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David Friedland — On April 4, 2016 a divided United States Supreme Court reaffirmed the “one man one vote “ principal.

By David Friedland

On April 4, 2016 a divided United States Supreme Court reaffirmed the “one man one vote “ principal. It held that persons who are present in a legislative district, including non-voters must be counted along with voters in determining how many elected representatives are allocated to that District. This means , by way of example, that if millions of aliens crossed the border and migrated into New Jersey, those persons would be counted in determining how many Congressman New Jersey would be allocated in the next re-apportionment, and New Jersey would receive additional Congressman. This is potentially a political bombshell- a political revolution. Obviously, States would want to open their border to immigrants, as the more immigrants, the greater the political power. If Arizona opened its borders to migration from Central America, it potentially could have as much voting power in Congress as Florida or New Jersey.

Now some casual observations.
When in 1979 as then Democratic leader of the Assembly I made a deal with the Republicans to elect Tom Kean as Speaker, I was called a “traitor” to the Democratic party. Yet as history will demonstrate that deal resulted in the passage of more urban aid legislation benefiting Democratic areas then had occurred in the century preceding the deal. I knew then, and I know now that political labels are meaningless. Donald Trump and John Kasich are as much Democrats, as they are Republicans. Our political establishment is not broken — it is frozen, stalemated and paralyzed by the seeming inability of political leaders to look beyond party labels. The biblical prophesy of Babble has come true. Even our language has become corrupted by “politicalize” — a new language that voters have come to distrust because it is meaningless and cannot be trusted. “Yes” means “NO” or “Maybe”. We can not call things by their names. Adam, who was given the task of naming all creatures, has lost his power. The height of human consciousness is the ability to differentiate, to identify things by language or symbols. Yet , political correctness limits the use of a differentiated language-for example “one man, one vote” has been renamed by some, as “one member-one vote” , and ISIS is not “ISIS,” it is “ISIL,” and ‘radical Islam” is a term that some folks fear to use (even the word “folks” has a special meaning). The moral — of a group of people can not communicate using common terms — we live in a state of Babel. When that happens, our auto immune system kicks into gear — and disrupts the status quo. That is why Donald Trump has come onto our stage — to disrupt everything that is false and corrupt — using a language seeming lost since Harry Truman and Mark Twain — “plain talk.”. Plain speaking people, are neither Republicans nor Democrats — they do not care about labels-and they hate babel. If nothing else good comes from these current elections, at least “folks” are learning how to speak again.

we are in danger of losing control of the medium(s).

I believe that when Marshall McLuhan wrote in 1964 ” the medium is the message” he understood that a half century later the medium would control both the message and the messenger — and thus enable the message to control us. Certainly it is true that we are in danger of losing control of the medium(s)- in this day the internet- the servers, the iPhones, even the very computer that I am using to convey this message to you. I remember such an idea never occurred to me when I used my typewriter. Now a good portion of our “citizens” surrender most of their time ears and eyes to machines- and these machines convey direct and subliminal messages. Twenty years from now these machines will vote as we wear their clothing.

We are in a constitutional crisis. For the past century and one half the executive branches of our governments (State and Federal) have seized power from the Courts and Legislatures. I fought against it, even during my alliance with the Republicans in the Assembly. I urge you to do so.The Courts can fend for themselves as they remain aloof and secluded, and can decide when and how to assert their power. But the legislatures have both an adulterous and incestuous relationship with the executive.The leadership of the majority party in a legislative body invariably is submissive if the Executive (President or Governor) is from the same party, The leaders cower the “faithful” in the caucus to do the will of the executive. When the rules of the legislative body , designed to protect the legislative process from such pressures get in the way, the Executive employs the “leaders” to enact revisions eg: (end of Senatorial Courtesy) thus rendering the legislative branch anemic and impotent. While these systems may seem undemocratic, they were designed to preserve the power of minorities, and the independence of the legislatures- and they worked that way. In the years I served in both houses of the NJ Legislature, I witnessed a progressive erosion of power which mirrored the erosion of the white sand beaches in Deal I loved so much. Fight for the power that you were granted by those who elected you. I know you wil do so.

My mind works a bit differently from most. I suppose that I seek causal explanations for things as much as anyone else, yet I do not trust reductive reasoning. We are too much into our own minds, defining our own context, to see the forest from the trees. I seek movement, shifts in power,the progression from light to darkness, cold to hot- these observations tell me more about what will happen than looking back- for the present-this moment- evolved in that same way. So let me apply that to what I see happening. I shall take my chance at being wrong.

I see a dynamic shift back to the power of the legislative branches, much like the days of the French revolution- “power to the people” expressed in that way. Today 367 members of Congress (Democrats and Republicans) “advised” the President to consult Congress before finalizing any agreement with Iran. As it realizes its power, this movement with expand. After all- the Congress IS and was intended to be an independent branch of government to check the power of the Courts and the Executive. As Legislators it is our sworn obligation to uphold that function. Obama argues that the Congress has no role in foreign policy? Rather, by progressive destruction of the meaning of plain language, he has converted “ treaties” into (placid?) agreements? We truly live in an Orwellian world in which “newspeak” a controlled propaganda language has been created by the state as a tool to limit freedom of thought, and concepts that pose a threat to the regime such as freedom, self-expression, individuality, and peace. It is what the Bible calls Babel- communication is foiled because language has no meaning. So, treaties are not treaties, “exchanges established by the States” means “established by the federal Government”, “war” as in ”only Congress can declare war” has no meaning at all because :

‘When I use a word,’ Humpty Dumpty said, in rather a scornful tone, ‘it means just what I choose it to mean — neither more nor less.’
‘The question is,’ said Alice, ‘whether you can make words mean so many different things.’
‘The question is,’ said Humpty Dumpty, ‘which is to be master — that’s all!”

The dynamic movement favors the infusion of power into both the legislative and judicial branches. This “revolution”is not secular- it expands to the masses. It is expressed in the Middle East by the rise of Isis, and other “pitchfork” groups opposed to the control of wealth by the few. I do not qualify the quantity- I find it monstrous. My point is -look to the gathering of force. Watch the clouds if you want to know when it will rain.

“Darks drifts covered the horizon. A strange shadow approaching nearer and nearer, was spreading little by little over men, over things, over ideas; a shadow which came from indignations and from systems. All that had been hurriedly stifled was stirring and fermenting. Sometimes the conscious of the honest man caught its breath, there was so much confusion in that air in which sophisms were mingled with truths. Minds trembled in the social anxiety like leaves at the approach of the storm. The electric tension was so great that at certain moments any chance-comer, thought unknown, flashed out. Then the twilight darkness fell again. At intervals, deep and sullen mutterings enabled men to judge of the amount of lightning in the cloud.”
― Victor Hugo

“The conscious and intelligent manipulation of the organized habits and opinions of the masses is an important element in democratic society. Those who manipulate this unseen mechanism of society constitute an invisible government which is the true ruling power of our country. …We are governed, our minds are molded, our tastes formed, our ideas suggested, largely by men we have never heard of. This is a logical result of the way in which our democratic society is organized. Vast numbers of human beings must cooperate in this manner if they are to live together as a smoothly functioning society. …In almost every act of our daily lives, whether in the sphere of politics or business, in our social conduct or our ethical thinking,we are dominated by the relatively small number of persons…who understand the mental processes and social patterns of the masses. It is they who pull the wires which control the public mind.”

Edward Bernays – Propaganda – 1928

So I will tell you what I see.
In Europe revolutions are in Spring. Greece will fall, and Spain and Italy and not far behind. The Euro is doomed with the Euro zone not far behind. Borders that opened to trade will be controlled by armies. Pakistan and India are close to war over water rights-appearing as the tension between Hinduism and Islam. Islam and Christianity and Judaism become the message of the Middle East mediums, expressing deeper forces, the dynamics of powerlessness seeking power, poverty to wealth, hunger to fullness. In short wherever I look , I see masses in movement, revolutions, power in flux- and in virtually every expression it is the rise of many against the few. In the United States more and more people are descending deeper into debt and extreme poverty. The present economy only works for 30% of the population, tens of millions of people have been eliminated from wealth, power and life. In these times we must be careful to preserve our democratic traditions-our basic human values-our Bill of Rights-ours by the grace of God.

And….. globally what began as decentralized uprisings is morphing into mediums of centralized control to undermine prior systems of centralized and consolidated power. A new world is being born. Why do I think I heard those words before?

“Little by little, the old world crumbled, and not once did the king imagine that some of the pieces might fall on him.”
― Jennifer Donnelly, Revolution

……. now moving to a different place.

“They tell us Sir, that we are weak — unable to cope with so formidable an adversary. But when shall we be stronger? Will it be the next week, or the next year? Will it be when we are totally disarmed, and when a British guard shall be stationed in every house? Shall we gather strength by irresolution and inaction? Shall we acquire the means of effectual resistance by lying supinely on our backs, and hugging the delusive phantom of hope, until our enemies shall have bound us hand and foot? Sir, we are not weak, if we make a proper use of those means which the God of nature has placed in our power.” — Patrick Henry

These are the times that try men’s souls. The summer soldier and the sunshine patriot will, in this crisis, shrink from the service of their county; but he that stands it now, deserves the love and thanks of man and woman. Tyranny like hell is not easily conquered yet we have this consolation with us, the harder the conflict, the more glorious the triumph. What we obtain too cheap, we esteem too lightly; it is dearness only that gives everything its value.” — Tom Paine after the Declaration of Independence

Franco’s Dead

It was autumn of 1975. I was in DC. I ran into my friend Dave who’s uncle worked in the State Department.
“Tony, If I tell you something, will you promise to keep it a secret?”

“Yeah, sure. What’s up?”

“Franco’s dead.”

“Dave, how can that be any sort of a secret? If Franco’s dead it’s gonna be all over the news.”

“You don’t understand. The Prince is out of the country. They got to get him back to Spain. The word’s got to go out that Franco’s in the hospital, so that people won’t be wondering why he’s not around. And the government’s got to come up with some excuse to round up all the Communists and the rest of the troublemakers. Then, everyone can find out that Franco’s dead.”

“I don’t know Dave. This all sounds sorta fishy to me.”

That night the news mentioned that Franco had entered the hospital for a scheduled examination. The next day there was a report that — just to attend some affair — the Prince was headed back to Spain. There also was an item about the doctors discovering that Franco was afflicted with some minor condition that required surgery. The announcer went on to add that it was considered routine. A day or so later, a demonstration in Spain turned violent, resulting in many arrests. Authorities took many more into custody in the subsequent crackdown. Franco came out of surgery, but his condition was guarded. The Prince arrived in Spain. Franco took a turn for the worse. The following day the world learned that Francisco Franco, dictator of Spain is dead.

You can believe your own eyes.


Back in 2007, I did some IT work at a warehouse in a still rural area. To the east, there was a cow pasture. On the other side of the road to the north there were a number of small houses. One of the residents kept a flock of bantam chickens. The birds had the free run of the neighborhood. Here one indeed could wonder why the chicken crossed the road.

It struck me that farm animals in close proximity to human habitation and commerce, though unusual now, almost certainly was the norm for most of human history. Then I realized why the damning comment about Ulysses Aldrovandi’s natural history — “a cock and bull story” — concerned common animals, not the dragons, mermaids and who only knows what that Aldrovandi diligently described. One could always maintain that just over the horizon, or across the sea, or in the jungle, or desert, . . ., everything and anything was lurking. But for the beasts in barns that people walked past every day, anybody at a glance was able to determine that Aldrovandi’s musings were ridiculous.

Max’s Kansas City by Paul Taylor

Everyone who was anyone was there. MAX’S KANSAS CITY was the place to be. It quickly became the new drug of the late sixties and early seventies counterculture scene, and its effects were lasting. The legendary restaurant/bar opened its doors December of 1965 at 213 Park Avenue South between 17th and 18th off Union Square , just around the time popular culture was poised on the brink of a remarkable shift. The mere name Max’s conjures up images of chic and outrageousness. There never was a place like it, and there never will be again.

Max’s Kansas City was the salon of the psychedelic era, a living theater part Animal Farm, part Animal House. Outside was Vietnam’, inside a haven, at least for the devotees who called it home. If the ’60s “in crowd” had a clubhouse, you could say it was Max’s – a three-ring circus which opened in December 1965 and lost its spark when it changed owners in the fall of 1974. The impresario was Mickey Ruskin; born in New Jersey in 1933, died in New York fifty years later. Mickey had plans for a book about Max’s before his death, and Yvonne Sewall, the mother of two of his children and for four months a waitress at Max’s, is now completing it.

Max’s Kansas City was the salon of the psychedelic era, a living theater part Animal Farm, part Animal House. Outside was Vietnam’, inside a haven, at least for the devotees who called it home. If the ’60s “in crowd” had a clubhouse, you could say it was Max’s – a three-ring circus which opened in December 1965 and lost its spark when it changed owners in the fall of 1974. The impresario was Mickey Ruskin; born in New Jersey in 1933, died in New York fifty years later. Mickey had plans for a book about Max’s before his death, and Yvonne Sewall, the mother of two of his children and for four months a waitress at Max’s, is now completing it.

“Want to mingle with the underground jet set — movie-makers, avant-garde actors, chic society girls? Head for Max’s Kansas City, 213 Park Avenue South (near 18th Street) where, between 5 and 6 pm, magnificent free hors d’oeuvres (fried chicken, meatballs, cheese) are served (sometimes) along with the drinks ($1 to $1.25). Open daily.” So says an old $5-a-day guide to New York. What it doesn’t say is that, if you are a tourist, or an unsuspecting casual visitor, you will probably be seated upstairs, in “Siberia,” and miss out on the strange, unending party below.

As Andy Warhol said in his book POPIsm, “Max’s Kansas City was the exact place where Pop Art and pop life came together in New York in the ’60s . . . Everybody went to Max’s and everything got homogenized there.”

Up front were the heavies, the painters and sculptors who initially colonized Max’s, including John Chamberlain, Willem de Kooning, Robert Rauschenberg, Carl Andre, and Larry Rivers, as well as the heady crowd that sparred with Earthworks artist Robert Smithson. Works of art punctuated the walls, and Forrest Meyers’s laser beam sculpture, shot through the front window from blocks away, skewered the interior of the restaurant.

In the back room Warhol presided at the famous Round Table, vastly different from the one Dorothy Parker’s crowd had traded jibes over at the Algonquin, while superstars, speed freaks, and transvestites vied for attention, drenched in the blood red of Dan Flavin’s fluorescent light sculpture. “Showtime” – Andrea Whips (Andrea Feldman) singing on the tabletops – was a regular, yet spontaneous, exhibition. The gossip circulated violently, but sometimes words failed. “I met Iggy Pop at Max’s Kansas City in 1970 or 1971,” recalled David Bowie. “Me, Iggy, and Lou Reed at one table with absolutely nothing to say to each other, just looking at each others eye makeup.”

Other than the waitresses, who are now among Max’s greatest chroniclers, the women were dicey; some were real and some were fake, and sometimes it made no difference. As Zsa Zsa Gabor said of transvestite Candy Darling, “She was one of the world’s most beautiful women.” Yet Max’s really was a macho scene. Here, in the back room, the producers of Midnight Cowboy recruited the extras for the film. And here Andy Warhol met his match in the butch Valerie Solanis, who later shot him.

Sandwiched between front and back was the pack-the regular celebrities, including Mick Jagger, John Lennon and Yoko Ono, Bob Dylan, Peter O’Toole, Jane Fonda and Roger Vadim, Dennis Hopper, Berry Berenson, Bertolluci, and Warren Beatty; models such as Verouschka, Twiggy, A poll onia, and Andrea Portago; photographers like Toscani, Chris von Wangenheim, and Claude Picasso; politicos such as future mayor Ed Koch and Bobby Kennedy; the fashion crowd, including Maxime de la Falaise, Fernando Sanchez, Halston, Giorgio di Sant’Angelo, and Betsey johnson; writers Allen Ginsberg and William Burroughs; and a host of hangers-on. Here, Germaine Greer introduced Jackie Curtis, the transvestite performer and playwright, to Sargent Shriver, and the likes of Mel Brooks, Loulou de la Falaise, and jean-Paul Belmondo schmoozed with Michelangelo Antonioni, Penelope Tree, Marisa Berenson, and Marjoe Gortner. James Rosenquist talked art with future senator Jacob Javits, who was led into the joint by his wife, Man-an. The art dealer Leo Castelli was also taken on occasion. “Max’s Kansas City?” he quipped. “‘No, I went to Max’s in New York. The steak was terrible. ”

Even those exiled -upstairs got a taste of the scene sooner or later, thanks to performances by the Velvet Underground with Nico, the New York Dolls (featuring David Johansen), and unknown performers like Bruce Springsteen and Billy Joel.

Max’s was Mickey Ruskin’s fourth venue. In 1957, while working up to junior partner status at his father’s law firm, Ruskin saw a newspaper ad: “Rent or Own a Coffee Shop.” Rent was $300 a month, and the Tenth Street Coffeehouse was born. It was followed by Deux Maggots, named after the St. Germain cafe. In quick succession followed the Ninth Circle and Max’s Kansas City. Although Mickey would have other venues, Max’s was his finest hour, his masterpiece.

At Max’s, pop art slowly mutated into punk, which was pop in a foul mood. From his position at the front of the restaurant, night by night, Mickey Ruskin witnessed the transformation. The patrons did too. “In the ’60s, ” as Marian Javits recalls, “the art world was looser and more expressive. Max’s was the place where artists could be themselves and exchange ideas. Everyone was infected by something, but it wasn’t drink. They were infected by what was going on in society. Then it began to decay.”

Ruskin summed up the change as the 70s progressed. “My job is to sort out the worst of the hangers-on from the best. That becomes a very hard job, and no matter what you do,, it’s still a hanger-on and not a star. The stars are gone. ”

In 1983, Mickey Ruskin died of a drug overdose. So many of Max’s patrons are gone-Diane Arbus, Tom Baker, James Baldwin, Truman Capote, Jackie Curtis, Candy Darling, Divine, Eric Emerson, Brian Epstein, Andrea Feldman, Judy Garland, Cary Grant, Al Grossman, Jimi Hendrix, Freddy Herko, Eva Hesse, Peter HuJar, Jacob Javits, Brian Jones, Janis Joplin, Bill King, John Lennon, Charles Ludlam, Bob Marley, Jim Morrison, Tiger Morse, Barnett Newman, Nico, Lillion Roxon, Robert Scull, Edie Sedgwick, Robert Smithson, Tinkerbelle, Andy Warhol, Nell Williams, Tennessee Williams, and
others-and with their deaths an era passed away.

Paul Taylor


(All thinking people
oppose terrorism
both domestic
& international…
But one should not
be used
To cover the other)

They say its some terrorist, some
A Rab, in
It wasn’t our American terrorists
It wasn’t the Klan or the Skin heads
Or the them that blows up nigger
Churches, or reincarnates us on Death Row
It wasn’t Trent Lott
Or David Duke or Giuliani
Or Schundler, Helms retiring

It wasn’t
the gonorrhea in costume
the white sheet diseases
That have murdered black people
Terrorized reason and sanity
Most of humanity, as they pleases

They say (who say? Who do the saying
Who is them paying
Who tell the lies
Who in disguise
Who had the slaves
Who got the bux out the Bucks

Who got fat from plantations
Who genocided Indians
Tried to waste the Black nation

Who live on Wall Street
The first plantation
Who cut your nuts off
Who rape your ma
Who lynched your pa

Who got the tar, who got the feathers
Who had the match, who set the fires
Who killed and hired
Who say they God & still be the Devil

Who the biggest only
Who the most goodest
Who do Jesus resemble

Who created everything
Who the smartest
Who the greatest
Who the richest
Who say you ugly and they the goodlookingest

Who define art
Who define science

Who made the bombs
Who made the guns

Who bought the slaves, who sold them

Who called you them names
Who say Dahmer wasn’t insane

Who/ Who / Who/

Who stole Puerto Rico
Who stole the Indies, the Philipines, Manhattan
Australia & The Hebrides
Who forced opium on the Chinese

Who own them buildings
Who got the money
Who think you funny
Who locked you up
Who own the papers

Who owned the slave ship
Who run the army

Who the fake president
Who the ruler
Who the banker

Who/ Who/ Who/

Who own the mine
Who twist your mind
Who got bread
Who need peace
Who you think need war

Who own the oil
Who do no toil
Who own the soil
Who is not a nigger
Who is so great ain’t nobody bigger

Who own this city

Who own the air
Who own the water

Who own your crib
Who rob and steal and cheat and murder
and make lies the truth
Who call you uncouth

Who live in the biggest house
Who do the biggest crime
Who go on vacation anytime

Who killed the most niggers
Who killed the most Jews
Who killed the most Italians
Who killed the most Irish
Who killed the most Africans
Who killed the most Japanese
Who killed the most Latinos


Who own the ocean

Who own the airplanes
Who own the malls
Who own television
Who own radio

Who own what ain’t even known to be owned
Who own the owners that ain’t the real owners

Who own the suburbs
Who suck the cities
Who make the laws

Who made Bush president
Who believe the confederate flag need to be flying
Who talk about democracy and be lying

Who the Beast in Revelations
Who 666
Who decide
Jesus get crucified

Who the Devil on the real side
Who got rich from Armenian genocide

Who the biggest terrorist
Who change the bible
Who killed the most people
Who do the most evil
Who don’t worry about survival

Who have the colonies
Who stole the most land
Who rule the world
Who say they good but only do evil
Who the biggest executioner

Who/Who/Who ^^^

Who own the oil
Who want more oil
Who told you what you think that later you find out a lie
Who/ Who/ ???

Who fount Bin Laden, maybe they Satan
Who pay the CIA,
Who knew the bomb was gonna blow
Who know why the terrorists
Learned to fly in Florida, San Diego

Who know why Five Israelis was filming the explosion
And cracking they sides at the notion

Who need fossil fuel when the sun ain’t goin’ nowhere

Who make the credit cards
Who get the biggest tax cut
Who walked out of the Conference
Against Racism
Who killed Malcolm, Kennedy & his Brother
Who killed Dr King, Who would want such a thing?
Are they linked to the murder of Lincoln?

Who invaded Grenada
Who made money from apartheid
Who keep the Irish a colony
Who overthrow Chile and Nicaragua later

Who killed David Sibeko, Chris Hani,
the same ones who killed Biko, Cabral,
Neruda, Allende, Che Guevara, Sandino,

Who killed Kabila, the ones who wasted Lumumba, Mondlane , Betty Shabazz, Princess Margaret, Ralph Featherstone, Little Bobby

Who locked up Mandela, Dhoruba, Geronimo,
Assata, Mumia,Garvey, Dashiell Hammett, Alphaeus Hutton

Who killed Huey Newton, Fred Hampton,
MedgarEvers, Mikey Smith, Walter Rodney,
Was it the ones who tried to poison Fidel
Who tried to keep the Vietnamese Oppressed

Who put a price on Lenin’s head

Who put the Jews in ovens,
and who helped them do it
Who said “America First”
and ok’d the yellow stars

Who killed Rosa Luxembourg, Liebneckt
Who murdered the Rosenbergs
And all the good people iced,
tortured , assassinated, vanished

Who got rich from Algeria, Libya, Haiti,
Iran, Iraq, Saudi, Kuwait, Lebanon,
Syria, Egypt, Jordan, Palestine,

Who cut off peoples hands in the Congo
Who invented Aids Who put the germs
In the Indians’ blankets
Who thought up “The Trail of Tears”

Who blew up the Maine
& started the Spanish American War
Who got Sharon back in Power
Who backed Batista, Hitler, Bilbo,
Chiang kai Chek who WHO W H O/

Who decided Affirmative Action had to go
Reconstruction, The New Deal, The New
Frontier, The Great Society,

Who do Tom Ass Clarence Work for
Who doo doo come out the Colon’s mouth
Who know what kind of Skeeza is a Condoleeza
Who pay Connelly to be a wooden negro
Who give Genius Awards to Homo Locus

Who overthrew Nkrumah, Bishop,
Who poison Robeson,
who try to put DuBois in Jail
Who frame Rap Jamil al Amin, Who frame the Rosenbergs, Garvey,
The Scottsboro Boys, The Hollywood Ten

Who set the Reichstag Fire

Who knew the World Trade Center was gonna get bombed
Who told 4000 Israeli workers at the Twin Towers
To stay home that day
Why did Sharon stay away ?
Who,Who, Who/
explosion of Owl the newspaper say
the devil face cd be seen Who WHO Who WHO

Who make money from war
Who make dough from fear and lies
Who want the world like it is
Who want the world to be ruled by imperialism and national oppression and terror
violence, and hunger and poverty.

Who is the ruler of Hell?
Who is the most powerful

Who you know ever
Seen God?

But everybody seen
The Devil

Like an Owl exploding
In your life in your brain in your self
Like an Owl who know the devil
All night, all day if you listen, Like an Owl
Exploding in fire. We hear the questions rise
In terrible flame like the whistle of a crazy dog

Like the acid of the fire of Hell
Who and Who and WHO (+) who who ^
Whoooo and Whooooooooooooooooooooo!

AMIRI B 10/01

Tibetan flag raised again as hundreds carry out fresh protests

Tibetan flag raised again as hundreds carry out fresh protests
Phayul[Monday, March 19, 2012 09:15]
DHARAMSHALA, March 18: The Tibetan national flag has once been raised in Tibet as more instances of arrests and mass protests are being reported from Tibetan areas.

In reports coming out of Chentsa county in Malho eastern Tibet, the Lhamo Dechen monastery, the largest monastery in the region is currently reeling under a severe military lockdown.

At least 50 monks had gathered in front of the monastery on March 10 to commemorate the 53rd anniversary of the Tibetan National Uprising Day. The monks had burned incense and raised slogans calling for the return of His Holiness the Dalai Lama from exile and freedom in Tibet.

Sources in exile said that a planned march by the monks to Chentsa county town, some 25 kms away, was averted after local Tibetans appealed, fearing for the safety of the monks. Later, more than five military truckloads of Chinese armed personnel reportedly arrived at the monastery.

The monastery was on the security radar after the monks on March 8, during a religious ceremony, had created butter sculptures of the Dalai Lama and the ‘banned in Tibet’ Tibetan national flag as a traditional form of offering.

The intricately carved butter sculptures, clearly depicting an image of the Dalai Lama were kept on public display at the monastery.

In other reports, around a thousand Tibetans carried out a mass protest in Gepasumdo (Ch: Tongde) county on March 16 demanding the release of about 50 monks who were detained a day earlier for raising the Tibetan national flag and demanding freedom in Tibet.

“Over a thousand Tibetans converged at the county building and demanded that all the monks detained should be released,” US based Radio service RFA reported citing sources in the region.

“They persisted in the peaceful protests and the county government building was surrounded by police and paramilitary forces,” the report added.

A day earlier, about 200 monks from the Ba Shangtre monastery had raised the Tibetan flag at the Gepasumdo county in Tsolho, after marching on the streets carrying banners calling for freedom in Tibet and the return of the Dalai Lama.

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