First Political Win – Statewide Divestment
UNC Chapel Hill and then the entire state of North Carolina
The Anti-Apartheid Divestment movement which started at UNC-Chapel Hill, eventually caused the entire state to divest all scholarship and pension funds in Apartheid era South Africa. We where the first Southern public University and first Southern state to do so.
That’s me on the upper right just under the ‘S’ holding the poster and me on the bottom in the front left holding up the roof as we erect the first shanty. I was the youngest co-founder of the group, a freshman, and the only woman.
We put the shanties up, then the University tore them down. Then we put them right back up again and the University backed down. They were a little confused and a whole lot embarrassed. They’d never encountered a situation like this. It made them (and rightly so) look like racist authoritarians (which of course they didn’t want to do), but also put them directly at odds with the Senior Senator of the State, a man by the name of Senator Jesse “No” Helms, also the most senior Republican of the Senate Foreign Relations Committee at the time, a Klansman (although never officially admitted) and of course a leading proponent of what was called “Constructive Engagement.” Essentially an Obama-like term for continuing the horrific American foreign policy of supporting slavery in South Africa, called Apartheid, where the majority of the black population lived in poverty with no rights, exploited by the minority of whites and rich white American corporations who took advantage of the slave labor to make huge profits.
Obama is doing exactly the same thing these days with things like “health care deform.” And refusing to do the right thing with Wall Street reform and making the bastards pay all the money back that they stole from the taxpayers (and admitting how much they got in the first place). Not to mention regulating the bastards instead of letting Geithner go back to his same old tricks.
But nobody’s calling him on it yet because nobody’s figured out how to do it yet or brave enough to call him the Black Reagan. Although the Nobel thing unleashed some pretty pent up frustration at a man who hasn’t done crappola except fuck us all over (except for his buddies and his next campaign contributors).
Great rhetoric and acting skills, but horrific policies so far. F– is my grade to date buddy. You’ve got a long way to go to make up for lost ground.
So anyway, the University tore the first shanties down. We put them back up again. And kept adding. Which of course the University administration wasn’t expecting.
SURPRISE!!!!!!
From a different angle as we got going, the campus began to look like Soweto. Well, sort of. But it was pretty impressive. Below is a reverse view, shot from the steps of the campus administration building of our shanty town.
The effort generated national press, and won strong faculty and community support. The state eventually divested all scholarship and pension funds from companies doing business in racist Apartheid South Africa. But it took a whole lot of effort and a whole lot of fighting. And a hell of a lot of courage from those of us who were really committed (and that wasn’t Ms. Butts). I literally put my academic scholarship AND my life on the line.
That’s me above in the background on the left looking very pissed after a meeting with the Board of Trustees, who initially thought we were a bunch of rowdy students who would just go away.
They were sadly mistaken.
In this picture above, you can’t see me. I was in jail. I was one of the first five people to get arrested for refusing to leave the shanties after they tore the first ones down for good, one of the first in a series of arrests that eventually forced the state to change their minds. It was pretty scary. We had no idea what they were going to do. The University ended up dropping charges.
This time.
But we got a huge amount of support from both the student body who showed up and formed a ring around the shanties as we were arrested, and faculty and even townies, who even brought their kids.
It was obviously, as these pictures show, a highly emotional affair. And shows clearly how much our effort affected both the University, the town of Chapel Hill, and ultimately the entire state. WE said NO to Senator NO, who didn’t really like it when his constituents fought back. A little something members of Congress would do well to remember right now. Especially DEMOCRATS.
But the fight was far from over. We weren’t giving up or going away. As the police arrested us that first day, I sat there as I waited for them to arrest me and sang “Amazing Grace” with tears pouring down my face, along with my fellow arrestees.
It’s always been one of my favorite hymns. And of course, while I’ve never been third world poor, I know what it’s like to lose your house. Like too many Americans are doing these days, thanks to the shameful inaction of the White House and Congress.
But hey, they’re all rich, and they’re not losing THEIR homes, so what does it matter if foreclosures reach ten million next year while Wall Street rakes in the big bucks and continues to fund their campaigns?
I think we’re looking a lot more like South Africa these days, rather ironically, Mr. Obama. You might take some hints about protesters, especially those who you can’t characterize as teabag, swastica waving right wing nut jobs or left wing tree huggers. Or as your slimy assholes with no juevos on your payroll like to say anonymously (of course) to the press, “the left of the left of the left of the left” is what is really the problem here. Or “terrorists” according to the DNC, for all those unloyal Democrats who don’t support you unswervingly.
Where have I heard that shit before?
Oh, I remember now!
THE REPUBLICANS.
Is that what the DNC is becoming? Because if it is, I’m really going to have to do some ass kicking. In the MOST EMBARRASSINGLY POSSIBLE WAY that will guarantee your moving date out of the Big House will come a whole lot sooner than you had planned.
I voted for ya because I stupidly believed that you would stick by your guns, but once burnt, twice shy. I know you like to think you’re a nice guy, but to quote Bill Maher, you’re my President, not my boyfriend, and I expect both to keep their word. And kick their asses if they lie.
Metaphorically speaking of course.
I know you think you’re all powerful, but I got news for ya buddy.
You ain’t.
And you aren’t smarter than anyone else on the planet either, no matter what you like to think. Or who kisses your ass. It’s a Washington passtime, don’t you know? And a full time occupation for most of its long time residents who perfected the craft a long time ago, when they flushed their morals down the toilet.
You see, while I have respect for leaders who earn it, it’s really all about visualization. I’m not intimidated by bullies (like your chief of staff) because in my experience they are really cowards and blowhards.
And from my perspective, the White House isn’t all that much bigger than Polk Place, the administration building at Chapel Hill where the President of the University kept HIS offices.
And I kicked the last Democratic President’s ass almost single handedly at the age of 27. You know who that is, right? I mean you hired his wife to be Secretary of State, so I guess you probably do. And he was extremely corrupt too. Something he passed on to his wife who seems to think that emulating her husband’s corrupt southern ways and playing it like the boys is really the way to get somewhere. I got news for ya. Clinton and Co. are just as responsible for the mess we are in as Bush was. And you are too at the rate we are going.
When are you going to STOP? That was, after all, the point of you running. Or so you told us on the campaign.
You promised to change things, not more of the same. But that’s what you’re doing and things are getting worse. Despite repeated warnings you chose to ignore. And that is not something I’m going to stand for. Along with the really crappy, elitist, racist, sexist attitudes of your staff.
And you for that matter.
So that’s why I am doing what I am and I plan on being in your fucking face for as long as it takes to get your attention and embarrass and harrangue you until I get that goddamned meeting I’ve been requesting.
From my perspective it’s an act of patriotism.
I would suggest you don’t ignore me any longer, otherwise we’ve got a date in court to look forward to.
Actually two. That would be criminal and civil.
And I know you really don’t want that.
Because that’s REALLY going to be embarrassing and something that while you weren’t in the room for, you are certainly responsible for, so I would set up that meeting I’ve been asking for pronto, on that proposal to hire lots of Americans I submitted to Cassandra Butts literally just after the inauguration. Along with alot of your other staff who also haven’t bothered to call me back.
It’s not that I want to meet you or shake your hand. I’ve lost any respect for you personally given what I’ve seen to date. This has more to do with stopping the bleeding and horrendous suffering I see all around me every day, but you seem completely oblivious to.
Which is absolutely appalling.
Where’s the leadership? Where’s the change? Where’s the audacity of hope?
Or were you just selling soap?
I mean it would be a good idea since your advisers don’t seem to have a fucking clue and the unemployment rate is going through the roof. Along with mortgage defaults and general economic pain. And healthcare deform not only looks like Frankenstein but is going to cost Americans who are making less even MORE MONEY and is apparently THREE YEARS away. And the only reason it’s going to cost more money is not that it’s going to provide greater coverage, and better service, but because you are creating a bigger industry who’s going to make even bigger profits for themselves, and of course, Wall Street, who you still refuse to regulate. Which is not only stupid but suicidal. Because they’re going to do what they did all over again and this time there’s no backstop.
And despite the charm, Goldilocks, you won’t be able to sweet talk your way out of this tsunami. Or twist enough arms or beat up enough progressives. Or gimps. Your ass will be grass.
Of course ours will be too, but we haven’t been raking in the dough like you have. And have been taking it on the chin for a lot longer.
Mr. Reich, remember him , the former Secretary of Labor under Clinton, and hardly a raving lefty, just agreed with me that your Labor Department is deliberately under counting the national unemployment statistics. He thinks it’s about 20% of Americans that are out of work. NOW. With lots of other economists agreeing that more pain is on the way.
I think it’s about double that already because he’s not counting the people with disabilities that could work but don’t get hired due to massive discrimination that even you are perpetuating (20% of the country with a 90% unemployment rate and according to judges and case law in every federal circuit have lesser contractual value than the able bodied. For no reason. Sounds just like an American Apartheid, doesn’t it? Or maybe slavery perhaps?)
The Labor Department never counts our real unemployment rate because of their own horrific attitudes and discriminatory policies that haven’t changed AT ALL since you got into office. Because you share the same shameful attitude. And haven’t done shit to help this community, even on easy wins like including us as “minorities” in the SBA Stim Bill passed early this year. That would have been so easy. What was the matter?
Were you sleeping?
But I guess you’re too busy killing innocent women and children in Afghanistan to focus on American human and civil rights. Or did you not study case law for gimps under the 1991 Civil Rights Act? Or has nobody over there at Treasury taken time from cheating on their taxes and letting Rangel cheat on his to do the number crunching on what it costs to deliberately exclude so many of us from the workforce.
Just a hint.…about the size of the annual deficit in disability payments alone every year. If you want to save money that would be a terrific way to start that beats the shit out of any proposal I’ve heard from you, or any Republican for that matter in cutting the deficit.
That’s about $1.4 Trillion a year and change plus we’re talking about.
But I guess you’d rather preserve the status quo because you are really discriminatory yourself and don’t really understand or want to take the time to learn how adaptive technology levels the playing field.
Or have anyone on staff who has?
Probably not at the rate you are going, because if you had, the idiot who bought his way into his job, Mr Dale, would have not only called me back too, but would have brought this to your attention, rather than publicly announcing that the issue of disability rights just needs “more study.”
Read blow off, in Washington speak.
And has not suggested that PWDs get anything but the worst possible redlined jobs in America.
But then Mr. Dale doesn’t have as much experience as I do with disability law, since I was actually working at the ACLU legislative office on the Hill when the damned piece of legislation called the ADA was being drafted and passed, not to mention I’m in the middle of a small matter of a case that the EEOC has taken TWO YEARS AND COUNTING just to investigate when my lawyer and I did all the work for them. So he’s an idiot too.
More study my ass, when your own Department of Defense has already told me that my proposal your advisers are so busy ignoring is far ahead of THEM AS AN AGENCY in dealing with one of the most complicated disabilities there is, and I’m just one person. And that’s just ONE of the facets of my proposal, which deals with both the abled and those with disabilities.
You see, I don’t discriminate or see people with disabilities as having lesser contract value. I see them as equal under the law.…It’s very simple. I look at the ability, not what they can’t do.
You got it right in your campaign rhetoric. What went wrong? The Terminator and Darth Vader were both PWDs with some really killer mobile apps. Why don’t you start focussing on that instead rather than consigning us all to the worst possible jobs on the face of the planet and ignoring the issue completely?
Because right now you look as bad as Bull Conner, and I intend to make you look that way until you start focusing PERSONALLY on this issue and that my dear will entail a meeting with me. Because Dale is out to lunch.
In fact civil rights in general seem to have gotten worse for everyone, including gimps under your administration. And no I’m not just talking FOIA and FISA. I mean not even under BUSH did I EVER get goons at my doorstep, showing up unannounced, threatening me physically for complaining to the IG’s office for discrimination at a federal agency. That Ms. Butts, by the way has refused to investigate, along with the failure of the IG to do anything about. Which is, after all, part of her job.
But that’s just ONE agency and there are plenty more to discuss. You see what I mean about that need for a meeting? You really don’t want any more dirty laundry aired on websites and in public to give the Republicans any more ammunition, now do you? Or leaked to the press? Like oh, say Fox? Who will have a goddamned field day. It would be far too embarrassing. Much more so than winning the Nobel for doing absolutely nothing.…well…correction…giving all the bailout money to the richest of the rich, while letting the majority of Americans suffer. And backtracking on ALL of your campaign promises.
But that’s just a friendly suggestion if I were you, even if it means putting away the golf clubs. After all, it’s fall now and you have to do something on your weekends.
But back to history, because it’s very instructive for leaders. Especially presidents who don’t seem to have any sense of it. After all, as the old saying goes, those who don’t learn the lessons of the past are doomed to repeat the mistakes of it. And we don’t need any more of your “oops.” Sorry, but the learning curve, not to mention the Honeymoon is OVER.
I’m pretty sure that I speak for the majority of the American people when I say that we are tired of getting fucked, and our collective knees are firmly locked together until you guys in DC get your shit together. We’re not putting out anymore for you for free. Uh Uh, no way. Fuck off. And go away. And if you come back, well, there’s a tea party in your near future by your own party, who’s tired of the endless promises and no action. Oh, and the endless spending sprees on wasteful wars and of course your own luxurious life.
But back to history. Because this is where it gets very interesting. And I’m sure it will grab your attention.
As the next step, in our campaign to force the University to divest, we decided to take over the Administration’s HQ. That would be, if say the American public did it because we are really fed up, a citizen’s revolt against tyranny, for example. Or a mass decision to refuse to pay our taxes, because, after all, our leaders don’t. Not even the head of the IRS. Who also just let the Chairman of the House Ways and Means Committee get off scott free without paying penalties and fines on the huge amount of money HE didn’t pay. If they don’t do it, why should we?
There aren’t two sets of rules in this country, the last time I checked the IRS handbook.
But back when we were being student protesters, to make maximum embarrassment for the Chancellor, we chained ourselves to the furniture in his office. Yup, that’s me in the picture above, and I’m even smoking, although I kicked my habit since. Do they give Nobel Prizes for that too? ‘Cause Obama hasn’t even done THAT and he got one. Damn. They’re setting the bar awfully low these days. And all he did in college was get high and give like one anti Apartheid speech. Hmmm.…what was that about double standards again?
But chaining ourselves to furniture was only one tactic, although we got arrested for that too, but the combination of shanties and arrests worked a whole lot better. And as you can see, even the employees and faculty got in on the action and we got alot of support from them too.
As a result, Ol’ Jesse was feeling alot of heat, which is why we got so much “unofficial” harassment and why this turned out to be so dangerous, despite the fact that I’m being a tad sarcastic twenty years after the fact. That story was never reported in the press of course, but thems the facts, and always the case when real social change you can believe in is at stake.
You have to put your ass on the line. Not the waffling we’ve seen so far at 1600 Penn since the election, buddy.
That means YOU Obama. I mean surely, even though you are a politician’s pol, you’ve heard that old saw.…if you don’t stand for something you’ll go for anything.
And that’s not change I believe in at all.
But back to history, and Chapel Hill. There were many more arrests and many more shanties and things got decidedly more dangerous as Senator No decided that a bunch of students weren’t going to make him look like the racist fuck he really was, despite his power as head of the Foreign Relations Committee in the Senate. But of course Melody Barnes and Cassandra Butts decided that this wasn’t really all that important.
Not really.
And so they use that excuse to blow me off these days as some idiot white gimp who has accomplished nothing in her life because I didn’t work for Senator Kennedy or go to school with Obama.
Kiss my lilly white ass you hypocritical bitches. Because of my work the State of North Carolina, not just South Africa, became a far less racist state. Not just because of divestment in South Africa, or consciousness raising in Chapel Hill or even RTP or even North Carolina, but because as many people realized, African Americans’ money was not going to perpetuate other people’s slavery at home OR abroad. And forced really big American companies in the U.S. to face their own racist policies as well, at home as well as abroad. Including hiring policies.
Which I hear they had a little problem with at Harvard too.
Our scholarships were repeatedly threatened, and we were intimidated physically, sometimes at gunpoint.
It was often very dangerous. Particularly at night, when we slept in the shanties to keep guard.
But it meant a lot to people as you can see. Even to the groundskeepers who reluctantly had to tear down the shanties. They often told us they didn’t want to do this. And we all knew they didn’t have the opportunity to go to college like us, which is one of the reasons our protests never turned violent. Apart from the fact that we were peace activists and didn’t believe in war. Or violent tactics. You see that’s the definition of Peace by the way, which is what the Nobel PEACE PRIZE is normally awarded for, not for perpetuating more violence and war. Uhem. I don’t need to say anything more on that topic do I now?
They were just as victimized as the people we were fighting for and we knew it. We were fighting for them too, and they knew it. Something you seem to have forgotten on your way to the top. And most certainly have forgotten about those who are poor because if you hadn’t you wouldn’t be doing what you ARE doing right now. Both at home and abroad.
Ms. Butts, now Deputy White House Counsel, never did anything but showed up for rallies, but always puts her “involvement” in our campaign on her resume. Notice her conspicuous absence in the press, much less got arrested. She just showed up when it was safe and convenient, and when there was a potential photo op in the works because we let her speak at a few events (we were very egalitarian and even though she didn’t do anything we believed in letting a black woman clearly on the make and so she could put it on her resume, but nevertheless, from the racist South get some attention) even if she didn’t do diddly squat except read prepared remarks at rallies she had nothing to do with setting up or organizing.
Melody Barnes, now kind of laughably, head of Constituent Services for Obama, never even did that. She had too many sorority parties to go to.
And these are both African American women who now work in the White House and have refused to even return my phone calls. Apparently you have to be black AND rich, or some kind of celebrity, or someone they think is a political powerhouse to be good enough to have a conversation with them, now they’re both employed in the “Massah’s House.” Even though they never have done anything as dangerous or creative, or effective, for that matter, as I have for civil, racial or minority rights on many fronts throughout my life. It’s sort of ironic, don’t you think? And have always been staffers, not leaders. Unlike me.
Not to mention disgusting given the ‘tude they project.
This was never what affirmative action was for, something that Obama and the black elite have forgotten in their efforts to create a new “black clique elite.”
We don’t need any more “cliques” in Washington, thank you all the same, but Ms. Butts, and Ms. Barnes, both of whom to this day, think that being on the best dressed list, bragging about expensive sports cars and back then going to sorority parties was far more important than fighting for rights even in the State and school they attended, and let the mostly white students involved in the group do the fighting for them.
We didn’t even get the support of the black guys on the school’s famous basketball team, that Obama just met with at the White House, I suppose to show how clever he was in predicting this year’s college basketball champs (see all you whiners, he HAS done something in office…he correctly predicted the NCAA basketball champs this year, and THAT’S DEFINITELY NOBEL MATERIAL THERE FOR YA).
Although the all white football jocks and frat boys felt free to get drunk and tried to start fights at night while pelting us with beer bottles and garbage. And didn’t discriminate at all about hitting either the boys OR the girls who camped out in the shanties.
Which was pretty appalling. Especially because the administration knew perfectly well what was going on and did nothing to stop it.
But back to Ms. Butts and Ms. Barnes. They knew perfectly well too how dangerous it was. And how “icky”. I mean you had to actually sleep on the ground…eeeewwww. It was one of the reasons they stayed clear. And never deigned to stay even one night in the shanty towns we built.
“Status” was far more important. At least to them. A giant FU if I ever saw one, especially today when both of these bitches think that they are more important than I am.
Think again ladies.
Especially when the first Nobel in economics has just been won by a woman (fuck you too Summers) espousing the same principles I do in the proposal you keep ignoring, you’re kind of screwed. Especially because she really deserved it, unlike guess who. One hint if you don’t have a clue.
Your boss.
And you will rue the day, I promise you that if you keep ignoring me much longer on that proposal.
I’m far nastier and fight far harder when MY rights are trampled on than you will ever be and having a loaded shotgun held by a Klansman all too ready to use it, pressed up against MY head fighting for YOUR rights is just a taste of what you’re in for if you continue to screw with my rights. Not that I believe in violence of course. But just continue this crap and I promise you, you will lose.
So far, in my battles with the White House, it’s Marguerite 1, the White House 0, and they had the Pentagon, the State of Idaho and the Department of Interior helping out on the side, so even Rambo isn’t going to help you on this one. Sorry. He was on the opposing team last time too.
Better watch out, or you’ll be following Van Jones out the door at the Big House. Because you’re just as fake as he is and you certainly deserve it for sitting on my proposal for as long as you have (see Work Fair on the tab next door).
Just a hint. It’s called DISCRIMINATION. Can you spell it you morons?
After the first arrest, the news went nationwide, on among other things, AP. This is a story reported in the town where I graduated at the top of my high school class, which is why it made the paper.
It shocked the state (which is unfortunately still pretty racist), not to mention the town of Boone, North Carolina. Yes, named indeed after the guy who wore the funny hat with the Raccoon tail on his head, where my mother inexplicably decided to move to so she could marry my very abusive stepfather when I was sixteen. And yes, those are safety pins around my neck, not pearls. Not that I could afford the real thing anyway thanks to the abusive screwing I got from my so called family.
I lived in rags and an unheated room in the coldest part of the house because of my drunk mother, and my highly abusive and lawbreaking stepthing who tried everything he could to make my life a living hell and forced me to live in an unheated and uninsulated room in the middle of mountain winters and even went so far as to commit federal mail and tax fraud (although I know that’s not a big deal to the tax cheats in Congress and Treasury these days but it pisses off us average peon Americans) to try to prevent me from getting scholarship aid and from even going to college at all, and gave all the financial help to my little brother (even though I graduated at the top of my class).
So it’s kind of ironic that Ms. Butts, after sitting on the sidelines during the biggest protest Carolina had seen since its inception (and it’s also called the “Public Ivy” and the oldest public University in the nation) called me “privileged” from her cushy office in the White House when I called to congratulate her on her new gig days after the inauguration now isn’t it? Not to mention horrific and really tacky. And REALLY bad manners.
I still have scars on my arms that make me look like a heroine addict because I had to sell my plasma to survive my first two years in college (I tested out of my first two years of classes so I was doing senior and graduate level work as a freshman). And passed out every time I did sell my blood. Aren’t I lucky? Don’t I sound like a trust fund child to you? And privileged just because I’m white? Or maybe that was the reaction from Ms. Butts because she thinks I’m not good enough to speak to her now she’s in the Big House.
Um…doesn’t that strike you as kind of hypocritical? If not APPALLING? And um, RACIST?
I don’t think Ms. Butts had to sell her plasma to eat while she was in school. Or spoke up to give another woman of a different color an opportunity to be heard, which I did for her at the time we knew each other on a more regular basis. But she won’t do for me now. What a bitch. Especially as she got her current job because of her graduate school friendship with the President, formed at the financial aid line at Harvard, where Obama even evaded the real truth about his easy pass to admission there.
Legacy admissions to the Ivy Leagues PLUS minority advantages make Harvard admissions about as easy as Podunk U, so we’re not exactly talking rocket science here folks, and of course the admissions officers would have been clued in automatically about his race since his daddy went there first, so his answer on the campaign (never picked up by many Ivy League attending media types, of course) went completely unreported on. Like many other omissions if not outright lies. Which frankly I’m sick of especially in light of the shoddy performance to date.
Despite the chip on all those minority shoulders, which supposedly justifies the ‘tude if not worse, I had nobody to co-sign my loans to get into Harvard like all those Buppies like Ms. Butts and her buddy the President did, although my test scores always qualified me for the gig. Not to mention a supportive family and a legacy and minority benefits to entrance. Which both Obamas benefited from at both Harvard and Princeton. So let’s cut the shit about superiority and let’s get down to business here, shall we?
So save the hypocrisy Cassandra, ‘cause you’re going to get fired unless you shape up. I’m going to make it a personal mission because this is disgusting. Plus you’ve already broken the law by refusing to do your job, and I’m not going to stand for that, especially given the other merde coming out of 1600 Penn these days.
You’ve just fucked with the wrong person.
My safety pin necklace in that last picture, by the way, was my tribute to punk rock and Sid Vicious who were kind of my first musical influence when I grew up in England, but that’s another story, for another day. And after all, who really wants to go down in history as one of the sheep who puts on the fake pearls AND the drape they force you to wear as they herd you through the High School yearbook photo roundup?
And by the way, why didn’t the DTH call YOU up, Cassandra, or even bother to try to find you, if you were so instrumental in the divestment movement, and already so much more important than I was in DC, rather than finding and quoting me, and as you can read, I wasn’t in Podunk, honey.
What I was doing was already changing national policy in Congress, but that’s the next episode.
I know you probably didn’t know that when you brushed me off with such childish and unprofessional behavior, but it’s going to make you make you eat even more shit when you find out about it, which you will, I promise. Really soon.
Oooops.
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