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On May 14th, waiting for the early early bus to Choloma, I shot several pictures. A friend posed for one (not included here). I got the corner drunk in another. Mostly so the Israeli security wouldn't shoot back.






I looked up their web address but got only this:

but wow, what a difference a week makes:

A fellow guard got off the bus I was waiting to get on, got in the Negev Security Reaction Patrol, and they drove off.
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On the way to give a talk at the San Pedro Pegagógica last week a hand-painted TOYoTA (a perennial favorite picture, like Honduran female pants mannequins with their superhuman butts) blocked my shot:

...the shot I was actually going for was this one, germane to the illegal U.S. military presolicitation for which contractors visited Palmerola yesterday:
"Honduras is sovereign, Palmerola Out!"

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On the morning of the 20th I got a taste of Honduran bureaucratic culture, accompanying a friend to pay for a new passport, which is done at a bank, not at the place where they issue the passports. The catch is that the ministry only issues a certain amount of permits per day and so everyone trying to get a passport, along with everyone seeking to go through any other similar official procedure, arrives at the bank where they think they'll have the best chance of beating out all the other people around the municipality (or district, or country- I wasn't clear at which level it was determined) starting at around 8am to form a line for when the bank opens at 9pm. It's one of the few instances in which Hondurans form lines. [This is one of my eternal cultural struggles in this country, as it was in Egypt; line-waiting is so deeply embedded in my habitus that I feel something akin to fury every time I am properly waiting my turn, and one after another person barges ahead of me without the slightest hint of remorse. Quite ridiculous that I can't adapt after all these years, and that I have that reaction even as I am, every time, completely aware that it is not legitimate and even violent in cultural context, but there it is.]
We picked a much smaller (one-room) bank, betting on the fact that so many people would go to the large central bank that the wait would be much shorter, which indeed it was. The problem was that the smaller bank wasn't as efficient with/used to the procedure, so we had to wait for them to call the proper ministry and sort it all out, but it was still a successful strategy. On the way there was another building with loooong long lines, one of elderly women, the other of elderly men. My friend explained that was where they gave the bonos de tercer edad. While waiting outside the small bank, before they opened, I took a picture of the garbage tree outside:

On the way to the passport-issuing ministry, where my friend waited in line from approximately 10am to 5pm to receive their passport (I quickly abandoned ship), this graffiti:
"Go back to the desert, Arab invaders"

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As it is everywhere, Honduran revolutionary consciousness is evolving, contradictory and incomplete. This is not to say that people are not making serious efforts to reconcile those contradictions. But as barrio-level leaders, campesino groups, indigenous and Black organizations, and feminist and LGBTTI groups have made so clear, classist, urban-centric vanguardist, racist, sexist and homophobic practices within the Resistance run contrary to the goals of democracy and solidarity. Of course, those whose primary goal is taking State power do not necessarily share those most basic horizontal goals, and thus their unchallenged (or incompletely challenged) daily practices don't necessarily represent a contradiction at all. It's important to note here that some struggles, particularly the fights to incorporate awareness of gender- and sexuality-related violence into daily Resistance discourse and practice, have been more successful over the past two years than others. But when vanguardist sectors employ public discourses of participation and democratic inclusivity, all they while in private justifying their hierarchical ambitions using the common claim (among that sector) that stagnant Honduran culture in the "traditional" sectors is not ready for democracy, they are perhaps even more dangerous to the rest of el pueblo than are those who they call golpistas. As an anthropologist, it is particularly frustrating to hear time and again this pseudo-anthropological argument, based on racist and classist assumptions contradicting plenty of empirical evidence, to justify an agenda that excludes such large sectors of the Resistance movement from meaningful participation in the goal of refoundation of the nation.
All of this painful analysis is just the tip of the iceberg. And it really is painful to write, because I see my role as a solidarity worker as being that of exposing the violent practices in Washington enabling and reinforcing violence here, not as an outsider with a right to critique internal processes; that said, I am also an anthropologist, and discourses and practices of culture concern me deeply. As an intellectual concerned with revolutionary praxis, I feel it irresponsible to not analyze such centrally important topics. Perhaps my ambivalence is behind my retreat, here, into some degree of obfuscatory academese.
In any case, this reflection was inspired by the effort of certain Resistance groups to increase awareness of the links between imperialism, golpismo and individual daily practices of consumption. It appeals to the conscientious bourgeois neoliberal consumer in me to see the calls for boycotting fast-food joints in favor of street vendors and baleadas, and boycotting supermarkets in favor of outdoor markets supporting small growers, even as I know that structural problems cannot be effectively addressed by individual practices (at least not on their own).
"Don't drink Pepsi Drink Natural Juices"

I took the above picture on the way to a Radio Uno interview. I balked when the host asked me to be there for two hours, but after an hour and a half I had barely let them get a word in edgewise. It was all over the map- I explained the difference between Zionism and Judaism, defended police officers against classist attacks from the Resistance that ignore the poverty draft (e.g., ""estudiar, aprender, para chepo nunca ser") while condemning the U.S.-supported violence of the institution and the structural forces creating violent individual police habitus-es, discussed the illegal permanent U.S. military occupation, etc. etc. etc. After the interview, I was let out of the office downstairs, which practices careful security ever since the incredibly violent military/police attack last September 15. The keychain was special:

Walking back to my hotel, an oldie but goodie:

In the newspaper (Tiempo) the same day, a Walk Against Hunger organized by the UN World Food Program and a bevy of Honduran golpistas was being promoted. A friend said, reading the headline, "How offensive." "But actually," he continued, "it works. Now my appetite is gone."

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That night I went to Puerto Cortés to visit a friend. I was interested in looking into NED (National Endowment for Democracy) activity, since NED is quietly but aggressively expanding its activities in Honduras. My friend, Sara, is part of an radical resistance organization that gives workshops on democracy promotion and activism, and told me that an organization called "Ned" (took me a while to relate that to N-E-D) has been actively courting them to provide funding. I'm still not sure if the group that has repeatedly approached Sara is the same NED, although I haven't heard of other organizations with those initials. Anyway it's of serious concern. A few reasons why:
Findings from this body of work have been presented at a series of public Labor Forums for discussion with USG partners, including representatives from the USG’s National Endowment for Democracy collaborating institutions, international organizations that support labor sector programs, non-governmental organizations and research institutions that work in the labor sector, and development consulting firms that implement labor sector programs.
...and in the next event he continued his "common sense" State Department line (this was all in Spanish):
Perhaps of greater concern is the attitude of certain leaders within the FNRP, like that of a well-known, powerful, long-time communist who himself had a close family member murdered in what was undisputably a political execution tied to resistance activities last year. Sara related to me a conversation she had had with him in which she brought up the danger of CIA infiltration of the movement. According to her, he responded that he knew that the CIA and other USG groups were infiltrating, and that the trick was to take their money, and then do what they wanted with it...
In any case, Puerto Cortés was its usual complex and charming self. My favorite Bicipollos joint was still there:

A man whose legs were not adapted to pedal a normal bicycle had a special bicycle adapted for him, that let him go all over town (I saw him several times):


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I took more pictures of my favorite water tanks in Choloma on the way back. I thought I had finally gotten close enough for a good shot, but once again I was mistaken. The second shot is for context. It's just such a visually powerful image of what "progress" means in a neoliberal regime, I think. On the one side of the inward-facing high barbed wire fence protecting the maquilas: clean mowed lawns, well organized "modern" factories. On the other side: the creek flowing with the chemical waste from the clean factory, littered with plastic bags of water (which people are force to buy because local water is undrinkable, largely thanks to the industry), rusting public transportation infrastructure, and untended scrub.


At the bus station on my way to Tegucigalpa, an interesting masculine contrast to the mega-butts of female mannequins, emphasized by the choice of undies:


...and a weapons store in the bus terminal, "Satisfying your security and entertainment needs":

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In Tegucigalpa (Guanacaste, specifically), it was prohibited to dump trash:

There was lots of great new graffiti tags from (I assume) MDR. This one was also bravely resisting spelling norms:

I accompanied my friend to a public clinic to get an injection. It was very crowded, but on first glance seemed to be run quite efficiently, given limited resources and the relentless privatization of healthcare. The nurses were all business, even if the spiderweb-abatement crew seemed to have been laid off:

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