So all souls can see it

Oh, where have you been, my darling young one?
And what did you see, my darling young one?
And what did you hear, my darling young one?
And who did you meet, my darling young one?
And what will you do now, my darling young one?

I’ve walked and I’ve crawled on six crooked highways
I’ve stepped in the middle of seven sad forests
I saw a newborn baby with wild wolves all around it
I saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it
I saw ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all broken
I saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children
I heard the sound of a thunder, it roared out a warning
I heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world
I met one man who was wounded in love
I met another man who was wounded in hatred

Now I’m going back out before the rain starts falling
I’ll walk to the depths of the deepest black forest
Where the people are many and their hands are all empty
Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters
Where the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison
Where the executioner’s face is always well hidden
Where hunger is ugly, where souls are forgotten
Where black is the color, where none is the number
And I’ll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it
And reflect it from the mountain so all souls can see it

Father’s Day 2017

Oh, the gentlemen are talking and the midnight moon is on the riverside
They’re drinking up and walking and it is time for me to slide
I live in another world where life and death are memorized
Where the earth is strung with lovers’ pearls and all I see are dark eyes

A cock is crowing far away and another soldier’s deep in prayer
Some mother’s child has gone astray, she can’t find him anywhere
But I can hear another drum beating for the dead that rise
Whom nature’s beast fears as they come and all I see are dark eyes

They tell me to be discreet for all intended purposes,
They tell me revenge is sweet and from where they stand, I’m sure it is.
But I feel nothing for their game where beauty goes unrecognized,
All I feel is heat and flame and all I see are dark eyes.

Oh, the French girl, she’s in paradise and a drunken man is at the wheel
Hunger pays a heavy price to the falling gods of speed and steel
Oh, time is short and the days are sweet and passion rules the arrow that flies
A million faces at my feet but all I see are dark eyes

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Unlucky Seven

June 15
7 years to the day since Rui was abducted and taken to where the Japanese state would assert its sovereignty and claim jurisdiction over my son, unchallenged by any institution, regardless of international law, concern for children’s protection, or feelings of shared humanity.

Japan’s Fuji TV reported on Rui’s abduction in 2011, and tried to hide the identity of the abductor in this way (with facial blurring). They ought to have known;  Japan offers no rememdies for victims of child abduction. They could have put her name and face in lights.

Fuji TV story- original photo

Fuji TV story- original photo

Peter Tosh here speaks for me. (It seems it really did happen this way, within a year… without the mystical aspect of the universe turning on wrongdoing. It remains for us the living to set that right…)

Downpresser man – where you gonna run to?
Downpresser man – where you gonna run to?
Downpresser man – where you gonna run to?
All along that day

You’re gonna run to the rocks,
The rocks will be melting.
When you run to the rocks,
The rocks will be melitng.
When you run to the rocks,
The rocks will be melitng.
I said all along that day.

You gonna run to the sea,
But the sea will be boiling.
When you run to the sea,
The sea will be boiling.
You will run to the sea,
The sea will be boiling.
All along that day.

(Sad day for you, man)

You gonna run to the Lord
But the Lord will be hiding
You gonna run to the Lord
But the Lord will be hiding
You will run to the Lord
But the Lord will be hiding
All along that day.

I wouldn’t like to be a flea,
Under your collar man.
I wouldn’t like to be a flea,
In your collar man.
I wouldn’t like to be a flea,
Under your collar.
All along that day.

You gonna run, but you can’t hide
You gonna run, but you can’t hide
You gonna run, but you can’t hide
All along that day

Downpresser man – where you gonna run to?
Downpresser man – where you gonna run to?
Downpresser man – where you gonna run to?
All along that day

This song is dedicated to Ohnuki Kensuke, Terauchi Machiko, and the love you could cripple but could not kill. May you grow a conscience so that it can haunt and torment you.

Rui –  Daddy’s love for you will never die, while we both live and breathe.

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Cousins

Zach, Rui and Daddy Brian

Rui
Your first and eldest cousin, Zach Prager, will have his wedding this weekend on Saturday, June 3rd. It will be in Austin, Texas, where Uncle Neal, Aunt Lori, and your Cousin Sarah all live. Zach is going to marry his long-time girlfriend and partner, Molly O’Neil.

Zach and Molly

All of your U.S. family will be gathered together there in Neal’s house and around town at various places for an event that’s both deeply happy and serious. Zach and Molly have been all around the world together. And now they’re committed to being one partnership for good. It is a generational milestone in your family here.
Rui, your daddy misses you every day. It’s hard to go on with anything normal; every day is another day that has been stolen in this most supremely selfish, toxic mean-spirited attack against you and me. It’s beyond imagining, yet it goes on every day. And every day I miss you, think about you, wonder and wish I could find and defend and exchange life with you, and be your father. Nothing else really authentically matters to me as much; and so while this event is really a happy one for your family here, it will have a subterranean undercurrent of melancholy that I will bear quietly through the day. You should be here to see your cousin’s marriage begin. You deserve to know them; they are good people.
I study hard Rui. I hope you do too. I am seeking with all my waking hours and strength to try to understand all the complex ways that your abduction and our separation can have affected you. My one goal for my life is to work against this wrongdoing; and to see it stop happening to all the little ones in Japan, and around the world.
Seek the light Rui. Look up into the night skies for the moon and stars. I will be watching them just as you do. I wait with my heart full, heavy, and longing for the day our lives may be restored in some way.
Love and real devotion, from your father. Brian Prager

Listen to my heartsong, Rui boy.

Daddy

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Expulsion and Exile Are Our Common Passover

We must not fail to see that the logics of expulsion which are mulitplying the end products of chains of transactions in the dynamics of our age, are the producers and factories of refugees, of  calls for border walls, of wild claim-justifications for abductions, and expelling of low-income or unemployed persons from social welfare and health care. This cannot be held at bay or held in denial on behalf of advocacy for our children’s cause. We seek relief of the acute burden of expulsion – of ourselves and our children from law, from security, from access, from regimes of protection – which has infected the body politic.

At the dawn of the regimes of neoliberalism, there were displacements and de-industrialization, which were intense and brutal in their devastation. Depradation struck whole cities; whole sectors and whole economies were despoiled. Ever and always as it has been with such grand-scale transformations of the structure of urban, regional, and global environments as they have functioned under capital, the assault was both preceded and tailed by legal regimes that altered and ratified massive social effects. The tidal waves and tsunamis that washed millions into streets, subway stations, onto curbs and into tunnels, were accompanied by agreements, legal arrangements, sovereign rights of property and territory that held at bay the defense of dispossessed children, parents, workers, and tenants; colonized lives were rendered technologically superfluous, deportable, and expellable.

Once necessary and skilled labor, from oil processing workers to port loaders and shippers became deportable excess populations, lacking in or severed from local ties. Whole conurbations of industrial labor could be expelled, and the services funded by their activity, ended. Whole regional economies were lain waste, as it became a strategic advantage of operations of global business to render locally employed labor as deportable and socially expendable as possible. And what was needed to shore up this regime of expulsion? Alterations, justifications and continuities in the rule of law.

Now come the scouring, reinterpretations and adaptions of treaties and international “trade agreements” which facilitated the globalization of labor resources, and degraded the protections required of sovereign states. It was a small step from there, to the sectoral specialization of the assault on previously supposedly “sacred” grounds of social relations. They came for our parents and changed their names. They came for our towns and emptied them of value and population. And then, our children fell into the abyss of the unprotected, the expelled, the “concentrated” for ease and facilitation of expulsion.

It is hard to look at our children and those of the most abject of refugees and victims of social abandonment and see their connected plights; but the links are real.  It’s difficult to arouse an equally deserving level of sympathetic empathy for the eliminated family members stolen from us with those of the vast floods of drowning, suffering, cold and embittered lives of the refugees of the spectacle of border camps, fleeing from guards and nationalist mobs across the globe. But to fail to perceive the connectedness of our lost children’s plight with theirs may be the greatest failing of all. If we can’t see how intimately the formal elements are comprised of similarities of law which deprive persons of their humanity, then how can we hope to have our wishes redeemed? Are they so private and unrelated to our little sisters and brothers in the muddy tents? I think not.

This is my blood, and my son’s, on the doorpost. This is our Passover. A utopian dream that would do the impossible: redeem us, turn time to run backward, and restore to us the loss of our humanity, and make us worthy of our children. We have to make common cause with the dispossessed, the disparaged, the disdained, and the disrespected fellows of our species. The time for that is now.

Rui and Daddy, New York Passover

Refugees – Federation des Societes Juives en France – Passover 1947

Rui on Passover

Berlin 1946 – Distribution of Passover foods

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