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Aung San Suu Kyi as Citizen Kane
by MacRyland Monday, Jan. 28, 2013 at 9:20 PM
copyright Steven Arnold Thompson, 2013
U Gambira went into prison a revered and dissident monk. When he came out the people who he once knew could barely recognize him. There are difficult paths for those who have been changed by torture. They get out and are no longer the person you once knew. It can be impossible to continue supporting them even though you loved the cause in which they suffered. It is hard to know even what to attempt to salvage. Most of the faces of persecution from the past are lost. Refugees and gypsies may get written about but in a world dominated by pop art even those gypsies among us, the street urchins doomed to unemployment and homelessness are lost in the funhouse. Working one treadmill, the letter writer is running in place like a gerbil trying not to be subsumed into the mission of suppression that gives a poet risperidone or some other unheard of drug to suppress the sensibility that enrages at the thought of injustice, adding one more drop of blood to the bucket of pariahs.
There's something almost redemptive when it is a monk. Most of the powerhouses in our continent put gang before country. It is a well known fact that most bad boys hate school. This brings a riff raff element to both Adolf Hitler and the Beatles who grew up in Liverpool and then presumed to speak for love and conscience. Since pop art is a form of censorship, as I pointed out in the first paragraph where the reading habits of our society are subsumed into a much larger domain of foolishness, the issue of U Gambira and of course Aung San Suu Kyi cannot be entirely separated from the change in American culture spearheaded by the Beatles and in which their legacy is held to be unquestionable. To what degree is it a traitor to the fair and the pure to question the British Empire and their favorite soothsayers? Can one in fact avoid confrontation with the Narcissus of Iron that these rich and famous pedestrians commended themselves to becoming?
One of the shattering facts of life under Burmese military government is the futility of the intellectual. The Nobel Prize awarded to Aung San Suu Kyi has managed to save precious few lives from the truncheon. To be on the front lines of the pleading, helpless pain of an intellectual, especially one who has been mauled and made unrecognizable by torture, no longer supportable, is to understand that the struggle to live buried deep inside every pilgrimage through this world, is in fact the mockery made of us, simply an attempt for the shrieking individual lost in the funhouse, trapped in the multitude, lost to his own siblings to be heard and thus to survive. To be heard and thus to survive.
It is so hard to know what to salvage and when the attempt to salvage speaks enough even for itself. There are many pen strokes made in the rain that never see the typist. Poems are lost on leaves that have to be put in the fire for warmth. The note of redemption's pain is somewhere in the futility.
When you think of Aung San Suu Kyi today it is impossible not to think of the ancient film Metropolis with its struggling masses and its clamoring for idealism, lost under the bric-a-brac of technology's overwhelming banner of remorselessness and it is impossible not to think of Citizen Kane, idealism twisted into authoritarianism, because if Aung San Suu Kyi and U Gambira do not authentically reach the Western mind, the powerhouses of the West and change us accordingly, they will fall prey to the powers acting upon the East with intent to bend them to our will, lampoon them by the disorder of recognition, twist them into shape by their Nobel Peace Prize.
So, I am writing to you as a historian with a new burden as a marked man who was tortured as a child, who to some extent has been tagged a punkhead by those who hear in my whispers of dissension an egoist lashing out. I was manipulated by the Beatles but more importantly I was tagged schizophrenic by the lesser lights of our important community, the brass, the Commonwealth elected officials and by this method my most important missions are rendered dirty, and attempts to get anyone to read them is like tempting them with the surreal deleriums of Salvador Dali's diary. Somewhere between that lost mission of U Gambira and the poet growling in the Chinatown cafes a wheel is turning.
When I write that Aung San Suu Kyi must get through to the Western mind or be taken in and shot down by Western manipulators I am voicing my hope in a struggle and cause that has identified specific players who stand in the way, who would shoot her down, who would manipulate her and for this I have been tagged very ruthlessly as deranged.
In sentencing U Gambira to 63 years in prison one wonders if the Burmese military government isn't both being wry and light years ahead of informed opposition in knowing that the Cold War was attended by a code war. Indeed, those who fear the power to tag one delusional are not those who benefit from causing fear, but those who are afraid. 63 years is going to evoke 1963 in a liberal mind and with it the memory of Kennedy's murder and it is precisely this ability to be holistic that has aided the fascists in their total war right under the noses of people who vote Clinton and Obama while listening to the Beatles. The study of the Kennedy assassinations require us to see the phenomenon holistically because there is a pattern of hitting liberalism in the head unprovoked. This puts a different shade on plastic schizophrenia and its goal which is to taunt. The most important component of the war is arguably not the assassinations themselves but the Destruction of Dignity. Destroying the dignity of the liberal aristocracy and the masses who identify with freedom of speech and the right to an education makes fascism appear more wholesome by compare. The women of our society don't care for the refuse of an era. Families turn their backs.
Schizophrenia is an injury in this case. It was caused by severe brutality and aggravated by the tactic of cover up. Its purpose is to taunt and discredit not just one man but holistically an entire spectrum of people. Naturally this comment is to be regarded as delusional. Favor the strong instead. It is my contention that evidence has been found suggesting the existence of a Texas Schoolbook written in tandem with the murder of JFK by the educators responsible and that this schoolbook shows that I was selectioned and tortured to example as the child of a humanist. I'm not trying to make this more important than it is, but to show why it is a prism that cannot be avoided in understanding what has happened in the total war by fascism on our planet and that de-victimizing me gratuitously is evasion and sidestepping what transpired.
Our socialites in Our Commonwealth will indeed go out of their way to attend a lecture by Aung San Suu Kyi at University of Washington, or in Olympia whenever she has time and freedom to visit the Pacific Northwest but this does not really speak to their courage in terms of their abilities to perform their jobs nobly, courageously, with equity and knowledgably. They are locked into a society that in turn is trapped in pathology so that our energy gluttony for example continues while blackouts force the Democrats of Burma to meet by candlelight. Very specific information emerges from discovery of the Texas Schoolbook and our supposedly enlightened civil staff are so intimidated by the libel allegations of those who pulled the trigger in Dealey Plaza that they refuse to acknowledge the evidence even when it is hurting the living. They have not weighed the meaning of Alexander Solzhenitsyn's words, "My obligation to the living outweighs my obligation to the dead." They feel no obligation to either the living or the dead.
Historically speaking what we find from evaluating the text of the Texas Schoolbook, which is part plain speech and part the elusive anthropology of hieroglyphs, is that JFK faced a firing squad by men contemptuous of the rules of war pretexting their claim to a right to murder the President in a strange symbiosis of meaning between atomics and abortion. That they did this was no doing of mine. It is not something I would have deemed poetic, but they did and it is foolish not to understand them and deranged to call my mission delusional. That they scorned the atom bomb used on Hiroshima gave them a sense of property and pride as if they were punishing a war criminal when they shot JFK for their teaching lesson. They arrived at an angle through which to view their act that allowed them to think conceptually about the release of the AIDS virus without conceptualizing it as a breach of the peace and largely because institutions per se do not tolerate the presence of sex within their work hours and parameters the rights of the young to conjugal relations were ruled out as a consideration by organized labor.
During this tragic hoodwinking while both Vaclav Havel of the Velvet Revolution and Aung San Suu Kyi of the Saffron Revolution were enjoying publication of their books inspired by their Nobel prizes the Beatles were personally attempting to cover up what had happened to me and continue to intimately violate my channels of communication and this is no imaginary claim, my mother who is estranged from me, Nancy Moore, due to my insistence on reporting torture and trying to live honestly with the consequences, told Sound Mental Health that Peter Gabriel used me on a song called That Voice Again many years ago. That's not all he did, he set me up with a woman named Rosa who was more beautiful than the girls who appear in Playboy. You would think that I would have immediately seen this as an attempt to alienate me from the intellectual community by deceiving me through appeal through the realm of the senses, but who am I to look down on someone with whom I fell in love simply because she was beautiful? It reminds me of the story of Marilyn Muenster the looker in a family of trolls who is discarded as funny in her appearance. Yet this self-destructive ploy was relevant because it was coming from supporters of Aung San Suu Kyi who were in turn making a gesture of alibi to cover up discovery of the Schoolbook and minimize the damage it would do to the powers of the assassins.
No doubt you are squirming with the realization that I am angling at an impeachment of Obama.
Peter Gabriel hails from the same Corporation that Obama gets money from founded by David Geffen. The financial disparity between them and I is huge as well as the ability to hear or command attention, but that would not be relevant to me if these men were not criminal and angling at me with intent to do deranged cruelty and cover it up by saying my mind is playing tricks when they are expert at playing tricks on the mind. I'm not professing that I can be salvaged any more than JFK can be brought back from his sad resting place in Dealey Plaza and The Eternal Flame. What I am trying to do and think I can be helpful doing is showing why it is necessary for me to go on with my work despite the overwhelming opprobrium and contempt for my writing that is visited upon me by psychiatric authorities well aware that I have been changed. It is in point of fact too much to expect students for example or peers in Seattle to comprehend the way that the mind is changed by torture. My allegation would be that those who are professional and do understand want me mocked not because they don't understand but because they know the young do not understand and would enjoy most making sure that the young cannot reflect on what this says about the professional class rather than what it says about me whose injuries have been a cause of no remorse by people who you would think might care.
In the end the plight of Asians both in America and in places like Burma are sadly compounded by envy of the West. In Vietnam for example the Vichy French who when allied with Hitler made demarcations between the have and have nots which were so extreme that it led to concentration camps, went on to bring America into a war with the Vietnamese supporting a government that had taken up with fashion stylists from Paris. This method of recruiting by fashion to create fascism and envy among the poor that leads to mistreatment of the intellectual class is typical of London and the Beatles. In this respect although they drew a wedge between us that seems unlikely to ever come loose, my plight was similar to that of U Gambira.