Friday, October 11, 2019

Fuck Columbus

FAQ Columbus            by Genki

Columbus sailed the ocean blue
The trip brought pain & insult too.

They labeled each non-Christian "savage"
Deceit permitted, homes to ravage

Resources stolen, corruptly "borrowed"
Aggressive theft & murder followed

We're taught perverted history:
Before Your "New World" -- mystery...

First Nations raped, survival hellish
Yet mock the dispossessed with relish.

Resist extractive financiers!
Who'd sell our skins for souvenirs.

Communities not yet rebounded
Can't celebrate the mess he founded

We victims still seek crime review
Since fourteen hundred ninety-two.


Thursday, October 10, 2019

Sudden Sayōnara (Nuclear Stupidity)

さようなら (Sayōnara) is Japanese for Goodbye.

Too many people in Japan are essentially captive - not only to natural disasters, but to continuing stupidity that should be criminal. Visitors expecting Rugby World Cup or Tokyo Olympic adventures must also recognize threats: typhoon, earthquake, fires, tsunami, flooding, diseases, stupidity...

Consider the continuing fallout from the 2011 Tōhoku earthquake & tsunami -- a high-cost super-disaster not yet over.

The TEPCO (東京電力 Tokyo Electric Power Company) nuclear accident at their Fukushima Daiichi Nuclear Power Plant in Ōkuma, Fukushima Prefecture was preventable: Significant human error was largely responsible (link). The Onagawa Nuclear Power Plant (女川原子力発電所) was closer to the earthquake epicenter, exposed to similar stresses, yet shutdown successfully (different operator = Tohoku Electric Power Company). Somehow, TEPCO escaped justice & has evaded responsibility to wholly pay for ongoing fallout. "Fukushima" is a damaged brand outside the TEPCO service area. The local governments and towns that allowed TEPCO reactor construction are depopulated due to mandatory evacuation (Fukushim'sa nuclear plants are outside TEPCO's service area). In the worst-hit Red Zone, TEPCO uses euphemism: "Difficult-to-return zone, 帰還困難区域" = Death Zone. Nobody speaks of corruption. 

People still need to move around the damaged region. The Fukushima Nukeway (link) is a portion of the Jōban Expressway (常磐自動車道) passing through the irradiated zone. Fourteen months after opening, disaster struck during Japan's Golden Week travels (4 May 2016): a car collided head-on with a bus in the radiation danger zone (link). The 40 bus passengers, including children, waited two hours without masks on the radiation-zone roadside for treatment / rescue; the car passengers died at the spot. 

Problems are widespread everywhere, but you likely don't hear the worst of Japan's embarrassments. Typhoon Hagibis (台風19号) hit Japan this week, and killed around 70 people. Does that number include the Fukushima lady dropped 40 meters during helicopter rescue (link)? At least one Tokyo evacuation center turned away homeless people during the storm, threatening lives -- and not very kind (two such people survived, link). It's too little, too late when many people now are sorry about such incidents.

The lesson here is simple: Japan can't take care of you. Enjoy the beautiful countryside, great people, rich culture, but beware of Japan's many repeated disasters. You must PREPARE - or prepare to die. 





 

Wednesday, October 09, 2019

America Bombs Hawai'i

Many Hawaiian cultural properties on lands under control of the US military are by definition under threat

Damage from the extensive test-bombing at Pohakuloa is not independently monitored.

US Army Garrison Pōhakuloa consists of more than 133,000 acres (the size of Guam). Most land was "appropriated" under presidential Executive Order # 11167, but 22,971 acres are leased by the Federal Government to 16 Aug 2029 (they paid $1 for 65 years, and trash the land).


Saturday, October 05, 2019

Science in Hawai'i


Local scientific emergencies outweigh far-off pie in the sky !



Friday, October 04, 2019

Ignoring Scientific Needs

Clobbering the Hawaiian community over "science" overlooks the social science of colonial oppression & state-sponsored aggression, the clinical psychosis of ethnic cleansing, and the annual Ig Nobel Prizes for improbable research. 

Science offers challenge & opportunities beyond another monster telescope. 

In respect to Moku o Keawe, how about the epidemiology of rat lungworm (parasitic nematode Angiostrongylus cantonensis) or controlling the fungal blight killing native 'ōhi'a trees? Beware malignant logic crafted by Colonial Administrators.

In other words, Hawai'i's telescope supporters studiously ignore acute local scientific emergencies in favor of far-away pie in the sky... Science-loving TMT supporters should help tourists understand mucus from infected snails can be in the water or on vegetables, and lead to meningitis. Basic scientific information and public health are poor.


 

Tuesday, October 01, 2019

Orange Shirt Day?

September 30 each year is "Orange Shirt Day" - begun in Canada to direct attention at indigenous boarding schools and the brutal force of church & state domination.

[ From orangeshirtday.net ] September 30th, annual Orange Shirt Day, recognizes how the residential school system harmed children's self-esteem, and seeks to ensure everyone around us matters. The story in Phyllis Jack Webstad's own words: "I went to the Mission for one school year in 1973/1974. I had just turned 6 years old. I lived with my grandmother on the Dog Creek reserve. We never had very much money, and there was no welfare, but somehow my granny managed to buy me a new outfit to go to the Mission school. I remember going to Robinson’s store and picking out a shiny orange shirt. It had string laced up in front, and was so bright and exciting – just like I felt to be going to school!

When I got to the Mission, they stripped me, and took away my clothes, including the orange shirt! I never saw it again. I didn’t understand why they wouldn’t give it back to me, it was mine! The color orange has always reminded me of that and how my feelings didn’t matter, how no one cared and how I felt like I was worth nothing. All of us little children were crying and no one cared. I was 13.8 years old and in grade 8 when my son Jeremy was born. Because my grandmother and mother both attended residential school for 10 years each, I never knew what a parent was supposed to be like. With the help of my aunt, Agness Jack, I was able to raise my son and have him know me as his mother. I went to a treatment centre for healing when I was 27 and have been on this healing journey since then.

I finally get it, that the feeling of worthlessness and insignificance, ingrained in me from my first day at the mission, affected the way I lived my life for many years. Even now, when I know nothing could be further than the truth, I still sometimes feel that I don’t matter. Even with all the work I’ve done! I am honored to be able to tell my story so that others may benefit and understand, and maybe other survivors will feel comfortable enough to share their stories.