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June 16, 2010

The DNA of British Petroleum

History. The accomplishment of history. The initial excitement. Until a culture was way beyond the excitement of firsts. Way beyond the excitement. Until the world was in upheaval. And seeing evils on display.

Survival. In the English speaking world. The world based on capitalism. With class distinctions, based in large part on education. This British culture. And the deceit of the Brits. Not unlike the Russian deceit finally on display at Chernobl, which had brought down communism.

The news events this week. About Bloody Sunday. Or British Petroleum. The culture. And the economic systems which America had inherited. These people whom Americans had broken with.

The BBC reported yesterday, “Lord Saville’s report into the Bloody Sunday killings raises the possibility of criminal prosecutions for offences ranging from perjury to murder.” Yeah, the BBC which never had reported on the truth in the north of Ireland. The BBC which was the propaganda arm of the British government in power.

The deceit. How long has it been going on? Thirty-eight years, when it came to the story of Bloody Sunday. In Ulster. Over human rights. Legalized terrorism against the Irish.

Brendan Behan said that the only distinction between what was felt a terrorist in the north of Ireland –or any terrorist– and any modern government was the size of the bomb. To prop up a government, in the name of survival, on a false economic system. Read Hitler’s Beneficiaaries by Götz Aly. With the use of falsehoods by government to prop up a system.

The God of Britain, with class distinctions, based in large part on skin color. Or place of origin. The God of Britain that set slavery in action. The complicity of the English concept of the 16th century God which allowed slavery. To build an empire.

The God of Britain that allowed slavery on these shores long ago. The danger in our British DNA. Brits and Americans judging just who it is that are terrorists. The God of Britain that allowed Bloody Sunday. The same God of Britain which allowed the passage of legislation of the Patriot’s Act, in the United States. At airports all over the world, God of Britain which searched air travelers. Based on their concepts of God. The God of Britain which went to war in Iraq. In the prevailing secular world of the media, in the English speaking world, with a world in upheaval, with God otherwise now subtracted from the equation.

The deceit. Of Russians at Chernobyl, which had brought down communism. Or the deceit of presidents and Congress bailing out capitalism. To prop up the class distinctions on Wall Street. When government lied, to prop up a system. With a righteous God sacrificed from the equation.

The deceit of the British. On display in the 1972 report of Bloody Sunday by Lord Widgery, which accused the 14 victims in Derry’s Bogside on 30 January 1972 of firing weapons or handling bombs. Bloody Sunday. After a 38-year struggle for truth and justice for those fourteen unarmed civilians shot dead by the Parachute Regiment in Derry, the Bloody Sunday Saville Report, concluding based upon facts that none of the 14 dead was carrying a gun, no warnings were given, no soldiers were under threat and the troops were the first to open fire, was that British soldiers had lied to the inquiry. Throughout the 5,000-page tribunal’s report was the use of the term “unjustifiable,”with the report’s unequivocal conclusion that the shootings were “unjustified.” The 14 deaths propelled a generation of nationalists into the Provisional IRA, with the annual Orangemen of the north on parade, to celebrate their dominance in the culture. Tory prime minister David Cameron announced the findings and apologized on behalf of the British state. No comment was apparently made of the ensuing cost to house the British army in the north of Ireland for the generation which followed.

Oh, father why are you so sad
On this bright Easter morn’
When Irish men are proud and glad
Of the land that they were born?

Oh, son, I see in mem’ries few
Of far off distant days
When being just a lad like you
I joined the IRA.

Where are the lads that stood with me
When history was made?
A Ghra Mo Chroi, I long to see
The boys of the old brigade.

Last night I had a happy dream,
for the sight that I did see;
I dreamt again I saw “the Ten”
and they’d set the Six Counties free.

Now we can’t forget those Troubled years,
they’re kept in memory fresh;
Of those brave young men who gave their lives
behind the walls of Long Kesh;

Where are the lads that stood with me
When history was made?
A Ghra Mo Chroi, I long to see
The boys of the old brigade.

And now, my boy, I’ve told you why
On Easter morn’ I sigh,
For I recall my comrades all
And dark old days gone by.

I think of men who fought in glen
With rifle and grenade.
May heaven keep the men who sleep
From the ranks of the old brigade.

With the danger in our British DNA, the Brits and Americans still judging. Deferring to British Petroleum and their profit motives, letting BP judge just who has mobility in this world, and who it is that was free men or slaves.

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