Saturday, May 30, 2009

Bhopal, 25 years on.

Safreen and Satinath(Sathyu) who were available for panel discussion after the screening of Secrets and Lies left a lasting impression on me. Their optimism and dedication towards the goal of obtaining justice for Bhopal victims is commendable. These are some of the many heros who we rarely come to know of. There is another chance for Seattle folks to meet them this evening(See below for details). I will have more to write after today’s meeting but I would like to share the Sathyu’s poem that he recited to us with as much optimism and passion in his voice as the poem talks about. In a way this is his reply to those who ask him why he is still clinging on to an issue of past or why he doesn’t give up even after 25 years.

Sathyu Sarangi

A RABID OPTIMIST
Yes I'm a rabid optimist
For me every tree that continues to stand
Every stream that continues to flow
Every child that runs away from home
Is an indication that the battle is not only on
It is being won
You may tell me about the nuclear arms race
And all I can tell you is that an unknown child held my hand with love
You will try to draw me
Into the plato of practical life
Tell me that not only god
But all the religious and irreligious leaders are dead
And I will tell you that across the forest lives a young man who calls the earth his mother
You will give me the boring details
Of the rise of state power after every revolution
And I all I can tell you is that In our tribe we still share our bread.
You will reason with me and I will talk nonsense like this
And because the difference between breathing and living life
Is the difference between reason and poetry
I'll recite poems to you
Poems full of dreams
Poems full of optimism
And maybe a poem better than this.

Today's event:

Panel Discussion on "Corporate Crime, Environmental Injustice and Toxic Trespass: Lessons from the 1984 Union Carbide Gas disaster in Bhopal, India."
When: Saturday, May 30, 2009. 4.30 pm to 6.30 pm
Where: Communications 120, Stevens Way E, University District, University of Washington
www.washington.edu/home/maps/northcentral.html?CMU

Who:
Safreen "Rafat" Khan: A 16-year old second-generation victim of Union Carbide's poisons, Safreen is co-founder of Children Against Dow Carbide, a children's group that has committed itself to keeping the fight for justice in Bhopal alive for as long as it takes.

Satinath Sarangi: A long-time Bhopal activist, and founder-trustee of Sambhavna Trust clinic, an award winning free holistic clinic for survivors of the Bhopal disaster.

Dr. Sheela Satyanarayana: Asst Professor, Department of Pediatrics, Univ. of Washington. An accomplished physician with expertise in pediatric environmental health, Dr. Satyanarayana has been a forceful voice of science in advocating for more stringent regulations on toxic chemicals, including Bisphenol A and phthalates.

Local Sponsors: South Asia Center of University of Washington, Association for India's Development, Washington Toxics Coalition, Tasveer, WashPIRG (Students - UW), WashPIRG, SEED (UW), South Asia Students Association (UW), Washington Physicians for Social Responsibility, Amnesty International, Collaborative on Health and Environment - Washington, Commonweal-Northwest

Saturday, May 23, 2009

Wednesday, May 6, 2009

Pete Seeger Turns 90


 
The song Get Up And Go comes to mind as I think of Pete strumming his way to the 90s.
 
Get Up And Go
 
How do I know my youth is all spent?
My get up and go has got up and went
But in spite of it all I'm able to grin
And think of the places my get up has been.

Old age is golden so I've heard said
But sometimes I wonder as I crawl into bed
With my ears in a drawer, my teeth in a cup
My eyes on the table until I wake up.
As sleep dims my vision I say to myself:
Is there anything else I should lay on the shelf?
But though nations are warring and business is vexed
I'll stick around to see what happens next.

When I was young my slippers were red,
I could kick up my heels right over my head.
When I was older my slippers were blue,
But still I could dance the whole night thru.
Now I am older my slippers are black,
I huff to the store and I puff my way back.
But never you laugh; I don't mind at all,
I'd rather be huffing than not puff at all.

I get up each morning and dust off my wits
Open the paper and read the obits
If I'm not there I know I'm not dead
So I eat a good breakfast and go back to bed.