The past few weeks have slipped through my fingers. My absence could not have coincided with a worse moment in Honduras. Targeted assassinations of the opponents of the murderous Lobo regime and its neoliberal allies in the U.S. have increased yet again, along with an increased show of solidarity with the death squads otherwise known as the Honduran military and police on the part of the State Department—in terms of funding, bilateral agreements, and training. At some point, not today, I will write about the systemic discrimination against people (women especially) in the United States who make the mistake of bringing their bodies to work. For tonight, I will try to post several notes about Honduras.
For now, I bring you some random scanned images from my desktop:
A message to all the boycotters (myself included) and fair trade shoppers out there, from the makers of this lovely bumper sticker:
The difference between an indigenous person and a subversive (sign says "Water yes, gold no")
An IMF letter set, bought in Korea in the summer of 1998 during IMF shidae (period):
And my notes, jotted-down in 2010, detailing a young friend's account of her professor's rules for when and how to employ violence in revolutionary contexts (not an endorsement, just notes):