viernes, 8 de mayo de 2009
Guatemala: Declaración del Congreso Nacional de Mujeres Mayas y Xinkas
Ministerio de Relaciones Exteriores facilitará arribo de Delegaciones Extranjeras
Perú: Declaración de Huanuco. Congreso Campesino – Rimanakuy 2009
Perú: Mujeres indígenas inician Encuentro Nacional Preparatorio
Perú: Encuentros Nacionales definen propuestas para IV Cumbre Continental
Chile: DECLARACIÓN DE TEMUKO
Guira de Melena - Cuba
DECLARACION de la CLOC
En Güira de Melena, Cuba, tierra de revoluciones, resistencia, justicia y dignidad, a 50 años del triunfo de la Revolución y a 50 años de la promulgación de la primera ley de reforma agraria, momentos históricos, que marcaron y marcan la luchas emancipadoras de nuestros pueblos.
Emocionados y contagiados del enorme espíritu revolucionario y solidario de este pueblo, más de 70 mujeres, hombres y jóvenes, representantes de las organizaciones miembros de la Coordinadora Latinoamericana de Organizaciones del Campo (CLOC-VIA CAMPESINA), nos hemos reunido para retomar y sistematizar las experiencias de lucha, nuestra identidad continental, ratificando el carácter anti neoliberal, anticapitalista, antiimperialista y por el socialismo, de nuestra organización, que sigue asentada y avalada por las masas campesinas, indígenas, afro descendientes, y por los trabajadores rurales organizados, además de la historia y prestigio ganado en las gloriosas batallas contra el ALCA, la OMC, FMI, Banco Mundial, las transnacionales y el agro negocio, a favor siempre de la soberanía alimentaria y la reforma agraria, entre miles de luchas territoriales en cada punto de nuestra mayúscula América.
Trabajamos y reflexionamos con el fin de elaborar una visión común de los procesos y escenarios del continente, los nuevos procesos políticos, para de esta forma definir ejes de acción que continúen nuestra histórica tarea de lucha por la transformación de la sociedad, por la soberanía alimentaria, por la defensa de la biodiversidad y la cultura de nuestros pueblos, definiéndonos como una organización que juega un papel fundamental en la construcción de una alternativa no-capitalista, en el camino y el anhelo de un futuro justo, igualitario, socialista.
Ratificamos nuestra solidaridad con la lucha y resistencia que por medio siglo ha mantenido el heroico pueblo Cubano frente a todo tipo de agresiones, destacándose el genocida y criminal bloqueo económico, comercial y financiero impuesto por los Estados Unidos de América, al que seguimos condenando y denunciando.
Identificamos un momento importante en el escenario continental, que puede generar mayores posibilidades de avances en nuestros objetivos.
Hay gobiernos populares que al calor de la organización y movilización de los movimientos sociales, con gran protagonismo de nuestras organizaciones del campo, asumen y concretan pasos a favor de reformas agrarias, de la soberanía alimentaria, de la soberanía de los bienes y recursos naturales.
También identificamos a gobiernos progresistas, que ante sus dudas, temores y compromisos con las elites dominantes, nos obligan a movilizar, presionar y generar acciones directas para forzar cambios estructurales.
Seguiremos combatiendo y luchando contra los gobiernos neoliberales, aliados fundamentales del imperialismo yanqui, de las empresas transnacionales, y comprometidos en el marco de la actual crisis del capital, con la reestructuración y recomposición rápida de nuevos ciclos de acumulación capitalista.
Nuestras luchas sumarán fuerzas al proceso integracionista de la Alternativa Bolivariana para nuestra América (ALBA), que llevan adelante los gobiernos que la integran y los movimientos sociales populares, para lo cual requeriremos como divisa fundamental lograr la unidad de acción y la integración que el momento histórico requiere, para esto trabajaremos en garantizar la realización de la asamblea continental de los movimientos sociales.
Condenamos y denunciamos al terrorismo y militarización en todas sus formas y manifestaciones contra nuestros pueblos; repudiamos enérgicamente la constante y progresiva criminalización de los movimientos sociales y lideres de nuestras organizaciones.
Condenamos también los intentos de magnicidio como método para frenar procesos revolucionarios, ejemplos elocuentes de esto lo constituyen los planes de asesinato contra Hugo Chávez, Evo Morales, y por más de 50 años contra Fidel Castro y otros lideres de la Revolución Cubana.
Frente a esto nos comprometemos a:
- Fortalecer la participación y organización en nuestras bases,
- Profundizar la formación política y técnica de nuestros dirigentes y militantes, con plena inclusión de las mujeres y jóvenes, garantía de nuestro presente y futuro de lucha.
- Establecer alianzas para los desafíos de esta etapa, teniendo en cuenta que la crisis impactara con más fuerza en los trabajadores que viven en las ciudades, momento oportuno entonces para firmar nuestra alianza de clase.
- Fortalecer un espacio de los movimientos sociales del continente, que en el marco del Alba y otros procesos de integración, sea referencia y garantía de la participación organizada del pueblo en las decisiones y rumbos estratégicos.
- Continuar trabajando, con más fuerza, en la profundización de nuestras políticas de comunicación e información.
Nosotros, los y las participantes en este encuentro, llamamos a condenar la injusticia que por mas de 10 años se comete contra cinco jóvenes cubanos, Héroes de la Republica de Cuba por luchar contra el terrorismo, cumpliendo sanciones injustas y crueles, exigimos su inmediata liberación comprometiéndonos a denunciar y luchar desde nuestros países por esta causa.
- El retiro de tropas de ejércitos latinoamericanos en Haití, ¡¡ya¡¡
- La despenalización del cultivo de la “Coca”, hoja sagrada de los pueblos indígenas originarios.
- El cese de la persecución a los militantes de las organizaciones del Campo, en especial a los campesinos y campesinas de Colombia.
Nos convocamos a:
- Iniciar inmediatamente un proceso de debate y discusión hacia nuestro V Congreso Continental de Organizaciones del Campo, que culminara en Ecuador, en el mes de octubre de 2010.
- A mantener una lucha permanente en articulación con las acciones acordadas con los movimientos sociales.
Guira de Melena (Cuba, 29 de abril de 2009)
Por la vida, la tierra, el territorio y la soberanía de nuestros pueblos
Globalicemos la Lucha, Globalicemos la Esperanza
Hasta la victoria siempre
A more "personal is political" accounting - to borrow a feminist phrase - of my by now more than seven decades of experiences, and especially over the past five decades, appears in the essay "The Cold War and Me" and the 1962-1964 letters, all reproduced in on-line/auto-biographical essays. For those for whom those two dozen pages are too much and/or to pique their interest, I here offer a two page summary 'self-introduction' of the same and more of my personal and political trials and tribulations, which any visitor to this home page can readily skip as well if s/he wants to go on to more listings of professional matters, or just to log out of here altogether. So, here goes.
I was born in Berlin in 1929 and at the age of 4 I left there with my parents, who went to Switzerland as political exiles when Hitler came to power in Germany in 1933. I would return to the place of my birth 40 years later, but by then as a political exile myself and my family from the military coup in Chile in 1973. In the meantime and indeed also since then, my usual stay in any one place around this world lasted one to a couple of years or less. After I arrived in Switzerland, I spent the next 8 years there, but going from each of its three principal language regions to another. I began school in the Italian one for about a year, after I had already spent a previous year in some pre-school boarding institution in the French speaking region, and before I would remain all of 5 years in any one place, but alas confined in a Swiss boarding school in the German speaking region, if any reader knows what THAT means.
In 1941, during the second year of World War II in Europe and in my 12th year of age, I left Europe and went to the United States, where I remained until the age of 31, when in 1961 I began my further Oddissey around the world. The only exceptions to my usual 1-2 year stays in one place were 4 years in the same college in the United States and 5 years each in Chile from 1968 to 1973 and then at from 1978 to 1983 in England - until from 1983 to 1993 I lived in Amsterdam for twice my previous 5 year maximum. [By the time he was 20, my elder son had lived in 10 different countries, and some more than once, and now says that he has moved 43 times during his 37 years].
Along the way, I also got a high school and then a college diploma, a masters degree and two doctoral ones [an American PhD in 1957 and a French Doctorat d'Etat in 1978]. But although I had much American schooling, I received very little education if any and learned virtually nothing of any use in any of the many schools that I attended here and there. My real [world] education if any, was derived from hitchhiking across the United States for a distance equivalent to more than two times around the globe at its equator during my teens and early twenties, and since my thirties my sort of medieval type itinerant scholar up and down the Americas and criss-cross around Europe, while travelling, living, and being socially and politically active in literally countelss countries all around the world.
On one of my many trips, I met Marta Fuentes and we were married and lived in nearly a dozen countries until cancer took her away in 1993 after over 30 years of our marriage. We had two sons, who recently had two kids of their own, thus making me a grandfather and for some time already also a friend of their respective wives, all of whom now live in Europe. One son is by now fluent in a dozen languages and the other in half a dozen, and their kids are already learning two or three languages each from the world go, while I manage in seven, but in each of them badly at best.
After I lost my first wife, I was re-married to Nancy Howell who had already been my 'sweetheart' well before Marta and I had met, so that by then a good 4 decades had passed between us; yet our recent life and marriage in Toronto then ended in divorce after only 4 years. After that, I moved to Montreal and then so far to Miami, where I met Alison Candela. In the meantime, I had four major operations that kept me alive but at the cost of a few unpleasant after-effects; and I wrote a book between the first and second of them. It is the so far last of three dozen previous book titles in about 135 different editions among my over 1000 publications in 30 languagves. So I am now more than sceptical when, for reasons unknown and to me unimaginable, Alison wants me to write still two more books, one a sequel to my latest academic one, and the other a personal autobiography.
I actually started one already in 1986, but I gave up on it after having written the first 10 pages of the introduction to the introduction. Now as for myself, I have good reason to believe that the world can get along quite well without still another book from me, thank you.
But to those that are still with me, I don't want to leave a wrong impression that I have only or even primarily pursued an academic or worse an intellectual career, since the only career I have made is not to have one. On the contrary from along my path through what now seems like a global labyrinth, I can also record countless other more practical both more important and more mundane occupations that re not necessarily unrelated to each other or to my mis-named 'professional' ones.
These were also frequently interrupted, or as again now, complemented by quite a lot of unemployment. My jobs began with the usual newspaper route, delivering the OUTLOOK and also working as a gardener in Santa Monica, California. There also, I held down a somewhat less usual job for a 13 year old, working in a liquor store, first in the stockroom and then at the counter selling liquor and mostly beer to the thousands of bathers at the Pacific Ocean beach just across the then US 101, now California 1.
At that same beach, I was also 'self-empoyed' as a beach-comber to retrieve the same and other bottles again in order turn them in to my same employer so as to collect the deposits of 2 cents each for 12 oz. and 5 cents each for 32 oz. beer bottles. The job brought me my social security card, and the income went to repeatedly buying eyeglasses to replace the just lost or broken ones, to send money to my working mother in Idaho and Michigan, and then in August 1943 to buy myself a train ticket to take the Union Pacific to go live with her there - as it turned out for six months, until she moved to New York.
So then around my 15th birthday, I decided to remain alone in Ann Arbor to complete the rest of my sophomore and then my junior and senior years of high school. I worked first in a grocery store, then as a waiter, later and after school as janitor in my own school till they fired me and I got a job still in the same building in the Public Library, at then again at other janitorial jobs cleaning junior highs on Saturdays, and later after school washing dishes at the Michigan Union and serving as a model for an art class.
My 'free' time was devoted to athletics, mostly competitive long distance running, for three years in high school years, continued for four years in college, and one even in graduate school. It was as a high school runner that my team-mates babtized me with the [nick]name Gunder, which was derived from the Swedish then holder of world records in five events, who like me was always separated from the rest of the field, the difference being that he was a half track ahead and I a half track behind the others. [Being half way out of the field seems to have become some sort of a habit of mine, though since then I seem to have been mostly half a lap ahead of the rest - which entails even more discomfort than being behind!]. The name Andre came later when I myself dropped the last letter from my Andrew in English and Andres in Spanish after a librarian asked me if they these are the same author or not, whose first name was Andreas in German.
Anyway, after high school, I sold magazines door-to-door in Ohio with the come on door opener, as the standard saying went, 'to earn money for college'. In 1946, I actually did that - at Swarthmore in Pennsylvania from which I graduated with honors in 1950. Thereby [excepting the 5 years in the Swiss boarding school], I had now equalled my previous record of 4 years in any one place during the first four years of my life from 1929 to 1933 in Berlin. In my college years and after, I again sold newspaper and worked as a waiter and/or busboy, and after that as well in Atlantic City and San Francisco, near Holland Michigan and near Albuquerque New Mexico, and so on. Along the way here and there, I also picked potatoes, apples and cherries.
During summer vacations in college and for many years after that, I held down all sorts of jobs until I was fired from most of them - always for the same reason: insubordination. These jobs included building pre-fab houses in the Washington DC suburbs, digging ditches and laying the concrete sidewalk from the north-west corner of the campus of the University of Michigan campus to its library, and therefore many years later I could tell my son that I had once made a 'concrete' contribution to his welfare there as a graduate student. In Washington state, I worked in a saw mill and then as a logger, as well as again digging ditches and 'gandy-dancing', that is laying railroad track. In Michigan, I built automobiles at Willow Run [which had been built during World War II to manufacture B 17bombers], and in New Orleans I tended 32 spools in a row of twine to spin them for the International Harvester Corporation.
There, I also worked as a private eye, as well as of course in the French Quarter tourist industry as a waiter on Bourbon Street, a picture painter in Jackson Square, and in the Mardi Gras parade walking around dressed as a huge paper-mache Old Gran Dad whisky bottle, on which people knocked asking for samples that I was unable to supply. Alas, I had no ''aptitude'' for any of these: I had taken an employment aptitude test at the Louisiana State Employment Commission, which showed that , as they duly informed me, I had aptitude for NOthing, and especially NO INTELLECTUIAL aptitude. Therefore, they said, I should try my hand at automobile mechanic, as which they however could find no job for me. In San Francisco, I carted refrigerators and similar household equipment up three flights of stairs for a moving company, and for free concert attendance I ushered people up and down the aisles of the San Francisco Opera House.
At Union Square, I wrapped Christmas presents in the basement of the fancy I. Magnin department store until I was fired for refusing to warp something too ugly for words and in my opinion for wrapping. In Chicago, I loaded freight cars at night, and in the daytime I was supposed to placate the irate customers of a furniture store whose sales personnel made their sales by promising delivery dates that were impossible to meet. Since I sided more with their innocent customer victims, the sales people had me fired.
This self-training in 'public relations' may have offered me good experience when later in Mexico, I trapsed around rural villages trouble shooting an American company's snafus in 'community development'. In Mexico also, I initiated and then taught the first ever course on Latin American development at the national university UNAM. My Chicago PhD in Economics, yes with Milton Friedman, finally did me some good in Brazil where it proved to be my union card for an appointment to teach anthropology in the still under construction Brasilia where the since then my friend and now late Darcy Ribeiro at the time thought he needed more PhDs on the staff to establish the 'academic legitimacy' of the also still under construction UNB National University of Brazil of which he was founder rector, before he became the head of staff for the President Jango Goulart, until both went into exile after the military coup of March 30, 1964.
The month before, and after our son Paulo was born there, Marta and I had already left Brazil again for Chile, later for Mexico where Miguel was born, then to Montreal, and in 1968 back again to Chile. This time teaching at the University of Chile, I equalled my childhood record of a five year stay in one place. That ended with the September 11, 1973 military coup, which drove my family into permanent exile and for us again new cities in three countries in Europe, all of whose languages my kids had to learn in turn to be able to go to school and otherwise to survive. Me too.
That now leaves almost three decades still to be accounted for. The first two of them I spent with my family until my two sons, first Paulo and then Miguel, went off to college in England in the early 1980s and then my wife Marta died of cancer in Amsterdam in 1993. I took care of her 24 hours a day for her last 6 months.
The first 5 years of these 2 decades we spent in exile in Germany, the only place I could go as a still German citizen, after the also Tuesday September 11 coup and bombing of the presidential palace in Chile with documented direct support of Nixon and Kissinger - which not many people and few Americans but certainly we recalled in 2001. But these first 5 years in Germany were spent in 3 different cities, Berlin, Munich and Frankfurt and in twice as many different houses from September 1973 to August 1974. Then we moved to Frankfurt where we were finally able to live in the same house for 3 years between 1975 and 1978. During these same 3 years, I published 10 different books, some already several years in the pipeline.
Nonetheless, though I received two research grants that kept us alive, I was never able to get a regular job for clearly political reasons in Germany. In 1978, the Culture Minister [previously he was a police director !] of the State of Hessen should have formally and routinely approved my professorial appointment for which a university president wanted to hire me. Instead, the Minister personally told the President who also personally reported the same to me that "this Frank will NEVER receive a university appointment here," after three years earlier he had already closed an opening for which I was first on the short list] at the University of Frankfurt, which is why we had moved to that city in the first place. So we left Germany after I accepted a professorship at the University of East Anglia in England where my sons then finished school and went to college, and Marta also went to college at my university.
We left England in 1983, because Marta was unable any longer to abide its racism - and my sons only later told me that they too were similarly discriminated against - after I was offered a professorship at the University of Amsterdam. I would spend 10 years there plus 2 years commuting back and forth weekly between there and England while first Marta and then Miguel finished their schools. That was over two times as long as I had ever been anywhere else in my life before: 3 times 5 years in England and Chile and before that in boarding school in Switzerland; two times 4 years, my first four in Berlin and then 4 years at Swarthmore College in the USA; 3 years at Ann Arbor High School, and 2 years or less in lots of other places in North and South America.
But my stay in Amsterdam until my obligatory retirement at 65 in 1994 was prolonged, because I was unable to get a job anywhere else. During a decade in the 1980s and early 1990s, I had applied for 80 different publicly advertised teaching jobs in North America, almost all in the United States. I was short listed for 5 of them, interviewed for 3 of these; and of the 80, I got 0. As already related above, a year after Marta's death, in 1994, I moved to Toronto to live with and then marry Nancy Howell, with whom I had already lived in 1959-61, until after 40 years of reflection she changed her mind and kicked me out. Then after a year licking my wounds in Montreal, in 1999 I went to Miami and met Alison Candela who has lovingly put up with me ever since. We married in July 2003.
1916: Elogio a Cervantes