Another Perspective on Fort Hood

    

There are many out there beating the "Muslim=haters" drum
regarding yesterday’s tragedy.
This essay provides insights not provided by the shrieking media.


Focusing on Ft. Hood Killer’s Beliefs Are an Easy Out to Avoid the Deeper Reasons for the Massacre

That alleged killer Maj. Nidal Malik Hasan is a Muslim is not enough to explain the motive for the attacks
By
Mark Ames, AlterNet. Posted November 6, 2009.<!–

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It’s hard to pinpoint what’s the most shocking thing about Major Malik Nadal Hasan’s shooting rampage in Fort Hood, Texas. I’ll start with this: there’s nothing all that ground-breaking about it. Happens all the time, it’s just that we’re a nation of amnesiacs who forget all the unpleasantries, and refuse to learn the valuable lessons.

For starters, Fort Hood is located in Killeen, Texas — where one of the deadliest rampage shootings in American history took place in 1991, when an unemployed ex-Navy enlistee, George Hennard Jr., crashed his pickup into a popular cafeteria, pulled out two handguns (Hasan also used two handguns), and murdered 23 people before taking his own life. The day before the massacre, Hennard was eating a hamburger in a local restaurant watching the Clarence Thomas confirmation hearings and, according to the manager, “When an interview with Anita Hill came on, he just went off. He started screaming, ‘You dumb bitch! You bastards opened the door for all the women!’”

So yesterday’s Fort Hood shooting isn’t the worst or most deranged mass-killing in Killeen’s history — not by a longshot. The mainstream media is enabling the screaming about the Muslim traitors in our midst, but Hasan killed far fewer Americans than the white, racist George Hennard. And they were bested by the federal government in nearby Waco Texas, in 1993, when federal forces slaughtered some 75 men, women and children in the Branch Davidian compound.

But in what may seem like a strange coincidence, Maj. Hasan and Killeen are connected to another American shooting rampage. Killeen held the record for America’s worst shooting massacre until 2007, when Virginia Tech student Seung-Hui Cho shot and killed 33 fellow students. And Malik Nadal Hasan graduated from Virginia Tech in 1997. Both Hasan and Cho were bullied and harassed — Hasan’s cousin told reporters that after 9/11, his military comrades regularly abused him, calling him “camel jockey.” But the cousin insisted that Hasan’s opposition to the war didn’t grow out of the bullying, but rather from the stories he heard while interning as a psychiatric counselor to veterans from the Iraq and Afghanistan wars. Hasan even hired an attorney to try to come to a settlement with the US government and leave the service, but they wouldn’t settle for a deal and instead forced him to deploy. He apparently fought it up to the day before his deployment — and instead of going to the war, he brought the war to the US military.

As is often the case, the wrong lesson was learned, and the solution was more guns and more militarization of society: after the Virginia Tech massacre in 2007: a new pro-gun student group was formed, calling for the arming of as many students as possible. The group is called Students for Concealed Carry on Campus, and today it claims over 40,000 members on over 363 campuses. Likewise in 1991 after the Killeen shootings, the state of Texas responded by enacting a law freeing up gun owners to carry concealed weapons. It was President Bush who signed the law as TX governor in 1995 — and it was also Bush in 2008 who signed the first federal gun control law in 13 years after the Virginia Tech massacre.

So Hasan, whose parents came to the US from Palestine, had plenty of personal connections to “Made in the USA” violence and massacres; and yet there’s a frantic attempt to make him out to be a crazy Muslim monster hell-bent on killing Americans. Why would he need to take inspiration just from them, when Americans already provided so many excellent examples of how to mass-murder fellow Americans?

Fort Hood, the largest military base in America, has seen its share of violence as well. For one thing, it holds the record for most soldiers killed in Iraq and Afghanistan — 685 so far — and though we don’t know the figures, it’s reasonable to assume that Fort Hood is responsible for a sizable percentage of the tens or hundreds of thousands killed in those countries since America invaded them. Over the same period, 75 soldiers have committed suicide at Fort Hood, ten in 2009 alone — the highest of any base. In just one weekend in 2005, two soldiers who’d returned from Iraq killed themselves in separate incidents. Last year, in something right out of Full Metal Jacket, Specialist Jody Michael Wirawan, 21, of the 1st Cavalry Division, shot and killed his lieutenant, then killed himself when police arrived. And life in Killeen isn’t much nicer: it has one of the nation’s lowest median incomes and highest crime rates. Earlier this year, a 20-year-old Fort Hood soldier was killed by a Killeen cop who claimed he killed the soldier after being dragged underneath his SUV; the dead soldier’s mother filed a lawsuit claiming that the cop was notoriously out-of-control and violent, and that he shot her son while the car was pulled over.

All of this violence and despair led Fort Hood’s commander, Lt. General Rick Lynch, to build a post-traumatic stress disorder complex called the Resiliency Campus, featuring a Spiritual Fitness Center for soldiers to meditate, and a Cognitive Enhancement Assistance Center. As though a spiritual fitness workout routine could resolve the underlying cause of why a Resiliency Campus was built in the first place.

if the government really were concerned about all the suicides and PTSD cases, they could have prevented Mj. Hasan’s murder-suicide mission before it happened. It would have been easy: Hasan had pleaded with his superiors not to be sent to Iraq, where he was scheduled to be deployed, but his requests were denied. RIght-wing bloggers like Michelle Malkin and some mainstream outlets have seized on reports emerging that Hasan supposedly voiced opinions sympathetic to suicide bombers. But if he was an Al Qaeda sleeper-cell suicide bomber himself, it makes no sense why he’d a) argue with fellow soldiers that the wars are wrong and we should withdraw; and b) that he tried to get out of being deployed to Iraq. The 9/11 terrorists did their best to “blend in” and pretend like they were as American as apple pie, because the point is not to draw any attention to yourself if you’re a terrorist planning to suicide bomb a military base. Moreover, the timing of his shooting, the day before he was to be sent off, shows that his desperation had reached the limit. What this suggests is that the massacre could have been avoided if Maj. Hasan’s objections were taken into account.

Maj. Hasan’s opposition to the Iraq and Afghanistan wars puts him where the majority of Americans are today. And he’s not the first soldier at Fort Hood to protest the war. Desertion rates have soared since the Iraq invasion, and Fort Hood has had some high-profile objectors making the news this year, such as Spc. Victor Agosto, who was court-martialed in August after he refused to go to Afghanistan, and Sgt. Travis Bishop, who filed for conscientious objector status after serving in Iraq for 14 months.

Going back to Vietnam War, Fort Hood was famous as the site of one of the first anti-war protests in 1965, when the so-called “Fort Hood 3” refused to be shipped off on the grounds that the war was wrong and illegal. Three years later, the movement expanded: hundreds of African-American GIs protested plans to deploy them to the 1968 Democratic Convention in Chicago, and 43 were court-martialed. It was a heroic act: US troops and cops staged one of the bloodiest police-on-citizen episodes in modern history. In 1971, the Fort Hood United Front, made up of soldiers from the base, marched into Killeen, even though the city refused to grant them a permit; hundreds were arrested. 

Today, if you read through some of the forums out of Fort Hood, the antiwar mood is clearly strong and clearly a problem for the authorities. So they’ll do their best to paint Maj. Hasan as a Muslim loon. The rightwing has been trying for years now to equate opposition to the wars with pro-terrorist, anti-American sentiment, and by the poll numbers today, that would make most Americans anti-American terrorists. 

You can already see the dark, rank heart of the American Soul in anonymous messages posted on underground right-wing sites like Free Republic, a few of which are posted below:
 
Why is anyone surprised?

We already have a DIRTY MOSLEM TRAITOR in the Oval Office.

What’s one more moslem piece of garbage?

*         *         *

[Quoting a previous posting] **If you are Islamic, you may not serve in our military. Period.**
 
I’m getting closer to:
 
If you are Islamic, you may not serve in our military live in this country.
 
Period.

*         *         *

I’m getting closer to:

If you are Islamic, you may not live.

*         *         *

The story is still fresh and there’s a lot we don’t know, and there are still a lot of conflicting reports and confusion. Since Hasan will be tried in a military court, the American public will only learn whatever the military wants us to learn. And to a nation slipping deeper into its own amnesiac fog, the last thing we want to learn are the painful, threatening truths.

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Read more of Mark Ames at eXiledonline.com. He is the author of Going Postal: Rage, Murder, and Rebellion: From Reagan’s Workplaces to Clinton’s Columbine and Beyond.
           

Silver Freckles!

As you know, I’m a big fan of Silver Freckles. 
The talented Laura ( )made a bracelet especially for me.
Now Laura is having a contest that runs through HER BIRTHDAY, November 12!
The DRAWING is on her birthday!
Gifts for us!
How cool is that?

Here’s how you participate:

1.post this contest on your blog, including a link to www.SilverFreckles.com. (feel free to pull a picture of a bracelet from the site).

2. Then go to Laura’s NEW BLOG and comment on the giftaway post———
http://lauraludwighamor.blogspot.com/2009/11/silver-freckles-promo-and-giftaway.html

and put your blog address in these comments, so Laura knows where it is mentioned, then on NOVEMBER 12–LAURA’S BIRTHDAY! she will draw a name from OVER THERE and that person will win a bracelet from Silver Freckles!

The best part?  You do not need to have freckles to enter this contest.
(Although I’ve got lots of freckles if that helps my cause, Laura).

*** BONUS!! If someone pulls the contest from your blog and gives YOUR BLOG credits Laura will enter your name a second time!

***DOUBLE BONUS if you have previously purchased a bracelet from Laura your name is entered again and again for each purchase!

Laura is also on Facebook now and you can follow her at SILVER FRECKLES!
(She’s going to have a Facebook contest in December).

Join the LAURA’S BIRTHDAY/SILVER FRECKLES PARTY!!

What could be more beautiful than silver freckles?
          

Bring Back the Draft?

         

Obama is reportedly ready to send more troops into Afghanistan.
People who quibble over the costs of health care reform have no qualms
about the billions spent each and every month to send our soldiers
over to occupy other countries and kill their citizens.
October was the deadliest month ever in Afghanistan for U.S. troops.

When and how will this madness end?  Bill Moyers has a suggestion.

Bill Moyers Essay: Restoring Accountability for Washington’s Wars
(transcript follows but I recommend watching this video to see the animated graphics
mainstream media use to depict war)

BILL MOYERS: Watching the CBS Evening News on Afghanistan this week I thought for a moment that I might be watching my grandson playing one of those video war games that are so popular these days.

REPORTER: An American military convoy traveling northwest–

BILL MOYERS: Reporting on the attacks that killed eight Americans, CBS turned to animation to depict what no journalists were around to witness. This is about as close to real war as most of us ever get, safely removed from the blood, the mangled bodies, the screams and shouts.

October, as you know, was the bloodiest month for our troops in all eight years of the war. And beyond the human loss, the United States has spent more than 223 billion dollars there. In 2010 we will be spending roughly 65 billion dollars every year. 65 billion dollars a year.

The President is just about ready to send more troops. Maybe 44 thousand, that’s the number General McChrystal wants, bringing the total to over 100 thousand. When I read speculation last weekend that the actual number needed might be 600 thousand, I winced.

I can still see President Lyndon Johnson’s face when he asked his generals how many years and how many troops it would take to win in Vietnam. One of them answered, "Ten years and one million." He was right on the time and wrong on the number– two and a half million American soldiers would serve in Vietnam, and we still lost.

Whatever the total for Afghanistan, every additional thousand troops will cost us about a billion dollars a year. At a time when foreclosures are rising, benefits for the unemployed are running out, cities are firing teachers, closing libraries and cutting essential maintenance and services. That sound you hear is the ripping of our social fabric.

Which makes even more perplexing an editorial in THE WASHINGTON POST last week. You’ll remember the "Post" was a cheerleader for the invasion of Iraq, often sounding like a megaphone for the Bush-Cheney propaganda machine. Now it’s calling for escalating the war in Afghanistan. In a time of historic budget deficits, the paper said, Afghanistan has to take priority over universal health care for Americans. Fixing Afghanistan, it seems, is "a ‘necessity’"; fixing America’s social contract is not.

But listen to what an Afghan villager recently told a correspondent for the "Economist:" "We need security. But the Americans are just making trouble for us. They cannot bring peace, not if they stay for 50 years."

Listen, too, to Andrew Bacevich, the long-time professional soldier, graduate of West Point, veteran of Vietnam, and now a respected scholar of military and foreign affairs, who was on this program a year ago. He recently told "The Christian Science Monitor," "The notion that fixing Afghanistan will somehow drive a stake through the heart of jihadism is wrong. …If we give General McChrystal everything he wants, the jihadist threat will still exist."

This from a warrior who lost his own soldier son in Iraq, and who doesn’t need animated graphics to know what the rest of us never see.

So here’s a suggestion. In a week or so, when the president announces he is escalating the war, let’s not hide the reality behind eloquence or animation. No more soaring rhetoric, please. No more video games. If our governing class wants more war, let’s not allow them to fight it with young men and women who sign up because they don’t have jobs here at home, or can’t afford college or health care for their families.

Let’s share the sacrifice. Spread the suffering. Let’s bring back the draft.

Yes, bring back the draft — for as long as it takes our politicians and pundits to "fix" Afghanistan to their satisfaction.

Bring back the draft, and then watch them dive for cover on Capitol Hill, in the watering holes and think tanks of the Beltway, and in the quiet little offices where editorial writers spin clever phrases justifying other people’s sacrifice. Let’s insist our governing class show the courage to make this long and dirty war our war, or the guts to end it.

            

Hoop or Treat

      

It’s been one of those months (a whole year of those months,
actually) and I decided to have some fun with the frustration
via Ryan Adams’ "Halloweenhead."  Antics ensue.

Warning: "mature" language.

             

Zombie Crawl

        

Last night was the Zombie Crawl along the 16th Street Mall in Denver.
Wildebeest has a love/hate thing for zombies.

When I read about this event, I was positive he’d want to go
and I was excited spectators were invited to wear duct-tape Xs on their
chests to signal a willingness to be attacked.

I thought Wildebeest would want an X so he could practice skills learned
from The Zombie Survival Guide.

But when I told him, his response was more along the lines of
"Are you out of your freakin’ mind?!"

The teen knew better than his mom, that’s for sure.

BucketHead zombie didn’t scare me but was convincing in a droll kind of way.

This group was very convincing with its stiff gait and vacant eyes.

These two showed us a sheep’s head.  No biggie.  As long as I didn’t look too closely.

This bride was with a zombie groom and no-nonsense in her pursuit of brains.

Here’s a mob preying on an Xed victim who screamed and screamed.
Truly scary.  My heart raced every time they converged on another victim.

Wildebeest watching from a safe distance.

Wildebeest’s favorite action shot: spewing blood.  (Note: all photos by Wildebeest)

Wildebeest and I considered this year a recon mission, and have decided
we’d like to participate next year.

We want a group, though.

The people in groups seemed to stay in character better than the singles
and couples who sometimes strolled along in their bloody and torn clothing
as if they were out on lunch hour.

I have a whole year to work on my walk.
             

Oy, my aching bones

     

Zippy and I went out this afternoon and ran along the Highline Canal.
We wanted flat and not-muddy.
We wanted a trail that would allow us to run a long ways.

That’s exactly what we got.

We did Galloway method:
5 minutes running and 1 minute walking.
For 7.5 miles.

I’m definitely feeling my age right now.
     

The miracle that was Larry Brown

         
      
Today I finished reading Larry Brown’s last book, A Miracle of Catfish.
Larry Brown was an excruciatingly good writer
who created characters you wouldn’t typically find in children’s literature.

They’re often selfish
ignorant
alcoholic
murdering and pathetic.
But also kind-hearted and funny.

Larry Brown wrote for adults but whenever I read his work, 
I have this burning desire to be a better writer for children.
More like him.
Minus the occasional slaughter of various animals
and gruesome factory mishaps.

Larry Brown wasn’t afraid to shine a light into humanity’s dark spaces.
And he was one helluva storyteller.

Thank you again, Doug, for making the introduction.
                 

My gift to you . . .

    

If you happen to be stuck on your work-in-progress
(maybe because you set it aside for a month or so
while working on another project),
I feel your pain.

I’ve been spinning my wheels trying to get traction
on this second draft.
I was ready to give up, convinced the story sucked beyond belief.

But then . . .

I sat down and wrote out a timeline for the book.
And now I can see my way again
because I remember what needs to happen
and when it needs to happen.

Such a simple solution
yet it took me quite some time to figure it out.
Which is why I’m sharing this with you.

If you’re in that bad, scary place in your project
try mapping out the chronology.
Maybe, just maybe, you’ll be on your way again.

Edited to add:
Oh, and you know what else is helpful?
Writing the day/time after chapter heading.
For instance: CHAPTER THIRTEEN (Thurs after school).
Yep.  I’m just full of epiphanies.

                      

This sounds familiar

     

AGNES by Tony Cochran

For some reason, reading this reminded me of my blog.
Not entirely sure why
since I know for an (almost-absolute) fact
I’ve never mentioned ammonia.
And if I did, I never tried rhyming it.

It makes me wonder if I’m the Agnes of Live Journal.
Running amok with wild ambitions and a blatant disregard for reality.
                        

Come Back!

         

I took these photos in September but today’s cold misty gray
feels like perfect weather for attracting another swarm of grackles and starlings.

Here birdie, birdie.
Here birdie…


            
                  

Heartfelt Thanks!

     

Just a quick update on my mother-in-law’s surgery:
Everything went very well.

In fact, the surgeon discovered there wasn’t a problem
with her valve and so didn’t have to touch it.
(Apparently earlier imaging had revealed it only had
two flaps rather than the necessary three, but they
discovered today it does, in fact, have three!)

Thank you again SO MUCH for all your good thoughts and healing wishes.
I felt them, Zippy felt them, and I know those thoughts supported my mother-in-law.

Here’s a hug for all of you from all of us…………….
        

Heart to Heart

       

I haven’t been a good LJ friend lately.
Haven’t read and commented much.
It’s been a rough year.

Despite my absence, I’m going to ask a favor.
Zippy’s mother is going in for heart surgery tomorrow morning.
She has two genetic heart conditions that need repair.

I didn’t write about this before but when Zippy got his heart stents,
they discovered he has an enlarged aorta.
The good news is they measured it again recently and it hadn’t grown.
So he doesn’t need surgery.

But as a result of his situation, his whole family got checked
and we found out his mother’s aorta is also enlarged.
Hers needs to be repaired now.
Plus the leaky valve they discovered.

All this time we’ve been worried about Zippy needing that surgery
and then we find out his mother is having it, instead.

We’re pretty scared.
And scared people don’t tend to project the most comforting thoughts.
So I’m asking if you could please send good thoughts to his mother.
She goes in first thing tomorrow morning.

Thank you so much.
Tracy
             

Of Balls and Pens

   

Zebu found out he didn’t make the "gold" team in basketball
and is quite disappointed.
I ache for him because I know what that feels like to work hard
but still not reach a goal.

Yesterday we went out and shot 100 free throws each,
alternating sets of ten.
He made 74 out of one hundred.
I made 56.

I said, "Hey, at least I’m better than Shaq."
Zebu said, "I think he shoots 57%."
(I just looked it up and his career average is only 53%.  Take that!)

This morning I went out to shoot another 100,
positive I’d do better than yesterday.
Because, you know, practice always makes you better.

I made 44 out of 100.
I felt pretty cruddy as I missed shot after shot. 
In fact, I wanted to quit early on when in one set I only made 3 of 10.
But I kept pushing through to the end.
And eventually attempted the hundredth shot.

Did I then proclaim "Free at last!"
and head inside for the couch?

No.

Something inside me wouldn’t quit, and I kept on shooting.
And this time I made 56 out of 100.
Same as yesterday.

So does this mean that this morning’s first 100 free throws were a waste of time?
Does it mean I didn’t improve at all?
I don’t know.
On paper, I didn’t do any better than yesterday.

In basketball as in writing, there are no guarantees.
The only thing I know for sure is that if I don’t keep writing,
I will not improve my craft.
And the same is probably true for my free throw percentage.

Either way, just like with those free throws and me,
something inside won’t let me quit writing.
So I might as well get better while I’m at it.
            

Contorting in Synopsis Hell

       

So I’m working on a synopsis right now.
Fun.

Not.

I decided I’d like to blog about the not-fun.
And wondered if there was a cool image to go with my entry.

When I Googled I was thinking of an image that was
slimy or sharp-toothed.
Noxious and sulfurous and all-around-yuck.

Something that taunted.

Instead, I found this.  A Romeo and Juliet synopsis/mind-map:

Go here for larger view.

And now I’m not feeling so daunted by the task ahead of me.

(Whaddya say, kellyrfineman?  Bet you can do this, right?)
            

PREVAIL

   

 A while back I wrote about my new motto.
And last week I finally did something about it.

I contacted at Silver Freckles
and asked her to make my very own bracelet.

Last night I came home to find a package waiting.

Not only did it include my gorgeous bracelet

It also included these notes

I love my bracelet, Laura.
Every time I look at it, I think of you
and remember you believe in me.

And I start believing in myself all over again.
Thank you so much.
           

Weed Art Thou?

  

Continuing the horticulture theme,
here’s Exhibit B.

Lamb’s Ear.

Grows like a, well, weed.
Soft, furry leaves and pretty spike flowers.
Home to happy bees.

Yet.

There are those who believe it’s too invasive
for the suburban lawn.

Not pointing any fingers, Zippy.
I’m just sayin’.
           

Begrudging Admiration

         

It’s hard to hold a grudge against dandelions
when they have such an awesome seed-dispersal system.
 

This puffball will probably add another seven gajillion dandelions to my yard
next spring. 
Ah, well.

Here’s to embracing my inner weed.

             

Buster Comes A-Callin’

   

This afternoon we noticed a stray dog out in the street.
He was skittish but I lured him into our backyard with a bowl of water.

We couldn’t get close enough to read the phone number on his tags.
Not even with the binoculars.
Or the telephoto camera lens.

We took turns trying to read those numbers.
My old(er) eyes couldn’t do it.
Zebu’s young(er) eyes couldn’t do it, either.

Zippy’s efforts were thwarted by all the fur.
So he got down on the ground with binoculars and biscuits.
And coaxed the big boy closer.

It took quite some time.
But Zippy prevailed.

Turns out his name is Buster.
And he was brought to the shelter as a fence-jumper.
The good news is a new family adopted him.
Bad news is Buster’s been caught three times by Animal Control.

Today, though, he avoided an arrest.
And made some new friends.
 
                

Refocusing

       

I’m going to try looking outside myself
a bit more.
There’s been entirely too much
rummaging around inside my head.

Look around you, Tracy!
There’s much to see.

Like this cool, starting-to-fall-apart web . . .