Nov 20, 2006 5
hope
this article got me thinking.
there were 103 interventions in the affairs of other countries between 1798 and 1895 by american armed forces – a large number of which occurred in the south-eastern hemisphere to counter indigenous uprisings.
and we should get it right, the portuguese and spanish were to the populations in the southern hemisphere what the british and french were to the indigenous peoples of the north. a white oppressor.
and for nearly a century, south america suffered. there was no doubt, the monroe doctrine ruled.
the tides seem to be shifting again.
evo was a coca farmer. hugo is part black and part indian. chiapas shifted mexico city: vicente fox is gone. the sandinistas control nicaragua, this time with international support. similar stories in chile. argentina. brazil.
as a member of a 3rd generation diaspora, the majority of which live in those south and central american countries, i’m glad. 600,000 of us exist and influence south america as former refugees, not as colonizers. chile, el salvador, honduras and belize are our homes away from home.
the people have begun capitalizing on an american attention shift from mesoamerica to mesopotamia. solidarity is winning. the usa is pumping its resources elsewhere. in light of all the victories in south america, we’ve now got a different population suffering under an updated monroe doctrine: PNAC.
what a shitty trade off … but the death of PNAC is on the horizon, there is no doubt in my mind.
the bus was scheduled to arrive in the tunnel at 9.41pm. i waited downstairs where a blinking sign alerts commuters of the bus’ arrival. one blink of the sign later and i made my way to the stairs. two blinks later i was at the top. coinciding with the final step of my ascent was the bus’ ass departing the tunnel. 3 blinks and it was gone! an overwhelming sense of confusion carried me to that edge where i again saw the bus’ ass leave the subway station with the arrogant glow of the 20W LED sign tattooed on the small of its back laughing in my face. the bus had driven right through the station. in a split second my brain calculated the odds of me running that bus down and i made a choice. “GO!”. i’m really really fast, so i took off. i caught it at the next stop no more than 200 yards away. the doors opened, someone climbed on and i arrived almost exactly as the doors were closing. they closed. i pounded on the door. the bitch drove off. i waited in the rain for the next bus.
