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The five rules of concealed carry have been floating around for awhile, though I’m not sure where they originated. Xavier, author of one of the best gun blogs going, Xavier Thoughts, refined them to the following. Along with Jeff Cooper’s four rules of gun safety, these are going to be what I’m living by when it comes to concealed carry.

1. Your concealed handgun is for protection of life only.

Draw your concealed firearm solely in preparation to protect yourself or an innocent third party from the wrongful and life threatening criminal actions of another. A CCW license does not give you any greater rights or responsibilities than any other citizen. It merely provides you with the means of legally carrying a firearm to protect your own life or the lives of others.

2. Know exactly when you can use your gun.

A criminal adversary must have, or reasonably appear to have:

a. the ability to inflict serious bodily injury (he is armed, reasonably appears to be armed with a deadly weapon, or a considerable disparity of force exists),

b. the opportunity to inflict serious bodily harm (he is physically positioned to harm you), and

c. his intent (hostile actions or words) indicates that he means to place you in jeopardy — to do you serious or fatal physical harm.

When all three of these “attack potential” elements are in place simultaneously, then you are facing a reasonably perceived deadly threat that can justify an emergency deadly force response.

3. If you can run away — RUN!

Just because you are armed does not necessarily mean you must confront a bad guy at gunpoint. Develop your “situation awareness” skills so you can be alert to detect and avoid trouble altogether. Keep in mind that if you successfully evade a potential confrontation, the single negative consequence involved might be your bruised ego, which should heal with mature rationalization. By contrast, if you force a confrontation you risk the possibility of you or a family member being killed or suffering lifelong crippling/disfiguring physical injury, criminal liability and/or financial ruin from a civil lawsuit. Flee if you can, fight only as a last resort.

4. Display your CCW, be prepared to go to jail.

You should expect to be arrested by police at gunpoint, and be charged with a crime anytime your concealed handgun is seen by another citizen in public, regardless of how unintentional, innocent or justified the situation might seem. Choose a method of carry that keeps your gun reliably hidden from public view at all times.

You have no control over how a stranger will react to seeing (or learning about) your concealed handgun. He or she might become alarmed and report you to police as a “man or woman with a gun.” Depending on his or her feelings about firearms, this person might be willing to maliciously embellish his or her story in an attempt to have your gun seized by police or to get you arrested. An alarmed citizen who reports a “man with a gun” is going to be more credible to police than you when you are stopped because you match the suspect’s description, and you are found to have a concealed handgun in your possession. Under these circumstances, you have been accused, apprehended, and are in a defensive position. If you must draw your gun, make certain you are the first to notify police.

Before you deliberately expose your gun in public, ask yourself: “Is this worth going to jail for?” The only time this question should warrant a “yes” response is when an adversary has at least, both ability and intent, and is actively seeking the opportunity to do you great harm.

5. Don’t let your emotions get the best of you.

Develop and practice self control. If, despite your best efforts to the contrary, you do get into some kind of heated dispute with another person while you are armed, never mention, imply or exhibit your gun for the purpose of intimidation or one-upmanship. You will simply make a bad situation worse — for yourself. You can carry a gun, or you can have a temper. You may even do both for a while, but it will not last very long.

Since we’re starting from the beginning, I thought I’d post Jeff Cooper’s safety rules. I’m of the opinion that these four rules are as elegant as anything ever written, evidence of that being that you can’t actually hurt anyone or cause property damage if you break just one of the rules. You have to break at least two at the same time, and most negligent discharges occur because the shooter is breaking three, or even all four.

The following are excerpted from The Modern Technique of the Pistol, by Greg Morrison and Jeff Cooper; I got them from here.

RULE I: ALL GUNS ARE ALWAYS LOADED

There are no exceptions. Do not pretend that this is true. Some people and organizations take this rule and weaken it; e.g. “Treat all guns as if they were loaded.” Unfortunately, the “as if” compromises the directness of the statement by implying that they are unloaded, but we will treat them as though they are loaded. No good! Safety rules must be worded forcefully so that they are never treated lightly or reduced to partial compliance.

All guns are always loaded — period!

This must be your mind-set. If someone hands you a firearm and says, “Don’t worry, it’s not loaded,” you do not dare believe him. You need not be impolite, but check it yourself. Remember, there are no accidents, only negligent acts. Check it. Do not let yourself fall prey to a situation where you might feel compelled to squeal, “I didn’t know it was loaded!”

RULE II: NEVER LET THE MUZZLE COVER ANYTHING YOU ARE NOT WILLING TO DESTROY

Conspicuously and continuously violated, especially with pistols, Rule II applies whether you are involved in range practice, daily carry, or examination. If the weapon is assembled and in someone’s hands, it is capable of being discharged. A firearm holstered properly, lying on a table, or placed in a scabbard is of no danger to anyone. Only when handled is there a need for concern. This rule applies to fighting as well as to daily handling. If you are not willing to take a human life, do not cover a person with the muzzle. This rule also applies to your own person. Do not allow the muzzle to cover your extremities, e.g. using both hands to reholster the pistol. This practice is unsound, both procedurally and tactically. You may need a free hand for something important. Proper holster design should provide for one-handed holstering, so avoid holsters which collapse after withdrawing the pistol. (Note: It is dangerous to push the muzzle against the inside edge of the holster nearest the body to “open” it since this results in your pointing the pistol at your midsection.) Dry-practice in the home is a worthwhile habit and it will result in more deeply programmed reflexes. Most of the reflexes involved in the Modern Technique do not require that a shot be fired. Particular procedures for dry-firing in the home will be covered later. Let it suffice for now that you do not dry-fire using a “target” that you wish not to see destroyed. (Recall RULE I as well.)

Rule III: KEEP YOUR FINGER OFF THE TRIGGER UNTIL YOUR SIGHTS ARE ON THE TARGET

Rule III is violated most anytime the uneducated person handles a firearm. Whether on TV, in the theaters, or at the range, people seem fascinated with having their finger on the trigger. Never stand or walk around with your finger on the trigger. It is unprofessional, dangerous, and, perhaps most damaging to the psyche, it is klutzy looking. Never fire a shot unless the sights are superimposed on the target and you have made a conscious decision to fire. Firing an unaligned pistol in a fight gains nothing. If you believe that the defensive pistol is only an intimidation tool — not something to be used — carry blanks, or better yet, reevaluate having one around. If you are going to launch a projectile, it had best be directed purposely. Danger abounds if you allow your finger to dawdle inside the trigger guard. As soon as the sights leave the target, the trigger-finger leaves the trigger and straightens alongside the frame. Since the hand normally prefers to work as a unit — as in grasping — separating the function of the trigger-finger from the rest of the hand takes effort. The five-finger grasp is a deeply programmed reflex. Under sufficient stress, and with the finger already placed on the trigger, an unexpected movement, misstep or surprise could result in a negligent discharge. Speed cannot be gained from such a premature placement of the trigger-finger. Bringing the sights to bear on the target, whether from the holster or the Guard Position, takes more time than that required for moving the trigger finger an inch or so to the trigger.

RULE IV: BE SURE OF YOUR TARGET

Know what it is, what is in line with it, and what is behind it. Never shoot at anything you have not positively identified. Be aware of your surroundings, whether on the range or in a fight. Do not assume anything. Know what you are doing.

SUMMARY:

Make these rules a part of your character. Never compromise them. Improper gunhandling results from ignorance and improper role modeling, such as handling your gun like your favorite actor does. Education can cure this. You can make a difference by following these gunhandling rules and insisting that those around you do the same. Set the example. Who knows what tragedies you, or someone you influence, may prevent?

Update: 1st Lt L Diablo reminds us in the comments that Rule IV is usually, and properly, given as “know your target and beyond,” as you are responsible for any bullet you fire until it comes to rest.

New goal, blog update

I’ve started posting more about guns over the last few months, and that’s a trend that’s probably going to continue. As I’m learning more about concealed carry and self defense with firearms, I’m learning exactly how much I don’t know. Though I’ll still post about other stuff, I think the firearms and self defense posts are going to increase sharply. I’m not entirely sure what that means yet, but that’s going to be part of the project.

I just added the following to the about page, which will maybe make things a little clearer.

I’ve been around guns most of my life, but until recently only used them for plinking or keeping on the bedside table for home defense. However, as I’ve gotten older and started a family, I’ve been thinking more and more about the human right to self defense, and what that means.

As such, I’ve got a new goal: to become competent with firearms for self defense. Not an expert, not a gunfighter, just competent. I don’t have the thousands of dollars lying around to attend classes at Gunsite, but I do have a public library where I can request books on firearms and self defense. I have also lucked upon a fairly good archive of firearms videos. And I live near a free shooting area in a national forest.

To start, I’ll try to achieve my goal by:

  • Shooting no less than once every other week, even if my budget only allows me to fire a hundred rounds.
  • Performing dry-firing exercises, including the practice of drawing from my concealed carry holster, at least once every other day.
  • Carrying everywhere that I’m legally allowed, or that will not lose me my day job.
  • Doing all of the above with exact attention Jeff Cooper’s four rules of firearms safety and Xavier’s five rules of concealed carry.
  • Studying everything I can get my hands on to expand my knowledge.
  • Learning the 1911 platform.

That last one’s a little involved, if the least important of the items. I have a Springfield GI 1911-A1 that I’ve been tinkering with. I love shooting it, but it’s not as a reliable as my Glock or my Ruger GP100, and it suffers from some deficiencies. The Springfield will become my carry gun when I’m able to do the work necessary to make the improvements it needs, to maintain it, and to be able to detail strip and reassemble the goddamn thing without cursing.

These seem to me like pretty modest goals, but we’ll see. I assume they’ll evolve as I learn. I’m a fairly new to most of this stuff, so I hope that no one will take anything written here as anything but the jotting down of ideas.

We’ll see how this goes. Those established gun nuts among you are going to probably read a lot of stuff you already know. Hell, I’m probably going to write a lot of stuff I already know. But just scratching the surface of this over the last couple of weeks, I’m realizing that much of what I thought I knew is dead wrong, and part of what I want to do is start from the beginning.

Gun racism

Gun Racism
Gun nuts have gotten a rap for being racist, and it’s not a rap I’d entirely dispute.  There’s definitely a fair amount of bigotry on display at gun shows.  Though, I’d argue, no more than in the population at large – it’s just that most of the folks who attend gun shows lack much interest in trying to veil their bigotry in euphemism.
That said, what about anti-gun nuts?  Reason I bring the question up is that this blurb from the Violence Policy Center in a study entitled “Black Homicide Victimization in the United States” has been making the rounds:
http://www.vpc.org/studies/blackhomicide10.pdf
Blacks in the United States are disproportionately affected by homicide. For the year 2007, blacks represented 13 percent of the nation’s population, yet accounted for 49 percent of all homicide victims.
As noted at the beginning of this study, the devastation homicide inflicts on black teens and adults is a national crisis, yet it is all too often ignored outside of affected communities.
For blacks, like all victims of homicide, guns — usually handguns — are far and away the number one murder tool. Successful efforts to reduce America’s black homicide toll must put a focus on reducing access to firearms.
Now, my interest in firearms is fairly simple.  I believe that everybody has a human right to self defense, and that includes the right to defend one’s self no matter who the aggressor is.  Every state on the planet claims – or would like to claim – a monopoly on violence, but every human on the planet has the right to defend themselves against violence, even – or especially – when it is visited upon them by the state.  That includes Black Panthers and the American Indian Movement defending themselves against state violence, just as much as it includes Zapatistas defending themselves against Mexican violence, just as much as it includes individual citizens defending themselves or their loved ones against criminal violence.
I don’t think that’s a radical proposition.  And given the endless propensity for violence on display in the human race, I don’t find it unreasonable for one to have the means and ability to defend themselves and loved ones on hand.  Not everybody knows someone who has been murdered, but everybody knows somebody who has been raped.  And almost everybody knows somebody who has been brutalized because they were in the wrong place at the wrong time.  Or because they looked or acted differently from their attackers.  Or because they got in the middle of a situation they shouldn’t have.  Or just because their attacker was bigger and stronger than them, or thought they had the right to be brutal because they were given some kind of state sanction.
To put it another way, I don’t personally know anyone whose house has burned down, but I make sure the smoke detectors work, that I have a fire extinguisher handy in the kitchen, and that my upstairs bedroom has a fire ladder.  By the same token, I know a couple of people who’ve been murdered, and more than I can count who’ve been raped and/or beaten into a pulp for no good reason whatsoever.  So I keep the means to defend myself and my loved ones around.  That doesn’t like rocket science to me.
Which brings me back to my question.  How the hell is it not racist to “put a focus on reducing access to firearms” by blacks?  To remove, in other words, the only means of self defense against an entire segment of the population based solely on race?
And why?  What does it mean to restrict firearms to a group based on race?
Here’s an answer, in the form of a video produced by Jews for the Preservation of Firearms Ownership, an organization that I have lots and lots of philosophical differences with, but one very large commonality.

Gun nuts have gotten a rap for being racist, and it’s not a rap I’d entirely dispute. There’s definitely a fair amount of bigotry on display at gun shows. Though, I’d argue, no more than in the population at large — it’s just that most of the folks who attend gun shows lack much interest in trying to veil their bigotry in euphemism.

That said, what about anti-gun nuts? Reason I bring the question up is that this blurb from the Violence Policy Center in a study entitled “Black Homicide Victimization in the United States” has been making the rounds:

Blacks in the United States are disproportionately affected by homicide. For the year 2007, blacks represented 13 percent of the nation’s population, yet accounted for 49 percent of all homicide victims.

As noted at the beginning of this study, the devastation homicide inflicts on black teens and adults is a national crisis, yet it is all too often ignored outside of affected communities.

For blacks, like all victims of homicide, guns — usually handguns — are far and away the number one murder tool. Successful efforts to reduce America’s black homicide toll must put a focus on reducing access to firearms.

Now, my interest in firearms is fairly simple. Everybody has a human right to self defense, and that includes the right to defend one’s self no matter who the aggressor is. Every state on the planet claims — or would like to claim — a monopoly on violence, but every person on the planet has the human right to defend themselves against violence. That includes Black Panthers and the American Indian Movement defending themselves against state violence, just as much as it includes Zapatistas defending themselves against Mexican violence, just as much as it includes individual citizens defending themselves or their loved ones against criminal violence.

I don’t think that’s a radical proposition. And given the endless propensity for violence on display in the human race, I don’t find it unreasonable for one to have the means and ability to defend themselves and loved ones on hand. Not everybody knows someone who has been murdered, but everybody knows somebody who has been raped. And almost everybody knows somebody who has been brutalized because they were in the wrong place at the wrong time. Or because they looked or acted differently from their attackers. Or because they got in the middle of a situation they shouldn’t have. Or just because their attacker was bigger and stronger than them, or thought they had the right to be brutal because they were given some kind of state sanction.

To put it another way, I don’t personally know anyone whose house has burned down, but I make sure the smoke detectors work, that I have a fire extinguisher handy in the kitchen, and that my upstairs bedroom has a fire ladder. By the same token, I know a couple of people who’ve been murdered, and more than I can count who’ve been raped and/or beaten into a pulp for no good reason whatsoever. So I keep the means to defend myself and my loved ones around. That doesn’t like rocket science to me.

Which brings me back to my question. How the hell is it not racist to “put a focus on reducing access to firearms” by blacks? To remove, in other words, the only means of self defense against an entire segment of the population based solely on race? Especially one that is, as the study says, is disproportionately affected by violence.

Here’s an answer, in the form of a video produced by Jews for the Preservation of Firearms Ownership, an organization that I probably have lots and lots of philosophical differences with, but also one very large commonality.

Part one:


Part two:


PM Press

I’ve now got an author page up over at PM Press. I think there’s a way to do some blogging over there, or cross blog, or something. Which I’ll probably do. And, when it gets that time, they’ll probably keep better track of events than I will.

Shit, I have no idea how anything works, as I’m learning.

Sam Baker

I’ve alluded to this before, but I’m obsessed with Sam Baker now.  Flat-out obsessed. Here’s the tip of the iceberg:

Sam Baker did die, almost, while traveling in Peru in 1986. He had just boarded a four-car train to Machu Picchu and began chatting with a family of German tourists when the passenger car exploded as it sat in the Cuzco station. A terrorist had placed a bomb, in a red backpack, above Baker’s head in the storage compartment.

The explosion ripped a hole in the roof of the passenger car. There was blood, smoke, shrapnel. Seven people died — including the German family and their blue-eyed teenage boy sitting directly beside him. Baker was thrown upside down by the blast. The bomb blew off the top of his shoulder, maimed his arms and hands, bruised his brain, severed the femoral artery in his left leg. After Peruvian doctors sutured his contaminated wounds, Baker developed gangrene and was sent to a hospital in Lima.

“Really, I should have died in Peru. I should have died in the train. I should have died on the operating table,” says Baker, his voice soft, reflective. “I would lie there in that hospital in Lima and really smell myself dying. The infection was giant. And it stunk. It smelled like rotted chicken.”

Eventually, Baker and a second injured passenger from the Cuzco blast — a little girl named Monica — were flown out of Peru on an emergency U.S. military airlift. Baker remembers Monica fell into a coma and “coded out” shortly after they took off. He remembers a feeling of stress and urgency and exhaustion all around him. And yet …

“It wasn’t stressful to me because I was dying anyway. I wasn’t in pain, really. I was in this gauzy place. The infection at that time was so wild, I was past the point where stress matters. If someone killed me I was mostly there anyway.”

Baker spent the next several weeks in San Antonio and Houston, undergoing painful debridement procedures in which doctors cut away the dead tissue around shrapnel. After the wounds healed, he spent the next three years in recovery — learning how to use his body again, learning how to use his brain again.

“When I got hit in South America, I was a white-water boatman and a carpenter. I was certainly not a hedonist, but more ‘of this world.’ There were rivers. There were mountains. There were things to build. And they were right there before me. The wind blew and I blew with it,” says Baker, a native Texan, raised in Itasca. “After that, those doors were closed, those windows shut, and I couldn’t walk for a long time. I couldn’t hear. And there for a long time I couldn’t remember words. I’d had a subdural hematoma. So I couldn’t remember the words for ‘fork,’ or ‘knife.’ I would have to say, ‘That thing you eat with.’

“I think this started an inward journey for me. My body seemed so unfamiliar. Once my hands were blown up and my leg was all blown up, I guess I didn’t know myself. And that is such an internal thing, to re-learn who I was: what my hands were made for, what my legs could do.”

Baker’s inward journey led him deeper into reflection, deeper into art. He wrote as a form of therapy, found familiar comfort in music. He took up photography. Art allowed his spirit to wander when his body couldn’t tolerate trips of the physical kind. Yet when he moved to Austin in the early 1990s, Baker didn’t come to work the clubs. He went to work in a bank.

For the longest time, Baker couldn’t see music as a vocation. His singing voice lacked range, he knew that. The bomb blast had left him deaf in his left ear and with chronic tinnitus in his right ear. Baker’s left hand was so badly shattered that he had to re-string his guitars and teach himself how to fret with his right hand.

But in 2002, at age 47, he played his first open-mike night at the Cactus Cafe — and he began to accept, at last, that the authenticity of the song was more important than the range of his voice.

The rest.

Sam Baker did die, almost, while traveling in Peru in 1986. He had just boarded a four-car train to Machu Picchu and began chatting with a family of German tourists when the passenger car exploded as it sat in the Cuzco station. A terrorist had placed a bomb, in a red backpack, above Baker’s head in the storage compartment.
The explosion ripped a hole in the roof of the passenger car. There was blood, smoke, shrapnel. Seven people died — including the German family and their blue-eyed teenage boy sitting directly beside him. Baker was thrown upside down by the blast. The bomb blew off the top of his shoulder, maimed his arms and hands, bruised his brain, severed the femoral artery in his left leg. After Peruvian doctors sutured his contaminated wounds, Baker developed gangrene and was sent to a hospital in Lima.
“Really, I should have died in Peru. I should have died in the train. I should have died on the operating table,” says Baker, his voice soft, reflective. “I would lie there in that hospital in Lima and really smell myself dying. The infection was giant. And it stunk. It smelled like rotted chicken.”
Eventually, Baker and a second injured passenger from the Cuzco blast — a little girl named Monica — were flown out of Peru on an emergency U.S. military airlift. Baker remembers Monica fell into a coma and “coded out” shortly after they took off. He remembers a feeling of stress and urgency and exhaustion all around him. And yet …
“It wasn’t stressful to me because I was dying anyway. I wasn’t in pain, really. I was in this gauzy place. The infection at that time was so wild, I was past the point where stress matters. If someone killed me I was mostly there anyway.”
Baker spent the next several weeks in San Antonio and Houston, undergoing painful debridement procedures in which doctors cut away the dead tissue around shrapnel. After the wounds healed, he spent the next three years in recovery — learning how to use his body again, learning how to use his brain again.
“When I got hit in South America, I was a white-water boatman and a carpenter. I was certainly not a hedonist, but more ‘of this world.’ There were rivers. There were mountains. There were things to build. And they were right there before me. The wind blew and I blew with it,” says Baker, a native Texan, raised in Itasca. “After that, those doors were closed, those windows shut, and I couldn’t walk for a long time. I couldn’t hear. And there for a long time I couldn’t remember words. I’d had a subdural hematoma. So I couldn’t remember the words for ‘fork,’ or ‘knife.’ I would have to say, ‘That thing you eat with.’
“I think this started an inward journey for me. My body seemed so unfamiliar. Once my hands were blown up and my leg was all blown up, I guess I didn’t know myself. And that is such an internal thing, to re-learn who I was: what my hands were made for, what my legs could do.”
Baker’s inward journey led him deeper into reflection, deeper into art. He wrote as a form of therapy, found familiar comfort in music. He took up photography. Art allowed his spirit to wander when his body couldn’t tolerate trips of the physical kind. Yet when he moved to Austin in the early 1990s, Baker didn’t come to work the clubs. He went to work in a bank.
For the longest time, Baker couldn’t see music as a vocation. His singing voice lacked range, he knew that. The bomb blast had left him deaf in his left ear and with chronic tinnitus in his right ear. Baker’s left hand was so badly shattered that he had to re-string his guitars and teach himself how to fret with his right hand.
But in 2002, at age 47, he played his first open-mike night at the Cactus Cafe — and he began to accept, at last, that the authenticity of the song was more important than the range of his voice.

And here’s a song he wrote about getting blown up:


The gospel singer

I just learned that Lydia Lunch, Sadie Mae, and Kim Gordon had a short-lived side project in the 1980s called Harry Crews. Which included:


Oh what a slaughter

(Looks like I’m no longer writing reviews for INDenverTimes, as the book editor I was going through is no longer with the paper. So, following is the last review I had written and ready to send. Recalling that the INDenverTimes was once the Rocky Mountain News, you’ll probably get exactly where I was going with this.)

Larry McMurtry’s Oh, What a Slaughter: Massacres in the American West: 1846-1890 is an odd little book.  Weighing in at 192 pages, it’s reminiscent of the gift books that line the shelves of big box bookstores — books for people who don’t really like books — only aimed at the aspiring comparative genocide scholar as opposed to the amateur cocktail mixologist or political humorist.  It is exactly what its size and title suggest: a brief overview of six massacres tied together by a couple of common themes, including one that should be fairly recognizable in our own era:

President George W. Bush has recently revived the doctrine of the preemptive strike, a doctrine far from new in military or quasi-military practice. Most of the massacres I want to consider were thought by their perpetrators to be preemptive strikes, justified by the claim that the attacks were punishment for past harassments by the native tribes.

It’s not the first time that point has been made, not even for the massacres McMurtry describes.  In his criminally neglected Sand Creek and the Rhetoric of Extermination, David Svaldi pursues the same thread, detailing the campaign by territorial governor John Evans and Rocky Mountain News founder William Byers to drum up an extermination campaign against the local Cheyenne and Arapahoe Indians.  Byers lead the charge with editorials entitled “Exterminate Them!” and the like, and between the two of them, they managed to work the Denver public into a frenzy with conspiracy theories of a pan-Indian uprising.  By the time all was said and done, the Third Colorado Volunteer Cavalry Regiment had butchered hundreds of peaceful Cheyenne and Arapahoe Indians at Sand Creek, and then returned to Denver, their saddle pommels, hats, and weapons adorned with the trophies they’d taken from the Indians – trophies that included scalps, hacked up genitalia, and at least one fetus.  These trophies were displayed to an adoring Denver public in a parade, a tour of the local saloons, and at Denver’s premiere opera house, The Apollo Theater.

It’s one hell of a story, and, as laid out by David Svaldi, a case study in the application of carefully coordinated hysteria in the service of genocide.  In McMurtry’s hands, however, it’s barely even interesting.  From the first paragraph of his closing remarks in the section on the Sand Creek Massacre:

I am not sure that Sand Creek admits of any conclusion.  Two peoples with widely differing cultures were rubbing against each other, constantly and insistently.  The Indians were trying to defend their cherished way of life, the whites to make that way of life vanish so they could go on with their settling, farming, townbuilding, etc.

That seems anemic, to put it mildly, as if McMurtry just ran out of steam somewhere along the way. Likewise, his choice to close the section with a comparison of the Sand Creek massacre to the mutilation visited upon Captain William Fetterman’s men at Fort Kearney by Lakota and Cheyenne warriors is disappointing.  Besides corpse mutilation, the two events have nothing in common, the most glaring difference being that all of Fettermen’s men were soldiers – soldiers who had, not incidentally, attacked the warriors who ended up decimating them— not the women, children, and elders overwhelmingly representing the victims of the Sand Creek Massacre.

I’m probably not being entirely fair to Oh What a Slaughter by reading too closely, however.  Nor by measuring it against the likes of Svaldi’s book.  I’m a long-time fan of McMurtry’s, but as a fan, I’ve noticed that some of his works are better considered as, say, conversations, or diversions.  This one definitely falls into that category.  It is a slight thing, not always as considered as it could be, but it is also erudite and entertaining — at least for those of us who are entertained by massacre.  And if Hollywood is any indication, that’s a number that includes most of us.

The Deer Hunter

By Dave MacDowell, pilfered from who killed bambi? Maybe you have to have read H. Bruce Franklin’s Vietnam and Other American Fantasies to think it’s as funny as I do.

Deer_Huntersmall

That’s what’s on my summer to do list.


On the beat

The West Denver Copwatch Police Database has added information about three more police officers. I really like this project, and I’m gonna be interested to see how the police react.  Nothing West Denver Copwatch is posting is personal to the police officers. There are no home addresses or anything like that. It’s all public record: name, badge number, squad car license number, phone number, and email address. Sometimes, training information.

But that doesn’t mean the police are gonna like it very much. Even though they certainly like to keep track of Denver’s citizens.

PM Press terrorists

Just caught this from a PM Press Facebook post: it looks like one of their authors, Gabriel Kuhnhas made the United States’ No Fly List.

Sometimes you experience the ultimate anti-climax. With three PM Press books released these months, I had been planning for about a year to come for an extended speaking tour to North America this spring. A couple of months ago, I started planning this more concretely. The anarchist bookfairs in San Francisco, New York, and Montreal provided general reference points, and I got in touch with many wonderful people who helped schedule events in twenty US states and two Canadian provinces. I was also looking forward to the trip on a personal level: I have been traveling to the US regularly since I was nine years old, did part of my schooling there, and meant to visit many dear friends. Admittedly, I was worried about immigration, as I’ve had problems before – one reason why I haven’t visited in five years – but I figured I’ll come well prepared. Little did I know that the recently introduced Electronic System for Travel Authorization (ESTA) would make it impossible for someone matching an entry on the US government’s No Fly List (also known as the Terrorist Watch List) to even board a plane. I considered the process a mere formality, and it actually took me a week to check the outcome of my application. So when the words “Travel Not Authorized” appeared on my computer screen, I instantly thought of a mistake. Certainly I must have missed a letter or digit in my application form. I checked the records. I hadn’t missed anything. Nonetheless, I applied again. It only took a few hours to receive another rejection.

Hope and change. Glad to know the geniuses at the FBI are on the ball making sure nobody gets any terrorist “thoughts” or anything.

Update: From the FBI FAQ:

What prevents the TSC from violating the civil liberties of Americans?
The TSC only receives information collected by other government entities with pre-existing authority to do so. Each agency that contributes data to the TSC must comply with legislation, as well as its own policies and procedures to protect privacy rights and civil liberties. The handling and use of information, including information about U.S. citizens and legal immigrants, is governed by the same statutory, regulatory, and constitutional requirements as if the information was not to be included in a TSC managed database.

What prevents the TSC from violating the civil liberties of Americans?

The TSC only receives information collected by other government entities with pre-existing authority to do so. Each agency that contributes data to the TSC must comply with legislation, as well as its own policies and procedures to protect privacy rights and civil liberties. The handling and use of information, including information about U.S. citizens and legal immigrants, is governed by the same statutory, regulatory, and constitutional requirements as if the information was not to be included in a TSC managed database.

Clear?

Grinning a flashback grin

Just got reminded about this song by an old friend.


Maybe you had to be there.

I’m going back to bed

Pilfered from Hell in a Handbasket, the tactical spork:

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This does have to end somewhere, right?

A tribute to Howard Zinn

Democracy Now has a great tribute to Howard Zinn, including Noam Chomsky, Alice Walker, Naomi Klein, and Anthony Arnove.

Update: Daniel Ellsberg: A Memory of Howard Zinn.

I just learned that my friend Howard Zinn died today. Earlier this morning, I was being interviewed by the Boston Phoenix, in connection with the release in Boston February of a documentary in which he is featured prominently. The interviewer asked me who my own heroes were, and I had no hesitation in answering, first, “Howard Zinn.”

Just weeks ago after watching the film on December 7, I woke up the next morning thinking that I had never told him how much he meant to me. For once in my life, I acted on that thought in a timely way. I sent him an e-mail in which I said, among other things, what I had often told others about him: that he was,” in my opinion, the best human being I’ve ever known. The best example of what a human can be, and can do with their life.”

Update II: It’s worth remembering that Howard Zinn was one of the first scholars to come out in support of Ward Churchill during our fair state’s latest round of neo-Stalinist witchhunts. This was his statement:

I have declared my support of Ward Churchill because to defend him is to defend the principle of academic freedom, the idea that no one should lose his or her job or status in education because of factors outside of teaching and scholarship.  Those factors — political, ideological — are evident in his case, and they are joined by a mean-spiritedness which does not belong in an academic or any other environment.  The attack on Ward Churchill comes at a time in our nation’s history when constitutional rights are under attack by the national government, when war threatens the lives and well-being of all,  and therefore we need the marketplace of  ideas to be as open as possible.  If we want to live in a democracy we must protect that openness. That is why defending Ward Churchill has an importance far beyond his particular situation.

I don’t think I can overstate how refreshing it was to see academics like Zinn and Chomsky jump into the fray, while the vast majority of academics, especially locally, were scattering as quickly as they could.

I just learned that my friend Howard Zinn died today. Earlier this morning, I was being interviewed by the Boston Phoenix, in connection with the release in Boston February of a documentary in which he is featured prominently. The interviewer asked me who my own heroes were, and I had no hesitation in answering, first, “Howard Zinn.”
Just weeks ago after watching the film on December 7, I woke up the next morning thinking that I had never told him how much he meant to me. For once in my life, I acted on that thought in a timely way. I sent him an e-mail in which I said, among other things, what I had often told others about him: that he was,” in my opinion, the best human being I’ve ever known. The best example of what a human can be, and can do with their life.”

State of the union

I’ ve been searching hard for a highlight. The only thing that comes close is some of Obama’s rhetoric; I don’t see any kind of a highlight in his actions and policies.
As far as disappointments, I wasn’t terribly disappointed because I didn’t expect that much. I expected him to be a traditional Democratic president. On foreign policy, that’s hardly any different from a Republican–as nationalist, expansionist, imperial and warlike. So in that sense, there’s no expectation and no disappointment. On domestic policy, traditionally Democratic presidents are more reformist, closer to the labor movement, more willing to pass legislation on behalf of ordinary people–and that’s been true of Obama. But Democratic reforms have also been limited, cautious. Obama’s no exception. On healthcare, for example, he starts out with a compromise, and when you start out with a compromise, you end with a compromise of a compromise, which is where we are now.
I thought that in the area of constitutional rights he would be better than he has been. That’s the greatest disappointment, because Obama went to Harvard Law School and is presumably dedicated to constitutional rights. But he becomes president, and he’s not making any significant step away from Bush policies. Sure, he keeps talking about closing Guantánamo, but he still treats the prisoners there as “suspected terrorists.” They have not been tried and have not been found guilty. So when Obama proposes taking people out of Guantánamo and putting them into other prisons, he’s not advancing the cause of constitutional rights very far. And then he’s gone into court arguing for preventive detention, and he’s continued the policy of sending suspects to countries where they very well may be tortured.

Howard Zinn on Barack Obama, in The Nation.

I’ve been searching hard for a highlight. The only thing that comes close is some of Obama’s rhetoric; I don’t see any kind of a highlight in his actions and policies.

As far as disappointments, I wasn’t terribly disappointed because I didn’t expect that much. I expected him to be a traditional Democratic president. On foreign policy, that’s hardly any different from a Republican–as nationalist, expansionist, imperial and warlike. So in that sense, there’s no expectation and no disappointment. On domestic policy, traditionally Democratic presidents are more reformist, closer to the labor movement, more willing to pass legislation on behalf of ordinary people–and that’s been true of Obama. But Democratic reforms have also been limited, cautious. Obama’s no exception. On healthcare, for example, he starts out with a compromise, and when you start out with a compromise, you end with a compromise of a compromise, which is where we are now.

I thought that in the area of constitutional rights he would be better than he has been. That’s the greatest disappointment, because Obama went to Harvard Law School and is presumably dedicated to constitutional rights. But he becomes president, and he’s not making any significant step away from Bush policies. Sure, he keeps talking about closing Guantánamo, but he still treats the prisoners there as “suspected terrorists.” They have not been tried and have not been found guilty. So when Obama proposes taking people out of Guantánamo and putting them into other prisons, he’s not advancing the cause of constitutional rights very far. And then he’s gone into court arguing for preventive detention, and he’s continued the policy of sending suspects to countries where they very well may be tortured.

I think people are dazzled by Obama’s rhetoric, and that people ought to begin to understand that Obama is going to be a mediocre president–which means, in our time, a dangerous president–unless there is some national movement to push him in a better direction.

Well, shit

One of my personal heroes, historian and author Howard Zinn, has died. Yeah, he was 87, but the world just seems a little less safe from horseshit without him.

From Westword.

[Churchill] wrote: “I can think of no one who better reflects the principles and integrity of Colorado Republicans than Tom Lucero,” adding, “Who knows? He might even have what it takes to be the next Dick Cheney.”

Well said. But I’m not even sure Lucero’s got what it takes to be the next Sarah Palin.

Jesse Ventura visits DIA

Part one:


and part two:


The Guardian has a great, although too brief, introduction to my personal favorite poet Robert Burns today, in honor of Burns’ Night, I’m assuming.

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Robert Burns was born in Alloway in Ayrshire, and died in Dumfries. He had watched his father worn down by authority, and worn out by labour. This radicalised him, and turned Burns into an enemy of all enemies of freedom and humanity. Such egalitarian ideals got him into trouble: he was excited by outbreak of revolution in France, and his indiscreet support nearly lost him his job as an exciseman. Burns’ songs enjoy an international popularity, but what’s often admired in his poetry is his liberal sloganeering; however, the best of his poems shed a far more sophisticated light on the species. (I can think of no wiser dissection of the slippery nature of human morality and temptation than Address to the Unco Guid, for example.)

Burns was such a complex individual that everyone is free to make their own reading of him, according to their own agenda. Whatever you want to see, you’ll find: a crude boor and brilliant raconteur; a male chauvinist pig and a champion of the rights of women; an Ayrshire farmer and an Edinburgh sophisticate; an abolitionist and a supporter of the slave trade (he almost left Scotland to work on a plantation in the West Indies); a bad English late-Augustan poet, and a brilliant Scots early Romantic. Attempts to make a simplified reading of Burns’ verse are similarly doomed. One myth, though, we can swiftly dispatch. He may have been complicit, when it suited him, in the proclamation of his noble savagery; but Burns was no “heaven-taught ploughman”. He was a quick-witted and thoroughly well-read man, who (Paxo take note) would have torn any of us to shreds in intellectual argument.

The rest.

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