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This is the anti-Astra blog. Published in loving remembrance of the Hill Street Penal League. "We come to you as the myth."
For the five years since 9/11, we have been in the dark in this country. This president has held detainees in secret prisons and had them secretly tortured using secret legal justifications. Those held in secret at Guantanamo Bay include innocent men, as do those who have been secretly shipped off to foreign countries and brutally ortured there. That was a shame on this president.
But passage of the new detainee legislation will be a different sort of watershed. Now we are affirmatively asking to be left in the dark. Instead of torture we were unaware of, we are sanctioning torture we'll never hear about. Instead of detainees we didn't care about, we are authorizing detentions we'll never know about. Instead
of being misled by the president, we will be blind and powerless by our own choice. And that is a shame on us all.
"A little patience, and we shall see the reign of witches pass over, their spells dissolve, and the people, recovering their true sight, restore their government to its true principles." - Thomas Jefferson
Exactly 45 years ago in the night from August 12 to August 13, 1961 thousands of soldiers and policeman had blocked off the Soviet sector from the rest of
Today this war is history. On my bike rides I cross the border between former East and
Today my roommate and I followed the line across the city with our bikes. We passed a lot of pieces of the original wall that are scattered across town. Most of them are part of memorials or are protected as pieces of art. The memorials are impressive and silent witnesses of a past period. We passed museums that address different issues related to the separated
Even though I grew up in the former Eastern part of Germany I have problems to imagine that a lot of people paid with their lifes trying to cross this line that I cross several times a day on my way to work or on my way to see a friend. I have had the strong desire to write this post for a while now because I witness the same thing every single weekend: The park a block from my house is called the “Mauerpark” – the “wall park.” It used to be a part of the so-called death strip behind the wall. Instead of soldiers with machine guns, barbed wire, mines, and observation platforms you can watch parents smiling along with their kids, people playing soccer and music – today there even was a guy with a drum set – friends grilling sausages and drinking beer, dogs all over, people reading and talking in all kinds of languages, and lovers enjoying the sun.
When it gets dark all these people go home crossing the cobblestone-snake that runs through the park, in one or the other direction just to come back the next weekend. How bizarre must all this be for people who stood infront of the wall 20 years ago dreaming to get across it in the hope for a better life…I really hope people will learn.