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Following the money
By RAYMOND A. SCHROTH
Special Report Writer
OUTLAW BANKERS/CANCEL ALL DEBTS/QUESTION PROPERTY RIGHTS/DESTROY
BOUNDARIES/DRAIN BANKERS BLOOD INTO THE POTOMAC
The dialogue had begun!
Friday evening, April 14, I had been in Washington for less than
an hour, and, to unwind from my drive from Jersey City, N.J., I scooted my bike
down the hill from Georgetown University, across the Key Bridge, south along
the Potomac, then back, to be confronted with OUTLAW-CANCEL-QUESTION spray
painted in four-foot letters along the ramp from the bridge to the Whitehurst
Freeway -- to be considered by bankers and bureaucrats on their way to work
each morning.
Before the November demonstrations in Seattle, and before April
12-17 in Washington, few -- even well-informed -- citizens had given much
thought to the World Trade Organization, the World Bank or the International
Monetary Fund or imagined them as a stealth triple-threats to both the freedom
for the worlds poor and American democracy. Much less did ordinary
citizens -- the overwhelming majority in or under their 20s -- imagine that
they had the power to make these institutions change their policies and
behavior.
Why do they care? The answer is not simple. Partly because the
World Bank (181 members) and IMF (182), founded after World War II to provide
development assistance and help overcome short-term balance-of-payment
difficulties, see themselves as friends of the poor. Years ago World Bank
president Robert McNamara redefined its mission as patron of the poor and
protector of the environment. My Washington friends tell me of World Bank and
IMF staff members who see their work in terms of a missionary vocation, and the
World Bank 1999 Annual Report (www.worldbank.org) stresses poverty,
good government, environmental protection, debt relief, and becoming a more
open, transparent organization.
Their critics say that, in order to meet the terms of their loans,
poor countries have been forced to cut back on health and education, thus
undermining the one resource that can rebuild the country -- human potential.
In some countries development money has been stolen by corrupt rulers; and in
others, like Russia, IMF advice, such as the call for immediate privatization,
enabled the oligarchy to grab state-owned industries and funnel their assets
into Swiss bank accounts. In general, they say, IMF regulations favor bankers,
weaken labor and ruin the environment. The trickle-down economic philosophy
doesnt work on a global scale either. The rising tide does not raise all
boats: It raises big ones while waves swamp the little ones. Finally, the World
Bank and IMF, though theoretically answerable to the people because funded by
taxpayers, operate like secret societies free from public scrutiny or
evaluation.
But in a number of ways unique or special to this generation --
music, concerts, cell phones, cheap travel, socially and environmentally aware
high school and college teachers and the Internet -- 10,000 protesters have
converged on the nations capital to shut down, shout down, out-talk and
embarrass the spring meetings of the World Bank and the IMF.
And have a little fun too. Friday afternoon two protesters from
PETA, an animal rights group, one dressed as a farmer, the other as a cow,
dumped four tons of horse manure (collected at the police stables) on
Pennsylvania Avenue near the World Bank Headquarters. The gesture, which the
media declined to explain, was not a comment on the quality of the World
Bank/IMF discussions, but an attack on their lending policies, which force
debtor countries racked by famine, like Ethiopia, to raise cash crops for
export to pay back their loans, rather than raise food crops to feed their own
people. Thus, they raise grain to fatten the beef of the First World rather
than wheat to make bread for their children.
Elsewhere in the world and the city that day: On Wall Street, in
fear of higher interest rates, the stock market hit bottom. The Miami Cubans
holding Elián Gonzales (age 6) broadcast the boys I
dont wanna go home hostage tape video and again defied the Justice
Department and refused to return the boy to his father. In Havana, at a meeting
of the Group of 77, representing 80 percent of the worlds population,
Fidel Castro called for the elimination of the IMF, comparing the restrictions
of the bank to the crimes of Germany in World War II.
The Georgetown University Foreign Service School, fearing
disruption, has postponed the Saturday night annual Diplomatic Ball at the
downtown Corcoran Gallery, and restaurants surrounding the World Bank and IMF
have closed till Tuesday. An economist, Nobel Prize winner Amartya Sen, has
argued that for African famines the food is there, but few countries have the
infrastructure, the political stability and the courage to distribute it.
Meanwhile, the Ethiopian famine is on the front pages again.
* * *
Fr. Joe Rozanski joined the Franciscans at 14. His vocation,
however, did not come into a clear, dramatic focus until his 10 years in Brazil
when he saw liberation theology at work, and when, as he left to return to the
United States, fellow Franciscan Leonardo Boff told him to study economics when
he got home. This Saturday morning, in the basement of Washingtons Sacred
Heart Church on 16th Street, he sits at the center of a workshop group of 20
members of Pax Christi from Florida, Pennsylvania, New York and the District of
Columbia and suggests a spirituality of nonviolent protest that will motivate
them for the days ahead.
The religious highlights took place earlier in the week: the
meetings on Jubilee 2000, the ecumenical plea to forgive the poor nations their
debt, and the Religious Working Groups Economic Way of the Cross, where
about 100 pilgrims, though the roaring motors of the police motorcycle escort
and the helicopter overhead seemed determined to drown out their prayers,
processed from the Capitol steps to the World Bank and IMF.
Judy Coode, who works for Maryknoll in Washington, was there
because to her the World Bank is not an abstraction. She has seen, traveling in
Panama, how the American lifestyle is sustainable only by our world domination.
She judges that American Catholicisms sin is now idolatry: patriotism has
corrupted its spirituality.
Halfway through the procession, a jogger stopped to ask what was
going on, read a handout and took up the big cross and carried it.
Nor are the World Bank and IMF abstractions to John Kelly, a
Florida University 94 graduate now in campus ministry at the University
of Miami. His sweatshirt reads, Fry fish, not people. In a visit to
Haiti he saw how, when forced to downsize the government in order to finance
its loans, Haiti privatized government services like public power and
communications. This put thousands of people out of work with no safety net.
They cant even feed their prisoners, who must depend on their families to
bring them food.
* * *
It is early Saturday afternoon and about 400 youths hunker down on
the floor of a ramshackle auditorium called the Wilson Center, apparently an
abandoned church, with enormous dead organ pipes towering along the front wall
on either side of a stage. In front, volunteers hold up a huge map of
Washington, broken down into pie slices, as target areas for the next
days actions. No media, the speaker says; but I sit quietly taking my
notes.
They are both mad and delighted to have something to be mad about.
At 8:30 that morning the police raided their warehouse headquarters and
training camp, the Convergence Center, on the pretext that it was a fire
hazard, and confiscated their giant parade puppets, equipment and food.
Free the puppets! they say. Give us back our stuff!
Crammed into this hall, insofar as the movement has leaders, are the leaders,
spokespersons for a collection of clusters or affinity groups from all over the
country.
Many of them grew up with no interest in politics but somehow got
their first brush with social issues through the back door -- in song lyrics or
at rock concerts where Greenpeace or Friends of the Earth or more radical
groups had set up booths and were handing out literature. The better colleges
offered courses that helped them connect the dots says Fordham
graduate and Columbia Journalism School student Eileen Markey, who was a
reporter in Cambodia between schools.
They saw the threat of corporate power and control. Adults
complain that this generation does not watch the news; but they dont
watch it because they dont trust the corporate media to tell them the
whole story, says Markey. They react against the GAP, against designer duds
made in sweatshops, against the Disneyfication of their culture. Organized over
the Internet, they have flown below the radar screen into this
assembly. When they express their approval, rather than yell they raise both
hands and wiggle their fingers -- a deaf sign language symbol for yes. Each
leader stands in turn to report, Our cluster, A, has 93 members, 30
arrestable. We need more volunteers to face arrest ...
* * *
Palm Sunday, dawn, a soft drizzle falls on the Potomac and its
town. The city sleeps. But not the 80 blocks surrounding the White House, IMF
and World Bank, awaiting the arrival of delegates to the meetings that are
scheduled to begin -- at what hour the protesters have not been told.
On the way, in I pass the big buses and police escorts lined up
outside the posh Four Seasons and Doubletree Hotels on M Street where the
delegates are staying. The police have strategically blocked off the area in a
way that isolates the protesters in areas like Farragut Park and various
intersections where they can make their noise while the cops slip the delegates
in by a safe route. Theres speculation that maybe theyll fake it
and not come in at all, and hold their sessions at the Watergate, CIA
Headquarters or the Pentagon -- all allegedly conducive to their ideology.
It is a quality of youth to stay cheerful in the rain. Many have
manned the barricades -- arms linked, singing, chanting -- since 5 a.m. They
dance, beat drums, parade, spread out on the sidewalks, caucus in small groups
to plot disruptions. Though salted with a fair number of grandparent figures
and a few in wheelchairs, as a group they are very young, skinny and white and
wear black. Some sport green or gold or purple hair, shaved heads or locks to
their shoulders, and rings in their ears, lips and noses. Most could be the boy
or girl next door, but wearing the cheapest, grungiest clothes they could find,
plus maybe a gas mask or a bandana to either ward off tear gas or pepper spray
or hide their identities from police or press cameras.
The self-described anarchists swagger around like
teen-age ninjas in black duds and ski masks. Its political theater and I
guess were supposed to feel scared. When theyre home alone, what do
they do?
Maybe they just do their homework or cram for their SATs -- or
play those video games where you get to chop off your opponents head and
pull his guts out.
A stranger -- a man with gray hair in a green go-to-meeting suit
and tie -- is spotted maneuvering through the crowd. A cry goes out. A bullhorn
shouts: A delegate! A dozen protesters swarm around and pursue him
down the street. He keeps smiling but moves faster, trying to not break into a
run. You have every right to be here, he says. I just wanted
to see what was going on. Is he a really a delegate? Or just a guy in a
suit? He is gone.
Six hundred were arrested the night before for marching without a
permit, and hundreds more are ready to go to jail today; but by 9 a.m. the
meeting is well underway. The armies of the drizzly dawn must regroup for the
afternoon.
* * *
By noon the sun has broken through and the nations capital
is basking, almost baking, in a pre-summer glow. Thousands of tourists,
including parents with teenagers looking at colleges, put up with the
disruptions and get a new insight into democracy at work. They know it is
democracy because among the 10,000 youths swarming together on the streets and
on the Ellipse south of the White House and north of the Washington Monument,
many of the young men have taken off their shirts and written This is
democracy on their chests and other slogans, like Dont Feed
Fat Cats, on their backs.
They know it is democracy because a triumphant parade leaves the
Ellipse and marches through the streets with their liberated puppets --
depicting Corporate Clinton and gross World Bankers -- drums, and tambourines,
all chanting, This is what democracy looks like. From 10:01 till
6:30, 58 speakers, organizations, and entertainers have about two to 20 minutes
each to inspire the crowd, which moves among the tables set up by the Green
Party, various Socialists, Kurds who display posters of Turks brandishing
severed Kurdish heads, and those who would free Tibet and free Mumia Abu
Jamal.
On one street corner a Czech journalist who looks like Jesse
Ventura argues with a long-bearded protester, who tells him that most of
this crowd come from families making $4,000 to $8,000 a year and are here so
their grandchildren can have clean water. The Czech misunderstands,
replies that $8,000 a month is good living.
At West York and 18th Street, in front of the Octagon House, where
James Madison lived after the British burned the White House, a foot from a
police barricade and line, protesters lie on the street, linked in an
unbreakable chain by each holding the others ankles under his or her
arms. A protester tells me the police have generally been good; but she
personally witnessed a cop use his baton to bang two young people on the head
-- and she gives me his name. I write it down and ask hers. Im
Peacemother, she says.
* * *
Why, tactically, I ask, do the linked demonstrators on the ground
block this street when, in effect, it is already blocked by the police? Surely
no one will seek to come through. Well, she says, here you
are asking me about it. Which seems to be the main point of the whole
week. The meetings took place; but for much of the week much of America -- on
the networks, the talk shows, PBS, C-Span, the newsweeklies, opinion magazines,
daily papers and Internet -- talked about globalization and its
shortcomings. Not all talk was on the same level. Daniel Schorr grumped about
globalphobia and Rush Limbaugh compared the peace-loving,
law-abiding Miami Cubans with the lawless wackos and weirdoes, an endless
parade of human debris soiling our capitals streets by their
presence. The World Bank and IMF talked to themselves, but heard enough noise
from the street to resolve to do something on debt relief and spend more to
fight AIDS in Africa. Like the World Trade Organization after Seattle, they are
a bit less the faceless forces they were a year ago.
Four Emory students told me they were satisfied, they had learned
a lot, which they would share back in Atlanta. Pax Christi leader Dave Robinson
learned three things: 1. A great variety of groups, religious and
non-religious, can work together. Three years ago you couldnt get 50
people to an event like this. Today, 10,000. 2. New techniques -- like the
lock boxes, barricades strengthened by arms linked inside long
plastic tubing, and the pile up, where 20 people pile on top of
each other to prevent one from being arrested. 3. They can do all this
nonviolently.
Paul Villavisanis, a young, Pax Christi, ninth grade teacher from
St. Augustine, Fla., I suspect may speak for his generation in more ways than
we have been aware. He wears a Lift Sanctions against Iraq
sweatshirt, but, unlike many, he has never been to Latin America or Africa.
Still, like many, he wants to be part of something larger than himself. He has
educated himself on social issues by scanning the Internet and watching videos
and he assigns Elie Wiesels Night and Thoreaus Walden
to his class. But he keeps asking himself, What can I do? So he
comes to Washington in the rain and sun, with a line from W.H. Audens
September 8, 1938 running over and over in his head: All I
have is a voice ... We must love one another or we die.
Jesuit Fr. Raymond A. Schroth is author of The American
Journey of Eric Sevareid (Steerforth Press).
National Catholic Reporter, April 28,
2000
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