Friday, April 15, 2016
Even when it was dusty and hot, for me, recess was far better than a classroom. We played, but it always gravitated into some form of competition, and though books were necessary, we seemed to have learned many of the most profound lessons of life there on the playground. The importance of an education falls short when you are young, and its relevance hard to comprehend. But to this day it seems that without recess, the rest of education would have held little meaning. Recess taught us how to actually use our education for real life, or indoctrination too, if you will, and as self-worth and values were being formed, we defined what it meant to be human in a world of other human beings trying to do the same. Not all were successful.
Let me start with one emphatic statement. Most all people just wanted to get along, and yet, want to be let alone... One could see emphatically that it was but a small percentage of the kids who wanted to dominate the others. Some by being the best at sports, some by making excellent grades, and that was good, but others used the power of a bully, and it seemed every classroom had at least one. When two or more vied for power, they sought the support of others to maintain control, with many, and sometime any means necessary.
From the earliest school-yard memory, some played well with others and some did not, some helped and smiled, and others cruised the playground like sharks, looking for opportunity. Some sharks just wanted your lunch money, others wanted to inflict pain, or fear, but all of it was for one primary thing, control, and that is the true volition of all bullies. Nothing in this life has more power, not even love. It is said that money makes the world go round, but fear is the driving force that grease the wheels.
We tried to the last child to figure it all out, and we still do, as learning is experienced to our last breath. Some kinds of lessons take a lifetime to learn, to master, and most will agree, it is but a small minority who cause the lion's share of the problems we encounter on our beautiful planet. In retrospect, we could have easily had peace in that playground, if we could have just united. To do that, you must have a leader that cannot be bought.
That system was granted to us by our founders and they called it a Republic based on Constitutional Law. They showed us, granting nothing, that our Liberty is based on Universal Laws, and a Constitution and Bill of Rights were painfully drawn to show us what we innately possess is God given. Our Founders loved us, and painstakingly showed us in their letters and writings that Liberty is not granted by men, but is given by God to all human beings as a gift.
Indeed, most all were men of God, but knew that some ideologies transcended individual faiths, and so called themselves deists. It was a grand experiment, and they emphatically warned us from the start that every generation must be vigilant, willing to fight to keep it, or it would be taken away. They told us that if we let it slip away, it would be exceedingly difficult to take it back without bloodshed. Some even said that tyranny would grow in small increments, too small to notice, and that we would be coerced and distracted to become complacent, soon forgetting who we are as Americans, forgetting just what an amazing gift it is.
Liberty from Tyranny is not free
The liberty movement is like that too,as the American playground is hijacked by bullies, and they are found everywhere, even in the Liberty movement. Some consider themselves inside the movement with a stated hope to return the Republican Party to what they consider its original Libertarianism, and others who would like a third party to dominate both Progressives and Neocons, as they consider both parties to be wings on the same bird. There are many many other folks, by the score, who fight tooth and nail for their own individual agenda to be voiced, wrongly using the Libertarian Standard to promote it. Some advance their own brand of religion, others the freedom to choose an abortion, some to open the borders to everyone, or to dissolve government to a finer element. In the process, as is so evident, they cancel each other out... And as they self destruct individually, our Constitutional Democratic Republic and Bill of Rights are replaced with Progressive Marxist Socialism. as the Liberty movement stagnates and withers on the vine.
In this convolution, without a defined standard, self-proclaimed authorities teach that Liberty and freedom have the same meaning... that democracy is mob rule, and that wall street is opposed to free-market capitalism. Because we cannot unite under a common banner, we are on the brink of having our Republic replaced by the illusions of Socialism, Nationalism, and Communism. ruled by an dictatorial Oligarchy. For the first time in our history we have a Socialist running for President along with a traitorous Big Brother Progressive, and both seemingly in opposition with the empowered Neocon, and once in office will do just as their handlers wish. You see, it is all just an illusion, a grand circus, a dog and pony show who selfishly deal under the table, well hidden.
At this point, lets us look at the National Debt... Four months before the 2008 election America was at 6 trillion in debt... This was an accumulation of all debt, from our wars to depressions all the way to George Washington, and in four months we went from 6 trillion to 10 trillion. We were told we had a bubble, a housing bubble, because there was not enough regulation. Today, after 7.5 years under the illusive Progressive regime, we are at 19.3 trillion, as of this date, April, 2016, and it has been approved to go to a twenty-one ceiling. Yes, everything is just fine! And sure, some people are waking up, and asking questions, and they are starting to see how the system works, and how our President is hand-picked for us... hand-picked, to be their puppet. We see that we are being played, dismantled, and our minds have been filled with lies. We are betrayed, and many who hold the reins of our county are traitors.
If we could have stuck together for a common cause on that playground, the bullies would have had no bite. They would have watched from the side-lines, and always held at bay. You see, here in America, as described by our Federalist Papers, our Constitution was designed to thwart these bullies... Yes, bullies exist, and most likely always will, and they all have one element in common, other than the need for power and control. They want something for nothing, and the power they seek is the ability to take it from you. Some businesses are like that, and countries too. Wouldn't you think a business that makes money on war, wouldn't promote war? Wouldn't you think a business that makes money on the symptoms of disease, from cold medicine to sleep aids would also, inadvertently, resist a cure? And how easy is it for the biggest kid on the playground, the biggest institution or conglomerate of companies, the most powerful government on earth controlled by an external force that can print money out of thin air and unaccountable even to a true audit, and above all law... wouldn't develop the mindset of a bully after 100 years? But no, most think this country is built on Christian morals and ethics, and that what we do as a nation is for the good of all concerned. Perhaps by the end of this essay you might reevaluate that.
The art of the bully...
Feigning, or posturing, for instance, is a method used by a bully, usually backed by several lackeys. But I noted an amazing thing, and it came to define me... A fake punch felt exactly the same to both my ego and self worth, two primary things that can overcome fear. You see, if someone, or a thing, threatens you, your family, or your country, it should be considered an action, and promote the same reaction as an actual punch. A threat is the same as the deed. When a person, a religion, a culture, an institution, thinks it is being threatened, it will react with extreme prejudice, out of self- preservation. For instance, if there is the rule of Constitutional Law, or an international law, both forged by blood, pain and suffering...
thwarting the dignity and value of life by tyranny, we should be prepared to do anything at all to get it back. You see, once it is taken away, tyranny will do anything to remain in power. Anything at all, and that is not understood by the moralist who want to sing Kumbaya.
The old adage, all is fair in love and war, is not a Christian thought. It is the mindset of Tyranny. It is a thought born of fear. A thought inspired by the threat of death, where everything you hold dear is held in the balance.... That is the sword of truth, the seed of violence, and is the most prominent survival motivation here on earth. Kill and/or be killed has always displaced live and let live. It is the universal law of continued existence, so they promote. Survival, without regard for anything but that, is at times without rule or moral compass. What motivation would a person have to strap bombs to their bodies and pull a rip-cord? Propaganda says it is about virgins, but it is about fear, and love too. Love, twisted by hate and fear. because you will give your life to save those you Love! This is the clash of civilizations, and the catalyst to war. When a person feels compelled to sacrifice their life for a higher cause, that strength cannot be denied. If the Liberty movement had that conviction, it could not be denied. Instead, we are at each other's throats.
Two years ago, Israel retaliated rogue missile attacks on their southern border by bombing the king-pin leaders in the middle of a very populated area in Gaza. Palestinians hate Zionists for a variety of reasons, buy the encroachment of settlers, restrictions of free trade, the denying of civil liberties, but most likely the fundamental reason is that children on both sides have died in the conflict. Both sided. When children die, forgiveness is impossible. It is easy to say not, that the teachings of Jesus would sustain you. But when you hold your dead children in your arms, you are no longer a human being, and your mindset becomes that of an animal. Most can't comprehend this horror because reality is filtered by a wide screen black box. To most Americans, the world seems like a cartoon, and far away. It is difficult to wrap your mind around the suffering of others when you live in a gilded cage.
On that memorable afternoon, one of many, fifteen hundred people died, half of which were innocent pedestrians, and the survivors of this massacre will carry the psychological and physical scars to the day they die. That, and hatred for what they fear as oppressors and slavers, Zionists. It is estimated that about half of these deaths were indeed part of the resistance. A resistance who think of themselves as patriots. And in that walled dusty playground called Gaza , one million two hundred thousand people live, and each of them must have known at least one of those who were killed that day. And as the children were pulled out of their charred school and lined up on the street in the middle of the fiery chaos, pictures of the event aired all around the world. All around the world, but not in America. Only on Utube could it be viewed. And there, for all to see, white phosphor rained down like fire and brimstone, illegal incendiary bombs banned by international law, a sulfur mix similar to the Vietnam napalm, I so vividly remember. Illegal, with the same humanitarian concerns as poison gas.... What a cosmic joke. What hypocrisy! Israel is now coming forward blasting Syria for using illegal chemical weapons, as our young men are being killed by our own weapons supplied to past allies, now our enemies, and all for the need to control their oil. All paid, even the fire-bombs, with our tax dollars. In Afghanistan, CIA operatives protect poppy fields, and send tendrils into the heart of all governments who do not submit. Although Israel has great military power, they too have suffered the cost of their Zionist movement, the horrible death of their children.
And we Americans are so appalled by those damned rag-head fanatics! Yes, there are monsters. There are those, for thousands of years, and now we can count ourselves among them. Tit for tat forever. Forever and ever, amen.
So how deep does this fallacy go? This hypocrisy? Homeland security bought billions of hollow-point rounds, and why? Hollow point bullets are also banned in warfare, by the UN. No wonder why we hate those damned UN inspectors too! And those three rouge states who still resist the World Bank of Zion: Cuba, North Korea, and Iran. How we hate them, as taught on the black box every night. On average, each American has 3.5 hours of indoctrination from the box each and every day... and over 3000 fetuses had their heads crushed by a specially designed forceps, as we are taught at the same time it is barbaric to behead a murderer or traitor in that damned desert... When will the time come when we will see our self worth, and cry for what could have been? When will we take responsibility for what is promoted in our name?
So what are the bullets for, if not for the the killing of Americans, or is it just a feign, a posturing to keep us afraid and subdued? Or was it perhaps a ploy to sell us more guns? I feel the slap across my face, don't you? Or do you just turn the other cheek and hope it will stop if you don't react? What unimaginable power to actually have the ability to print money out of thin air, and there is nothing we can do about it as it goes on the back of our children's future as debt slavery. Just ask the Federal Reserve, and they will tell you the same in front of Congress. They are beyond the law, just as emphatic as the destruction of our Constitution by the Patriot Act and the NDAA. And it isn't like we weren't warned, but that these warnings were not part of the government mandated school system. Only the school-yard can teach you this.
But I'm wondering... If we see now that our organization in kindergarten would have worked, why is it so hard to organize for a common cause now? Don't we all see the same thing, that bullies control us all? How do you react to a bully swishing his fist in front of our face? Like showing us the millions of caskets where we will be laid to rest if we resist, and still, most all are in denial. Hollow-point bullets are not used for target practice, are illegal in warfare, but what of the depleted uranium rounds our boys are carrying and depositing on the desert playground along with the fertilizer of hate by innocent blood? Our boys are shooting through engine-blocks and reinforced cement with these amazingly hard bullets, but who is considering the consequences of the future survivors of these conflicts, those who will try to build from the ashes? What is the half- life of uranium, what is the half- life of a human being? What are these bullets doing to the health of our boys and girls in the war theater? What is the value of a human life as found in Leviticus and Deuteronomy? Nothing.
Children are being born with gross abnormalities in the Middle East, and that is viewed around the world, but not shown here in America. Not unless some real commercials could generate revenue, and the world is thinking we are monsters and fools... Bullies without conscience, imperialists by nature.
So now we have bible thumpers who promote the bible and a gun. The same ilk who flooded into the playground of America's west displacing the indigenous populations with disease-tainted blankets. The Winchester repeater, hunger, and a superiority complex, pushed painted white churches that echoed with the song of Amazing Grace.
In Louisiana and Mississippi, my neck of the woods, we once had a group of Indians called the Choctaws. They lived on prime real estate, old growth forest, teaming hunting grounds, and a grudge. They could not forgive the killing of their children, even though the new mandated Christian Religion told them so. And when they could, they would shoot an arrow into a trespasser without remorse, and in spite of our tyrannical law. As reprisal, they were transported, on foot, to Oklahoma. It was part of many transfers to reservations, and all traveled on a trail of tears. And do we appreciate America? Mississippi has the worst educational system in the US, with Louisiana a close second. Those forests are now clear cut, even on government land. Alcoholics and drug users in a bible-belt of dry counties, with 80 percent of the un-aborted children born out of wedlock, and almost fifty percent receiving a government check, or on the dole. Some actually think that food-stamps is the real American currency. One might think the best paying jobs in Mississippi would be a logger, but it is not. Lawyers and politicians who feed on them.
Trail of tears...
Is this the reason the Jews wrote in the old testament, to kill every last person exploited and conquered? To kill every last man, and to enslave the women and children, with everything beyond to walls belonged to them, even to burn if they so choose. Leviticus and Deuteronomy goes into great detail as to how to treat an enemy, the very same detail Nazi Germany used on them, and it certainly expanded that same rule of law to our wild west. Settlers held a gun in one hand and a bible in the other, justified to steal land and murder the "infidel" just as Zionists are doing in Gaza today. But the side they oppose has their own version of slaughter, taken from the Koran, and it is tit for tat forever... It is blood, and forever war. God help us, it is, and we pay for it without caring to know why. Yes, the law of the west is an uncomfortable law, because we want so badly to wear the white hat of a good guy.
We cannot even remotely comprehend the possibility that what has made America great was our ability to step on the back of others, bankrolled by corporations and banks who profit from both sides... as bullies. Powerful banks who play us like a fiddle, caring little for who wins, because the bottom line is profit... In our world we turn a blind eye, as truth is too uncomfortable to seek, and we tolerate the depiction of our Loving Jesus using an automatic weapon on our television sets. We tolerate a woman cutting off the arms and legs of 300 men dressed in black with a samurai sword. as our children cheer hysterically... and as 3000 babies are torn limb from limb every day by abortions, we eat poisoned food lobbied to be safe for human consumption, and untested GMO is mandated to be so safe it doesn't have to be on the label. Are we so trusting, lazy, or just stand for nothing cowards?
In our low quality throw-away society, we text while driving on phones designed to be obsolete in one year, on streets designed for safety from the blood accidents. But we want more, to push the envelope for our selfish nature to get up and over... we want it fast and free, and colorful, but when cornered, when questioned, we can't remember why... and so in our world, tell the truth can get you 35, and sexual exploits gets more respect than intellect or a loving spirit. Our children, taught by big brother to maintain the status-quo, learn history as rewritten to both manufacture and maintain compliance, a dependence of government from cradle to grave.' .
And are we enjoying this paradise we have created on the blood of others? Beautiful streets full of people speeding to the next traffic light, with cracked windows to let out the stench of tobacco and pot, held like a precious extra widget by a perfectly manicured hand. A world, so beautiful, such a delicate gift, is being carved up without concern for the future, where GMO, and bio engineering goes unchecked, lucratively funded by private enterprise who first turned a profit by the oil-eating gene-splice of the Valdez spill. Never mind media blackouts of newly discovered flesh-eating organisms found in the sea, aluminum dust in our atmosphere, the same fluoride in our drinking water served in German concentration camps for mind control, and the amazing amount of mindless morons roaming our streets like zombies. Zombies, who have so little imagination, they can't figure out a new dress code for three generations to pull up their pants. Three generations that can fit into a little over three decades, and our United States prisons house the largest portion of their population on earth. Hard to believe? The US has more incarceration than any country on earth, with Louisiana the most of any other state? Why? Because there is money in it. It is a lucrative business, as is the war on drugs an extension.
There are those who do quite well in our system, insiders, for instance, who knew 9-11 was going to happen, and bet "put options" with insider-trading on United and American Airlines three days prior. 300 plus times the amount of put options just prior to 911... and we have pages in the 9-11 commission report we are not allowed to see... We are not allowed to see inside of our own Fort Knox, or even question why we have doubled our national debt in just one decade. Our civil liberties are suspended, our Constitution ignored, and we cry like babies because the minimum wage needs to come to $15 dollars an hour, or why football tickets are so expensive, or why young boys will kill another boy for his tennis shoes.
The human gumbo
It is a dark gumbo of savvy investors who profit on the culled aborted fetuses and the potential profits that may come from stem-cell research, a military industrial complex who profits on the promotion of blood. A manufactured fear that our right to bear arms are indeed in jeopardy... and shelves empty of weapons and ammunition in the wake of fear. Sixty percent is the profit from red light cameras, as they track our every move, and the NSA recordings of every phone call, every text, every e-mail, with your phone's GPS accurate to six inches of your goings and comings. Money is America's true ego, and we stand in lines to give our phone number to get a deal from a mega-corporation that has destroyed local business. We buy low quality products from overseas, and pay for the privilege to belong to their club to get a sale price, and your phone number and what you have purchased goes into a central computer, as information is very profitable. What in God's name have we become? What are we allowing?
In the American garden, the honey bee is being displaced by the fly. GMOs are cross-pollinating the earth, speculatively morphing into change for the sake of change, just as promised. We are so trusting, our children mandatorily vaccinated for a higher good, profit, in spite of the growing amount of autism and cancers sweeping into every family. Played, like the push of a bully on a school yard playground, they have the audacity to call a constitutionalists a traitor, a terrorist, and an anti-Zionist an anti-Semitic racists, and the populous are so propagandized, they would actually die to defend that, because war seems romantic, like in the film Casablanca. They would believe anything the black box spews forth, as it has since Saturday morning Solders of Fortune. We are being systematically sucked into a void of deceit, a black void so all-encompassing, not even our immortal souls are safe. And if, God forbid, we cannot find the guts to push back, we will lose a lot more than our lunch money. We will lose everything, even the stuff you don't have the ability to realize. What is left of your life, and the future of you children will be little more than cattle, slaves to the bullies that have them by the throat. And the Constitution and Bill of Rights will just be a footnote, forgotten and never realized, as the victors rewrite history to justify it all.
Wednesday, April 13, 2016
Uncle Tomism, and the mutiny of the USS Kitty Hawk
I was attached to the USS Kitty Hawk (CVA-63) from 1969 to 71, making one Westpac tour to Vietnam. I was the Captain's yeoman, an E-4 pay grade, and with a minimal secret clearance.
Photo of author aboard the USS Kitty Hawk, 1970
My Captains were Earl F. Godfrey who was relieved by CAPT Owen H. Oberg, Executive Officer A.E.G. Grosvenor, Carrier Air Wing Eleven Commander Jack F. O'Hara, Vice Admiral Frederic A. Bardshar, CTF-77, and Rear Admiral Damon W. Cooper, CTF-77. Attached to the Executive Division, I was under the charge of Lt. Elva S. Scott, Jr, Administrative Assistant. I had both the greatest respect and what might be considered subjective fear of these men, and at 19, and so low on the totem pole, a kind word or smile from any of them lifted my spirits for weeks.
But there were men on that carrier who's spirit was both damaged and dark. They could not assimilate with the crew, or had respect for authority, and organized themselves to go against both Navy tradition, and the American standard for war in the open sea. This cumulated in a rebellion within the enemy waters of the Tonkin Gulf. Though I know many meetings where ship's morale were discussed, it continued to escalate downward after my discharge, culminating into what can only be described in retrospect as mutiny.
A year after my discharge, none of these top officers above were involved. In 1972 Captain Oberg was relieved by Captain Marland W. "Doc" Townsend, and the XO was Benjamin W. Cloud. Both of these men were distinguished, well decorated and seasoned veterans, but what happened on their watch could not be realized, partially because there was no precedent for this in US Naval History. It is amazing to think back over this story, because from my perspective I saw something profound coming, and I wonder why it could not be thwarted from the start. I was just too close to it to understand, and I think it possibly the same for those in charge too.
What I know of this episode comes from my two years aboard as a clerical typist for the Captain, firsthand accounts of many friends who lived through it, and a new book by Gregory A. Freeman called Troubled Water" Race, Mutiny, and bravery on the USS Kitty Hawk.
"They got the captain! They got the captain!" The man ran on by, and everyone in the sick bay paused what they were doing for a second to look around the room at each other. They got the captain? This is really mutiny? -From Troubled Water.
At this time the United States was involved in a very unpopular war called Vietnam, and the USS Kitty Hawk, with a compliment of 5000 men, headed for the Gulf of Tonkin. The lines of this mutiny were drawn racially, black against white. By the time order was finally restored, it was told by the men who lived it that many hundreds of men were seriously hurt, and careers shredded. So profound were the consequences that there was a concerted effort to both hide and minimize it from media and public record. And though it became a turning point in Navy race relations, the story was buried within U.S. Navy archives for decades.
By interviewing eye witnesses, and a careful study of Navy records, Gregory F. Freeman makes a convincing case that this incident is the first recorded Mutiny in US history.
My life experience with negative racial predicaments goes back to my first memories in New Orleans, from early childhood to my enlisting. I was 57 in the draft out of John F. Kennedy Sr. High, with many near misses and horrific memories of those hate-filled times. Forced integration brought children together with very dissimilar attitudes, values, and violence became a daily occurrence. It created angry and frustrated men who tried to take a stand against this unreasoned onslaught that wrought the destruction of our once beautiful city, and realigned social structures that undermined law and moral value.
One boy in my senior class tried to reason through this horror. His name was David Duke. Though there has been a concerted effort to destroy David's reputation by his association with Neo-Nazism and the KKK, times were desperate. And though I cannot justify his mindset, he was just as much a product of his environment as I was, or the 67 percent of male blacks who now fill our prisons. At the time it may have seemed to him the only alternative, as all of us just tried to survive in an uncertain and brutal environment.
I saw the same racial cancer growing in the bowels of the Kitty Hawk just days after coming aboard. In my division, The Executive Division, the blacks were not of the same caliber as some of the rest. When we went on shore leave, for instance, the x-division black men went with us, and without a problem. Of course, to be accepted into that department hinged on a high test score of a stringent entrance exam, along with the rigors of a secret clearance where any negativity would exclude you. This insured both quality and trust. It wasn't the same in other divisions, especially, as I remember, the maintenance department, and those restrictions became more lax in the next several years.
These low quality men, some with criminal records and others with a fourth grade education, were of a different mindset, and most reflected the same mean-spirited racism and overt ignorance I found at home. The reason was a simple one, as the war needed more personnel, government became lax in its admissions with a new Navy initiative designed to increase opportunity. Opportunity proposed by the progressive left. This turned out to be a big mistake, as some people just can't reason an opportunity, and it passes by unseen.
For my tour the Hawk had the same compliment of men, about 5000, with about 80 being black. With the new initiatives in place, the next cruse of 1972 changed that number to nearly 300. These men, from the inner city of several American municipalities, were ill-equipped to cope with a structured environment, the danger and stress of a wartime environment, confinement and continuous work for extended periods, the frustrated absence of sexual expression, and with the ever-growing availability of drugs, abuse became the norm.
It was also compounded by an anti-war sentiment from family at home, coupled with anti-war music that stimulated the emergent black power movement, ...and this exacerbated a profound hatred that finally erupted into violence. And furthermore, San Diego's black Muslims were picking up our black sailors on downtown streets as far back as my observations, 1969.
Late into the night they would pull up to the curb and coerce black men in uniform to participate in secret meetings. I saw them being picked up on the block of a very popular store called Seven Seas, in San Diego, and took pictures of them with my new Minolta camera. I photographed these vans at night, sometimes using infrared, securing license plate numbers and the faces of drivers. I then compiled them with a letter, and submitted this to the Captain, via my chain of command, with my concerns. He later told me, via my Chief, that these photos were indeed interesting, and were the topic of several ship-board meetings. But as far as I knew then or now, nothing tangible was done.
On October 12th, 250 days into its West Pacific deployment, following yet another announcement that the ship would be delayed going back to their San Diego home base, there began an assault on white sailors that took the entire night to put down. They used sharpened broomsticks, pipes, chains, fire nozzles and axes, and they roamed at will beating up anyone white...
Though my friends in X division told me that there were more than 600 injured, the official record shows fifty treated by shipboard medics, with three serious enough to be evacuated by helicopter. My numbers may indeed be wrong because I had not heard about it for over a month after it happened. It was the day the Hawk returned home, when my wife and I met it on the landing, that we were told. It was the topic of every conversation on the dock.
We waved at about a dozen faces we knew along the neatly filed ranks, all in their glowing dress whites. Really was an awesome spectacle, and The Hawk was freshly painted too. And no matter what the official record of the events are in retrospect, what happened aboard the USS Kitty Hawk was unprecedented in US Naval history. Trying to quell this story in a politically charged America at odds with an undeclared war-machine draft is no justification, of course. And yet, from my perspective, it may also have been believed by the Navy that if this became common knowledge through the media, that it could have been used as a wedge between the war effort and anti-war activists, with the possibly of further strengthening our enemies resolve. No-matter, those aboard thought a mutiny was underway, and Freeman focuses on those five hours that were the worse.
Freeman also centers on the unorthodox approach of The Hawk's black XO, Cloud, the first black man to have climbed so high in the 7th fleet. His orders to quell this violence were at odds with the captain, but it is speculated that he might have saved the ship, and possibly many lives as well.
No lives were lost, but it damaged the careers of both the captain and his executive officer, and led to many initiative reversals and new reforms designed that this might never happen again. And all in the silenced back drop of 29 black service men's summery court marshals, and overturned and reduced criminal convictions by NAACP pressure, 19 were found guilty of at least one charge.
It seems the same fearful mindset was at work here as the LA riots, twenty years later... We should respect the law, not fear the reprisal of the lawless....Here is the definition of a Mutiny...
Mutiny is a conspiracy among members of a group of similarly situated individuals (typically members of the military; or the crew of any ship, even if they are civilians) to openly oppose, change or overthrow an authority to which they are subject. The term is commonly used for a rebellion among members of the military against their superior officer(s), but can also occasionally refer to any type of rebellion against an authority figure.
During the Age of Discovery, mutiny particularly meant open rebellion against a ship's captain. This occurred, for example, during Magellan's famous journeys around the world, resulting in the killing of one mutineer, the execution of another and the marooning of others, and on Henry Hudson's Discovery, resulting in Hudson and others being set adrift in a boat.
If you want to read firsthand accounts of that night, I suggest the book Gregory A. Freeman called Troubled Water, Race, Mutiny, and bravery on the USS Kitty Hawk. It is a graphic account of the night from about seven perspectives, and well researched. From the archives of the House Services Committee who inquired about both the Kitty Hawk uprising and the USS Constellation's sit-down strike (that promoted solidarity with the Hawk's rebellion), both suggested a conspiracy, the very definition of Mutiny.
The black Kitty Hawk XO, Cloud, volunteered his ideas on the reasons this happened in his final statement to the Committee that still rings true today...
"Among the black community on the ship there is this open and vehement, in many cases, distrust of anyone that is older and more senior and who has more experience. Because here again. 'they got that way by practicing Tomism' or something else which would closely--"
"Practicing what?" Pirnie asked.
"Well, is that term going to apply to anyone who is successful?"
"It generally does."
"Isn't that a fundamental weakness in our endeavor to try and create an equal society?"
"Yes sir, I think it is. Let me say this: I think it is generally presumed by the blacks that we are talking about here, the eight-teen to twenty-two-year-olds, that anybody that is black that is successful got that way basically by compromising their principles of blackness, if I may use that term."
Later he continues in that same vein with a question: "Who is telling them that?" Pirnie asked. "He would think it otherwise."
"It is his mother and father in the community he comes from," Cloud said. "It comes from the ghetto, from the street."
Authors note: Several years ago I wrote about the problems with drugs in New Orleans and Crowley, and in both cases those interviewed used the same sentiment, a description of an insurmountable obstacle for the black man, the virtual enslavement of attitude by a concept called Uncle Tomism. It is alive and well in our young people, even today, and just as potent as it was forty years ago on the USS Kitty Hawk. Our country is indeed at a cross road, where big government is dictating every aspect of our lives, and liberty wanes with every dominating government advancement. There is an effort from the left and the right to thwart this, from the voice of the Tea Party movement to the Wall Street Occupiers. When the day comes... when we can stand together for a common cause, this country will once again belong to us. If not, slavery will be our common denominator.