February 13, 2011

Internationalize the Amazonia?

Below is an insightful response from the Brazilian Minister of Education, Buarque, better known as a poet, composer and musician. In a visit to an US university, Chico Buarque was asked about the possibility of ‘internationalise’ the Amazonia. His response highlights the complexity of the issue, the powers in play, the threatened sovereignty of nations and the double standards applied when deciding on these issues. It also reveals a humanist approach, honesty and wisdom of a government minister such as Chico Buarque.

Internationalize the Amazonia?

Brazil’s Amazon basin, some 360 million hectares cleaved by the world’s largest river, the Amazon, whose 80,000 kilometers in length is equal to the distance between New York and Berlin, holds the planet’s greatest biodiversity reserve. This unique, complex, exceptional ecosystem is a colossal Patrimony of Humanity. Should it be internationalized?

Cristováo Buarque

During a debate in a US university over four years ago, a young US ecologist asked Cristóvão Buarque, then the Workers Party governor of the Federal District of Brasilia and currently Brazil’s minister of education, about his ideas on internationalizing the Amazonia, so often described as the “lung of humanity.” It was then and still is a theme strongly sustained in Washington’s power circles.

The young man said he hoped Buarque would answer with the vision of a humanist rather than of a Brazilian. What he got was a response that was both Brazilian and humanist, one as valid and timely today as it was four years ago. As increasingly happens with such important and surprising messages, it has been repeated on various Internet pages, accompanied by the implicit digital sign, “pass it on,” it’s for everyone. Hundreds of groups, organizations, institutions and publications that present alternative ideas to today’s “single thinking,” most of them outside the United States, have already reproduced his response. Better late than never, envío is also helping to disseminate his brilliant and clinching message, which we strongly applaud.

“From a humanist perspective...”

“As a Brazilian I would always argue against internationalizing the Amazon Rain Forest. Even though our government has not given this patrimony the care that it deserves, it is still ours. As a humanist who fears the risks posed by the environmental degradation the Amazon is suffering, I could imagine its internationalization, just as I could imagine the internationalization of everything else of importance to humanity.

If, from a humanist perspective, the Amazon must be internationalized, we should also internationalize the world’s petroleum reserves. Oil is as important for the well being of humanity as the Amazon is for our future. The owners of the reserves, however, feel that they have the right to increase or decrease the amount of oil production, as well as increase or lower the price per barrel. The wealthy of the world feel they have the right to burn up this immense patrimony of humanity.

In much the same way, the wealthy countries’ financial capital should be internationalized. Since the Amazon Rain Forest is a reserve for all human beings, no owner or country must be allowed to burn it up. The burning of the Amazon is as serious a problem as the unemployment caused by the arbitrary decisions made by global speculators. We cannot permit the use of financial reserves to burn entire countries in the frenzy of speculation.

“Let’s internationalize all the world’s children as patrimony of humanity”
Before we internationalize the Amazon, I would like to see the internationalization of all the world’s great museums. The Louvre should not belong merely to France. The world’s museums are guardians of the most beautiful pieces of art produced by the human genius. We cannot let this cultural patrimony, like the natural patrimony of the Amazon, be manipulated and destroyed by the whims of an owner or a country. A short time ago, a Japanese millionaire decided to be buried with a painting by a great artist. That painting should have been internationalized before this could happen.

The United Nations is holding the Millennium Summit parallel to this meeting, but some Presidents ohad difficulties attending due to U.S. border-crossing constraints. Because of this, I think that New York, as the headquarters of the United Nations, should be internationalized. At least Manhattan should belong to all humanity, as should Paris, Venice, Rome, London, Río de Janeiro, Brasilia, Recife... Each city, with its unique beauty and its history, should belong to the entire world, to all of humanity.

If the United States wants to internationalize the Amazon Rain Forest to minimize the risk of leaving it in the hands of Brazilians, we should internationalize its nuclear arsenals, if only because the country has already demonstrated it is capable of using these arms, causing destruction thousands of times greater than the deplorable burnings done in the forests of Brazil.

In their debates, the US presidential candidates have defended the idea of internationalizing the world’s forest reserves in exchange for debt relief. We should begin by using this debt to guarantee that each child in the world has the opportunity to go to school. We should internationalize the children, treating them, all of them, no matter their country of birth, as patrimony that deserves to be cared for by the entire world. Even more than the Amazon deserves to be cared for. When the world’s leaders begin to treat the poor children of the world as a patrimony of humanity, they will not let them work when they should be studying, die when they should be living.

As a humanist, I agree to defend the internationalization of the world. But, as long as the world treats me as a Brazilian, I will fight for the Amazonia to remain ours. Ours alone.”

December 8, 2010

In memory of Cristina Taborda

A friend died today... she didn't wake up from her sleep... she was one of the most beautiful souls I've ever met... always smiling, always laughing, so light she would lift you up. Last night, she fell asleep and never woke up.

I feel a knot in my stomach... a mixture of sadness for such a loss and happiness for such a life. We take so much for granted, unaware of how ephemeral are nature is. One day you may not wake up, you may be caught up in dreams... caught in between moments that will make you eternal. Death makes the clock stop. Everything suddenly stops. You become more aware of life... maybe that's the whole purpose of Death. Be aware... don't get caught up... life can easily slip through your fingers when you least expect it.

I run into Cristina two days ago. She was smiling as always. We started talking about my event and how excited we both were that it was happening. I thank her one more time, because it was her idea after all. We made plans to get together before I leave for Kenya but today I found out she never woke up this morning; her status on Facebook read:

This Cristina's Mom writing, I am truly sorry to tell you that Cristina did not wake up from her sleep yesterday. We hope to know later today what happened to her. She lived a beautiful life, full of love, music and joy and with the blessing of having so many friends. We miss her tremendously and are still in shock. But she was a beautiful person and will continue to touch us with her smile and laughter.

After the initial shock all I could think was that she died a peaceful death... I wonder what she was dreaming about that she was so compelled to stay there... she was probably singing or laughing... or both. Maybe surrounded by mermaids, or running across a sunflower field. I can see her... always in a good mood; always so contagious.

Death
in its house,
a window.
Life,
sunny outside.
Go run,
break free.
Love you.
Love me.
We are nothing but,
almost everything and.
Smiling
Singing.
Life is truly appealing.
Death,
a reminder;
a broken clock.
Makes you forget
what you try too hard to remember.
Wake up from your sleep,
the sun shinning
brightens up your face.
Look out the window,
I'm waiting.
She's waiting.
Death is
but an endless dream...

Thank you Cristina for being you, it was a pleasure and an honor to have met you and I will sing and dance even more... in your memory...

Love you!

Your friend...

November 30, 2010

The Empire is leaking shit...

This morning as I was having breakfast, I read what The Star had to say about Wikileaks. A feeling of anger, mixed with a bit of amusement and discomfort, rushed through my veins in a split of a second; it was Clinton's quote:
"There is nothing laudable about endangering innocent people and there is nothing brave about sabotaging the peaceful relations between nations"
All I could think was: REALLY!? REALLY!? YOU ARE A FUCKING HYPOCRITE MRS. CLINTON. I kept repeating that to myself almost as a mantra. This woman has either no shame or the intelligence of a mosquito. If there is something that the United States has NOT done throughout the course of its history is to care about other nations!
And here she is, the Secretary of State, ordering U.S. diplomatic figures to engage in espionage in the United Nations, in violation of the international covenants to which the U.S. has signed up...

The last couple of days, Wikileaks has taken the front page of every newspaper around the world; the Truth is out. I always say that sooner or later, what it is reveals itself. The absurdity of the U.S. government's politics is finally known to everyone. In fact, it has always been for those who knew how to read between lines, seek accuracy and educate their minds. Those ,who never believed what politicians had to say or bought what the media was selling, have always known. But the general public, the masses, can now be aware. The question is: will we turn a blind eye on this crucial information or will we rebel? I fear the first. The masses are too comfortable; a revolution will mean sacrifice and I am not entirely sure if most people are willing to change things themselves. The worst that could happen would be that fifty years from now, historians look back at this time of age and study the reasons why we didn't take the opportunity to change the course of civilization's future. Maybe we were too comfortable in our coaches watching YouTube videos on our Ipads and eating ice cream... Out there, millions were starving, old wars continued while new ones developed, blood shedding, violence and disease... and it wasn't Hollywood; it was real. And the true criminals were free and discussing how to apprehend the true Heroes.

Julian Assange, the founder of Wikileaks -and officially my new Hero- is now the target of accusations that seem to me fabrications of desperate politicians. For instance, Washington is considering adding Wikileaks to the list of terrorist organizations and the Interpol is asking for Assange's capture; claiming he has raped two women in the past. I can't help but wonder what are we going to do about this... are we going to allow the United States of America to continue with this nonsensical circus?? Are we going to turn around and continue running in our hammster's wheel until we are out of food, water and health? Let's wake up, we have a choice to be Human and to chose the representatives that best represent US!
"The first ingredient of civil society is the people's right to know, because without such understanding no human being can meaningfully choose to support anything. Knowledge is the driver of every political process, every constitution, every law and every regulation. The communication of knowledge is without salient analogue. It is living, unique and demands its rightful place at the summit of society." (Julian Assange)
Many have accused Assange of being nothing more than a smart attention seeker. People, come on!!! Who the fuck cares the reasons as to why he has done what he did when we have been given access to all this valuable information? Let's focus on what is important here! This is the chance we get to send a message to our governments and demand transparency! The governments are supposed to represent their people!! So far, their agendas have satisfied private sectors, enslaving the rest of the population to the demands of Corporations... With technology as a mass media communication tool we can now ask those in power to at least be decent, if anything...
"If governments would prefer to not have such information surface they have two choices: don't engage in wars that even their own military employees find reprehensible, and don't rely on secrecy as a method of governance."
The Age of the Empire is coming to an end. Another Rome, another fall. No more bread and circus, no more absurdity, misery, inequality... The Golden Rule is: one should treat others as one would like others to treat oneself. This needs to be applied everywhere! Every system that is not built on this foundation will eventually collapse; that is the Law of the Universe and it is time we realize this globally. We have a huge responsibility ahead of us and that is to make use of the tools that are accessible to our generation; and we must follow the Golden Rule. Let's compromise, let's rebel, let's wake up. This is the end of the Empire... It seems so... I hope so... I wish so... I beg for so...

"The corporate revolution will collapse if we refuse to buy what they are selling. Their ideas, their versions of history, their wars, their weapons, their notion of inevitability. Remember this: we be many and they be few. They need us more than we need them. Another world is not only possible, she is on her way. On a quiet day, I can hear her breathing" (Arundhati Roy)

October 24, 2010

Mother Nature, you are my anchor...

Wednesday was one of those days when the bucket is full and there is no more space for anything else. My patience was very short, my sensitivity extreme and every single sound of the street was hurting my ears. When I feel like this, I know that I need to stay home and paint or read or write or lay in the couch and do nothing. But because I do not have the luxury to be able to do what I need during the week, I had to exist within society and feel like a total pshycho.

When I got to Ryerson Campus, having 30 minutes to spare before class, I decided to seat on one of the tables that are now permanently set up on Gould street, as students won the battle to have it closed. It was somewhat cold but the sun was shining and I was dressed up warmly. I positioned my chair looking towards "lake" Devo, some sort of artificial pond with no water on it and made of cement. This view was the most pleasant amongst the many buildings and unfinished structures. I grabbed my book "La Resistencia" by Ernesto Sabato, an Argentinian writer, and could only read half a page before the noise from the construction site reached my brain. Having a desperate need for silence and about to completly lose it I looked up and noticed a massive amount of tiny yellow leaves falling from the tree in front of me. Slowly my heart beat slowed down, my anger dissipated and every disturbing sound became harmonious. I felt the cold wind brush my face and it was the sweetest caress I had felt in a long time. I observed the scenery for a while and then began to write... you may find the English version at the bottom.

¡Qué locura de gente, que locura de mundo, que ritmo de vida tan desmesurado! Mientras que la gente camina cada vez mas apurada; mientras que el ruido en exceso penetra mis tímpanos tan violentamente que hasta el más mínimo susurro perfora mi cerebro. Entre tanto desenfreno de luces, zapateos, y bochinche, la naturaleza es el único elemento que me permite respirar. Observo gente que viene y que va, con los auriculares metidos hasta las sienes, o inmersos en la pantallita del teléfono celular, totalmente oblivios a lo que los rodea. Sus cuerpos de carne y hueso, tan fuertes y tan frágiles, se amontonan siguiendo el ritmo de un reloj invisible. Van de a tres, vienen de a dos, en bicicleta, a pie, trotando, casi corriendo. Sostienen libros, se ríen como en estruendos, toman café to-go y caminan con intención de llegar a destino. A donde sea que van, entre tanto zapateo, solo la naturaleza pareciera estar inmóvil, tan quieta que por fin permite dar un respiro ¡Esta paz que tanto añoro! Es como esos pequeños espacios de momentos lentos en la montaña rusa, cuando el tren se prepara para otra vuelta que te revolverá el estomago.

El viento frío sopla en mi cara y arrastra consigo hojas secas que producen a la vez música, pero rápidamente se pierde entre tanto barullo de gente apurada. Música que es percibida solo por aquellos que pueden permanecer quietos y atentos a su alrededor, aunque sea por un instante. Sólo, el árbol baila en conjunto con el viento desprendiendo hojas amarillas que caen al suelo en un movimiento ondulante y casi eterno. Apenas visible entre tantos edificios, el árbol se adapta y sobrevive a pesar de estar apresado entre metal y cemento.

Me pregunto que pasaría si mas gente se sentase a percibir el sonido del viento o la sensación que éste produce en la piel, o el temblar en el pecho cuando las hojas se desprenden de los árboles. ¿Que pasaría si el reloj se detuviese? Si el apuro descansara... Aflojen sus corbatas, alivianen la mascarilla en sus pestañas o la carga en sus bolsos, maletines y carteras. Apaguen sus celulares. Los invito a detenerse y percibir. Siéntense y escuchen la sinfonía que la Madre Naturaleza esta componiendo aquí y ahora para todo aquel que pueda disfrutar de la inexistencia del tiempo.