures” and certainty come with more than one spoonful at a time.

    Please weigh your options.  Read the references.  Reflect who you are, more than your mass.

    Dear reader, you may wish to peruse Chapters One through Six, of my life as an anorexic, bulimic, a person.  Please do.

    A reader asked that I share this information.  

    The National Eating Disorders Association’s “Every BODY Is Beautiful” Online Fundraising Auction currently running through Wednesday, December 6th!  There are some unique holiday shopping (jewelry, handbags, clothing, celebrity-autographed collectibles – featuring customized jeans from The Sopranos’ Jamie-Lynn Sigler and singer Sarah Evans – and much more) while at the same time contributing to an amazing, life-saving cause!

    You may wish to read of the artist in an LAWeekly essay, The Art of Spooning, By Caroline Ryder, or of the fundraiser at SpoonFed Art on

    Darfur, Sudan, Rwanda, and America. Give Thanks and Your Self Generously ©

    I wrote of Darfur, Sudan, Rwanda and the world refuges a time ago.  I offer World Refugee Day. What Does This Mean To U.S.? ©. 

    My own writing caused me to reflect on the homeless and harmed in America, This Could Be You! Homeless in America ©.

    Since sharing my recent missives, my musings on Native Americans, I learned.  Many of our countrymen feel no responsibility for what is, was, or will be as long as we choose not to care.  I realize many citizens of this nation feel separate from the world around them.  Few ponder the plight in their neighborhoods, their communities, their country, or throughout the world.  Many barely know the families they live with.

    In this season of giving, I offer a few options. 

    You may prefer to reach out beyond your shores.  Perchance you yearn to help those at home.  If nothing else you might want to peruse what the mainstream media thinks is above you, below you, or not within your heart.

    I invite you to explore the world around you.  After, you may wish to give yourself generously.  Perhaps not; the choice is yours.  I only present possibilities.

    After screening this video you may wish to contribute to Save Darfur.  For me, the Voices from Darfur are haunting.  Save Darfur is striving to assist those that will help themselves once they are physically able.  When they are strong, they will be empowered to attend to a political structure that now sacrifices their gentle souls.

    Please remember The New Homeless.  Many Katrina survivors still suffer.  There are foundations that help support the people in this region.  “ is an Internet portal established by the Baton Rouge Area Foundation.”  This organization reports to its donors and the greater community.  Hurricane Katrina relief efforts are the focus.

    There are displaced persons throughout the country.  Some may live down the street from you.

    Please view this video report, Plan Aims To Help Austin’s Homeless  Perhaps there are helping programs in your own city.

    Habitat for Humanity Orange County PSA #1 presents an image contrary to the one we usually think of when we speak of Orange County, California.  Habitat for Humanity International helps those throughout our global village.

    I ask you to contemplate further.  There is much that the media thinks you do not want to see.  Perchance they believe that for you, “Ignorance is bliss.”  Might you know better?  Please consider what they feed you, what you miss; then, make your own choices.

    ABC, CBS, and NBC are refusing to air this advertisement.
    Why might this be?  What could be the harm in knowing? 

    Knowledge is empowering, or so I believe.

    Peruse the prospects.  Some may meet your needs.  You may have other resources.  Please add these.  Those references you share might stimulate others.  I believe at times we do not help because we have no idea how, or who to trust.  Please, share your stories and experiences.

  • Save Darfur
  • Voices from Darfur (Save Darfur Ad)
  • The New Homeless
  • Plan Aims To Help Austin’s Homeless
  • Habitat for Humanity Orange County PSA #1
  • Habitat for Humanity International
  • ABC, CBS, and NBC are refusing to air this advertisement.
  • Open Thread. Sunday Sojourn. November 26, 2006

    Open Thread. Sunday Sojourn. November 26, 2006

    “”It is the mind that makes the body.”
    ~ Sojourner Truth

    “Religion without humanity is very poor human stuff.”
    ~ Sojourner Truth

    Isabella Baumfree [Sojourner Truth]
    Slave, Lecturer on Abolition, Women’s Rights, Racial Justice
    Passed On This Day in 1883

    “Truth burns up error.”
    ~ Sojourner Truth

    I invite you to write with humanity, of humanity, and for the sake of humanity. 
    In honor of Sojourner Truth, please speak of freedom, rights, race, and justice. 
    Do not be a slave to the standards of others.
    Write of your woes, worries, wonders, or . . . 
    Please share what you will in this open thread.

    Thanksgiving. Will Our Past, Our Present Be Prologue? ©

    As the celebration continues and the cynicism mounts, a delivery was made to me.  I thank William S. Burroughs for his Thanksgiving Prayer.  I am grateful to bzbb of My Left Wing fame.  S/he shared the text and resource with me. 

    After reading my Thanksgiving story of genocide, some decided that they knew I loathe the holiday; I do not.  I do have disdain for humans that knowingly hurt other humans.  I am disquieted when I realize that man, woman, or child intentionally commits crimes against nature.

    When people speak against “evil” and then act in ways that I think they might deem “sinful” I am confused.  While, I personally do not believe in either concept, I wonder why those that do think these constructs are valid behave in ways that could be defined as wicked.

    As I listen to William Burroughs and read the text of his musings, I am miffed.  What are we giving thanks for on this the fourth Thursday in November?  What do we welcome in the days that follow?  I offer the Burroughs prayer so that we all might ponder.

    Thanksgiving Prayer
    By William S Burroughs [1914 to 1997]
    American Novelist, Essayist, and Social Critic

    Thanks for the wild turkey and the passenger pigeons,
    Destined to be shit out through wholesome American guts.
    Thanks for a continent to despoil and poison.
    Thanks for Indians to provide a modicum of challenge and danger.
    Thanks for vast herds of bison to kill and skin leaving the carcasses to rot.
    Thanks for bounties on wolves and coyotes.
    Thanks for the American dream,?
    To vulgarize and to falsify until the bare lies shine through.
    Thanks for the KKK.
    For n****r-killin’ lawmen feelin’ their notches.
    For decent church-goin’ women, with their mean, pinched, bitter, evil faces.
    Thanks for “Kill a Queer for  Christ” stickers.
    Thanks for laboratory AIDS.
    Thanks for Prohibition and the  war against drugs.
    Thanks for a country where nobody’s allowed to mind the own business.
    Thanks for a nation of finks.
    Yes, thanks for all the memories– all right let’s see your arms!
    You always were a headache and you always were a bore.
    Thanks for the last and greatest betrayal of the last and greatest of human dreams.

    I cannot thank William Seward Burroughs II enough.  My mind would never travel in the places his did.  However, perchance, you dear reader might relate.

    If nothing else, I think this performance might provoke a deeper pondering.  I invite each of us to reflect, to meditate, and contemplate, what does Thanksgiving Day mean to us.  What does the holiday season connote?

    How might our past relate to our present and what will our future be.

    “Those who forget the lessons of history are condemned to repeat them.”
    ~ George Santanya

    “What’s past is prologue.”
    ~ William Shakespeare

    Consider Iraq, Afghanistan, Iran, and Korea.  Is there talk of occupation or might we overthrow regime after regime? 

    Contemplate racial profiling.  Does the Patriot Act make this legal. 

    Look within your local cities.  Are there slums, ghettos, gangs, and girls walking the streets to make a decent wage?  Perhaps, workingwomen are not the only ones looking for work.  There are those that lost their employ so long ago they are no longer counted by government tallies.  They dropped off the rolls, and have since dropped out of sight.  In actuality, these persons are still visible; look out your window.  There they are, on the avenue. 

    Are Blacks treated as whites; are the rich revered, are the poor?

    What of women; what of immigrants?

    Might we recall the Native Americans and the wilderness that welcomed our forefathers?  What became of these?

    What occurs in your home or that of your neighbors?  Is communication prevalent in your abode, or in that of those living adjacent to you?  Is care evident and flourishing or is this concept one you and others crave, but only dream of.  I wonder. 

    What did you give thanks for yesterday and what will you be grateful for tomorrow?

    Thanksgiving.  The Past, Present, and Pondering

  • Burroughs. By bzbb. My Left Wing. Friday, November 24, 2006
  • William S. Burroughs – Thanksgiving Prayer.
  • Practice to Deceive Chaos in the Middle East is not the Bush hawks’ nightmare scenario–it’s their plan. By Joshua Micah Marshall. Washington Monthly. April 2003
  • US Patriot Act. American Civil Liberties Union. November 14, 2003
  • Streetgangs.
  • Ghettos: The Changing Consequences of Ethnic Isolation, By Ed Glaeser.  Federal Reserve Bank of Boston. Spring 1997
  • Living Wage, Facts at a Glance. The Economic Policy Institute. 2006
  • Jobs Picture, November 2006. The Economic Policy Institute. 2006
  • The Two Nations of Black America. Frontline. Public Broadcasting Services
  • The Rich Get Richer. The Washington Post. Tuesday, April 12, 2005
  • Income Inequity. The Real Reason the Rich Get Richer. ©  By Betsy L. Angert.
  • Women’s History in America.?Presented By Women’s International Center
  • Poverty in America, One Nation Pulling Apart. Poverty in America Project
  • The World Confronts Its E-waste Nightmare. By Tam Harbert.  Natural Resources Defense Council Fall 2006
  • Talking Turkey, Eating Shit and Taking the Heat, By starkravinglunaticradical.  Booman Tribune. November 24, 2005
  • Immigrants’ Rights. American Civil Liberties Union
  • The Natural History of Neighborhood Violence, By Jeffrey Fagan, Columbia University and Garth Davies, Simon Fraser University.  Journal of Contemporary Criminal Justice, SAGE Publications Vol. 20, No. 2, 127-147.  2004
  • Communication. By Stefanie Cox, Larry Graber, Gregory Olson, Peacemakers. Better Endings, New Beginnings
  • Crucial Conversations: Tools for Talking When Stakes Are High.  By Kerry Patterson, Joseph Grenny, Ron McMillan and Al Switzler.  McGraw-Hill Trade. June 2002
  • Give Thanks for Genocide. Thanksgiving, National Day of Mourning © By Betsy L. Angert.
  • Give Thanks for Genocide. Thanksgiving, National Day of Mourning ©

    ( – promoted by Betsy L. Angert)

    The day is done, bellies are bloated, and now, rather than pretend to give thanks, we can reflect.  Might we mourn our motives, the message, and the myths of Thanksgiving Day?

    We are not vanishing.  We are not conquered.  We are as strong as ever.”
    ~ United American Indians of New England.

    As a child, I felt as my Mom did in her earliest years, “What are we giving thanks for on this holiday, hurting a loving native nation?”  In the first grade, she was sent to the principal’s office for questioning the “accepted” truth of Thanksgiving.  She understood the tales taught to schoolchildren; however, my Mom contrasted these with what she knew of the Indian people.  In my youngest years, I could or would not tolerate “Cowboy and Indian” games or the genre in films.  I saw the slaughter of a loving people and wondered, as I do now, “Why do we allow this to happen?” Why would we celebrate such carnage?

    I have yet to understand why we as a nation give thanks on this day.  Are we grateful for our ability to rape a land, to ravage a race, or to reject the rights of those that lived in North America before “we” did?  I know not.  I understand that for the United American Indians of New England, this is a National Day of Mourning.

    Our forefathers landed on the shores of what is now the “United States.”  Many came to this continent in search of religious freedom others in search of wealth still others to simply make a new start in life.  Those fleeing religious persecution then proceeded to persecute others.  Those seeking wealth ignored the natives’ stole their land and oppressed them and the life changers road along in the domination and exploitation.  We, as a people, as a nation, now celebrate these acts.

    As children, we are taught to commemorate the Pilgrims landing.  We are told that the natives befriended the white people.  They did, both native and Anglo accounts support this belief.  Showing compassion for others is consistent with the native culture.  The white man saw this open caring nature as an opening, an opportunity to steal, pilfer, and enslave the inhabitants of this, a beautiful land.  The pure and principled Puritans saw the strength of sharing as a weakness.  They chose to betray, deceive, and diminish the value of the darker skinned inhabitants of the new world.

    Today, as we celebrate, some say they are not forgetting our past, the founding of this nation; they are remembering.  However, it is likely that they only recall childhood chants, the musings of men and women that prefer to hide the truth.  After all, who writes the history books the majority of us read?  It is the magnanimous man or woman wearing white skin.

    Anglos and Europeans wish to appear benevolent; yet, an alternative history tells us a different tale.

    The pilgrims [who did not even call themselves pilgrims] did not come here seeking religious freedom; they already had that in Holland.  They came here as part of a commercial venture.  One of the very first things they did when they arrived on Cape Cod — before they even made it to Plymouth — was to rob Wampanoag graves at Corn Hill and steal as much of the Indians’ winter provisions as they were able to carry.

    Nevertheless, on this fourth Thursday in November myths move the nation; and we, as citizenry continue to believe the best of ourselves and our ancestors.  We wish to think our forefathers honorable.

    Yet, do we?  Are we only paying lip service to this history, real or imagined?  Is Thanksgiving, in modern times, more than a meal, families coming together to eat, drink, and be jovial?  Is it merely an introduction to the holiday season, perchance shopping is our focus and the reason we give gratitude?  How often do people truly thank each other, or their ancestors?  Perchance, if thanks were to be specified it would be for our shared prowess, and the American ability to possess land that was never theirs to take. 

    Citizens of these United States rarely discuss this truth.  What we as a nation are thankful for is what Christopher Columbus perceived and spoke of succinctly. 

    Native Americans in the Caribbean greeted their 1492 European invaders with warm hospitality.  They were so innocent that Genoan Cristoforo Colombo wrote in his log, “They willingly traded everything they owned . . . They do not bear arms . . . They would make fine servants . . . They could easily be made Christians . . . With fifty men we could subjugate them all and make them do whatever we want.”

    We, the white man, can force people, human beings into submission.  We can come, and conquer.  White wonders can enslave these harmless hearts.  Converting them to our religion is possible, probable, and oh, what power we can over these naïve natives. I wonder; will we be honest with our neighbors, our image, or ourselves.  Will we say that what we honor and give thanks for the bounty of land and wealth we systematically took from the benevolent Indians!

    While the whites tell their stories, and hope that no one will ever know or question their facts, their fiction, the “Indians” share theirs.  The narrative is passed down from one native born generation to the next.  There is ample evidence, even in current day society to verify the veracity of Indian legends. They did everything to welcome and share with us, the whites, and we did everything to destroy, to dominate them.  Nevertheless, the [drum] beat goes on.  Americans prefer pretence, symbolism, and shopping.  Shhh, say nothing, it is a secret, for it is sacrilegious to think that citizens of this country care more for Capitalism than meaningful traditions.  However, they do.

    The reality never dies.  The reality is that on this “Thanksgiving Day,” many mourn.  Officially, since 1970, Thanksgiving Day is considered a National Day of Mourning among the Indian nations.  Even some educators are observing this, or at least instructing their students on the possibility.

    Teacher Bill Morgan walks into his third-grade class wearing a black Pilgrim hat made of construction paper and begins snatching up pencils, backpacks and glue sticks from his pupils.  He tells them the items now belong to him because he “discovered” them.

    The reaction is exactly what Morgan expects: The kids get angry and want their things back.

    Morgan is among elementary school teachers who have ditched the traditional Thanksgiving lesson, in which children dress up like Indians and Pilgrims and act out a romanticized version of their first meetings.

    He has replaced it with a more realistic look at the complex relationship between Indians and white settlers.

    Complex it is.  Originally, there was no sin.  Ooops, those words were taken from another text.  The earliest settlers were pure; after all, they were Puritans.  At least, most of us learned that fable.

    There are other versions of this fairy tale.  Aspects of these may be accurate.  I believe they are, for they appear in each accounting.  Hospitality and generosity are among the traditional teachings in tribal communities.  Among the Indian populations, the memory lingers; it is passed down from generation to generation.  The Indian ancestors participated in a series of feasts throughout the year.  The Wampanoag feast, called Nikkomosachmiawene, or Grand Sachem’s Council Feast was among these.  It was during this celebration in 1621 that the Wampanoag’s amassed food to help the ill-prepared Pilgrims.  The new arrivals were homeless, seeking shelter, sanctuary, and shelter.  They had none; they had nothing.  These Anglos only had needs and desires. 

    Conquest and a quest for personal freedoms were their focus; nevertheless, it mattered not that in acquiring their yearnings the Anglos and Europeans robbed the native born of their own liberties.  However, I digress.  I meant to mention the first Thanksgiving and how it evolved.

    This Wampanoag feast is marked by traditional food and games, telling of stories and legends, sacred ceremonies and councils on the affairs of the nation.  Massasoit [the leader of the Wampanoag’s] came with 90 Wampanoag men and brought five deer, fish, all the food, and Wampanoag cooks.

    The tribal ritual, over time, and with the luxury of legend, became known as Thanksgiving Day.  When we celebrate and commemorate this coming together, supposedly we are acknowledging the delight of genuine sharing.  Yet, in fact, we are unabashedly praising that we the Anglos and Europeans were intent on becoming occupiers, overseers, and eventually, the oppressors!

    When we party hearty, we deny that five years earlier, English explorers arrived hoping to seize land from the native people.  These journeymen landed on the shores at a Pawtnxet village.  Captain Thomas Hunt was among these early arrivals.

    He started trading with the Native people in 1614.  He captured 20 Pawtuxcts and seven Naugassets, selling them as slaves in Spain.  Many other European expeditions also lured Native people onto ships and then imprisoned and enslaved them.

    In 1621, when the white English Puritans encountered the Wampanoag tribes, they identified them as “Indians.”  The settlers did not distinguish one culture or clan from another.  The Wampanoag were a quiet people.  They were farmers and hunters.  Their native lands stretched from present day Narragansett Bay to Cape Cod.  They, as tradition determined shared their crops and their culture lovingly.  They had no expectations, no fear of what was to come.  Racism was not their reality.  However, with the white man cometh change.

    Native lands would eventually become modern day urban neighborhoods.  Groves would be demolished; giant buildings would rise from the ground.  Tribal leaders and elders would bear no witness and have no say in what was to become of their lands.  Governments would dictate codes.  President George Washington compared the native born to “wild beasts.”  Washington did not wish to provoke their savagery.

    Through treaties and commerce, Jefferson hoped to continue to get Native Americans to adopt European agricultural practices, shift to a sedentary way of life, and free up hunting grounds for further white settlement.

    Though at times, Jefferson seemed torn; he wished to honor that this land belonged to the natives, the Indians, he also revealed himself, often.

    Thomas Jefferson — president #3 and author of the Declaration of Independence, which refers to Indians as the merciless Indian Savages— was known to romanticize Indians and their culture, but that didn’t stop him in 1807 from writing to his secretary of war that in a coming conflict with certain tribes, [W]e shall destroy all of them.

    As munificent as past Presidents attempted to be, the more the “man” was able to wield power against the “Indians” the more they wished to exert.

    Between 1785 and 1866, over 400 treaties were made with the Indians, and it is fairly well-known that every one of them were broken. Some typical scenarios involved taking back the land promised to them or not allowing the Indians to deal with trespassers themselves the way the treaties promised.  Starting around 1985, some Indian tribes, like the Oneida, have won Supreme Court decisions giving them back their aboriginal lands, but because these actions would relocate thousands of white people and involve huge sections of states, the matter of enforcing it is anything but clear.  The states have not cooperated, and the Tribes have resorted to suing white residents in the area.

    Here is a list of significant events in Native American history:

  • The Indian Removal Act (1830). This forced a mass relocation of Indian nations to west of the Mississippi, the most infamous one being the “Trail of Tears” which left half of the Cherokee nation dead.
  • Cherokee Nation v. Georgia (1831). This Supreme Court ruling held that tribes are not foreign nations, but dependencies, and need not be treated equally.
  • Massacre at Sand Creek (1864). Outside of Denver, a wagon train wiped out an entire peace-loving tribe of 200 Indians after inviting them in for supper, then hung their victims’ body parts from the wagons as they traveled westward.
  • The Major Crimes Act (1885).  This extended U.S. law enforcement jurisdiction into Indian territories, effectively breaking all treaties that guaranteed they could have responsibility for law enforcement themselves.
  • The General Allotment (or Dawes) Act (1887).  This used a “blood quantum” test to take away over 100 million acres of land from “mixed blood” Indians.
  • Massacre at Wounded Knee (1890).  U.S. cavalry gunned down 300 Indian men, women, and children for participating in a Ghost Dance, the purpose of which is to enter a world inhabited only by Indians.
  • The Indian Citizenship Act (1924).  This conferred U.S. citizenship on all Indians who wanted it and would renounce their claims to tribal identity.
  • The Indian Claims Commission Act (1946).  This gave Indians the right to claim monetary compensation for land unjustly taken away from them, in 1865 dollars.
  • The Relocation Act (1956).  This qualified Indians for job training if they moved off the reservation to urban areas.
  • The Sioux Occupation of Alcatraz Island (1969-1971).  U.S. Marshal’s eventually cleared the Indians off, but they believed they were exercising their rights under an old treaty that gave them first claim to any “unoccupied areas.”
  • The Alaska Native Claims Settlement Act (1971).  This eliminated indigenous mineral rights in Alaska so the U.S. could build the Alaskan oil pipeline.  25% of all oil reserves, 35% of all coal reserves, and 50% of all uranium deposits still lie under Indian land today.
  • The AIM Occupation/Protest at Wounded Knee (1973).  This was a staged protest to expose police brutality, and the crowd succeeded at instigating it.
  • The Fish-ins and Sit-ins at Oregon & Maine (1980s).  Indians protested fishing quotas and lumber company activities on sacred ground.
  • The Consumer and Sporting Event Boycotts (1990s).  Indians protested use of Indian images and nicknames for products and athletic teams.
  • Though natives of this northern continent are taking action, they are standing up for their rights, it is obvious.  If change might impose on the lives of the lovely fair skinned Anglos or Europeans, then court rulings will remain in limbo.  The indeterminate state of affairs will be as the unwritten history, known and ignored. 

    On this Thanksgiving Day, as on those in the past, gluttony will live long and prosper.  The giving of thanks will often be a greedy endeavor.  Most Americans will enjoy prosperity, as the natives within this country go forgotten.  The original Americans will fret for freedoms lost.  They and their numerous and knowing compatriots will mourn, as another year of discrimination passes.  I wish them an their offspring authentic peace.  I pose no pretense of smoking the pipe.

    * While some may say, not all native North American tribes were loving, the Wampanoag practiced peace.  I would love to believe that wars on this land were a result of oppressive occupations; however, humans, sadly, can be a little too human for me.

    Please Walk a Mile in the Moccasins . . .

  • Thanksgiving is for Turkeys, Amerikkka Celebrates Genocide. Do or Die November 28, 1997
  • Be there! National Day of Mourning 2006. United American Indians of New England
  • The First Thanksgiving. Scholastic Incorporated
  • The “First Thanksgiving” at Plymouth. Pilgrim Hall Museum
  • The National Day of Mourning. Pilgrim Hall Museum
  • Thanksgiving.  A National Day of Mourning for Indians, By Moonanum James and Mahtowin Munro. Z Magazine. November 2006
  • Thanksgiving: A Day of Mourning By Roy Cook
  • Teaching Thanksgiving from a different perspective. Cable News Network. November 22, 2006
  • The Defining and Enabling Experience of Our “Civilization” The thanksgiving Myth, By S. Brian Willson. November 2005
  • Letter to James Duane, By George Washington  September 7, 1783
  • President Jefferson and the Indian Nations Monticello, The Home of Thomas Jefferson
  • Give Thanks No More: It’s Time for a National Day of Atonement. By strongwindsahead. The Rocky Mountain Resister November 22, 2005
  • Understanding Discrimination Against Indigenous Peoples and Native Americans. By Dr. Tom O’Connor. North Carolina Wesleyan College. December 30, 2005
  • Native Americans Will Mourn Thanksgiving, By Viji Sundaram, New America Media. November 23, 2006
  • 2000 Day of Mourning, Remember the Ancestors “Remember Wounded Knee 1890/1973/1990”,From Aaron Two Elk, AIM Florida. The People’s Voice. Tuesday, October 10, 2000

    Please peruse another wonderful assessment . . .

  • No Thanks to Thanksgiving, Robert Jensen, AlterNet November 23, 2006.
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