Wednesday, April 27, 2016

On The 41st Anniversary Of The Fall Of Saigon (Ho Chi Minh City)-Vietnam At The End- The American End- An Insider’s Story- Frank Snepp’s “Decent Interval”- A Book Review


On The 41st Anniversary Of The Fall Of Saigon (Ho Chi Minh City)-Vietnam At The End- The American End- An Insider’s Story- Frank Snepp’s “Decent Interval”- A Book Review
 

 

Book Review

Decent Interval: An Insider’s Account Of Saigon’s Indecent End Told By The CIA’s Chief Strategy Analyst In Vietnam, Frank Snepp, Random House, New York, 1977

Sometimes a picture is in fact better than one thousand words. In this case the famous, or infamous depending on one’s view, photograph of the last American “refugees” being evacuated from the American Embassy in Saigon (now, mercifully, Ho Chi Minh City) tells more about that episode of American imperial hubris that most books. Still, as is the case with this little gem of a book, ex- CIA man Frank Snepp’s insider account of that fall from the American side, it is nice to have some serious analytical companionship to that photo. Moreover, a book that gives numerous details about what happened to who in those last days in a little over five hundred pages. Naming names about who the good guys and bad guys really were (from the American imperial perspective. Especially now, as two or three later generations only see Vietnam through the hoary eyes of old veterans, both military and radical anti-war, from that period like me (a veteran in both senses) to tell the tale.

Naturally, a longtime CIA man who in a fit of his own hubris decided, in effect, to blow the whistle on the American fiasco, has got his own axes to grind, and his own agenda for doing so. Bearing that in mind this is a fascinating look at that last period of American involvement in Vietnam from just after the 1973 cease-fire went into place until that last day of April in 1975 when the red flag flew over Saigon after a thirty plus year struggle for national liberation. For most Americans the period after the withdrawal of the last large contingents of U.S. troops from combat in 1972 kind of put paid to that failed experiment in “nation-building”-American-style.

For the rest of us who wished to see the national liberation struggle victorious we only had a slight glimmer that sometime was afoot until fairly late- say the beginning of 1975, although the rumor mill was running earlier. So Mr. Snepp’s book is invaluable to fill in the blanks for what the U.S., the South Vietnamese and the North Vietnamese were doing, or not doing.

Snepp’s lively account, naturally, centers on the American experience and within that experience the conduct of the last ambassador to Saigon, Graham Martin. Snepp spares no words to go after Martin’s perfidious and maniacal role, especially in the very, very last days when the North Vietnamese were sweeping almost unopposed into Saigon. But there is more, failures of intelligence, some expected, others just plain wrong, some missteps about intentions, some grand-standing and some pure-grade rancid anti-communist that fueled much of the scene.

And, of course, no story of American military involvement any place is complete without plenty of material about, well the money. From Thieu’s military needs (and those of his extensive entourage) to the American military (and their insatiable need for military hardware), to various American administrations and their goals just follow the money trail and you won’t be far off the scent. And then that famous, or infamous, photograph of that helicopter exit from the roof of the American Embassy in just a nick of time makes much more sense. Nice work, Frank Snepp. The whistleblower’s art is not appreciated but always needed. Just ask heroic convicted whistle-blower Private Chelsea Manning or exiled Edward Snowden.

*****Got Them Down-Hearted Blues-With The Empress Of The Blues Bessie Smith In Mind

*****Got Them Down-Hearted Blues-With The Empress Of The Blues Bessie Smith In Mind  







From The Pen Of Sam Eaton



Sure 1920s guys, gals too, black guys, black gals sweating out their short, brutalized lives on Mister’s 28,000 acres of the best bottomland along the river in Mississippi or some such number of acres,  probably it didn't matter to have an official count on the acres to them because all of the land went endlessly to the horizon and the work too had plenty to have the blues about. Had suffered the double whack of having to put up with Mister's Mister James Crow laws to boot which only added to the misery of those endless acres. Sure maybe some woe begotten poor white trash down in hard-boiled Appalachia in those famed hills and hollows had plenty of blues too although they did not call them that even in those few integrated evenings when the whole town went to Rence Jackson's dirty red barn in need of a serious paint job but this is about the blues, the musical blues and not some general social issues commentary. So those “no account” whites don’t play a role here at this time, don't play except as devotes of generic old country British Isles ballads like the ones collected by Francis Child back in the 1850s which thrilled the Brahmins of Brattle Street on a wild utilitarian Saturday night. Actually whites in general don't play a role in the blues since their access to such songs by the likes of the various Blinds, Robert Johnson, and the belting barrelhouse mamas would be minimal in an age when "race" record pieced everybody off into their own tangent. They will not play a role until the music heads north in a generation, or so,  and the “white negro” hipsters (to use big daddy Norman Mailer’s term for the little daddies who hung around the back streets of cool, Harlem 125th Street cool at that time), “beats (to use Jack Kerouac term hustled from some dead-pan beat down hustler, a white negro hipster if it came right down to it named Huncke via high brow John Clellon Holmes for Christ sake),” folkies (to use the Lomaxes’, father and son, expression), college students (to use oh I don’t know the U.S. Department of Education’s expression), and assorted others (junkies, grifters, midnight sifters, drifters on the wing, winos trying to sober up, good time prostitutes, the denizens of Hayes-Bickford's, the Automat, places like that, no hip as a rule) decided that that beat in their heads had Mother Africa who spawned us all had to be investigated but all that indeed was later.

Like I said the real blues aficionados, if only by default, had their say, had their lyrics almost written for them by the events of everyday human existence what with talking in their own "code words" about how Mister and his Mister James Crow laws fitted him, Mister, and his just fine at the expense of those black guys, their women and their righteous children (righteous when they, his children and their children smote the dragon come freedom summer times, come Mississippi and Alabama too goddamn times but that is a story for their generations to tell I want to talk about the great-grand pa’s and ma’s and their doings).

Here is how the scene played out as near as I can figure from a wide-ranging reading of most of the lyrics from that time (and always remember when you speak of "blues," speak of the folk in general this is mostly an oral tradition handed down and bastardized as it gotten handed down so there are very few definitive lyrics but rather more a sense of what miseries were being talked about. How Mister James Crow said every day of the week, even the Lord’s Day, Sunday that if you were black, get back, if you were white and right you were alright and proved it by separate this and separate that, keeping his street clear of stray “negros,” yeah, with small “n” if he was being kind that day, another today socially not acceptable expression if not, telling the brethren to go here, not go there, look this way but not that (and by all means not peeking at his womenfolk), walk there but not here, or face nooses and slugs for his troubles.

So yeah the blues almost cried out to be the order of things. Working all day for chump change in Mister’s fields or worse share-cropper-ing and having Mister take the better portion and leaving the leavings he didn’t want, meaning what he couldn’t sell to his profit as the rest.

Yeah, so there is no way that black guys could not have had the blues back then except some old nappy Tom who didn’t get the word but they were far fewer than you might think the others just fumed at who knows what psychic costs (now too but that in dealt with by the step-child of the blues, maybe second step-child via in your face if there is space hip-hop nations, the angry ones who put words to the rages of the modern “post racial” American society that somebody has jerked them around with lately). Hey and to Mister’s miseries, very real, very scary when the nightriders came, woman trouble (maybe at night the worse kind of trouble if Mister wasn’t in your face all day with her where you been, do this, do that, put it right here, put it right there), trouble with Sheriff Law (stay off the sidewalks, keep your head down, stay down in the bottom lands or else) and trouble with Long Skinny Jones if you mess with his woman, get your own (or face his razor and gun down on Black Mountain).

Plenty of stuff to sing about come Saturday night after dark at Smilin’ Billy’s juke joint complete with his home-made brew, freshly batched, which insured that everybody would be at Preacher Jack’s  Sunday service to have their sins, lusts, greeds, avarices, covets, swaggers, cuts, from the night before (or maybe just minutes before) washed clean under the threat of damnation and worse, worse for listening to the “devil’s music” (funny because come the white rock and roll teen explosion a generation later Mister, some Mister, said that too was the devil’s music which confused those clean cut angelic angst-filled teens although not enough to stop listening to Satan and his siren song) by a guy like Charley Patton, Son House (who had the worst of both worlds being a sinner, loving his whiskey more than somewhat which Howlin’ Wolf took him to task for down in Newport one year in the early 1960s at a jam session, and a preacher man), Lucky Quick, Sleepy John, Robert J, and lots of hungry boys who wanted to get the hell out from under Mister and his Mister James Crow laws by singing the blues and making them go away.          

That’s the guys, black guys and they had a moment, a country blues moment back in the 1920s and early 1930s when guys, white guys usually as far as I know, from small label record companies like Paramount, RCA, the radio company looking to feed the hours on their stations with stuff people would listen to (could listen to in short wave range times and hence regional roots work). They were agents who were parlaying two ideas together getting black people, black people with enough money  (and maybe a few white hipsters, Village, North Beach, Old Town denizens tired of the same old, same old if they were around and if they were called that before the big 1950s “beat” thing), buy, in this case, “race records,” that they might have heard on that self-same radio, nice economics, scoured the South looking for talent and found plenty in the Delta (and on the white side of that same coin plenty in the Southern hill-billy mountains, and hills and hollows too).

But those black blues brothers were not what drove the race label action back then since the rural poor had no money for radios or records for the most part and it was the black women singers who got the better play, although they if you look at individual cases suffered under the same Mister James Crow ethos that the black guys did. There they were though singing barrelhouse was what it was called mostly, stuff with plenty of double meanings about sex and about come hither availability and too about the code that all Southern blacks lived under. And the subjects. Well, the subjects reflected those of the black guys in reverse, two-timing guys, guys who would cut their women up as soon as look at them, down-hearted stuff when some Jimmy took off with his other best girl leaving her flat-footed, the sins of alcohol and drugs (listen to Victoria Spivey sometime on sister cocaine and any number of Smiths on gin), losing your man to you best friend. Some sound advice too like Sippy Wallace’s don’t advertise your man, and some bad advice about cutting up your no good man and taking the big step-off that awaited you, it is all there to be listened to.   

And the queen, the self-anointed queen, no, better you stay with the flow of her moniker, the empress, of barrelhouse blues was Bessie Smith, who sold more records than anybody else if nothing else. But there is more to her claim than mere record sales since she left a treasure trove of songs, well over two hundred before her untimely early death in the mid-1930s (untimely in the Mister James Crow South after an car accident and they would not admit an empress for chrissakes into a nearby white hospital, yes, rage, rage against the night unto the nth generation-black lives matter).

Guys, sophisticated guys, city guys, black guys mainly, guys like Fletcher Henderson, Tin Pan Alley kind of guys in places like high holy Harlem and Memphis, Saint Louis would write stuff for her, big fat sexy high white note sax and chilly dog trombone players would back her up and that was that. Sure Memphis Minnie could wag the dog’s tail with her lyrics about every kind of working guy taking care of her need (and you know she needed a little sugar in her bowl just like Bessie and a million, million other women, and a quick listen to any of a dozen such songs will tell you what that need was or you can figure it out and if you can’t you had better move on), the various other Smiths could talk about down-hearted stuff, about the devil’s music get the best of them, Sippy Wallace could talk about no good men, Ivy Stone could speak about being turned out in the streets to “work” the streets when some guy left town, address unknown, and Victoria Spivey could speak to the addictions that brought a good girl down but Bessie could run it all.

From down-hearted blues, killing her sorrows with that flask of gin, working down to bed-bug flop houses, thoughts of killing that no good bastard who left her high and dry, seeing a good Hustlin’ Dan man off to the great yonder after losing that bout with TB coughing, blowing high and heavy in the thick of the Jazz Age with the prince of wails, looking for a little sugar in her bowl, and every conceivable way to speak of personal sorrows.

Let me leave it like this for now with two big ideas. First if you have a chance go on YouTube and listen and watch while she struts her stuff on Saint Louis Woman all pain, pathos and indignity as her good man throws her over for, well, the next best thing. That will tell you why in her day she was the Empress. The other is this-if you have deep down sorrows, some man or woman left you high and dry, maybe you need a fixer man for what ails you, you have deep-dyed blues that won’t quite unless you have your medicine then you have to dust off your Billie Holiday records and get well. But if the world just has you by the tail for a moment, or things just went awry but maybe you can see the light of day then grab the old Bessie Vanguard Record or later Columbia Record multiple albums (four double record sets from beginning to end) and just start playing you won’t want to turn the thing off once Bessie gets under your skin.

That’s what I done more than once when I was down on my luck living in flea-bitten rooming house in a cold-water flat with me and my bed, bureau, desk and chair and a battered old RCA record player and just let it wail, let the fellow stew-ball tenants usually behind on their rents anyway howl against the night. Bessie was on the square.                

*****The Latest From The Justice For Lynne Stewart Website

*****The Latest From The Justice For Lynne Stewart Website
 
 

 Click below to link to the Justice For Lynne Stewart website
http://lynnestewart.org/

Although Lynne Stewart has been released by “Uncle” on medical grounds since last winter (2014) after an international campaign to get her adequate medical attention her case should still be looked at as an especially vindictive ploy on the part of the American government in post-9/11 America to tamp down on attorneys (and others concerned about the fate of "los olvidados," the forgotten ones, the forgotten political prisoners)  who  have been zealously defending their unpopular clients (and political prisoners). A very chilling effect on the legal profession and elsewhere as I have witnessed on too many occasions when legal assistance is desperately needed. As a person who is committed to doing political prisoner defense work I have noted how few such “people’s lawyers” there around to defend the voiceless, the framed and “the forgotten ones.” There are not enough, there are never enough such lawyers around and her disbarment by the New York bar is an added travesty of justice surrounding the case. 


Back in the 1960s and early 1970s there were, relatively speaking, many Lynne Stewarts. Some of this reflecting the radicalization of some old-time lawyers who hated what was going in America with its prison camp mentality and it’s seeking out of every radical, black or white but as usual especially black revolutionaries, it could get its hands on.  Hell, who hated that in many cases their sons and daughters were being sent to the bastinado. But mostly it was younger lawyers, lawyers like Lynne Stewart, who took on the Panther cases, the Chicago cases, the Washington cases, the military cases (which is where I came to respect such “people’s lawyers” as I was working with anti-war GIs at the time and we needed, desperately needed, legal help to work our way in the arcane military “justice” system then, and now witness Chelsea Manning) who learned about the class-based nature of the justice system. And then like a puff those hearty lawyers headed for careers and such and it was left for the few Lynne Stewarts to shoulder on. Probably the clearest case of that shift was with the Ohio Seven (two, Jann Laamann and Tom Manning, who are still imprisoned) in the 1980s, working-class radicals who would have been left out to dry without Lynne Stewart. Guys and gals who a few years before would have been heralded as front-line anti-imperialist fighters like thousands of others were then left out to dry. Damn.      

Boston Socialist Unity Conference-April 30th


Boston Socialist Unity Conference-April 30th




A VIew From The Left -Defend the Gains of the Cuban Revolution!-Obama Pushes Counterrevolution in Cuba

Workers Vanguard No. 1087
8 April 2016
 
Defend the Gains of the Cuban Revolution!-Obama Pushes Counterrevolution in Cuba

Early in his March 22 speech at Havana’s Gran Teatro, President Barack Obama quoted from a poem by 19th-century Cuban nationalist leader José Martí, offering his audience a “white rose” of friendship and peace. The real symbol for his talk, which was broadcast throughout Cuba, is the Venus flytrap.
For five and a half decades, the U.S. imperialists have tried through various means to smash the social revolution that expelled them from Cuba and expropriated capitalist property: economic embargo, the 1961 Bay of Pigs invasion and countless terrorist acts by CIA-trained gusano exiles, assassination plots against Fidel Castro including poisoned cigars. Declaring that such methods were “not working,” Obama sang of reconciliation and the glories of democracy and free enterprise. This was simply an updated formula for overturning the Cuban Revolution through promoting pro-imperialist “dissidents” and subverting the nationalized economy, a strategy buttressed by overwhelming American military might. For Obama as for his predecessors, “reconciliation” means nothing other than restoring capitalist slavery and again subjecting Cuba’s workers and peasants to bloody imperialist domination.
Most Cubans are aware of such hallmarks of U.S. “democracy” as homelessness, people without medical care, black people wantonly gunned down by cops, youth smothered by college debt. Despite Cuba’s material scarcity, its collectivized economy has provided housing, jobs and free medical care, including abortion, and education for all. Obama represents American bourgeois democracy—a form of the dictatorship of the tiny class of capitalists over the many they exploit and oppress. In imperialist countries like the U.S., it is based on the superprofits the ruling class accrues through plunder of the more backward parts of the planet. In Cuba, bourgeois democracy is a program for capitalist counterrevolution, which would propel the masses into the kind of vast inequality and miserable poverty that define life in its neocolonial Caribbean neighbors.
The U.S. Imperialist-in-Chief has won some popularity on the island—and at home—by moving to normalize relations with Cuba. Obama was applauded during his speech when he spoke of ending the starvation embargo. That embargo remains in place with slight modifications, along with the U.S. military detention-torture center at Guantánamo Bay (which Obama did not bother to mention). Down with the embargo! U.S. out of Guantánamo!
The audience went silent when Obama praised the exiles who consider Cuba their “true home”—i.e., the Miami-based rabble that fled from Castro’s rebel army along with the despised dictator Fulgencio Batista in 1959, supplemented by those who left after the nationalization of private property in 1960-61. The Cuban exiles and their U.S. godfathers would do anything to get their hotels, plantations and rum distilleries back. A hero for the exile pack is Luis Posada Carriles, a Bay of Pigs veteran wanted in Cuba for engineering the 1976 bombing of a Cubana airliner, which killed 73 people, and for a 1997 hotel bombing. Posada Carriles, who lives freely in Miami along with his fellow gusanos (worms), represents the sort of reactionary terror in store for Communists and militant workers if capitalist counterrevolution were to succeed.
Up Against the Imperialist Beast
We Trotskyists stand for the unconditional military defense of Cuba and its revolutionary social gains against imperialism and capitalist counterrevolution. At the same time, we oppose the rule of the nationalist Stalinist bureaucracy, which has always excluded the working class from political power and promoted the fallacy of building “socialism” in a single country, in this case a resource-poor island 90 miles from U.S. imperialism’s shores. (On the development of our understanding of the Cuban Revolution, see page 2.) To eradicate poverty and all forms of oppression requires material abundance, which would end the struggle of each against all. That goal can be reached only after a series of socialist revolutions internationally, especially in the U.S. This will lay the basis for a global planned economy that will utilize and further develop the advanced technology and resources today controlled by the imperialist powers.
Particularly after the demise of the Soviet Union broke its economic lifeline, Cuba has suffered economic stagnation. With Cuba destitute and facing the U.S. economic blockade, in the early 1990s the ruling Communist Party loosened some restrictions on private enterprise and encouraged tourism and other businesses that could attract foreign currency. Such moves have accelerated more recently under Raúl Castro, while ties with the U.S. have also grown stronger. There is more travel between the two countries and bank transactions are easier.
We uphold the right of the Cuban deformed workers state to enter into diplomatic and economic relations with any country it chooses. Increases in small-scale private enterprises and commercial and financial ties to U.S. and other imperialist corporations do not amount to the piecemeal restoration of capitalism. However, they do bring the danger of undermining the collectivized economy and strengthening internal counterrevolutionary forces.
Obama’s call for ending the embargo is on behalf of a growing section of corporate America that wants to set up shop in Cuba, where their competitors from Europe and elsewhere have been doing business. Meanwhile, internal pro-imperialist forces are being fostered by the U.S. Agency for International Development and the National Endowment for Democracy (NED), which bankrolled anti-Communist dissidents in the former Soviet bloc and does the same today in the remaining Stalinist-ruled workers states. In addition to groups pushing “independent” journalism and using the demand for Internet access as a rallying cry against the Castro regime, the NED funds an outfit called Supporting Independent Unions in Cuba, which harks back to “free trade unions” that ran point for the CIA during the Cold War.
The recently reopened U.S. Embassy in Havana will no doubt be a hive of activity for such forces, which are also being bolstered by the Catholic church. Emulating his 16th-century Jesuit forebears, Pope Francis visited Cuba last year, helping prepare the ground for the would-be conquistador Obama. The Vatican’s influence in Cuba is a particularly dire threat to women given its die-hard opposition to abortion and contraception.
In badgering the Cuban government about (unnamed) political prisoners, the American media dutifully ignored those locked up in the U.S. “incarceration nation.” The press went on to make much of the arrest in Havana of some 50 members of “Ladies in White” prior to Obama’s visit. That organization was formed in 2003 in support of imprisoned relatives who were associated with the Varela petition campaign, which demanded the right of private enterprise, amnesty for political prisoners and “free elections.” These demands amounted to a call for “democratic” counterrevolution—the electoral rise to power of capitalist-restorationist forces. We defend the Havana regime’s imprisonment of active collaborators with U.S. imperialism. But we oppose the repression of critics or political opponents who defend the revolution and its social gains, such as the imprisonment of Cuban Trotskyists in the early 1960s.
We are for workers democracy. Our program calls for political revolution in Cuba to place power in the hands of workers and peasants councils (soviets). Led by a Leninist-Trotskyist party, such a regime would support the fight for workers revolution throughout the Americas. This is the only way to defeat the forces of capitalist counterrevolution once and for all and to open the road to Cuba’s further development toward socialism.
U.S. Jailer-in-Chief Sings a Freedom Song
In many respects, Obama was the man for the job of opening the door into Cuba. The president, who had given U.S. imperialism a face-lift after the Bush years, talked music and sports with his Communist Party hosts while writing a prescription for assisted suicide for the workers state. Furthermore, breaking bread with the Cuban government now plays well at home, where the bulk of a younger generation of Cuban Americans favors bilateral relations, unlike their rabidly anti-Communist fathers and grandfathers.
Obama’s Havana speech was pure imperial arrogance and cynicism. The same man who has led a vendetta against courageous whistle-blowers like Chelsea Manning and Edward Snowden taunted the Cuban regime for not being more open and tolerant. Likewise, he pointed to the supposedly high U.S. living standards attained “because workers can organize”—after two terms of waging war against teachers and other unionized public employees, furthering the decades-long decline of American workers’ wages and living conditions. But it was downright obscene when he pointed to himself as a prime example of what people with dark skin can aspire to in the U.S. After intoning that Cubans as well as Americans can “trace their heritage to both slaves and slave-owners,” Obama said that he is “able to stand here today as an African-American and as President of the United States.”
As president, Obama has deported over 2.5 million immigrants and has overseen the continuing mass incarceration of mainly blacks and Latinos, the racist cop terror against black people that has impelled thousands to protest in the streets and the horrors of life in the ghettos, including infant mortality rates comparable to many impoverished Third World countries (and far worse than in Cuba). Apparently Obama felt comfortable in Havana echoing his pronouncement from the halcyon days of his 2008 election that racism was 90 percent of the way gone in the U.S. Today, he steers away from striking this “post-racial” theme on U.S. soil, where it is such an obvious lie. The legacy of chattel slavery lives on in American capitalist society, in which the mass of the black population is forcibly segregated at the bottom.
The Cuban Revolution took a huge step toward overcoming the island’s own history of slavery and racial segregation by expropriating capitalist property. In a country where two-thirds of the population is black or mixed-race, blacks benefited disproportionately from efforts to raise the living standards of the poor. It is no accident that almost all those who fled the revolution were white. Despite vestiges of racism, Cuba is far more racially integrated than the U.S., and intermarriage between whites and blacks is commonplace.
In facing down the American rulers, the revolution inspired many black militants in the U.S. who were fighting for their own liberation. A number of them found refuge from U.S. government persecution in Cuba, including Robert F. Williams. As head of the NAACP in Monroe, North Carolina, Williams organized black armed self-defense against KKK terror. He visited Cuba in 1960, getting a first-hand look at the revolution. Expelled from the NAACP by its legalistic, middle-class leaders and hounded by the FBI, in 1961 Williams escaped to Cuba. There he broadcast “Radio Free Dixie,” until it was shut down after Williams developed political differences with the Stalinist regime.
More recently, Cuba has been a safe haven for Assata Shakur, a Black Liberation Army member who was victimized in a racist frame-up for the 1973 killing of a New Jersey state trooper. After escaping prison, Shakur fled to Cuba, where she has lived for more than 30 years since being granted political asylum. The Cuban government has refused repeated demands to extradite her. Hands off Assata Shakur!
In a stinging rebuke to Obama (“Brother Obama,” Granma, 27 March), Fidel Castro recounted the imperialists’ dirty tricks against Cuba and pointed to some of the revolution’s achievements, not least for black people. His letter also recounted the Cuban Army’s heroic and successful struggle in Angola beginning in 1975 against the military forces of apartheid South Africa, whose white-supremacist rulers were backed to the hilt by the U.S. Castro’s rebuff to Obama calls for raising a glass of fine Cuban rum (except it’s still banned here). That said, the statement closing his letter that Cuba is “capable of producing the food and material riches we need” through its own efforts is simply absurd. Castro’s nationalist glorification of autarky is a recipe for continued impoverishment on the island, which has almost no industrial base and counts doctors among its chief exports.
A level of inequality persists in Cuba because of material scarcity, reinforced by backward technology and national isolation and compounded by Stalinist mismanagement. The loosening of the nationalized economy has aggravated racial disparities. On the whole, black Cubans were not well placed to benefit from the opening up of businesses like tourism, where lighter-skinned people are often favored in jobs dealing directly with foreign clientele. Furthermore, remittances from overseas overwhelmingly go to white Cubans, who are more likely to have wealthier relatives abroad. Washington has recently relaxed the limits on such remittances, which give a layer of white Cubans a big leg up in starting businesses on the island.
Growing imperialist economic penetration and social inequality serve to continually reinforce pro-capitalist tendencies within Cuba and to undermine popular support for the revolution. Trying to exploit divisions between black, white and mixed-race Cubans, the NED has turned on its spigot for “activists” supposedly promoting racial integration on the island. Obama preaches that U.S. efforts are meant to “lift up” black Cubans. To see what awaits oppressed layers following capitalist restoration, one need only look at East Europe and the former Soviet Union after counterrevolution a quarter-century ago. The return of the profit system devastated working people’s lives and brought massive ethnic bloodletting, violent persecution of immigrants and Roma (Gypsies) and a full-bore assault on basic rights for women.
For Proletarian Internationalism
Following his trip to Cuba, the first by a U.S. president in almost 90 years, Obama flew to Argentina in support of the recently installed right-wing president Mauricio Macri. His visit occurred 40 years to the day after a military coup led by General Jorge Videla ushered in a reign of terror against leftists and union militants, many of them supporters of Fidel Castro and Che Guevara. The Argentine junta was backed to the hilt by Washington, which three years earlier had helped engineer the coup in Chile that overthrew Salvador Allende’s bourgeois Popular Unity government and drowned the combative proletariat in blood. The Videla regime systematically tortured and slaughtered thousands in Argentina’s “dirty war”—a favorite method was to throw prisoners from airplanes into the Atlantic. The widely disseminated photo of Obama and Macri “honoring” the junta’s victims could suitably be captioned: “In Memory of a Mission Accomplished.”
Obama is clearly seeking to firm up U.S. imperialism’s hold over its Latin American “backyard.” By tightening the screws on oil-rich Venezuela, Washington aims to get rid of the troublesome bourgeois-populist government led by Nicolás Maduro, successor to Hugo Chávez (see “Venezuela in Crisis,” WV No. 1084, 26 February). This policy is also designed to further squeeze Cuba, which has been relying on cheap oil from Venezuela. Revolutionaries in the U.S. must oppose these and all other machinations of their imperialist rulers. But Marxists do not give political support to nationalist populists or other bourgeois forces, which are enemies of the fight for proletarian revolution.
As with all Stalinist regimes, the Havana bureaucracy opposes the perspective of revolutionary proletarian internationalism, instead looking to supposedly friendly bourgeois regimes to act as a counterweight to American imperialism. The Castroites’ anti-revolutionary program was made unmistakably clear in regard to Nicaragua after the masses smashed the Somoza dictatorship in 1979, shattering the state apparatus and opening the road to a social revolution. We said at the time: “Defend, complete, extend the Nicaraguan revolution!” But Fidel Castro advised the petty-bourgeois Sandinista government to “avoid the early mistakes we made in Cuba: the political rejection by the West, premature frontal attacks on the bourgeoisie, economic isolation.”
The counterrevolutionary destruction of the Soviet Union, which had been undermined by decades of Stalinist mismanagement and betrayal, confirmed the futility of trying to construct “socialism in one country,” whose necessary corollary is the quest for “peaceful coexistence” with imperialism. As Bolshevik leader Leon Trotsky wrote in The Revolution Betrayed (1936), his classic work on the Soviet Stalinist bureaucracy:
“The longer the Soviet Union remains in a capitalist encirclement, the deeper runs the process of the degeneration of the social fabric. A prolonged isolation would inevitably end not in national communism, but in a restoration of capitalism….
“On the historic order of the day stands not the peaceful socialist development of ‘one country,’ but a long series of world disturbances: wars and revolutions. Disturbances are inevitable also in the domestic life of the Soviet Union.”
Trotsky continued: “The working class will be compelled in its struggle for socialism to debureaucratize the bureaucracy. On the tomb of the latter will be inscribed the epitaph: ‘Here lies the theory of socialism in one country’.”
The alternatives Trotsky spelled out for the USSR, which was an industrial and military power, are doubly and triply the case for Cuba. The isolated and impoverished Cuban deformed workers state will not forever be able to withstand the immense economic and military pressures exerted by the U.S. and the capitalist world market dominated by the imperialists. Genuine defense of the Cuban Revolution against imperialism demands a revolutionary internationalist perspective. The fight against Stalinist misrule in Cuba must be linked to the struggle to destroy U.S. imperialism from within through workers socialist revolution. The key requirement for victory is the building of revolutionary workers parties as sections of a reforged Fourth International.

A View From The Left-How Can We Continue the Political Revolution? Meeting!

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Usually when I post something from some other source, mostly articles and other materials that may be of interest to the radical public that I am trying to address I place the words “ A View From The Left” in the headline and let the subject of the article speak for itself, or let the writer speak for him or herself without further comment whether I agree with the gist of what is said or not. After all I can write my own piece if some pressing issue is at hand. I do so here.     



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*From The Pages Of "Workers Vanguard"- Full Citizenship Rights For All Immigrants!- A Guest Commentary

Click on the headline to link to a "Workers Vanguard" article, dated April 27, 2007 in defense of full citizenship rights for all immigrants.

Markin comment:

In a country that has seen many successive waves of mass immigration from all corners of this earth the demand in the headline and as detailed in the article seems like the beginning of wisdom rather than the "red meat" issue that the right-wing yahoos have made it.

*From The Pages Of "Workers Vanguard"- On The Anti-Immigant Minutemen

Click on the title to link to an on line copy of the "Workers Vanguard" article on the subject mentioned in the headline.

“Victory To The Fast-Food Workers......Fight For $15 Is Just A Beginning-All Labor Must Support Our Sisters And Brothers

“Victory To The Fast-Food Workers......Fight For $15 Is Just A Beginning-All Labor Must Support Our Sisters And Brothers

Comments of a supporter of the “Fight for $15” action in Downtown Boston on September 4, 2014 as part of a national struggle for economic justice and dignity for the our hard working sisters and brothers. The words still apply as we head into 2016:

No question in this wicked old world that those at the bottom are “the forgotten ones.” Here we are talking about working people, people working and working hard for eight, nine, ten dollars an hour. Maybe working two jobs to make ends meet since a lot of times these McJobs, these Wal-Marts jobs do not come with forty hours of work attached but whatever some cost-cutting manager deems right. And lately taking advantage of cover from Obamacare keeping the hours below the threshold necessary to kick in health insurance and other benefits. Yes, the forgotten people.

But let’s do the math here figuring on forty hours and figuring on say ten dollars an hour. That‘s four hundred a week times fifty weeks (okay so I am rounding off for estimate purposes here too since most of these jobs do not have vacation time figured in).That’s twenty thousand a year. Okay so just figure any kind of descent apartment in the Boston area where I am writing this-say one thousand a month. That’s twelve thousand a year. So the other eight thousand is for everything else. No way can that be done. And if you had listened to the young and not so young fast-food workers, the working mothers, the working older brothers taking care of younger siblings, workers trying to go to school to get out of the vicious cycle of poverty you would understand the truth of that statement. And the stories went on and on along that line all during the action. 

Confession: it has been a very long time since I have had to scrimp and scrim to make ends meet, to get the rent in, to keep those damn bill-collectors away from my door, to beg the utility companies to not shut off those necessary services. But I have been there, no question. And I did not like it then and I do not like the idea of it now.  I am here to say even the “Fight for $15” is not enough, but it is a start. And I whole-heartedly support the struggle of my sisters and brothers for a little economic justice in this wicked old world. And any reader who might read this-would you work for slave wages? I think not. So show your solidarity and get out and support the fast-food and Wal-Mart workers in their just struggles. 

Organize Wal-Mart! Organize the fast food workers! Union! Union!