Deadly Double Standards

in the Annual Korean Labor Wars

By Greg Moses

Two-thousand Korean bank workers boarded fifty buses this week and took their strike to a training center on the outskirts of Seoul, where still, “it looked quite crowded,” said a union official speaking by telephone.

“There was serious fear of a police blitzkrieg,” explains Kim Sung-jin, director of external cooperation for the Federation of Korean Trade Unions (FKTU).

The bank workers, many of them women, were confined in a tall building at the HanMi or KorAm building in Seoul, where there was not much space for their 12-day-old sit in. Lately, government officials had warned that the strike was wearing their patience. So union leadership, fearing a “safety issue” moved the sit-in away from the city center.

Also in Seoul, a Saturday night teachers’ union “sleep in” near the “Blue House” (Korean equivalent of the “White House”), found teachers outnumbered by police two-to-one: “If we have a demonstration, the police demonstrate for us,” says Kim Yong-kook, director of welfare for the Korean Teachers and Educational Worker’s Union (FTU), also speaking by telephone. “They always have two or three police for every teacher.”

Pounded by heavy rain from Typhoon Mindulle, 1,500 teachers moved into a subway station, where they were blockaded all night by 3,000 police. “It was very hot in there,” says Kim. “There was not much air.” In the morning, teachers held an outdoor rally, before returning home about noon.

In both actions, workers report difficulty getting the right people to the bargaining table. Teachers say the Minister of Education is the only one with the power to address their concerns over teaching hours and private school regulation. “The Education Minister should attend the meetings with teachers,” says FTU’s Kim. “But he never attends.”

(In primary grades and middle school, the teachers are asking for 18 hours of class time per week. In high school, 16 hours. For more background see Counterpunch, July 4.)

A similar situation is happening with the bank workers. In the face of a takeover by Citigroup, workers at HanMi/KorAm want assurances of job security, bank independence, and continued listing of their banks on the Korean stock exchange. But the Korean management can’t deliver these goods, and Citigroup officials aren’t coming to the table, says FKTU’s Kim.

Meanwhile, warnings from capitalist quarters were repeated twice last week in the pages of the Korea Times: unless Korean labor simmers down, global investors might recant pledges to “expand their investments” on the peninsula. Capital might simply move to more destitute terrain, where workers are less demanding. In this case, China.

The charge that Korean labor is active has some evidence behind it. During this annual season of contract renewal in Korea, migrant workers continue a 230-day-old sit-in, auto workers went on strike, a teacher’s union taught anti-war classes, the minimum wage was hiked by 13 percent, the five-day work-week of 40 hours became a matter of law, Koreans have withdrawn more than two billion dollars from the banks that have been taken over by Citigroup, and airline unions promised they would not transport troops or war tools to Iraq. These are only highlights.

“These Korean unions make our unions look like the PTA!” exclaims one Counterpunch reader via email.

It was the financial worker’s strike that especially provoked one economist to complain to Korea Times reporter Kim Yon-se: “It is nonsense that there are labor unions at financial service companies.” Such unions simply don’t exist in good capitalist places like the USA or Hong Kong. To which the chief of the Office of Investment added, “The abolishment of labor unions in Korea is very difficult.”

But the threats from capital to withhold their investments, and the way the threats are reported in the financial press, remind us how our world is ordered by a deadly double standard. If workers withdraw their previously-pledged labor, it is reported as “labor unrest.” If capital threatens to withdraw its not-yet-paid investment, it is treated as “fair warning.” In this double standard world, profit travels without a passport, anywhere it pleases. Workers, on the other hand, have always much explaining to do.

The financial press reserves no misgivings for bank czars who get together and threaten to cut off funds to an entire country. Bank workers, on the other hand, apparently, should confine their conversation to football and home improvement.

“They don’t want workers organized,” says Kim of FKTU. “It is very simple-minded, cold-blooded neo-liberalism: ‘You keep your mouth shut. Whatever we decide, you accept it.’ That kind of nonsense we cannot accept. If the USA is the champion of democracy and representation, then these principles should be respected by USA’s Citigroup.”

Remember the labor theory of value? You know that quaint assertion that no capitalist ever banked a buck not produced in the first place by a worker? What does the financial press think about that? Isn’t it nonsense for the financial press to promote a world order where capital takes profit from who it pleases, transfers wealth where it pleases, and acts as if workers were only the takers, never the creators of capitalist wealth in the first place?

Funny and illogical were the words used by an unnamed financial regulator to describe the workers’ demand that their bank not be taken out of the Korea Stock Exchange. “The issue of listing or de-listing fully depends on the decision of the management,” he scolded.

Yet, despite scolding and warning, financial workers have not backed down. They argue that independent listing is crucial to “transparency.” In other words, they want to see what Citigroup is doing with Korean cash flow. The workers’ actions would be funny and illogical if one presumed that the money in the bank didn’t belong to them in the first place.

Writing in Asia Times, David Scofield echoes concerns that Korean unions are guilty of “bad behavior.” With China sitting right next door, Korean capital is moving in “a veritable exodus” to that land of cheap and non-militant labor.

“The tendency of South Korea’s unionists to resort to confrontation rather than compromise in pursuit of their demands is weakening the nation’s economic competitiveness at a time when regional competition has never been higher,” writes Scofield. Hyundai and Kia workers had actually proposed (but did not get) wages that would exceed those of auto workers in the USA.

Yet Scofield admits that labor unions have played a significant role in democratizing Korea. And they do have a legitimate gripe, he says, when it comes to “the sorry state of the nation’s under-funded social welfare programs.” Yet, while Scofield scoffs at proposals to capture five percent of corporate profits to pay for more social investment, he offers no alternative solution.

Analysts who get their ideas placed in the corporate press seem unable to put themselves in the shoes of workers. While they can scoff and scold labor, they have no lectures prepared for capital. The workers, as usual, must speak for themselves.

“We are living in this country as working women,” begins the Declaration of the Seoul Women’s Trade Union that was founded in 1999. “Most of us are temporally-hired workers, part-timers, dispatched workers, intern-employees, underpaid and low-skilled workers at small businesses with less than five employees or the jobless.”

“From the moment of knocking the door of job markets to retirement, we continuously face frequent and various discriminations just for one reason; we were born as women in this male-dominated nation. Inhumane treatments, sexual violence and low-skilled jobs are what we routinely have to go through at the workplace. For all, we never gave up our dreams of leading a life as human.”

Or consider the words of Korean migrant workers, who call the Seoul women their inspiration: “We have nothing now. So far, socially we have thoroughly been alienated from the law and system in this society. That is the reason why we can stand up.”

I also spoke briefly by telephone to the anonymous author of the past weeks’ “struggle reports” that have been posted at the website of the Korean migrant workers union and distributed via Indymedia [see:]. “You have to call me at night,” he apologized. “During the day I have to go to protests.” Does an economist want to tell him that Korean workers accept no compromises?

“Friday at noon the result of the [minimum wage] negotiations was published: just 641,840 Won ($ 563),” says the struggle report of June 25-27. “So, many workers, still there from the night before, got really angry about the scanty result and left the scene under strange abuses.” From the workers’ point of view, the results of that battle were de-moralizing, not uncompromising.

Back at FKTU headquarters in Seoul, Kim says that a statistical survey of the number of labor disputes would show a fairly steady annual rate of about 320 cases per year, a number he says is down from peaks of the last decade.

“I guess it’s a sort of comparative analysis,” says Kim in response to allegations that Korean workers are too militant. “Korean unions raise their voices to have their fair share and secure their rights, while in some developing countries, especially in Asia, workers are not very well organized or strong enough to represent workers complaints. In comparison, it is easy to say that Korean unions are radical and militant, so they say they’ll move their investments to other countries.”

“And what they say is partly true,” concedes Kim. “Yet they still find that Korea is an attractive market and that Korean human resources are quite good.”

“We also understand the challenges coming from outside,” continues Kim. “So I think we are in a state of transition, moving away from quite a bit of action in the 1990s concerning wage increases. I am foreseeing that we are reaching a more mature stage of industry relations with reduced labor disputes.”

The number one issue for the bank workers is job security. They do not want to be “downsized” by a Citigroup merger. The next important issue is their bank’s independence. So this is not a dispute about pay. It is about labor’s right to affect mulitnational policy. And it is the first strike ever by the workers at KorAm.

In the big industries, especially the ones that are increasingly owned by multinationals, Kim says radical activity continues because management, “is not serious enough in listening to the other side.”

Take the Citigroup approach, for example. “Sadly, Citigroup is simply ignoring the union,” says Kim. “If such things happen, the dispute can only be prolonged.”

Instead of double standards from the financial press, we need some plain talk about what kind of world humans deserve to build. As Kim points out, the ironies are especially striking, if you will, when big capital comes cruising for profit and flying the American flag, too. What do they care about democracy and representation?

When capitalists cross borders, they are praised by the financial press as entrepreneurs, even ambassadors of freedom. But when workers follow, they’re called illegal immigrants. Multinational corporations are taken for granted. Multinational people are rounded up for questioning and deportation.

What we need is a world where labor gets to live at least as freely as capital. And that’s why this week’s Korean wars are important struggles for workers everywhere. As for capitalists who openly threaten to retaliate against nations that harbor militant workers; why, there oughtta be a law!

It's Illegal, But It's Our Right

Korean Labor Won’t Back Down

July 4, 2004



Twenty-five teachers from the Korean Teachers and Education Worker’s Union (KTU), who were just released from jail Thursday evening, are planning to resume their protest Saturday with an overnight vigil near the Ministry of Education (MOE), says a KTU source, who was reached by telephone at the union’s headquarters in Seoul….

Friday, July 2nd, 2004: A Hole In the World

Still in Manhattan, listening to WBAI on little yellow and blue radio that looks like a toy. Took notes on Amy Goodman. One of my favorite authors, Jonathan Schell was on, about a new book called A Hole In the World. He is always great. I thought his Unconquerable World was the valedictorian statement for the human race at this time, a brilliant work. During the course of the interview, he said there were plenty of good reasons for the Afghani War, but they weren’t the real reason we were fighting. He was against it anyway, because of what it was being used to accomplish, and reasons it was launched. The Onion had some great stories: Reagan’s Pyramid Finally Being Completed. US Citizens Found Unable to Govern Themselves. And an editorial, “Things I Shouldn’t Be Saying.”

I did a peacemaking ceremony and burned all the heart-cleansing tobacco from the Open Center class, in a bowl on the window sill, then placed the ashes in the same flowerbed as before. I walked around in the hot sun, getting exercise. Then I got my luggage and headed for Grand Central. We were delayed by a few minutes, so when I got out of the SS shuttle far beneath Grand Central there was only one minute left before the Metro train was scheduled to depart. I’d never make it, unless the train was late.

Train traffic was heavy. Everyone had seen Cheney visit the city just before July 4th, and he’s always an omen of bad luck. Armed guards were on every street corner, and they all wondered if there was going to be another terror attack. It was code orange, if not red. So that’s why I was late. Too many people trying to leave the city. Anyway, I ruefully walk towards the gate, then I turn and I see my favorite underground rock star, Chocolate Thai, standing in the doorway of the shuttle train car, wearing his trademark “Cooley” hat.

I turned and walked towards him. I’d never make that Metro train, and what was more important? Getting home or talking to Chocolate Thai, my favorite underground rock star? I yelled out, “Hey Chocolate!” Talk about connectivity. CT is an inspiration to the whole New York City non-violence “pissed off voters” movement. His light can be seen and felt for miles. If you want his CD email him at For an MP go to Or call (646)246-4092.

He waved. I came up and shook his hand. He went into the subway car to talk to Jubilee, his wife. I said, “Hey, where’s your CD?” He had some in his hands. I took one said, “How much?” He said, “They’re only ten!” I gave him ten and talked about our planned interview. I asked him about his experiences at Virgin and with MJJ records, run by Michael Jackson. Both deals had gone sour. He invited me to a July 15th concert at Lincoln Center. I said I’d see. He was standing in the door, while the speaker said, “Shuttle to Times Square. Next stop Times Square. Please do not block the doors. We said a few more hurried words, I kissed the CD and shook his hand one more time, gently blocking the doors, all of our exchanges as if accelerated by a fast forward button being pushed somewhere by an impatient train conductor. I had just been thinking about him the day before. I was thinking, “Yeah, he really does sound like Sam Cook, like they say.”

Then the doors closed and I walked away. Since my Metro train home was long gone, I took the 6 to Spring Street and went to the Open Center to pick up my books from the book store. It turns out they were all sold!!! There had been a lot of books on those shelves and now there were just two copies of Secrets of Wholehearted Thinking! Amazing! I went outside and bought some DVDs on the street, and then back to Grand Central, a strange trip. I made the next train, but it was scheduled to leave later than the others, so I waited more. Too much time to wait but not enough time to do anything else. I boarded the train very early because of this, and it was a good thing, because the train was packed. The man in the next seat forward had a white dog who took the last seat on the train.

Maybe WBAI would like Chocolate’s CD too. I told Tiokasin about the legendary Micmac Willie Dunn yesterday. He said for me to have him send copies of his CDs to BAI. Willie Dunn’s CDs are great. He’s at

I picked up my computer at NJM, my computer wizards, who never fail me, and brought it home. I got messages, including a very sad one from Linda Law. Our funding proposal to overhaul the educational system was rejected. I will report more later when I learn what really happened. I talked to my son and typed up July 1 and 2. I read July 1 to my son, which is somewhat “cinematic,” or at least reminiscent of West Wing.

Thursday, July 1st, 2004: “Left Wing”

I showed up at WBAI at 9:30. Erroll (WBAI program director) brought me into the studio, meeting Tiokasin Ghosthorse along the way. I asked Erroll what was going on behind the scenes during that Amy Goodman Democracy Now show from Kansas City last Monday, the day of the Monday surprise from Baghdad. He said they had been having trouble with one of the incoming lines and there were problems with the feed from Kansas City because too many other stations were linking in. He gave up on it for a while and put on music until someone called to say they were “up” again. The rest went well, as I heard.

Erroll seemed glad to see me; it turned out he wanted to continue our argument over whether Pearl Street was east or west of Water Street. This discussion had started on the Saturday of the Clearwater Festival, ten days earlier. I had said, “I have to tell you something, my friend, you must realize that the WBAI office is right next to the site of a slave trade auction block, right at the old end of Wall Street which was at Pearl Street.” He said the auction block was on Water Street, and it ended up being an ongoing argument about which was west of which?

We chatted about other things. We were looking for To-ma from New Zealand, who is now co-host of First Voices with Tiokasin. We were hanging out in the studio listening to Amy Goodman’s show, which is on from 9 to 10. At the end of her show, Amy said, “Stay tuned for First Voices, Indigenous Radio, with Tiokasin Ghost Horse.” Amy was not in the room, she was broadcasting from a converted fire house in China Town, as Tiokasin had explained last week. Then there was a music interlude, some of which was apparently by To-ma, but where was To-ma?

I shuffled papers. Erroll asked Mr. G. if he wanted him to take over. G said no. He could handle it. Erroll appeals to a higher court and pulls up Map Quest on the computer screen in the studio. He wants to show me that north of Wall Street, Pearl was east of Water Street.
I say, “Try scrolling south, oh, and also west. Pearl is west of Water Street below Wall!” (It turns out we were both right. The parallel streets cross at about Wall Street, but Pearl was an Indian Trail that traced the shoreline, at least as far as St. James. Erroll wanted to know details.)
The technician, Mr. G. started doing the countdown.
“We’re on in TEN seconds!”
“Map Quest can’t be wrong…” My soul brother Erroll said, smiling and laughing with me in our mock knockdown argument, excited to have a worthy opponent in the New York history trivia department.
“Where’s To-ma?”
”Eight, seven…”
”Where are the Mauri?”
“Scroll down, Erroll! Hit the scroll down button! And then scroll west. Pearl Street is East, see?”
“Five four….”Tiokasin nudges Erroll off the computer, and pulls up his script for the opening news segment of the show.
Erroll jumps up and hits a button that the new employee Mr. G. didn’t know about yet. It was our one link to the voice of Amy Goodman (the sweet butt-kicking Goddess of the Left) however, it allowed a humming noise to go onto the air waves unless it was off.
”Tiokasin, (I said) Remember to ask me about 1776, the Fourth of July, Native Americans….”

Yesterday, Tiokasin had said that I could tell him what questions to ask in advance and he’d remember. I suddenly realized I had a lot to say about that question, and its always good radio to tie discussion in with current news events. He’d probably not heard me, but would I remember to bring this up later? Without the Mauri guy, we might have to fill more time. I had plenty to say about 1776. I should have thought of it sooner.

Just then, one tall long haired, tawny Mauri musician, To-ma, strolls into the studio with his guitar gig bag strapped to his back. He says, “’ay Maytes!” The door snaps shut behind him. He weaves between the swivel chairs with a Native’s knowledge of the terrain, and takes his chair without a sound.
“One, and we are ON THE AIR!!” Everyone hit a button of some kind in perfect synchronicity. The chaos in the room suddenly ceases and the room falls silent.

With a voice of perfect calm that comes from the heart of the northern prairie, Tiokasin Ghost Horse begins his broadcast, “Welcome to First Voices Indigenous Radio.” His words are slow and measured like the passage of a gliding eagle across the western sky. Then he begins reading news off the computer screen, having dispensed with Map Quest.once and for all. Everything goes perfectly. He reads and discusses ten minutes of news, a heartbreaking story about the Western Shoshone of Nevada, forced to sell their land for pennies so that mining corporations can maw for gold. Then he turns to me and says, “Evan, what about the fourth of July? Tell us about Algonquins in 1776.”

(Thought balloon) “Wow, you remembered! Excellent! Way to go Tiokasin! That was some awesome broadcasting skill!”

We did twenty hot minutes of live three-way discussion on Native Americans in the Revolution, things few people know. There was a break and we went on to discuss Native American prophecy, the Seven Fires Prophecy in particular, and I was prepared, with my copy of Paths of Light, Paths of Darkness (published by Resonance Communications) leading into a discussion of space weapons, and then the electronic “crowd control” weapons, and the upcoming Republican convention. I said,” They haven’t issued any permits yet!” Tiokasin said, “They issued them yesterday! What advice do you have for people who are planning to exercise their democractic options?”
I said, “I don’t want to see people hurt. Those new electronic “crowd control” weapons are painful. Best to wear body armor. Reynolds’ wrap is good; regular old tin foil. Especially around the brain, which is the stronghold. Use several layers of tin foil, perhaps under your hat. You’ll avoid migraines.”

The complete transcription of the one hour show will soon be available at this site. See: First Voices Indigenous Radio, with Evan Pritchard: Prophecy, Revolution, and the New Weapons.

When the show was done, a comedy team came in. I listened to one of their skits. “Mr. Cheney, Mr. Powell of the FCC is in the lobby to see you.” “What does he have to say that is so important as to take up the time of the VP of the United States?. Tell him to go F himself…” It was crude, but in the light of recent revelations that Dick Cheney talks like this on the floor of the House, I was not surprised.

I kept seeing this black woman KayDee in the hall, and we kept smiling at each other. I felt like I knew her. It turns out we may have met in DC at Pacifica Radio some years ago. I didn’t know what to say. I talked to the folk music man. I sand him my version of Try To Remember, and he sang me two other versions. He liked my version.

Tiokasin, To-ma and I talked more about prophecy. I told the story of Albert Lightning, the 90 year old Cree prophet of the Seven Fires. He said that the time of the prophecies was coming when the Native People would rise up again, and come together, and that he would live to see it. He was referring to the dawning of the eighth fire. I was with my three year old son in a park, in the woods in Montreal. He ran over and took a blue ball away from another three year old, a Native American boy. The boy’s uncle appeared, a seven foot tall red-skinned Native guy, with black braids that reached almost to the ground. I took the ball from my son, and gave it to him. I apologized and offered him a copy of the book I’d just written on Micmac language, and I mentioned there was as reference to Albert Lightning. The man said, “I knew him!”

I continued the story, with the full attention of the two men, both of whom were carriers of prophecy. I said, “You make it sound like he died. You should say ‘I know him.”
He said, “He has died.” I said, “He can’t be dead. I just heard from him three days ago and he was alive.”
“I just buried him!” he said, sadly. “I was his assistant!”
I said, “You can’t have. He lives in Alberta, and we are three days from Alberta.”
He answered, “I just got out of the car. Actually I’m on my way east. I just stopped to have dinner with my nephew and his family.
I said, “I give you this book as a gift. You are his messenger. His spirit wanted you to tell me of his death. He said he would live to see the fulfillment of the prophecy, so his death is a sign that we are in the time of the prophecies.” That was how I told the story.

I turned to Toma and his eyes were misty. He said, “People make too much of the romantic side of prophecy, but they are very practical. They show us what we should do.” I agreed. Both sides of prophecy appeal to me.
We talked about music, and it turns out Toma plays clarinet as well as guitar. I gave him a copy of my classical guitar CD Contemplations as a present. He was surprised and pleased. As a symphonic player he knew most of the pieces, which are orchestral. Kay Dee walked by smiling at me.
Tiokasin was concerned that the advice about the tin foil might have come off a little flakey, but I said that was the most practical part of the show, that I was there to prevent people from being injured. I said, “You told me the other day that during some unrest in Hopi country, you and a bunch of protestors covered yourself in tin foil in order to not be detected by infra-red night scopes.”
He chimed in, “Yes, and it worked great.”
I said, “This is the same exact thing.”
”I guess I should have mentioned that,” he answered, always looking to improve his program.
I asked Tiokasin if he had any celebrity gossip about himself to share with my peaceblog. He said NO! Tiokasin is not the frivolous type, even for a good cause. But the folk guy suggested that Tiokasin secretly loves the song “This Land Is Your Land.” He just criticizes it on the air to mask his feelings.”
That set off Tiokasin. “I HATE that song! It should go, ‘This land is my land, it isn’t your land!” He didn’t think it was very funny, apparently. There was a phone call for Tiokasin, He tripped on the wire and the phone went flying, and then didn’t work quite right. It kept ringing, even when he lifted the receiver. We made jokes that this was a non-verbal protest, a Luddite rebellion against high tech communication. He didn’t hear us. He was intently trying to fix it to get the call. Tiokasin is actually very skilled with technology, but he is, as the Algonquin say, “Indian from the ground up.”

At about 40 minutes after the hour, I walked outside, and walked to the intersection of Water Street and Wall Street, where Pearl crosses Water. There standing in the sun was KayDee. I shook her hand yet again. Although she is dark-skinned, as dark as Whoopi Goldberg, I asked if she was Native American. I had a strong feeling about it, but it was not in her features. It was in her power. She said, “Yes, I am. That’s what I’ve always been told. Our people were from Yonkers!”
I said, “So you are Wappingers!”
She said, “Yes, but I haven’t chosen to politicize that side of my heritage.”
I mentioned that Langston Hughes was Algonquin too, but made the same choice.
She said that her decision was partly because she didn’t know enough about it. She said it wasn’t a literary decision as with Mr. Hughes. I told her that the Wappingers were just coming together again, with a planned newsletter and language book, and I was working on both as cultural historian of the tribe. I invited her to join our cause.

I walked west to Broadway and there on the sidewalks of Broadway met a psychic I was supposed to meet to talk about spiritual and peacemaking issues. We looked down into the hole where they are building the new World Trade Center and museums, and a German film crew came by, interviewing people about the new towers, and the psychic told them to interview me. They did. Having just done an hour with Tiokasin, I was very outspoken and complained that the Native American view was being shut out, and that the people creating the Freedom Center were supposed to call me, or someone from the Shinnecock and Munsee, but did not. There was lots of Native history here but none of it will be honored, its all only about 9-11. The German said, “You mean you don’t care about the 3000 heroes who died here?” I said, “We all care! We all love New York; we all had friends who died in those towers. Of course we felt terrible, and I’m all for those people being honored, but I don’t want this to be just another piece of propaganda. There’s a lot of history here!” They cut me off. My friend said they’d probably erase my whole interview, and thought I should follow up on it. I said “There’s so many things going on right now, I can’t start chasing all these things down, I’m just connecting and going with the flow of events.” We had lunch in Riverside Park. My psychic friend did not want to be mentioned in the blog by name. She showed me the whimsical brass sculptures, copies of the ones in the subways. They are quite remarkable as they are quirky, very enjoyable. I got on a train and made it to Charlie Moms to meet Allyson. We had drinks at a nearby cafĂ© and talked for over two hours. She wants spiritual instruction, and though she is not related to Native people, she has worked with shamanic elders before, and really seemed to “see” what I was doing in the Four Paths workshops from the inside out. She saw how I was working the energy, not that it was secret. She said she wanted to learn the kind of things you can’t learn from a book. She is working on a masters degree in theater. I shared freely. She said she could feel my excitement whenever I talked about connectivity. I told her it was better than sex or money, and she asked if there were techniques or steps for learning connectivity. I told her of my experiments with what I call Velikofsky Ball, two players create a psychic link by both throwing a ball simultaneously, the balls collide half way and bounce back into the glove of the person who threw it. I said it could not be accomplished by logic, and told her how Charlie Small Buck and I were really good at it, and developed the link. Then there was a time when I was always traveling and he didn’t have a phone, and yet we continued to meet frequently, at random places around a 250 square mile urban area; in the woods, in parks, in Mc Donalds, in libraries, on the street…and had important meetings, practically while in motion. People witnessed this, and said, “How did you plan THAT…..???”

Then, she asked me again how she could learn connectivity and those things that you can’t learn in school. As we stood together on a busy sidewalk in Manhattan, I pulled the four Lenape Gaming Sticks from my pocket, two striped and two solid. I mixed them in my hands, and had her guess where the striped ones were. Which hand has the M&Ms? The first time, she got the right message in words, in her mind, but misunderstood it. Next time she got it right. The next time I said, “This time I’ll make it easy.” She realized this was a different kind of test. She had to intuit not only the sticks, but what I meant by this vague statement. She got it right AGAIN! The two striped sticks were together, and she guessed correctly the right hand. She had to trust her intuition, and not second guess herself. She did great. That was it, and as I was very tired, she and I went our separate ways. I was so tired I slept for five hours in the cabin in the city. When I woke up I felt I should call Lynn (not my sister, but Staten Island Lynn the Vet) I had had an inner experience with her the night after the last workshop, and had to call her to verify some things. There was a shoe in the dream, she said she had a shoe like that. Anyway, it was good I called because she was leaving the next morning for Alabama. As things had always been too hectic during the workshop time, it turned out to be our first real conversation. She may be Micmac, but not sure. She travels around the island administering to sick pets, cool job.

I went back to sleep after watching a History channel show on how the US has often had the impulse to take control of western Canada or to annex it. They made it sound like it was still a good idea. I think they really expected to have Steve Harper win the election, as this show would have fit that event. Michael Moore’s movie ruined those plans too. They interviewed a man named Robert Bothwell, a historian who said that American expansion has always been by peaceful settlement, followed by laws and government protection. I remember thinking, “I wish Tiokasin could hear this man say that!!! His great grandfather was Crazy Horse!” The next morning on BAI someone said that Iraqi Freedom was the first time the Cavalry came first, then the settlers. He also said that for most of the time we Americans were really happy being British subjects, citing the use of a few British place names as proof of this! “nuff said!” Finally, at about 3 AM, I went to sleep.