Sunday

Some veterans are killed by war after they return

Returning home from Iraq

By Renee Messacar - Staff Writer

Michael Torok didn't die while serving in Afghanistan, but his family believes the war still killed him.

The 23-year-old Kingston man spent 10 months in Afghanistan as a communications specialist for the U.S. Army. He returned to Kingston on Sept. 2.

On Sept. 5, he disappeared while on his way to visit a friend in Shabbona.

A deputy found his body Sept. 24 in his truck parked in an Ogle County cornfield. He had died from a single, self-inflicted stab-wound to the heart.

His family later learned the Army had given him Lariam, an anti-malaria drug that, in some people, causes depression, bad dreams and hallucinations. The family also learned he had been suffering from depression and possibly post-traumatic stress disorder, or PTSD.

His return to civilian life was not the norm. Most came back to their homes, families and jobs with far less trauma. It was not always easy, though.

"Rely on friends and family," suggested Cris Cavazos, 22, of Malta. "Let them know about the difficult transition and don't let yourself withdraw."

Although he has been home from Iraq for about 13 months, he still occasionally thinks about roadside bombs when in cars.

Depression and PTSD are common among veterans, said Joan Anzia of the Illinois Psychiatric Society and day program chief with Department of Veteran Affairs in Chicago.

About 17 percent of returning veterans have PTSD, which sometimes develops when people experience or witness traumatic events.

People who have been through traumatic events or had behavioral problems in childhood are more likely to develop PTSD when something happens to them later in life, she said. Women are twice as likely as men to develop PTSD.

About 70 percent of those who have PTSD also have depression, Anzia said.

Signs of depression include change in sleeping patterns, difficulty concentrating, weight loss or gain, loss of enjoyment, anxiety and recurring thoughts about death and suicide, according to a June 2000 report from the U.S. Army Center for Health Promotion and Preventive Medicine.

Veterans who were in Afghanistan and Iraq report symptoms similar to what Vietnam War veterans reported, such as having trouble sleeping and relaxing, feeling agitated and angry, and having flashbacks and nightmares, Anzia said.

"They have nightmares of the traumas they witnessed and experienced," she said. They awake from the nightmares covered in sweat and with racing hearts," Anzia said.

A new symptom she's seen is anxiety about riding in vehicles, which stems from soldiers' fears of roadside attacks and explosives in the roads.

Although he has been home from Iraq for about 13 months, Cavazos still occasionally thinks about roadside bombs when in cars.

The Army Reservist was stationed for a year mostly in Umm Quasr in southern Iraq, where he worked at a prisoner of war camp and a jail.

In February 2004, a month after he returned home, he told the Chronicle that he got nervous seeing vehicles run over trash in the road because he had been trained to think the trash was disguising a bomb. Loud noises also frightened him.

But a year later, the Northern Illinois University student and Phi Kappa Theta fraternity member said his life is basically back to normal.

"Sometimes I have to tell myself that I'm home now, that I'm safe," he said.

It took him a while to feel comfortable again, he said. Starting classes in the fall, spending time with friends and family and staying active helped him readjust, he said.

He suggested that other returning soldiers accept that they have changed.

Feelings, such as no longer belonging, develop mostly when veterans return home and have time to think about their experiences, Anzia said. Many don't realize they have PTSD or depression until a physician, usually treating them for something else, notices the signs, such as anger and agitation.

"A lot of young guys become angry and have difficulty getting along with other people," she said. Their anger stems from having been under constant fear of injury or death for months, the deaths they've witnessed and questions about the war's purpose.

Cavazos said he becomes angry when people make flippant comments about the war or express anti-war sentiment.

"Some of the people protesting the war don't know what they are protesting," he said. "They don't know what it was like over there. They shouldn't just assume they know what's going on. It's disrespectful, especially when they hear something about what one or two people did and assume we all abused prisoners or killed babies. I know I did good while over there."

Anzia said many veterans have difficulty reconnecting with their friends and family.

"The first thing people can do is learn more about post-traumatic stress disorder," she said. They also need to realize veterans change during their service.

Michael Torok's mother, Barbara Torok, said she wishes she had realized her son was depressed. While speaking with his friends after his death, she learned that while in Fort Bragg, he had been sleeping 18 hours a day, had nightmares, lost weight and experienced personality changes.

But when he returned home, he acted as though he was fine.

"We had no idea something was wrong with Michael," she said.

The sooner a veteran gets treatment, the better it works, Anzia said. She suggested that veterans seek treatment from Veteran Affairs, where psychiatrists and therapists are trained specifically to work with veterans.

She suggests that soldiers seek help from the chaplains or therapists the military makes available, but she said many don't seek help out of fear it could hurt their careers.

Others don't seek help because they might be considered unmanly or weak, Cavazos said.

"A lot go through anger and depression," he said. "But we don't talk about it. Although we were given the opportunity for counseling, it wouldn't be macho to say we're sad."

Perhaps prompting from friends and family can force soldiers and veterans to overcome the sentiment that to seek help is to show weakness, Anzia said.

"Pay attention when they come back," she said. "And if they have any of the signs, make them get help."

Barbara Torok said she willingly speaks about what happened to her son and her belief that Lariam caused his depression and death because she wants to help other families avoid similar situations.

For more information on military duty and treatment of post-traumatic stress disorder or depression, check the Veterans Affairs Web site under health benefits and services at www.va.gov or look at National Center for PTSD site at www.ncptsd.va.gov.


Renee Messacar can be reached at rmessacar@pulitzer. net.

Paredes Charged AWOL | FBI Admits Giving Secret Files | Churchill's heritage examined

  • FBI Admits Mistakenly Giving Man Secret Files
  • Colorado Professor's Indian Claims Examined
  • Same Sex Law overturned
  • Petty Officer 3rd Class Pablo Paredes charged AWOL

BOSTON -- The FBI admitted Saturday it accidentally gave classified documents back to the American translator who pleaded guilty to taking them from the U.S. prison camp at Guantanamo Bay, Cuba.

Ahmed Fathy Mehalba, who was released from jail earlier this month, contacted the FBI's Boston office Tuesday after he realized agents had inadvertently given him the computer disk containing the secret files along with his personal property.

Mehalba had the disk in his possession for only a "matter of hours" before the FBI retrieved it, said Assistant U.S. Attorney Michael Ricciuti. "Someone in the bureau obviously made a serious mistake," Ricciuti said.

FBI spokeswoman Gail Marcinkiewicz said the disk was not labeled "secret" -- as all classified data should be -- because prosecutors had to keep it in the same condition as when it was seized from Mehalba. Authorities have not said what type of information was stored on the disk, other than it concerns "national defense," said Ricciuti, who prosecuted Mehalba.

Mehalba, an Egyptian-born U.S. citizen who was working as a civilian Arabic translator at Guantanamo, was arrested at Boston's Logan International Airport on Sept. 29, 2003, after customs agents found the disk containing hundreds of documents labeled "SECRET" or "SECRET/NOFORN" among 131 other disks in his luggage.


Colorado Professor's Indian Claims Examined

DENVER -- The future of a University of Colorado professor who likened some Sept. 11, 2001, victims to a notorious Nazi is in the hands of nine colleagues who may be asked to decide whether he is American Indian, as he claims.

Ward Churchill could lose his job if a faculty committee concludes he lied about being a Native American to beef up his credentials as a scholar. University officials said earlier last week that the First Amendment bars them from firing Churchill for his essay about Sept. 11.

The panel also is investigating allegations that Churchill, who has tenure, plagiarized others' work, misinterpreted evidence and fabricated details in his research. The probe is expected to take as many as nine months.

A report by acting Chancellor Phil DiStefano said that "there is serious doubt about his Indian identity." It said Churchill claimed in writing to be an enrolled member of the Keetoowah Band of the Cherokees, but the tribe's principal chief told the university that Churchill is an honorary associate member, not an enrolled member.


Crawford, Tex., Mayor Won't Seek Reelection

CRAWFORD, Tex. -- Months after he endorsed Democrat John F. Kerry for president, the mayor of the tiny town made famous by President Bush's ranch has decided not to seek reelection.

Mayor Robert Campbell said his decision had nothing to do with fallout from his decision to join the National Conference of Black Mayors in endorsing Kerry. Instead, he cited differences with the city council. "I think the city needs to go in one way, and apparently the city council wants it to go another way," said Campbell, who has been mayor for seven years. "It's time to get out of the way."

Campbell, 61, clashed with council members over proposals to build a new subdivision in the town of 705 residents. The subdivision project was approved in January over his objections.

• SACRAMENTO -- A California law that gives same-sex couples who register as domestic partners nearly the same responsibilities and benefits as married spouses should be overturned because lawmakers undermined the will of voters, lawyers for two groups argued Friday. Opponents of the law told a three-judge appeals court panel the law violates a California ballot initiative that defined marriage as between a man and a woman.

• NEW YORK -- Two gunmen posing as delivery drivers slipped into a Diamond District wholesale business Friday afternoon and walked out with an estimated $5 million in jewels, police said.

• SAN DIEGO -- A Navy sailor who refused to board a Persian Gulf-bound ship because of his opposition to the war in the Iraq will face a special court-martial -- the military equivalent of a civilian misdemeanor trial, the Navy said Friday. Petty Officer 3rd Class Pablo Paredes, 23, was charged with being absent without leave and missing the movement of a ship.
-- From News Services
Sunday, March 27, 2005; Page A12
© Washington Post

LETTER FROM BAGHDAD: "We're being followed," my translator Nadeem said...


"We're being followed," my translator Nadeem said, repeating the message that Mohammad, the driver of our "chase" or second car, had just relayed via walkie-talkie.


Our would-be pursuer, driving a flashy gray Nissan SUV with red rally stripes, had been behind us since we left the hotel. He spoke into either a walkie-talkie or satellite phone as he cut across several lanes of traffic to follow us off an exit ramp and stayed close behind our two-car convoy as we wound our way through the Qadasiya district. I was almost too frightened to speak or panic. Indeed, I felt strangely calm, vaguely wondering if this would turn out to be another close call or something more ominous. Foreigners are frequently targeted by both insurgents and kidnappers.

But before I had much time to think, Abbas, the driver of the lead car, and Mohammad coordinated a lightning-quick left onto a side street where several security guards stood in front of some Iraqi VIP's home. The Nissan slowed down as if to contemplate following us, but continued down the road.

We all breathed a sigh of relief, and found our way to a friendly teahouse where we decompressed. I added another close call to a list which includes a car bomb that blew out my hotel windows, death threats to my translator and numerous roadside bombs, and I again put to myself a question that becomes more urgent with each visit to this country since the war two years ago: Should I even be here? Certainly, my mother doesn't think so. And she's grown so afraid of my going to Iraq that I no longer even let on that I'm heading there until I'm already in Baghdad.

"What's the endgame?" one old friend asked me via e-mail. "At what point will you decide that it's time to stop going to Iraq?" I asked my longtime translator Shamil whether he thought I should be coming to Iraq. "Well," he said, with a laugh, "I happen to think all you journalists are crazy."

Indeed, it seems to me that it requires a certain madness to come to Iraq.

The lifestyle of a Baghdad correspondent is awful. We are cloistered in a hotel every night and make death-defying trips into the outside world during the day. I am forbidden from speaking in public lest I give myself away as a foreigner.

In Baghdad, I sacrifice all the little things in life that I truly cherish: an afternoon run through a park, sampling a new restaurant, watching a movie on the big screen.

Recently, I broke down and bought a Chinese-made elliptical cross trainer to keep in my hotel room. I blast my iPod and work out in an attempt to recreate some semblance of the bland North American lifestyle I've given up. " I get deeper, I get deeper, I get deeper, into this thing," raps Fatboy Slim.

In Baghdad, I live on the Internet. I've installed Skype on both my and my wife's laptops, so that we can have long conversations with each other, without paying a cent. I manage my finances online. How's Microsoft stock doing? For holidays, I often head to Dubai, the clean, gleaming facsimile of suburban America on the sand dunes of the Persian Gulf. I used to scornfully take life in the Chicago suburbs where I grew up for granted. In Dubai, I rent a car and drive to a mall and eat at the food court, maybe catch a movie at the multiplex. Sound familiar? But eventually, Baghdad always beckons and I find myself waking up with a start as the latest car bomb explodes and the sirens wail and daily life keeps getting harder and harder.

Once upon a time, my translator and I used to stroll off the hotel compound and grab a cab to our appointments. Now my team includes two armed drivers and a bodyguard named Redha -- a onetime bodyguard of Saddam's notorious son Uday -- who keeps a Russian-made Mikarov submachine gun with him at all times.

"Why do you have the barrel of the gun sawed off like this?" I asked him once.

"For a silencer," he responded.

"Why would you need a silencer?" I asked, astonished. "Wait. Don't answer that. I don't want to know."

Should I even be here? Certainly there are high-minded reasons to keep returning. I've been covering Iraq now for nearly three years and know intimately the country's topography and demography. I know without looking at a map what parts of the capital and countryside are relatively safe and which are no-go zones. If journalists like me stop coming to Iraq and honestly covering this ongoing war, then who will? But I have to be honest with myself about what draws me back to Baghdad again and again, and I've come to the conclusion that it's a kind of compulsive behavior.

War may be hell for the civilians who bear the brunt of the violence and despair, but for its combatants and chroniclers, it becomes an irresistible adrenaline rush, the ultimate extreme sport.

I could see that in lines worn onto the faces of the Kurdish peshmerga warriors, some of them middle-aged dads who risked everything to take part in one last battle against Saddam when the war began two years ago. I could see it in the sleepless eyes of the Marines who stormed through Iraq during the collapse of former Iraqi government in April 2003. I could hear it in the cries of the Army soldiers who gleefully volunteered for early morning combat missions in the Sunni triangle as well as the videotaped boasts of insurgents who've made violent holy war their lifestyle. And I can also detect it in the nervous gallows humor of my colleagues and myself, who've come up with little psychological tactics to manage our fear and continue operating here as journalists.

I thought the sacrifices of covering Iraq would eventually get the better of me, and I'd want out. But it turns out that like all countries fighting wars, the sacrifices become investments, and the harder it becomes to pull out, even when it's the wise thing to do. Should I even be here? Probably not, but for the foreseeable future, I'll continue to return.

Regards, Borzou


Borzou Daragahi is a guest contributor for PersianMirror from Tehran, Iran. He is a freelance journalist and sends out occasional letters to friends and family. You can subscribe to his letters by sending a blank email to borzou-subscribe@topica.com.

dao santity


Chinese for "sanctity"

people dancing amidst colors and brilliance


Every soul is inviable.
Any thought can be private.
The deepest goal is to
Find sanctity’s source.



The body may be ravaged and hacked into pieces, but the mind must never be invaded. It is only when we permit other to influence us that our us that our minds may be entered*. Evil may thrive on enslaving us physically, emotionally, or mentally, but it can do so only by deception. That is why we must remember the sanctity of our own souls. Our thoughts are private. As long as we are determined, evil cannot sway us. People think that others can read minds or that the gods watch our every movement. No master, no psychic, no god can enter our inner gate if we choose not to let them in.

By withdrawing into the sanctity of our souls, we can also know ourselves. This effort cannot be carried forth by others. If can only be accomplished through the self-effort of living and engaging in ongoing contemplation. Only we can enter the most sacred core of our beings and find the secrets of life.



sanctity
365 Tao
Daily Meditations
Deng Ming-Dao
ISBN 0-06-250223-9
( '? note
*however, a child has no boundaries
or choice to deny such entrance


Proud of their traditional culture, these artists illustrate Maithil rituals or to make paintings of gods Ram and Sita who, according to legend, married in Janakpur. And in the "office" where they sang songs or told tales of the Hindu gods, they naturally painted scenes from the Ramayana or from Maithil songs and folktales. Many women have enjoyed painting the Maithil tale of Anjur, a tale in which a new bride is made to do impossible tasks by her jealous sisters-in-law, and each time is helped by sympathetic birds or snakes. They often mix images of other tales with Anjur's tale, and similarly Gods will appear in scenes of family planning. This mixing of themes is a reflection of the real world of the Janakpur artists today.
this painting is called Marriage of Ram and Sita

photo of artist Anuragi Jha
the artist:
Anuragi Jha
What am 1-40, 50, 60? Let's say I'm fifty five years old. It tells on my citizenship card.

In those days when I began school we used a board painted black and a stick of mud for writing. I was just learning the alphabet when one day my friends and I burst into laughter at something the teacher said. He hit me hard on the cheek and when my grandfather who was also a teacher saw my swollen face he fired that teacher, saying his blow was an insult to our prestige. So our prestige wasn't lost — but I lost my life. When another teacher came to the village, they didn't let me go, back to school with my four brothers.

One day someone came selling cloth parrots which we dangle over a child to amuse him. I was fascinated by those parrots and took one into my father's eggplant field and dissected it. Having seen how it was stuffed with leaves and sewn, I began to make my own. That's why I like parrots so much. I also made them by flattening mud between two leaves which left their imprint on the body of the bird. And I drew them in sand, and then I learned how to make arapan (ritual rice paste designs) from my grandmother. My grandmother was known for her arapan, and whoever was having a haircutting ceremony or a marriage would ask her five days in advance to paint for them. This made my grandfather, who said she should spend her time preparing food, angry with her, but she said, what am I supposed to do, cut off my hands?

We lived near Saurat where every year there's a big fair where fathers meet to arrange the marriages of Brahman boys. At the fair my father suggested to a friend to bring his son to marry me. That night at our house they came to discuss the marriage. My husband wore earrings, bracelets and a necklace with Hanuman. The next morning we were married. I was eleven years old.

At that time I had no idea what marriage meant. I'd always played and worn few clothes. When they put me in a sari I tripped and fell. The first night we were put in a room together my husband was too shy to talk. I asked him, "Do you have land? How far have you studied?" I cried when I heard he hadn't studied at all — his village had no school. Four years later I moved to his village. At that time, my husband slept with his father and I slept with his sister, until the time his sister was married and left for her husband's house. My first child was born when I was 16, and later I had three more. At my husband's house I decorated the walls for his sister's wedding the way I'd learned from my grandmother. I made my paints from dung, bean leaves, and other plants, and I mixed them with milk. After that women came at night to see my paintings — we weren't allowed to go out during the day. It was at the time of my marriage that I decided that doing worship was important. I had worshipped Mahadev (Shiva) for husband and quickly I'd received one. I believed if I'd worshipped harder, I might have been given an educated husband. So I worshipped more and more so that my children would study — if they didn't, what would happen to them?

I also became religious because my grandparents had taken me to a dance for Krishna. I had the faith then that Krishna would stay with me. And so it is with my paintings — I believe if I show gods in my paintings then everything in my life will turn out all right. It's just like the story of Meera. One day Meera had seen a wedding party pass and asked her mother when she could have a husband. Her mother pointed to a picture on the wall of Krishna and told her that he was Meera's husband. She believed this and therefore worshipped Krishna. Later when her parents wanted to marry her off, she said, I am already married to Krishna. After she was forced to marry, her new in-laws were unhappy that she spent so much time in worship. They put a snake in the pot that she used to worship and hoped it would kill her. But when Meera opened the pot during her rituals, there was a necklace of flowers.

In painting is faith that there will be no pain. For one thing, I earn money so that I can afford to worship at the temple each day and to make pilgrimmages. If I didn't have this work, I would spend my day praying. Going to the temple is the most important thing. But since I must work, why not do my worship by painting gods at the center? The god I love the most is Hanuman. He is the strongest of the gods. You can identify my paintings because of the gods, but also because I fill in the space completely. I have to concentrate to make sure colors alternate properly. In many paintings I also draw parrots and elephants because these bring happiness.
text and images © JWDC


T A O t e C H I N G

hand drawn calligraphy of the word dao
f i f t y - s e v e n
Chinese characters for "daodejing verse fifty-seven"

If you want to be a great leader,
you must learn to follow the Tao.
Stop trying to control.
Let go of fixed plans and concepts,
and the world will govern itself.

The more prohibitions you have,
the less virtuous people will be.
The more weapons you have,
the less secure people will be.
The more subsidies you have,
the less self-reliant people will be.

Therefore the Master says:
I let go of the law,
and people become honest.
I let go of economics,
and people become prosperous.
I let go of religion,
and people become serene.
I let go of all desire for the common good,
and the good becomes common as grass.
— translation by GIA-FU FENG


If you want to be a great leader,
you must learn to follow the Tao.
Stop trying to control.
Let go of fixed plans and concepts,
and the world will govern itself.

The more prohibitions you have,
the less virtuous people will be.
The more weapons you have,
the less secure people will be.
The more subsidies you have,
the less self-reliant people will be.

Therefore the Master says:
I let go of the law,
and people become honest.
I let go of economics,
and people become prosperous.
I let go of religion,
and people become serene.
I let go of all desire for the common good,
and the good becomes common as grass.
— translation by STEVEN MITCHELL
a reading list of books and interpretations of the Daodejing is available at http://wwww.duckdaotsu.org/dao_books.html
for a meditation sent to your email address each day, please write ’subscribe tao’ in the subject line and send to lisbeth at duckdaotsu


‘Kill all you can see’


sign says "boot recruiters off our campus"













The message on this sign was a major
theme in Saturday’s march.
Many
marchers carried printed signs saying,
“Military recruiters lie, our children die.”


I am back jack

From an illegal occupation

Invasion ... colonization

That is totally whack

Done kilt, and spilt

With no thought to who

To’ up with guilt

And now I am back jack

With a mixed-up mind

Wanting to know

Who I should blame

And what should I do

- from “Kilt and Spilt” by Corporal P


‘Kill all you can see’


A PNN Youth in Media report on the selective slavery system and military recruitment in schools

by Laurence Ashton, Poor News Network

As I walked home from the powerful anti-war, anti-colonization march and rally on Saturday, the words of my friend and poet, Corporal P, who just returned from Iraq, began to flood my mind. “Watch out, brutha. They’ll get you next.”

My friend spoke in his deep, foreboding voice, which makes him seem a lot older than his 19 years. He was trying to scare me about an upcoming draft, which he is convinced the current Amerikkkan government has in the pipeline.

At first I didn’t listen, but recently, my editor suggested I look at the Bigga Pikcher, i.e., the impact of what my editor refers to as the No Child Left Alive Act (No Child Left Behind) on the youth of Amerikkka. Upon examination of this messed-up “act,” which was co-opted by Bush Cheney Inc. for their latest coup, it requires that parents who enroll their children in public schools automatically register them with Selective Service.

Selective Service spends every hour of every day planning for the heinous crime of conscription. That is who they are. It is what they do. They are like the Terminator; they would draft your grandmother if the order came down.

In my research for information on the draft, I discovered www.draftresistance.org, which refers to the Selective Service system as the Selective Slavery system and lists seven reasons why you should never register for Selective Service, including the fact that the more people register, the more it appears like Selective Service could actually launch a successful draft.

Personally, as a very low-income young African Descendent man who is trying to come up and out of poverty by getting an education, I ended up registering ‘cause I thought I had to, but through this website I learned that that too is another fallacy. They gave an alternative resource for college funding. The Fund for Education and Training (FEAT) will give you money for college if you refuse to register. So don’t register! Contact FEAT at 1830 Connecticut Ave. NW, Washington DC 20009-5732, (202) 483-2220, fax (202) 483-1246.

And of course, all of this draft mess will, like all military recruitment, have the worst impact on poor folks. Last week, College not Combat, an anti-military recruiting coalition, held a protest in front of an army recruiting office in downtown San Francisco. The main point of their campaign is kicking out all army recruiters from Bay Area schools, because the military systematically targets for recruitment those most harmed by the misplaced priorities of the political establishment: working class children and people of color. And more often than not, like in the case of my now homeless Iraqi veteran friend, the promises of financial support amount to nothing.

As I got on the BART to return to Oakland, filled with truth from the day and the strength to resist the pervasive pro-military lies, I couldn’t help noticing a pile of military recruitment brochures emblazoned with the oldest lie of them all: “Be all you can be,” or, as my friend re-named it, “Kill all you can see.”

For more work by PNN youth in media, go on-line to www.poormagazine.org.
More anti-recruitment stories are inside this issue of the Bay View.


Blacks are the catalyst

in anti-war and other movements

by Roy Walker

“(T)he catalysis which political action introduces into social evolution represents an economy of time, life and talent,” wrote Dr. Kwame Nkrumah in “Consciencism: Philosophy and Ideology for De-Colonization.”

History bears this out. The actions of African people have repeatedly stimulated reflections among other elements of society. The Million Man March and the Million Woman March led to last fall’s Million Worker March against the war and U.S. domestic policies and to similar “Millions” (i.e., Mass) actions across the globe. In point of fact, the Million Worker March was initiated by African longshoremen in the San Francisco Bay Area.

Other examples include the electrifying effect of the Nation of Islam – particularly as expressed by Omowale Malcolm X Shabazz – SNCC under Kwame Ture’s leadership, and Dr. King’s opposition to the war against Indochina in the last century. Of course, these positions were built on the opposition to imperialist wars expressed by Marcus Garvey’s UNIA in 1923 in its Declaration of Negro Rights and other phenomena such as the Nation of Islam’s refusal to be drafted in the second imperialist war (World War II), leading to the arrest of the Honorable Elijah Muhammad and many other Nation brothers.

The Civil Rights, Black Power and Black Studies movements also stimulated other peoples, as in the wake of our struggle, activists and organizations from other nationalities began to insist on their civil rights. There was a proliferation of slogans such as Red Power, Chicano Power and even Italian Power, whatever that was supposed to mean. And as we forced some concessions on the matter of Black – or African – Studies on the campuses, we saw the rise of Native American Studies, Chicano Studies, Women’s Studies and so forth.

As Kwame Ture, the primary organizer for Dr. Nkrumah’s All African Peoples Revolutionary Party, often reminded us, we must protect and safeguard the dynamism of our culture, especially our political energy, as it is our culture that is a leading element – in the vanguard if you wish – of what other people do in society.

Thus we understand the vital link of revolution to social evolution.