TIMES OF WAR, CHANCE FOR PEACE

DWIGHT D. EISENHOWER (1890-1969)

34TH PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES

In office 1953 -1961

“Every gun that is made, every warship launched, every rocket fired, signifies in the final sense a theft from those who hunger and are not fed, those who are cold and not clothed … “ Dwight D. Eisenhower

That quote is from Eisenhower’s speech, A Chance for Peace, delivered in 1953 three months after he took office and on the occasion of the death of Joseph Stalin, Premier of the Soviet Union (1941 to 1953). The “just peace” that the world hoped for in 1945 at the end of World War II had not materialized. While the Korean War was coming to a close, the Cold War-era military conflicts in Indochina (Vietnam, Laos, and Cambodia) were slowly escalating. The United States would have advisory troops in Vietnam in 1954. The armed conflict in that region of the world would continue long past Eisenhower’s administration with U.S. involvement escalating in the 1960s and continuing until the Fall of Saigon in 1975.

Since the end of the Second World War and the Korean War, violent conflict continues unabated with thirteen wars (defined as 1,000 or more deaths per year) currently, including the War in Afghanistan and the Yemeni and Syrian uprisings of 2011. Smaller scale conflicts resulting in fewer than 1,000 deaths per year have been rife and in 2011 include the Sudan-SPLM-N conflict, the Yemeni al-Qaeda crackdown, and the 2011 clashes in Southern Sudan. Genocides didn’t end either. We’ve had eight genocides since the Holocaust of WWII. The number of rebel groups is now over one-hundred, which probably errs on the light side. Conflicts rise from economic and social instability, which could be addressed if we invested in butter, not guns. Even in 1953, Eisenhower pointed out that war isn’t sustainable:

This world in arms is not spending money alone.

It is spending the sweat of its laborers, the genius of its scientists, the hopes of its children.

The cost of one modern heavy bomber is this: a modern brick school in more than 30 cities.

It is two electric power plants, each serving a town of 60,000 population. It is two fine, fully equipped hospitals.

It is some fifty miles of concrete pavement.

We pay for a single fighter plane with a half million bushels of wheat.

We pay for a single destroyer with new homes that could have housed more than 8,000 people.

If governments don’t recognize that Earth and her people cannot be sustained by war, many of their citizens do. One modern peaceful protest for a sustainable world is of interest to all of us who read, write, and love both poetry and peace. It is 100 Thousand Poets for Change, which held its first world-wide rally on September 24, 2011 with 700 events in 550 cities representing 95 participating countries united to promote peaceful environmental, social, and political change. Poets, writers, artists, musicians, and photographers the world over demonstrated in solidarity. The next global event is scheduled for September 29, 2012. Throughout the year small, local events are delivered at a various venues. By invitation, 100 Thousand Poets for Change was at the Sharjah (an Arab Emirate) International Book Fair, which ran through November 27.  MujeebJaihoon reports, “From time immemorial, poetry has built better bridges between people than those with bricks and stones. And these bridges do not get old or obsolete…” [Change Is Born in the Womb of Poetry]

In A Chance for Peace Eisenhower pointed out, “No people on earth can be held, as a people, to be an enemy, for all humanity shares the common hunger for peace and fellowship and justice.” We do hunger, individually and collectively. Perhaps our chance for peace starts with you and me. Poem on …

Note: I’m still recouperating and not on my regular schedule. I felt compelled to publish this today though Tuesday is normally “on the light side” day … Next week perhaps … Thanks to all for hanging tough with me, for continuing to follow, and for the kind emails, FB messages, and comments providing support and encouragement. It’s the best medicine. Hugs all around …

© 2011 essay, Jamie Dedes All rights reserved

The photograph of Eisenhower is in the public domain

SUNDAY WRITERS’ ROUNDUP #10: Blogging on Social Issues

MANY BLOGGERS address social issues through poems, prose, art and photographs and some who read here committed to participating in the The Girl Effect Blogging Campaign. Some of you said you’d need a reminder. Here it is, and the time is upon us: October 4, Tuesday. This is an event that draws attention to the plight of girls around the world who are living in poverty and yet uniquely capable of creating a better future for themselves, their sons and daughters, and their communities and countries.

Some tips from the folks who are organizing the event:

Visit the Girl Effect website, where you can learn about the issues.

Here are some ideas for your post:

  1. Start by posting one of the six Girl Effect videos along with your reflections on it
  2. You can use some sobering stats from the website
  3. Write about how you see the responsibility of the developed world to support the developing world, or how you see your own personal responsibility
  4. Write about action you’ll take to take to make a difference
  5. Post related photography, art or poetry
  6. Focus on one specific issue related to the Girl Effect: girl’s education, AIDS in the developing world, child marriage, child prostitution, domestic violence, population growth, philanthropy, entrepreneurship, micro-finance, global poverty, human rights.
You will want to link to the Girl Effect SITE now for further information and instruction. Among other things, you need to link your post to the Campaign site. I hope you’ll also leave your link here on Musing by Moonlight, so that I can be sure not to miss it. Thanks!

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THE EVOLUTION SHALL BE BLOGGED 

A post from a long time ago but, given this week’s event, it seemed right to put it out there again.

When we marched,
Slithered
Through slimy mud past riot-shielded cops in Alexander
(This is the ghetto.)
While children peered wild-eyed from dark windows,
For some of us these were re-runs of earlier apartheid-burdened days.
But, then, it was defiant resolution that drove our hearts and braced our feet.
Now, sadness at betrayal sat sadly on our hearts.
Our shouted slogans hung heavy over us in grimy air.
We winced at familiar oft-repeated lies
Oft-repeated lies.

Dennis BrutusSouth African Poet/Activist (1924 – 2009), in Leafdrift

There are people for whom poetry exists almost exclusively as an aid to social change, to political discourse– not as some sort of didacticism – but as a discussion, a wake up call, a way of approaching some truth, finding some meaning, encouraging resolution. I’m not one of them. I am as likely to write about the beautiful flowers that have just popped on my orchid – at last – or something my mom said fifty years ago as I am to write a poem on a social issue. But it does happen and quite often:  a horrific war photo, a news report of an injustice, a homeless person outside the grocery, a friend in pain that I can trace to some social issues, and the words start to flow. There’s the urge to respond, to do something – the urge to activism.

As I make my way around the blogosphere, I delight to see how many blog for causes – “worthy” causes as my mom would say – and I know that “worthy” is in the eye of the reader. War is big. For those poet-bloggers who are pacifists, this medium offers one means of passive resistance. Perhaps passivism is the strongest form of resistance and poetry the conscience of the collective soul.

In the 70s, the American author, poet, musician, and father of hip-hop, Gil Scott Heron, wrote The Revolution Shall Not Be Televised (video below). It comes to mind now. For those who remember, this might seem odd. It’s a Nixon-era piece, but we’re still struggling with the trivialities Heron is so beautifully strident about. And the revolution couldn’t be televised. It would be too big for one thing. Though he was addressing issues for blacks, I would submit that while we have different histories, we’re all struggling to stay afloat on the same raft.

In Dennis Brutus’ poem above, he points to the world we now live in. Having survived Robben Island with Nelson Mandella, he was freed only to find that while apartheid ended in South Africa it had become world-pervasive, the issue no longer race but economics: the few haves vs. the masses of have-nots. And those who have just a bit – enough to feel safe and perhaps a bit smug – are just a hairbreadth away from have-not.

I can’t help but think that the revolution so many of us seek is rooted in transforming values. Hence, it is more evolutionary than revolutionary. As such, perhaps it is too gradual and pervasive to be televised. Perhaps it is evident in our blogosphere and the heart-born prose and poems of simple folk like you and me with nary a pundit or politician among us. Perhaps it’s a bottom-up thing, more likely to be blogged than broadcast, rising from homespun poetry – outsider literary art – sometimes rudimentary and awkward, but always quiet and true and slow like a secret whispered from one person to the next. It is perhaps something stewing even as we write, read, and encourage one another. Perhaps there is some bone and muscle in what we do. Individually we have miniscule “audiences.” Collectively we speak to enormous and geographically diverse populations.

I think I hear army boots a-marching, marching across networks everywhere. Or perhaps poetic fancy has caught my spirit tonight and all is dream …I hope not. Blog on …

So let some impact from my words echo resonance 
lend impulse to the bright looming dawn

Dennis Brutus

Video posted to YouTube by MusicForYourFunk. Gil Scott Heron website HERE.

Photo courtesy of morgueFile.

Yes! I’ve changed my blog theme again. I’m not crazy. (Well, maybe I am.) I’m setting-up a website (not that I need one – it’s just a learning adventure) and have tried to find the best theme for that. Think I have finally, now on to the adventure of finalizing the website. !!! ??? Will I manage it … only the future will tell … wish me luck …

See you this week for The Girl Effect Blogging Campaign and back here on Sunday for another Writer’s Roundup. There will be lots of other good poems and other posts between now and than. Thanks for stopping by. Jamie

NOT WITH A BANG BUT A WHIMPER

Video posted to YouTube by LillGandhi.

I wonder how many bloggers would blog a plea for world peace.  Just one blog post in the manner of one’s choice–poem, art, music, just a simple few words to signify that you desire peace around the world. How many bloggers would blog for peace? I don’t know.  I am  curious.  Shall we find out? MORE [Eva @ 47WhiteBuffalo's Blog]

I often blog for peace as do many who read here.  When I saw Eva’s post (quoted above) yesterday, I decided to take her up on her challenge today. After all, we can never blog too often for peace.

This is one of my favorite videos from Pulitzer Prize winning author, Alice Walker. Ms. Walker is quoting the last stanza of T.S. Elliot‘s The Hollow Men (1925).

This is the way the world ends

This is the way the world ends

This is the way the world ends

Not with a bang but a whimper.

Victoria’s (liv2write2day) poetry prompt yesterday was grieving. Given the cold I’m fighting, my brain isn’t really in gear. The best I can do is reblog an old one apropos today’s topic and Victoria’s prompt, which I realize is not what a prompt is all about. At least it does remind us of the grief of others.

OTHER MOTHER’S CHILDREN

In Near Eastern places once held sacred

The sky is bright with rocket glare and

Other mothers’ children stare unseeing

From shattered hovels, no sweet, wet

Baby kisses from blistered lips with songs unsung

No family portraits to dust and treasure, just bodies

Some other mothers’ children rotting in the dust

Frozen moments of horror framed in blood

Limbs cracked and broken, bellies torn

Faces purpled, hearts stopped

Collateral damage, primary pain

♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

Now it’s your turn to blog for peace and leave the link on Eva’s blog.

PEACE:

IT’S A DECISION

NOT A PRAYER