Unfortunately, Norway, welcome to our/the rest of the world.

The latter part of which was one sentiment levied at the U.S. after 9-11, implying that until then we hadn't experienced a strike on our homeland from abroad by a non-state actor, meeting one of the major requisites for most definitions of "terrorism," despite the oft paired allusion to our "last" major attack on Pearl Harbor from an imperial Japan. But state-side terror was here long before the war on terror, of course. Islamic-terrorists had already attacked the WTC itself in the '90s, though to much less spectacular effect, so perhaps its oversight can be forgiven.

But also, I think, we're known much more for our home-grown terrorists and/or psychos-fucks who either go for mass casualties or political assassinations, or both--and not for nothing. In the '90s, again, we had McVeigh's bomb and student-stalking in Columbine. More recently we generated our very own Islamo-flavored terrorist, the Ft. Hood shooter. Not to mention four dead presidents and a couple that came close (a few attempts, and one assassinated almost president--RFK), and the almost slaying of a Congresswoman that left half a dozen others dead. A demographically-difficult anomaly in American political-violence is the FALN, a Puerto Rican independence movement that raged against U.S. imperialism from within the empire, but based outside the national boundary--locavore vengeance or import reprisal?

“We all read and watch the news about the shootings in the United States,” Mr. Groven said. “But it doesn’t happen here.”

(Will this old chestnut, the second sentence, ever not be said by community members and reported by journalists?)

So now Norway, who has been a fairly-committed ally of the war on terror, but hasn't either bent over backwards for multiculturalism compared to others in Europe or had as much as a far-right backlash, has their own homegrown terrorist--though not of the political-persuasion du jour. He's a anti-immigrant, anti-government, cultural-degenerationist, from the Christian right: two parts McVeigh, vehicular explosion and gov-hate; one part the Columbine boy's patient hunting; add a dash of Loughner's Delusion, I'll call it, the conspiratorial mindset and the belief that a lone act is necessary to change the world; shake or stir; chug. Welcome to the club; membership doesn't necessarily come with advantages.

Or does it...

[I had a quote from the same NY Times article that I lost, along with a few others and half of my writing on this blog, due to overheated computer and the apparent lack of autosave function of blogger, that the Times decide to delete from the article--as well as adding other parts--overnight. It said that this hideous event was actually a good thing, because it will bring attention to the radical right fomenting across Europe, and specifically in Norway. My reaction:]

Whoa.

But still:

Mr. Romarheim said in some ways the homegrown nature of the attack made it harder for Norwegians to accept. “With 9/11 in America, people could ask, ‘Who are they?’ and could pour their rage out on someone else,” he said. “But we can’t disavow this person, he’s one of us.”

When looking at the face of "evil," it amazes me that they usually do look like monsters, or at least there seems to be something off-putting that differentiates them from the rest of us. But perhaps that's just magical thinking: the desire to be able to protect oneself by recognizing horror. Or it's just the way our brains work; once we know someone has done something horrible, we can't help but interpolate meaning into the knowing smirks of Loughner (see mug shot) and, say, Casey Anthony, and wonder, how can anyone not see the madness lying in wait?

Last week: 2752

It was at least a bracket on which to construct memory and, more so, a place of departure—perhaps the wrong way, like an elbow bent backwards. It became context: a way to delineate and map New York’s, and my, existence.

It’s my A.D. she said. Yeah, everything is before or after. After is when it all started to go bad.

Did you loose someone? No, luckily. Not that day, but soon enough. At the time, I thought I could have lost anyone, everyone. Or I was lost, and others were mourning the loss. For some, close enough to the epicenter, all those in the falls were our loss, and, too, something that had been collectively all of ours before was now lost with them. Physical proximity can in part explain this discarnate connection between strangers, those remained and those gone; the ripple effect that dissipates as it moves outward from point of origin.

For weeks the smoke, ill-defined, crawled slowly out of lower Manhattan; crossing the East River onto Brooklyn, hanging in the sky over apartment buildings, like mine. Enmeshed with the afternoon sun of that clear day, the amalgam of the smoke and ash of paper and plane and body went on to hue the sunset a beautiful, if unnatural, charcoal-red blood orange.




This was from the Writer’s Almanac last week.

D.H. Lawrence: 'Be still when you have nothing to say; when genuine passion moves you, say what you've got to say, and say it hot.'

It was on this day in 2001 that two hijacked planes crashed into the Twin Towers in New York City.

Journalists are doing what they can do.

With a shrug and a smirk, the woman from the LA Times response to criticism of the business media on News Hour, PBS. Great defense. Though some don't think that's enough.

Thanks, in large part to Jon Stewart, the world today (finally?) has been talking about what role the business media play in the economy and to what extent are they culpable for the mess we're in.

The breathtaking interview (more like debate... really a bitch slap) last night with Jim Cramer and Jon Stewart on the Daily Show was one of the peak moments so far in the aftermath of this money-mire. You have to give Cramer credit for diving head long into the home turf of a pissed-off Jon Stewart.

Of course, Jimmy was no match for Jon. But what got me was the attitude of disgust with which Stewart seemed possessed: he wasn't just showing Cramer as a fool, all too easy for the master, but chided him like a child who refuses to take serious his irresponsibility and lacks the gravitas of the situation.

"It's not a fucking game!"

"They burned the fucking house down, then walked away rich."

"This song ain't about you."

I haven't seen Stewart like this since after 9-11, when he broke out of his normal role (a good one to start) and helped to make TV something more than entertainment or advertising or even education. He was directly linked to us, the audience--at least here, in NY. He was living in the same world, with the same things going on around him. He didn't laugh because we weren't. He got choked up because we did, too. He was confused and scared and pissed--kind of like he was last night--and so we're we.

Some is better than none.

17,000 or so people, mostly but not all Cambodians, entered a small high school in downtown Phnom Penh, in the second half of the 1970's. The three main buildings of relatively equal size in a U-shaped layout, are a couple of blocks off a main avenue. The three or four stories had balconies connecting the doors to the rooms facing the court yard enclosure of the buildings on three sides, the street on the fourth.

They weren't students; they were prisoners. They didn't ask questions, but were asked them. They didn't write; instead, they dictated long personal histories, transcribed by others who were not teachers. Not taught, these "confessions" were elicited by torture; there was no exercise, except that of the others who were not teachers, in its administration.

They didn't paint, but years later one man would. That man was made to sculpt the image of another man, Pol Pot, over and over again. Because of this, the artist, Van Nath, would be one of the dozen or so who would live through the reign of the Khmer Rouge. Still, some is better than none.

Look familiar? Indeed, it should. The above is one in a series made by Nath of the varied tortures used in Tuol Sleng, as the school became known, referring to the once school as "poison." It is a depiction of a man being waterboarded. Looks like torture to me. Apparently it felt like it as well to Christopher Hitchens, who allowed himself to be waterboarded by ex-military trained in the practice. You can watch the video here. He lasted a only few seconds. But, some is better than none.

Today, the former head of the prison, Comrade Duch, will go on trial, more than 30 years after its opening. This represents the first major figure in the Khmer Rogue to ever be put on trial. Pol Pot, the Stalin/Mao figure of Cambodia was allowed to die in the same jungle from which he waged his campaign of terror.

No wonder: the democratically (sort-of) elected, current and long-time Prime Minister of Cambodia was himself a high-ranking comrade in the Khmer Rouge. For this and other reasons, some in the country say this will be the only trial of a top official to be allowed to take place. In custody, waiting for trial sit a handful of other top Khmer Rouge. And, still, some is better than none.

Here at home, there are similar calls for justice for some of past Administration. At least a "truth and reconciliation," if not criminal charges for Rumsfeld, Cheney, Bush, et al. There doesn't seem to be much interest for this in Congress, from the press, or from the President. But, who knows, maybe they'll get Colin Powell on knowingly lying to the U.N. or Condi Rice on her incompetence as National Security Advisor before 9-11 (hm, funny, they're both black.) My vote is for George "slam dunk" Tenet, or some other higher-up at the CIA; less for the bad intel concerning Sadam's (lack of) WMDs and more about the Company's failure to alert the FBI--or someone--to their knowledge that the 9-11 hijackers were in the country.

Now, even 30 years down the line, some would be better than none.