Touba Connection

Listen to our reportage in the Aya Sofia Mosque in Amsterdam west. Hundreds of Senegalese and their friends received their spiritual leader Mame Mor M’Bake from Touba in Senegal. He is the grandson of Borom Touba and the son of Mourtada. (English, Wolof)

Listen to Omar Baye Fall

Remember the Schiphol Fire.The survivors are getting together to prepare for the thirde comemmoration of the Schiphol Fire. Agury has a message for Ahmed Isa (Arab) . Iris reports to M2M about our trip to Groningen.

Happiness is natural!

Meet Izzy, the amazing singer from Liberia in Haren.

Picture this: you are white and Spanish, and your name is Africano. We met him on a terrace in Amsterdam (Spanish)

Radio M2M, August 22nd

Kevin and Chivaro report on their party in the Diemerpark. (Dutch)

Happy Birthday David! English, Portuguese

Basisschool “De Parel” op Wittenburg vierde feest. Yansa en Seref leiden ons rond. Op zoek naar Jos. Dutch

Alo Dakar, les nouvelles de Senegal pour vous Senegalais et tous ses amis. Avec Selle Diop et ses amis! (Wolof)

NEWS*** Journalists struggling in Dakar with Minister of handicraft and air transport.***

Brian Conley: Alive in Baghdad, Arrested in China

Brian Conley is one of the persons behind the information project , which brings weekly authentic videos from Iraqis in Iraq, Syria and Jordan.

Brian is also one of the people arrested in China after protests.

“Brian went to China to document pro-Tibet protests taking place concurrent with the Olympics. He was not participating in political actions, only documenting them as any journalist would. On August 19, 2008, he was arrested by Chinese authorities for this work, along with 5 others working with , Jeff Rae (who also works with Alive in Baghdad), James Powderly, Jeff Goldin, Michael Liss, and Tom Grant.

Under China’s repressive government it is illegal to record expressions of free speech and work as a journalist without state supervision.

Listen to a conversation between Brian Conley and Jo van der Spek of Streamtime.
more on streamtime.org

Il faut pas me prendre la tete. Don’t drive me crazy.

Listen to Selle Diop, from Dakar. In Wolof with Papa Sakho

He is a great tennis player and a great singer too. He lived and worked for some years in Paris and then moved back to his country Senegal. He has seen a lot and wants to share his experience and his views on migration.
This summer we have seen African migrants in small boats crossing the Atlantic Ocean and the Mediterranean in an attempt to find . Europe saw them in the news, especially when they failed: when they drowned or arrived dead. This summer on the coast of Spain we even saw dead babies.

In Senegal people hear what we don’t see: only the successful migrants call home. The dead don’t call. And when they come home they show how: their camera’s, their cars and clothes, their false gold. Their message is: I made it, so you can make it too.

When they fail to succeed in Europe, they don’t call. They don’t send money home. They can’t go home. Because failure is unacceptable. They would rather die than face their family. Deportation is the final fate. And many end up going mad or commit suicide rather than face this fate.
You can only go back to Senegal when you are strong.

How come, what is at the root of this miserable conflict, this clash of perspectives?
Ignorance, says Selle. Many people have never seen the sea before. They have no idea what waves are. They never tried to swim. They live in a myth, the myth that Europe is Paradise. They go without education or profession, without understanding the cultural differences between Africa and Europe.
Poverty. The mafia makes use of this ignorance and of the greed of the poor. They sell cheap visa and tickets for thousands of Euro’s, to people who can only pay by using all the resources they have: their house, their family capital, evrything. They risk it all, including their feelings of belonging, their family, their village, their self-respect and finally their life.
And the government? Corruption. Some officials conspire with the mafia to make more money, exploiting the citizens. They prefer to answer the call from Europe to stop the emigration, receiving military aid to guard their waters and borders (Frontex). This only makes the underground business of human trafficking more profitable.
This makes migration only more tragic. Diop thinks that some women bring their baby with them as a protection. With a baby the chance is better to get a residence permit for humanitarian reasons…

That is Selle Diops analysis. He never took a boat. He took the plane, like most migrants from Senegal are doing actually. He feels that he must do something about it. To educate, to communicate, to criticize. He intends to bring intellectuals and artists around the table to talk. How to get the message across to the young, the poor, the ignorant?
And they will report on Radio M2M on a weekly basis.

And then we sing the song: Il faut pas me prendre la tete. Don’t drive me crazy.

Bluf! revenge: Open Publishing

A good example of how a man can transform himself, is that of the Dutch activist-turned parlementarist . He wants to change the world and save the climate. But in this process, he underestimated the weight of his own radical past, from which he now chooses to distance himself. He has even called for other activists from the 80s to confess their radical deeds as well. This is an insider story about the village called Holland, and what it looked like back in the 80s.

Those of you who (try to) read Dutch: here is the book for you!
You can print a few pages and see if you like it. Here a review by Jo van der Spek for NOVA TV.

And here is the Dutch introduction of this operation of radical openness by Bluf’s revenge.

Publicatie van een Klimaatactivist in de politiek nu ook op internet

Amsterdam 20 augustus 2008

Aan alle uitgebiechte vaders en moeders.

Waarom hebben wij het boek van Wijnand Duyvendak op internet gezet?

We vinden het best wel een goed boek. Een echte Wijnand, soms zoals we hem kennen van vroeger. Maar ook wel een beetje saaier. Geen plaatjes en weinig te lachen.
Wijnand Duyvendak wil een breed maatschappelijk debat, want hij wil aktie tegen klimaatverandering. “Er is lang genoeg voortgemodderd. We hebben haast. Het is tijd voor de doorbraak. Wie doet er mee?”

Wij wel hoor.

Bij zijn aftocht als kamerlid deed Wijnand een oproep aan oud-aktievoerders uit de jaren 80 om zich, net als hij, te verantwoorden.
Wij, de Wraak van Bluf!, willen hem niet in de weg staan. Vandaar dat wij hier verantwoorden waarom we zijn boek op internet hebben gezet.

• ter bevordering van het brede debat, ook voor mensen die EU14,95, niet kunnen of willen betalen.
• om de snelheid te dienen, waarmee de tekst beschikbaar komt en het debat zijn loop kan nemen. Haast is haast.
• omdat het klimaatvriendelijk is. Je hoeft alleen maar uit te printen wat je van belang vindt.

Dit is het signaal dat wij als consument willen geven.

Maar mag dat wel? Ja, dat mag volgens de wet van Kees Schuyt, die zegt dat burgerlijke ongehoorzaamheid onder andere betekent dat je openlijk voor je daden uitkomt, vooral als je de wet daarbij overtreedt. Wij hebben daar geen moeite mee. Kom maar op.

Wij zijn burgers die in actie komen.

Het zou toch een beetje raar zijn als Wijnand bezwaar zou maken tegen publicatie van zijn tekst op internet, als je met je schrijfsels een breed en open debat teweeg wil brengen? Radicale openbaarheid, waar Wijnand zo goed in was als aktivist, maar als parlementarist door in de problemen is gekomen, is voor ons als moderne media-activisten, een groot goed. Vandaar.

Dit is een maatschappelijke actie.

Ter afronding van deze verantwoording willen wij belijden dat wij graag te biecht gaan, maar niet per se bij Wijnand of andere bovengrondse media. We zien met lede ogen aan hoe de media op de man spelen. Net zoals Wijnand bekruipt veel activisten van toen het gevoel dat hun ziel te grabbel wordt gegooid op de snijtafel van de media, waar het botte mes regeert.

Laat deze Wraak van Bluf! een troost zijn.

Met dank aan Wijnand voor het ordentelijk afleveren van de copy wensen wij u net zulke rode oortjes als wij, bij het lezen van deze onthullende bijdrage aan de mythevorming van de jaren 80. En aan het klimaat natuurlijk.

De Wraak van

Inlichtingen bij m2m[at]m2m.streamtime.org

Remember the Schiphol Fire

Soon we will commemorate the Schiphol Fire.
For the third time.
On Saturday the 26th of October the survivors will be together in pain.
Thinking of the eleven brothers and sisters who died in the hands of an inhuman system.
Thinking of how they try to live after the fire, after another year of prison, hospital and trauma.
Thinking of the brothers who are still considered illegal.
Thinking of Ahmed Isa, who is awaiting his appeal, still accused of being the sole responsible for the fire.

You are invited to show your respect and join in solidarity.
Contact us: m2m[at]streamtime.org

links:
The first Commemoration in 2006 (English) Vertrokken gezichten (Dutch)
Speech at Kamp Zeist in 2007 by Jo van der Spek in support of Ahmed Isa (English)

Off the record: Confessions of an activist

And proud of it!

Dutch TV on August 14th broadcast (NOVA) some fragments from an interview with an old activist about another old activist. The story is about this guy Wijnand Duyvendak who resigned last week from parliament after confessing a burglary in 1987. And now he wants all activists to make confessions about their past.
If you want to listen to the complete interview (in Dutch), click here.

geachte luisteraars,

ik heb Marcel Ouddeken van NOVA over de vloer gehad over de zaak W. Duyvendak. Ik heb plechtig verklaard dat alle aktievoerders van 50+ en daaronder als een man achter hem staan, maar dat zijn inbraak in het parlement tot teleurstellend weinig onthullingen hebben geleid.

Aangezien NOVA hoogstens twee quotes uitzendt, wat ze vanavond dreigen te doen, als aankeiler voor Femke Halsema, heb ik de complete opname vast on line gezet.

Hoorbaar hier:

en blijf luisteren naar Radio M2M

http://m2m.streamtime.org

elke vrijdagavond live

Radio M2M is back

The big holiday migration is coming to an end. The troops are rolling in Georgia. The boats continue to cross the Mediterranean. Migrants are moving in and out of countries, continents and prisons.
We start this Friday evening 15th of August at 7 pm with fresh ideas and energy. We are celebrating the liberation of Joke. She investigated the prison regiem in Nieuwersluis for almost 6 weeks.

We meet Ousmane in Madrid a Senegalese migrant with a vision.
And we invite all Schiphol People to come together and prepare for the third commemoration of the Schiphol Fire.

Join us!
Mboole moi Dole!

Mahmoud Darwish 1941-2008

The very Palestinian poet Mahmoud Darwish has died. His most famous poem is called

Identity Card

Record!
I am an Arab
And my identity card is number fifty thousand
I have eight children
And the nineth is coming after a summer
Will you be angry?

Record!
I am an Arab
Employed with fellow workers at a quarry
I have eight children
I get them bread
Garments and books
from the rocks..
I do not supplicate charity at your doors
Nor do I belittle myself at the footsteps of your chamber
So will you be angry?

Record!
I am an Arab
I have a name without a title
Patient in a country
Where people are enraged
My roots
Were entrenched before the birth of time
And before the opening of the eras
Before the pines, and the olive trees
And before the grass grew

My father.. descends from the family of the plow
Not from a privileged class
And my grandfather..was a farmer
Neither well-bred, nor well-born!
Teaches me the pride of the sun
Before teaching me how to read
And my house is like a watchman’s hut
Made of branches and cane
Are you satisfied with my status?
I have a name without a title!

Record!
I am an Arab
You have stolen the orchards of my ancestors
And the land which I cultivated
Along with my children
And you left nothing for us
Except for these rocks..
So will the State take them
As it has been said?!

Therefore!
Record on the top of the first page:
I do not hate poeple
Nor do I encroach
But if I become hungry
The usurper’s flesh will be my food
Beware..
Beware..
Of my hunger
And my anger!

by Mahmoud Darwish
1964