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Blaise Compaoré, the president of Burkina Faso who was forced to resign by mass protests on October 31, was more than simply a dictator who had clung to power for 27 years. Compaoré was the leader of a counter-revolution, a traitor, who holds the responsibility for the murder of one of the finest thinkers and fighters of the twentieth century, Thomas Sankara. Compaoré’s coup brought an end to the magnificent Burkina Faso revolution of 1983-87.
Better than any other struggle of last century, the revolution in Burkina Faso proved that slavery was not the inescapable fate of any people, that the road of revolutionary struggle for independence and human dignity was open in even the poorest countries of the world.
For Upper Volta (as the country was known at the beginning of the revolution) was poor by any measure. In 1981…
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In November 2014, a hundred plus community volunteers took it upon themselves to begin transforming and beautifying an abandoned and polluted lot on the corner of West Grand and San Pablo Ave in West Oakland. For 14 years, the lot remained vacant and desecrated and was an overall public health concern for the community. “It was filled with needles, rats, trash, feces, and weeds as high as the building,” said Linda Grant, a volunteer at Qilombo Community Center.
With the help of many volunteers Danae Martinez-a local college professor- led a revitalization effort which transformed the polluted lot into a thriving community garden. With the assistance of Planting Justice, the Community Restoration Project,and hundreds of student and community volunteers, they were able to unify with the purpose of restoring this neglected lot into a vibrant garden that’s free and open to all members of the community. Afrika Town was officially launched…
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I have been having a lot of time to muse on the road back and forth between the east bay and Mendocino county as I transition to living in two places at once, in an attempt to be involved with both my kids lives, and eek out some kind of non traditional money making ritual. At times I have had to hitchhike, and take public transportation to get back and forth, as my car reality is shaky. When I am driving, I sometimes travel with friends and comrades, and oftentimes one or both the kids are riding with me, or lately hitch hikers who I have made a habit of picking up whenever possible. But usually I am on my own, alone with my thoughts, the radio, and the sights which range from stunning natural beauty, to grotesque human uglification of reality. It a lot of food for thought, and…
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Wood Moss by the Navarro by Natural Mystic Photography
I had a cool encounter the other day at the Beltane celebration down at the beach in Mendocino. I was heading up the footpath back up to town, and I was a bit distracted by thoughts and devices A woman stops me as I am walking by..”help me pick up this garbage that people dropped”…Feeling kind of sheepish for not having already noticed and volunteered, I start helping..”I am an anarchist” she remarks out of the blue. I perked up.”hey , me too..cool. Happy May Day!” Given that she was about a generation older than me, I joked. “If you are over forty like us, and still call yourself an anarchist, then you probably really are one,”
She said “yeah well, I am sixty five…I am not all into violence, just the natural order..like if you see garbage, pick it up…not because of city ordinance 55642j, but because it’s the right thing to do!” I agreed with the righteousness, and timeliness of her analogy.. she then proceeded to teach me an ancient breathing technique for hill walking, and had me sample a couple edible plants that were growing along the path as we talked politics and ecology until she met up with her kids and grand kids.
made my May Day complete and reminded me how i dig the radical elders. ..the hold outs, so to speak,,they have knowledge that provides continuity and context, and they provide rare examples of not giving in or selling out, and they probably don’t get the appreciation they deserve,,,they do it because it’s right, and that’s where it’s at. much thanks, and respect to all my elders and teachers, and mentors. of course I am pretty much right there at elder hood with you all at this point,,