Expats gone wild? Or locals gone loco?

About a week ago, a provocative link came up on Twitter. Joshua Holland of Alternet had posted it, and it was a doozer: “Expats Gone Wild”, was the story, all about “an invasion of misguided foreigners” wreaking havoc in Mexico.

Well, I posted it as part of a Short ‘n’ Stubby compilation, and a few hours later, heard back from an expat blog-buddy in Mexico assuring me it wasn’t aboveboard. So I took a closer look, and sure enough, there was plenty of hinkitude in there. Let’s take it apart bit by bit, shall we?

The article centres on the city of Mérida, on the Yucatan peninsula. To hear the author, one Louis V. Nevaer, tell it, Mérida is awash in “a plague of scoundrels, airheads and doomsday believers”. So who are these loco human locusts? Helpfully, Nevaer gives it to us in point form:

Accused scam artists from Texas have collected hundreds of thousands of dollars through Brazos Abiertos, Inc., an AIDS charity that apparently has never been authorized by Mexican officials to do business in Mexico, according to records provided by the country’s tax authority, known as the SHCP. Lavish fundraising parties and events duped unsuspecting benefactors. The scandal has caused much consternation in Merida’s blogosphere, and outrage at the “plague” of foreign “scoundrels.” (The IRS is reportedly  investigating the organization.)

My blog-buddy let me know that this is a case of the author’s personal ax-grinding. In his words, “His problem with Brazos Abiertos [linkage added] is that it is incorporated in Texas so it can do fundraising in the U.S…. that and author’s would-be toy boy went to work for them and hell hath no fury, etc)”. In another e-mail, he added: “I don’t think Brazos Abiertos receives more than in-kind contributions in Mexico (medical services, mostly) which wouldn’t be tax deductible in any case.” In other words, a perfectly respectable organization. Except for the fact that it’s (legally) bi-national, and that it lured a prospective “toy boy” away. Therefore, it’s evil.

When I googled it myself, using the terms “Brazos Abiertos, IRS investigation”, what came up at the top of the search was nothing but Nevaer’s own sketchy “reporting” on the matter–and a number of local expat bloggers very credibly refuting it. One would think that if this organization were really so shady, there’d be more to choose from! I doubt very much that the Texan newspapers would be silent on the matter, given that the charity is registered in that state.

The next point is even more bizarre:

An “unofficial” library has operated for years, soliciting donations. The so-called Merida English Library has boasted that it is a member of the prestigious American Library Association, when its membership lapsed in 2007. It has presented itself as bona fide “Mexican nonprofit organization” — but it has never met the requirements established by Mexico’s tax authority to solicit donations from the public or issue tax-deductible receipts, according to information supplied by the SHCP.

Writes my amigo:

The Merida English Language Library (MELL) may not have issued the right tax forms for all I know.  The regulations on charities and not-for-profits isn’t all that clear, and the regulations have changed over the past couple of years.  Even my accountant is confused.  At any rate, it’s just a little English-language library for the expats, run by one guy, a self-published poet, and a bunch of little old ladies who come in and shelve books.  Same as the English-language libraries all around Mexico, which seem to have a secondary purpose of giving retiree expats with nothing better to do an excuse to kvetch.  In Oaxaca, the local English-language library had a ridiculous fight (replete with gringos trying to sue each other in Oaxaca based on U.S. law) over… about 12 dollars missing from a petty cash drawer.  Here, poor Lorraine finally had to beg a Notario to help her turn our library into a regular S.C. (Sociedad Civil) so the library board could at least pay her a living wage without everyone whining about why she was paid (umm… because she’s a professional librarian and needs to eat?)  That our bookstore donates a shitpile of books to the Mazatlan Library isn’t something we report on our taxes, but our accountant has never seen fit to ask us to do so, nor has the bookstore never had a problem with the tax authorities.

Gee, that doesn’t sound half so horrible now, does it? In any case, an English-language library for expats is hardly a lucrative source of income for the Mexican tax collectors to tap. Libraries everywhere are pretty hand-to-mouth, if they’re not run with government subsidies or endowments from wealthy patrons. And since these tend to serve a small niche community, a tax collector could starve to death before getting any big dinero out of them. If he were inclined to bother. Which, by the sounds of things, the Mexican federales are not.

The third point, though, really sounds sensational…

Gringo Zapatistas running amok have unnerved residents. Of equal concern has been the disclosure that a husband-and-wife team of aging Gringo Zapatistas have been aiding and abetting the Zapatists uprising and their supporters. “We offered them our guest room, our office to work in, and our car (with us as drivers) to ferry them around the Yucatan,” Ellen and James Fields declared in the “NarcoNews.” “As it happened, we also loaned them some of our video and computer equipment, helped them find hotel rooms with some of our clients, and threw in a few dinners and breakfasts for good measure. So this year we donated more than we ever have in the past to the cause of alternative media. And we’re just getting warmed up.” That these self-styled Che Guevara “activists” have been hiding in plain sight has unsettled Mexicans, since foreigners are strictly prohibited from interfering in Mexico’s political process.

…until you realize that something here doesn’t pass the smell test. The author is big on the whole “Gringo Zapatista” thing, but he completely neglects to mention the most interfering band of gringos in all of Mexico…namely, the Mexico City station of the CIA. None of them lurk around in ski masks like Subcomandante Marcos, though. In fact, they are notoriously right-wing, and tend to back factions of that persuasion all over Latin America. The region’s long history of fascist coups, particularly from the 1950s onward, speaks for itself.

As for the two unfortunates named as aiding and abetting the “Gringo Zapatistas”, my amigo writes:

The attack on Jim and Ellen Fields was plain nasty.  Journalists (and they do own a legitimate Mexican publication and web design company, registered in the State of Yucatan did indeed provide some workspace and equipment for Narco News to use when it was doing some reporting from Merida.  Narco News is also a legitimate Mexican publisher, and there’s nothing sinister about it.  The source for the NAM article posted on his website (the post appearing while the Fields were back in the U.S. for their son’s funeral… dirty pool that!) had to find Mexican fascists to quote as complaining about the supposed “interference” in Mexican politics. I believe the Fields are Mexican citizens btw, though I’ve never asked.

So, the “Gringo Zapatistas” are legitimate local journalists, possibly naturalized citizens, who only have contact with the Zapatistas, but are not members themselves? Somehow, that deflates this tall tale considerably.

And since I’ve used the odd NarcoNews piece on this blog (finding that their coverage of Mexico, if not perhaps their naïve view of last September’s coup attempt in Ecuador, had a general ring of truth about it), I’m not convinced that the locals are terrorized by Zapatistas (gringo OR native), either. One thing I’ve noticed about the Zapatistas is their extraordinary staying power–and in a political climate as fractious and volatile as Mexico’s can get, that’s evidence in their favor, not their contrary. But then, if you’ve been following their revolution with even half an ounce of attention, you’ll know that the slow and largely peaceful approach is in fact typical of them; their local associations are called caracoles–“conch shells”, or more generally, “snails”. They are not exactly your old-school Marxist guerrillas, seeking to revolutionize whole regions at lightning speed through warfare. The idea seems to be to build up resistance gradually and in a sustainable manner. Something like the slow-moving conch, in other words; it builds up its spiral shell little by little. Hardly the stuff of sensationalism, I would say.

Another expat source, a Canadian who has had her own run-ins with the sensationalist, helpfully pointed me to this piece on a local English-language site serving the Yucatan Peninsula’s expat community. It further debunks the nonsense about the Fields with a letter from Narco News publisher Al Giordano:

Jim and Ellen Fields are good and honest people who have never supported any “terrorist” organization or anything like that. The accusation is so silly as to be laughable. They have supported *journalism* about a 2006 speaking-and-listening tour by the Zapatistas of Chiapas, which are notably *not* on the US government list of terrorist organizations and in fact are legally recognized by the Mexican government as involved in an ongoing peace process, a government which furnished federal police security for the Zapatista spokesman during that six-month 2006 national tour, which was reported also by every major national and international news organization in Mexico, just as Narco News reported on it. Would Mr. Nevaer accuse the New York Times and the Washington Post of supporting “terrorists” because they reported the same story?

Finally, Mr. Nevaer’s maliciously false statements that Narco News “supports drug traffickers” are evidently false to everyone who has read our online newspaper over the past ten years. To the contrary, our reporting has investigated and exposed hundreds of cases of drug trafficking and related official corruption in many countries (not just Mexico) including the United States. We invite anyone interested to simply review our reports at http://www.narconews.com and draw their own conclusions on the honest and authentic journalism we practice every day. Given that Mr. Nevaer – who we do not know and have never had any contact with – is the only party here that has been judged guilty of serious crimes, including defamation, we find his claims about others to be non-credible and lead us to question his emotional stability and credibility.

Oh dear. Louis Nevaer has been sued for defamation? Yes, indeed. Clicky here, here and here for details. (Documents in PDF format. Make sure you have the Adobe Reader.)

And then there’s this:

More ominously, U.S. authorities has identified two Americans— Mario E. Lopez and Jose Auais Dogre—as the masterminds of an international ring trafficking in stolen luxury boats and yachts. Mexican officials have enlisted the help of Bill Dobson, who works for the International Association of Marine Investigators, to spearhead ongoing investigations into the theft of these luxury vessels from the U.S. which are being sold to Mexican businessmen and politicians in the Yucatan.

I did find one item on these accused yacht bandits. Unfortunately, it paints a rather bad picture of the “Mexican officials” in question, since in a related article, the complaints are that “they know what’s going on but aren’t doing anything”. Plus, the thieves are named as Yucatan natives linked to the Cuban-American mafia, NOT gringos. Stretching the truth a bit, are we, Sr. Nevaer?

From there on, it degenerates into utter silliness:

A growing number of Americans in Mexico are disaffected with the U.S. and life under Barack Obama. Some, now labeled “Refugiados de Obamanomics,” are intent on escaping to a country where there is the sense of greater personal freedoms. “I can smoke in restaurants and no femi-Nazi take umbrage if I call someone a babe,” an Old Gringo, who wanted to remain anonymous, said.

I wasn’t aware that smoking in restaurants–or calling women “babes”–had become illegal in the United States, much less under Barack Obama. I’m sure it’s news to my many US friends, as well! And why does this silly “Old Gringo” merit anonymity, when the others above get named and their names dragged through the mud? Maybe it’s because he’s trashing his own country, rather than Nevaer’s Mexico?

And oh look, another slam at a “clandestine” English-language library:

Others speak on the record—or at least on YouTube clips. “I like the fact that the government doesn’t interfere in my life. I like the fact that it’s not a litigious society. I’m not concerned about somebody suing me for this or that. I’m really not concerned about being sued. You’re not run and manipulated and controlled by government and big corporations who are dictating terms of living on the television, by your taxes, by political decree,” Mitch Keenan, president of the clandestine English Language Library, said in a clip promoting his real estate company.

My gosh, you’d think the land was being overrun by a mafia of gringo librarians, trafficking in the terrifying contraband of libros en inglés. Next!

Betty Steinmuller, a retired schoolteacher from Boston, moved to Merida to escape the dismal U.S. health care system. “[It’s] ridiculously expensive—that’s why I moved here,” she told Wyatt Cenac of The Daily Show.

Although she self-identifies as an American Healthcare Refugee, Steinmuller has wasted no time in joining the ranks of Dubious Expats: She is one of the founders of Merida Verde, an environmental group that has been soliciting donations since 2008 — even though it has not been authorized to do so by Mexico’s tax authorities, according to the SHCP.

Oh no, a gringo environmentalist mafia, too! Who knew that local conservation could be so shady? I’m sure the authorities are just all over that one!

But wait…the silliest bit is yet to come:

As if the local authories don’t have enough to deal with on their hands, more doomsday-believing Americans are flocking to the Yucatan  as 2012 approaches.

Recently, two groups of these expats have arrived—one has bought up extensive tracts of land in the Yucatan near the Maya town of Oxkutzcab, where members have gone about building “bunker-style” strongholds. These “settlers” claim to be building a new  “Noah’s Ark,” but Mexican authorities fear this could be the scene of a Jim Jones-style mass suicide.

Another group, more perplexing, believe that, in preparation for the “End of Times,” they must revive the ancient Maya practice of ritualized alcoholic enemas. The presence of a community of Americans dedicated to administering alcoholic enemas—or “Colonic Irrigationists,” as they call themselves— is beginning to raise concerns.

Y’okay. While there are undoubtedly plenty of people all over the world who consider the year 2012 to be doomsday (and there are more of them in the US than there are “overrunning” Mexico), there are plenty more who understand that it’s simply the furthest ahead that the Mayan astronomers could accurately calculate. Most people I hear talking about that date as “doomsday” consider it to be a joke.

Nonetheless, just to get behind Nevaer’s crazy claims, I decided to google the specific people he mentions here. And what did I find?

Well, a Google search of the terms “Oxkutzcab, doomsday” revealed…Louis Nevaer’s piece (which we can safely ignore), right below this news item, which actually doesn’t say much about the place:

In Yucatan, a group of Italian members of a doomsday cult built in a remote and humble community of Yucatan, Xul, Oxkutzcab station, a ‘City of the end of the world’ which is located 110 kilometers south of Merida today is the heart of the citrus in the region, with high out-migration, on both the U.S. and the Riviera Maya and Cancun, in Quintana Roo.

And that’s it for that one. Aside from the odd and perplexing wording (“heart of the citrus”? I’m going to assume it means “heart of the citrus-growing region”), there’s the fact that the “gringos” here are not from the US or Canada, but Italy. Italian gringos? An Italian “Jim Jones”? Funny how Louis Nevaer doesn’t mention them. I guess that’s because a harmless bunch of mangiamaccheroni doesn’t exactly fit with the theme of “Gringos Gone Wild”!

I also found this Spanish-language piece on the Italian community at Oxkutzcab. Thick-walled stone buildings with solar panels are being constructed there to withstand extreme air temperatures (of 50ºC or thereabouts), fire and flooding. Apparently the architect of the sect’s village (not a “bunker”) is a woman, and a local one at that. Furthermore, this woman–Karina Pérez Valle–“rejects the notion that the Italians’ construction project is with the end of the world in mind, but rather with the idea that ‘difficult times and many climatic inconveniences are coming’.” Undoubtedly that’s true in this age of global warming. But then, that’s true already, and has long been so, well in advance of the year 2012. All indications are that this “cult” is not dangerous, nor is it disruptive to the locals. It sounds like their aim is to live self-sufficiently, sustainably and in harmony with the landscape and climate, praying and keeping to themselves. Not unlike the German-speaking Mennonites of Bolivia, say. “Gringos Gone Wild” indeed!

As for the alcoholic enemas, all the reference material I was able to turn up says that these are dangerous and should not be attempted. One site even calls them “a drinker’s death wish”. Not surprising, since water is absorbed through the colon, and alcohol inserted there would be taken up very quickly, without the normal metabolic processes that drinking entails. I would think that if gringos in the Yucatan were doing that (in such a warm climate, no less), we’d be hearing reports of a rash of alcohol-related deaths. Yet…my search turned up nothing. Only this academic study of the vision-quest rituals of the Mayans, which is very cautiously worded in terms of what was used for the enemas. Mead is one possible substance, perhaps “fortified with hallucinogens”. I imagine drinking the stuff would be a better way to get the requisite visionary buzz, unless perhaps, like peyote, the hallucinogen is something that causes vomiting, in which case it might be better administered rectally–in very modest amounts. Personally, I would never do it except under the supervision of a trained shaman from the local tradition. It doesn’t sound like something I would feel confident experimenting with, either on my own or among a group of fellow North American spiritual seekers.

So perhaps there is a Mayan cultural basis for the alcohol-enema allegation. But gringos currently doing it in the Yucatan? I found nada.

Finally, Nevaer mentions one expat who supposedly finds all this horrifying. Beryl Gorbman, alias the Yucatan Yenta:

Beryl Gorbman, originally from Seattle and a Merida resident for a quarter century, has been so taken aback by the influx of these unsavory and unbalanced Americans, she wrote a novel about them, 2012: Deadly Awakening. “Thousands of spiritual tourists have descended upon this once-peaceful city, creating chaos,” she writes, describing the impact of American Expats Gone Wild in the Yucatan.

As you may have guessed, he misrepresents her, too. Beryl Gorbman is mentioned in the Yucatan Living article referenced above, the one decrying Nevaer and his numerous misdeeds. She has actually written a blog entry setting the story straight on Jim and Ellen Fields, the very “Gringo Zapatistas” whose journalism Nevaer has chosen to twist out of shape. She is indeed the author of a novel about “expats gone wild”, but it is a work of fiction, not a complaint about the havoc present-day expats are allegedly wreaking in the Yucatan. It is also not meant to be construed as an accurate prediction of what will happen when all these alcohol-enema enthusiasts descend on the region in time for doomsday. Her actual thoughts on living as an expat in Mexico are here, and they are considerably more complex than they have been portrayed in Nevaer’s sloppy hit-piece.

Now, how do I get Alternet to reconsider having given this shoddy reporter a page on their site?

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Capitalism brings freedom to South Korea!

Or…maybe not.

South Korean authorities blocked residents from accessing North Korean websites, Yonhap News Agency reported Thursday.

Authorities said they blocked sites with the domain name “.kp” because they contained “illegal information” under South Korea’s anti-communism and security laws.

The web censorship by the South’s state-run Communications Standards Commission came a day after it emerged that the North began reusing the domain name to expand its propaganda sites.

There were at least three propaganda websites on the web using the “.kp” domain name, Yonhap said.

Kim Yong-hyun, a North Korea professor at Seoul’s Dongguk University, said, “North Korea seems to be trying to increase public access to its sites as part of its recent online propaganda campaign.”

North Korea opened Facebook, Twitter and YouTube accounts in recent months.

But it has since removed the Facebook page, and the Twitter and YouTube accounts were hacked over the weekend.

Gee, I thought censorship was something only commies were supposed to do, and that capitalists loved free speech. So much for THAT idea!

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Short ‘n’ Stubby: Of Manxes and massacres

The Stumpy Cat as been prowling all over the Internets today, trying to make sense of the Tucson Massacre. As usual, when this kitty goes mousing after the news, she catches something…and it doesn’t squeak away:

First up, Ms. Manx is wholly in agreement with everything Cenk Uygur says here. Derangement does not happen in a political vacuum. Right-wing politics made Jared Loughner what he is…not merely a disturbed, mentally ill kid, but someone who slipped through any number of cracks, including those in the gun laws. And the right wing is to blame for those cracks being as wide as they are.

Second, the Stumpy Cat is pleasantly surprised at William Saletan’s analysis. He doesn’t often get it this right. If Joe Zamudio is a hero in Tucson tonight, it’s not because he was armed, but because he didn’t shoot when he helped to disarm the shooter.

The Manx also managed to dig up a self-described “God-fearing American” who prefers sanity over the status quo. Key quote: “Check your guns at edge of town, is my idea. Leave it home locked up. It worked in the Wild West, it should work here too.” Oh yeah, and he’s from out west, so that’s how he knows.

And wow: Homeland Security actually pegged the right-wing terrorist threat accurately, two years ago. And then backed down in the face of criticism from the party of right-wing terrorist threat enablers. Ms. Manx asks, scornfully, who the real pussy is.

And the WSJ has uncovered something worrying: Mentally ill individuals have no trouble getting their hands on guns. Given the guns are used in suicides as well as homicides, this is a major public health issue. Yet the NRA is still doing its damnedest to bury that fact.

On a related note, at Alternet, Karl Frisch writes:

The Second Amendment reads, “A well regulated Militia, being necessary to the security of a free State, the right of the people to keep and bear Arms, shall not be infringed.” I for one would prefer it if such a “well regulated militia” did not count violent criminals and the mentally disturbed among its membership.

Ms. Manx adds: Jared Loughner was debarred from joining the real “well regulated militia”, the army, on grounds of mental health. A pity that an amendment written in the days of flintlocks and muskets, when the newly independent colonies did not have an army, should still be erroneously construed to mean that anyone can get their hands on a gun, even a lunatic–and this in the age of assault weapons. Call that “well regulated”?

And finally, at Straight Goods, Linda McQuaig nails it by pointing out the media’s complicity in the toxic political culture. Why so cowardly, journos? Afraid you’ll get shot? What’s the matter…cat got yer tongue?

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Mario Vargas Llosa: The plot thickens

More strange accusations against Mario Vargas Llosa are emerging from the shadows. These come courtesy of La Tribuna de Toledo and EFE, via Aporrea:

The Swedish Academy announced yesterday, in a surprising manner, that it will be investigating this year’s Nobel laureate for literature, Mario Vargas Llosa, for a possible fraud which may cost him that high distinction.

According to various denunciations received last year–above all, as a result of the prize–the Peruvian author may used a lesser-known writer to edit the works that later won him recognition, since the beginning of his prolific career in 1959 with The Chiefs.

In declarations exclusively for this newspaper, the president of the elective committee for the Nobel Foundation, Sven Goran Erikson Larsson, commented: “As yet, it is very premature to make a judgment on this matter. I can only tell you that we have fairly solid proof that there may have been ‘fixing’, but I also think that we have to let the police do their job.”

The case has come to the attention of the Swedish police since their information-crimes brigade intercepted a mail which the South American novelist himself had sent a month before to one of their clandestine operatives. At the moment, there is a gag order in place, but according to a leak, the e-mail made allusions to a tale of an anarchist shepherd from Cáceres who fell hopelessly in love with a wealthy heiress at the dawn of the First World War.

According to the Attorney General’s hypothesis, Vargas Llosa appeared to have 18 other writers on his payroll, who periodically sent him outlines which the now perhaps not-so-gifted novelist might later polish up, or correct to his liking if the works were further advanced.

Among the possible writers, five Spaniards figure, along with two Bolivians, three Chileans, four Peruvians, two Germans and a citizen of Gibraltar. They include the young man–her ex-brother-in-law–who helped Ana Rosa Quintana to write A Taste of Bile, whose plot revolves around a woman who has suffered ill-treatment and, in 2000, before it had been withdrawn from the market by the publishing house Planeta due to scandal, had sold more than 100,000 copies.

The suspects in this complex and scandalous scheme include Genoveva Casanova, the ex-wife of Cayetano Martínez de Irujo–son of the Duchess of Alba–who is now the wife of his [Vargas’s] son Gonzalo, who may have actively collaborated in The Dream of the Celt–the latest work of Vargas Llosa, who now lives in Madrid. There are a number of idiomatic expressions in the novel which originate in the Mexican neighborhood of El Dorado, an exclusive zone from which the young man hails. He was interrogated last Thursday by members of the committee who, every year, decide who receives the Nobel.

After several attempts to contact Vargas Llosa, now a Spanish national, this publication can confirm that the matter has been referred to a highly prestigious Madrid law firm, Stampa Braun, which several years ago defended the popular German pop duo Milli Vanilli, who were accused of fraud in 1990.

If the claims hold true and it is confirmed that Mario Vargas Llosa, the eternal aspirant to the Nobel, has cheated, he will automatically lose the prestigious prize, along with the million dollars he received with it. To date, there has never been a case like this one.

Translation mine.

As I said earlier, these charges have yet to be proven in court. But now that this matter is under investigation by the Swedish Nobel Academy (and the Swedish police), and further allegations have come out, it deserves to be taken seriously. Ironically (and comically), he’s using the same firm as Milli Vanilli–who were found guilty of lip-synching their music, and who lost their Grammy award for it. A bad omen?

In the meantime, the Dominican Republic has awarded Vargas Llosa honorary citizenship following the Nobel. It will be interesting to see what becomes of that, should these charges hold up.

For now, I give him the benefit of the doubt. Presumption of innocence until proven otherwise, etc. But I will say that damn, this is getting awfully weird.

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Cuckoo! Cuckoo!! Cuckoo!!!

Somebody please inform this false “prophet”, Cindy Jacobs, that when same-sex marriage became legal for our armed forces here in Canada (we have never had a DADT policy), and two Canadian military men got hitched on an Air Force base, there were NO mass bird deaths. Nada. Zippo. Zilch.

Mass kills in the animal world are due to environmental factors, such as pollution, contagion or harsh weather, not human sexuality. And considering that homosexuality is also common among other species, including birds, this “God is punishing the animals for teh hoomins’ ghey buttsecks” business is…well, just plain CUCKOO.

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Just another senseless crime?

I was in Arizona in 2003. It didn’t seem like a hateful place at the time.

I was more worried about not clearing security to get on the plane at Pearson Airport in Toronto, to be honest; it was less than two years after 9-11, and the atmosphere was one of raw suspicion. Would I be pegged as some kind of “subversive”, given my left-wing politics? Would I find out the hard way that I had been placed on a no-fly list? And were Canadians still being unfairly targeted, seeing how many people still had the mistaken impression that the hijackers had come in across our border?

Happily, my politics were never in question. And I was all clear of the dreaded no-fly list. All I had to do was answer, truthfully: Where are you going? Who are you staying with? Is this a business trip? And so on. Politics never entered the equation; I suspect they were more concerned about contraband than anything else. I made it through security without a hitch.

I should have relaxed then, but I was still nervous on the flight; I kept wondering if it would be blown up in the air, or if the plane would be shot down by the US Air Force. It was not an idle concern; somewhere over the mid-west, I saw a military jet rapidly circling at the same altitude as the Airbus I was in. It appeared to be circling around us, in fact. But it did not approach too closely, and after a minute or two, it was gone. We were safe.

Phoenix in January feels like Southern Ontario in late May; it was so warm out that I didn’t need my coat, even with the fleece lining zipped out of it. My hiking boots, which had felt chilly on my feet in frozen Toronto, were absurdly chunky all of a sudden. My best friend met me at the gate in short sleeves and khakis.

We drove to his place in a gated suburb in Glendale. The house backed onto Thunderbird Park, and the hillside behind it was dotted with prickly pears, saguaros and barrel cacti. At night, he said, the coyotes sometimes gathered there by the dozens for a yowling concert. There was a swimming pool, too, looking out on the hillside, and the corners of the fenced yard were guarded by ocotillo bushes which look like nothing but a bundle of dead, thorny sticks–that is, until you get up close and see the tiny green leaves clustered between the thorns. Hummingbirds would perch on the uppermost thorns of the ocotillos, apparently waiting for when the bushes would burst into red, tasselled bloom. I have never seen hummingbirds tinier–or more fearless–than those in Arizona.

I loved the park, and I loved the cacti, the ocotillos, the fierce little hummingbirds. I loved Sedona and Montezuma’s Well. I loved the eagle I saw sailing high over the pine woods near Flagstaff. The high desert environment agreed with me; every day was a good-hair day, a rare thing for one who grew up in the clammy climate of Southern Ontario, where the sticky air can turn naturally curly hair into an unmanageable pouf. Even though I hadn’t brought my neti pot along, and there was a visible brownish smog haze over the freeways, my sinuses remained clear. My rheumatism, a constant of life since my mid-teens, took a much needed holiday.

I liked Arizona just fine as a place. I could see why so many people went there for health reasons. I often wished, afterwards, that I could go back.

But I did not like Arizona as a state. The far-right politics, like the excessive suburban development, are out of joint with the delicate environment. They are also out of joint with basic humanity; impoverished migrants who risk their lives to cross rivers and deserts are treated like criminals, not the economic refugees they actually are. We did not see any “illegals” crossing into Arizona, since we were nowhere near the border.

But we did see a society subtly, pervasively, obsessed with keeping people out, as though that kept crime at bay. It didn’t; in the very same gated suburb where my friends lived, a neighbor had had the tires stolen off the SUV parked in his driveway; the vehicle was up on blocks. The neighbor actually had to stick a sign on it reading “THIS WAS THEFT!”

And yet they were squiffy about the strangest things, too: they had no law requiring motorcyclists to wear helmets, for instance. Considering the fast, heavy traffic on the Phoenix highways, this made no sense. One day we saw a big dude on a Harley–helmetless, of course–forced to dodge quickly across our lane when a car–probably driven by some idiot on a cellphone–pulled into the lane he was in. We had just been talking about the lack of helmet laws; my buddy told me how another friend, a pathologist in Ottawa, referred to motorcycles as “donorcycles” because the riders so often wound up on the slab in front of him with viable organs already harvested. Most of the donorcycle riders had stupidly neglected their helmets. “I bet he’s got skidmarks in his pants now,” my friend said, after that close call. We could have ended up in an accident too, had the biker’s reflexes been any slower. I was shaking; I had been hit by a car at 14, and did not want to see anyone else go through the same things I did.

But public safety takes a backseat to “freedom” in Arizona, apparently.

It takes a backseat in other ways, too. Gun laws there are lax and the gun-crime rates reflect this fact. You can carry a concealed semiautomatic pistol in Arizona, no problem.

But if you’re kind of brown and your surname is Spanish, watch out. You’ll be asked for your puppy papers. Never mind carrying a gun; you will have to justify your very presence on that dry, yellow-brown soil.

I did not feel good there about being fair-skinned, with a German surname. Slightly safer, yes, but in a guilty, embarrassed way. I do not like being a beneficiary of white privilege, any more than Mexicans like being victims of it; I prefer equal human rights to any form of privilege. Except for the brief, curt Homeland Security interrogation at Pearson Airport, I was never asked to show a single document, anywhere. What if I had overstayed my visit and decided on the spot to move, informally, to Arizona? That would have made me, by definition, an illegal immigrant. And my friends would have been guilty of harboring, too, by legal definition. But I bet no one would ever have stopped me, asking for papers. Since I don’t drive, they would probably never catch on. Maybe I’d even be able to buy a gun there; not that I ever would, mind you. I have a deep antipathy to the whole notion of packing. Ordinary people shouldn’t have to do it, as long as the law is doing its job.

But that’s just it: the law isn’t doing its job in Arizona. Second Amendment insanity reigns supreme there. Any attempt, however modest, to introduce sensible gun regulation, fails because the NRA sends in its flying monkeys at the first whiff of sanity in the air. So no one apparently bothers anymore. The intimidation is just so bad.

Meanwhile, gun crime just keeps on spiralling up and up.

And it’s gotten worse since the Teabagger Party has been making its loud, incoherent noises. It is surely no coincidence that they’ve stuck gunsights on all congressional districts where Democratic incumbents in favor of “Obamacare”–the very modest public-option healthcare reforms proposed by President Barack Obama–were up for re-election last year:

Rep. Gabrielle Giffords, of Tucson, Arizona, was one of those incumbents. Her name, as you can see, is fourth on the list above. And on Saturday, Rep. Giffords was shot in the head. Six others with her were killed, including a nine-year-old girl who’d just been elected to her school’s student council, and who had come out to meet her representative. A judge who had ruled in favor of undocumented immigrants was also among the dead.

But surely that’s all just a malign coincidence, eh? After all, the accused gunman is clearly deranged. There is nothing to be learned or inferred here. Never mind that the gunman himself referred to his premeditated crime as “my assassination”; his derangement is supposed to rule out all political motivations. We shouldn’t “politicize” this “senseless tragedy”.

Says who?

Says the Teabagger Party, of course. And a lot of others who are perhaps better intentioned than the teabags, but obviously not a whole lot brighter. Mourn and grieve, they all seem to be saying; make a big fuss about the carnage and the death, pile flowers and teddybears all over the blood-stained sidewalk, build a shrine to the dead there, but don’t you dare draw any lessons from it, you disrespectful vultures!

This situation is frankly ridiculous. When a politician is the target of an assassination attempt, and that attempt comes just as a new Congress is sworn in and about to sit on a healthcare-reform debate, what’s not to politicize? The gunman may be deranged, but that doesn’t rule out political motivations; derangement and politics, as the teabaggers have proved, are far from mutually exclusive. This guy is not John Hinckley; there is no famous actress he’s trying to impress. His political statements are weird and disjointed, probably due to mental illness, but there’s no question that they have a general right-wing tenor. You’d find the same paranoid politics, minus the more obvious clinical signs of schizophrenia, just about anywhere the teabaggers are active.

And they are very active in Tucson. As the sheriff himself says, Arizona has become a hotbed for such political lunacy.

This is why I’m glad I wasn’t tempted to stay in Arizona beyond my allotted couple of weeks. I’m allergic to the politics of derangement. You see, we Canadians had this same debate more than twenty years ago. But our national character is different. So are our constitution and our charter of rights and freedoms. We resolved the matter promptly and in the interests of public safety, not the illusion of “freedom” as sold by the gun lobby.

And we were not deterred by bleatings for “respect” which took the form of leaving politics out of it. The Montréal Massacre was, like its Tucson counterpart, the doing of a deranged young gunman. Marc Lépine’s suicide note was rambling and semi-coherent at best. But as with Tucson, there was no question that the whole act was political in nature. After all, the fourteen dead were exclusively female. And he had singled them out on the pretext that they, most of them engineering students, were “feminists”–which, to him, meant women intruding upon an exclusively male world. That same rambling, semi-coherent suicide note was explicitly political.

It was widely acknowledged, as well, that easy access to guns had contributed to this tragedy and a number of other school shootings in Canada. Even the pro-gun crowd could not deny that Marc Lépine would never have killed so many women had he come armed with only a knife. The semiautomatic assault rifle he carried that day was among the weapons permanently banned, and other guns–long and short–became subject to stricter regulation, including registration for all legally owned firearms. Gun crime rates have been dropping steadily and dramatically here ever since.

And just think, this drop in crime would never have happened if a couple of women–Heidi Rathjen and Wendy Cukier–had not “politicized” the “senseless tragedy” over the objections of the prim-and-proper do-nothing crowd. They formed a coalition for gun control, lobbied for stricter firearms legislation, and got it. And the public overwhelmingly supported them, too. Gun control is popular here, for the simple reason that Canadians value a freedom our cross-border cousins seem to have grossly underrated: freedom from crime and fear.

It’s not that we don’t dread criminals and terrorists here; we do. But we do so at a rational, normal level. We’re not in a constant state of high anxiety, like many people south of the border. We don’t think ordinary citizens should have to pack guns in order to keep society safe; that’s the police’s job. And the police, at least, carry theirs where they can be seen, in holsters. That’s as it should be, and no one, myself included, objects to it.

Even after 9-11, our way has worked well for us. And certain US friends of ours appreciate the fact; Michael Moore being the most obvious one. Bowling for Columbine makes the case that the culture in the United States is tainted by paranoia, and that if people could get over that, pass sensible gun laws, and learn to look after each other better, as Canadians do, it would make a world of difference, for peace and prosperity both.

So far, Michael Moore’s calls have gone sadly unheeded. Since that movie came out, massacre after massacre has rocked the United States. All have been perpetrated by people with guns. I’ve lost count of them all. That’s not right; these things should be so rare that you could only count them on one hand, or better still, none.

So why do these massacres keep happening? Simple: It’s the toxic political culture, stupid.

Violent rhetoric fuels insanity. Is it unreasonable to suggest that this time, it pushed an already unstable youngster over the edge? I don’t think so, and neither do a great many others.

And yet, each and every time the opportunity for a real debate on gun control comes up, so do the hordes of NRA flying monkeys, flapping and shrieking and stifling the voices of reason with hysteria, intimidation and even death threats. Teabaggers have carried guns to town-hall meetings with the explicit intent to threaten anyone who got in their way. And they carried ugly, insinuating placards to anti-government rallies:

Does anyone dare to chance a “next time”, under such circumstances? Freedom of speech and peaceful assembly are thus effectively squelched; the First Amendment is drowned out by the machine-gun roar of the Second.

And yet, I dare to hope that maybe this time, the sane will prevail, and refuse to be intimidated. Many of my US friends agree. There’s no sense going through naked scanners and patdowns at airports, or surrendering all sharp objects and bottles of liquid, if the matter of gun control is never addressed. Guns will remain the home-grown terrorists’ and assassins’ weapons of choice. We Canadians do not feel less free for having gun controls in place; on the contrary, we are more so. Terrorism is extremely rare up here, as is assassination. And in the face of pressures from the south to liberalize in the wrong direction, we resist. We do not allow ourselves to be manipulated or cowed by phantom menaces, much less the real one presented by the NRA.

Freedom from fear is an underrated thing, but maybe, just maybe, it will finally catch on in the Land of the Free and the Home of the Brave. But it will never do so unless some free, brave thinkers take courage in hand at last, as we did. And for that, the people will for once have to politicize a “senseless” tragedy, make sense of it, and unite to put that sense into legal action. It will never get done any other way.

PS: Go. Now. To Orwell’s Bastard. I command you.

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Quotable: Juan Cole on the Tucson Massacre

“Jared Lee Loughner, the assassin of Federal judge John M. Roll and five others and attempted assassin of Rep. Gabrielle Giffords (D-AZ), was clearly mentally unstable. But the political themes of his instability were those of the American far Right. Loughner was acting politically even if he is not all there. He is said to have called out the names of his victims, such as Roll and Gifford, as he fired. As usual, when white people do these things, the mass media doesn’t call it terrorism.”

–Juan Cole, “White Terrorism”

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Mario Vargas Llosa, plagiarist?

Oh my, how potentially embarrassing. And just as he’s won the Nobel lit-prize, too:

A writer has accused Mario Vargas Llosa of having plagiarized his 1978 book, The Death of the Goat, in his recent work, The Feast of the Goat.

The Peruvian Nobel laureate admitted to having been “inspired” by the earlier book, but claims that “to say I plagiarized would require a dialectical leap. Plagiarism has criminal connotations.”

But Bernard Diederich, a former correspondent for Time magazine in Central America and the Caribbean, says that “Vargas Llosa plagiarized parts of my book, without giving me the credit”. The author, whose nationality is not given, said that his book was the first work to explain in detail the conspiracy which ended with the death of the Dominican dictator, Rafael Leónidas Trujillo, in 1961.

“Vargas Llosa didn’t just copy elements of my book, but also an error,” Diederich says. “I will reveal it in court.”

A comparison of some paragraphs shows certain similarities. Vargas Llosa denies that they are the results of plagiarism. However, he does admit that his book was in part inspired by that of Diederich: “His book was, for me, a very rich source of information. It’s a magnificent work, but too little read.”

Translation mine. Linkage added.

Here’s a more scholarly look at the Vargas Llosa book in question. There are some quotes in Spanish which go untranslated; here’s the first. It’s Vargas Llosa talking about his writing process:

I was in the Dominican Republic [in 1975] for about eight months and heard a great many anecdotes on a topic which seemed inevitable in all the conversations of Dominicans: the Trujillo era. I also read some books on this personage, about the conspiracy that ended with him, about the vertiginous repression. And out of all that, what impressed me most was the conduct of personages like the general, Roman, important conspirators who caused the conspiracy to fail. Why did it fail? Because the principal conspirators were paralyzed by what they had done…Trujillo was still with them, alive even though his corpse was there.

So Vargas Llosa acknowledges reading “some books”, although he doesn’t say which ones. It’s very likely that Diederich’s work was among them, since it would have been directly relevant to his research, and it was the most important journalistic one on the subject of Rafael Trujillo.

As yet, nothing has been proved, and since I don’t have a copy of either book, I can’t say for certain whether I think this really is plagiarism or not. I will say, however, that I can hardly wait to see how this pans out in court. At the very least, maybe Diederich’s book will finally get the wider audience that even Vargas Llosa admits it deserves. If the similarity of the titles is anything to go by, this could get quite interesting.

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Music for a Sunday: And nevermore desire them

“I’m speaking to the Justice League of America.
The U S of A,
Hey you,
Yes you in particular!
When it comes to the judgement day and you’re standing at the gates with your weaponry,
You dead go down on one knee,
Clasp your hands in prayer and start quoting me,
‘Cos we say…
Our father we’ve managed to contain the epidemic in one place, now,
Let’s hope they shoot themselves instead of others,
Help to civilize the race now.
We’ve trapped the cause of the plague,
In the land of the free and the home of the brave.
If we listen quietly we can hear them shooting from grave to grave.”

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Heroes for Today: Sheriff Clarence Dupnik

He’s the sheriff for Pima County, where Tucson is located, and where today’s horrible mass shooting took place. Here he is in April of last year, denouncing the racist immigration law of the state. A voice for sanity in the right-wing madhouse that once was Arizona. Stay safe, good sir. And keep speaking out against this lunacy.

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