Thursday, February 23, 2017

Out In The Black Liberation Night- The Black Panthers And The Struggle For The Ten-Point Program- Eight –No More Jail Cells

Out In The Black Liberation Night- The Black Panthers And The Struggle For The Ten-Point Program- Eight –No More Jail Cells   





Jesus, how did he, let’s leave him nameless at his request but his story is legion, legion in black ghetto America and brown Latino barrio America too ever since Mister and his damn cop justice system decided to go after drugs, small change drugs really, get caught up in the dragnet this time, just as he was starting to get things in his life under control, a little. His teenage years had been one hell after another once his father left, left rolling stone left with some woman not his mother and was down south somewhere according to his paternal grandmother and his mother had taken up, undivided attention taken up, with some Johnny Blade (not a bad guy really but not his father, no way, not a guy to talk to about his troubles since as he made plain his undivided attention was to his mother).

First thing was that first “clip” bust at thirteen (laughable when he thought about it now, some damn onyx ring, snagged under his shirt so cool he thought from over at Mister Earl’s  junk jewelry two- bit joint, a two-bit joint which had been in the neighborhood for as long as anybody could remember, even his grandmother over on Warren,  now with a big old monitor cruising the premises, that he just had to have for Shara’ s Valentine present, long gone and now forgotten Shara), then a couple more small robbery, burglary things (stealthy midnight creeps through back alleys and shimmied windows in the neighborhood apartments, close to home stealing ), then dropping out of school (that too to spent time with some Shara, although that was not her name, name now not remembered), then a “go to jail or go to the army, or else” thing from the that old whitebread judge who thought he was doing him a favor, getting him out of the hard streets harms’ way when he and two other confederates (who took the time, and had been taking time ever since for one thing or another) did one too many midnight creeps.  

The judge favor turned out being that he had two little purple hearts from two- tour Iraq courtesy of Saddam Hussein’s boys, or somebody nasty in Baghdad. Then back to the streets the down streets of Boston, really Roxbury, you know around Washington Street and Geneva his old home turf and its change from just a neighborhood, the ‘hood of child remembrance to something else, a free-fire zone of a different kind.           

And you know too that a guy, a black guy, even a purple heart black guy, without any real education, without some serviceable skill (nothing but a damn 11-Bravo to tout, nothing), and without some luck, real luck was up against it, up against it when the cops were always looking you up and down for just walking since he got back to the “real world” (he had been eye-balled and stopped twice right after he got back from Iraq and hell he was in uniform one time and they could see the damn purple hearts). So, you know, he took up “the life” again, the life this time meaning no small time Mr. Earl cheap jack jewel clips and midnight creep robberies (kids’ stuff) but working his way up the chain in the burgeoning local drug scene.

And he was doing okay for a while until one night they, and you know who the “they” was, came smashing down the door at the safe house over on Norfolk (somebody had snitched, somebody not alive right now if you want to know) and he was taken in. He did a year at South Bay for that one. It was there that he got “religion.” No, not some damn Black Muslim thing, or god holy roller thing, jesus, no, but, you know, wise to the hard fact that if he was going to make thirty (a milestone for a young black man according to some stuff he read from some report some foundation did while he was in and reading a magazine from the library after GED classes were over one day) his life flow was going against that prospect. And so he changed, changed a little, got a job through the VA, not much of a job, but steady, a short order cook and was moving along. Then this night of all nights he decided that he wanted to see a friend, not being exactly sure why but maybe a little wobbly on that straight and narrow,  from the old neighborhood, yes, bad move, the guy he visited related to the drug trade and he was just present when they came storming in. Thirty ain’t looking so good tonight…      

The original "Ten Point Program" from October, 1966 was as follows:[39][40]



1. We want freedom. We want power to determine the destiny of our black Community.

We believe that black people will not be free until we are able to determine our destiny.



2. We want full employment for our people.

We believe that the federal government is responsible and obligated to give every man employment or a guaranteed income. We believe that if the white American businessmen will not give full employment, then the means of production should be taken from the businessmen and placed in the community so that the people of the community can organize and employ all of its people and give a high standard of living.



3. We want an end to the robbery by the white man of our black Community.

We believe that this racist government has robbed us and now we are demanding the overdue debt of forty acres and two mules. Forty acres and two mules was promised 100 years ago as restitution for slave labor and mass murder of black people. We will accept the payment as currency which will be distributed to our many communities. The Germans are now aiding the Jews in Israel for the genocide of the Jewish people. The Germans murdered six million Jews. The American racist has taken part in the slaughter of over 50 million black people; therefore, we feel that this is a modest demand that we make.



4. We want decent housing, fit for shelter of human beings.

We believe that if the white landlords will not give decent housing to our black community, then the housing and the land should be made into cooperatives so that our community, with government aid, can build and make decent housing for its people.



5. We want education for our people that exposes the true nature of this decadent American society. We want education that teaches us our true history and our role in the present-day society.



We believe in an educational system that will give to our people a knowledge of self. If a man does not have knowledge of himself and his position in society and the world, then he has little chance to relate to anything else.



6. We want all black men to be exempt from military service.



We believe that black people should not be forced to fight in the military service to defend a racist government that does not protect us. We will not fight and kill other people of color in the world who, like black people, are being victimized by the white racist government of America. We will protect ourselves from the force and violence of the racist police and the racist military, by whatever means necessary.



7. We want an immediate end to POLICE BRUTALITY and MURDER of black people.

We believe we can end police brutality in our black community by organizing black self-defense groups that are dedicated to defending our black community from racist police oppression and brutality. The Second Amendment to the Constitution of the United States gives a right to bear arms. We therefore believe that all black people should arm themselves for self defense.



8. We want freedom for all black men held in federal, state, county and city prisons and jails.

We believe that all black people should be released from the many jails and prisons because they have not received a fair and impartial trial.



9. We want all black people when brought to trial to be tried in court by a jury of their peer group or people from their black communities, as defined by the Constitution of the United States.



We believe that the courts should follow the United States Constitution so that black people will receive fair trials. The 14th Amendment of the U.S. Constitution gives a man a right to be tried by his peer group. A peer is a person from a similar economic, social, religious, geographical, environmental, historical and racial background. To do this the court will be forced to select a jury from the black community from which the black defendant came. We have been, and are being tried by all-white juries that have no understanding of the "average reasoning man" of the black community.



10. We want land, bread, housing, education, clothing, justice and peace. And as our major political objective, a United Nations-supervised plebiscite to be held throughout the black colony in which only black colonial subjects will be allowed to participate for the purpose of determining the will of black people as to their national destiny.



When in the course of human events, it becomes necessary for one people to dissolve the political bands which have connected them with another, and to assume, among the powers of the earth, the separate and equal station to which the laws of nature and nature's God entitle them, a decent respect to the opinions of mankind requires that they should declare the causes which impel them to the separation.



We hold these truths to be self- evident, that all men are created equal; that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable rights; that among these are life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. That, to secure these rights, governments are instituted among men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed; that, whenever any form of government becomes destructive of these ends, it is the right of the people to alter or to abolish it, and to institute a new government, laying its foundation on such principles, and organizing its powers in such form, as to them shall seem most likely to effect their safety and happiness. Prudence, indeed, will dictate that governments long established should not be changed for light and transient causes; and accordingly, all experience hath shown, that mankind are more disposed to suffer, while evils are sufferable, than to right themselves by abolishing the forms to which they are accustomed. But, when a long train of abuses and usurpations, pursuing invariable the same object, evinces a design to reduce them under absolute despotism, it is their right, it is their duty, to throw off such government, and to provide new guards for their future security.

*Not Ready For Prime Time Class Struggle - John Water's "Cry Baby"- A Film Review

Click on the headline to link to a "YouTube" film clip from the movie,"Cry Baby", of the sultry, sexy, saucy song "Please, Mr. Jailer". Whee!



Cry Baby, Baby, Baby, Baby

DVD Review

Cry Baby, starring Johnny Depp, directed by John Waters, 1990




I would argue that the work of director John Waters and his Baltimore teen mania, circa 1955, type works are an acquired taste. And I have acquired the taste, having first gotten interested in his work through “Hairspray” that was revived on screen a couple of years ago. Of course, part of the draw is that the demographic territory that Waters surveys, circa 1955 teens, is very familiar turf to me. So when dear John spoofs a certain fashion, or a certain crowd, or a certain way of looking at things that were alienating to the average teen back then he is giving off signals that I am attuned to. And that is the key; to know what is being spoofed, because the music is easy, very easy to figure out, the fight to get rock and roll to "youth nation".

Of course, as is inevitable in a teen-based film, spoof or not, there is the central theme of sex. Here that theme centers on the orphan bad boy, Cry Baby played by Johnny Depp, who deep down inside really has a heart of gold matched up with an upscale orphan good girl, Amy Locane, who deep down inside want to be bad. No, that last phrase won’t work here, deep down wants to redeem Johnny-bad boy. Along the way to this inevitable happy-ending everything not nailed down gets spooked from 1950s suburban cookie cutter lifestyles to seemingly odd-ball teen fetishes like- French kissing and, oh no, the love of rock and roll. For my money the best spoof though, and it must have been hard to do with a straight face, are the musical performances of the quartet of pre-roll and rock teen singers(one of them, good/bad girl’s beau, for a while) doing the cutesy songs made famous by male groups like The Letterman that were squeaky clean but upon hearing sounded like scratching on a chalk board. And, incidentally, drove me to blues, rock, and folk music in nothing flat.

Note: I haven’t mentioned much about the performances here but for a long time now anything Johnny Depp appears in will get a look see, although it does not always turn out to be worthwhile. He has had a string of great roles, like in "Ed Wood", and some that it is better left unspoken like, "Sweeney Todd", but in this early film role (1990)as Cry Baby he gives a glimpse of why I will take a chance on any of his efforts. He does a beautiful parody of the James Dean/Elvis/Marlon Brando "rebel without a cause" style that the Cry Baby role calls for. Well done, Johnny.

Tell Me What The Resistance Looks Like-This Is What The Resistance Looks Like-Join The Resistance Now!!

Tell Me What The Resistance Looks Like-This Is What The Resistance Looks Like-Join The Resistance Now!!  

Tell Me: What Does The Resistance Looks Like-This Is What The Resistance Looks Like-Join The Resistance Now!!

Tell Me: What Does The Resistance Looks Like-This Is What The Resistance Looks Like-Join The Resistance Now!!  



*Those Black Militants Who Fought For Our Communist Future Are Kindred Spirits-Oliver Law, Commander, Abraham Lincoln Battalion, Spain (1937)

Those Black Militants Who Fought For Our Communist Future Are Kindred Spirits-Oliver Law, Commander, Abraham Lincoln Battalion, Spain (1937)


Click on the headline to link to a Wikipedia entry for

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Oliver_Law

February Is Black History Month


Every January, as readers of this blog are now, hopefully, familiar with the international communist movement honors the 3 Ls-Lenin, Luxemburg and Liebknecht, fallen leaders of the early 20th century communist movement who died in this month (and whose untimely deaths left a huge, irreplaceable gap in the international leadership of that time). January is thus a time for us to reflect on the roots of our movement and those who brought us along this far. February is Black History Month and is a time for reflection on our black forebears who brought us along this far. In order to give a fuller measure of honor to our fallen forbears this February, and in future Februarys, this space will honor others who have contributed in some way to the struggle for our communist future. That future classless society, however, will be the true memorial to their sacrifices.

Note on inclusion: As in other series on this site (Labor’s Untold Story, Leaders Of The Bolshevik Revolution, etc.) this year’s honorees do not exhaust the list of every possible communist worthy of the name. Nor, in fact, is the list limited to Bolshevik-style communists. There will be names included from other traditions (like anarchism, social democracy, the Diggers, Levellers, Jacobins, the black liberation struggle here and elsewhere, etc.) whose efforts contributed to the international struggle. Also, as was true of previous series this year’s efforts are no more than an introduction to these heroes of the class struggle. Future years will see more detailed information on each entry, particularly about many of the lesser known figures. Better yet, the reader can pick up the ball and run with it if he or she has more knowledge about the particular exploits of some communist militant, or to include a missing one.

To Be Young Was Very Heaven- Sally Field’s “Hello, My Name Is Doris” (2015)-A Film Review

To Be Young Was Very Heaven- Sally Field’s “Hello, My Name Is Doris” (2015)-A Film Review 





DVD Review

By Film Critic Sam Lowell 

Hello, My Name Is Doris, starring Sally Field, Max Greenfield, 2015  

You know if you watch enough movies and review them as well every once in a while a film will knock you for a loop. Take the film under review Sally Field’s Hello, My Name Is Doris. Now usually when the subject of a film is an older (oops, mature) woman who is involved romantically in any way with a younger man the natural assumption is (or used to be) that he was “her kept man,” “her handy man,” her rasping at faded youth, maybe a gigolo, maybe just looking for the main chance or she was on a lark merely “robbing the cradle” (the term used in my old corner boy neighborhood growing up but usually in reverse). This one turns that idea, that 20th century older woman pursuing a younger man idea in the early 21st century on its head. Makes the whole thing of all things a romantic comedy-and socially okay.     

Now inter-generational sex (or sexual attraction as here) has always been a thorny issue as mentioned above. Here though mainly through AARP-worthy stalwart actor Sally Field’s extraordinary performance as the Doris of the title makes the idea the stuff of legitimate dreams.  (Field, who for the oldsters reading this will remember that she started as a flying nun in the 1960s, is thus no spring chicken). Takes the new-fashion idea that 60 is the new, let’s say 40, and runs with it.  

Here’s the play. Doris is a holdover from an old-line company which got bought up by some tech-savvy outfit. One day John is introduced to the staff as the new art director and thus starts Doris’ flights of fancy (although she had already “met” him in the elevator coming up). Now Doris is starting out kind of dowdy, definitely not “hip” having lived caring for her now departed aged mother on Staten Island. And like mother an inveterate pack-rat. But she is smitten by John and come hell or high water she is after attending a “power of positive thinking seminar” ready to rock the boat of her humble and dreary existence and make her play.   

This fantasy though would only be a fantasy without the help of a feisty thirteen year old granddaughter of Doris’s best friend. You automatically know you are in the 21st century because the way Doris will attempt to hook her man is via that feisty granddaughter’s use of Facebook to find out what makes dear John tick and that otherwise Doris would have been clueless if not for the timely intervention. Problem: a young good-looking upwardly mobile guy in New York City is not going to “friend” some dowdy AARPer so, like a lot of people on the Internet they make up a fake profile for Doris. Bingo it works.  


Works better when she finds out what his musical interests are and forms a live friendship through that association. Problem: John is already spoke for by a beautiful younger woman. Problem solved: that younger beauty breaks it off with John when she suspects he is fooling around with some woman on the Internet. Uh, Sally of course. Sally makes her big move but no way is John going for her except in her dreams (and maybe at the end). What makes this one worth watching is how Sally Field takes a tough subject and makes it seem totally normal and without overdoing the sappy pulling for emotion part. Attention all AARPers see this one-younger folks better ask your parents’ permission.   

Wednesday, February 22, 2017

*****John Brown’s Body Lies A Moldering In The Grave-With The Massachusetts 54th Black Volunteer Regiment In Mind.

*****John Brown’s Body Lies A Moldering In The Grave-With The Massachusetts 54th Black Volunteer Regiment In Mind.






Every time I pass the frieze honoring the heroic Massachusetts 54th Black Volunteer Regiment across from the State House on Beacon Street in Boston, a unit that fought in the American Civil War, a war which we have just finished commemorating the 150th anniversary of its formal ending (April 1865) I am struck by one figure who I will discuss in a minute. For those who do not know the 54th Regiment the unit had been recruited and made up of all volunteers, former slaves, freedmen, maybe a current fugitive slave snuck in there, those were such times for such unheralded personal valor, the recruitment a task that the great abolitionist Frederick Douglass, himself an ex-slave had been central in promoting (including two of his sons). All knew, or soon became aware that if they did not fight to the finish they would not be treated as prisoners of war but captured chattel subject to re-enslavement or death.  The regiment fought with ferocious valor before Fort Wagner down in South Carolina and other hot spots where an armed black man, in uniform or out, brought red flashes of deep venom, if venom is red, but hellfire hatred in any case to the Southern plantation owners and their hangers-on (that armed black men acting in self-defense of themselves and theirs still bringing hellfire hatred among some whites to this day, no question).

I almost automatically focus in on that old hard-bitten grizzled erect bearded soldier who is just beneath the head of the horse being ridden by Colonel Robert Gould Shaw, the white commander of the regiment who from a family of ardent abolitionists fell with his men before Fort Wagner and was buried with them, an honor. (See above) I do not know the details of the model Saint-Gauden’s used when he worked that section (I am sure that specific information can be found although it is not necessary to this sketch) but as I grow older I appreciate that old man soldier even more, as old men are supposed to leave the arduous duty of fighting for just causes, arms in hand, to the young.

I like to think that that old grizzled brother who aside from color looks like me when he heard the call from Massachusetts wherever he was, maybe had read about the plea in some abolitionist newspaper, had maybe even gotten the message from Frederick Douglass himself through his newspaper, The North Star, calling Sable Brother to Arms or on out the stump once Lincoln unleashed him to recruit his black brothers for whatever reason although depleting Union ranks reduced by bloody fight after bloody fight as is the nature of civil war when the societal norms are broken  as was at least one cause, he picked up stakes leaving some small farm or trade and family behind and volunteered forthwith. Maybe he had been born, like Douglass, in slavery and somehow, manumission, flight, something, following the Northern Star, got to the North. Maybe learned a skill, a useful skill, got a little education to be able to read and write and advance himself and had in his own way prospered.

But something was gnawing at him, something about the times, something about tow-headed white farm boys, all awkward and ignorant from the heartland of the Midwest, sullen Irish and other ethnic immigrants from the cities where it turned out the streets were not paved with gold and so took the bounty for Army duty, took some draft-dodger’s place for pay, hell, even high-blown Harvard boys were being armed to defend the Union (and the endless names of the fallen and endless battles sites on Memorial Hall at Harvard a graphic testament to that solemn sense of duty then). And more frequently as the days and months passed about the increasing number of white folk who hated, hated with a red-hot passion, slavery and if that passion meant anything what was he a strong black man going to do about it, do about breaking the hundreds of years chains. Maybe he still had kindred under the yolk down South in some sweated plantation, poorly fed, ill-treated, left to fester and die when not productive anymore, the women, young and old subject to Mister’s lustful appetites and he had to do something.

Then the call came, Governor Andrews of Massachusetts was raising a “sable” armed regiment (Douglass’ word) to be headed by a volunteer Harvard boy urged on by his high abolitionist parents, Colonel Shaw, the question of black military leadership of their own to be left to another day, another day long in the future as it turned out but what was he to know of that, and he shut down his small shop or farm, said good-bye to kin and neighbors and went to Boston to join freedom’s fight. I wonder if my old bearded soldier fell before Fort Wagner fight down in heated rebel country, or maybe fell in some other engagement less famous but just as important to the concept of disciplined armed black men fighting freedom’s fight. I like to think though that the grizzled old man used every bit of wit and skill he had and survived to march into Charleston, South Carolina, the fire-breathing heart of the Confederacy, then subdued at the end of war with his fellows in the 54th stepping off to the tune of John Brown’s Body Lies A-Moldering In The Grave. A fitting tribute to Captain Brown and his band of brother, black and white, at Harper’s Ferry fight and to an old grizzled bearded soldier’s honor.             

February Is Black History Month-In Honor Of The Heroic Massachusetts 54th Black Volunteer Regiment

February Is Black History Month-In Honor Of The Heroic Massachusetts 54th Black Volunteer Regiment 




A View From The Left-Colombia “Peace” Deal and U.S. Dirty Wars

Workers Vanguard No. 1105
10 February 2017
 
Colombia “Peace” Deal and U.S. Dirty Wars
On November 24, the Colombian government of President Juan Manuel Santos and that country’s largest left-wing guerrilla group, the FARC (Revolutionary Armed Forces of Colombia), signed a “peace” deal, which was subsequently approved by Colombia’s Congress. Following four years of negotiations, the deal between the government and the guerrillas is largely the outcome of the decimation of the FARC by the Colombian military and right-wing forces acting on the orders of Santos himself. Santos was defense minister under President Álvaro Uribe from 2006 to 2009 and became president himself in 2010. Under both administrations, at least 63 FARC leaders have been killed and one-third of its mid-level ranks have been killed or captured. According to government estimates, since 2002, the FARC’s membership declined by almost 60 percent to around 7,000. Santos’s decapitation of the guerrilla forces was accomplished with the help of a covert CIA program to assassinate FARC commanders using “smart bombs.” This operation was overseen by both the George W. Bush and Barack Obama administrations.
Colombian government forces together with right-wing militias have been trying to wipe out leftist forces in Colombia’s countryside and jungle since the 1950s. The crusade began with a war on Communist Party-influenced peasant militias and continued as left-wing guerrilla organizations proliferated in the 1960s and ’70s. But until now, the Colombian capitalist rulers have been unable to eliminate either the FARC or the Army of National Liberation (ELN). The latter also remains thousands-strong despite a steep drop in membership since the 1990s.
Billions of dollars in U.S. military aid have been dedicated to the murderous “counterinsurgency” effort, first as part of the Cold War fight against the spread of Communism, and then, following the destruction of the Soviet Union, under the cover of the “war on drugs” and “war on terror.” Colombia, the fourth-largest economy in Latin America and located close to the strategic Panama Canal, has long been maintained by Washington as a bulwark of right-wing reaction in the region. It has received more U.S. military aid than any other country in the Western hemisphere. The International Communist League demands: All U.S. forces out! Down with U.S. aid to Colombia’s murderous rulers!
Six decades of U.S.-sponsored slaughter have been directed not only at guerrilla fighters, but also at peasants and trade unionists, as well as any other perceived opponents of the interests of Colombia’s capitalists and their U.S. imperialist patrons. The 1928 massacre of striking banana workers fictionalized in Gabriel García Márquez’s acclaimed novel One Hundred Years of Solitude is not too far removed from the realities of life in Colombia to this day. It is the deadliest place in the world to be a member of a trade union; according to a Human Rights Watch report, 138 trade unionists were assassinated between 2011 and August 2015 and thousands receive death threats.
“Peace” for the Capitalist Butchers
The so-called peace deal between the government and the FARC portends continued massacres of Colombia’s workers and peasants by right-wing paramilitaries, soldiers and police. The current deal includes a promise that FARC supporters can form a legal political party and participate in electoral politics. As the history of Colombia shows, previous peace talks and attempts by various guerrilla forces to become legal parties have generally ended in bloodbaths. During negotiations between the FARC and the government in 1985, FARC supporters, the Communist Party and others formed the Patriotic Union (UP) electoral party. In the years that followed, government-backed death squads killed over 4,000 of the UP’s members, including most of its presidential candidates. The party was then stripped of its legal status for failing to run a candidate for president!
Nor have killings of peasant leaders and left-wing activists abated during the recent round of peace talks. The Patriotic March movement, founded in 2012 by supporters of the Communist Party and peasant organizations, has faced over 7,000 arrests and the assassination of 112 of its members. Over 300 peasant leaders were killed in 2015 alone. The only people likely to get peace from the current deal are the Colombian exploiters and the imperialist investors, for whom the guerrilla struggles are an inconvenience to their pillaging of Colombia’s fertile land and lucrative natural resources. The U.S. has been the biggest plunderer of Colombia, most recently through the 2012 U.S.-Colombia Free Trade Agreement. As we wrote in “U.S. Hands Off Colombia!” (WV No. 737, 2 June 2000):
“Long one of Washington’s showcase Latin American ‘democracies,’ Colombia is an archetype of ‘Third World’ countries in which the weak ruling class, beholden to U.S. imperialism, relies on monstrous state repression from the U.S.-trained army and the paras [paramilitaries] to protect its privileges from the impoverished and increasingly combative workers and peasants.”
Colombia’s history is a powerful confirmation in the negative of the theory of permanent revolution advanced by Leon Trotsky, who together with V.I. Lenin led the workers of Russia to power in the October Revolution of 1917. During the bourgeois revolutions of England and France in the 17th and 18th centuries, the bourgeoisie played a historically progressive role. It placed itself at the head of the urban and rural populace to sweep away feudal-​derived fetters on capitalist development. Trotsky’s theory of permanent revolution was based on the understanding that the national bourgeoisies of countries that came to capitalist development belatedly, in the epoch of imperialism, were incapable of playing such a role. Latin American countries, long the victims of colonial and neocolonial plunder, are societies in which modern industries coexist alongside the deepest poverty and rural backwardness. The weak national bourgeoisies of such countries are tied by a thousand strings to their imperialist masters on whom they depend for capital and are also deeply fearful of worker and peasant upsurges. For these reasons, they cannot resolve such key democratic questions as agrarian revolution and complete national liberation.
As Trotsky explained, in such countries, nothing short of a socialist revolution to expropriate the bourgeoisie and establish a workers and peasants government can liberate the oppressed peasantry and end the nation’s subjugation to the imperialists. Proletarian socialist revolution would put an end to the system of capitalist exploitation of the workers, who in Colombia produce huge profits for the bourgeoisie by toiling in factories, oil fields, mines and on large plantations, and thereby open the road to socialist reconstruction of society. The U.S. and other imperialist powers would certainly move to crush such a revolutionary regime. Key to the survival of a workers revolution in Colombia and its development toward socialism would be its international extension to the rest of Latin America and to the more advanced capitalist countries that dominate the global economy, above all the U.S.
Bourgeois Divisions and the Land Question
The final 310-page “peace” deal is a revised version of the one rejected by a narrow margin in a nationwide referendum on October 2, in which 63 percent of the electorate did not even vote. Right-wing critics of both versions of the deal say that the transitional judicial process proposed for prosecution of the FARC’s “crimes” is too lenient, and they oppose allowing the FARC to become a legal political party with deputies in Congress. A concession to opponents of the first deal was to add the requirement that, in addition to disarming, the FARC turn over all its financial assets and reveal any involvement with drug trafficking. But this has not appeased the critics. Former president Uribe, who led the campaign against any deal with the FARC, argued in an opinion piece in the Wall Street Journal: “The so-called peace agreement will serve as a thick mantle of impunity” (“Narco-Terror Is Being Rewarded in Colombia,” 7 July 2016).
The man accusing the FARC of “narco-terrorism” was himself described in a 1991 U.S. military intelligence report as “a close personal friend” of infamous drug lord Pablo Escobar (“U.S. Intelligence Tied Colombia’s Uribe to Drug Trade in ’91 Report,” Los Angeles Times, 2 August 2004). As for “impunity,” Uribe’s 2005 “Justice and Peace Law” that supposedly demobilized right-wing paramilitary death squads was characterized by even the editorial board of the U.S. imperialist mouthpiece the New York Times as the “Impunity for Mass Murderers, Terrorists and Major Cocaine Traffickers Law” (4 July 2005). Uribe and his closest associates have been implicated by paramilitary leaders in organizing death squads. While president, Uribe silenced those making such accusations by having some 40 paramilitaries extradited to the U.S. for drug trafficking; they got on average less than ten years in prison.
The divisions between Santos and Uribe over the deal with the FARC reflect tactical differences within the bourgeoisie. Uribe’s base is in the staunchly Catholic heartland of big landowners and ranchers in the state of Antioquia, also notorious for its cocaine cartels, as depicted in the popular Netflix series Narcos. Operations against peasants and leftist guerrillas have served as a convenient cover for the landowners within Colombia’s ruling class to send death squads to drive out peasants, clearing the way for mining, logging and agribusiness plantations, such as the booming palm oil industry. Indigenous peoples and Afro-Colombian communities have been viciously displaced in enormous numbers by this land theft. Between 2002 and 2008, the Colombian military executed up to 3,000 civilians who it falsely claimed were guerrillas.
Once one of Uribe’s closest allies, Santos has adopted an approach more in keeping with that of the finance and mercantile bourgeoisie (and former president Obama), who see the “peace” deal as an opportunity to lure foreign investors previously scared off by violence and instability. Petroleum is Colombia’s biggest export. Imperialist oil and mining companies, who have paid protection money to paramilitary forces, want to put an end to sabotage and extortion demands by guerrillas. To this end, the government has also entered negotiations with the ELN guerrillas.
One of the revisions to the peace deal was a vow to protect the rights of existing landowners against expropriation. This change was intended to address opposition by Uribe and his supporters to the deal’s vague promises of government investment in rural development to help small farmers in impoverished areas. These promises are a far cry from the democratic land reform long demanded by the FARC to give “land to the tiller.” Just over 1 percent of Colombia’s landholders own more than 50 percent of the agricultural land. Poor peasants make up more than 75 percent of landowners—but hold only about 10 percent of the land. The rural poverty rate is a staggering 57.5 percent. The rural poor voted overwhelmingly in favor of the “peace” deal—no doubt hoping that the government’s paltry promises of rural subsidies, credits and infrastructure would come to fruition.
The intractable nature of the land question under capitalism in Colombia is underscored by a recent UN report that at the end of 2015, the country had 6.9 million internally displaced people—the largest number anywhere in the world. Most of these are smallholders driven off their land through the collusion of the state, big landowners and imperialist agribusiness. More often than not, they have fled paramilitary terror. The fraud of bourgeois land reform is further demonstrated by the fact that a 1994 law supposedly intended to provide subsidized land to peasants was used in 2010-12 by the U.S. agribusiness behemoth Cargill to acquire 130,000 acres of public land through shell companies.
The End of the Guerrilla Road
The FARC was formed in 1964 out of Communist Party peasant defense leagues established as early as the 1930s to protect peasant land claims against big landowners. Both the FARC and ELN were founded in the wake of the period known as la Violencia, during which supporters of the historic rival bourgeois parties, the Conservatives and Liberals, wantonly massacred each other as well as leftists. Over a period of more than a decade, between 200,000 and 300,000 people were killed. The 1958 pact between the Liberals and Conservatives consolidated the bourgeoisie’s political forces as a reactionary bloc in opposition to the workers and peasants.
As peasants were driven off their lands over the decades—and the government waged war on the left—peasants and leftist guerrillas colonized parts of Colombia’s vast swaths of remote, uninhabited territory. By the 1990s, the FARC had come to control huge areas farmed by impoverished peasants, who in increasing numbers turned to the cultivation of coca to make a living. The FARC acted as a de facto government in these areas, taxing the coca trade, providing what little infrastructure there was and, by many accounts, protecting the cocaleros from the worst of the cocaine cartel violence.
The ICL opposes state repression against the FARC and other leftist guerrillas. But our revolutionary program is fundamentally counterposed to that of such nationalist, peasant-based forces. The FARC’s goal has always been to use the armed struggle to pressure a section of the bourgeoisie to give poor peasants and others a say in making capitalist Colombia more fair and democratic. As the late, longtime FARC leader Manuel Marulanda Vélez, known as Tirofijo (“Sureshot”), said in a 1998 interview: “The FARC wants a Government that is pluralist (that all parties and social sectors be represented), democratic and patriotic” (América Libre, No. 13). But the terror and land theft inflicted on Colombia’s peasantry and the brutal exploitation of the agricultural proletariat on the big coffee, banana and flower farms cannot be resolved within the framework of such class collaboration. There can be no solution to the exploitation, oppression and dispossession of millions of people short of a socialist revolution. The illusion that the workers and peasants can have a common interest with a more “radical” wing of their own exploiters has proven deadly time and time again.
Colombia’s working class, from the oil workers and miners to the agricultural proletariat and factory and port workers, has the power to shut down the means of production and stop the flow of profits. The proletariat can end its exploitation only by destroying private ownership of the means of production, that is, by expropriating the bourgeoisie and collectivizing the banks, land and factories under the ownership of society as a whole. The proletariat uniquely has a historic class interest in carrying out a socialist revolution.
In contrast, the peasantry is part of the petty bourgeoisie, a heterogeneous social layer without its own independent class interests. As small or aspiring landowners, peasants compete among themselves to sell their produce on the market. The objective interests of the peasantry as a social stratum lie in private ownership of land, not the overthrow of capitalism. However, capitalism inflicts brutal oppression on the lower ranks of the peasantry, including the large number of landless peasants, as well as those who eke out a miserable existence on their own small holdings. In order to successfully carry out a socialist revolution in countries such as Colombia, the working class must win the poor peasants to its side by championing their struggles against big landowners and the bourgeoisie.
The proletariat needs the leadership of a revolutionary vanguard party, like the Bolshevik Party built by Lenin in tsarist Russia. As a tribune of the oppressed, such a party would fight the racist abuse suffered by Colombia’s indigenous peoples and the Afro-Colombian population. Descended from slaves, Afro-Colombians make up a quarter of the country’s population, but three-quarters of its poor. They also represent an important section of the working class, including in Colombia’s ports. A Leninist vanguard party would also fight against the brutal oppression of women, which is reinforced by the reactionary forces of the Catholic and evangelical churches. Such a party would aim not to share power with the national bourgeoisie, but to establish the dictatorship of the proletariat, ripping the land, mines and factories out of the hands of the exploiters, and putting them into the hands of the workers.
In 2000, the FARC formed the “Bolivarian Movement for a New Colombia,” which looks to bourgeois populist regimes like those of the late Hugo Chávez in Venezuela and Evo Morales in Bolivia. In the guise of “anti-imperialism,” such nationalist populism subordinates the workers and oppressed to their domestic exploiters. In fact, the only way for the proletariat to fight in its own interests is to be organized in complete political independence from all bourgeois forces. In the U.S., workers must reject the lies, pushed by the pro-capitalist union misleaders and the Democrats, that they share a common “national interest” with their imperialist exploiters and instead raise the banner of proletarian internationalism. The workers of Latin America should ally themselves with their working-class brothers and sisters in countries like the U.S., where workers have the social power to fight imperialism from within the belly of the beast.
The decline in popularity of the “guerrilla road” of struggle in Latin America reflects the impact of the counterrevolutionary destruction of the Soviet Union, which was a massive defeat for working people internationally. Despite its degeneration under the nationalist bureaucratic caste that usurped political power from the proletariat beginning in 1923-24 under J.V. Stalin, the Soviet Union remained a workers state until capitalist counterrevolution in 1991-92. It was the elementary duty of revolutionaries to stand for the unconditional military defense of the Soviet degenerated workers state against imperialism and internal counterrevolution, while fighting for political revolution to bring the working class to power.
The same Trotskyist program applies today to the remaining deformed workers states created in the Stalinist image following World War II—China, North Korea, Cuba, Vietnam and Laos. The Soviet Union’s military might and economic aid were powerful counterweights to the Western imperialists, and generations of Latin American radicals looked to the USSR for inspiration. The FARC’s international political isolation and physical decimation are ultimately by-products of the destruction of the homeland of the October Revolution.
For Workers Revolution in the Belly of the Imperialist Beast!
The “dirty war” techniques pioneered by the U.S. in its anti-Communist wars in Korea and Vietnam were directly transplanted to Colombia. Colombian troops who fought alongside the U.S. in the Korean War of 1950-53 were trained in the use of torture camps and napalm, which they used against the peasants back home. In the 1960s, U.S. military advisers who had overseen the killings of Vietnamese workers and peasants instructed the Colombian military in counterinsurgency and set up local death squads. As described by Forrest Hylton in Evil Hour in Colombia (2006):
“Perversely, right-wing state and parastate terror helped stimulate armed mobilizations on the Left in the 1960s and 1970s, by creating migration in two directions: first, to the urban frontiers of Colombia’s rapidly growing cities, and second, to the agrarian frontier, especially in the jungles of the south and the plains of the east. In those spaces, state power, even in its repressive aspect, was too weak to govern. Such areas proved to be fertile terrain for the growth of insurgencies until military-paramilitary counterinsurgency operations accelerated after 2000, under US-financed Plan Colombia.”
Notwithstanding the end of the Cold War in the early 1990s, the U.S. dirty war in Colombia has continued under both Democratic and Republican Party administrations. Since 2000, the U.S. has spent $10 billion on “Plan Colombia”; the bulk of the funds have gone to the Colombian military and police. Plan Colombia was initially packaged by Democratic president Bill Clinton as a counter-narcotics initiative, part of the “war on drugs.” This “war” has served as a cover for U.S. military intervention in Latin America and for increasing the repressive forces of the state in the U.S. itself, criminalizing whole generations of black people and Latinos.
The Spartacist League has always opposed the racist “war on drugs” and stood for the decriminalization of drugs. Aside from the question of personal freedom, decriminalization would take the huge profits and much of the violence out of the drug trade.
Military operations under Plan Colombia were aimed overwhelmingly at areas controlled by leftist guerrillas and did not target areas in the north where the notorious paramilitary United Self-Defense Forces of Colombia oversaw cocaine production. U.S.-supplied aircraft have sprayed large areas with carcinogenic defoliants to supposedly destroy coca crops, recalling the use of Agent Orange against insurgent-controlled areas in the Vietnam War. While the FARC has long been vilified as nothing more than a criminal drug cartel, Plan Colombia has strengthened the real cartels, which have moved in where the FARC has been defeated. Not surprisingly, more than 15 years after the start of Plan Colombia, the country remains the world’s biggest producer of cocaine.
Following the 11 September 2001 attacks on the World Trade Center and Pentagon, the war against Colombia’s guerrilla forces became included in the “war on terror.” In 2003, the largest U.S. embassy in the world was in the Colombian capital Bogotá. In 2013, the Washington Post revealed the CIA’s covert assassination program in Colombia, which began in the early 2000s and continued under President Obama. The White House claimed that, as with Al Qaeda, killing a leader of the FARC was not legally tantamount to assassination because the organization posed an ongoing terror threat.
The CIA provided the Colombian military with GPS-based technology that enabled 500-pound bombs to target an individual in an exact location in triple-canopy jungle. It also set up an intelligence “bunker” to track down FARC leaders. One of the U.S.-designed “smart bombs” was used to kill FARC leader Raul Reyes and 21 others, including four Mexican university students, in Ecuador in March 2008.
The crimes of the U.S. imperialists in Colombia underscore why revolutionaries must have an internationalist perspective. Working people in the United States and in Colombia have a common enemy in the U.S. imperialist rulers, who enforce a system of brutal exploitation and oppression at home as well. It is the American working class that has the social power and objective interest to establish proletarian rule in the U.S. through socialist revolution. This is the perspective of the Spartacist League.
Lenin and Trotsky’s Bolshevik Party understood that the fate of the Russian Revolution depended on the revolution being extended to the advanced capitalist countries. Writing in 1939, Trotsky summarized how, armed with the theory of permanent revolution, he had viewed the approaching Russian Revolution in 1917:
“The dictatorship of the proletariat, which will inescapably place on the order of the day not only democratic but also socialist tasks, will at the same time provide a mighty impulse to the international socialist revolution. Only the victory of the proletariat in the West will shield Russia from bourgeois restoration and secure for her the possibility of bringing the socialist construction to its conclusion.”
— “Three Conceptions of the Russian Revolution”
The International Communist League fights to build Leninist-Trotskyist parties throughout the Americas, national sections of a reforged Fourth International, world party of socialist revolution.

Out In The Black Liberation Night- The Black Panthers And The Struggle For The Ten-Point Program-Seven –To Defend One’s Own

Out In The Black Liberation Night- The Black Panthers And The Struggle For The Ten-Point Program-Seven –To Defend One’s Own  

All hell was breaking loose in Mississippi in 1964 after they found those boys, those civil rights worker boys over in some ditch in Philadelphia (hell was breaking out before and after too but that year got everybody’s attention North and South, abolitionist and redneck, because a  showdown was coming no question). Even Jacob Block knew some hard-ass stuff was coming down as isolated as he was from white folks (and other black folk too) on his poor excuse of a share crop farm about fifty miles outside of Hattiesburg. As he thought about it afterwards, after all hell had broken loose in his little world and its environs, he should have known it would come to that, come to a confrontation with Mister, or Mister’s rednecks acting in his name. Hell, his great-grandfather on his mother’s side, Ezra Bond, had jumped his plantation over near Savannah, Georgia, to walk down and join Colonel Thomas Wentworth Higginson’s 2nd South Carolina Volunteers and raise some hell with the boys in grey. And later some cousin had been lynched right in broad daylight down near Biloxi, a big feisty rabid white crowd watching on, watching on with glee from what he had heard just because that cousin had tried, shotgun in hand, to defense his woman when some white rascal got his lust habits on. Yes, he should have known, known it was in the blood that when the deal went down he had to do something, had to defend his own, his sweet Martha, and the little ones.                      

Jacob did not know how he had first found out they were coming, about the redneck rampage, maybe something overheard in Otis Junction when he went to get his monthly provisions, maybe from somebody at the Lord’s Worship Baptist Church over in Oxbridge that time he went for Jim Jackson’s daughter’s wedding. But no question either that they were coming, coming to throw the worst fear into every last “nigger” (their term, always their term even when directly speaking to a negro, just one more way to put the black man behind the eight ball) within one hundred miles of Hattiesburg once they heard that some blacks were going right to the farms to get other blacks, farmers and small town dwellers alike, to register to vote, to exercise their American-given right to have a say in things. He had never voted, never cared if he voted, and never even really tried once he had gotten wise to Mister Jim Crow and his ways even though he could, mother taught, read and write as well as any white man in the county, hell, maybe in the state of Mississippi. He wanted no trouble, wanted no part of Mister, no part of confronting Mister Jim Crow and just wanted to be left alone. And that was that.     

That was that until he heard about those Philadelphia boys, and until he had heard that they had, that white trash that had been put up to it by Mister and his damn White Citizens Councils, burned down Jack Lewis’ place, his beautiful little shack that he had spent half a life time trying to fix up, when he decided to lead his fellow church people to Hattiesburg to register to vote. Jacob still did not care whether he voted or not, registered or not, but since he was, the way things were going, to be targeted anyway just for being black, poor and nothing but a sharecropper well that was enough. Enough to get him and a few fellows, young bucks, sons of farmers he had met over the years although he did not know them or their sons well, and get ready to defend their land, come hell or high water, defend the land like some avenging angels arms in hand like they were heeding some ghost call from that old black abolitionist rabble-rouser Frederick Douglass with his call “to arms, sable warriors, to arms, the hour is at hand” to fight for freedom one more time. 

Yah, it had come to that, come to simple black manhood time, time to either keep that lifetime head bent down, or walk on two black feet. And when it came to that showdown they were ready as Ebby Johnson’s son, William, a veteran of Korea, showed them how to use their shotguns to effect. And that knowledge came in handy one night, one night when they heard that a gang of whites was heading up Traversville Road about ten miles from Jacob’s land in three cars shooting and slowly setting fires at random and watching their handiwork. Probably drunk too Jacob (and William) figured. So they set an ambush around Tyler Road, dark, with high ground and easy escape. And that night, whether it ever got recorded, reported, or noted, a small cadre of black men, black avenging angels (no niggers, nigras, or even negroes now) sent a fusillade of shotgun fire down at the three cars coming up that black night Mississippi road. And, you know, no marauding rednecks ever came within twenty miles of Jacob Block’s land again. And while he never took the time to register to vote when that became easier later he was always at pains to tell  everybody he knew that one sweaty fearful night he had  done all the voting he needed to do…         

The original "Ten Point Program" from October, 1966 was as follows:[39][40]



1. We want freedom. We want power to determine the destiny of our black Community.

We believe that black people will not be free until we are able to determine our destiny.



2. We want full employment for our people.

We believe that the federal government is responsible and obligated to give every man employment or a guaranteed income. We believe that if the white American businessmen will not give full employment, then the means of production should be taken from the businessmen and placed in the community so that the people of the community can organize and employ all of its people and give a high standard of living.



3. We want an end to the robbery by the white man of our black Community.

We believe that this racist government has robbed us and now we are demanding the overdue debt of forty acres and two mules. Forty acres and two mules was promised 100 years ago as restitution for slave labor and mass murder of black people. We will accept the payment as currency which will be distributed to our many communities. The Germans are now aiding the Jews in Israel for the genocide of the Jewish people. The Germans murdered six million Jews. The American racist has taken part in the slaughter of over 50 million black people; therefore, we feel that this is a modest demand that we make.



4. We want decent housing, fit for shelter of human beings.

We believe that if the white landlords will not give decent housing to our black community, then the housing and the land should be made into cooperatives so that our community, with government aid, can build and make decent housing for its people.



5. We want education for our people that exposes the true nature of this decadent American society. We want education that teaches us our true history and our role in the present-day society.



We believe in an educational system that will give to our people a knowledge of self. If a man does not have knowledge of himself and his position in society and the world, then he has little chance to relate to anything else.



6. We want all black men to be exempt from military service.



We believe that black people should not be forced to fight in the military service to defend a racist government that does not protect us. We will not fight and kill other people of color in the world who, like black people, are being victimized by the white racist government of America. We will protect ourselves from the force and violence of the racist police and the racist military, by whatever means necessary.



7. We want an immediate end to POLICE BRUTALITY and MURDER of black people.

We believe we can end police brutality in our black community by organizing black self-defense groups that are dedicated to defending our black community from racist police oppression and brutality. The Second Amendment to the Constitution of the United States gives a right to bear arms. We therefore believe that all black people should arm themselves for self defense.



8. We want freedom for all black men held in federal, state, county and city prisons and jails.

We believe that all black people should be released from the many jails and prisons because they have not received a fair and impartial trial.



9. We want all black people when brought to trial to be tried in court by a jury of their peer group or people from their black communities, as defined by the Constitution of the United States.



We believe that the courts should follow the United States Constitution so that black people will receive fair trials. The 14th Amendment of the U.S. Constitution gives a man a right to be tried by his peer group. A peer is a person from a similar economic, social, religious, geographical, environmental, historical and racial background. To do this the court will be forced to select a jury from the black community from which the black defendant came. We have been, and are being tried by all-white juries that have no understanding of the "average reasoning man" of the black community.



10. We want land, bread, housing, education, clothing, justice and peace. And as our major political objective, a United Nations-supervised plebiscite to be held throughout the black colony in which only black colonial subjects will be allowed to participate for the purpose of determining the will of black people as to their national destiny.



When in the course of human events, it becomes necessary for one people to dissolve the political bands which have connected them with another, and to assume, among the powers of the earth, the separate and equal station to which the laws of nature and nature's God entitle them, a decent respect to the opinions of mankind requires that they should declare the causes which impel them to the separation.



We hold these truths to be self- evident, that all men are created equal; that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable rights; that among these are life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. That, to secure these rights, governments are instituted among men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed; that, whenever any form of government becomes destructive of these ends, it is the right of the people to alter or to abolish it, and to institute a new government, laying its foundation on such principles, and organizing its powers in such form, as to them shall seem most likely to effect their safety and happiness. Prudence, indeed, will dictate that governments long established should not be changed for light and transient causes; and accordingly, all experience hath shown, that mankind are more disposed to suffer, while evils are sufferable, than to right themselves by abolishing the forms to which they are accustomed. But, when a long train of abuses and usurpations, pursuing invariable the same object, evinces a design to reduce them under absolute despotism, it is their right, it is their duty, to throw off such government, and to provide new guards for their future security.

The Last Thing On My Mind-With Tom Paxton’s “Last Thing On My Mind” In Mind

The Last Thing On My Mind-With Tom Paxton’s “Last Thing On My Mind” In Mind





By Si Landon  

Eric Long didn’t know exactly how it had happened, didn’t know how the whole blessed thing fell apart after so many years together. Didn’t know that his sweetie, his “sweet pea” his pet name for her, his Mona, was so radically dissatisfied with their lives together the night that she laid out her future plans, future plans that did not include him. Had to take some journey of discovery to find her spiritual being she called it. He could never quite figure out what she meant by that since the “spiritual,” that New Age business that she lived by and for and he was leery, very leery of, was totally foreign to the way he operated in the world, the world of hard-boiled radical anti-war politics and taking heed, being guided by in fact, the notion that this was a dangerous world and watch out, watch your back (and she fragile and defenseless against the villains watch her back as well, maybe watched it too much and smothered her ability to breathe on her own). 

Could never quite talk the same language with her on those issues where to use an expression that she had come to use more frequently to describe their relationship of late they were “two ships passing in the night,” could never get the idea that she was drowning in some Mona-made sea, that she was unsure of her place in the sun, and worst of all not sure of who she was. For him who knew exactly what he was about, well, maybe not exactly as it turned out but at least for public consumption he appeared to be driven by a set of specific tasks and orientations and so could not follow her on that path she has set for herself.   

Funny the night in question was their “wine date” night, a time they had established a couple of years before as a way to be together and share whatever there was to share, usually day to day stuff and not such a decisive split. That too had been predicated on a prior series of misunderstandings and falling apart that was only staunched for that precious moment by his willingness to join her in couples counselling (That “willingness” subject to his understanding that he was under the gun and that if he had not done as she had asked then that first lowering of the boom would have been the last and they would now have been separated for about two years now.)

Although at first he was as leery about this process as he was about the more outlandish and bizarre New Age therapies he actually had come to as he called it see that this was significantly different from what he had expected and had embraced the process whole-heartedly what he called “being in one hundred per cent (they had unsuccessfully done the procedure many years before both agreeing then and now that the counsellor was not particularly helpful). The thrust of this new procedure was that it was less driven by trying to figure out what in their mutual troubled childhood pasts had made them both attracted to each but also too scarred by those experiences to let the past slip away against their love for each other. So at the counselling they would spent each session looking for “today” ways that they could relate to each other and hence the “wine date” idea. Simple but effective since they either had a going out date or they did not really relate to each other in the vast amounts of time over the previous few years when both had effectively retired. Eric found the sweet wines a way to relax (a problem that as we shall find was the crux of what went south in the current lowering of the boom).                

Oh sure Eric as he told his friend Peter a few days later when the initial shock had worn off a bit he and Mona  had had their problems over the previous few years but they were supposed to be working on getting closer like with that wine date business. For several years before that they had definitely been drifting apart, had become in his term “roommates” and hers “ships passing in the night” until one day on U.S. Interstate 5 just outside of San Diego he had exploded at her in the car telling her they couldn’t keep going on the way they were going, something had to give. The underlying reason for his outburst though was that he had kindled up a relationship with an old high school classmate whom he did know in school but who he had met on-line when he was searching for information about his high school class reunion that was coming up. In the back of his mind he was half-way ready to quit the whole thing himself.

After that incident it had gotten pretty heavy with that old classmate but when push came to shove, when he was confronted with the thought of total separation and good-bye with his sweet pea he had backed off. The price for that thought, the price that he was willing to pay to stay with Mona was to go into couples counselling in which he gave what he thought, and more importantly she thought, was good faith effort to reconcile their differences, her grievances against him. That was the source of the wine date idea provided by the counsellor as way they were to make connections in a quiet and cozy environment. Eric thought when Mona lowered the boom on him this time that a lot of what was driving her as much as her need to find her own path in life was deep and unspoken continued resentment over that “affair” with the old classmate.   


The couples counselling went on for about a year until around the time they had gone to Paris, a place that she had never been to but had desired to go to since she was a young girl like a lot of young girls. They had a great time there. But about a week after they came back Mona lowered the boom on him the first time. She wanted out under similar conditions to the latest episode. The result of letting him stay was for him to go into individual counselling which he agreed to do. He committed himself to a year in her presence but the year had not been up before this fatal night. That grievous parting had been the last thing on his mind. That broke him down in front of Peter. He couldn’t finish his story to Peter that night and maybe never ….