Sunday, January 30, 2011

Arundhati Roy


 Arundhati Roy (born November 24, 1961) is an Indian novelistactivist and a world citizen. She won the Booker Prize in 1997 for her first novel The God of Small Things.
Roy was born in ShillongMeghalaya to a Keralite Syrian Christian mother and a Bengali Hindu father, a tea planter by profession. She spent her childhood in Aymanam, in Kerala, schooling in Corpus Christi. She left Kerala for Delhi at age 16, and embarked on a homeless lifestyle, staying in a small hut with a tin roof within the walls of Delhi's Feroz Shah Kotla and making a living selling empty bottles. She then proceeded to study architecture at the Delhi School of Architecture, where she met her first husband, the architectGerard Da Cunha.
The God of Small Things is the only novel written by Roy. Since winning the Booker Prize, she has concentrated her writing on political issues. These include the Narmada Dam project, India's Nuclear Weapons, corrupt power company Enron's activities in India. She is a figure-head of the anti-globalization/alter-globalization movement and a vehement critic of neo-imperialism.
In response to India's testing of nuclear weapons in PokhranRajasthan, Roy wrote The End of Imagination, a critique of the Indian government's nuclear policies. It was published in her collection The Cost of Living, in which she also crusaded against India's massive hydroelectric dam projects in the central and western states of MaharashtraMadhya Pradesh and Gujarat. She has since devoted herself solely to nonfiction and politics, publishing two more collections of essays as well as working for social causes.
Roy was awarded the Sydney Peace Prize in May 2004 for her work in social campaigns and advocacy of non-violence.
In June 2005 she took part in the World Tribunal on Iraq. In January 2006 she was awarded the Sahitya Akademi award for her collection of essays, 'The Algebra of Infinite Justice', but declined to accept it.


Tuesday, January 25, 2011

O baby

Natural
Reality
Has escaped
To the caverns
Of spiritual

The earth has come to a sad sad place to be
human without the Being
Missing
The human animals
Encountered the civilized
Mixed with him

The Being has left all
Waiting in the caverns of the spiritual
Returning one day

The civilized excused himself
The darkness came
It stayed with those who believe

And we live
In a world of constant fear
We fear

Those who are still
Human
Being
Animal
Plant
Natural Reality

Living away
From
Civilization
Also leaving in fear

Civilized
Who will come
Take what they have left

But soon soon
That will be gone
As well

Fore there are those
Believing they have a right
To what is not theirs

The fearful minded
Will one day be
The norm
Of your
Security

We have embraced
Virtual
Civilized
Man

Forever losing
Natural
Rational
Reality

It is a sad sad situation for all
Humans
Animals
Plants
Spirits
Living in fear with each other

I refuse to live in the realm of fear
My reality
Switched
To none
Trusting
All humans

Their being their animal has escaped
Too busy pretending to be civilized
Just like they wanted to be

Those who are still
Human
Being
Animal
Plant
Natural Reality


Understanding you completely
I would not want strangers
Interfering

Spiritual being
There is my place
Intimate

My relations I follow
The way it was in the past
And the way it should be now

Believing no human
Without its Being


AKAtjecoutay

Sunday, January 23, 2011

The air is fresh with the sweet scent of buffalo grass.

Jan 23 2011 Anne Wolfe

The air is fresh with the sweet scent of buffalo grass. As you look to the horizon you can see all that is natural, walking without being disturbed, till you have reach your migrational destination...

Just over 500 hundred years ago there was a force that impeded our direction, a force that has gone down in the Euro-American history books as the greatest conquest of civilized man... According to my point of view that would be rape, murder, disease, theft, lies and the unnatural occupation of my homeland.

"Genocide is the political purgative of Euro-American progression and I personally am a survivor of this policy. But the attempt was unsuccessful: still we survive and live among those who were brought from Europe who now call the Americas their homeland".(KA)

The residential schools were one of the attempts to re-educate the Indigenous for this reason: the invaders inability to exterminate the tribal people. So to “save the man you must kill the Indian”. Up until the time of my mother and father, the last generation of residential school survivors- (but not the only ones-) those Indian children have been systematically de/re-programmed, battered, sexually abused, humiliated into submission and, at times, killed for resisting their forced brainwashing.

In present days, approximately 50,000 children are missing. This is the result of the residential school policy implemented by the US and Canadian governments under the care of the Roman Catholic Anglican Protestant and other churches.

Kerry Atjecoutay became aware of this truth from his parents, There, he heard stories of some of the atrocities that the Church had committed. Guided by the Duty of Memory, he courageously started to lift the veil on the complete history of what happened to the Native children in the Christian Residential Schools. Today, Kerry Atjecoutay is looking for answers: why this happened, how this happened, and where are the bones of these lost children. In this spirit, along with other concerned people to bring about a symbolic healing of the Church and the children that suffered under its “care”.

The Indigenous people are waiting for the Church authorities to recognize their participation and responsibility for the Genocide.

Anne Wolfe