Last July, however, the Duma passed a law, introduced by the Kremlin, to permit the assassination of “enemies of the Russian regime” abroad.
We were aware of the fact that death walks hand in hand with struggle.--Stokely Carmichael
One of the basic laws of engagement with an opponent is, "Know your enemy." This is a fundamental problem with so-called progressives; they simply refuse or are incapable of seeing the blunt historical facts, that when dealing with power, they are dealing with psychos.
Protesting, demonstrating, marching... the "show aspects" of counter establishment sentiments, are all fine and good, but without counters to potential moves toward killing, are pointless.
In sports, there's a time-worn saying: the best defense is good offense. It's not an axiom, but it has it's place, given the right context. Right now, in EM08's second phase of maximum extraction, we can see how power is swallowing up swaths of real estate in a hoarding frenzy. While there are certainly other factors involved, such as cheap money (via printing and zirp), one way too look at this is through hedging; power is conglomerating in a hedge against the massive bubbles we see now on every front. It's offense as defense.
As many who heard of Anna Politkovskaya's murder, I was shocked and not surprised. But the point I want to make clear is that murder is not only by the bullet or bomb. Psychos have means unavailable to the poor, and it's access, power and means spurred on by economic imperative. While it's true that crimes of assault, robbery and murder occur within poor communities to the tune of the poster child cry of "black on black crime," comparing these to targeting millions of people of color for toxic loans or the invasion of Iraq -- or Cambodia! -- is like comparing Little League baseball to the World Series.
Long forgotten is when Muhammad Ali, in refusing to enter the draft, said that he was not going to sacrifice his beliefs in order to further and support the hegemonic US agenda. But he uttered 4 words that underscore just how hardcore he was: I'm ready to die.
The question then becomes, as much of a hero as Ali was, would he have been ready to kill? Certainly the evil empire has answered this question, many times over.
I think the problem is that many people in America think that racism is an attitude. And this is encouraged by the capitalist system. So they think that what people think is what makes them a racist. Racism is not an attitude. If a white man wants to lynch me, that’s his problem. If he’s got the power to lynch me, that’s my problem. Racism is not a question of attitude; it’s a question of power.--Stokely Carmichael/Kwame Ture
THE NEW YORKER
Saturday, October 7th, was a marathon of disheartening tasks for Anna Politkovskaya. Two weeks earlier, her father, a retired diplomat, had died of a heart attack as he emerged from the Moscow Metro while on his way to visit Politkovskaya’s mother, Raisa Mazepa, in the hospital. She had just been diagnosed with cancer and was too weak even to attend her husband’s funeral. “Your father will forgive me, because he knows that I have always loved him,” she told Anna and her sister, Elena Kudimova, the day he was buried. A week later, she underwent surgery, and since then Anna and Elena had been taking turns helping her cope with her grief.
Politkovskaya was supposed to spend the day at the hospital, but her twenty-six-year-old daughter, who was pregnant, had just moved into Politkovskaya’s apartment, on Lesnaya Street, while her own place was being prepared for the baby. “Anna had so much on her mind,’’ Elena Kudimova told me when we met in London, before Christmas. “And she was trying to finish her article.’’ Politkovskaya was a special correspondent for the small liberal newspaperNovaya Gazeta, and, like most of her work, the piece focussed on the terror that pervades the southern republic of Chechnya. This time, she had been trying to document repeated acts of torture carried out by squads loyal to the pro-Russian Prime Minister, Ramzan Kadyrov. In the past seven years, Politkovskaya had written dozens of accounts of life during wartime; many had been collected in her book “A Small Corner of Hell: Dispatches from Chechnya.” Politkovskaya was far more likely to spend time in a hospital than on a battlefield, and her writing bore frequent witness to robbery, rape, and the unbridled cruelty of life in a place that few other Russians—and almost no other reporters—cared to think about. One day at the Ninth Municipal Hospital, in Grozny, Politkovskaya encountered a sixty-two-year-old woman named Aishat Suleimanova, whose eyes expressed “complete indifference to the world,’’ she wrote in a typical piece. “And it is beyond one’s strength to look at her naked body. She’s been disembowelled like a chicken. The surgeons have cut into her from above her chest to her groin.’’ Two weeks earlier, a “young fellow in a Russian serviceman’s uniform put Aishat on a bed in her own house and shot five 5.45-mm. bullets into her. These bullets, weighted at the edges, have been forbidden by all international conventions as inhumane.’’