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Culture Change e-Letter
#47
Peace and the U.S. petro-city
by Jan Lundberg
Like an animal leaving the safety of the forest
which describes me the sight of San Francisco skyscrapers, all lit up in the darkness as the Greyhound bus hurtles over the Bay Bridge,
frightens and revolts me.
At one time, I felt impressed by the engineering marvels and sophisticated people buzzing about
"The City." Despite the fact that almost half of them are smart
enough to have voted for a progressive Green candidate for mayor December 9,
this time I felt disgusted and sad for the rats-in-a-cage scurrying around
polluting with or without their cars.
This is a fairly recent feeling. Since I
began to make a home in the redwood forest enjoying having very few material things,
being almost at one with all the
creatures I've felt less affinity
for cities and their toxic filth and strained social relationships. The
feeling is getting stronger as I look about any U.S. town's streets with their
lifeless, oily, hard surfaces, seeing the alienated members of society busily
working to survive. People's interactions and city dwellers' relation to
the land appear stranger and stranger to me as the grand goal seems
to be to fulfill artificial needs created largely by unnecessary competition.
The artificial environment is foreboding and
evil, with all the cold steel, concrete, glass and miscellaneous substances and
structures. Dreams are as limited as the freedoms there are to walk freely
and think with an open mind. I have a name for most U.S. cities I've
frequented: the admittedly liberal city snobbily referred to as "The
City" never "Frisco" I call Sham FranPsycho. The place
deserves it especially when the whole metro area is compared favorably against
smelL.A., unfairly so, when both are sprawled-out disasters.
Compensating for fear
Urban acts of kindness are infinite, bestowed as
constant therapy, as much for the giver as the receiver. Meanwhile,
diversion and short-term gratification are industries to compensate for the
disunity and slavery that are predominant. A city tells itself there is
nothing greater than the art created and that's displayed usually for a price.
Unless the art speaks to us of truth, it serves to distract and
tranquilize.
Progress has the biggest price, and some of us who don't work hard enough or who are
substance abusers just don't make it. Homeless people, therefore, are a
significant part
of an ever-scarier cityscape. Not surprisingly, nothing is offered by
society's big-moneyed rulers to eradicate the root causes of homelessness.
The populace is controlled significantly through
fear. Our recent report on brain control via pollutants covered some
issues regarding the limiting of mass behavior including propaganda and
commercialism. Fear-mongering and terrorizing the citizenry are alive and
well in America as essential components of propagandizing: When the population is alerted by the
mass media to, for some examples, lurking serial killers who are Moslem or the possibility
of a "terrorist attack" or a rash of kidnappings, this conveniently diverts
people from dealing with real threats that the mass media do not bother with:
corporate polluters causing cancer and war. People are kept off balance through
new fears and alarming reports, which squelches the organizing necessary to change
society rationally.
Hence, a caged city. The omnipresent walls
and fences attest to privatization driven by fear and greed. Besides
locks for every gate and door, there are always more security measures often high-tech with potential for abuse, courtesy of non-accountable
corporations and government agencies.
As reactions to fear and paranoia intrude on
almost every aspect of life, friends and families lose cohesiveness. For
example, someone in need in an emergency is shockingly not assisted by a person
normally assumed to be counted on. It may be because there is the chance of credit-card
fraud in providing emergency assistance using telecommunications. So much for
society's vaunted techno progress and the added shopping convenience foisted on us for
our busy, modern lives.
Some blame the police for most of their
unhappiness, but it is only logical that police would be inevitable, and
arguably indispensable, for a large
population. People are too numerous and in close quarters for some
tribal-village code, and to their credit city dwellers are fairly nice almost
always. They increasingly
sense that they should stay in line, and look the other way when protesters are
met by militarized robocops who all too often stomp on civil rights and lie in
court. The police, like the military, are bound to increasingly become
tools of the state which mainly exists for the rich. One shouldn't focus
so much on the police as the actual agents of reaction, but instead should
remember that an overpopulated "Nazi Babylon" is not able to be a
grouping of eco-villagers surrounded by their cultivated and wild land.
Well, actually, let's try that, and anticipate its development on its own in due
course.
Cities on oil
Did I mention petroleum? Like a vampire,
the city wickedly guzzles its fill and knows no moderation in sucking the
world's collective life-blood. Others must
die that it may live. This is not intended, as much
as petro-domination is a consequence of
"progress" and the justifications of corporate profitability and U.S.
national security. Iraqis, Columbians, Mesoamericans, Afghanis and Nigerians
die every day at the hands of the U.S. petroleum machine and blessed
consumerism. Whether the
petroleum consumption is by a corporation, a farm or an individual, oil and natural gas
usage is a diet based inextricably on killing people and driving extinct countless
species. The fact that the red, white and blue flag is waved and stands
for freedom (for moneyed citizens) excuses the unbridled waste of
resources for modern convenience and material wealth.
When the red, white and blue waves over oil
refineries across the bay from cities such as San Francisco, chemical
emissions (sulfur dioxide, nitrogen dioxide, hydrocarbons, particulates, and
heavy metals) are released into the air to
soil the fluttering flag. This aspect of the city is left out of the
postcards and our mental image of our great cities, as if nearby refineries
are off in Timbuktoo. Paying the price, residents near the refineries'
airborne toxins frequently develop breathing
difficulties, asthma, and lung cancer. Since these residents are lower
income and/or African descent, their medical conditions
are more easily ignored. A refinery bringing the citizenry today's
common conveniences and luxuries is a link in the exploration, extraction,
export, byproducts and production/sales of
the multicorporate ((Halliburton, DuPont, Exxon, et al) petrochemical
complex of the US empire.
The lumbering giant, the
petroleum-mainlining USA (United States of Asphalt), is about to fall.
While that sounds unthinkable or bad, conservation and good ol' 'merican ingenuity will see
us on though to a sustainable society after, uhh, a massive die-off due to
the failure of petroleum-agriculture/distribution in a collapsing petro-economy.
As the average North American city today has an
ecological footprint of 25 acres per one acre of actual city, we can picture
this suddenly becoming a one-to-one eco-footprint through urban gardens that lack petroleum for
still reliable food
production/distribution much like
Havana, Cuba today. Sorry, but the 50%-less energy-use level in Western
Europe is not an available option for the U.S. This is because the prime energy glutton of
the planet has, for too many decades, squandered its chance to plan for and bring
about a manageable transition to an efficient economy. So, shouldn't
we prepare, starting now, for a softer landing, eh? This is the main
point of these essays.
Christmastime for death culture: just shop!
"It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas." A can of foam is
sprayed on the bus station glass doors around the sides to resemble frost.
How cozy and toxic. An apartment next to the freeway beams its electric
Christmas tree out of its little window, reminding us of what gifts wrapped
with what will join millions of tons of trash? or homeless Semites giving
birth in mangers? or greenhouse gases from pointless fossil-fuel use?
In the distance, the fancy houses on the hill
beam their global-warming beacons, reminding us that one can enjoy life as long
as there is money.
There's room at the top they are telling you
still
But first you must learn how to smile as you kill
If you want to be like the folks on the hill
- Working Class Hero, John Lennon
When one person is robbed of nature and of
freedom (the two losses are often one and the same), everyone is robbed and
infringed upon. To create material wealth, the idea is always to rob many, not just one
person. The theft and exploitation of our bodies,
land, water and climate have been in full swing for so long that our culture is all about it. Nowadays, even families prey upon each
other,
typically in the most "advanced" of the civilized nations: the
USA. Even if without obvious theft and oppression, the simple, happy worker
"getting ahead" who's living life to the fullest
ingesting carcinogens and having no time to pursue dreams
is still surrounded by pavement and technological systems of coercion.
Swarms of drones try too hard to get through each day.
This false bill of goods is sold to over a hundred
million hapless U.S. citizens who are often at best products of a public education system that supports the status
quo. All this is becoming clear to more and more of us. Whether one is houseless and has thereby
contemplated the economic system's unseemly wonders, or one has erected a little fortress
of consumption (cutting oneself off from most of humanity and the universe), the
paltry rewards of materialism are evident. But one is allowed to drive! In the
stress of the motorized city, that which is painted as pleasure tends to become transparent as a
grinding imposition, whether it is an intercity trip to see family or the
creation of family as in sexual love. It is for naive children and
young people that myths of attainable joy and fulfillment are promoted and
sold. False values help sell, for example, the frivolous pursuits of enjoying a popular
derriθre, whether one's own or someone else's.
Peace if you really want it
Before one's life is half over, if
not first slaughtered by war, car or cancer, one senses that the demands
and pressures of city life render the metropolis to be somewhat less than it's cracked up to be. We often marry for
awhile and, if we're
advantaged, we have a mortgage (the root word of which is death), but the dream
rapidly deflates. So we seek extra meaning such as having an
affair or losing oneself in an obsessive hobby. Meanwhile, the real cures
are considered unrealistic or too radical.
Living in peace with our neighbors, doing as
we please each day in a creative, cooperative fashion, and having a society that
serves all its members equally, have lately been unpursued except by the
occasional do-gooder nuts. Fortunately, these folk often find each other and their common cause, lending one another support. With the power of culture
truth, they are not under many illusions.
Many of us are thinking outside the
U.S. box of consumerism. We take some action, as we are stimulated in part
by the perhaps
imminent
collapse of the petro-cities. We're all coping the best we can, whatever
our viewpoint or awareness. The quest for intermittent sanity is often undertaken amidst
dwindling nature reserves. This is laudable and necessary when cities reject
the wild. Unfortunately, cars and petroleum are main companions in
venturing out of the caged cities of oblivion. This individualistic choice
is justifiable during the absence
of a major urban movement visibly active every day. Yet, let us pay heed
to creating human-free wilderness preservers. For my part, I
will keep my car-free vigil from my vantage point outside the privatized fortress called town, and keep
sharing
my thoughts and songs.
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Let the wildness reign: As Henry David
Thoreau stated, "In wildness is the preservation of the world."
See the Fall
of Petroleum Civilization
Read about establishing wilderness
areas without people - the work of Mike Vandeman..
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