one tin soldier rides away
Dec. 24th, 2006 11:47 pmI've been dreaming about monsters a lot lately.
The one that really messed with my head was one I had on Saturday morning. A four-legged animal with over-articulated limbs and the head of a blond child. It spoke in a woman's voice and then darted out a long barbed tongue that tapped directly into it's victim's spine, drinking the spinal fluid while the man under it's feet screamed and writhed in agony. It left the paralyzed body to be set upon by gangs of men with identical faces of glowing red eyes and rictis grins. They drank the blood and packs of wild dogs with blue eyes and human hands finished off the rest.
I don't usually get spooked by dreams but this one had me jumping at every creak of my house as I got ready to leave for work. I just couldn't shake the image of that cherubic face.
The streets were still dark and wet with mist. There was an owl hooting as I walked towards the bus and a couple of bats darted above my head. Nothing feels right, it's just too damn warm for December. Maybe that's what has me so freaked out.
There is a house near me that has been sporting an American Indian Movement flag for the last year or so. It also had a "For Sale" sign on it. More than once I've passed by while the tenants were barring frustrated-looking real estate agents from entering with prospective buyers, and the sign had been torn up and throw into the street. I think they finally lost their battle though. The house looked dark and the front yard and sidewalk were covered with piles of discarded household items set out for the trash.
I don't mind working Saturdays except for the hours. For all my being there are ridiculous-o-clock, it was pretty slack-tastic. Then I hooked up with
bcholmes. We ate things with tentacles and went and saw Blood Diamond.
It was a reasonably good movie - pretty standard Hollywood fare, complete with the Brave Native, Intrepid Reporter and the Loveable Ruffian Who Is Reformed By Friendship And The Love Of A Good Woman. But the backdrop can't help but be powerful simply because of what it portrays.
I ended up having a discussion with B.C. afterwards about the information in the movie and it still leaves me troubled. I mean, it's all old news - isn't it? Everybody knows about the child soldiers, about all the people with their hands chopped off, the millions upon millions of refugees. That's the most common of knowledge. Everybody knows that De Beers has vaults full of fucking diamonds so that the market stays falsely elevated, that if you don't build super-precise drills a diamond is about as valuable an investment as a hunk of aluminum.
Don't they?
How much do people know about what is done in their name or for their convenience? How much do people in the western world think about things like modern slave traffic, or the overthrow of Aristide in Haiti or what's happening in Dafur? About the conditions that bring you that cup of coffee. That cotton t-shirt. The gas for your car. That cheap... whatever.
The slaughter in Rawanda drove Roméo Dallaire mad. He couldn't stop it, even though everybody knew what was going on. Because nobody knew. Even though everybody knew.
Oddly enough it's the first night in weeks where I had untroubled sleep. I think my subconscious realized just how outclassed it really is - I can't dream up anything like close to what the real world has to offer.
And I just realized as I'm about to hit "post" - this is Xmas eve. Not very cheerful fare I've just given you to read, is it? Sorry about that.
This is my wish to you for Christmas.
Peace On Earth. Good will towards men
The one that really messed with my head was one I had on Saturday morning. A four-legged animal with over-articulated limbs and the head of a blond child. It spoke in a woman's voice and then darted out a long barbed tongue that tapped directly into it's victim's spine, drinking the spinal fluid while the man under it's feet screamed and writhed in agony. It left the paralyzed body to be set upon by gangs of men with identical faces of glowing red eyes and rictis grins. They drank the blood and packs of wild dogs with blue eyes and human hands finished off the rest.
I don't usually get spooked by dreams but this one had me jumping at every creak of my house as I got ready to leave for work. I just couldn't shake the image of that cherubic face.
The streets were still dark and wet with mist. There was an owl hooting as I walked towards the bus and a couple of bats darted above my head. Nothing feels right, it's just too damn warm for December. Maybe that's what has me so freaked out.
There is a house near me that has been sporting an American Indian Movement flag for the last year or so. It also had a "For Sale" sign on it. More than once I've passed by while the tenants were barring frustrated-looking real estate agents from entering with prospective buyers, and the sign had been torn up and throw into the street. I think they finally lost their battle though. The house looked dark and the front yard and sidewalk were covered with piles of discarded household items set out for the trash.
I don't mind working Saturdays except for the hours. For all my being there are ridiculous-o-clock, it was pretty slack-tastic. Then I hooked up with
It was a reasonably good movie - pretty standard Hollywood fare, complete with the Brave Native, Intrepid Reporter and the Loveable Ruffian Who Is Reformed By Friendship And The Love Of A Good Woman. But the backdrop can't help but be powerful simply because of what it portrays.
I ended up having a discussion with B.C. afterwards about the information in the movie and it still leaves me troubled. I mean, it's all old news - isn't it? Everybody knows about the child soldiers, about all the people with their hands chopped off, the millions upon millions of refugees. That's the most common of knowledge. Everybody knows that De Beers has vaults full of fucking diamonds so that the market stays falsely elevated, that if you don't build super-precise drills a diamond is about as valuable an investment as a hunk of aluminum.
Don't they?
How much do people know about what is done in their name or for their convenience? How much do people in the western world think about things like modern slave traffic, or the overthrow of Aristide in Haiti or what's happening in Dafur? About the conditions that bring you that cup of coffee. That cotton t-shirt. The gas for your car. That cheap... whatever.
The slaughter in Rawanda drove Roméo Dallaire mad. He couldn't stop it, even though everybody knew what was going on. Because nobody knew. Even though everybody knew.
Oddly enough it's the first night in weeks where I had untroubled sleep. I think my subconscious realized just how outclassed it really is - I can't dream up anything like close to what the real world has to offer.
And I just realized as I'm about to hit "post" - this is Xmas eve. Not very cheerful fare I've just given you to read, is it? Sorry about that.
This is my wish to you for Christmas.
Peace On Earth. Good will towards men
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Date: 2006-12-25 05:33 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-12-25 06:41 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-12-25 07:39 am (UTC)They are willing to compromise what is right for what is comfortable until it gets too uncomfortable for them to bear. Frogs in the stewpot. Things didn't go straight to boiling after 9/11. It's been years of steady change.
I'm glad I'm not the only one thinking about this kind of thing tonight, but so far, I haven't gotten off of my ass and done a damn thing about it. I don't know what to do and I'm too busy just trying to keep myself fed.
(no subject)
Date: 2006-12-25 05:54 am (UTC)150 year ago, a hunk of aliminum would have been an investment so great that few *governments* would have been able to afford it. Now we make it out of (basically) special mud and a lot of electricity, but comparatively, it's dirt cheap.
We can make diamonds now too. Stuff that's as pretty and and as hard as the "dug from the ground" ones. So why the blood? Not because people want pretty rings and drillbits, but because some bozos wanna be rich. That's where the anger should go. Be pissed at the people that make stuff valuable, not the ones that make it cheap.
(no subject)
Date: 2006-12-25 06:46 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-12-25 03:06 pm (UTC)The trouble is that there's SUCH a lie happening out there that the public never really gets a chance to learn those lessons. They see it, worry about it, and then they're subtlely brainwashed by thousands of other sources telling them all kinds of contridicotry messages: daimonds retain value, new ones are better than old ones. it would be unfaithful to ever sell them, and those that do are sordid people. It's not the prettiness of the pretties that really get to folks, it's the huge machinery around them that inflates the value. What happens in the film is that conpiracy honed to a fine, hard point.
(no subject)
Date: 2006-12-25 04:58 pm (UTC)Yeah, exactly. This was going on in the 80's, and I remember hearing all about it then.
it would be unfaithful to ever sell them, and those that do are sordid people.
Ha. Because if anybody actually tried they'd find out just how valuable they actually are.
Diamonds are semi-precious stones at best. I guess I'm befuddled that there's even a market at all.
(no subject)
Date: 2006-12-25 05:24 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-12-25 11:01 am (UTC)What you said about diamonds makes me so glad I don't own one and never want one.
(no subject)
Date: 2006-12-25 11:24 am (UTC)The slaughter in Rwanda drove Roméo Dallaire mad and he was a man, with a gun, with hundreds (thousands?) of people just like him trying to make a difference and he couldn't stop it. If he can't make a difference, how can I?
When I think about all of the suffering in the world, all of the hunger, poverty, war, abuse, children sold/people abducted into lives of sex (or other) slavery, preventable illnesses, HIV epidemic in Africa - it overwhelms me to the point where I can't think of where to start to try to help all these hundreds of millions of people.
There are small things that I can do - buy fair trade goods, try to avoid things made in sweatshops (I wish they were labelled clearly "made in a sweatshop in [country x]), use less gas, not buy diamonds, donate to organizations that try to provide assistance.
It seems like such a drop in the bucket and I feel helpless knowing that I can't stop it all.
(no subject)
Date: 2006-12-25 01:23 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-12-25 04:59 pm (UTC)I think that's the key.
(no subject)
Date: 2006-12-25 12:04 pm (UTC)Well, I have a bad habit of thinking they do, because the information is so easily available. But, as we all know, I have the misfortune of working with Joe Average and no, they don't, and I learned years ago that should I try to gently mention these things, I'll be lucky to come out alive, because they do not under any circumstances want their little happy first-world bubbles burst.
(no subject)
Date: 2006-12-26 12:59 am (UTC)I think self-image also plays a big part of what people believe or know about. Though i can never put a finger on it, discussions about certain issue often leave me with the impression of an underyling theme of: "I don't know about conflict diamonds / think refugees are genuine / believe global warming is true because i see myself as a businessman/conservative/family guy, not a lefty/greenie/liberal".
Works both ways, i'm sure, but it's easier to see on the other bank.
(no subject)
Date: 2006-12-25 02:16 pm (UTC)http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kimberley_Process_Certification_Scheme
(no subject)
Date: 2006-12-25 03:27 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-12-25 05:00 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-12-25 06:04 pm (UTC)http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/world/africa/2775763.stm
(no subject)
Date: 2006-12-25 06:27 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-12-25 06:49 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-12-25 07:24 pm (UTC)Granted, the second story doesn't make a heart-wrenching movie showing atrocities. It's more of a role for Tommy Lee Jones than Leonardo Di'Caprio, of international investigators and clever accountants.
(no subject)
Date: 2006-12-26 05:23 am (UTC)Samuel L Jackson. Diamonds on a Motherfuckin' Plane.
(no subject)
Date: 2006-12-26 03:00 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-12-25 02:40 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-12-25 02:41 pm (UTC)I try my best to keep an even head about these things. I'm constantly watching documentaries about these things mainly cause it helps kick my own ass when I get stuck in the whole "my life sucks" mantra. Cause really no it doesn't. Not even a little bit.. I'm luckier than I'll ever truly understand to be here and have what I have. I just need to figure out a way to try, however small it is, to make a difference somewhere.. That's what I gotta figure!
(no subject)
Date: 2006-12-25 05:04 pm (UTC)Politicians take letters seriously because so few people write them. They figure for each letter that somebody bothers to send there are hundreds to thousands of people who feel the same way but just kvetch without doing anything.
And paper is taken a lot more seriously than email because most of them are Old Fucks and people who send emails are just Those Kids who probably don't vote.
(no subject)
Date: 2006-12-25 06:03 pm (UTC)That's at the top of my "ways to keep busy while I'm out of work" list.
I figure it'll be about two weeks before my MP really starts to hate me.
(no subject)
Date: 2006-12-25 03:51 pm (UTC)Like
I buy organic produce boxes twice a month and try to buy organic or farm-raised meat. I'm replacing all my household cleaners with environmentally friendly products, and I try to buy those at my local health-food store. I buy fair trade coffee and sugar. It may not be much, and I'm only one person, but I hope it helps a little.
(no subject)
Date: 2006-12-25 05:23 pm (UTC)http://www.professionaljeweler.com/archives/news/2006/051506story.html
And then there's the occasional note like this:
http://www.atimes.com/atimes/South_Asia/FB19Df04.html
(no subject)
Date: 2006-12-25 05:30 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-12-25 06:02 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-12-27 12:09 am (UTC)I think that a lot of people honestly don't know, or think that it's just some crazy people making a big deal out of nothing, because how could things actually be that horrible?
I also think that it can be very difficult and time consuming and expensive to know where every item you buy comes from and how it is produced, if its even possible. And even if you do that and find you don't like the way is something is done, what if you have no other options? I think that the things that are successful are those where enough people in the right places care enough about something to create an alternative market: fair-trade coffee, rBST free milk, organic cotton, biodiesel, etc.
But with the diamond industry, they've put so much into creating their own reality that, like Walmart, it's that much harder to fight them. A diamond has been made not just a stone, but a symbol, and it's that symbol that has to be fought.
It's going to be a long time before I stop yelling at my tv or changing the radio station every time a diamond commercial comes on.
(no subject)
Date: 2006-12-27 04:52 am (UTC)Besides, it's not like diamonds are something that people need. It's a lot harder to make choices regarding food and clothing that are based solely on ethics when your resources are limited. I would think that with things that are purely ornamental it ought to be so much easier.
(no subject)
Date: 2006-12-27 08:06 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-12-27 02:45 pm (UTC)At least one of them has to be a) not soaked in blood and b) actually worth the money you pay for it.