Fire and the Spirits by Rennard Strickland.

 

REH

 

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Lawrence
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Hi, Ray,

This is very interesting: governance model.  Is there much written about
this governmental structure? Can you recommend a book, or article?

 

Cheers,

Lawry

 

 

On Jun 1, 2012, at 7:30 PM, Ray Harrell wrote:





I am most grateful to my people for the distinction between the Domains of
Peace and War.    

 

The Cherokee people would completely change the government from top to
bottom if war was declared.    The seven clan structure of government has,
in my opinion, never been equaled for National and City structures.    There
was no national police force because the clan was responsible for the
behavior of all of their members.    Marriages were never within clans and
always between clans.    But the genius was in the knowledge of war.   War
is Alpha and the war government came from the Wolf Clan.   It was called the
"Red" government.    The Peace Government could be drawn from all of the
Clans including Wolf, but one Clan tended to be more about diplomacy.
Each clan had an area of responsibility in the social structure of the
society.    But the war and peace was not mixed in the governing structure.
A young Wolf would never be a member of the peace government.   That would
be for the old Wolf "Generals" who were knowledgeable about the costs of
war.    My teacher was Wolf Clan and had been Chief of the Wolf Clan.   He
had to give all of that up in spite of the excitement of conflict.    He
became the Peace Priest and put away the path of war in his life although he
felt that war was imminent in the dominant Non-Indian Society.   The Gulf
War happened soon as he said, just before he died.      Captives and
Societal Control are tools of the War government.   After a thousand years
of European war, it's almost a habit.    It will take great courage and
commitment to unravel the pattern.   Remember, Alexander's cutting of the
knot was not a peaceful but a war government action.    Unraveling the knot
would have been contemplative and peaceful.

 

REH

 

 

 

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Wow, sometimes my "quick read" does work for the best. That is what I saw in
the original send.

D.

P.S. AS angry as I sometimes get and as caustic and disjointed in some
posts, I always remain on the anti-war, anti violence side and have no
understanding of how those 'who would rule' can even suggest the things that
have occurred in the past and that are still occurring. If insanity is not
the result of genetics, epigenetics or 'nurture', then how is it to be
categorized so it can be treated? It seems fear is the thing that has always
been utilized to control communities, populations, and societies. Even
though it may stem from the tribal rule of the meanest wolf in the pack,
there must be a time when that attitude is not seen as a plus to survival
and that co-operation is the better choice. Otherwise the strivings of greed
for the sake of profit through control (by any means) of a 'captive'
population (societal control through learned mores) will ultimately destroy
the society (as any accurate account of history shows) and ultimately not
give that which the greed has sought.


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On 01/06/2012 8:43 AM, Ray Harrell wrote: 


(Correction)   Somewhere the Art has to rise ABOVE the level of fairy tales,
ghosts and goblins and even heroes.    


REH

 

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Subject: [Futurework] There have been so many stories

 


Kim Phuc and Nick Ut are friends over the years from the Eddie Adams
workshop where we have given remembrance ceremonials for the past fifteen
years. 


One should remember that this also happened in Europe after WWI  when
national racism was supreme, class was considered "culture" and economics
was the tool that caused the "untermenschen"  to rise up in revolt in
another world war.    (Hitler had no idea that he was untermenschen.   It's
always easier to point at other people.)   Freud called it "projection."
Now, after a great cleansing (WWII)  they have Europe formal and shiny
again.    (See yesterday's third article I sent on the Count Bardi Palazzo.
)   But there are still the Freudian realities that bubble up, separate
people and create a despair so great that war is the only imaginable answer,
(until you have one and then you wonder how you could have been such a
monster).   


 


The only answer must be an external devil who made you do it (or your
parent's hardwiring).   Genes, Epigenes or something else but external to
what really happens when people can't work together and arrive at amicable
solutions for all concerned.    The biggest fraud seems to be the
Socialists, followed by the Aristocrats.     The German Socialists are still
reeling from the collapse of the wall and the absorption of the East.
Next to an East German (a relative) a Greek is a troll to a West German.
Next to the Scots or the Irish, the Spanish are Dwarfs to the English.
Next to............      Somewhere the Art has to rise about the level of
fairy tales, ghosts and goblins and even heroes.    


 


Criminality is just crime and theft is theft no matter where it's found.
If the economists truly want capitalism then they have to find a way to
temper it so the people they lure into the market (for their retirement and
health care funds) don't wake and find their elders and children in abject
poverty over the crash.    Meanwhile, America wants to imitate a Europe that
is once again enamored of and at war with themselves.   The was Euro just a
hopeless dream totally out of sync with the culture? 


REH


 


'Napalm Girl Photo' From Vietnam War Turns 40


By MARGIE MASON 05/31/12 11:05 PM ET <image001.jpg>

 

 

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South Vietnamese forces follow after terrified children, including
9-year-old Kim Phuc, center, as they run down Route 1 near Trang Bang after
an aerial napalm attack on suspected Viet Cong hiding places on June 8,
1972. A South Vietnamese plane accidentally dropped its flaming napalm on
South Vietnamese troops and civilians. The terrified girl had ripped off her
burning clothes while fleeing.(AP Photo/Nick Ut)

TRANG BANG, Vietnam - In the picture, the girl will always be 9 years old
and wailing "Too hot! Too hot!" as she runs down the road away from her
burning Vietnamese village.

She will always be naked after blobs of sticky napalm melted through her
clothes and layers of skin like jellied lava.

She will always be a victim without a name.

It only took a second for Associated Press photographer Huynh Cong "Nick" Ut
to snap the iconic black-and-white image 40 years ago. It communicated the
horrors of the Vietnam War in a way words could never describe, helping to
end one of the most divisive wars in American history.

But beneath the photo lies a lesser-known story. It's the tale of a dying
child brought together by chance with a young photographer. A moment
captured in the chaos of war that would serve as both her savior and her
curse on a journey to understand life's plan for her.

"I really wanted to escape from that little girl," says Kim Phuc, now 49.
"But it seems to me that the picture didn't let me go."

____

It was June 8, 1972, when Phuc heard the soldier's scream: "We have to run
out of this place! They will bomb here, and we will be dead!"

Seconds later, she saw the tails of yellow and purple smoke bombs curling
around the Cao Dai temple where her family had sheltered for three days, as
north and south Vietnamese forces fought for control of their village.

The little girl heard a roar overhead and twisted her neck to look up. As
the South Vietnamese Skyraider plane grew fatter and louder, it swooped down
toward her, dropping canisters like tumbling eggs flipping end over end.

"Ba-boom! Ba-boom!"

The ground rocked. Then the heat of a hundred furnaces exploded as orange
flames spit in all directions.

Fire danced up Phuc's left arm. The threads of her cotton clothes evaporated
on contact. Trees became angry torches. Searing pain bit through skin and
muscle.

"I will be ugly, and I'm not normal anymore," she thought, as her right hand
brushed furiously across her blistering arm. "People will see me in a
different way."

In shock, she sprinted down Highway 1 behind her older brother. She didn't
see the foreign journalists gathered as she ran toward them, screaming.

Then, she lost consciousness.

___

Ut, the 21-year-old Vietnamese photographer who took the picture, drove Phuc
to a small hospital. There, he was told the child was too far gone to help.
But he flashed his American press badge, demanded that doctors treat the
girl and left assured that she would not be forgotten.

"I cried when I saw her running," said Ut, whose older brother was killed on
assignment with the AP in the southern Mekong Delta. "If I don't help her -
if something happened and she died - I think I'd kill myself after that."

Back at the office in what was then U.S.-backed Saigon, he developed his
film. When the image of the naked little girl emerged, everyone feared it
would be rejected because of the news agency's strict policy against nudity.

But veteran Vietnam photo editor Horst Faas took one look and knew it was a
shot made to break the rules. He argued the photo's news value far
outweighed any other concerns, and he won.

A couple of days after the image shocked the world, another journalist found
out the little girl had somehow survived the attack. Christopher Wain, a
correspondent for the British Independent Television Network who had given
Phuc water from his canteen and drizzled it down her burning back at the
scene, fought to have her transferred to the American-run Barsky unit. It
was the only facility in Saigon equipped to deal with her severe injuries.

"I had no idea where I was or what happened to me," she said. "I woke up and
I was in the hospital with so much pain, and then the nurses were around me.
I woke up with a terrible fear."

Thirty percent of Phuc's tiny body was scorched raw by third-degree burns,
though her face somehow remained untouched. Over time, her melted flesh
began to heal.

"Every morning at 8 o'clock, the nurses put me in the burn bath to cut all
my dead skin off," she said. "I just cried and when I could not stand it any
longer, I just passed out."

After multiple skin grafts and surgeries, Phuc was finally allowed to leave,
13 months after the bombing. She had seen Ut's photo, which by then had won
the Pulitzer Prize, but she was still unaware of its reach and power.

She just wanted to go home and be a child again.

___

For a while, life did go somewhat back to normal. The photo was famous, but
Phuc largely remained unknown except to those living in her tiny village
near the Cambodian border. Ut and a few other journalists sometimes visited
her, but that stopped after northern communist forces seized control of
South Vietnam on April 30, 1975, ending the war.

Life under the new regime became tough. Medical treatment and painkillers
were expensive and hard to find for the teenager, who still suffered extreme
headaches and pain.

She worked hard and was accepted into medical school to pursue her dream of
becoming a doctor. But all that ended once the new communist leaders
realized the propaganda value of the `napalm girl' in the photo.

She was forced to quit college and return to her home province, where she
was trotted out to meet foreign journalists. The visits were monitored and
controlled, her words scripted. She smiled and played her role, but the rage
inside began to build and consume her.

"I wanted to escape that picture," she said. "I got burned by napalm, and I
became a victim of war ... but growing up then, I became another kind of
victim."

She turned to Cao Dai, her Vietnamese religion, for answers. But they didn't
come.

"My heart was exactly like a black coffee cup," she said. "I wished I died
in that attack with my cousin, with my south Vietnamese soldiers. I wish I
died at that time so I won't suffer like that anymore ... it was so hard for
me to carry all that burden with that hatred, with that anger and
bitterness."

One day, while visiting a library, Phuc found a Bible. For the first time,
she started believing her life had a plan.

Then suddenly, once again, the photo that had given her unwanted fame
brought opportunity.

She traveled to West Germany in 1982 for medical care with the help of a
foreign journalist. Later, Vietnam's prime minister, also touched by her
story, made arrangements for her to study in Cuba.

She was finally free from the minders and reporters hounding her at home,
but her life was far from normal. Ut, then working at the AP in Los Angeles,
traveled to meet her in 1989, but they never had a moment alone. There was
no way for him to know she desperately wanted his help again.

"I knew in my dream that one day Uncle Ut could help me to have freedom,"
said Phuc, referring to him by an affectionate Vietnamese term. "But I was
in Cuba. I was really disappointed because I couldn't contact with him. I
couldn't do anything."

___

While at school, Phuc met a young Vietnamese man. She had never believed
anyone would ever want her because of the ugly patchwork of scars that
banded across her back and pitted her arm, but Bui Huy Toan seemed to love
her more because of them.

The two decided to marry in 1992 and honeymoon in Moscow. On the flight back
to Cuba, the newlyweds defected during a refueling stop in Canada. She was
free.

Phuc contacted Ut to share the news, and he encouraged her to tell her story
to the world. But she was done giving interviews and posing for photos.

"I have a husband and a new life and want to be normal like everyone else,"
she said.

The media eventually found Phuc living near Toronto, and she decided she
needed to take control of her story. A book was written in 1999 and a
documentary came out, at last the way she wanted it told. She was asked to
become a U.N. Goodwill Ambassador to help victims of war. She and Ut have
since reunited many times to tell their story, even traveling to London to
meet the Queen.

"Today, I'm so happy I helped Kim," said Ut, who still works for AP and
recently returned to Trang Bang village. "I call her my daughter."

After four decades, Phuc, now a mother of two sons, can finally look at the
picture of herself running naked and understand why it remains so powerful.
It had saved her, tested her and ultimately freed her.

"Most of the people, they know my picture but there's very few that know
about my life," she said. "I'm so thankful that ... I can accept the picture
as a powerful gift. Then it is my choice. Then I can work with it for
peace."

 







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