Chapter 39, Order 39 Torture and Neo-Liberalism with Sycorax in Iraq By PETER LINEBAUGH The new U.S. Attorney General, Alberto Gonzalez, disregarded torture in his infamous, post 9/11 memorandum to Bush: “In my judgment, this new paradigm [the ‘war on terrorism’] renders obsolete Geneva’s strict limitations on questioning of enemy …
POLITICAL ISLAM’S CRIMES AGAINST WOMEN IN THE IRAQI CITY OF MOSUL Organization of Women’s Freedom in Iraq September 14, 2004 In one of the public health sectors in the city of Mousul, the Islamists committed some of their numerous misogynist crimes that aim relentlessly to quench their thirst for blood …
Dear Supporters, Allies, and Members of the Media, On Wednesday, May 5, the New York Times published a story about Americans who were directly involved in the disgusting human rights abuses that have taken place in the Abu Ghraib Prison in Baghdad. Disturbingly, there is a direct link between Abu …
Oh bondage up yours! The early punk movement–and the women who made it rock Michelle Lee, Off Our Backs Nov./Dec. 2002 In the late 1970s, a musical insurrection exploded. In both New York and London, teenagers reacted to economic oppression and the musical and cultural excesses of the ’70s and …
Acrobatic Marilyn Buck an acrobat I slice through the sky somersault swing toward hands they slip disappear free i fall no net i fall caught by lime-scented dirt bones quake sigh — articulate rebound piano wires sing with my weight a moon jumper …
Black August Marilyn Buck Would you hang on a cliff’s edge sword-sharp, slashing fingers while jackboot screws stomp heels on peeled-flesh bones and laugh “let go! die, damn you, die!” could you hang on 20 years, 30 years? 20 years, 30 years and more brave Black brothers buried in …
Bird Watchers Marilyn Buck Francine, elegant, headwrapped willowy firm on cinnamon legs leans toward Nancy frayed blonde rope of a woman bleached on the back of Harleys and crystal meth two keen bird watchers they chat while feeding purloined delectables to plump Canadian geese contented vacationers once the geese …
Prison Chant Marilyn Buck Cassandra is on the phone her screams bounce off walls staccato chant Jesusfathergod Jesusfathergod Maurice listen to me Stop listen to me listen listen you must be responsible I’m not there take care of your sister …
I remember red poppies, wild behind the school house I didn’t want to be there, but I loved to watch the poppies I used to sit in the window of my room, sketching charcoal trees what happened to those magnolia trees, to that girl? I went off to college, escaped …
Moon Bereft Marilyn Buck Beyond razor-wired walls the moon shimmers in the late summer sky spills over in pale brightness to draw me into its fullness washing my eyes in quicksilver Now, in a heavy-lidded cell moon-bereft nights leave me weeping tears well up in dry cratered wounds despair rises …