Wednesday, October 2, 2024

The International Day of Non-Violence Seems to be a Well Kept Secret

Note—The coincidence of two events, one ancient and one so new it seems tenuous inspires a two-fer of blog posts today.  Later as sunset nears we will consider Rosh Hashanah but we will start this morning with the International Day of Non-Violence.  We will leave it to you, gentle readers to consider the ramifications.  This post is reprinted from it’s original appearance in 2016 so forgive dated references.

Did you know October 2 is the International Day of Non-Violence?  Neither did I until stumbled on the information during my daily scrounging for something—any damn thing—to write about.  My first thought was that it is such a good idea that it is no wonder it is obscure.

It’s one of those United Nations observances.  Right away that makes it deeply suspect here in good ol U.S.A. where a huge chunk of the population is still convinced that UN black helicopters supported by the minions of Barack Hussein Obama are poised to swoop down and rip the guns from the hands of patriots.  But other UN holidays get better press even here—International Womens Day, International Childrens Day, the International Day of Indigenous Peoples Day—to name a few examples.

Maybe it’s because it is still pretty new and hasn’t had a chance to catch on—it was first observed in 2008 after being adopted General Assembly on June 15, 2007.  Apparently the ambassadors of several countries were asleep.  After all protest—even non-violent protest—is not popular with a wide range of dictatorships and or with oligarchies posing as democracies.  It’s law breaking and anarchy to most governments and only to be encouraged in the realms of one’s enemies.  Take the U.S. which got giddy in support of various color coded non-violent revolutions where the old Soviet Union held sway or about, at least at first the Arab Spring until it threatened to spread to our Saudi and oil rich Emirates pals, but shovels riot gear and arms to dozens of repressive regimes when those being repressed are on our own shit list.

 

Around the world non-violent protest is often met by brutal state repression.

And in an era of militarized police, free speech zones, the general criminalization of dissent, suppression of and spying on Black Lives Matter protests and organizers, the targeting of the amorphous Antifa movement, the militarization of Federal police agencies into something with more than a passing resemblance to a secret police,  alleged Free Speech Zones safely caged away from political conventions and campaign rallies, and an Il Duce impersonator in the White House it is pretty clear that there is no commitment to respecting non-violent protest at home, either.

The very origins of the UN observance are, after all, suspect.

 

                    Nobelist Shirin Ebadi's award has since been seized and stolen by the Iranian regime.

In 2003 Shirin Ebadi an Iranian lawyer, a former judge, human rights activist,  founder of Defenders of Human Rights Center in Iran, and Nobel Peace Prize Laureate met an  Indian teacher, Akshay Bakaya in Paris.  Bakaya brought her an idea that he said originated with his students—an international observance honoring non-violence as a tool for social change tied in some way to its greatest modern proponent, Mahatma Gandhi.

On January 30, 2004 while in Bombay, India for the World Social Forum, Ebadi first proposed that the date, also the anniversary of Gandhi’s assassination by Hindi extremists in 1948 be designated as an international day of non-violence.

 

                                   South African Anglican Arch Bishop and anti-Aparthied activist Desmond Tutu.

In tandem with South African Anglican Archbishop Desmond Tutu, Ebadi reiterated the proposal at the Satyagraha Conference at Delhi but changed the proposed date to October 2, Gandhi’s birthday which already was an Indian celebration known as Gandhi Jayanti.  The conference had been cosponsored by Tutu and Sonia Gandhi, President of the Indian National Congress Party.  The term satyagraha was coined and developed by Mahatma Gandhi and translates as insistence on truth or soul force. It is a philosophy and practice within the broader idea of non-violent resistance. 

With the support of the ruling Congress Party, India brought the idea to the U.N. General Assembly, which acted with unusual speed adopting the proposal on June 15 of the same year.  The resolution called on member states to commemorate October 2 in “an appropriate manner and disseminate the message of non-violence, including through education and public awareness.”

The first year celebration was marked by the issuance of a postal cachet by the United Nations Postal Administration in New York City which was used on all outgoing U.N. mail between October 2 and 31 of that year.

Since then celebrations in most countries outside of India and South Africa have been, at best, muted.

Perhaps that is because the Non-Violence promoted by the commemoration is not just a sort of vague warm fuzzy pacifism, but an active strategy for social change.  The U.N. puts it this way:

 

One key tenet of the theory of non-violence is that the power of rulers depends on the consent of the population, and non-violence therefore seeks to undermine such power through withdrawal of the consent and cooperation of the populace.

There are three main categories of non-violence action:

protest and persuasion, including marches and vigils;

non-cooperation; and

non-violent intervention, such as blockades and occupations.

Gee, that sounds like the last thing most regimes want to happen as Shirin Ebadi herself found out after her criticism of Iranian persecution of the Baha’i, other Iranian minorities, and dissidents when the Ayatollahs literally stole her Nobel Prize, French Légion d’honneur, and other international awards from her Tehran safety deposit box.  Her organization, the Center for the Defense of Human Rights  was raided and closed in 2008 and its employees were threatened and harassed.  Ebadi, her husband, and daughter were all targeted by the Revolutionary Guard and threatened with bogus charges.  She was forced into exile in London in 2009 and has lived there ever since still threatened by the regime back home.


 

It is a sad tale echoed by the experiences of many others around the world.

Maybe today is a good day to dust off this neglected celebration….in the streets.  Seems to me we now have plenty of reasons to do it….


 

Tuesday, October 1, 2024

Facing the Inevitable Crises de Jour and of a Life Time—Murfin Verse


Way back in 2013 I wrote a poem and posted it here.  It was in the midst of a crisis that seemed at the time to be an overwhelming and immediate danger but in comparison to what we have endured lately seems downright quaint.  As you may dimly remember back then the Republican Congress made good on its chest beating threats to let the government shut down rather than pass a routine raise in the Debt Limit because they were in a life-and-death struggle with Barack Obama over, you know, stuff.  Experts—all of the folks who will proclaim that they know what they are talking aboutwere predicting dire consequences up to and including a world economic collapse that would make the Great Depression look like your mommy forgot to put a Twinkie in your lunch box.

It turned out that after a few days of tourists being turned away from the monuments and museums on the National Mall, and some needy folks had some checks delayed, the bankers who hold the paper on the Republican Party applied some judicious leverage and presto! A deal was worked out, the debt limit was raised, and everything got back, more or less, to normal, whatever the hell that is.  President Obama once again holding no more than a pair of deuces took the pot from Mitch McConnell and Paul Ryan who had, you should excuse the strained metaphor, a full house.


Of course neither I nor anyone else knew the ultimate outcome that day nine years ago.  So I felt compelled to speak to the situation not with stunning and astute analysis buy with a damn poem.

It turns out that this one recycles usefully today.  And may again in the future….if we have a future.  There are always dire consequences at hand these days.  Take your pick!  Swap ‘em!  Collect ‘em!—precarious democracy and violent civic division; climate catastrophe de jure;  threats to women, immigrants and refugees, LGBYQ+ folks and any else who is “different;” maddening war, war, and more war;  the next gun massacre at home.   

Political poetry has the shelf life of sushi on a pushcart in Phoenix in August.  It has a long and noble history since the days when long satirical ballads were printed anonymously in partisan newspapers, through the righteous radicalism dripping with the blood of workers and peasants, to acid penned short pieces in the columns of Puck or The New Yorker.  This is none of those.  Read it fast before it evaporates from your screen.

 


This Morning

October 1, 2013

 

The sun rose this morning

            heedless of deadlines

            of wails and curses.

 

But that doesn’t mean

            we must sit idle

            with Zen-like equanimity.

 

The dew on the grass

            invites the first foot print.

 

The crystal air refreshes         

            our lungs.

 

The wind at our backs

            pushes us to action.

 

What they have done,

            is done.

 

What we will do

            is yet unwritten.

 

We have but one resolve—

            not to be pawns

            on their chessboard

            anymore.

 

—Patrick Murfin