Miriam,
Actually, my Ancestors were the Invaders who avoided being killed or
tortured. Not that they were above such things themselves.
But mostly they were simple tillers of the land or miners sweating in
the tunnels...a job I would never be good at since I am gripped by
terror just thinking of dropping down into a mine. I would also never
be good at exploring caves. And I tried picking sweet cherries...one
time. I clambered up a 30 foot swinging ladder with a bucket for the
cherries. I was so busy hanging onto that wobbly ladder with both
hands...and with my knees, that I had nothing left with which to pick
the cherries. I climbed down the ladder just as the field boss came
running up asking me what was the matter. "That," I said, pointing to
the ladder, "That is the problem. That tree is too darn tall." Pie
cherries were good because they grew on much shorter trees. Beans and
strawberries, and raspberries were all properly grown within easy
reach while standing on or near the ground.
Carl Jarvis
On 5/29/19, Miriam Vieni <miriamvieni@xxxxxxxxxxxxx> wrote:
Carl,
I've started reading, "These Truths", by Jill Leper, a popular book about
American history which is on BARD. She says that the revolution started
earlier than we think and took a lot longer. It began with the native people
rebelling against the invaders. Your ancestors, who got here early, were the
invaders, and they didn't always receive a warm welcome. There was scalping
and being tortured alive, torture, like being burned alive or having one's
flesh cut piece by piece from one's bones while one was alive.
Interestingly, she says that the Spanish wanted to invade and conquer while
the English wanted to settle and domesticate the natives. But somehow, the
English did not have the peaceful settling experience that they envisioned.
I did hear Democracy Now today. That guy was apparently arrested as revenge
for the report that his group printed about what the border patrol is
doing.
Miriam
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Subject: [blind-democracy] good thing my people got here early
Scott Warren to be tried for human compassion. Could get 20 years.
Makes you sort of proud to be part of a nation that "helps" prevent people
from suffering by allowing them to die.
*****
Scott Warren visits the site of now-closed copper mines outside Ajo, Ariz.,
on July 10, 2018. Photo: Laura Saunders for The Intercept
04/Ryan-Devereaux_avatar_1524960779-1524960779.
Ryan Devereaux
May 4 2019, 5:00 a.m.
1A SLOW-MOTION DISASTER
SCOTT WARREN HAS a checklist he goes through every time he finds a body in
the desert. The earthly components are straightforward. Log the GPS
coordinates.
Take photographs and notes. Scour the brush for more bones and pull together
all the data pertinent to the investigation that local authorities will, in
theory, initiate once they arrive. These elements are basic
evidence-gathering. But for Warren, the process doesn’t end there.
Warren believes that these moments merit an acknowledgement of humanity. And
so, after years of recoveries, the 36-year-old has developed a modest ritual
for the grim encounters. He goes quiet, lowers himself to the earth,
collects the dirt around him, and then lets the soil pour through his
fingers. The point, Warren says, is to take a moment to reflect or, as he
puts it, “hold space.” It may not sound like much, but for him, this process
and everything that attends to it is as sacred as anything one might find in
a conventional house of God.
When a person dies, Warren believes, some extra-physical element of them
remains, dwelling in the place where they passed. In the last six years,
Warren has communed with the dead no fewer than 16 times in the desert
outside Ajo, the tiny Arizona border town he calls home. Those bodies and
fragmented sets of human remains have served as his window into the
slow-motion disaster unfolding in the borderlands, one in which U.S.
government policy funnels migrants into the desert, creating a black hole of
disappearance and death of historic proportions.
In response, Warren has helped convene a network of Arizona humanitarian aid
volunteers with roots that go back decades. Through sweat-drenched marches
deep into the Sonoran Desert, this collective has expanded access to water
and medical aid in one of the border’s deadliest and most remote corridors,
and fueled a historic increase in the number of bodies accounted for there.
Even for those who can’t be saved, the finding of human remains opens the
door for bodies to be returned to grief-stricken families, providing answers
to painful questions. In an alternate universe, one could imagine the
efforts of Warren and his cohort being the kind of thing a society might
actively support, or even prioritize. But that’s not what is happening in
Arizona right now.
Aid Worker Faces 20 Years in Prison for Providing Water and Shelter to
Immigrants
