Sunday, July 29, 2007

In Congo

with a big shout-out to Elder RavenFire for alerting me to this story.

Over in the Democratic Republic of Congo there is a huge problem. The folks there are poor and many of them are rather superstitious when it comes to who to blame family troubles on. Kids eight years of age and younger are being shuttled off to churches and ministers for sessions promising to deliver them from demons for a hefty fee. The lucky kids are forced to vomit out objects [which were inserted into their bodies by the ministerics] and thus vomit out Satan too. The less fortunate are dumped in the streets, beaten, forced to leave home and become children of the street.

Street living is hard in Congo. The natives do not have spare change, often having difficulties themselves when it comes to feeding their families. [Jobs do not always pay on a regular basis and that includes government positions]. Ex-pat Americans and India Indians are well-off tooling around in their Mercedes et. al. but they are in a distinct minority of 1 percent. 14% of the water is potable, meaning the other 86% is contaminated and vectors of disease. Street kids wash in filthy water in alleyways when they can. They eat when they can. Some manage to get into shelters. Unfortunately, the shelters often provide a place to sleep and education for a year. The aim is to reunite the children with their families. The method is education: It is irrational and cruel to believe that your child is a witch.

Women are gang-raped [sometimes by government Mau-Maus] and have their genitals pierced or multilated in the act of. They then go to hospitals where they face operations to repair perforated anuses or to reconstruct genitals out of what is left. Some become pregnant by their rapists, adding yet another difficulty to becoming mainstreamed back into Congolese society. A few of the lucky ones learn how to make shea butter, perhaps selling it to places like Bath & Bodyworks for a pittance.

[Yes, some men have also been brutalized by the Mau-Maus and raped. The vast majority of gang rape vics in Congo are women].

Then there are the widows who have been accused of witchcraft. They wind up in witch camps where the chiefs beat them, demanding that they do labor. Some of them can't physically draw water several times a day or labor in the fields. If a grandchild comes to live with them at the camp in order to help them, that grandchild is often rejected by the family that originally accused their widowed relations of being witches.

This stuff has been documented since 1999 as happening in Congo. Why the fuck haven't we heard much if anything about it?


radical sapphoq



http://www.thefullmonte.com/congo.htm
Congo

http://etext.virginia.edu/users/fennell/highland/harper/congo200.html

Congo

http://scotlandonsunday.scotsman.com/index.cfm?id=101232003
Congo

http://www.state.gov/g/drl/rls/irf/2006/71295.htm
Congo

http://www.everyculture.com/Bo-Co/Democratic-Republic-of-the-Congo.html

sterilized picture of Congo cultures

http://news.independent.co.uk/world/africa/article362215.ece
http://www.cnn.com/2006/WORLD/africa/05/23/koinange.rape.war/index.html?iref=newssearch

http://www.cnn.com/2006/WORLD/africa/05/31/congo.rape/index.html?iref=newssearch
gang rapes of Congolese women, also disgusting
http://www.cnn.com/2006/WORLD/africa/06/19/koinange.africa/index.html?iref=newssearch
rapes in eastern Congo, toward the bottom

http://www.timesonline.co.uk/tol/news/world/article726977.ece
http://www.timesonline.co.uk/tol/news/uk/article679077.ece
London kids being taken to Congo by their parents and being dumped there.

http://www.charismatic.org/congo.htm

five pentecostal churches in Congo

http://www.csmonitor.com/2006/0622/p13s01-lign.html?s=widep

http://www.witchesinexile.com/
Uganda witch camps

http://www.fiacat.org/en/spip.php?article87
Benin, Nigeria, Liberia, Angola, South Africa, Cameroon, and ESPECIALLY IN the Democratic Republic of the Congo.

http://hrw.org/campaigns/drc/2006/katanga/victims.htm

Katanga [in Congo]

http://media.guardian.co.uk/site/story/0,14173,1514334,00.html

Congo

http://skepdic.com/witches.html

skepdic on witches

Tuesday, July 17, 2007

Sylvia Plath and sleep apnea


Awesome woman she was, melancholy in the good old-fashioned way.
Well okay, crazy then if you must be picky about it.
Yes, she was a wonder. Wonderful stuff she wrote.
When Sylvia Plath decided to end her life with the gas pipe,
she left out milk and bread. For whom?
A question left unanswered still.

Oh Sylvia, when you were coming into your death
did you smell the stink of vinegar and did the bees'
roaring cut off your hearing?
If you still lived today, what meds would be prescribed for you?
How many weeks in between shrink visits for you?
Would they send you off to a day treatment sort of program?
A partial hospitalization thing? Or a "clubhouse?"
Would the professionals mutter against your writings during their staffings?
Would they claim that your writing was part of your sickness?

Benedryl makes me hyper.
Some folks use Seroquel for insomnia.
"Might you have sleep apnea?" I ask people when they talk about insomnia,
"That can mess up sleeping too."

Might I be obsessed with asking
random people if they have sleep apnea?
I want the world to get a c-pap machine and to have some real sleep like I get now.
But the world does not have sleep apnea.
And the news mediacs continue to dole out poisoned sugar drinks to the masses.
I swear politicians do not get enough sleep.
Again, the world does not have sleep apnea.
Too bad I think.
Yeah. At least that woulda been a relatively painless fix.

I might be content to leave the practice of medicine to the practitioners if I was convinced that they don't want us to be in their mass guinea pig parade.
Instead, I compulsively read Medscape articles
hoping for more clue-by-fours.

Pills and c-pap for a manageable life.
For me, better than the alternative.

Sylvia Plath thought that she was living in a fishbowl and folks were looking in.
Some say that is a mark of craziness. I rather think there is an element of truth in the most bizarre delusion.
And hers was rather tame.

I've rambled enough.
Here's to better days and a kinder gentler reality.


radical sapphoq