Monday, August 05, 2013

Bradley’s mother and aunt’s first interview: He felt compelled to let the world see what he had seen


8-year-old Bradley with mother Susan (left) and aunt Sharon (middle) Read more: http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2384132/A-traitor-To-Bradley-Manning-innocent-Superman-says-mother.html#ixzz2b82vz3BX Follow us: @MailOnline on Twitter | DailyMail on Facebook
8-year-old Bradley with mother Susan (left) and aunt Sharon (middle)
The Daily Mail. August 4, 2013
The Welsh mother of WikiLeaks whistleblower Bradley Manning last night told him to ‘never give up hope’ as he faced up to spending the rest of his life in prison.

Susan Manning says she knows she may never see him again following his conviction last week on spying charges at a US Army court martial hearing.

But in her first interview since Bradley, 25, was arrested for exposing US military secrets more than three years ago, Mrs Manning adds: ‘Never give up hope, son. I know I may never see you again but I know you will be free one day. I pray it is soon. I love you, Bradley and I always will.’

She told how she will never forget a visit he made to her in 2006 when she was being treated for a major stroke in her hometown of Haverfordwest, Pembrokeshire.
He was wearing a Superman T-shirt and Mrs Manning, 59, says: ‘Please remember, Bradley, you will always be my Superman.’

It was also during that visit in 2006 that he told her for the first time that he was gay.

Mrs Manning, stricken by health problems that have left her unable to visit her son in the US since February 2011, could not bring herself to turn on her television or radio to hear a US Army judge convict Bradley. Instead she lay curled up in a ball in her bedroom.

She had closed her curtains and was lying in the dark with a mobile phone at her side so her sister Sharon Staples, 50, who lives four miles from her, could keep in touch.
A Mail on Sunday reporter was at the home of Mrs Staples – who helped care for Bradley when he was a child – when the verdict arrived.

Back in May 2010, when it emerged that a skinny, bespectacled American soldier called Bradley Manning had been arrested for the largest leak of classified secrets in US military history, his family were the only people not shocked by the news.

It was revealed that he had forwarded to WikiLeaks more than 250,000 diplomatic cables, 500,000 Army battlefield logs and videos of US forces in Iraq and Afghanistan making disparaging remarks about the men they had just killed.

But his family in Wales had witnessed his obsession with computers from an early age – and noted his growing rage against perceived injustices.
Mrs Staples, the aunt who helped raise Bradley after his parents’ marriage collapsed, says: ‘If anyone was going to get themselves arrested for leaking hundreds of thousands of secret documents and end up in jail for it, it was going to be our Bradley.
17-year-old Bradley during a visit to Wales
17-year-old Bradley during a visit to Wales
‘He just seemed to have a burning sense of wanting to right any injustice from such a young age.
‘He’d had a very tough childhood in many ways and he’d had to grow up too quickly. His childhood was cut short by all the unhappiness he experienced as a boy.’

Susan met Bradley’s American father, Brian, in Haverfordwest in her early 20s. He was stationed at the nearby Cawdor Barracks, where he served for five years as an intelligence analyst with the US Navy.

They were married within a year and, when Brian was posted to California a couple of years later, Susan and their daughter Casey, two, joined him. Nine years later, they had moved to Oklahoma, and Bradley was born.
By now Brian was working as an IT executive for car rental agency Hertz and was often away on month-long business trips. Bradley initially enjoyed a happy, carefree childhood in Oklahoma but when he was 12 his parents’ marriage foundered.

After the split, Brian met another woman, also called Susan, whom he later married. Worse still for Bradley, he felt the two sons of his father’s new bride, both close in age to himself, were his dad’s new priorities. It left him feeling rejected and abandoned.
Susan returned to Pembrokeshire with Bradley in 2001 and enrolled him at Tasker Milward comprehensive in Haverfordwest. But he soon became a target for bullies.

Mrs Staples says: ‘They’d pelt their house with eggs day and night and his home life was just as tough. Susan wasn’t at all well and Bradley bore the brunt of that at a time when he should have been working hard for his upcoming GCSEs.

‘Bradley felt he had to look after her and went from being a grade A pupil to leaving school without any GCSEs to his name.
‘From the age of 12 or so, Bradley was having to be the man of the house and that placed huge responsibility on his shoulders that I don’t think he was ready for.

‘He was very intense about everything and seemed to have a much stronger sense of injustice, of what is right and wrong, than most people.
‘He was forever talking about the wrongs that he felt were being committed by certain US senators – but of course we’d never heard of any of them so couldn’t contribute to the conversation.
So eventually he’d get bored and go off and sit at one of his computers instead. I sensed that the computer was his escape.’

Bradley flew back to the US when he was 16 after his father persuaded a friend to give him a job with his computer firm. But Bradley’s poor people skills soon let him down.
‘He kept telling his boss how to do his job,’ says Mrs Staples. ‘He’d pull him up all the time for mistakes in the way he was programming his computer. After a few weeks, the boss fired Bradley because he thought he was too big for his boots.’

When Bradley was 18, his father again offered to ‘pull strings’ to land him another job – in the US Army. But Bradley took the initiative and signed himself up while visiting another aunt, his father’s lawyer sister Debbie, in Washington DC.

He remained in regular contact by phone and email with his mother and aunt Sharon in Wales, but they found it difficult to match the ‘scrawny little kid in boxers and a blanket’ to the smart young man now dressed in military uniform.

Mrs Staples says all of his family were ‘very proud’ of him being in the army – but that pride turned to horror in May 2010 when Bradley was arrested.
It was Brian who broke the news to the Welsh side of the family. Mrs Staples, by now running a busy cleaning company employing ten staff, says: ‘I was at work when I got a call from him.

‘His voice was very solemn and he said, “Sharon, Bradley has been arrested. He is in big trouble. Can you let Susan know, please?’’
‘He didn’t tell me any more at the time but told me to watch the TV. I turned it on and there was Bradley’s face staring back.

‘For a second, I thought, what the hell is Bradley doing on the telly? Then I sat down and listened to what he was being accused of.

‘Memories of him at the computer as a boy flooded back. One thought in particular came back to me of the time he’d come back to Haverfordwest to see his mum at Withybush Hospital, after her stroke in 2006.

‘He was wearing his Superman T-shirt and he’d dyed his blonde hair black. I remembered him telling me and my husband, Joe, that he couldn’t walk round town here because he’d be mobbed.

‘At the time I thought, “Get real, mate, you’re not a celebrity.” But he’s certainly fulfilled his dream now, that’s for sure.’
The family’s horror at his arrest in 2010 deepened the following year when they visited him in jail as he awaited his court-martial.

Susan, accompanied by Sharon and her husband and suffering worsening health problems, made her first and only trip to the US to visit Bradley in February 2011 at a US marines’ base at Quantico in Virginia.

She was permitted four one-hour meetings with her son, who was being kept in solitary confinement. Sharon and Joe were not allowed inside.
Sharon says that, after the first visit, Susan fell into her sister’s arms and sobbed: ‘You wouldn’t treat a bloody animal like they’re treating Bradley.

‘He was sitting on the other side of a glass partition and when I walked in I heard the sound of the chains round his hands and feet before I saw him.’

Sharon says: ‘Most of the time, they sat in silence but held each other’s gaze. She didn’t get to hug him, but was able to tell him she loved him.

‘I don’t believe Susan will ever see him again. He’ll be behind bars until he’s an old man, if not for ever, and there’s no way Susan is healthy enough to fly out to America now.

‘It’s going to take a miracle to get him out. And to think people are released from prison after 12 years for murder.’

The following November, Mrs Staples and Joe, a 49-year-old kitchen and bathroom designer, made a second trip to the US to visit Bradley.
By now, he had been transferred to Fort Leavenworth, Kansas – a five-hour each way trip from Oklahoma. ‘It was freezing cold and dead deer lined the road as we neared the prison,’ says Mrs Staples. ‘It was pretty bleak.

‘When we arrived, even though we’d been approved for the visit, the guards seemed hell-bent on delaying us so we’d have as little time with Bradley as possible.

‘In the end, we got 40 minutes with him, but it was worth it.

‘We walked in and Bradley was already in this huge room, dressed in orange overalls like they wear at Guantanamo Bay.

‘There were guards and guns everywhere and microphones directly above where we were supposed to sit – but there was no glass partition and he didn’t have his chains on, so we could hug each other.
‘I threw my arms round him and gave him the biggest hug and a kiss. “That’s from your mum,’’ I said. ‘She says to tell you she loves you.

‘He said he was fed up with having to eat chicken all the time because there were no other choices, but he’d been watching plenty of TV. I asked him if he wanted me to send him anything and he said, “Everything I want is in here and here.’’

‘As he said the word “here’’, he pointed to his head, then his heart.
‘His mind certainly seemed organised and strong. I’d always thought of him as a spoilt child but I could see now that he had found a strength I never knew he possessed.’

Mrs Staples has not seen her nephew since that day and although he kept in touch with family by mail for a time, he has not seen, spoken or written to any of his relatives for the past ten months.

‘We’re really worried about why that is,’ she says. ‘Are they preventing him from making contact? We just don’t know.’

Their first glimpse of Bradley since 2011 was this week when he appeared at his court-martial in a small courtroom at Fort Meade, near Baltimore.
Mrs Staples watched on television as the judge acquitted her nephew of the most serious charge of aiding the enemy – but found him guilty of more than 20 crimes.
‘I phoned Susan,’ she says. ‘She was sitting in her bedroom with the curtains closed. I told her to turn the TV on and watch it and she said, “Is it bad news?”

‘‘No,’ I said. ‘I wouldn’t be ringing you to tell you to watch if it was bad news.’ Afterwards, we spoke again on the phone and she said, “Yes, that’s brilliant news.”

‘And it is really because it offers some hope. Like me, Susan knows he’s not coming home any time soon – but at least there’s a chance now that he’ll be released before he dies. There’s something to play for.

‘But I’m not getting carried away – he still faces a maximum of 136 years in prison.’
However, lawyers for the whistleblower are now seeking to reduce his potential sentence by having some of his convictions merged.

The sentencing hearing is scheduled to continue until August 23, but Mrs Staples says she believes the process will last much longer.

‘Bradley’s sister Casey has told me she is one of several witnesses the judge wants to make statements to the court about him – and that is going to take time. It could be months before he is sentenced.

‘I’m just praying for leniency.’

Collateral Murder

Bradley decided to release the batch of classified documents to WikiLeaks after watching a video of an US Apache helicopter opening fire on a group of people in Iraq, incorrectly identified by the pilots as armed insurgents, his aunt believes.
After a voice on the transmission urges the pilots to ‘light ’em all up’, the individuals on the street are shot by the gunship’s cannon.
A few minutes later, a van whose occupants appear to be picking up a wounded person is fired on too.
Two children were among the casualties.
Mrs Staples believes the world will one day see Bradley’s actions as heroic.
She said: ‘How many people wish the Nazi death camp guards who looked the other way had done what Bradley did?
‘One day, maybe even America will recognise that he did the right thing. He felt compelled to let the world see what he had seen.’
Let’s Redouble Our Efforts To Free Private Bradley Manning-President Obama Pardon Bradley Manning -Make Every Town Square In America (And The World) A Bradley Manning Square From Boston To Berkeley to Berlin-Join Us In Central Square, Cambridge, Ma. For A Stand-Out For Bradley- Wednesdays From 5:00-6:00 PM
 
 


Six Ways To Support Heroic Wikileaks Whistle-Blower Private Bradley Manning

*Sign the online petition at the Bradley Manning Support Network (for link go to http://www.bradleymanning.org/ ) addressed to the Secretary of the Army to drop all the charges and free Bradley Manning-1100 plus days are enough! Join the over 30,000 supporters in the United States and throughout the world clamoring for Bradley’s well-deserved freedom.

*Call (202) 685-2900-The military is pulling out all the stops to chill efforts to increase transparency in our government. Now, we’re asking you to join us to ensure we’re doing all we can to secure Bradley’s freedom as well as protection for future whistleblowers.

Major General Jeffery S. Buchanan is the Convening Authority for Bradley’s court martial, which means that he has the authority to decrease Bradley’s sentence, no matter what the judge decides.

 

Please help us reach all these important contacts: Adrienne Combs, Deputy Officer Public Affairs (202) 685-2900 adrienne.m.combs.civ@mail.mil- Col. Michelle Martin-Hing, Public Affairs Officer (202) 685-4899 michelle.l.martinhing.mil@mail.mil The Public Affairs Office fax #: 202-685-0706-Try e-mailing Maj. Gen. Buchanan at jeffrey.s.buchanan@us.army.mil The Public Affairs Office is required to report up the chain of command the number of calls they receive on a particular issue, so please help us flood the office with support for whistleblower Bradley Manning today!

*Come to our stand-out in support of Private Bradley Manning in Central Square, Cambridge, Ma. (Corner of Massachusetts Avenue and Prospect Street near MBTA Redline station) every Wednesday between 5-6 PM.

*Contribute to the Bradley Manning Defense Fund- now that the trial has started funds are urgently needed! The hard fact of the American legal system is the more funds available the better the defense, especially in political prisoner cases like Bradley’s.  The government has unlimited financial and personnel resources to prosecute Bradley. And has used them. So help out with whatever you can spare. For link go to http://www.bradleymanning.org/

*Call (Comments”202-456-1111), write The White House, 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue NW, Washington, DC 20500, e-mail-(http://www.whitehouse.gov’contact/submitquestions-and comments) the White House to demand President Obama pardon Bradley Manning.

*Write letters of solidarity to Bradley Manning while he is being tried. Bradley’s mailing address: Commander, HHC, USAG, Attn: PFC Bradley Manning, 239 Sheridan Avenue, Bldg. 417, JBM-HH, VA 22211. Bradley Manning cannot receive stamps or money in any form. Photos must be on copy paper. Along with “contraband,” “inflammatory material” is not allowed. Six page maximum. Mail sent to the above address is forwarded to Bradley.    
 
 
***From The Boston Bradley Manning Support Committee Archives (Summer 2013 )
 
 

As Bradley Manning’s trial winds down- All out on July 27th at Park Street Station at 1:00 PM for an international day of solidarity with the heroic Wikileaks whistle-blower – Check Facebook https://www.facebook.com/savebradley#!/events/191172314377855/?fref=ts


Five Ways To Support Heroic Wikileaks Whistle-Blower Private Bradley Manning

*Sign the online petition at the Bradley Manning Support Network (for link go to http://www.bradleymanning.org/ ) addressed to the Secretary of the Army to drop all the charges and free Bradley Manning-1100 plus days are enough! Join the over 30,000 supporters in the United States and throughout the world clamoring for Bradley’s well-deserved freedom.

*Come to our stand-out in support of Private Bradley Manning in Central Square, Cambridge, Ma. (Corner of Massachusetts Avenue and Prospect Street near MBTA Redline station) every Wednesday between 5-6 PM.

*Contribute to the Bradley Manning Defense Fund- now that the trial has started funds are urgently needed! The hard fact of the American legal system is the more funds available the better the defense, especially in political prisoner cases like Bradley’s. The government has unlimited financial and personnel resources to prosecute Bradley. And has used them. So help out with whatever you can spare. For link go to http://www.bradleymanning.org/

*Call (Comments”202-456-1111), write The White House, 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue NW, Washington, DC 20500, e-mail-(http://www.whitehouse.gov’contact/submitquestions-and comments) the White House to demand President Obama pardon Bradley Manning.

*Write letters of solidarity to Bradley Manning while he is being tried. Bradley’s mailing address: Commander, HHC, USAG, Attn: PFC Bradley Manning, 239 Sheridan Avenue, Bldg. 417, JBM-HH, VA 22211. Bradley Manning cannot receive stamps or money in any form. Photos must be on copy paper. Along with “contraband,” “inflammatory material” is not allowed. Six page maximum. Mail sent to the above address is forwarded to Bradley.
*** Out In The 1950s Be-Bop Night -The Smells, Ah, The Smells Of Childhood- Ida's Bakery
 


 

Peter Paul Markin, North Adamsville High School Class of 1964, comment:

There are many smells, sounds, tastes, sights and touches stirred up on the memory’s eye trail in search of the old days in North Adamsville. Today though I am in thrall to smells. The why of this thralldom is simply put. I had, a short while ago, passed a neighborhood bakery here on the St. Brendan Street that reeked of the smell of sour-dough bread being baked on the premises. The bakery itself, designated as such by a plainly painted sign-Mrs. Kenney’s Bakery- was a simple extension of someone’s house, living quarters above, and that brought me back to the hunger streets of the old home town and Ida’s holy-of-holies bakery over on Sagamore Street.

Of course one could not dismiss, dismiss at one’s peril, that invigorating smell of the salt air blowing in from North Adamsville Bay when the wind was up. A wind that spoke of high-seas adventures, of escape, of jail break-out from landlocked spiritual destitutes, of, well, on some days just having been blown in from somewhere else for those who sought that great eastern other shoreline. Or how could one forget the still nostril-filling pungent fragrant almost sickening smell emanating from the Proctor &Gamble soap factory across the channel down in the old Adamsville Housing Authority project that defined many a muggy childhood summer night air instead of sweet dreams and puffy clouds. Or that never to be forgotten slightly oily, sulfuric smell at low- tide down at North Adamsville Beach, the time of the clam diggers and their accomplices trying to eke a living or a feeding out of that slimy mass. Or evade the fetid smell of marsh weeds steaming up from the disfavored Squaw Rock end of the beach, the adult haunts. (Disfavored, disfavored when it counted in the high teenage dudgeon be-bop 1960s night, post-school dance or drive-in movie love slugfest, for those who took their “submarine races” dead of night viewing seriously. And I do not, or will not spell the significance of that teen lingo race expression even for those who did their teenage “parking” in the throes of the wild high plains Kansas night. You can figure that out yourselves.)

Or the smell sound of the ocean floor at twilight (or dawn, if you got lucky)on those days when the usually tepid waves aimlessly splashed against the shoreline stones, broken clam shells, and other fauna and flora turned around and became a real roaring ocean, acting out Mother Nature’s high life and death drama, and in the process acted to calm a man’s (or a man-child’s) nerves in the frustrating struggle to understand a world not of one’s own making. Moreover, I know I do not have to stop very long to tell this retro crowd, the crowd that will read this piece, about the smell taste of that then just locally famous HoJo’s ice cream back in the days. Jimmied up and frosted to take one’s breath away. Or those char-broiled hot dogs and hamburgers sizzling on your back-yard barbecue pit or, better, from one of the public pits down at the beach. But the smell that I am ghost-smelling today is closer to home as a result of a fellow classmate’s bringing this to my attention awhile back (although, strangely, if the truth be known I was already on the verge of “exploring" this very subject). Today, after passing that home front bakery, as if a portent, I bow down in humble submission to the smells from Ida’s Bakery.

You, if you are of a certain age, at or close to AARP-eligible age, and neighborhood, Irish (or some other ethnic-clinging enclave) filled with those who maybe did not just get off the boat but maybe their parents did, remember Ida’s, right? Even if you have never set foot one in old North Adamsville, or even know where the place is. If you lived within a hair’s breathe of any Irish neighborhood and if you grew up probably any time in the first half of the 20th century you “know” Ida’s. My Ida ran a bakery out of her living room, or maybe it was the downstairs and she lived upstairs, in the 1950s and early 1960s (beyond that period I do not know).

An older grandmotherly woman when I knew Ida who had lost her husband, lost him to drink, or, as was rumored, persistently rumored although to a kid it was only so much adult air talk, to another woman. Probably it was the drink as was usual in our neighborhoods with the always full hang-out Dublin Grille just a couple of blocks up the street. She had, heroically in retrospect, raised a parcel of kids on the basis of her little bakery including some grandchildren that I played ball with over at Welcome Young field also just up the street, and also adjacent to my grandparents’ house on Kendrick Street.

Now I do not remember all the particulars about her beyond the grandmotherly appearance I have just described, except that she still carried that hint of a brogue that told you she was from the “old sod” but that did not mean a thing in that neighborhood because at any give time when the brogues got wagging you could have been in Limerick just as easily as North Adamsville. Also she always, veil of tears hiding maybe, had a smile for one and all coming through her door, and not just a commercial smile either.  

Nor do I know much about how she ran her operation, except that you could always tell when she was baking something in back because she had a door bell tinkle that alerted her to when someone came in and she would come out from behind a curtained entrance, shaking flour from her hands, maybe, or from her apron-ed dress ready to take your two- cent order-with a smile, and not a commercial smile either but I already told you that.

Nor, just now, do I remember all of what she made or how she made it but I do just now, rekindled by this morning’s sough-dough yeasty smell, remember the smells of fresh oatmeal bread that filtered up to the playing fields just up the street from her store on Fridays when she made that delicacy. Fridays meant oatmeal bread, and, as good practicing Catholics were obliged to not eat red meat on that sacred day, tuna fish. But, and perhaps this is where I started my climb to quarrelsome heathen-dom I balked at such a desecration. See, grandma would spring for a fresh loaf, a fresh right from the oven loaf, cut by a machine that automatically sliced the bread (the first time I had seen such a useful gadget). And I would get to have slathered peanut butter (Skippy, of course) and jelly (Welch’s grape, also of course) and a glass of milk. Ah, heaven.

And just now I memory smell those white-flour dough, deeply- browned Lenten hot-cross buns white frosting dashed that signified that hellish deprived high holy catholic Lent was over, almost. Beyond that I draw blanks. Know this those. All that sweet sainted goddess (or should be) Ida created from flour, eggs, yeast, milk and whatever other secret devil’s ingredient she used to create her other simple baked goods may be unnamed-able but they put my mother, my grandmother, your mother, your grandmother in the shade. And that is at least half the point. You went over to Ida’s to get high on those calorie-loaded goodies. And in those days with youth at your back, and some gnawing hunger that never quite got satisfied, that back that was okay. Believe me it was okay. I swear I will never forget those glass-enclosed delights that stared out at me in my sugar hunger. I may not remember much about the woman, her life, where she was from, or any of that. This I do know- in this time of frenzied interest in all things culinary Ida's simple recipes and her kid-maddening bakery smells still hold a place of honor.

***Out In The 1970s Be-Bop Rock ‘N’ Rock Night-When The Music’s Over- “The Last Waltz- A Film Review


DVD Review

The Last Waltz, The Band, various rock, folk rock and blues artists, directed by Martin Scorsese, United Artists, 1978

It’s funny sometimes how when you are hooked into certain musical vibes like going back in the day to classic rock ‘n’ roll things, things like remembrances of long lost bands, turn up in odd places. That is the case here with the Martin Scorsese documentary film, The Last Waltz, the filming of The Band’s last concert in 1976.

And here is the sequence of how I got there. I had heard, several years ago, that Bob Dylan was putting out as part of his now seemingly never-ending official boot-leg series, some work that he did with The Band back in the mid-1960s when he was “hiding” out with them after his motorcycle accident out in the Woodstock (yeah, that Woodstock) area of upstate New York making all kinds of interesting music from a number of genres. I made a mental note to check it out but did not pursue the thought until recently. Then I headed to a local library to see if they had a CD of the work since they had other in the series (and in fact has a separate Dylan drawer for all of their CD collection of him). They didn’t have it, or rather it was out. So I went to the Dylan drawer to check on some other possibilities and there I found a set of five CD’s entitled the Real Woodstock Sessions Boot-leg series (or something like that). And that find contained (along with plenty of odd-ball outtakes and other miscellanea) some incredible versions of famous folk, folk rock, and country songs like Joshua Gone Barbados, Spanish Is The Loving Tongue, I Forgot To Remember To Forget Her, and stuff like that. All done in just kind of off-handedly way, Dylan and The Band off-handedly.

That is a rather circuitous way to explain the "why" of this review of The Last Waltz that I had seen when it originally came out in 1978 and have now re-viewed. What popped out at me in this second sighting was that these guys displayed in this two hour documentary that same kind of off-handed serious musicianship that I sensed in the boot-leg CD series mentioned above. No only did they rock, when rock was called for, but they could turn around musically (and instrumentally too) and do, well, a waltz.

Hell, some of the instruments they were playing, and playing with professional abandon, I am not even sure I know the names of. And that explains Scorsese interest in doing this piece. He sensed a good story behind the rock and roll, a story of a band coming together when it counts-on stage. But also when, as band leader Robbie Robertson put it, it is time to move on after over a decade on the road. The road is a monster only the crazed, and Bob Dylan, can keep rolling along on. The Band got “off the bus” while they still had plenty of music left in them, just not together.

That said, all that is left is to pick out some highlights from some of the performers who showed up to bid adieu. Aside from a couple of numbers of their own The Band’s strength here was as “back-up” for a number of performers, most notably Neil Young on Helpless, Van Morrison on Radio, Joni Mitchell on Coyote, Bob Dylan on I Shall Be Released (along with the entire ensemble), Muddy Waters On Mannish-Child, and going back to their roots, Ronnie Hawkins on Who Do You Love. Nice stuff, nice stuff indeed if you are interested in knowing what it was like when men (and women) played rock and roll for keeps.

Sunday, August 04, 2013

From The Marxist Archives-Black Liberation and the Struggle for Workers Revolution

Workers Vanguard No. 908
15 February 2008
TROTSKY
LENIN
Black Liberation and the Struggle for Workers Revolution
(Quote of the Week)
As fighters for black liberation through socialist revolution, we are indebted to American Trotskyist Richard S. Fraser who first developed the program of revolutionary integrationism. In two talks for the L.A. branch of the then-revolutionary Socialist Workers Party in 1953, when Jim Crow segregation was still the rule in the South, Fraser explained the material roots of black oppression and underlined the centrality of the fight for black liberation to the struggle for proletarian revolution.
Karl Marx proved conclusively, however, that it was not greed but property relations which make it possible for exploitation to exist.
When applied to the Negro question, the theory of morality means that the root of the problem of discrimination and white supremacy is prejudice. This is the reigning theory of American liberalism and is the means by which the capitalists throw the responsibility for the Jim Crow system upon the population as a whole. If people weren’t prejudiced there would be no Negro problem. This contention is fundamentally false.
The position in which the Negro people are placed in U.S. society is the direct result of the system of color slavery. Color prejudice under slavery resulted from the degraded position of the Negro. The Negro was virtually the entire southern working force and color prejudice reflected the degraded position of labor as a whole in society. The greatest humiliation that white men in the old South could undergo was being forced to do productive labor....
The triumph of capitalism in the South brought not the free labor market, but the adaptation of the plantation system of color discrimination and compulsory labor to capitalist property relations. In this contradiction between the tendency of capitalism to operate with a free labor market and the reality of semi-slave labor, all the weird social relations and prejudices which originated under slavery were intensified by the victory of capitalism....
Discrimination and prejudice in the rest of the United States derives directly from the southern system, feeds upon it, and like racial discrimination throughout the world is completely dependent upon it. The capitalist class adapts to its needs the fundamental features of the southern system. In every possible way it perpetuates the division of the working class by establishing throughout the entire nation the basic reciprocal relations between discrimination, segregation and prejudice which are so successful in the South....
Discrimination against Negroes in the United States is so ingrained in the social structure that only complete destruction of capitalism can lay the foundation for the solution of the Negro question.
A hundred years ago Karl Marx, in urging the American workers to support the struggle of the slaves for emancipation and to support the northern cause in the Civil War, proclaimed the following truth: “Labor cannot emancipate itself in the white skin where in the black it is branded.” This is just as true today in the modern context of racial discrimination as it was during the struggle against slavery.
—Richard S. Fraser, “The Negro Struggle and the Proletarian Revolution”
(November 1953), printed in “In Memoriam—Richard S. Fraser,”
Prometheus Research Series No. 3, 1990
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Self-Determination for the American Negroes


Coyoacan, Mexico
April 4, 1939
Trotsky: Comrade Johnson proposes that we discuss the Negro question in three pans, the first to be devoted to the programmatic question of self-determination for the Negroes.
Johnson: (There was introduced some statistical material which was not included in the report.) The basic proposals for the Negro question have already been distributed and here it is only necessary to deal with the question of self-determination. No one denies the Negroes’ right to self-determination. It is a question of whether we should advocate it. In Africa and in the West Indies we advocate self-determination because a large majority of the people want it. In Africa the, great masses of the people look upon self-determination as a restoration of their independence. In the West Indies, where we have a population similar in origin to the Negroes in America, there, has been developing a national sentiment. The Negroes are a majority. Already we hear ideas, among the more advanced, of a West Indian nation, and it is highly probable that, even let us suppose that the Negroes were offered full and free rights as citizens of the British Empire, they would probably oppose it and wish to be absolutely free and independent ... It is progressive. It is a step in the right direction. We weaken the enemy. It puts the workers in a position to make great progress toward socialism.
In America the situation is different. The Negro desperately wants to be an American citizen. He says, ‘I have been here from the beginning; I did all the work here in the early days. Jews, Poles, Italians, Swedes and others come here and have all the privileges. You say that some of the Germans are spies. I will never spy. I have nobody for whom to spy. And yet you exclude me from the army and from the rights of citizenship.’
In Poland and Catalonia there is a tradition of language, literature and history to add to the economic and political oppression and to help weld the population in its progressive demand for self-determination. In America it is not so. Let us look at certain historic events in the development of the Negro America.
Garvey raised the slogan ‘Back to Africa’, but the Negroes who followed him did not believe for the most part that they were really going back to Africa. We know that those in the West Indies who were following him had not the slightest intention of going back to Africa, but they were glad to follow a militant leadership. And there is the case of a black woman who was pushed by a white woman in a street car and said to her. ‘You wait until Marcus gets into power and all you people will be treated in the way you deserve’. Obviously she was not thinking of poor Africa.
There was, however, this concentration on the Negroes’ problems simply because the white workers in 1919 were not developed. There was no political organization of any power calling upon the blacks and the whites to unite. The Negroes were just back from the war—militant and having no offer of assistance; they naturally concentrated on their own particular affairs.
In addition, however, we should note that in Chicago, where a race riot took place, the riot was deliberately provoked by the employers. Some time before it actually broke out, the black and white meatpackers had struck and had paraded through the Negro quarter in Chicago with the black population cheering the Whites in the same way that they cheered the blacks. For the capitalists this was a very dangerous thing and they set themselves to creating race friction. At one stage, motor cars, with white people in them, sped through the Negro quarter shooting at all whom they saw. The capitalist press played up the differences and thus set the stage and initiated the riots that took place for dividing the population and driving the Negro back upon himself.
During the period of the crisis there was a rebirth of these nationalist movements. There was a movement toward the 49th state and the movement concentrated around Liberia was developing. These movements assumed fairly large proportions up to at least 1934.
Then in 1936 came the organization of the CIO. John L. Lewis appointed a special Negro department. The New Deal made gestures to the Negroes. Blacks and whites fought together in various struggles. These nationalist movements have tended to disappear as the Negro saw the opportunity to fight with the organised workers and to gain something.
The danger of our advocating and injecting a policy of self-determination is that it is the surest way to divide and confuse the worker’s in the South. The white workers have centuries of prejudice to overcome, but at the present time many of them are working with the Negroes in the Southern sharecroppers’ union and with the rise of the struggle there is every possibility that they will be able to overcome their age-long prejudices. But for us to propose that the Negro have this black state for himself is asking too much from the white workers, especially when the Negro himself is not making the same demand. The slogans of ‘abolition of debts’, ‘confiscation of large properties’, etc, are quite sufficient to lead them both to fight together and on the basis of economic struggle to make a united fight for the abolition of social discrimination.
I therefore propose concretely: (1) That we are for the right of self-determination. (2) If some demand should arise among the Negroes for the right of self-determination we should support it. (3) We do not go out of our way to raise this slogan and place an unnecessary barrier between ourselves and socialism. (4) An investigation should be made into these movements; the one led by Garvey, the movement for the 49th state, the movement centering around Liberia. Find out what groups of the population supported them and on this basis come to some opinion as to how far there is any demand among the Negroes for self-determination.
Carlos: It seems to me the problem can be divided up into a number of different phases: On the question of self-determination, I think it is clear that while we are for self-determination, even to the point of independence, it does not necessarily mean that we favor independence. What we are in favor of is hat a certain case, in a certain locality, they have the right to decide for themselves whether or not they should be independent or what particular governmental arrangements they should have with the majority of the country have with the majority of the country.
On the question of self- determination being necessarily reactionary—I believe that is a little far-fetched.
Self-determination for various nations and groups is not opposed to a future socialist world. I think the question was handled in a polemic between Lenin and Piatakov from the point of view of Russia—of self-determination for the various peoples of Russia while still building a united country. There is not necessarily a contradiction between the two. The socialist society will not be built upon subjugated people, but from a free people. The reactionary or progressive character of self-determination is determined by whether or not it will advance the social revolution. That is the criterion.
As to the point which was made, that we should not advocate a thing if the masses do not want it, that is not correct. We do not advocate things just because the masses want them. The basic question of socialism would come under that category. In the United States only a small percentage of the people want socialism, but still we advocate it. They may want war, but we oppose it. The questions we have to solve are as follows: Will it help in the destruction of American imperialism? If such a movement arises, will the people want it as the situation develops?
I take it that these nationalist movements of which you speak were carried on for years and the struggle was carried on by a handful of people in each case, but in the moment of social crisis the masses rallied to such movements. The same can possibly happen in connection with self-determination of the Negroes.
It seems to me that the so-called black belt is a superexploited section of the American economy. It has all the characteristics of a subjugated section of an empire. It has all the extreme poverty and political inequality. It has the same financial structure - Wall Street exploits the pettybourgeois elements and in turn the poor workers. It represents simply a field for investment and a source of profits. It has the characteristics of part of a colonial empire. It is also essentially a regional matter, for the whites have also been forced to feel a reactism against finance capital.
It would also be interesting to study the possible future development of the Negro question. We saw that when the Negroes were brought to the South they stayed there for many decades. When the war came, many emigrated to the North and there formed a part of the proletariat. That tendency can no longer operate. Capitalism is no longer expanding as it was before. As a matter of fact, during the depression many of them went back to the farms. It is possible that instead of a tendency to emigrate, there will now be a tendency for the Negro to stay in the South.
And there are other factors: The question of the cotton-picking machine which means that the workers will be thrown out of work by the thousands.
To get back to the question of self-determination. There is the possibility that in the midst of the social crisis the manifestation of radicalism takes a double phase: Along with the struggle for economic and social equality, there may be found the demand for the control of their own state. Even in Russia, when the Bolsheviks came to power, the Polish people were not satisfied that this would mean the end of oppression for them. They demanded the right to control their own destiny in their own way. Such a development is possible in the South.
The other questions are important, but I do not think they are basic — that a nation must have its own language, culture and tradition. To a certain extent they have been developing a culture of their own. In any public library can be found books — fiction, anthologies, etc. — expressing a new racial feeling.
Now from the point of view of the United States, the withdrawal of the "black belt" means the weakening of American imperialism by the withdrawal of a big field of investment. That is a blow in favor of the American working class.
It seems to me that self-determination is not opposed to the struggle for social and political and economic equality. In the North such a struggle is immediate and the need is acute. In the North the slogan for economic and political equality is an agitational slogan —an immediate question. From the practical angle, no one suggests that we raise the slogan of self-determination as an agitational one, but as a programmatic one which may become agitational in the future.
There is another factor which might be called the psychological one. If the Negroes think that this is an attempt to segregate them, then it would be best to withhold the slogan until they are convinced that this is not the case.
Trotsky: I do not quite understand whether Comrade Johnson proposes to eliminate the slogan of self-determination for the Negroes from our program, or is it that we do not say that we are ready to do everything possible for the self-determination of the Negroes if they want it themselves. It is a question for the party as a whole, if we eliminate it or not. We are ready to help them if they want it. As a party we can remain absolutely neutral on this. We cannot say it will be reactionary. It is not reactionary. We cannot tell them to set up a state because that will weaken imperialism and so will be good for us, the white workers. That would be against internationalism itself. We cannot say to them, ‘Stay here, even at the price of economic progress’. We can say, ‘It is for you to decide. If you wish to take a part of the country, it is all right, but we do not wish to make the decision for you.
I believe that the differences between the West Indies, Catalonia, Poland and the situation of the Negroes in the States are not so decisive. Rosa Luxemburg was against self-determination for Poland. She felt that it was reactionary and fantastic, as fantastic as demanding the right to fly. It shows that she did not possess the necessary historic imagination in this case. The landlords and representatives of the Polish ruling class were also opposed to self-determination for their own reasons.
Comrade Johnson used three verbs: ‘support’, ‘advocate’ and ‘inject’ the idea of self-determination. I do not propose for the party to advocate, I do not propose to inject, but only to proclaim our obligation to support the struggle for self-determination if the Negroes themselves want it. It is not a question of our Negro comrades. It is a question of 13 or 14 million Negroes. The majority of them ate very backward. They are not very clear as to what they wish now and we must give them a credit for the future. They will decide then.
What you said about the Garvey movement is interesting—but it proves that we must be cautious and broad and not base ourselves upon the status quo. The black woman who said to the white woman, ‘Wait until Marcus is in power. We will know how to treat you then’, was simply expressing her desire for her own state. The American Negroes gathered under the banner of the ‘Back to Africa’ movement because it seemed a possible fulfillment of their wish for their own home. They did not want actually to go to Africa. It was the expression of a mystic desire for a home in which they would be free of the domination of the whites, in which they themselves could control their own fate. That also was a wish for self-determination. It was once expressed by some in a religious form and now it takes the form of a dream of an independent state. Here in the United States the whites are so powerful, so cruel and rich that the poor Negro sharecropper does not dare to say, even to himself, that he will take a part of his country for himself. Garvey spoke in glowing terms, that it was beautiful and that here all would be wonderful. Any psychoanalyst will say that the real content of this dream was to have their own home. It is not an argument in favor of injecting the idea. It is only an argument by which we can foresee the possibility of their giving their dream a more realistic form.
Under the condition that Japan invades the United States and the Negroes are called upon to fight—they may come to feel themselves threatened first from one side and then from the other, and finally awakened, may say, ‘We have nothing to do with either of you. We will have our own state.’
But the black state could enter into a federation. If the American Negroes succeeded in creating their own state, I am sure that after a few years of the satisfaction and pride of independence, they would feel the need of entering into a federation. Even if Catalonia which is very industrialized and highly developed province, had realized its independence, it would have been just a step to federation.
The Jews in Germany and Austria wanted nothing more than to be the best German chauvinists. The most miserable of all was the Social Democrat, Austerlitz, the editor of the Arbeiterzeitung. But now, with the turn of events, Hitler does not permit them to be German chauvinists. Now many of them have become Zionists and are Palestinian nationalists and anti-German. I saw a disgusting picture recently of a Jewish actor, arriving in America, bending down to kiss the soil of the United States. Then they will get a few blows from the fascist fists in the United States and they will go to kiss the soil of Palestine.
There is another alternative to the successful revolutionary one. It is possible that fascism will come to power with its racial delirium and oppression and the reaction of the Negro will be toward racial independence. Fascism in the United States will be directed against the Jews and the Negroes, but against the Negroes particularly, and in a most terrible manner. A privileged’ condition will be created for the American white workers on the backs of the Negroes. The Negroes have done everything possible to become an integral part of the United States, in a psychological as well as a political sense. We must foresee that their reaction will show its power during the revolution. They will enter with a great distrust of the whites. We must remain neutral in the matter and hold the door open for both possibilities and promise our full support if they wish to create their own independent state.
So far as I am informed, it seems to me that the CP’s attitude of making an imperative slogan of it was false. It was a case of the whites saying to the Negroes, ‘You must create a ghetto for yourselves’. It is tactless and false and can only serve to repulse the Negroes. Their only interpretation can be that the whites want to be separated from them. Our Negro comrades of course have the right to participate more intimately in such developments. Our Negro comrades can say, ‘The Fourth International says that if it is our wish to be independent, it will help us in every way possible, but that the choice is ours. However, I, as a Negro member of the Fourth, hold a view that we must remain in the same state as the whites,’ and so on. He can participate in the formation of the political and racial ideology of the Negroes.
Johnson: I am very glad that we have had this discussion, because I agree with you entirely. It seems to be the idea in America that we should advocate it as the CP has done. You seem to think that there is a greater possibility of the Negroes wanting self-determination than I think is probable. But we have a hundred per cent agreement on the idea of which you have put forward that we should be neutral in the development.
Trotsky: It is the word ‘reactionary’ that bothered me.
Johnson: Let me quote from the document : ‘If he wanted self-determination, then however reactionary it might be in every other respect, it would be the business of the revolutionary party to raise that slogan’. I consider the idea of separating as a step backward so far as a socialist society is concerned. If the white workers extend a hand to the Negro, he will not want self-determination.
Trotsky: It is too abstract, because the realization of this slogan can be reached only as the 13 or 14 million Negroes feel that the domination by the whites is terminated. To fight for the possibility of realizing an independent state is a sight of great moral and political awakening. It would be a tremendous revolutionary step. This ascendancy would immediately have the best economic consequences.
Carlos: I think that an analogy could be made in connection with the collectives and the distribution of large estates. One might consider the breaking up of large estates into small plots as reactionary, but it is not necessarily so. But this question is up to the peasants whether they want to operate the estates collectively or individually. We advise the peasants, but we do not force them — it is up to them. Some would say that the breaking up of the large estates into small plots would be economically reactionary, but that is not so.
Trotsky: This was also the position of Rosa Luxemburg. She maintained that self-determination would be as reactionary as the breaking up of the large estates.
Carlos: The question of self-determination is also tied up with the question of land and must be looked upon not only in its political, but also in its economic manifestations.
***From The Boston Bradley Manning Support Committee Archives (Summer 2013 )



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Al Roberts’ Search For The High White Note Night-Take Three


From The Pen Of Frank Jackman

A lot of guys, musical guys anyway, are always trying to reach for that high white note, that elusive note that says they have made it, that they have met god and his graces, in their chosen profession. That reach probably is what has driven more guys (and gals) to play endlessly time after time to at least get to outer contours of that big fat beauty of a sound. A few guys, guys like the Duke, Benny, Lionel, Charlie, Miles and gals, gals like Billie and Big Mama, reached it, reached it at great expense but reached it. Maybe reached it in some approaching dawn hour long after the carrying trade has gone home, the club has shuttered its doors and the guys, guys mainly, smoke wafting through the fetid air, and not only cigarette smoke, got down to the real music in their souls. Others, dog tired from a hard night’s blow, or from cracked fingers over sweaty keyboard, traipsed home to some cold-water flat, some lonely room, neon signs flickering outside their torn window-shaded view, to grab a minute’s shut-eye, maybe fix a drink, or blow a joint and try their hand at immortality.

Still other guys, guys like Al Roberts, though fall down, don’t make it. Maybe it is lack of talent, although Al Julliard –trained on the piano had plenty of talent and his teachers and fellow students stood in awe of his possibilities expecting Carnegie Hall futures, perseverance, although Al from kid time was driven by that beat in his head that would not let him alone, wit, or just plain old circumstances, bad luck or a wrong move but they fall down, fall down hard. Al Roberts, unfortunately was the guy who was the guy in the wrong place at the wrong time almost like something out of an old time black and white B-film noir from the 1940s. He had his dreams; he had his chance to take the brass ring with room to spare but some stuff, some serious stuff, got in the way so we will never know whether he had the stuff to hit that big note floating out into the film noir-like night. First it was that bogus bust for mary jane, hell, a couple of joints, for which he drew ninety days at Rikkers. And then the really bad news came through his agent that a couple of concert halls had put the nix on him, didn’t want the bad karma publicity that came with a doper playing in their venue back in the 1940s and so our man Al, all beautiful hands and ready to make that big note happen any day now, was reduced to back street supper clubs backing up torch singers, torch singers for the most part who could not make the big uptown clubs, and so joined Al’s soul-less fraternity.

Yeah, no question, Al Robert’s was born under an unlucky star or something. Here was a guy with all kinds of talent, including that classical piano training playing for dimes and donuts to make ends meet at some back street supper clubs in New Jack City and staying after hours, after the wee morning hours, tired as hell, no dope around to free his brain, trying to catch that damn note. On a lucky night he might caught a five or ten from some drunken party hungry to hear his sentimental journey stuff, stuff strictly meant for the tourist trade. Jesus. The only bright spot was that his honey, a white night torch singer whom he met at the Kit Kat Club where he had worked for a while on his way back up after the clink.Unusual for the spots Al found himself in she, Susan Sanders, was a singer on the rise with musical dreams of her own. She moreover was strictly first-rate in his book and they, if they could ever rub two dimes together, were going to get married. Oh yeah, and as if to mock him even if unintentionally, they would marry after Susan made it big in Hollywood where that song- bird was headed to make herself a star before they got around to tying the knot.

Well you know the old Hollywood fame song by now. Song- bird Susan, who had enough talent to work the back street supper clubs with Al providing superb piano to hide her rough spots, went crashing down like many young women with Hollywood lust in their eyes before her. Susan wound up serving them off the arm in some hash house in Santa Monica. It came out later, later after the dust had settled and it didn’t matter, that she had also done a few “blue”movies for select clientele after being down on her luck and meeting a“director” who promised her the moon. She too had been “moon-lighting “ a couple of nights a week at Madame DeFarge’s bordello over on Wiltshire in order to make ends meet and to be “discovered.” Don’t laugh, many a young starlet then, and some of them still famous now, turned a trick or two at that locale in hopes of attracting some knighted movie executive to her cause. Al, having come up from a place where rubbing two nickels together was tough, would have understood Susan’s need, her desire, although he probably would have drawn the line on such activity once they were married.

Al, once Susan left for the coast, was lonely, lonely as hell, lonely enough without his muse that he needed to have her at his side. So Al, penniless Al, decided to hitchhike out to share his honey’s fate after he phoned her and she pleaded with him to come out. That search for the high white note be damned, he took the detour. Detoured big time before he was through. The road cross-country was nothing but a lot of short haul rides and lonely waits at miserable back road cross- roads in place like Neola, Iowa and Lawrence, Kansas until he finally got a break. A guy, Charles Haskell, a guy who was a step up in class with a big old convertible, a Packard, stopped and picked him up and said he was heading for the coast.

Yes sir, a big break finally. Except that big break turned into an Al nightmare when the apparently sickly Haskell hauled off and died out in the middle of nowhere leaving Al holding the bag. Who, after all, was going to believe a fairly young guy like Haskell with dough and a big flashy car didn’t meet with anything but foul- play from a penniless tramp out on some desolate highway. Certainly not after several witnesses at various roadside diners along the way saw Haskell picking up the tramp’s tab and buying his cigarettes and other sundries.

In a way Al was right in his thinking. But still he got a little cloudy in his thinking, a little confused, no, a lot confused. See Al came up with the bright idea that he would change identities with the deceased Haskell and abandon the car in L.A. on his way to his honey. Not the best idea, really, but an idea. So he grabbed Haskell’s clothes, wallet, and dough, tossed his body in a ravine set-up as penniless Al Roberts who nobody would give a damn about. Al cleaned himself up a bit, got some rest at a road-side motel, and morphed himself in one Charles Haskell, ah, a sportsman for lack of a better term.

Except Al made one fatal move, not intentionally, but just as fatal nevertheless to show how his luck was oozing away from him by the minute. He picked her up. Her being a wayward and mouthy femme fatale named Vera who, down on her uppers, was hitching the roads west. A kindred spirit he assumed. Just a friendly gesture for a woman on the road. Now this Vera was still a looker, although a working-class looker, one of those whose looks would fade soon, too soon, after too many nights in cheap gin mills fending off married guys looking for a quick good time, after too many night maybe working the streets turning tricks to make ends meet come rent day, or after spending way too much time figuring out the next hustle. Al though, as he looked her over, had an idea in the back of his mind that he might make a play for her just to while the hours away.

But here is where Al really was born under an unlucky star. Vera, having hitched a ride earlier with the deceased Haskell and having had to fend his advances off, knew that Al did not own the car. Vera, who Al to his regret turned out to be nothing but a flat-out gold-digger and hustler, started squawking about her cut from Haskell’s dough and car, or else. Or she would yell, no, scream copper and be done with it.

So after some very one-sided negotiations on Vera’s part concerning splits and the sale of the car she has them act as a married couple as they traveled west. Then Al’s luck got worse when Vera noticed an article in some local paper when they were passing through some hick town, maybe Winnemucca. Haskell’s estranged rich dying father was looking for him. Vera plotted to use that information to get the old man into believing Al was his long lost son. When the deal went down Al finally balked at that idea and Vera threatened to call copper on him for Haskell’s death. He tried to stop her when she was in a drunken rage by attempting to pull the telephone cord through a closed bedroom door on her where she went to make the call. All he did though was strangle her accidently when she got caught up in the cord.

Yeah, but who was going to believe a tramp, a two- bit guy, an ex-jailbird,didn’t have murder and mayhem in his heart not once but twice. So Al never did get to see his song-bird as a free man, get to breathe some fresh coast air, or get that little house in the valley. And worse, Al never got to reach again for that high white note playing after hours at some high-end beach-front supper club blowing out sounds with the wind hard into the Japan Current in the Pacific Coast night. Like I said some guys, some musical guy, just don’t make that note.