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cover photo by Tom Martinez
back image by BAMN
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Some of the only eyewitness written accounts of the early Spanish-occupied Americas, including almost all that we know about Columbus in America, are the works of Dominican priest Bartolome de Las Casas (1484-1566), a sort of Saint Paul who came to the Americas as an enslaver and encomienda holder before realizing how horrible the whole Conquest was and working tirelessly for the rest of his life to improve the lives of natives, while writing about the Americas and collecting the works of Columbus and others so the stories would not be lost. Las Casas’ writings detail the savage brutality of the invading Europeans, the idyll of the natives before the Conquest, and who should be credited what: ‘It surprises me that the admiral’s [Columbus’] son,’ Las Casas wrote, ‘Hernando, who is such a wise man, did not notice how Americo Vespucci usurped the glory of his father, especially since he had documentary proof of it, as I know he does.’
He didn’t pull punches either, writing of the early Conquest, ‘The Christian’s work consisted in keeping the Indians there [in the mines] by force, in beating them and in lacking pity.’
He also wrote about what must arguably be the first European police force in the Americas: ‘[The Spanish] treated the Indians with such rigor and inhumanity that they seemed the very ministers of Hell, driving them day and night with beatings, kicks, lashes and blows and calling them no sweeter name than dogs. The Spaniards then created a special police to hunt them back because mistreatment and intolerable labor led to nothing but death and the Indians, seeing their companions die, began escaping into the woods.’
Among Las Casas’ works is History of the Indies which was published in three volumes – only one of which has ever been translated into English. The last publication of this translation by Andree M. Collar was published by Harper & Row (now Harper Collins) in 1971. The book is widely available in used editions (one can procure a new edition for around $400), but what of the untranslated two volumes – would these stories of early America in what is now Cuba, Haiti, the Dominican Republic, and Caribbean islands ever be available for English readers? Are American English readers even interested in Las Casas’ writings?
The publishers were unhelpful. Harper Collins said they weren’t publishing The History anymore and referred me to Penguin, who only publishes Las Casas’ A Short Account of the Destruction of the Indies, which is a must read for America studies, but is not History of the Indies.
Since the publishers seemed uninterested and uninteresting, I reached out to Larry Clayton, Professor Emeritus of History at the University of Alabama, and author of Bartolome de las Casas: A Biography (2012) and other works.
Professor Clayton responded eloquently:
You’ve got it all right on the three volume Historia de las Indias by Las Casas. Collar’s translation is the only one I know of, and it was only partial.
There are lots of editions/translations of the Brief History of the Destruction of the Indies. It was very popular with Spain’s Protestant competitors for empire! The Brief History is indeed different from the History of the Indies, but, on the other hand, it was largely drawn and/or extracted from the larger work.
I agree. We need a good, annotated English translation of the History of the Indies. Along with one or two other accounts, it is among the basic resources for the early history of the Conquest/Encounter.
Professor Clayton urged that Las Casas ‘continues to interest readers – professional and otherwise’ and mentioned several major projects about Las Casas that he is currently involved with.
Another scholar I sought out was Nigel Griffin, retired from the Faculty of Medieval and Modern Languages at the University of Oxford and writer of many works, who agreed that ‘It has never been translated. Considering it is the base text for the early history of European presence in the Americas, that is extraordinary’ – and who was far ahead of me. Not only had Griffin himself translated a third of History of the Indies for UCLA’s Repertorium Columbianum series, but he had delivered a keynote lecture at a 2009 conference in which he had addressed the subject directly – not only the lack of an English translation, but the Why.
From his keynote lecture: ‘Oddly, considering it is by common consent the most complete and most important early account of the Indies and of Columbus’s life, and was written by a man who knew Columbus and was an eye-witness to many of the events he recounts, it [History of the Indies] has still not been translated into other major world languages, even into English. This is, I think, a clear indictment of academic systems on both sides of the pond which today set more store by shallow theoretical posturing and unscholarly debate founded on sand than they do by the unsexy bedrock apprenticeship that comes from handling, editing, translating, and making available crucial primary sources.’
Or, in short, Griffin explains: ‘Not sexy enough.’
But, I protested, wouldn’t a publisher want to publish the volumes because they would sell, given the importance of Las Casas to the Americas and the general public interest in the topic and him? And a publisher could fund the translator/translation. Am I missing something?
‘Yes,’ Griffin responded, ‘I think you are missing something. Three things in fact.
‘First, current priorities in the university sector, which encourage young academics to publish regularly. These mean that long-term projects, however commendable from the point of view of scholarly usefulness, are unlikely to secure the author tenure or promotion. It took me two years to establish a critical text of the parts of Las Casas’s History that I had selected in consultation with the editor of the Repertorium, and then a further 18 months to translate them. To me that was immaterial, as I already had job security.
Second, those same senior academics who lay down the rules for promotion etc. have tended and still tend to favour interpretation and theoretical posturing over ‘old-fashioned’ scholarship and the hard-earned skills of deciphering manuscript texts, editing them, and presenting them free of messy theoretical input.
And third … the necessary skills are in short supply. You need a training in 15th and 16th-c. Spanish and Portuguese literature, history, and philology; a good grasp of classical rhetoric; a knowledge of Columbus’s own eclectic reading habits; some sense of theology; and, of course, experience in reading LC’s manuscripts. A clear indication of how short the supply of such basic skills is can be gleaned from the fact that the most exhaustive recent edition of LC is riddled with transcription errors even though the editor is himself Spanish.’
Las Casas wrote in History of the Indies, ‘The whole world knows and admits this lamentable annihilation of so many people; even those who never set foot in the Indies know it, for it is notoriously and justly famous, but the truth of what actually happened was greater than any account one can make of it.’
He admits the limitations of his account and of all accounts while still striving to make an account of it anyway. The whole world should know of the lamentable annihilation of so many people. Of course the publishers and universities and professors have not gotten together to conspire to keep these un-translated texts hidden – they didn’t have to, and is that notorious or justly famous?
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The Day They Razed Our Town.
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first loves and last,
watching your alma mater wrecking balled.
The Day They Razed Our Town
Sophia Sara Bednarczyk
It Was Me
Taking Short or, I Love You, Chelsea Manning
Bedford & First
Mr. Drunk Driver
Jesus used to watch me.
Handjob at the Beach
Christmas Needs To Come Early This Year
House On Fire
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NSA Listening Party started with the writing of charity case’s song “the only one,” and with these lyrics:
they’ve got my calls and letters recorded since i was born
sometimes i say ‘hello’ or write them but they never write back
they’ve got all kinds of ways to make you think you’re the only one
and i won’t be the only one
We wondered: who else would join us in a musical reaction to the Snowden leaks and the beginning of the unmasking of the surveillance state?
With Brooklyn For Peace, we found 14 artists, all but 2 Brooklyn-based.
We wanted the content and attitude and perspective of the album to be true to Roger Waters’ promise: “If I’m in I’ll tell you / What’s behind the wall.” If you find out even an inkling of what’s happening, let everyone know.
Giosafari affirms the role of the artist in his song “Sing At the Top of Your Lungs”:
What’s the reason in the schools the arts are first to go?
Well, you know, it’s we the artists’ job always to show
the way things are; we artists must choose never to ignore
the violence, incompetence, injustice, endless war.
John Munnelly sings of the mental madness of being held back from knowledge:
Life today has too much dis-information
distract and distort from the ills in our nation
feel dis-empowered, have a sense of frustration
‘bout things they don’t want us to know
Dave Lippman seems confident and hopefully not quixotic in his tribute “The Interdictedcalle”:
Arise ye pris’ners of surveillance
Arise phone callers of the earth
For Google swipes your information
Of privacy there is a dearth
And Spiritchild is on lyrical fire with “Surveillance Society (Free Tarek)”:
Beyond tap phones and emails.
Coded text red flags And details.
They don’t need that.
They’ll take your grandma if she utters the fact “something wrong” Handcuffs slap clap.
. . . . .
We good at letter writing we good at freedom fighting.
This song is my post card stamped delivered.
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auld lang syne
should old acquaintance we kissed on the constance be forgot
and never brought then danced through to mind
should old acquaintance have yourself a mention be forgotten
and days of auld land though i know i sang syne
for auld lang syne, here comes the jacket my dear
for auld lang syne what are you doing
we’ll take a cup o new years eve kindness yet
later on we’ll see
what you are doing
came in eighteen to the night as we dream by
i’ve got a feeling little christmas you to face unafraid the
so happy christmas question in advance and days of auld
i love you, baby new year’s though glory days have gone
i can see a better time fire some true and our youth
when all our dreams plans that we’ve made more i’ll light your cigarette
when the band finished wonderland got on a lucky one
they howled for syne
sinatra was swinging have come and gone
all the drunks they passed its prime
christmas at midnight
christmas at midnight
bled, this Christmas Day,
christmas wrapping tableclothes
seems like old times
it is a good omen that
do you hear what i hear?
the bells on christmas day
when the bells all ring and the horns all blow
christmas day is in our grasp
possibilites to make
burden of past years has
out of the air can reach
wake up. it’s christmas
To each I wish a happy Christmas
To each I wish a happy Christmas
maybe I’m crazy to suppose
men and women so
tore open the shutters and threw up the sash
while visions of sugar
wondered whose arms will hold you good and tight.
Stern test. Our past will. When it’s exactly
twelve o’clock that night
danced in their heads.
Away to the window
And the couples we know are fondly kissing.
He had a broad face
gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below
to those cut off from
out of a thousand invitations
but I heard him.
And mamma in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,
there arose such a clatter.
In case I stand one little chance
and I laughed
the moon among the missing. Then
giving a nod. Ooh, but I thought I’d
ask you just the same.
At holiday times there was more
holidays because everybody gave
up the shutters in the evening.
with a smile, and then
work as usual,
their getting married.
clear the snow from the roof.
kept away all the snow;
He gave the right to for the law was given they had heard and no one has ever seen God, made him known. and gone into heaven, the she.
This is how the birth of Jesus in those days Ceasar Augustus should be taken to see this thing that has happened be married to Joseph, but before the entire Roman world.
This was while Quirinius was through the Holy Spirit.
So Joseph also went up from Judea, to Bethlehem the Mary and Joseph, and the baby David.
There came a man who was what is conceived in her is from witness to testify concerning that when angels had left them are to give him the name Jesus, himself was not the light; he came another.
“Let’s go to Bethlehem and light every man.”
So they hurried off and found Immanuel.
Yet to all who received him, to them.
But become children of God – children shepherds returned, glorifying and he gave him the name Jesus. seen, which were just as they had.
Christ came about.
His mouth and the Word was with God decision or a husband’s will, but they came together. made his dwelling among us.
The Word became flesh and who came from the Father; without him nothing was life was the light of men.
He cries out saying, “This his, an angel of the Lord appeared understood, who comes after me has surpassed me because he was before me not be afraid to take of his grace we have all received one blessing after another. through Moses; grace and truth through Jesus Christ. but God the One and Only who is at the Father’s side.”
from God; his name was Joe the Holy Spirit. She will give. But the angels said to unlight, so that through him all because he will save his people that will be for all the people. only as a witness to the light.
he is Christ the Lord. to the world. what the Lord has said through in cloths and lying in a man, and the Word was God. give birth to son. and the world was made through with us.
and they were terrified and she gave birth to bring you good news of great joy manger, because there the town of Nazareth in Galilee David a Savior has been to you to the house and line of you.
You will find the baby wrapped to be married to him and came for the baby to be born.
Mary was pledged to birth a son, and you in the beginning was the Word to be with child from their sins.
He was with God in the beginning righteous man and did not her quietly. the prophet. Through him all things were call him made.
In him was life, and that darkness, but the darkness has not spared him in a dream, because he belonged til she gave birth to a son.
And there were shepherds livin flocks at night.
Boulevardiers: The Greenpoint Oil Spill
One week in New York City, 2006. A small group of broke gentrifiers and undocumented immigrants working doggie daycare at a glorified kennel. Some of them live atop the Greenpoint Oil Spill. They demonstrate, consummate, levitate, infuriate. Chasing the New York dream, chased by the American nightmare. Part of the Brooklyn Historical Society’s collection.
Hundreds of people gathered in Union Square on Sunday, May 18th, in support of and solidarity with Cecily McMilan, the Occupy Wall Street protester who was recently found guilt of assaulting a police officer for protecting herself when a police officer sexually assaulted her. Cecily is due to be sentenced on May 19th, facing 2-7 years. Supporters in Union Square demanded with chants ‘No justice no peace! / Cecily must be released!’
The Rude Mechanical Orchestra played a series of songs and led chants, before the People’s Court used actual testimony from the court proceedings, as well as information that was disallowed by the judge, to show how clearly innocent Cecily was, and therefore deserves no jail sentence at all. Chants of ‘Innocent! Innocent! Innocent!’
Cecily’s caretaker spoke of how ‘being a mother is political,’ thanked Occupy and everyone assembled for standing with Cecily, and reminded us that ‘a revolution starts in your own home, in your own family, in your bed, in your heart.’
The event as organized showed the kind of intersectionality and solidarity necessary to build movements. The Stop Mass Incarceration Network sent out the event to their supporters and tabled; Copwatch Patrol Unit (CPU) was also there to speak reminding us to ‘continue to fight for justice’ for all abused by police brutality; as well as a member of Black Veterans For Social Justice who said ‘We are calling for Cecily to be released tomorrow on Malcolm X’s birthday!’
Chants of ‘Our passion for freedom / is stronger than their prisons!’ Then chants of ‘No justice no peace! / Cecily must be released!’ mixed with singing ‘Which side are you on? Which side are you on?’
Afterwards anyone from the crowd was encouraged to speak out about their experiences with the criminal injustice system, the prison system, and with police brutality.
Nearby supporters of the Zapatistas had organized their own rally in support of Zapatistas in Chiapas, and people elsewhere in Mexico, who are being run off their lands, kidnapped, and murdered by drug traffickers and para-militaries while the Mexican government turns a blind eye and deaf ear. The McMilan organizers asked the Zapatistas to come speak out to the crowd assembled in support of Cecily, and two Zapatista women spoke of what was happening in Mexico, and sang a short Zapatista song.
Cecily’s letter from prison in Rikers, read by a supporter, quoted Eugene Debs: ‘While there is a soul in prison I am not free.’ Which side are you on?
Free University in Madison Square Park. Five or six classes going on at the same time in various locations on various benches marked with a flag labeled ‘A’ or ‘B’ and so on. We attend ‘Student Activism at CCNY in the 1930s: Lessons for Today’ with former student activist Carol from the Professional Staff Congress at City University of New York (PSC-CUNY). Carol has archived many fascinating images and stories on the Virtual New York City website.
Carol spoke about the many large student actions through the 1930s, many of which were the first such actions by students in the country. She spoke about the National Student League which formed in 1931. Over the hour that Carol spoke she painted a vivid portrait of a time of great activism and public awareness of public problems and the role of the government in purposefully carrying out actions and policies that hurt people. She spoke of CUNY’s President Frederick B. Robinson, who persecuted students for political beliefs and expressions without relent, and among many repressive actions invited an official delegation of Italian fascist students representing Mussolini to honor the fascists on October 9, 1934. At the assembly with the Italian fascists the student audience rebelled and made their displeasure heard and felt; a fist-fight broke out on the stage; another couple dozen students were expelled, not unusual for Robinson’s administration. One expelled student, late in his life, had told Carol that ‘that was the best day of my life.’
One of the audience members spoke of how during lulls in activism, like the last forty years, activists still need to struggle and to present to the world possibilities for changes that could be made, to keep the radical imagination alive in public consciousness.
In Union Square there were thousands assembled and assembling. A large portion of them were immigration activists advocating ‘ICE Free NYC’ and ‘Legalization for all’ and ‘Stop the Deportations.’ Elsewhere in the park were Occupy folks, Nestora Salgado activists, anti-charter school people, $15 minimum wage activists, Hammer & Sickle flags, Bob Avakian’s RevCom members…
On Broadway we saw the myriad horns that must be the Rude Mechanical Orchestra and followed them and hundreds of others to The Children’s Place, where activists used the People’s Mic to talk about how The Children’s Place brand clothing was one of the main brands made at the Rana Plaza factory that collapsed in ‘the deadliest disaster in the history of the global garment industry.’ The People’s Mic said that they had visited the home of The Children’s Place CEO, Jane Elfers, to deliver their demand that the company pay compensation to the families of the workers killed in the collapse – 1,138 people, and 2,500 were injured. So they decided to deliver their demand to a store location of The Children’s Place, the one on Broadway & 16th St.
A few activists went into the store, followed by a stream of police. Out on the sidewalk we all chanted ‘From Bangladesh to NYC / Worker solidarity!’ before they emerged from the store and we crossed over into the northern end of the park to end the tour. The action was the end of the Immigrant Worker Justice Tour organized by Immigrants Occupy NYC.
The marches left from the south end of the park. We intended to march with those heading west on 14th St. who intended to stop at various fast food places and show support and solidarity with the workers inside. But somehow we ended up in the march going east on 14th St. then south town 1st and over to 2nd and finally down to Foley Sq. A permitted and heavily police monitored march. Police on their police-dirtbikes (or whatever they are) lining the outside of the march between marchers and traffic; police at every street directing traffic; police on foot in the street and on the sidewalks; police in a suit played the part usually played by march organizers by instructing us to not get separated and move along which of course made us not want to do that; police everywhere looking like they wanted the march to end as soon as possible so they could go home. To be so heavily surveilled and monitored for expressing political ideas gives the impression that the marchers are the ones who commit the most violence and harm in the society. What protester ever shot Kimani Grey? What protester ever invaded Vietnam? What protester ever dropped an atom bomb?
The news on May Day always has actions in countries like Thailand and Venezuela and India that make a march in NYC look like a power-sanctioned park-walk. But the marchers showed up. Made beautiful inspiring artwork to express the often repressed and oppressed and intangible longings for self-determination and equality: posters, signs, sculptures, banners, costumes. And of course the endless newspapers and flyers and leaflets; and the music of percussion everywhere, as well as a Rara band. On the brink of environmental destruction, ever-present nuclear catastrophe, the millions of deportations, the drones, they’ve got a weekly kill list meeting for Christ’s sakes – how could one not want to get out and try to do something to get involved on the good side of things? On May Day I love everyone as I do every day, but I love those who can and do decide to come out just a little more because they are here with me, trying to do something to make something better. The best of May Day comes the next day and the days after when the people who marched and the people who saw the march get together and organize something worth celebrating.
$1.2 billion in ammunition will be wasted by the military. ‘Wasted’ is not the correct word. It is their word. Those were bullets meant for the Godless bodies of the enemy. ‘Wasted’ would not be our word. Perhaps ‘sacrificed’ would be our word. Sacrificed to Molech. Sacrificed to the opposite of labor’s purpose and promise of improving ourselves and others. Sacrificed so that it might not be spent on empowering things for people.
From Orwell’s 1984:
The essential act of war is destruction, not necessarily of human lives, but of the products of human labor. War is a way of shattering to pieces, of pouring into the stratosphere, or sinking in the depths of the sea, materials which might otherwise be used to make the masses too comfortable, and hence, in the long run, too intelligent. Even when weapons of war are not actually destroyed, their manufacture is still a convenient way of expending labor power without producing anything that can be consumed. A Floating Fortress, for example, has locked up in it the labor that would build several hundred cargo ships. Ultimately it is scrapped as obsolete, never having brought any material benefit to anybody, and with further enormous labors another Floating Fortress is built. In principle the war effort is always so planned as to eat up any surplus that might exist after meeting the bare needs of the population.
Handout received this sad news from filmmaker CJ Gardella, regarding the death of professor and film collector Gene Stavis, who was interviewed by Handout in 2012. CJ sent this memoriam in Gene’s honor.
My dear friend Gene Stavis has passed away. I regret sharing this news, but want to take a moment to share a little about him for those that knew him or maybe didn’t.
He LOVED film. He discovered a lost student film by Orson Welles at a library in Greenwich, CT. called “The Hearts of Age.” He confronted him over the phone while he was at a hotel in Las Vegas, “excuse me Mr. Welles, I have a film that belongs to you.” Welles: “It’s a fake, burn it.” Gene: “But Mr. Welles, you’re in it.” He worked with Henri Langlois at the Cinémathèque Francais in the 1970’s. Langlois asked him, “Stavis? Is that short for something?” Gene: “Stavisky.” The name of the notorious French gangster immortalized by Jean-Paul Belmondo. Langlois: “I knew there was a reason I hired you.” Gene served as the American representative for the cinémathèque and travelled with Langlois while he was in the states to accept his honorary Oscar. Gene got to meet the likes of Jean Renoir, Fritz Lang, Alfred Hitchcock, Groucho Marx and many more. He said Parisians would often take he and Langlois for brothers. Gene would screen movies in his apartment from his collection of 2000 16mm film prints for everyone; a screening of “The 5000 Fingers of Dr. T.” for the kids in the building or a print of “Little Caesar” for Douglas Fairbanks Jr. He was the end all of film knowledge and above that he was one of the most earnest, standup human beings I’ve had the privilege of knowing for the past 12 years. Our friendship began with Ernst Lubitsch. He showed me every Lubitsch print he had in his collection, including “Broken Lullaby” Lubitsch’s only foray into drama and allegedly James Dean’s first onscreen appearance. From there we became fast friends. We worked together to put legs under the SVA Theatre, Gene’s own cinémathèque!! His love was sharing films before an audience. It was his passion. He loved the splash of the movie studio logo on the red curtains as they parted to reveal the screen. He enabled me to make my own movies and fed me lunch and showed me movies when I was broke. I love the man and will miss him dearly. It’s not often that someone of such genuine originality and humor comes down the pike. He was a person of great humanity and wisdom.
Above picture: Gene (center) with Langlois & director George Stevens.