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Jeff Sessions to Pacific Islanders: ‘Your Lives Are Worthless’


Jeff Sessions to Pacific Islanders: ‘Your Lives Are Worthless’

Bill Bigelow

Speaking on a conservative talk radio show last week, Attorney General Jeff Sessions denounced a decision issued by Derrick K. Watson, a federal judge in Hawaii, blocking Trump’s Muslim travel ban: “I really am amazed that a judge sitting on an island in the Pacific can issue an order that stops the president of the United States from what appears to be clearly his statutory and constitutional power.”


Electoral politics in a representative democracy is pretty simple: get enough voters in your district to back you and you win. If you can gerrymander your district, things get easier.

Thus, Jeff Sessions doesn't care one bit about Hawaiian culture...because most people in Alabama don't care about it. In fact, if Sessions offends Hawaiians (who tend to vote D), his base of voters probably love it.

The USA: not a melting pot...more like a tossed salad.


"The writer Wendell Berry once wrote that social elites “cannot take any place seriously because they must be ready at any moment, by the terms of power and wealth in the modern world, to destroy any place.” In an unguarded moment on a conservative talk radio show, Jeff Sessions offered a perfect illustration of this insight."

Therefore social elites cannot be allowed to rule.

Direct Democracy



Jeffy Reb can barely cope with having New York and California in the Union.

Their Tax Dollars, however, seem to pose no problem.


Reading this article took me back a long way. At one time I had hopes of sailing through the South Seas aboard Irving Johnson’s Yankee. However, instead, I found myself in the Navy.
* When I was a young boy of about nine or 10, we were taken to the Bremerton Navy Yard to see some of the surviving ships from the first nuclear tests at Bikini Atoll called Operation Crossroads. I remember looking at those burned and twisted hulks and thinking, “Wow, that would really be something to see one of those things go off.”
* As a Sage once said, “Be careful what you ask for, for you may get it.” In 1956 I found myself aboard the escort carrier Badoeing Strait steaming for Bikini Atoll for Operation Redwing, the first airdropped hydrogen bomb by the United States. In 1954 the United States tested its first actual hydrogen bomb. This bomb was a laboratory bomb assembled and exploded in a big building on Nan Island. The blast which was expected to be two or three megatons turned out to be 18 or 20 Mt. It left a huge hole in the lagoon and all of that highly reactive vaporized matter was thrown into the stratosphere to fall on the islands downwind. The residents of those islands were badly contaminated by radiation. Their islands have remained uninhabitable, and many of the people are still suffering from the effects of the radiation.
* In 2004, I was asked to contribute a poem to the 50th anniversary of Castle Bravo. I wrote The Day of Two Sunrises, from the point of view of a young boy on Rongalap Island.
* My experience in the Redwing series of tests including my sickness from radiation exposure has left me antiwar and anti-nuclear anything. I have already seen World War III and we don’t need it. Nobody does.
* The people of the Marshall Islands lived a Polynesian lifestyle, healthy and active. That was until the United States decided to use the Marshall Islands as a test site for their nuclear weapons program. Since then they have been studied, removed from their islands and living in mostly housing projects or dispersed to other island groups. Their home islands at Bikini Atoll have proved to be unlivable. The people are not allowed to eat anything grown on the islands or caught from its waters. Now almost all of the Pacific Islanders are facing rising sea levels drowning their atolls and islands.
* I ask you, who is the more civilized, the people who lived and thrived on their islands with Nature as their companion, or we who pollute, mine and burn coal, drill and burn oil, pollute the landscapes and promote poverty, bigotry, homelessness and illness amongst all people, for that brings short-term profit?
The Day of Two Sunrises

My brother and I went to play
By the boats pulled up on the beach.
We raced and played tag
And chased land crabs in the predawn light.

The sun began to light the east
As it always had before,
Suddenly, a second sun arose in the west
Where never the sun had risen!

We ran to Mama to ask her what and why.
She did not know and the new sun died
As quickly as it grew.
In the Men’s House, they talked and remembered.

The day began as always, the men to fish in their outriggers,
The mothers cooking and digging taro, gathering plantains
And watching over the children
Who played at fishing and gathering and ran and played tag.

Suddenly, from the sky fell white powder!
Once a missionary had told of snow. Perhaps this was snow!
It came down covering everything. It was sticky.
We played, and scooped it up and threw it at each other. It was fun!

That evening I did not feel so well. My eyes hurt and my stomach turned to water.
My brother’s body was covered with blisters and his skin began to fall off.
Mother was vomiting, too, and her beautiful hair
Began to come out in handfuls.

Mother wondered if it was the snow, so she washed us,
But the water was filled with snow and the scrubbing removed the skin.
Soon, the whole village was sick, and the animals, and the plants,
All were sick.

After two days, the strange men came, in boats with a large mouth
Which dropped open on the beach and white clad creatures came out.
They wore masks with strange eyes and a long round mouth.
They pointed sticks at us which buzzed and crackled.

They pointed the sticks at everything, the trees, the well, the fish,
And listened to the buzz and crackle, then made marks on little boards they carried.
Finally they left, but told us we were very sick and not to eat
Of the fish, the coconuts, the plantains, the taro, that they were now tabu.

The men returned in their large boats and said our island was now tabu.
They gathered us up, leaving everything behind
We were taken to another place where we were poked and bled.
We looked so terrible that the people must have been afraid.

They wore the strange white suits when they looked in on us.
My brother looked the worst, like an old man with scabs
Which broke and bled and his teeth fell out
And then he was dead.

Mama became an old woman with patchy hair
And always a sickness.
Each time she saw me, she cried.
I was so sick, so tired, and then one day I died.

In memory of the Rongalapese and other Islanders who were poisoned by Castle Bravo (18.5 megatons, 1 March 1954) and other bombs. Just collateral damage in the quest for knowledge and power.
Steve Osborn
25 February 2004
How can this nation, that stamps its jackboots on the faces of people around the world, raping and stealing everything of value, for short term profit, be a judge of the worth of any of We the People of the World?


Wow, minitrue!




Heartrending, thought-provoking, and deeply moving. A thousand thank you's!

There was a documentary/movie that came out in 1962 titled "Mondo Cane" that illustrated man's inhumanity to man, all life, and the planet. I was so upset after watching it with friends, that I had to go home to recover. All film footage was actually shot by the filmmakers/writers/director including the total devastation on the Bikini Atoll and the sea turtles returning to the island to lay their eggs and then being unable to return to the ocean because of the effects of the radiation. The movie also showed film footage of the explosions of the bombs. It makes me sob to this this day when I recall this desecration of life. I have never forgotten every minute of this film from beginning to end.

PBS stations have aired news pieces and documentaries about the plights of the people in the islands facing rising oceans and their removal to other islands. Here is a link to Frontline documentaries about climate change and climate change deniers: http://www.pbs.org/wgbh/frontline/film/climate-of-doubt/

I applaud your devotion to the islands and the people. Blessings! :cry:


Thank you for your kind words. That was over sixty years ago, but I still get flashbacks, and some of the movies with nuclear war in them moves me to tears.
* I think one of the reasons these congenital idiots think nothing of starting a nuclear war is that none of them have ever seen or felt the effects of the bombs or the horror of radiation poisoning. To them, it is just a bigger firecracker.
* I've often thought that the government is impatiently waiting for us all to die, so there will be no eyewitnesses to call them to heel. I've posted the poem below several times, so you have probably seen it, but it fits the subject.
I Have Seen the Dragon

I have seen the Dragon
Through clenched lids and arms pressed tight.
I have felt its hot breath on my back
And listened to the rumble of its voice.

I have looked upon its breath,
Glowing Amethyst, red and purple,
Climbing towards the stratosphere
To deposit its venom downwind.

I have waited in fear as my gums began to bleed
And my hair came out in clumps.
I breathed a prayer of thanks
As I began to heal.

After fifty years, our ranks are thin,
We who have seen the Dragon and survived.
Those who have died or are sickened still,
Their numbers are legion.

All we can hope for, work for, pray for,
Is that no madman will ever be allowed
To unleash the Dragon again.
For its legacy to all is death, disease and decay.

© Stephen M. Osborn
2 November 2006
For an outstanding, and astounding, history of nuclear testing in the world, Isao Hashimoto's 1945-1998 shows all of the tests until atmospheric testing was outlawed. The total during that period was 2,053 tests of A-bombs and H-bombs. And that includes "Trinity" and the two "operational tests", Hiroshima and Nagasaki.
US, 1,032
Russia 715
France 210
China 45
UK 45
India 4
Pakistan 2
* In my mind, that was a nuclear war except nobody was shooting at anybody else. Look at the health statistics since the testing to get an idea of some of the dangers.
* I hope We the People of the World can head this off. This is too beautiful a planet to destroy.


Your poem really reached out and touched me- You brought tears to my eyes here mini....
The Main Stream News should be telling this story what with the North Korea debacle-
I am so fed up with this goddamned government!


Thank you. I doubt the MSM would touch it with a ten foot pole. I don't think it fits into trump's agenda, if it actually has one. :wink:


Amazed that you were physically affected so seriously, yet healed.


Yeah, they didn't tell us grunts much. We weren't to eat anything on the islands (Do you think a bunch of seventeen, eighteen and nineteen year old kids on a Pacific island didn't score a coconut or two?)
* Also, many of us were avid skin divers and spent every spare moment swimming in the lagoon. I don't think it occurred to any of us that the water in the lagoon was probably "hot" as well.
* As for me, I just lost my energy, wanted to curl up and sleep, if I could. No appetite, sick to my stomach, watery bowels, Brushed my teeth one morning and spit out blood. I had a very thick head of hair, but every time I put a comb to it, it came out with clots of hair on it. Eventually, I began to recover. I didn't lose any teeth and the bloody gums dried up. I started to get my energy, and my appetite back. Eventually, my hair started growing back in and the comb was no longer full.
* I figured I'd be lucky to reach twenty-five, had a number of leukocyte problems over the years, but none of them were the "big one".
* I finally spent twenty-five years in the fire service, retired and moved back to Washington. I've spent a lot of my time, the past two decades or more, writing wake up calls to We the People of the World to try to ward off what I saw coming, and now, here it is.
* I'm seventy-nine years old, now, so I doubt I'll see how it all comes out, but what I've seen in the past few weeks makes me feel that perhaps the world is finally awakening and "we shall overcome"! Such is my hope, at least.


Man with forkéd tongue
Leads us down a crooked path
Into DEEP Kim-Chee . . .