THIS BLOG is NOW RETIRED

I began this blog in May 2009 following the death of Marcia Powell at Perryville State Prison in Goodyear, Arizona. It is not intended to prescribe the path that leads to freedom from the prison industrial complex.

Rather, these are just my observations in arguably the most racist, fascist, militaristic state in the nation at a critical time in history for a number of intersecting liberation movements. From Indigenous resistance to genocidal practices, to the fight over laws like SB1070 and the ban on Ethnic Studies, Arizona is at the center of many battles for human rights, and thus the struggle for prison abolition as well - for none are free until all are. I retired the blog in APRIL 2013.

Visit me now at Arizona Prison Watch or Survivors of Prison Violence-AZ

David Rovics: We Are Everywhere

To my fellow activists now struggling through life - let this be a reminder that you are not alone and that we desperately need you here. All the injustice, grief, war, and human suffering calls for us to stay and do everything we can about it - you can't help us anymore when you're gone. Don't give up the fight - your last shred of hope may just keep someone else alive, too.
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Wednesday, November 11, 2009

The Colonel's Daughter, War Resistance, and Honoring Veterans.

I am known in some circles (not mine) as The Colonel's Daughter. I'm an army brat, as they say. So I can't help but salute my own father today for doing what his conscience tells him to in order defend our nation and our liberties...I have as much conflict about his methods and angles as he would have with mine, I suspect. 

My intentions have been good, I think, but I haven't always been right. Nor has Dad. Both of us are usually sure the other is wrong, though. Still, though we're coming from different directions - on different routes, with different heroes and frames of reference (I refuse to even join a political party) - every time I look closely at him he's working on something to help build a more peaceful and just world. And that's been since his retirement.  

We made different life decisions, and while some may say we fall at opposite extremes of the political spectrum (few have ever seen my potential for volatility as he has), I think he's really an anti-racist, left-wing radical at heart, and I'm still trying to win him over. Don't tell him I said that, though - he'd hit the roof. We've aligned ourselves with "communists" and "terrorists" in my camp; Dad served liberty and justice as a Military Intelligence officer through most of his Army career.  There are very real grounds for a little tension there.

Anyway, much of the best in me still comes from the best in him, including the part of me that resists the authority his uniform represents. Dad's the one who taught us to exercise our constitutional liberties, which were the only things that would really protect our rights - all of which generations before us had bled and died for, and new ones were stepping up for. 

He showed us to fight with words and instead of guns whenever possible, impressing upon us the gravity of not only war, but violence. He forced much of my creativity that way. He persevered under the heavy fire of our adolescence - I don't know how we all made it through alive. We put on different colors to show our pride and have fought him in some way for most of half a century, really. Still, when it comes down to it, Dad's always been on our side. Mine and my big brother's that is. 

Now Dad's fighting another battle, one with cancer. I think whatever happens with it, though, he finally won the more important war: he seems more at peace than I've ever seen him before. I have only just begun to realize how much I take him for granted, and how deeply I will miss this man when he goes. We've been blessed in so many ways by him touching our lives.

So, that's my 2am Veterans' Day salute to my old man. It seemed to flow naturally from reading this brief editorial I snagged from a fellow in Oregon almost as soon as he put it up. Thanks, Mike. Short, simple, to the point - with "politics" aside, as much as can  possibly be done.

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As I See It: Honor veterans by hearing their stories (Nov. 11)


On Veterans Day we honor veterans, not war. Whatever your views about the rightness or wrongness of war or the particular wars we are engaged in, let us distinguish between the veterans and the policies that sent them to war. Veterans know war is not noble or heroic: It is ugly, violent, and destructive.

The reason we honor our veterans is because of their willingness to sacrifice. Veterans do not make the decisions that determine whether we go to war as a nation. Politicians do, and the people who elect them.

The price that war exacts is both costly in resources and fierce in its sacrifice of life and in wounds both physical and psychological. There are veterans and their families who are paying the price every day as they live and cope with physical disabilities. There are World War II veterans who cannot afford to pay for their medication and who are on waiting lists because the Veterans Affairs medical system is overwhelmed and cannot provide primary health care. There are homeless veterans and incarcerated veterans who for a myriad of reasons have found themselves on the margins of society.

Most veterans who serve are young men and women in their early adulthood and late teens. In war, it is most often they and their families who are most directly affected and who will live with the consequences. They deserve and have earned the benefits they receive. There is a moral obligation on the part of the nation to assist those who served on our behalf in whatever way they need.

Veterans are a diverse group with rich experience and have a lot to contribute. You will find them in all walks of life. These veterans live and work in our community. They are our neighbors and family members.

There are hundreds of veterans and family members now attending classes at Oregon State University and Linn-Benton Community College. The woman barista at the Beanery may have served in Iraq, as well as the dentist you go to.

Talk to a veteran this Veterans Day. Ask him or her to talk with you about their experiences. In doing so, you will give honor to their service.

Mike DeMaio of Corvallis served in the U.S. Marine Corps in Vietnam, from 1967 to 1968 as a squad leader with G Company, Second Battalion, Fourth Marines. He is a retired therapist and worked for 17 years as trauma counselor at the Veterans Outreach Center in Salem. He can be reached at 541-758-5649,or by e-mail at mikeangyo@gmail.com.

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