SEPTEMBER 11, 2004

Today I slept until 1 p.m., something I haven't done since undergraduate school, I think.  In part this was because I was so worn out from a hectic week, not just of teaching, but of many things of an extracurricular nature.  As soon as I woke up I realized it was also because of the date, one I was subconsciously avoiding.  An AP article I read recently here on AOL about the people who had jumped from the WTC tower upper floors has haunted me badly, brought it all back quite vividly to my mind. 

The following letter from Sam Hamill, founder of PoetsAgainstTheWar.org, was waiting for me as soon as I opened my emailbox.  I post it here in its entirety because it is the best statement of our position in the world today that I have yet read.  It is a tremendously moving essay, from the perspective of a poet.  Please read it.  I believe in the power of poetry in the same way that I, a person without a religion, believe in the power of prayer. It is a spiritual force that permeates us all, that heals and helps unite the human spirit in all that is good about that spirit.  Visit Poets Against the War, donate to this cause if you can, in any way.  Help this monumental effort survive, help it defeat the evil that has been unleashed by war, hatred, division, bigotry, lack of understanding. Send this letter to anyone you may know who is yet "undecided" in their choice of presidential candidate.

An Open Letter on 9/11 from Sam Hamill

September 11, 2004

"Extending the war into Iraq would have incurred incalculable human and political costs. We would have been forced to occupy Baghdad and, in effect, rule Iraq. The coalition would instantly have collapsed, the Arabs deserting in anger and other allies pulling out as well. Exceeding the U.N.'s mandate would have destroyed the precedent of international response to aggression we hoped to establish. Had we gone the invasion route, the U.S. could still be an occupying power in a bitterly hostile land."
—George H. W. Bush, 1998


As of today, the casualty count exceeds 1,000 Americans and something in the neighborhood of 30,000 Iraqi civilians killed. The war that George W. Bush said Iraqi oil would pay for has now cost us over $200 billion and that debt grows exponentially every day. The Bushies are still trying to tie Iraq to September 11 and the "war on terrorism" that even Bush admits will never be won. The Republican party has treated the U. S. A. to a display of fear- and hate-mongering that hasn’t been seen since the days of Joe McCarthy. Bin Laden is alive the numbers of his comrades have grown exponentially.

No one, of course, believed for a second that a few thousand American poets could stop this or any other war. But we have entered our sincere pleas at this tribunal of all humanity, and history will ask just how much better off the world would be today had Shelley’s "unacknowledged legislators" been heard by this deaf-eared administration. What can we do but make our gift? And if, as Katha Pollitt truthfully observes in her elegant poem, we often take on a tone of moral superiority, must we admit it, while realizing nevertheless that in matters of nations at war, silence is a crime. We must resist. We must find our lives in words.

No doubt most of the world will pause for a moment this day to remember the horrors and tragedies and eventually heroism of September 11, 2001. And many people all over the world will also reflect on the horrors in Spain and in Russia and in the Sudan and elsewhere; and we will reflect of the inevitable tragedies of empire-building and the long history of bloody crusades undertaken by the government of the U.S.A. We have bombed more than forty countries since the end of World War II. Our history is a long sad litany of almost perpetual warfare, and when we were not ourselves waging war, we were the world’s great supplier of arms. We have repeatedly supported dictators like Manuel Noriega in Panama and Augusto Pinochet in Chile, both put in power by the CIA. How could there not be deep-seated resentment toward such a dictatorial superpower? What message does it send to independent-minded Iraqis when the two most powerful political leaders in their country both have long CIA ties?

Democracy is not a government that can be imposed. We are not a democracy. If we were, Al Gore would be president, and it’s utterlyimplausible that wewould be floundering in the quagmire we presently face at home and abroad. Our air would be cleaner, our water less polluted. And there would have been far fewer children "left behind." It was the spirit of democracy that inspired the Dr. Kings, the Gandhis, and yes, poets like Whitman, Dickinson, and Hughes (and the generations who follow in the footsteps), to make their commitments to ideals. It is a poet’s business to dream as much as it is a politician’s to glad-hand and grin. But a poet’s dreams are not just fleeting, superficial things. They are the very stuff of what arises from within as we attend with great care and consideration that which informs us from without. The conscious needs the subconscious just as the rational depends on the irrational: each to define itself. Chuang Tzu dreamed he was a butterfly dreaming he was Chuang Tzu and a great philosophy was born.

As we dream of a safer, saner world, we must dare to stand beside our few well-chosen words. We must never fail to correct those who insist that poets are merely dreamers: while freedom and democracy are abstract ideals, we all inch one step closer one step at a time, and artists are as important in that struggle (and in every other) as anyone else. Poetry has entirely practical uses. Who knows how many tens or hundreds of thousands of poems have been written about September 11? Each was necessary. Each was a vital communication.

In Chile, September 11 is the anniversary of the demise—authored by the CIA— of the democratically elected government of Salvador Allende. When Pinochet’s troops stormed into Pablo Neruda’s house, the poet declared, "The only weapons here are words."

Those who suffered as a consequence of the Attica prison riots remember September 11, too. We have been victims and we have been executioners. We can do better.

There are presently over 16,000 poems at poetsagainsthewar.org —the largest single-theme anthology ever compiled. Is this to be our final statement? Or is there a lot more work we all agree needs to be addressed? The war most of us oppose is not merely the war in Iraq, but Bush’s plan to rewrite our Constitution and, ultimately, to dominate the world.I hope everyone will join us in our efforts to free our nation of this neo-fascist administration. Yes, "neo-fascist" sounds harsh, but it was Mussolini who defined "the perfection of fascism" as "the marriage of the corporation and the state." Government by Halliburton, for Conoco? Is that not what’s at stake? We have no anti-war candidate. But almost any candidate would be an improvement over the mendacious, swaggering
international bully presently occupying public housing at 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue. Do not forget for a second that Iraq had no connection to September 11. And September 11 happened on George Bush’s watch despite an August memorandum and many other warning signs.

September 11 is a day that lives in infamy in many ways. When I remember the horrors visited upon the people of New York City, I think of the dreams that perished, foremost among them the shared dream of a peaceful world. Peace can be made only by a commitment to an ideal presented and clarified in a few well-chosen words. Our poetry will remember the shock, the suffering, and the heroism of those days, and also the candles, the flowers, and the continued pleas to Bush from the people of New York City: "Please don’t wage war!" I think of all those connected with the devastation at the Pentagon, the children, grandchildren, friends, who are often left out of the equation because the image of the crumbling towers in a majestic city is so indelibly incomprehensible.

This is not merely a referendum on Iraq. Iraq is only the symptom. The disease is the administration of George W. Bush and Dick Cheney and their Project for a New American Century. It is positively Orwellian. And indeed, what’s at stake is likely to be the future of the world: from endless war to environmental disaster, from the destruction of the middle class to the impoverishment of our constitutional rights, this is the most dangerous, threatening administration in American history. One in three citizens has no faith in the election system itself already, in part because of Bush’s successful theft of the 2000 election.

We must all work diligently for a fair and open election, and for the election of John Kerry and John Edwards. The very fundamentals of our democracy are at risk.

We presently connect with like-minded poets’ organizations in dozens of countries. There is important work we can continue to do in conjunction with poets around the world. I believe it is our duty to join with fellow poets, to listen closely, and to join with them in times of need. But to do so, we must address one major issue immediately: If we are to continue past the November election, we must change our name (something like "Poets for Humanity"?) and establisha democratic leadership and enlist new volunteers. We who founded this organization—and the volunteers who have given so very much—are all exhausted. The international networks are mostly already in place, and we have only to make our organization better organized, more democratic, and more efficient.

If we sustain the organization, there will have to be a small annual fee. We still have about $2000 in debt. A small member fee would allow for web site updating and expansion and perhaps allow us to sponsor a few activities. Anyone knowledgeable and interested in working on organizational transition should contact us. Unless this is accomplished, we shall have no choice but to bid sayonara and go in peace.

Please visit poetsaginstthewar.org for update and to post any
scheduled readings or related activities.


Yours,

Sam Hamill