"One robin don't mean spring" , _ || ' < \, =||= \\ /-|| || || mid-december 1998 (( || || || \/\\ \\, \\ 157 if it moves you, copy it and pass it along so that people everywhere will understand what is really happening in Mexico. This is NOT a "family feud" - this is strategic genocide of the Maya people! MAYA DEATH IN CHIAPAS by Jeeni Criscenzo She prayed with the other women in the church, in this makeshift place that is not home, this place that offers nothing except a respite from terror, from the thugs who have burned and raped and murdered the thugs who waited and watched while the coffee plants grew, watched the Maya farmers tend their delicate plants, watched the coffee prices rise, watched her belly grow round with child while she worked in the field. She prayed with the barefoot others and children, her man missing, like many others, held at gunpoint to harvest his crop for thieves, for the PRI-istas who loaded trucks with their plundered harvest, the PRI-istas who have pillaged their future, stolen the fruits of months of toil, stolen their only hope for survival in the coming year, stolen their strength to resist enslavement. She prayed with the shivering refugees, beseeching her ancestors and saints with prayer, to protect those hiding in the forest who have taken up their cause, to defeat a government who strategically arms their enemies, those pariah who call no one mother and father, those wild ones who have given their souls to the PRI, forsaken their heritage for the awe a weapon wields, forsaken their ancestors for the bandit's life, forsaken their community for the promises of thieves. She prayed with her fellow Maya near Acteal, Chiapas, three days before the celebration of Christmas, while warm, well-fed children in far away places prayed for toys, she turned to the deadly "hck" of fifty government issue AK-47s aimed at a church full of unarmed people, she turned from the hail of machine gun fire set on a community of helpless victims, she ran for the cover of bushes by the river, ran from a barrage of bullets named "politics" and "greed", ran for the futile chance her unborn child would survive. But she could not run faster than their bullets. She laid on the ground with the other bodies. Her blood-soaked huipil could not conceal that her attacker was not satisfied to gun her down with forty-four other innocents. Her eyes wide with death watched the vermin as he thrust his machete into her womb. The last thought to move through her mind, a question: "What threat was this infant to your PRI? Jacinto Arias Cruz?" "What threat was this infant to your PRI? Licenciado Julio Cesar Ruiz Ferro?" "What threat was this infant to your PRI? President Zedillo?" Copyright 1998 Jeeni Criscenzo. Permission is given to reprint and pass along this poem in any media with this copyright notice and permission included. Your feedback can be sent to: jeeni@criscenzo.com GREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEETINGS, AND WELCOME TO ATI. Apropriated Technology, Int. I'm your tourguide, Prime Anarchist. Your butt can be used as a flotation device. This IS your hackerzine of hope. Here's my column. And then you get the usual #'s run, letters to the ediface, and weird news. Oh, and of course the poetry dotting us all around and in the end. =COLUMN= MUST I SAY THIS AGAIN: A Mini-column by Prime Anarchist Job: Television Broadcast Assistant. Camera operator needed for our morning and noon shows. Job duties include, but not limited to studio camera operation, teleprompter and floor directing. Knowlege of television operations a plus but not required. This is a part-time entry level position averaging 32 hours/ week. Send resume to: Resume? Resume?!? Resume!!! Be glad if I use my own pen, because I'm going to be using YOUR PAPER. Settle for an application, thug. If I bring a resume I'm coming after your job or that of YOUR boss. 'Tis The Season. For retailers all over the US and especially the Northeast and the left coast to be of one mindset. One philosophy. One accord. "If I don't average $1000 per hour gross, the next couple weeks straight, I can't somehow justify my $6 per hour salary plus little or no benefits. Let the treadmill roll on. Here's to its oneday somehow falling off track. OPEN LETTER TO BOB GUCCIONE, JR. Does a frisbee *really* hold 3 pints?!? --- ATI a two-step away from freedom --- When I bite into a York Peppermint Patty -- Nothing *$%&ing happens!!! It just taste pretty good. Nothing more, nothing less. Happy Chronika. For people who aren't Christian OR Jewish or rooted in any other particular spirituality, but they still feel the need to "keep time," we have the all new: CHRONIKA - that new festivus for the rest of yous... poem for newt (1994) by Sebastian Mendler you you rode into the palace on the backs of alligators and bade them feast on all within now you are in the palace and they are still there, waiting for you in the moat you you loosed a swarm of bees to torment your enemies now they have forgotten entirely how to make honey now they are still there, waiting on your windowsill you you do not know what you have done you you invoked the hurricane and imagined that you were still sheltered you you called up the earthquake and forgot how close to the fault line you stood you you unleashed the hydra and fed it on fat pigs (who to be sure were ripe for slaughter) but now the hydra is still hungry and you you will run out of enemies before it is satisfied and it will be satisfied and it will feast and it will feast on the snakes and skunks and weasels that rode into the palace clinging to your ankles and it will feast and it will take particular pleasure in feasting on newts AN OPEN LETTER TO CHRIS-IN-THE-MORNING: Hawking Mustang??? # # # # Here's a phew #'s 4 U http://www.seattletimes.com/news/nation-world/html98/trib_120798.html http://www.hackernews.com http://www.joanneshenandoah.com http://morehouse.org/hin http://shell.rmii.com/~jkelin/earl.html http://mycal.net/ifj http://www.netgsi.com/~fcowboy http://www.geocities.com/soho/gallery/5502 http://www.jaguarsystems.com/sondra http://www.songpro.com http://www.freespeech.org/kokopeli http://www.olga.net http://pw1.netcom.com/~kappel1 http://globalgoodies.com http://www.dickshovel.com http://www.wampumbelts.com http://www.angelfire.com/wi/kokopeli/heymon.html http://www.nonviolence.org/slipperyslope LETTUCE AND TAMALES FROM THEMS 'AT READS US... Hi Thanks for sending your e-zine to me as I found it very intresting and liked it very much... I'd like to talk with you more about zines in general and such... Brock R Victoria BC Canada Support Your Federal Public Serivce Unions (PSAC) Http://www.psac.com / Http://www.unde-uden.com WRITE TO THE HOUSE OF COMMONS TO PROTEST CONTRACTING OUT! TO ATI FROM AARON: funny thing -- I was there too crossed the line with a friend and two other people (from ohio) -- a blind man (at least 60, maybe 70) and his companion. I was in the bus that sang really well (about four busses down to the left, first wave of busses) -- assuming you went across the line (which might not be true if you'd already gone). We were always getting mikes stuck in our windows from reporters =) Eleven students and one staff / admin person went from Notre Dame and Saint Mary's. And we all walked across the line. I think it made a big (huge?) impression upon the people who went down from here. you might have seen me (and i might have seen you). I'm a little over 6 feet and tried to stick-out (mostly because i'd either lost my group or was looking for people I'd know) and had my hair dyed slightly red. Peace, Aaron > Do you know if any of the people attending school of the americas > are under 17 or 18 years old? This notion came from a dream I had > last nite, it's probably better to just recount from my journal. I have not seen any documentation about the ages of SOA students. However, I doubt that anybody less than 18 years old would be sent to (or accepted by) the US for military training. Hope that helps. Margarita Hi Marco, Good to hear from you. I had a lot of friends that went to Fort Benning. I almost feel like I was there. I'm glad you got to meet Martin Sheen. I was with him at a couple of demonstrations but never was introduced. I hear there is going to be a movie about the SOA. Maybe it really will get closed. There is no question but you won. The moral is never to do anything for the pay off. Motivation is all. What do you think? Be cool and stay in touch, Scott to: ati@etext.org life is good, sarah. "In Germany they first came for the communists; I did not speak because I was not a communist. Then they came for the Jews; I did not speak because I was not a Jew. Then they came to fetch the workers, members of trade unions; I did not speak because I was not a trade unionist. Afterward, they came for the Catholics; I did not say anything because I was a Protestant. Eventually they came for me, and there was no one left to speak." --Pastor Martin Niemoller, imprisoned by the Third Reich. !!SPEAK FOR THE VOICELESS!! Just dont give me no ca cay cay cayanneeee peppper. Dont like peppers on my fry bread either. My dog likes the music tho. she was howling like she does when she hears the sirens. yowllllllllllllllllllllllllll!!!!!!!!!!! sipish NA MU MYO HO REN GE KYO Dear Marco San It is great to hear from you. Couple of students from Le Moyne College went to protest in front of the School of the Americas. One of the students recognized the drum of the Myohoji monks and he was very excited when he came back and told me the story about Georgia. Please keep up ur good work. Take Care..... Peace Always With Palms Together Priyadarshi === response? ati@etext.org === Poet Tree by Selfless Intelligence The "truth" may "set" the CIA "free," But poetry Is all that's left Of the people you see. By, and for and of. The truth that an operative Never could "see" Remains and moves Inside the truly free. We who can hear, feel and see The Poet Tree (PAWN) Prime Anarchist World Newz New York, NY. MOHEGAN BUYS LIBERTY ISLAND. A member of the Mohegan tribe has purchased Liberty Island, home of the Statue of Liberty. In a zoning board of appeals suit filed Nov. 18, in US District Court, NYC. Timothy Studard of Stonington Conn., is defending his right to own all the land around the Statue of Liberty. "If Pfizer can do it to a little old lady's house in Groton," said Studard, "Than I can do it to a bigger older lady." Studard, 35, wants to determine he really owns the land. He says he will seek some of the revenue from the Statue of Liberty if he wins. He also promised that the Statue would remain as is if the suit is successful. Aside from the Statue, Studard is planning a small casino, an ice sculpture and a place where people can hunt deer and coyotes year round. -30- Navajo elder Pauline Whitesinger tells a special investigator on religious intolerance from the United Nations, "all religions are sacred, including those of Native America," when he visited the Navajo Reservation last February where he slept in Hogans by a woodstove for five nights and four days. Amor was his last name and he was from France. We happen to have forgotten his first name. Was it Luis? His job? The UN is preparing to indict US officials sometime in 2001 for genocides perhaps worse than Pinochio and hITTler combined. Of course George Busch and Oliver South have already pardoned each other. North Dakota (PAWN) - David, Age 9, won grand prize in the Phillup Morris/Krafft BlueBox contest. Using an ordinary box of macaroni and cheese he managed to blow 2600HZ into a telephone, thereby getting a phree phone call, just like CIA operatives around the world enjoy. Michael, age 5, came in second with 2597HZ while Colleen, age 9, and Danielle, age 11, tied for third with tones of 2595, which still siezes a trunk-line; just not right away. Jessica, age 5, and Liesl, age 11, both from Texas will receive scholarships to the Jon Benet school of phone-sex operations. They didn't blow very well, but they looked really cute the way mommy and daddy dolled them up. A Bad Example of Throwing Tones: Playing "Welcome To The Jungle" over and over at hurtful wattage in a US DOD sanctioned attempt to drive Manuel Noriega so crazy he'll come out of his Vatican hideout - 1989 Fine Example(s) of Throwing Tones: 13 Tibetan singing/talking bowls taking out air traffic control. "I love you." "I forgive you." "How do you like your coffee?" Aargh!?! Shelter Notes by this Marc Frucht guy. What did I start??!?? 2 Christmases ago I began shaving my head clean. I've gotten used to it despite so missing the long-ass ponytail I used to sport before that. A teenager here at the shelter I help run shaved his head because he thought it looked "really dope," on me. Now he comes back from the Fox River Mall with "FuBu" carved into the back of his head. He's a little perplexed as to why I didn't immediately think that was the way coolest thing I'd ever seen. For those of you who have no idea what I'm referring to, FB is the next Tommy Hilfiger. Pants, sweatshirts, underclothing, lunchboxes, sunglasses, maybe even a Hansens Toaster Strudel Endorsement. Ayeee!! Maybe next I'll tattoo "Pepsi" in blue on my left ass-cheek. "Been there; done that," you tell me? Aargh. 9 out of 10 men using Propeesha had gruesome hair. Women who are pregnant must NOT run their fingers through their spouses'. ATI. Shifting paradigms for 11 years. As per usual, we end with poetry, because In the end. Alls we's left wiff is myth... I was a WalMart CareBear Wannabe a poem by Lisa Martinovic it was the grand opening it was a big responsibility and my temp agency chose me for this mission at seven AM at the grand opening of the new WalMart SuperCenter I would don a CareBear costume head out onto the floor and spend 12 happy hours meeting and greeting kids of all ages I was flushed with excitement at the very thought told all my friends couldn't sleep for days so imagine my disappointment when I got the call seems CareBear corporate decided to send one of their own people to fill the estimable shoes of this lovable creature that means so much to so many boy did they miss out! If I was their CareBear I'd bring a whole new dimension to that role I'd comport myself with jovial avuncularity hopping, skipping and jumping down aisle after aisle of fine quality products that wouldn't dream of putting any cry-baby local merchants out of business I'd direct bargain-crazed shoppers to big BIG savings on merchandise crafted with pride in Third World countries by people enjoying optimal working conditions and I'd make it my mission in life to lead new WalMart Associates to the very back of the store through two warehouses and into the locked storm cellar in case any WalMart customer ever asked where they could recycle their five hundred thousand blue plastic sacks and when I was through making points with WalMart management I'd romp gaily with other gargantuan corporate mascots perhaps perambulate with Mr. Peanut in the Garden Poisoning section maybe make merry with a massive M&M in the Disguise the Smell of Women's Genitalia aisle meanwhile, my friends would arrive en masse cameras at the ready eager to record this historic event sure to inspire giggles for generations to come but I'd leave my CareBear head on and they couldn't tell me from a six foot Vlasic pickle I'd later develop an extreme allergic reaction to the plastic lining of that CareBear head I'd sue WalMart for animal rights violations and worker's compensation a messy public trial would ensue I'd settle out of court and be set for days But they don't know that yet, so first I'd scamper back to the toy department for an hour or two of jostling crabby youngsters on my knee Before long the media-savvy tots conveniently misconstruing my innocent gestures would band together in a class action lawsuit claiming sexual molestation by a deranged CareBear! stunned by the allegations I'd slip into the bathroom inches ahead of the obligatory National Enquirer onslaught and ditch the costume in a diaper changing station only to emerge as just another satisfied WalMart consumer forever pushing that shopping cart through the Buy More Save More-One Size Fits All-Artificially Flavored and Sweetened aisle of life If you enjoyed your ride, please tell friends, ok? === response? ati@etext.org ===