Washington, D.C.
Apocalypse now
For a longtime resident, Seattle's last few tumultuous days seem to have come straight from the Book of Revelation.
Maybe it’s not the apocalypse we had anticipated, but here, among Seattle’s seven hills, as the hours slog toward the new millennium in fits of chill rain, as a cathedral light filters through late-fall clouds onto a cityscape of fire, gas plumes and impassioned, chanting routs, a lot of us are feeling bound in our own Book of Revelation.
A spirit that had been dozing complacently here for most of the past 80 years or so — resting beneath the rhododendrons, mellowing among the blackberry brambles, lolling in latte foam with all the polite civility and self-satisfaction that Seattle has come to represent lately — has reawakened for the moment. The sword it brandishes may not be a fiery one, exactly, but it’s showing a distinct glow this week.
Behind veils of secrecy and protocol and prerogative, more than 5,000 delegates from the 135 member and 38 observer states of the World Trade Organization are meeting at the downtown convention center. They’ve come to celebrate the righteousness of capitalism and the riches of commerce, to debate rules for the barter and chop that they trust will bring the new order closer to its hour of fulfillment. The WTO — successor of the International Trade Organization of the late 1940s, the git of GATT — has come to this emerald Babylon to set a mark on the world’s forests and seas, factories and farms and bazaars. As it says in the Book of Revelation: “And no one, great and small, rich and poor, slave and free, will be allowed to buy or sell unless he bears this mark, either name or number.”
At least that’s how it looks to the scores of thousands who have gathered in the streets for the Battle of Seattle, to stand against the WTO dragon, to drum and dance and shout (with the sound of seven thunders) about the cost of the “global economy” to the environment, workers’ rights and social and cultural equity. To many, what began as an earnest expression of protest and a dramatic plea for dialogue has, in the face of police action, become something more basic and sadly desperate. A good vs. evil thing. A fight for survival between the fittest and the fattest.
Myriads upon myriads there are, thousands upon thousands, and they cried aloud:
“No, no, WTO! Justice for farmers! Justice for workers! Mobilization not globalization! The streets are ours!” Nearly 500 have been arrested since Tuesday. Thousands of other protesters and bystanders have been gassed by police, stunned by flash-bang grenades, doused with pepper spray, thudded and bruised by rubber bullets both inside and outside the 15-block security/curfew zone around the convention center.
For many of us who live here and who have been in the fray even for a little while, as participants or observers, the new snow in the mountains, the first big storm of the season, will have less than its usual purifying effect. The white peaks of the Cascades to the east and the Olympics to the west, the ice coating the firs and ferns, tend to bring a calm to the city, a slow and sleepy forgetfulness that will cradle us through to a new year and a fresh start. But for many of us this year, the cloud cover will instead remind us of tear gas.
Burning before the throne were several flaming torches, and in front of it stretched what seemed a sea of glass, like a sheet of ice.
The first day, with only a few exceptions, an almost polite equilibrium, a laissez-faire face-off of sorts, was maintained between the protesters and the police. This is Seattle, after all. Tear gas did sweep the street at Sixth and Union to provide convention center access for delegates; that was to be expected, part of the dance. But at intersections only a block or two away, police stood placidly, their face-shields raised and their nightsticks holstered in goodwill, as protesters clogged and drummed and chanted slogans for turtles and trees.
The big AFL-CIO march, with 30,000 or so participants, snaked through town without incident, and with precious little press coverage. Seattle has always been a union town. There’s a kind of racial memory here, running under both blue collars and white ones, among folks who have made more than a short-term career move to the city. In the early part of the century, this was Wobblies territory, where loggers and lumber companies fought pitched battles over union rights and wages. The famous Everett Massacre of 1916 took place 30 miles north, when International Workers of the World organizers and their supporters from Seattle were shot by sheriff’s deputies and company goons. Three years later, a general strike — the nation’s first — by more than 60,000 workers paralyzed Seattle, then
faded placidly into iconic memory. The city’s waterfront has remained a bastion of union sentiment even through the past two decades when a new order — the service economy, the corporate revolution, technocracy and globalization — began to poise itself for the third millennium.
In bars around town, where interest in the live coverage of the WTO protests has preempted even reruns of dirt-bike races, the locals seemed to have little sympathy for the protesters. Tuesday morning at the Coins, a few blocks north of downtown, a tableful of guys were chuckling as the first canisters of tear gas arced into the crowd outside the convention center. “Look at those suckers run. Can’t take it, can ya? Little bit of street cleaning goin’ on, is there?” Maybe it was the lattes or the wild mushroom omelets talking, but an hour later, the catcalls had softened a bit. “Yeah, but the sincere ones, they’re OK, y’know. They got a right, y’know.”
And there, as I looked, was a black horse, and its rider held in his hand a pair of scales. And I heard what sounded like a voice from the midst of the living creatures, which said, “A whole day’s wage for a quart of flour, a whole day’s wage for three quarts of barley-meal! But spare the olive and the vine … “
This is Seattle. The mayor and the police chief spoke about protecting the rights of everyone in town for WTO, pooh-bahs and proletariat alike — until late Tuesday afternoon and early evening, when a relative handful of outlaws, “anarchists in black clothes and black masks” in the words of authorities and breathless television anchors, stormed through downtown blocks and broke windows at the Gap, McDonald’s, Nike, Starbucks. The vandalism caught police, admittedly, flatfooted.
Christmas lights twinkled like stars on storefronts. The mayor declared an emergency and set a curfew (“Hear, you who have ears to hear”), and city and county riot squads, bent on saving some face and scoring a few pounds of flesh, advanced with gas, truncheons and pepper spray on peaceful gatherings blocking intersections in a perimeter around the city center, rousting even those who were trying to douse impromptu bonfires with squeeze bottles of Evian water.
Neighborhood residents, too, brought bottles of water to those suffering from the tear gas. When they were done, some of the protesters flung the bottles at police or through nearby store windows. “That’s not what we meant!” the Samaritans wailed.
A few folks at the fringes, coughing and trying to rinse the burn from their eyes, felt old fires smolder in their bellies, remembering the same kind of painful assault on their sensibilities during marches in the late ’60s and early ’70s. Seattle and the Pacific Northwest had been a way station for some of the disenchanted and the draft-dodging idealists trickling toward Canada during the Vietnam War. Some were in this crowd, and some of their children were.
Rumors began circulating almost immediately that federal authorities had put a little pressure on the locals to put things in better order. (“A voice, speaking like a trumpet, said, ‘Come up here and I will show you what must happen hereafter.’”)
By Wednesday, the mayor had expanded his directive, declaring downtown a “protest-free zone,” suspending what even the most earnestly nonviolent of the protesters insisted upon as their right to free expression. Wednesday night, police and national guard troops, clearing downtown, pushed the protesters east, up to Capitol Hill, a mile outside the zone. But there, on cosmopolitan, politically active Broadway, a gathering unrelated to WTO was getting under way, an anti-death penalty march focusing on the case of Mumia Abu-Jamal in Pennsylvania. This was Seattle, after all.
A couple hundred people were in the crowd when police — without any warning that marchers or bystanders could report — started lobbing tear gas, punching nightsticks into bellies, shoving and pursuing individuals down side streets. The reports from the scene were consistent. A man using a walker, a neighborhood resident, was shoved aside. A couple of young women, just coming out onto the street from their house, were doused with pepper spray at close range. A county councilman, placing himself between police and the crowd, attempted to calm the situation; he backed off, shaking his head, when he was hit with the tear gas.
The same night, a Seattle city councilman on his way to a WTO reception was stopped downtown and pulled from his car by police, restrained and nearly cuffed. The councilman, Richard McIver, is African-American. “I don’t want to aid the hooligans who are raising hell and I don’t want to take on specific officers,” he commented to a reporter the next morning. “But there are huge flaws with the officers when it comes to people of color. I’m 58 years old. I had on a $400 suit, but last night, I was just another nigger.”
But this is Seattle, polite and civil, cool and, in the end, determinedly satisfied with its righteousness. The mayor has offered his apologies for any unwarranted injuries and stress visited on the innocent. A peaceful vigil by 500 protesters outside County Jail didn’t lead to release of those arrested, but calm, courteous negotiations did result in permission for lawyers to visit the detainees, and the crowd dispersed quietly. Seattle’s civility can be contagious. Late Thursday and on Friday, police and demonstrators were nodding politely to one another again. Among marchers’ anti-WTO signs, a few now say, nicely, “Keep smiling.”
The City Council is forming an oversight committee to review not so much the actions of police, according to one statement by a council member, but the policies that led to the Capitol Hill incident and other “possible” overenthusiastic responses to the people on the streets. We will fret. Fretting is central to our politeness and our politics.
But for many, when the hand-wringing is done, some bitterness will remain, the taste of tears and pepper. For some, perhaps these aren’t the end times, but just the beginning.
These are the words of the Amen … I know all your ways; you are neither hot nor cold. How I wish you were either hot or cold! But because you are lukewarm, neither hot nor cold, I will spit you out of my mouth. You say, “How rich I am! And how well I have done! I have everything I want.” In fact, though you do not know it, you are the most pitiful wretch, poor, blind and naked … All whom I love I reprove and discipline. Be on your mettle therefore.
Jim Molnar is a writer and editor who has lived in Seattle for 20 years. More Jim Molnar.
D.C. firm inks lucrative public-relations contract with Bahrain
As the Gulf monarchy cracks down on an international aid group, it hires Qorvis for $40,000-per-month P.R. job
A Shiite Bahraini woman gestures as others shout anti-government slogans outside a public forum Saturday, July 23, 2011, outside a religious community center in Sanabis, Bahrain, denouncing the alleged destruction and vandalizing of Shiite mosques, community centers and cemeteries during a government crackdown on a largely Shiite spring uprising. Clerics who spoke during the meeting, blamed Saudi Arabia for targeting religious sites, because they allegedly distrust their own Shia minority and sent forces to help quell the Bahrain uprising. (AP Photo/Hasan Jamali)(Credit: AP) Bahrain is in the news again, this time for what appears to be the comically evil persecution of the humanitarian group Doctors Without Borders.
So, naturally, the ruling monarchy of the Gulf nation has hired a top Washington public relations firm to burnish (or attempt to salvage) its image, according to a new foreign agent registration filing. Qorvis Communications will be paid $40,000 per month, plus expenses, for the public relations work, according to a contract submitted to the U.S. Department of Justice.
Continue Reading CloseJustin Elliott is a reporter for ProPublica. You can follow him on Twitter @ElliottJustin More Justin Elliott.
Poll: Public sides with Obama on deficit
The potentially catastrophic effects of a default are finally sinking in with Americans
In this July 14, 2011, file photo, President Barack Obama sits with House Speaker John Boehner of Ohio, House Minority Leader Nancy Pelosi of California, House Majority Leader Eric Cantor of Virginia, as he meets with Republican and Democratic leaders regarding the debt ceiling in the Cabinet Room of the White House in Washington, Thursday, July 14, 2011. Obama's decision to haul lawmakers in day by day to negotiate a debt deal comes down to reality: He has no other choice. The president has essentially cleared his agenda to deal with one enormous crisis. (AP Photo/Charles Dharapak)(Credit: AP) Most Americans want to see a compromise on the debt ceiling, according to a new NBC/Wall Street Journal poll.
62 percent of self-identified Democrats said they would want Democratic leaders in the House and Senate to make compromises to gain consensus on the current budget debate, while only 43 percent of Republicans want to see their party leaders concede some of their positions. However, around 70 percent of independent respondents said they wanted to see both parties compromise.
Continue Reading CloseNatasha Lennard covers the Occupy movement for Salon. A British-born, Brooklyn-based journalist, she has been covering Occupy Wall Street since before the first sleeping bag was unrolled in Zuccotti Park. One of the first journalists arrested at an Occupy action, she has managed to enrage Andrew Breitbart, Rush Limbaugh and Glenn Beck. You can follow her on Twitter (@natashalennard), and email her any Occupy updates/videos/ideas to natasha.lennard@gmail.com More Natasha Lennard.
Lobbyists are overtaking Congress
Since the GOP takeover, the number of lobbyists in congressional staff positions has more than doubled
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A new report from the Center for Responsive Politics (CRP) looks at the pervasiveness of former lobbyists now working in congressional staff positions. The number of former lobbyists in Congress has more than doubled between the last Congress and the current one, with a significant partisan skew. In the current 112th Congress, 79 former lobbyists work for Republicans while 48 for Democrats; during the Democratic-led 111th Congress (which ran from 2009-2010), 33 worked for Democrats, while 27 worked for Republicans.
Continue Reading CloseNatasha Lennard covers the Occupy movement for Salon. A British-born, Brooklyn-based journalist, she has been covering Occupy Wall Street since before the first sleeping bag was unrolled in Zuccotti Park. One of the first journalists arrested at an Occupy action, she has managed to enrage Andrew Breitbart, Rush Limbaugh and Glenn Beck. You can follow her on Twitter (@natashalennard), and email her any Occupy updates/videos/ideas to natasha.lennard@gmail.com More Natasha Lennard.
Shariah law instituted steps from the White House!
Predicting an overblown right-wing outrage
Do I spot crescents in this CityCenterDC promotional brochure? There is a giant real estate development happening in downtown Washington, D.C., near the White House, on the site of the old convention center. Boring news for non-D.C. residents. But I’m willing to bet that the CityCenterDC complex — office space, retail, condos, your standard massive downtown “revitalization” project — will soon be very interesting to a lot of people who don’t live in the area. Not because anyone cares about urban land-use issues, but because of one of the project’s investors: Muslims.
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Alex Pareene writes about politics for Salon and is the author of "The Rude Guide to Mitt." Email him at apareene@salon.com and follow him on Twitter @pareene More Alex Pareene.
What line between civilian and military authority?
An increasingly powerful Pentagon is taking over the culture of Washington
U.S. President Barack Obama meets with troops at Bagram Air Base, December 3, 2010. I have a fairy tale for you. Once upon a time, a representative democracy was established with a constitution that distilled the wisdom of the ages. Its foundational principles included civilian control of the military and a system of checks and balances that encouraged vigorous public debate as a basis for effective policy-making.
In this fabled land, the role of civilian leaders was, in part, to serve as a check on military ambition and endless wars. They were to prove cautious, too, in committing their citizen-soldiers to battle, and when they did, they would issue Congressional declarations of war so that everyone could grasp the nature of the national emergency at hand and the necessity of military action. In waging war, they would rely on shared sacrifice and even raise taxes. When necessary, it was their job to rein in or even remove military leaders who acted like Caesar (read: General Douglas MacArthur) rather than Cincinnatus (read: General George Washington).
Continue Reading CloseWilliam J. Astore is a retired lieutenant colonel. He has taught cadets at the U.S. Air Force Academy, officers at the Naval Postgraduate School, and currently teaches at the Pennsylvania College of Technology. He is the author of "Hindenburg: Icon of German Militarism," among other books. He may be reached at wastore@pct.edu. More William Astore.
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