Justice for Laquan McDonald march, Friday, Nov. 27 

laqJustice for Laquan McDonald!
Justice for Jamar Clark!
Police and Vigilante Terror Must STOP!

Friday, November 27
11:00 a.m. – North Michigan & Wacker Drive, Chicago
Look for the Stolen Lives Banner!

Join the Stop Mass Incarceration Network contingent in the Justice for Laquan McDonald march, Friday, Nov. 27 and take defiant and determined action to make clear to everyone that MURDER AND TERROR BY POLICE AND WHITE VIGILANTES MUST STOP! Many different forces, with many different demands, have called for this demonstration. Our position is clear.

Chicago:

After a year of foot dragging, video of the execution of 17-year-old Laquan McDonald was released and the cop who gunned him down charged with murder. Laquan was simply walking away when Jason Van Dyke, who had many previous complaints for excessive force and use of the ‘n’ word, shot him 16 times. Watch the video here. (The murder of Laquan McDonald begins at the 5 minute mark of the video. Warning: Very graphic video)

“Chicago authorities are calling for calm now that Van Dyke has been indicted. As Carl Dix said, “NO! HELL NO! People in Chicago and everywhere else must come out on Friday, November 27 to let the powers-that-be know in no uncertain terms that this officially-sanctioned murder—which they have tried their damnedest to cover up—is absolutely unacceptable and illegitimate. ….People everywhere should go out with signs and whistles and begin agitating and raising hell, forming up actions on the spot.

“What are we supposed to do? Wait calmly while the district attorney who forgot how to prosecute when the defendant was the cop who gunned down Rekia Boyd handles the prosecution of another killer cop? While the legal system that denied the family of Darius Pinex even a shred of justice even though it got brought out into the open that the cops who had murdered him had spent years lying about how the killing went down oversees this case?”…

Now that he’s indicted – Convict Jason Van Dyke and Send Him to Jail!

Statement on Laquan McDonald’s murder by Carl Dix

Minneapolis:

“On Sunday, November 15th, 24 year old Jamar Clark was killed by police (in Minneapolis). The cops claim that Jamar tried to grab one of their guns – but many, many witnesses say that the cops handcuffed Jamar, knocked him to the ground, and then shot him in the head. For nine days a determined, angry encampment at the 4th District Police Station demanded that the video of Jamar’s shooting be made public.

“Last Monday, after days of threats, a group of white supremacists opened fire on the people demanding justice for Jamar, shooting four (none fatally). People in the encampment reported that the police, when they arrived, were more concerned with suppressing the protesters than capturing the attackers. On Tuesday, thousands of people of all nationalities marched in the streets of Minneapolis, demanding justice for Jamar and opposing the cowardly and vicious shooting. The courageous resisters in Minneapolis must be supported.”

Statement on Jamar Clark’s murder by Carl Dix

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Thoughts on Censorship, Oppression and Revolution

My wife’s grandmother lives near the center of Sarajevo. from the window of her small two room flat is a stunning view of green slopes of Mount Trebevich, its lowest approaches a patchwork of terra cotta rooftops. in a sheltered alleyway, pressed between buildings and shaded by small tress is a cluster of small booths; something of a flea market for books, clothing, and kitchenwares. Near the center, almost directly beneath Ana’s grandmother’s window was a small booth where a couple local boys sold music CDs. I would show up with beers and ask the guys to play for me local artists. It was just after the war and before the internet had proliferated to any meaningful extent around the planet. I was eager to discover local music and, with the abject destruction of the war, even save and preserve some of that lost culture.

Yugoslav Rock musicians throughout the 1960s, 70s and 80s had been eager to show relevancy and solidarity with the audaciousness inherent in Rock, punk and other genre’s of contemporary music that heralded, it seemed a cultural revolution. I found, however, that Yugoslav Rock musicians, as well as emerging Bosnian, Serbian, Slovenian and Croatian Rock musicians always incorporated strong elements of regional folk. there was always a traditional element regardless of how contemporary the banded intended to be. It caused me to look at contemporary music in the US differently. bands I’d grown up with like Three Dog Night relied heavily on songwriters like Hoyt Axton and Paul Williams whose roots were in folk and country. Paul Williams penned the lyrics for “The Love Boat” theme.

all too often those who run the spectrum in society between discontent and revolutionary forget or ignore their own traditional underpinnings. Rarely if ever is anyone truly transformed completely in their humanity. The relics, the attitudes and ideas of our times and places are woven deeply within each of us. nit is imprinted, or becomes imbued without our realizing just how fully we are compromised, or incorporated into our world, our history and our culture.

It has become vogue in our culture to extol and demand the right of free and unencumbered expression. We can insult the police, berate the president and verbally assault one another with relative impunity. The First amendment becomes our shield and our burden. never in human history has the common citizen held this degree of expectation of free speech. It is revolutionary, but is it so revolutionary that we are free of those traditional underpinnings of a past in which speech was much less free. We all believe in our right to free expression while conjuring ways to curb the expression of those we disagree with.

I am in broadcasting. Broadcasters are the one place in which it is possible to understand the hypocrisy of what it means to assert truly free and independent and unencumbered speech. Stations in the past have cautioned me about certain limits about what I could and could not say. One station promoted verbal attacks on one political party while quietly forbidding dissent against its opposition. Today I was researching FCC rules on obscenity. In training new hosts I brag about the station’s policy of non-censorship, then advise them that they can be fired for not supporting the station’s policy of defending diversity in the community.

While I defend the right of groups, minorities and traditionally oppressed segments of society to fight against the willful and blatant use of offensive language and terms I also understand that there is a right of free expression that even protects offensive speech. The goal there should be to teach and build a society that respects the rights and sensibilities of others, and that often speech is the cornerstone of oppression. Offensive and oppressive speech should go out of vogue rather than be legislated out of existence. Words must never be banned, because words by themselves are not culprits. We are the culprits.
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The American tradition is strongly rooted in reactionary politics and justice. While a narrative has arisen that positively challenges the reactionary and oppressive rhetoric and systems it also has characteristics of that other heritage. We have seen it with attempts to ban certain types of speech. Groups like Anonymous, which has done great work against oppression and injustice too often condoned by society and government, also at times acts extra-constitutionally as judge, jury and executioner. There is tremendous responsibility in that, and great peril as well. Across colleges and universities there are movements to highlight oppressive and offensive speech. That effort is vehemently resisted by the powerful forces benefitting from and supporting oppression. The frustration level pushes one to the point of restricting speech, but that ultimately is a zero sum game.

The effort is never to trade one type of oppression, one oppressor for another. the ideal is to create true revolutionary change, not merely have the oppressed and the oppressors change hats in an endless cycle.

The ideal should be not only justice; but fair, honest and humane justice. It should be equitable and accountable. The system change we champion must be that or we become the oppressors, while the newly oppressed, or those who believe they are oppressed scheme and conspire to overturn the balance.

The same is true for the incarcerated and those who have been incarcerated. What sort of justice and society do we pretend if those who have been sentenced and deemed to have paid their price are forever branded and excised from society. We eschew other cultures for the barbarism of cutting off a hand, or a foot, or putting out eyes, and yet we do the same to those who have been punished. There is no evolution of thought or justice or society. We are the lynch mob on the lawn circa the early 1900s. We are not learning from and evolving out of the relics of the past which have done nothing but perpetuate societal cancers.

Revolutions should be by revolutionaries, striving to create something new with a critical sense of where our common shortcomings exist and where are common strengths lend themselves to actual and demonstrable positive progressive change. anything less shows we are as culpable and guilty and destined to repeat the mistakes and injustices of the past as our reactionary predecessors.


Listen Saturday’s from 11am-1pm to WC Turck, Brian Murray with Jack Hammond and guests on Chicago’s real alternative media, AM1680, Q4 radio, streaming at www.que4.org.
CAM00236WC Turck is an author, artist, playwright and talk radio host in Chicago. He has been called the most dangerous voice on the Left. His new book “A Tragic Fate: is an unflinching look at the events leading up to the shooting down of Malaysia Air Flight 17.” His first novel, “Broken” was recommended by NAMI for its treatment of PTSD. In 2006 he published “Everything for Love,” a memoir of his experiences during the siege of Sarajevo. He wrote and produced two critically acclaimed plays, “Occupy my Heart” and “The People’s Republic of Edward Snowden.” He works with the homeless and foreclosure victims in Chicago. He partners in a weekly radio show dedicated to issues, society and politics with cohost, activist and artist Brian Murray For more information, past shows, videos and articles, visit www.revolutioandbeer.com

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So Long Mustafa. A Great artist passes

An excerpt from “Everything for Love,” WC Turck, available on Amazon and at barnesandNoble.com

Mount Trebevich loomed high above the school and city center. Smoke drifted lazily from the Serbian trenches there. Those trenches could see up and down every street and alley in Sarajevo. They weren’t shooting today, despite the clear weather. They didn’t have to. Fear and unpredictability were as formidable to maintaining the siege as bombs and mines and bullets.
It was dusty and cold inside. The walls were covered with graffiti, so much that it seemed like something of a work in progress, a final assertion of a dying city, or the cynical conscience of the world. The building became a living history of lives that faded like echoes. There were declarations of love, calls to revolution, an homage to Che Guevara, filthy words and phrases in a dozen different languages and scripts. There were sketches, cartoons, Rock bands, rap verses, poetry and bits of prophetic wisdom like:

Ever since Tito died the world has gone to shit!
Elvis


Hasan was waiting for us in one of the first floor sculpture studios. The room was empty. Everything that could be burned had been pilfered. The books, desks and easels were all gone. Hasan looked so forlorn surrounded by that emptiness. He looked up smartly as we entered. His face was filled with worry.
“Where have you two been?” he asked.
“It’s my fault,” I said. “I had to deliver some things to a friend at the hospital and we got held up.”
He said we were late to meet with one of Sarajevo’s premiere artists. His name was Mustafa Skolpjak. He lived in the Academy of Arts building across the river. We hurried across the Princip Bridge, the spot where a young Slav nationalist had assassinated the Austrian archduke Ferdinand in 1914, beginning a series of events precipitating the First World War. The academy was an odd looking building with a prominent silver dome. At a glance it appeared abandoned. The tall windows had been blown out and shells had punctured the dome. The once carefully manicured lawns were overgrown with tangled weeds.
The heavy wooden door groaned loudly on its hinges. For a moment we stood in a narrow channel of daylight, illuminating part of a long staircase to one side, and a dark hallway to the other. We followed the hall past deserted studios to the small office where Mustafa lived.
“So would you like to meet Sarajevo’s greatest artist?” Hasan asked.
“Besides you and Nadja?” I winked, with a grin. He chuckled and said something about going into politics as he knocked at the door.
There was a long pause before a shadow disturbed the sliver of light beneath the door. I had read a good deal about Mustafa in the Press back home and was expecting someone fiery and philosophical, someone who exemplified the defiant persistence of the Sarajevo Arts community. Instead the man who opened the door was rather short and kind of dull. He had a thick, brushy mustache and heavy gray stubble. He smiled broadly when he recognized Hasan, though it seemed a terrific effort for him, as though it was not at all a natural act.
In jeans and a beat up leather jacket, his hair somewhat askew, Mustafa was more like a character from a Kerouac novel than anything else. He was quiet, hardly an egoist like Picasso, and certainly not the swashbuckling sort like Hemingway. At first impression Sarajevo’s greatest living artist was rather mundane.
“You’ve gotten big,” he rubbed Sulejman’s head. He invited us inside, apologizing that he had nothing to offer.
Stepping into the studio was like stepping into a small attic crammed with undreamed of treasures. The air was stale like an attic and filled with dust that hung like constellations among nebulous clouds of cigarette smoke. Midday sun flooded through a translucent sheet of UNHCR plastic covering a small window. The light was quickly scattered by abstract constructions of colored glass collected from around the city. Renderings and small paintings covered the walls or were stacked around the room. To one corner a mattress was braced between two burgeoning file cabinets. A tiny sink was filled with dishes and a pair of socks. Below the sink was the obligatory collection of buckets and jugs. At the end of his cluttered desk was a giant stack of magazines and newspapers from around the world. I mentioned that I read articles about him in America.Mustafa_Skopljak_vertikala
”America,” he pondered. He stroked the stubble of his square jaw. “What do they say for me in America?”
“Mostly how you’ve led Sarajevo’s art scene, and how you’ve triumphed and found inspiration in the war.”
“Hmm,” he considered. “I don’t find inspiration in the war. Other people’s words. I only find survival, but that doesn’t pass the time quite so well, and certainly doesn’t feed the soul.”
“All of these magazines and newspapers have stories about Mustafa,” Hasan motioned to the stack on the desk.
“Amazing,” I said.
Mustafa seemed almost ashamed of the attention. “It was only necessary to destroy a nation and murder two hundred thousand people so that I could become famous.”
We all looked to the window as a shell exploded on the mountain. The long, low rumble could be felt through the floor. It shook free more of that ever-present dust, but there was more to the sound. It made Mustafa’s life and talent so fragile and fleeting. Like every other man in the city he was a soldier, and if the Serbs tried to take the city his celebrity would afford him no special privilege. A single bullet or shell could instantly extinguish his rare gift. The artists of Sarajevo were a brave and resilient bunch, but they were also mortal.
We didn’t stay long at the academy. Mustafa was a private man, and despite his graciousness, our visit was something of an intrusion. Besides I was still suffering from the day before and wanted to go home and take a nap.
Hasan was headed back to school. Sulejman wanted to meet his mother at Markale (pronounced MARK-A-LAY), but Hasan didn’t want him to go there alone. The boy begged me to go with him, but I wasn’t really interested. Hasan could see that I was beat and scolded Sulejman about pestering me. With that Sulejman pouted and complained that he was sick and tired of sitting in the house with nothing to do. Out of sympathy I relented.
The Markale outdoor market filled a small square just off Marshal Tito Street, at a place where the street was at its narrowest. Markale was protected on three sides by the high walls of surrounding buildings. It was more than a market. It was an integral part of the city’s social fabric. Neighbors met to swap news and gossip. That simple function was even more important during the war.
Hardly a year had passed since a Serbian mortar slammed into the market killing sixty-eight, but old habits were hard to overcome. Within days of the attack Sarajevans returned to reclaim the market. As Sulejman and I crossed the street it was already jammed beyond capacity with shoppers, beggars and gawkers. I recalled Serbian assertions that the Bosnians had inflated the number of dead by dragging out cadavers. As packed as the market was on any given day it was a miracle that only sixty-eight had died that day.
Shopping was, of course, a relative term in besieged Sarajevo. People were crowded among the tightly packed tables, ogling a pathetic offering of goods. There were putrid looking chicken and pigeon carcasses, some washes with bleach to kill the smell. Not that it mattered. Even at ten or fifteen marks for a scrawny one the price was well out of reach for most. The NEW YORK TIMES some months earlier had celebrated the falling price of food in the city. Over the summer a pound of beef had plummeted from around a hundred Marks to twenty-five. The paper failed to mention that twenty-five marks represented one or two month’s income for most families. Prices fluctuated wildly with the fighting. A single egg might cost a few Marks in the morning, and go for six or eight or ten by afternoon.
Nadja was at the back of the square, looking over a paltry collection of small vegetables grown in the many war gardens that sprang up around the city. I stepped across the small crater punched by the February shell to reach her. It struck in a corner reflecting the full force of the blast into the square, turning tables and body parts into lethal missiles.
Nadja and Hasan had just been paid for the month with a carton of smuggled Drina cigarettes, or roughly the equivalent of one small chicken. She was haggling over a pile of little potatoes, scrawny carrots and some mangy garlic cloves. I gave Nadja a twenty Mark note, but the old Gypsy woman behind the table complained she couldn’t possibly make change for that. Nadja was a shrewd negotiator and managed enough vegetables to make a pot of soup for the next couple of days. She stuffed the precious goods into her tattered purse and, clutching it tightly, hurried out of the market.
“Did we do good?” I asked.
Nadja nodded. “I’m satisfied.
The street opened to a wide boulevard. Cafes had sprouted along sun drenched sidewalks as an assertion of the city’s undying spirit, as if the war was a distant thing. But reminders of the war were never very far away. There was the shriek of a patrolling NATO warplane, a firefight on the mountain and the grating annoyance of a passing UN tank. Just beyond the fringes of the cafes, where patrons chanced a Mark for a moment of normalcy, disowned refugees and the homeless begged for mercy or some small hope from those who had lost both a long time ago. Only the dead or the insane could truly escape the war, and at every given moment everyone in Sarajevo teetered at the edge of one or the other.

So long, Dear Friend

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A Place for Eternity

There is just one moment I return to again and again. It is October 14th 1994. I think it is around 4 in the afternoon. I am a continent and an ocean from home. Soft blue-gray clouds temper deepening shadows. I am leaning on the rail of the Latin Bridge. I can feel the cold metal of the railing through a sweatshirt and thin jacket. The burned out oriental library overlooks tall and defiant just across the road. The city is still and feels like a painting, rendered in hues akin to the flowing blanket of clouds. The faintest light at the far end of the valley reminds of the waning day. The war is in momentary respite. The silence thunders, rushing into the void, demanding to be remembered. A breeze down the mountain carries the warming scent of wood smoke, weathered stone, pine and the mineral coolness of the Milyatska River trickling beneath my feet. Ana is beside me. Her warm shoulder is touching mine. She is new to me; an undiscovered land. I have known her only a few hours. Each new moment falls like notes in a symphony. I could fall in love with the sound of her voice alone. She falls silent at well, breathing in the chilling air. I am in a dream, curious if she is in fact the answer to my prayers. There is no heaven so perfect. The speculation of a long journey to this moment, searing in my bones and muscles, is realized fully. At the end of every road home awaits, even if it is not the home envisioned. Breathing deeply I resolve one day, when life is exhausted and time used up, that I shall return to this place where I will remain forever standing beside her, my undiscovered land…
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Listen Saturday’s from 11am-1pm to WC Turck, with Jack Hammond and guests on Chicago’s real alternative media, AM1680, Q4 radio, streaming at www.que4.org.
CAM00236WC Turck is an author, artist, playwright and talk radio host in Chicago. He has been called the most dangerous voice on the Left. His new book “A Tragic Fate: is an unflinching look at the events leading up to the shooting down of Malaysia Air Flight 17.” His first novel, “Broken” was recommended by NAMI for its treatment of PTSD. In 2006 he published “Everything for Love,” a memoir of his experiences during the siege of Sarajevo. He wrote and produced two critically acclaimed plays, “Occupy my Heart” and “The People’s Republic of Edward Snowden.” He works with the homeless and foreclosure victims in Chicago. He partners in a weekly radio show dedicated to issues, society and politics with cohost, activist and artist Brian Murray For more information, past shows, videos and articles, visit www.revolutioandbeer.com

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VETTING A REFUGEE LIE

boatpeople1Republicans, like Wisconsin Senator Ron Johnson and Rebublican Governors want to haIt settlement of Syrian refugees in the wake of the Paris attacks. They claim a necessity to fully vet each individual. They are lying. It is the excuse of bigots and bureaucrats. Republicans, the Right and weak-kneed Democrats on the Left merely throw around the idea of vetting Syrian Refugees, but it is a ruse to excuse their personal bias, inaction and lack of conscience.

There is no vetting process for Refugees. There is no process to “vet” a refugee as if they were accepting a position in the NSA, or even applying for a job at Taco Bell. Rarely do refugees have valid identification. That is the definition of Refugee. These are people fleeing burning villages, imminent death most often in a panic. The likelihood they will have carefully packed and carried three forms of ID, school and government records, an itinerary and a list of references is unlikely. Usually those references are either trying to kill them or drive them from their homes, are dead or also a refugee.

Why wasn’t the same panic applied to the estimated 2 million Vietnamese boat people who fled their war torn country in flimsy and overcrowded boats and ships. There were no cries to leave them floundering at sea just in case there was, out of 2 million, a couple of Viet Cong infiltrators. Or Cuban refugees from the Castro regime, who were welcomed in part as a slight because of the political impasse between the US and Cuban governments. Some of those actually went on to commit acts of terrorism against Cuban civilians with the support of the US government, such as Cubana Airlines Flight 455. In the United States some 11 million Undocumented Immigrants are not filtered through some fraudulent “vetting” process, hence the “Undocumented” part. The same was true from German and European refugees after the Second World War, including orphans and Holocaust victims. boat bosnia199507-refugees_1508531i

This wholly new effort to stop Syrian Refugees from being settled in the US, or even receiving nominally humane shelter and treatment as Winter encroaches is rooted in anti-Muslim fear and bigotry. Crime in Muslim communities is far lower than in many other communities. No community is without crime. There are no official statistics, nor should there be, on crime broken down by religion. It should be noted strongly, however, that Muslims are the only group singled out in news stories by their religion. That is, the media specifically mentions religion, unlike headlines describing Catholics, Jews, Hindus or even Atheists. A headline reading “Jew robs bank,” or “”Christian guns down 3 in shooting spree” would cause immediate outrage.


Listen Saturday’s from 11am-1pm to WC Turck, with Jack Hammond and guests on Chicago’s real alternative media, AM1680, Q4 radio, streaming at www.que4.org.
CAM00236WC Turck is an author, artist, playwright and talk radio host in Chicago. He has been called the most dangerous voice on the Left. His new book “A Tragic Fate: is an unflinching look at the events leading up to the shooting down of Malaysia Air Flight 17.” His first novel, “Broken” was recommended by NAMI for its treatment of PTSD. In 2006 he published “Everything for Love,” a memoir of his experiences during the siege of Sarajevo. He wrote and produced two critically acclaimed plays, “Occupy my Heart” and “The People’s Republic of Edward Snowden.” He works with the homeless and foreclosure victims in Chicago. He partners in a weekly radio show dedicated to issues, society and politics with cohost, activist and artist Brian Murray For more information, past shows, videos and articles, visit www.revolutioandbeer.com

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From the Editor: Paris Coverage

Revolution and Beer will not post reports or news items specifically about the attacks. The events of November 13th, 2015 will become fodder for conspiracies, political posturing, bigotry, fear mongering and propaganda. Revolution and Beer has no interest in pandering to such unproductive and regressive perspectives.

It is not a fear of any single group. Revolution and Beer fears no one and no groups. It does hold ultimate contempt for ignorance. In solidarity of freedom of expression we ran just once a Charlie Hebdo cartoon, but vowed not to repeat the publication out of respect for our Muslim friends and neighbors. We have and will continue to confront ignorance and racism of all kinds be it by members of the Islamic, Jewish, Christian or any other religious affiliation. We also stand in full opposition to systems and groups who rely upon or construct or impose oppression on others, regardless of racial make up, or social ideology.

Revolution and Beer will run stories that contrast or frame the debate in its truest light, such as the media’s tendency to focus on one tragedy while ignoring greater tragedy’s, such as the recent slaughter of thousands in Nigeria, or the systemic oppression of Palestinians or the overt racial antagonism against Jews, the mocking of the Black Lives Matter movement, impositions upon a woman’s sovereignty over her own body, LGBTQ rights, the struggle of immigrants world wide or the ghoulish insanity of groups like ISIS, neo-Nazis and white supremacists.

We hope that you understand and support our position. You can find headlines regarding the Paris attack everywhere, we hope that for the most honest and humane perspective you will rely upon Revolution and Beer to carry that torch. We have vowed at Revolution and Beer, and at Que4 Radio in Chicago to be a true alternative to the hyperbole, reactionary reporting and propaganda paraded now as news. We strive to be better, with the longest possible view on events and the broadest possible application of our collective humanity.

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The Paris Judgment

Paris was a turning point on Friday. Certainly this will affect the economic debate in the US presidential election. As I wrote back in May and June, election predictions too far out are dangerous, as they can turn on a dime. The West and the US will edge a bit closer to fascism paraded as security. Europe’s ultra-right wing will be invigorated, and while the West, particularly NATO and the US will appear to take a more aggressive stance against ISIS and its affiliates, like yesterday’s airstrike by US warplanes in Libya, that is merely a matter of competition now between the US and Russia over oil and gas in the Mideast. The US is simply attempting to keep pace and compete with Russia.

Following the French terrorist incident Friday in which at least 129 were killed France found resolve with Russia, paving a new boost in prestige for Russia. Russia, smarting from an attack on an airliner two weeks ago in Egypt is benefitting from a resurgence of nationalism. It is likely, even predictable that a new more powerful rightwing, anti-immigrant and aggressively violent, will grow to prominence across Europe and Russia. This comes at a time when Europe is struggling to cope with hundreds of thousands of predominantly Syrian refugees. The timing of these attacks is hardly coincidental.

The attacks in Paris by ISIS is a rebuke of a renewed assault, now including Russia, but they are also a calculated political move. Europe is already polarizing in the wake of the attacks. That means two forces are attempting to radicalize immigrants and Muslims in Europe as a resurgent rightwing drives division through hate and opportunism. The refugees lay squarely in the middle of that equation. The attacks will also slow or stop progress in addressing the refugee crisis just as winter begins. That will mean a rise in desperation that will drive more violence potentially.

In this country whatever initiative Bernie Sanders and Hillary Clinton may have had will evaporate quickly as fears rise, valid or not, of possible terror attacks within the US going into the holiday season. The narrative will be on security and guns, not economy. The attacks immediately undercut the so-called million student march on pressing economic issues here. Rightwing commentators have already begun describing the #BlackLivesMatter effort as terrorism. This weekend would be dictator Donald Trump capitalized ghoulishly by criticizing the French for gun control laws. He is just the first of what will be a gleeful orgy on the right concerning guns. they will point to France as an example against any sort of reasonable gun legislation.

In fact, French citizens are allowed to own guns. In this country there has been a call for screenings based upon mental illness. French law requires competency exams by a doctor annually, along with a regular check up. The weapons used in this weeks attacks are smuggled into the country illegally. French gangs receive many combat style weapons from the former Yugoslavia where in the aftermath of war unregistered guns still proliferate. It is the same issue facing Chicago’s violence with straw purchases from gun stores ringing the south and west borders of Chicago. One of Friday’s gunmen, Omar Ismail Mostefai, born in France, was a petty criminal with access to illegal weapons before becoming radicalized. The suddenness of attacks and the nature of those attacks would have neutralized any would-be pistol packing party-goer in a dark crowded, loud and confused environment. Furthermore, the attackers were already resolved to die.

The truth is, gun laws in France work. There were just 665 murders in 2012 in France, with a per capita rate of 1 compared with 15,000 and a per capita rate of 5 for the US. The United States has FAA rules and licensing for aircraft, but that did not prevent 9-11, so by the gun lobby’s logic we should close the FAA. To drive a car Americans must have a valid license, which doesn’t stop car thieves.

ISIS is calculating and the West is still reacting blindly. More security undermines democracy and civil liberties. They are shrewdly sowing discord in target countries. Attacks and threats of violence driven by FOX and the right in this country from these attacks will increase pressure on American Muslim and immigrant communities, exactly what ISIS hopes to achieve. They want unrest and division in Europe by enlivening radical rightwing groups and politicians and by polarizing normally reasonable communities. In the US, the Paris attacks fit perfectly to the Republican effort to polarize whites by sowing fear from immigrants and Muslims, since they have all but lost Hispanic, and Black voters.

It remains to be seen how this will turn out. Given the level of narrative and its tolerance by the American people, that does not bode well for civil liberties, the election, civility and democracy in America, in Europe and beyond. Put this one in the win column for ISIS. This was an attack on social and community fault lines, which just became wider and more dangerous. Just like Osama bin Laden and September 11, 2001, the attack was on the crumbling vestiges of democracy and civil society.

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A good friend, who is as crazy about politics as I am asked why I and Que4 radio did not cover any of the Republican presidential debates. Before I answer that, a reality check on some numbers. FOX News, which carried the debate, is forced through various cable deals automatically on 82 million homes in America. 13 million tuned in for this one, 10 million fewer than the first debate. In fact, despite a blitz of coverage on talk radio and the corporate press, the debates are properly characterized as the Anrea Doria of politics. Those numbers also credit FOX even if someone accidentally lands on the network. “Sweetie, I’m trying to find Diners Drive-ins and Dives and I’m on FOX again!”

To center those numbers a bit more, the episode when Den served Angie with divorce papers in BBC One’s East Enders drew 30 million. 40 million in Portugal, a whopping 85% of viewers caught the soccer game between Portugal and the Netherlands. In fact, the telenovela Torre de Babel in Portugal routinely gets double the viewers of this last debate. Wallace and Gromit: A Matter of Loaf and Death, arguably more informative than the debate gets 16 million. here in the greatest nation on earth, MASH scored 125 million for its finale.

But the reason neither I nor Que4 Radio will ever cover the Republican debate is twofold. First, we don’t cover it for the same reason we wouldn’t cover video of a man with no lips attempting to eat an ice cream cone, or the funny faces a dog makes while trying to eat peanut butter, a little people mud wrestling contest or a conversation between flatulence connoisseurs (Its all about the layers).

The second part is that Que4 supports and defends diversity, dignity and respect for all people, and a realization of the broadest possible interpretations and manifestations of personal liberty. we champion our brothers and sisters of every race, religion, gender and sexual identity by standing and shouting against oppression, and that is diametrically opposed to every breath and utterance of every of every single candidate on that stage.


Listen Saturday’s from 11am-1pm to WC Turck, Brian Murray with Jack Hammond and guests on Chicago’s real alternative media, AM1680, Q4 radio, streaming at www.que4.org.
CAM00236WC Turck is an author, artist, playwright and talk radio host in Chicago. He has been called the most dangerous voice on the Left. His new book “A Tragic Fate: is an unflinching look at the events leading up to the shooting down of Malaysia Air Flight 17.” His first novel, “Broken” was recommended by NAMI for its treatment of PTSD. In 2006 he published “Everything for Love,” a memoir of his experiences during the siege of Sarajevo. He wrote and produced two critically acclaimed plays, “Occupy my Heart” and “The People’s Republic of Edward Snowden.” He works with the homeless and foreclosure victims in Chicago. He partners in a weekly radio show dedicated to issues, society and politics with cohost, activist and artist Brian Murray For more information, past shows, videos and articles, visit www.revolutioandbeer.com

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Lazy teachers need a pay cut!

Got your attention? I am about to tell you something that might make you punch the computer. first a few facts and numbers.

We are told that teachers make too much and luxuriate with a plush three month paid vacation, plus spring break, and the holiday break. The average Illinois teacher starts at a base rate of about $37,000 and tops out at an average of around $59,000. many, if not most spend evenings and weekends0 building lesson plans, researching material, grading papers, continuing education, seminars, parent meetings, after school curriculum. I am just skimming the surface, but you get the idea. For their time, and what they contribute to society (The Right drumbeats that it is all about the children) teachers are probably the most underpaid of all public servants.

. Contrast that with the salaries of Illinois State legislatures, who just passed themselves a generous raise, who make $70 grand. By the way, they get half the summer off and, it was announced today, won’t return to work until some time in 2016. Three months plus? Wow, and teachers are overpaid?

Illinois has 59 state senators. Nine more than the US Senate, which represents the entire country. there are 118 state representatives, each pulling $70 big ones, of course while nurturing their real careers, in business, as lawyers and such; ya know, poor and middle class folk like you. of course that $70 Gs doesn’t include a bevy of big boy perks, like a $111 per diem for each session day. i did the math and Jimmy Johns or Subway could cater lunch daily for the entire legislature for about $150 a pay, including chips and soda. what costs $111 a day per? caviar and their own private rickshaw to work everyday? .All total state politicians rack up close to $80k for less time on the job than teachers. And they produce far less!

Compare that with Indiana. where legislatures earn $22,616 annually to 50 senators and 150 reps. Last i looked teachers produce in this state. the same is rarely said of Illinois politicians. But they will tell you the state is broke, except for where their pocket is concerned. they have even posted a website so you can harass your local teacher, as if they were some sort of medieval witch. Meanwhile, while dodging the political bullets of bullies teachers show up everyday for work, stay late and often have to buy resources critical to a child’s learning out of their own pockets. No $111 per diem for teachers. many will continue teaching children through the holiday break, while the bloated and overpaid do-nothings in the Illinois congress enjoy a long, lazy vacation…on your dime.

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Jeb Bush Slays Baby Hitler

Wait, if Jeb Bush killed baby Hitler, there wouldn’t have been World War 2. His dad wouldn’t have been shot down, helping to pave his way to politics, which would have kept his brother out of the Whitehouse, which means Al Gore would have been president, which means September 11th would never have happened because President Gore would have heeded the briefing titled “Bin Laden determined to strike within the…” (Wait), which means we would never have invaded Iraq and instead would have had a national initiative towards green energy and economic reforms, which means no collapse of 2008 (Wait), which means we would have been focused on the environment and learning, which, which means Texas textbooks wouldn’t have Cowboys riding dinosaurs, which means, OH MY GOD! I would be posting this from a vacation pod on the moon while getting the greatest tan in history! Which means “The Martian” with Matt Damon would be a reality show not a movie. Go, Jeb, go! Wait, unless, oh my god, Hitler wasn’t Hitler, but the little baby Schickelgruber, which means that Jeb killed the wrong baby, and World War 2 did happen and…Man, time travel is tricky


Listen Saturday’s from 11am-1pm to WC Turck, Brian Murray with Jack Hammond and guests on Chicago’s real alternative media, AM1680, Q4 radio, streaming at www.que4.org.
CAM00236WC Turck is an author, artist, playwright and talk radio host in Chicago. He has been called the most dangerous voice on the Left. His new book “A Tragic Fate: is an unflinching look at the events leading up to the shooting down of Malaysia Air Flight 17.” His first novel, “Broken” was recommended by NAMI for its treatment of PTSD. In 2006 he published “Everything for Love,” a memoir of his experiences during the siege of Sarajevo. He wrote and produced two critically acclaimed plays, “Occupy my Heart” and “The People’s Republic of Edward Snowden.” He works with the homeless and foreclosure victims in Chicago. He partners in a weekly radio show dedicated to issues, society and politics with cohost, activist and artist Brian Murray For more information, past shows, videos and articles, visit www.revolutioandbeer.com

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