December 24th, 2006

Chris Keeley

Prisons for Africa's Children

Juvenile justice here is, in almost every sense, an oxymoron.



http://www.nytimes.com/2006/12/24/world/africa/24africa.html?hp&ex=1167022800&en=212a0f864805dbe7&ei=5094&partner=homepage

Across sub-Saharan Africa, where 350 million young people often subsist amid poverty, orphanhood and separation from their parents, running afoul of the law is a fact of life.

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Juvenile justice here is, in almost every sense, an oxymoron.

Children languished in rehabilitation centers with little food, few beds, no activities, not even electricity.

Ambrose, a 17-year-old with hooded eyes, hails from Mpigi, west of Uganda’s capital, Kampala. He is detained in the Naguru Remand Home in Kampala, a complex of brick halls, their windows shrouded in wire mesh, built in 1954 for 45 inmates. On this day, it holds 98.

The crime he is accused of — and which he denies — is having sex with his employer’s 16-year-old daughter. Underage sex is called defilement here, and 36 of Naguru’s 86 boys, ages 12 to 17, face defilement charges. The penalty, in theory, is death.

Prisons for Africa's Children

Chris Keeley

“Every man has his secrets,” Jung concluded, adding that when it came to Freud himself, “the unconsc

Freud signed the register, above, at the hotel where he stayed with his sister-in-law in 1898, as Dr. Sigmund Freud and wife.



Sigmund Freud with his wife, Martha Bernays Freud, center, and her sister, Minna Bernays, left, in 1929




Freud signed the register, above, at the hotel where he stayed with his sister-in-law in 1898, as Dr. Sigmund Freud and wife.

Hotel Log Hints at Illicit Desire That Dr. Freud Didn’t Repress

Maybe it was just a Freudian slip. Or a case of hiding in plain sight.

Either way, Sigmund Freud, scribbling in the pages of a Swiss hotel register, appears to have left the answer to a question that has titillated scholars for much of the last century: Did he have an affair with his wife’s younger sister, Minna Bernays?

Rumors of a romantic liaison between Freud and his sister-in-law, who lived with the Freuds, have long persisted, despite staunch denials by Freud loyalists. The Swiss psychoanalyst Carl Gustav Jung, Freud’s disciple and later his archrival, claimed that Miss Bernays had confessed to an affair to him. (The claim was dismissed by Freudians as malice on Jung’s part.) And some researchers have even theorized that she may have become pregnant by Freud and have had an abortion.

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Sister Lauria said she accepts Johnny for who he is. “There is no way that you can live on the stree

John Carbonell and Sister Lauria Fitzgerald picking up holiday treats to give the homeless in the Bronx. Sister Lauria and Mr. Carbonell, who lives in a tunnel below an abandoned train station, have come to rely on each other.

Sister Lauria said she accepts Johnny for who he is. “There is no way that you can live on the street, anyplace, and not have an addiction that numbs you,” she said.


http://www.nytimes.com/2006/12/24/nyregion/24cave.html?_r=1&oref=slogin&ref=nyregion&pagewanted=print

Johnny's Cave
Man Who Lives Underground Helps a Nun

http://video.on.nytimes.com/ifr_main.jsp?nsid=b20ca33a9:10fb52cf5e6:-23b7&st=1166978276863&mp=FLV&cpf=false&fvn=8&fr=122406_113519_20ca33a9x10fb52cf5e6xw2996&rdm=846657.311634476



The scene above ground near his cave last week.

Coming Out of His Tunnel and Helping a Bronx Nun

In a city of lights, Johnny Five lives in the dark. He calls his home a cave, but it is really a kind of dungeon, deep in the crevices below an abandoned train station in the Bronx.

He slips inside at the edge of a high cliff not far from Yankee Stadium. As he crouches along a narrow passageway of concrete slabs and steel beams, stepping farther and farther into the subterranean belly of a station platform, the sounds of the city slowly fade. Sunlight and moonlight vanish. Johnny’s makeshift room is in a far corner, past garbage bags, old mattresses and mini-stalactites.

He has been bitten by bedbugs. A mysterious gray goo clings to the walls. His air shafts are holes the size of a fist. It is stiflingly hot in summer and so cold in winter that a quart of milk freezes in 15 minutes.

He loves it here.

He hates it here.

The cave is the confessional where he talks to God, the bedroom where he watches kung-fu movies on a portable DVD player, the hideaway where he drinks and gets high. It offers him what many of New York City’s homeless seek beyond mere shelter: a dark place to shut out the world. He has lived here off and on since 1986, settling in on a more permanent basis about eight years ago.

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Bill Moyers, "A Parable for Our Times"--TomPaine.com 12/22/06

*A Parable for Our Times*
By Bill Moyers
TomPaine.com

Friday 22 December 2006

The Christian story begins simply: A child is given, a son. He grows up
to be a teacher, sage, healer and prophet. He gains a large following.
To many he is a divine savior; to the rich and powerful he is an enemy.
They put him to death in brutal fashion, befitting his humble beginnings
in peasant Galilee and his birth in a stall thick with the raw odor of
animals.

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Robert Fisk: Banality and barefaced lies

http://news.independent.co.uk/world/fisk/article2097774.ece

Robert Fisk: Banality and barefaced lies

Here in America, I stare at the land in which I live and see a landscape I do not recognise

Published: 23 December 2006

I call it the Alice in Wonderland effect. Each time I tour the United States, I stare through the looking glass at the faraway region in which I live and work for The Independent - the Middle East - and see a landscape which I do no recognise, a distant tragedy turned, here in America, into a farce of hypocrisy and banality and barefaced lies. Am I the Cheshire Cat? Or the Mad Hatter?

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