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“Supper at Emmaus” by Caravaggio
C A T H O L I C
OCCUPY WALL STREET PROTEST p.2
New Book By
Agitator Editor
Jeff Dietrich

COMING SOON! NOVEMBER 2011
New Book By
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Jeff Dietrich
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2 / OCTOBER 2011
COMING NOVEMBER 2011: BROKEN AND SHARED, BY JEFF DIETRICH
The article below, which was posted
on September 29, 2011, is reprinted
from the website Truthdig.com.
Chris Hedges spent nearly two decades
as a foreign correspondent in
Central America, the Middle East,
Africa and the Balkans. He has reported
from more than 50 countries
and has worked for The Christian
Science Monitor, National Public
Radio, The Dallas Morning News
and The New York Times, for which
he was a foreign correspondent for
15 years and a 2002 Pulitzer Prize
winner for the paper’s coverage of
global terrorism.
He also received the Amnesty
International Global Award for
Human Rights Journalism in 2002.
The Los Angeles Press Club honored
Hedges’ original columns in Truthdig
by naming the author the Online
Journalist of the Year in 2009, and
granted him the Best Online Column
award in 2010 for his Truthdig essay
“One Day We’ll All Be Terrorists.”
By Chris Hedges
There are no excuses left.
Either you join the revolt
taking place on Wall Street
and in the financial districts
of other cities across the country
or you stand on the wrong side of
history. Either you obstruct, in the
only form left to us, which is civil
disobedience, the plundering by the
criminal class on Wall Street and accelerated
destruction of the ecosystem
that sustains the human species,
or become the passive enabler of
a monstrous evil. Either you taste,
feel and smell the intoxication of
freedom and revolt or sink into the
miasma of despair and apathy. Either
you are a rebel or a slave.
To be declared innocent in a
country where the rule of law means
nothing, where we have undergone
a corporate coup, where the poor
and working men and women are
reduced to joblessness and hunger,
where war, financial speculation and
internal surveillance are the only
real business of the state, where
even habeas corpus no longer exists,
where you, as a citizen, are nothing
more than a commodity to corporate
systems of power, one to be used and
discarded, is to be complicit in this
radical evil. To stand on the sidelines
and say “I am innocent” is to bear
the mark of Cain; it is to do nothing
to reach out and help the weak, the
oppressed and the suffering, to save
the planet. To be innocent in times
like these is to be a criminal. Ask
Tim DeChristopher. (See August
2011 Catholic Agitator)
Choose. But choose fast. The state
and corporate forces are determined
to crush this. They are not going to
wait for you. They are terrified this
will spread. They have their long
phalanxes of police on motorcycles,
their rows of white paddy wagons,
their foot soldiers hunting for you
on the streets with pepper spray and
orange plastic nets. They have their
metal barricades set up on every
single street leading into the New
York financial district, where the
mandarins in Brooks Brothers suits
use your money, money they stole
from you, to gamble and speculate
and gorge themselves while one in
four children outside those barricades
depend on food stamps to eat.
Speculation in the 17th century was
a crime. Speculators were hanged.
Today they run the state and the
financial markets. They disseminate
the lies that pollute our airwaves.
They know, even better than you,
how pervasive the corruption and
theft have become, how gamed the
system is against you, how corporations
have cemented into place a thin
THE BEST
AMONG US
Thousands are taking part in the “Occupy Wall Street” movement.
oligarchic class and an obsequious
cadre of politicians, judges and journalists
who live in their little gated
Versailles while 6 million Americans
are thrown out of their homes,
a number soon to rise to 10 million,
where a million people a year go
bankrupt because they cannot pay
their medical bills and 45,000 die
from lack of proper care, where real
joblessness is spiraling to over 20
percent, where the citizens, including
students, spend lives toiling in debt
peonage, working dead-end jobs,
when they have jobs, a world devoid
of hope, a world of masters and serfs.
The only word these corporations
know is more. They are disemboweling
every last social service program
funded by the taxpayers, from education
to Social Security, because they
want that money themselves. Let the
sick die. Let the poor go hungry. Let
families be tossed in the street. Let
the unemployed rot. Let children in
the inner city or rural wastelands
learn nothing and live in misery and
fear. Let the students finish school
with no jobs and no prospects of
jobs. Let the prison system, the largest
in the industrial world, expand to
swallow up all potential dissenters.
Let torture continue. Let teachers,
police, firefighters, postal employees
and social workers join the ranks
of the unemployed. Let the roads,
bridges, dams, levees, power grids,
rail lines, subways, bus services,
schools and libraries crumble or
close. Let the rising temperatures
of the planet, the freak weather patterns,
the hurricanes, the droughts,
the flooding, the tornadoes, the melting
polar ice caps, the poisoned water
systems, the polluted air increase
until the species dies.
Who the hell cares? If the stocks of
CATHOLIC
ExxonMobil or the coal industry
or Goldman Sachs are high, life is
good. Profit. Profit. Profit. That is
what they chant behind those metal
barricades. They have their fangs
deep into your necks. If you do not
shake them off very, very soon they
will kill you. And they will kill the
ecosystem, dooming your children
and your children’s children. They
are too stupid and too blind to see
that they will perish with the rest of
us. So either you rise up and supplant
them, either you dismantle the corporate
state, for a world of sanity, a
world where we no longer kneel before
the absurd idea that the demands
of financial markets should govern
human behavior, or we are frogmarched
toward self-annihilation.
Those on the streets around Wall
Street are the physical embodiment
of hope. They know that hope has a
cost, that it is not easy or comfortable,
that it requires self-sacrifice
and discomfort and finally faith.
They sleep on concrete every night.
Their clothes are soiled. They have
eaten more bagels and peanut butter
than they ever thought possible. They
have tasted fear, been beaten, gone
to jail, been blinded by pepper spray,
cried, hugged each other, laughed,
sung, talked too long in general
assemblies, seen their chants drift
upward to the office towers above
them, wondered if it is worth it, if
anyone cares, if they will win. But
as long as they remain steadfast they
point the way out of the corporate
labyrinth. This is what it means to be
alive. They are the best among us. Ω
Editor’s note: On Saturday, October
1, over 700 people were arrested
as they marched on the Brooklyn
Bridge. It was the largest mass arrest
in U.S. history.
OCTOBER 2011 Vol. 41/No. 5
Editors: Jeff Dietrich, Martha Lewis, and Mike Wisniewski
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CROOKED
TREE JOHN
By ALECIA STUCHLIK
“I
can only lift 10 pounds,”
John said. He grabbed
the hem of his thin t-shirt
and jerked up. Black skin
stretched taut over bones, revealing
a scaffolding of ribs that rose above
a stapled 6-inch incision, which
snaked across his abdomen.
“Colon cancer,” he explained. His
lips folded into his mouth and covered
gums where his teeth used to
be. He had a wide smile and laughing
eyes.
I caught him later. He sat beneath
a lone crooked tree in the parking
lot of the convenience store and
lavanderia around the corner on
State Street. Silver-rimmed glasses
perched on his nose as he squinted
into a 5th grade-level library book.
He stood up as I greeted him.
“I need your help,” he stated matterof-factly.
He probably wanted money.
I cringed and pushed the thought
away, ashamed it was the first
thought to enter my mind despite
more than a year living as a Catholic
Worker. I realized long ago that the
homeless are not merely drug addicts
and alcoholics trying to get their next
fix. Indeed, a picture hangs in our
dining room quoting Peter Maurin,
“Modern society calls the beggars
bums and panhandlers and gives
them the bum’s rush. But the Greeks
used to say that people in need are,
in fact, the ambassadors of the gods.”
“Sure,” I said and scraped together
my dignity, agreeing without asking
for what. He dug around in his
little black backpack and produced a
folder with crumpled yellow pages.
“The hospital says I should apply
for SSI,” he told me. “I have to get
chemo. I don’t write too good or
spell.”
We sat down in the hot afternoon
sun and leaned against the wall
of the lavanderia. I meticulously
began going through the questions.
I grilled him on his work history,
while his mind dashed about like
a squirrel scrambling from tree to
tree. Turns out, John had worked in
construction for twenty-plus years,
mostly laying cement.
“Roughly how many hours a week
did you work?” I asked. “How much
would you say you lifted…50 Pounds,
100 pounds?”
“I would lift 300 pounds,” he said
proudly.
“300 pounds?” I asked, skeptical.
His brittle frame looked like it would
float away if the wind blew too
hard. We continued to wade through
each question, going back to as far
as 1973. Judging by the dates, he
would have been on the streets for
about 15 years.
That was months ago. Lost in the
chaos of internships, activities, and
visitors, I stopped taking my walks
past the lavanderia. Now, I walk
past just to see if he is there, but each
time the space beneath that lone
crooked tree remains empty. I called
the hospital. They had no one on
record with his name. I asked a man
who spends time in the park across
from the lavanderia if he knows
John.
“Yeah, I know him,” he said. “He
used to live under the freeway. I
helped him out once. He’s so territorial,”
he scowled and I got the feeling
he and John did not get along. While
his opinion seemed a flight of fancy,
I could not claim it false without
proof. He continued, “I seen him,
though, just last week.”
Continued on page 6

“Supper at Emmaus” by Caravaggio
COMING SOON! NOVEMBER 2011
BROKEN AND SHARED
FOOD, DIGNITY, AND THE POOR ON LOS ANGELES’ SKID ROW
The writing in this book is studied, complex, powerful, honest, sophisticated, fair, sometimes angry,
sometimes tender, always humble, sometimes proud. It is deceptively straightforward and, unlike the
ubiquitous bulk of journalistic and academic writing available today on shelves and computers screens,
it is writing which is careful with the truth; and it is writing that can afford to wear its learning lightly.
By: THERESIA de VROOM
If this is going to be a Christian nation
that doesn’t help the poor, either
we have to pretend that Jesus was
just as selfish as we are, or we’ve got
to acknowledge that he commanded
us to love the poor and serve the
needy without condition, and then
admit that we just don’t want to do
it. — Stephen Colbert, The Colbert
Report, December 16, 2010.
Broken and Shared: Food, Dignity,
and the Poor on Los Angeles’ Skid
Row By Jeff Dietrich
The Marymount Institute Press
is proud to announce the publication
of Jeff Dietrich’s collected
essays entitled: Broken and Shared:
Food, Dignity, and the Poor on Los
Angeles’ Skid Row. The book spans
forty years of writing, from Jeff’s
early days at the LACW through
September 2011. It is fully illustrated
with archival photographs and
artwork (62 images in all). Many of
the illustrations originally appeared
in the Catholic Agitator, though
ten drawings, one for each of the
sections of the book, were specially
commissioned for its publication.
The book contains a forward written
by longtime LACW friend and supporter,
Martin Sheen and a preface
by Daniel Berrigan, SJ.
This book is borne out of the
LACW community in which Jeff
has spent his life, the place where
his thinking and writing have their
roots and find their home. It is first
and foremost the members of the
LACW who have made Jeff’s activism
possible, who have supported his
writing, inspired his convictions, and
tempered his successes and failures.
It is finally the LACW community
that is the source and the subject of
Jeff’s life’s work as a writer. All authors
need a place and a community
that supports them, that nourishes
what they can envision, but very few
have what Jeff has. In this regard he
is a rich man indeed.
At the same time, every author
needs an audience in order to thrive.
It is therefore apt that the first public
announcement of Jeff’s book is to
the community of readers of the
Catholic Agitator. It is you who
have supported the LACW through
your subscriptions and donations.
You are the larger community in
which and for which this book was
written. An author can write in
isolation but thrives only when he
has an audience. Again, and in this
regard, Jeff is a rich man.
Broken and Shared is both encyclopedic
and eclectic in nature. Like
the Bible itself in which it is steeped,
this book has many parts, and many
kinds of writing—short vignettes,
portraits of individuals, short essays,
longer essays, letters, and appeals.
The reader may choose to take it up
start to finish, or read it like many
people read the Bible, dipping in and
out.
The writing in this book is studied,
complex, powerful, honest, sophisticated,
fair, sometimes angry,
sometimes tender, always humble,
sometimes proud. It is deceptively
straightforward and, unlike the
ubiquitous bulk of journalistic and
academic writing available today
on shelves and computers screens, it
is writing which is careful with the
truth; and it is writing that can afford
to wear its learning lightly.
If Jeff Dietrich’s gift were that of a
painter, he would share a great deal
in common with Vincent van Gogh,
who, like Jeff Dietrich, was largely
self-taught; who lived his entire adult
life in poverty; who painted against
all odds; who wrote voraciously, and
read the parables of Jesus every day;
who believed in the “university of
the poor,” and whose two greatest
paintings were not of sunflowers or
stars at night, but of the poor eating
potatoes at the start of his nonexistent
“career” as an artist, and of
The Good Samaritan in the last year
of his life. Vincent van Gogh was
largely unknown in his lifetime. We
hope that with the publication of this
New Book By
Agitator Editor
Jeff Dietrich
book, Jeff Dietrich will no longer
have this distinction with him.
The Marymount Institute Press
receives many manuscripts of which
we only publish a fraction. We
decided to publish Jeff’s book (which
was the largest project we have ever
committed ourselves to by far) for
three reasons. We think that the
book in and of itself is remarkable
in terms of the quality of the writing
and the power of its argument;
we feel that the legacy of the Los
Angeles Catholic Worker should be
preserved, documented and elucidated
in book form so that it can be
formally disseminated for study and
debate; and perhaps most importantly,
because we truly believe that
the world needs this book—now.
We hope you will agree with us and
bring Broken and Shared into your
homes to share with those you know
and love. Ω
Theresia de Vroom
Professor of English
Editor of Marymount Institute Press
Director of the Marymount Institute
for Faith, Culture and the Arts
Loyola Marymount University
Elias Wondimu
Publisher and Editorial Director
The Marymount Institute Press
Loyola Marymount University
CATHOLIC AGITATOR / 3

“Supper at Emmaus” by Caravaggio
TEN YEARS OF AFGHAN WAR-OCCUPATION: LONGEST WAR IN U.S. HISTORY
PRAYERS OF A DIFFERENT SORT
SEVERE CRISES
IN AFRICA
In our hearts and on our lips were the prayers of war, not of love. Our prayers overflowed with Babel, drenched in doublespeak. We cried out for revenge, but we called it “justice.”
By THEO KAYSER
Darkness cannot drive out darkness;
only light can do that. Hate cannot
drive out hate; only love can do
that.—Martin Luther King, Jr.
I
was 11 years-old on September
11, 2001. My life has been
lived almost as long in post-9/11
America as in pre-9/11 America.
I was with my sixth grade class when
the Pentagon was hit and the towers
fell. Neither myself, nor any of my
classmates, really understood what
it all meant. The televisions were
on and we saw the smoke rising
from the towers, and we knew that
the smoke came from the smoldering
remains of what had earlier that
morning been airplanes with scores
of people on board. Eventually
someone in charge decided it was not
such a great idea for us to be watching
this, and the TV was turned off
to be replaced by more normal school
activities, mostly just busy work.
At some point, it was decided that
the whole school would meet in the
church for a prayer service. I know
now that prayer was exactly what
was needed—prayers of healing,
prayers of comprehension, prayers
of reconciliation. But these prayers
were soon replaced with prayers of a
different sort.
Soon our nation would be at war.
Afghanistan was targeted, and on
October 7, the United States and the
United Kingdom bombed Kabul.
Jesus tells us, “Love your enemies
and pray for those who persecute
you,” but in our hearts and on our
lips were the prayers of war, not of
love. Our prayers overflowed with
Babel, drenched in doublespeak. We
cried out for revenge, but we called
it “justice.” We prayed for the safety
of our troops, but what we really
desired was military success. We
thought that if we could somehow
punish those responsible, we would
feel better, more whole. After all,
this is the United States of America
isn’t it—the good guys, the heroes?
We were told an attack on the U.S.
could only be an attack on freedom
and democracy and everything else
that is good and just in the world.
President George W. Bush made sure
to tell us that “Freedom itself was attacked”
and that “Freedom will be
defended.” There is, in reality, very
little use for such rhetoric, aside from
selling hyper-nationalism to the public.
There is, however, a real need to
explore and to understand why the
World Trade Center and Pentagon
were targeted for such despicable
acts of violence by a group of extremists,
that is, a real need to understand
the true reasons behind the
terrorist attacks. The idea that these
attacks were somehow motivated
simply by jealousy of the U.S. way
of life, as implied by people from
within the Bush administration, is
inadequate. After all, these attacks
were perpetrated quite deliberately
against symbols of U.S. military
supremacy and economic might.
To suggest that the United States of
America was some sort of innocent
victim of crazed religious fanatics is
an equally unsatisfying answer to the
question of “why?” that inevitably
follows such a tragic happening. If
we really are to understand why the
U.S. was attacked on September 11,
2001, we must be willing to look at
the United States’ foreign policy—
foreign policy as understood by our
actions and not by the rhetoric.
The history of this nation is a
history of violence, a history of
imperialism, and what seems to be
unabashed bullying of those who
do not meet our demands. From
genocide of indigenous peoples on
the North American continent to the
Mexican American War to the war
in Indochina, our hands are covered
with blood.
And what of our treatment of
the Middle East, where the 9/11
murderers were from? It has been
only more of the same U.S.-styled
military and economic imperialism
that has tinged every other relationship
between the United States and
developing nations. Despite the
United States’ claims of love of selfdetermination,
the CIA orchestrated
a 1953 coup of Iran’s democratically-
elected leader. In contrast to the
myth of the U.S. as “defender of all
that is good and just in the world,”
UNICEF estimates over 500,000
children died as a direct result of
U.S.-led sanctions against Iraq. And
in spite of the United States’ alleged
hatred of terrorism, we continue to
give unwavering support to the statesanctioned
terrorism of the Israeli
government and military. Do as we
say (perhaps more importantly, what
we say) not as we do, has been the
true foreign policy of the U.S. empire
almost from the start.
When looked at in such a light, is
it surprising that the United States
is held in disdain by so many across
the globe? Our very response to the
9/11 attacks served only to prove
that when we feel threatened, our
only response is a display of power,
a display of violence. To believe that
we are so strong, our military so professional
and so precise, that we can
somehow destroy terrorism with violence
is laughable, if not because it is
illogical, then because history shows
us that it is impossible. Whether it
be the British response to the IRA or
Israeli response to Palestinian terror
tactics, we see again and again that
violence breeds only more violence.
Yet we continue to think that perhaps
we are unique in history and can
make the world love us as they stare
into the barrel of a gun. This arrogance
is simply astounding.
The United States has nothing short
of an expectation of being loved. We
expect always to be greeted as “liberators.”
It is an honor, we presume,
to have your country invaded and
subsequently occupied by Uncle Sam
and his minion states. This self-delusion
is mystifying. Our tactics are
not so well designed as to eradicate
or punish evil; thousands upon thousands
of innocent civilians have died
as a result of our war-making, and
every day more die because of violence
on both sides. Whether it be
through unmanned drone warfare or
suicide bombers, our continued presence
in Afghanistan (and elsewhere)
will bring only more death.
But the myth of the United States
is not so easily eradicated. This mythology
is taught in our schools from
an early age, and pledges and anthems
come easily to those brought up in
the system. It is not easy to forgive
our brother seven times, let alone
seven times seventy times, nor is it
easy to turn the other cheek, and so the
people of the U.S. turn away from the
Gospels repeatedly and the idea of
redemptive violence becomes ever
more deeply ingrained into our society.
It seems every month I learn that
someone else I know or love has
joined the United States military.
Friends from grade school and classmates
from high school, including
the girl I took to homecoming, have
entered the Marines, my best friends
growing up now are in the Army—
swallowed by the military-industrial
complex. Tempted with the prospect
of employment in exceedingly hard
times or lured in by the promise of
honor or glory or “service,” young
women and men continue to be ready
and willing to sign away at least four
years of their lives to the war machine
(and they are among the new victims
of 9/11). They are sent away from
friends and family and taught how to
kill, how to be a gear in the machine.
They are, as so many in this
country have been, duped by the U.S.
empire’s continuing quest for global
supremacy masquerading as global
security, fooled into believing military
strength will make the world safe.
So what is the answer? How do
we make the world a safer place in
which to live? As Dorothy Day tells
us, “The only solution is love.” The
direct costs (not including the addi-
tional costs created by debt and the
We prayed for the safety of our troops,
but what we really desired was
military success. We thought that if
we could somehow punish those
responsible, we would feel better,
more whole. After all, this is the
United States of America isn’t
it—the good guys, the heroes?
We were told an attack on the U.S.
could only be an attack on freedom
and democracy and everything else
that is good and just in the world.
President George W. Bush made
sure to tell us that “Freedom
itself was attacked” and that
“Freedom will be defended.”
There is, in reality,
very little use for
such rhetoric.
care of injured military personnel)
of the wars in Iraq and Afghanistan
have been well over one trillion
dollars. What if we could have
spent this money on human needs
rather than on warfare? What if we
discontinued spending money on our
nuclear arsenal? We could have tens
of billions of dollars that could be
used to end the suffering going on at
this very moment caused by drought
in East Africa or flooding in Pakistan.
Who would want to attack a
nation known for feeding the hungry
and housing the homeless?
When Jesus was arrested in the
garden, when they came after him
with “swords and clubs,” his response
to the violence at hand was only love.
Peter cut off one of the guard’s ears
and Jesus tells him (and us) that
“those who take up the sword shall
perish by the sword.” And then what
does he do? He heals the guard that
came to take him away for punishment.
He makes this man whole again when
his disciples misunderstand, yet again,
his message of nonviolence.
It is not easy to make love rather
than war, but that is what the Gospels
demand of us, for only light can
drive out darkness and only love can
destroy violence. We must do as Jesus
does, rejecting the ways that man
thinks, and seek healing rather than
violence in this world. Ω
Theo Kayser is an LACW community
member.
By DAVID OMONDI
Once again the Horn of
Africa is making world
news as famine and hunger
wreak havoc on thousands
of Kenyans, Somalis, Ethiopians,
and Ugandans. Dramatic news
headlines documenting drought and
starvation, heart-rending images of
malnourished children in crowded
hospital wards, incessant
appeals for international aid
that is never quite enough—a
well-rehearsed rigmarole.
Poignant, painful, but all too
familiar. It was just two
years ago that severe hunger
ravaged the very same region. This
time around the storylines focus on
the fact that the immediate cause
of the crisis is once again severe
drought, the worst in 60 years, and
a new dimension – the mass exodus
of Somalis crossing the border into
Kenya.
It is a sordid situation indeed.
The numbers seem almost meaningless—15
million people facing
starvation in these four countries.
Dadaab refugee camp in northeastern
Kenya receives twelve to fifteen
hundred new arrivals every day,
Somali refugees that have trekked
as many as 100 miles in search of
relief. Designed in 1991 to host up
to 90,000 refugees fleeing conflict in
Somalia, Dadaab is now the largest
refugee camp in the world with a
population of 427,000.
It is a mind-numbing saga. And
unfortunately, there seems no end
in sight. Sure, there may be some
relief in the coming months, October
being the supposed start of the next
rainy season, but food security in the
long run is just completely out of the
question for most of those who live
in this arid region. In Garissa, northeastern
Kenya, it has not rained since
April last year, a stark reminder
that the age of seasonal predictability
is long gone. The failure of the
rains over successive seasons have
left livestock populations severely
decimated and precipitated a drastic
decline in national grain supplies such
that food prices are at an all-time
high while subsistence and small-
scale farmers are dealing with
repeated crop failure and declining
seed stocks. These nations are
already poor, peripheral entities in
the global capitalist endeavor. Those
who suffer from drought are already
the poorest of the poor, vulnerable
to say the least, and increasingly
dispensable it seems.
This ongoing crisis is yet another
stinging indictment of the global
capitalist system that accrues wealth
and prosperity to a privileged minority
while millions suffer despite
abundant resources to adequately
meet the basic needs of all people
everywhere. Looking specifically at
Kenya, it is no secret that most of her
New Book By
Agitator Editor
Jeff Dietrich
productive agricultural lands are
controlled by foreigners, multinationals,
former colonists, and the
political elite, producing tea, coffee,
flowers, and sisal for export – mainly
to Europe and North America. Even
fish from Lake Victoria is mostly
destined for global markets. Historically,
local economies and subsistence
networks throughout Africa
have been so undermined through
colonization, structural adjustment
and resultant debt slavery, and are
increasingly ineffective against these
forces of displacement.
Externally-focused, debt-ridden,
cash-crop economies, countries such
as Kenya, remain subservient to the
dictates of the International Monetary
Fund (IMF) and World Bank—
which are controlled by the world’s
powerful governments, which in turn
are controlled by corporations, for
whom the bottom line is profit. As
predatory corporations like Monsanto
and Syngenta aggressively
seek to patent and control every
aspect of the natural environment,
there is little hope that East Africans
can stave off further dependence on
(hybrid and GM) seed monocultures,
intended to benefit large commercial
export agriculture. The future is
bleak for small-scale and subsistence
farmers. Exercising precious little
control over their own affairs, merely
overseeing the flow of resources out
of the country, “gatekeeper states”
like Kenya are firmly entrenched in a
position of dependence.
Any analysis of famine must recognize
that the root of the problem
is distribution, and not lack of rain.
The tipping point of a disaster that
has been years in the making, unpredictable
rainfall is a direct result
of climate change, driven by global
warming, which is a consequence of
the fuel-burning habits of those in
the “developed” world. This underscores
the victimization of those in
East Africa, whose contribution to
global warming is almost nil in comparison,
who spend eighty percent of
their income (which is less than $2 a
day for most) simply trying to maintain
basic carbohydrates, while the
spoils of their land and labor fill tea
cups in Europe at prices comparable
to their daily earnings.
Isaiah tells us quite clearly that
the “spoils of the poor are in our
warehouses.” What do we mean by
crushing God’s people, the needy
and vulnerable, and literally grinding
their faces in the dust? What do we
mean by spending trillions of dollars
on war while our lifestyles exacerbate
suffering and foment anger among
the dispossessed? Woe to us who
have been hoarders of the Gift, woe
to us who have so abused God’s
divine abundance. May God have
mercy on us. Ω
David Omondi is an LACW community
member.
4 / OCTOBER 2011 CATHOLIC AGITATOR / 5

6 / OCTOBER 2011
COMING NOVEMBER 2011: BROKEN AND SHARED, BY JEFF DIETRICH
Rather than looking for ways
to drive the homeless out of
your backyard and into
someone else’s, the LA
Catholic Worker invites you to
become a constructive force
for providing comfort to the
afflicted. A good way to start
would be for you and your
community to join with the
LA Catholic Worker to
feed the hungry.
INVITATION
TO FEED THE
HUNGRY
Faithful readers of the Catholic Agitator
are no doubt aware that our
Wednesday and Friday breakfast
street serving is in jeopardy. The
police have threatened to confiscate
our van and our pots, the health
department has demanded that we
provide bathroom facilities and
running water during the half- hour
breakfast (which is simply not possible),
and the Blue Shirts (private
security hired by the local Business
Improvement District) routinely
photograph folks as they eat.
Meanwhile, our lines grow longer—
last week Jeff counted 110 people
in line for our simple breakfast of
oatmeal, hard-boiled eggs, sweets,
oranges, and coffee. On August 25
we received an e-mail, which was
also forwarded to City Council member
Jan Perry, from the head of the
Los Angeles River Artist and Business
Association requesting that we
stop serving in their neighborhood.
Our attorney, Bob Meyers, longtime
advocate for the homeless,
responded with the following letter.
Dear Mr. Jerald:
I represent the Los Angeles Catholic
Worker and have been asked to
respond to your e-mail communication
dated August 25, 2011.
Founded in 1970, the Los Angeles
Catholic Worker is a lay Catholic
community of men and women
which operates a free soup kitchen,
hospitality house for the homeless,
hospice for the dying, a newspaper,
and regularly offers prophetic witness
in opposition to war-making
and injustice. The Los Angeles
Catholic Worker community is part
of the lay Catholic Worker movement
founded over seventy years
ago by Dorothy Day and Peter Maurin
to “feed the hungry, shelter the
homeless, care for the sick, clothe the
naked, visit the prisoner” and offer
a gospel-based critique of the dominant
culture within the Catholic
tradition, but outside the institutionalized
structures of the church.
As an artistic community, you
should have a keen understanding
about government repression. Many
artists have been at the vanguard
of cultural and social change and
know first hand the repression that
government can unleash. Thus, it
was with much disappointment that
the Los Angeles Catholic Worker
received your communication.
We recognize that the presence of
homeless in your community can be
inconvenient. However, the inconvenience
that they cause those with
homes is minor in comparison to
the life the homeless endure on the
streets. Rather than looking for
ways to drive the homeless out of
your backyard and into someone
else’s, the Los Angeles Catholic
Worker invites you to become a
constructive force for providing
comfort to the afflicted. A good
way to start would be for you and
He had unparalleled skills in the kitchen. Watching him mix
dough on the chopping block was like witnessing magic unfold.
PAN DULCE: THE SWEET
BREAD OF LIFE
Rogelio Vasquez was a guest at our
house for seven years. He died on
August 5, 2011. Former community
member Margaret Johnson had a
very special relationship with Rogelio,
and wrote and delivered the following
eulogy at his memorial service.
By MARGARET JOHNSON
Rogelio was like a father to
me. From the beginning of
my time here at the house,
we had a special relationship.
He was often ornery, crotchety,
and grumpy, qualities that
normally don’t make you gravitate
toward an old man. But for some
reason, I could not get enough of
it, and I would follow him around
while he watered the garden, asking
questions about the flowers and how
he kept the garden so nice.
I often would try to impress him
with my culinary experiments, and
one day I announced I was going to
try to bake bread. He barely took
notice of my piteous first attempt,
but from then on, we had a new
connection. Growing up as a thirdgeneration
Mexican bread baker
on both sides of his family, he had
unparalleled skills in the kitchen.
Watching him mix dough on the
chopping block was like witnessing
magic unfold. I would just stare,
enraptured, and he would roll his
eyes at me and proclaim, “Fijate,
mija, fijate!” (pay attention, my
daughter) Whether it was to his
chagrin, or perhaps pride, that his
bread could not be reproduced, I
don’t know, but I never did absorb
the method for how to make his pan
dulce (sweet bread); but it brought
us close, nevertheless, these impromptu
lessons in the kitchen.
About two-and-a half years ago,
Rogelio had his first heart attack. It
was a huge shock to me, to see this
man, of an albeit small stature but
with the most resolute, strong and
determined personality, lying in a
hospital bed. I learned how much
he fiercely clung to his independence
and hated feeling weak and
vulnerable to illness. Even as he
was hooked up to IV’s and catheters,
I remember him flirting with
the nurses like a 21-year-old. Faus-
tino and I teamed up to share the
duty of accompanying him on
future hospitalizations and doctor
visits. At this time I also was able
to witness the love and tenderness
that other members of the household
had for Rogelio, with Rudy, Alberto,
and Maria paying him visits and
bringing him treats.
It was difficult for me to see
Rogelio suffer through ill health;
being strong and resilient was a part
of his identity. One of the images of
Rogelio that will always be seared
in my memory is seeing his small
body chugging up the hill to the
house, whereas it takes most older
folks a slow pace and a few breaks
to tackle the hill. Another memory:
while I was training for a marathon
and struggling to do a pushup workout
on the grass by the back steps,
he all of a sudden got down with
his hands on the ground and his
feet raised on the second step and
proceeded to silently school me on
pushups. This is how I will always
remember him—tough as nails and
quietly going about his own business,
and in rare moments, revealing
a glimpse of just how tough he
could be.
I don’t know anything about
his life as a young man or what
circumstances brought him to the
house. He was sure to have had a
full life of joy and pain, marked
with wise choices as well as foolish
mistakes. I know that as ornery
and crotchety as he could be, he
showed his love to this community
through the garden. It is the first
thing people notice when they come
here, or at least what most struck me
upon my first visit, how lovely and
peaceful the garden is. I remember
thinking how wonderful it must be
to live here, with an environment
that puts so much focus on beauty
and serenity. Later on, at one point
while I was living here, I remember
Catherine describing Rogelio’s dramatic
transformation of the garden
and how relatively stark and lifeless
it had been before he arrived. I hold
up Rogelio’s spirit of hard work,
love of nature, and hidden tenderness,
and hope that he has found the
same kind of peace that he provided
to us in the last years of his life. Ω
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your community members to join
with the Los Angeles Catholic
Worker to feed the hungry.
Sincerely yours,
Robert M. Meyers
STUCHLIK, continued from p.2
But I didn’t see John. I looked and
I could not find him. It is no strange
thing, though, for the folks who
break bread with us at the Hippie
Kitchen, to come regularly for years
and then disappear, leaving us wondering
months later what happened
to them. Sometimes they show up
randomly in our garden or we pass
them on the street to find out that
they moved to Long Beach or they
have been in jail or prison, many
times for jaywalking or missing an
appointment with a parole officer.
Regardless, it is the way of our
work serving the poor, living in
community. People pass though like
water whether we realize it or not.
So every once in a while, I wander
down State Street, but crooked tree
stands alone. I hope to one day see
him again. Ω
Alecia Stuchlik is an LACW community
member.
DON KEMEN—R.I.P.
Don Kemen, 70, and his wife Mary,
began volunteering at our soup
kitchen in 1999. They were Tuesday
regulars, very dependable, driving
to downtown L.A. from the heart of
Orange County. Don became our
salad mixer extraordinaire, always
keeping close watch that we did not
run out early or have too much left
over at the end of the day. If there
was anyone that was precise, it was
Don. Not only was he great on
salad, but he could carry on a good
conversation while working without
missing a beat at either. Always
smiling and good humored.
Don thought it proper to take his
break and eat lunch outside, sitting
at table having conversation with
our guests rather than staying inside
with other volunteers.
Not only did he and Mary volunteer
at our soup kitchen, but together
they were involved in jail ministry,
visiting folks in the Orange County
jail, as well as participating in parish
activities. His dedication to serving
the needs of others, and to his wife,
children, and family, was resolute
and laudatory, including his spiritual
life, as he and Mary were strong in
centering and contemplative prayer.
During the last week of July, Don
began experiencing pain in his foot
and leg. After a visit to a clinic, which
ultimately proved to be a misdiagnosis,
the pain persisted and grew
stronger. He went to his doctor, and
after tests, was informed that he had
bone cancer. Time was short. In six
weeks, on September 12, Don was
escorted by heavenly angels into
eternal life. He not only is missed,
but will continue to be sorely missed.
Others can mix salad, but no one is
the unique and loving Don Kemen.
DON KEMEN— ! PRESENTE!
Photo by Mike Wisniewski

ON
THE LINE
CATHOLIC WORKERS
GATHER IN LAS VEGAS
Over 100 North American Catholic
Workers gathered in Las Vegas from
October 7-9 to fellowship, pray, participate
in roundtable discussions, party,
and participate in nonviolent direct
action against the U.S. empire’s war
machine. The gathering was hosted by
the Las Vegas Catholic Worker, which
was celebrating its 25th anniversary.
The general assembly presentations
were lead by Wes Howard-Brook and
Sue Ferguson Johnson, who spoke on
“God’s Call Out Of Empire, Within
And Without”, which was based on
Wes’ book: “Come Out My People!:
God’s Call Out Of Empire in the
Bible and Beyond” (See the June 2011
Catholic Agitator). Saturday evening
included a time for poetry, music, comedy,
and story-telling. The highlight of
the evening was LACW David Omondi,
who recited a rousing, heartfelt and
thought-provoking poem he wrote one-
and a half years ago about the effect of
U.S. capitalism and imperialism on the
poor, here and around the world, specifically
in his Kenya homeland. After
his six-minute rap-style recital, David
received an extended standing ovation
by all present.
CATHOLIC WORKERS
ARRESTED
On October 9, at the culmination of
the 2011 National Catholic Worker
Gathering, in Las Vegas, 59 Catholic
Workers (22 women, 37 men) crossed
the line and were arrested and cited for
trespass at the Nevada National Test
THE
HOUSE
JOURNAL
The past two months were filled with
the joyous gathering of visiting family
and friends pouring in that we darn
near happily wore out the welcome mat.
Daniel Omondi, brother of community
member David, rolled in for
the last week of the summer intern
program. David’s father Ibrahim and
mother Diane, also visited for a week
in September.
Jeff’s young niece Paige joined the
parade of family visitors arriving
in mid-August, just in time for our
sizzlin’ hot salsa dance night at the
Autry Museum, courtesy of the Smets,
Tom and Jeff’s sister Ann, who also
brought their lovely teenage daughters,
Melissa, Katie, and Maggie. Kitchen
volunteer, María Lopez and her
husband Dr. Armando, Eddie Pillola,
Beatitude Catholic Workers Dennis
Apel and Tensie Hernandez and
young Thomas and Rozella, as well
Site for protesting against U.S. nuclear
policy. Another 14 Catholic Workers
and 4 Code Pink members were
arrested at Creech Air Force Base for
protesting against U.S. drone warfare.
The “Creech 18” have been charged
with unlawful assembly and obstructing
traffic. All have a December 5
arraignment date in Las Vegas Justice
Court. The “Creech 18” include:
Theo Kayser (21) LACW; Mike Wisniewski
(62) LACW; Fr. Louis Vitale,
OFM, (79) from California; Fr. Jerry
Zawada, OFM (74) from Arizona;
Robert Majors (24) from Las Vegas
CW; Jim Haber (49) from Las Vegas,
NDE; Matt Campbell (24) from
Arizona; Huntley Hoffman (25) from
Arizona; Nancy Mancias (41) from
Arizona; Betsy Lamb (72) from Arizona
John Heid (56) from Minnesota;
Toby Blome (56) from California;
Christine Nelson (64) from California;
Mary Moody (47) from Iowa;
Brian Terrell (56) from Iowa; Rosalie
Riegle (74) from Michigan; Rebecca
Lambert (28) Minnesota; and Rachel
Winch (27) from Wisconsin. Visit
the LACW website to read the official
CW Gathering statement.
VATICAN ANNOUNCES
NUKES UNJUSTIFIABLE
Speaking on July 1 at the United Nations,
in the shadow of a new, multibillion
dollar nuclear bomb facility
being constructed in Kansas City,
MO, Archbishop Francis Chullikatt,
Apostolic Nuncio to the United Nations,
declared: “Viewed from a legal,
political, security, and most of all—
moral—perspective, there is no justifi-
as chant master and dance instructor
Rufo Noriega joined us for a terrific
evening of dancing and fellowship.
Former community members and
soon to be newlyweds, Sam Yergler
and Allison McGillivray dropped by
to attend the wedding of former intern
Missy Kickert and do prep work for
their own wedding on October 15.
Former community member Margaret
Johnson cashed in her frequent
flier credits earned from trips to Sweden,
brave Eire, and Austria to join
us for a week, while also attending
Missy’s wedding.
We warmly welcomed back Jason
McGaughey, from south central Illinois.
He took advantage of a bus deal
and spent a few weeks with us before
heading off to the Washington, D.C.
occupation and then to join the Wall
Street occupation. Incidentally, the
community also spent a morning with
the Occupy Los Angeles protest.
2010 summer intern, Ross Weaver,
decided he had enough of the “real”
world and signed on for a year with us.
He immediately established himself as
the go-to baker dude with a huge batch
of fantastic cookies and the most delicious
home-made apple pies ever delivered
to our annual Sister House retreat.
Speaking of which, the Sister House
retreat, one of the most well attended
ever, was just about as fabulous as
they come. LACW historian, former
screen writer and now Episcopal
priest, Larry Holben, gave a wonderful
comprehensive series of talks
detailing the roots of the Catholic
Worker movement, its core values, the
ideas and history of founders, Dorothy
Day and Peter Maurin, and how
all this relates to us today. Everyone
left amazed, well-fed spiritually, corporally,
and socially.
We also were graced by the presence
of John McRae, from our sister
cation today for the continued maintenance
of nuclear weapons.” Further
stating, “…the thought of pouring
hundreds of billions of additional dollars
into the world’s nuclear arsenals is
nothing short of sinful…”
—ncronline.org
BAHRAIN MEDICS
SENTENCED TO PRISON
Eighteen Bahraini doctors and two
paramedics were sentenced on September
29, to terms from five to 15
years for what a military court called
“subversive crimes and acts of terrorism”
for helping protesters during
the Arab spring uprising. All medics
involved worked in Bahrain’s main
hospital, the Salmaniya Medical Centre,
where protesters assembled after
being chased away from Pearl Square
by security forces. The protesters used
the hospital grounds to hold rallies and
invited foreign media for press statements.
Some of the medics admitted
attending the rallies.
— guardian.co.uk
U.S. CITIZENS NOW TARGETED
FOR EXTRAJUDICIAL MURDER
With the assassination of Anwar al-
Awlaki—a U.S. citizen—via a drone
strike, it now is possible for any U.S.
citizen to become a target for assassination
by their own government if
they are labeled (rightfully or not) a
threat to national security and far from
a war zone. This creates a terrifying
precedent. As long as one is suspected
of having contact with a “terrorist”
group, one can expect to be a target,
without a judicial hearing, according
house, the Open Door, in Atlanta,
Georgia. John immediately won our
hearts by preparing the most scrumptious
burgers and sausages complete
with sautéed onions, bell peppers and
mushrooms; he topped that off with
down home fried fish and baked tilapia.
He enjoyed serving at the Kitchen,
particularly serving ice-cold water and
shooting the breeze with our guests.
Mitchell Jackson, a Bible-slamming
preacher’s kid and USC grad hung out
with us for a few months; as did Matt
Gundlach, fresh-faced from Biola
Univ. before heading to Koinonia Farm
in Georgia. Franz from Deutchland
ended his sojourn in the Americas with
a week at our house as well.
Jeff and Catherine were able to
sneak away for a little R and R in
beautiful Cayucas, in northern CA,
stopping on the way back at Beatitude
House in Guadalupe to attend the
court proceedings of Dennis Apel
and Scott Fina. All were pleasantly
surprised when the judge reluctantly
followed the precedent of the Ninth
Circuit and voided the odious “Ban
and Bar” policy. A policy which had
resulted in the arrest and harassment
of many fine resistors for merely standing
in the approved protest area at the
gates of Vandenberg Air Force Base.
Congrats to community member
and super clinic gal, Ann Boden, on
the arrival of her second grandchild
Cameron.
Several community members,
including yours truly, attended an “Arriverderci”
party for former intern and
kitchen volunteer Sophie Goldstein,
soon to fly off to lovely Florence, Italy
to study art.
Farmgirl Josephine Burns from the
frozen north country of Saskatchewan,
Canada, joins us for the month of October.
She accompanied us in attending
the National Catholic Worker Gathering,
hosted by Sister House, St. John the
to President Obama’s policy. No longer
is due-process available to all U.S. citizens.
Our First and Fifth Amendment
rights have been stripped away, without
a decision in a court of law and no
court can now decide this precedent’s
legality. —salon.com
U.S. EMPIRE:
MERCHANT OF DEATH
The U.S. now controls more than
half of world arms sales. U.S. arms
merchants enjoyed a dominant year
in 2010 as the United States was
responsible for selling over half of all
weapons worldwide. They now control
53% of the market (up from 35% in
2009). The U.S. sold $21.3 billion
in new weapons orders to foreign
countries. These figures do not include
arms deals made directly between
commercial weapons makers and other
countries outside of the U.S. government
program known as the Foreign
Military Sales (FMS) System.
— allgov.com
U.S. SUED OVER
KEYSTONE XL PIPELINE
Environmental groups have filed suit
in Nebraska against the U.S. government
to stop the clearing of grasslands,
the moving of threatened species and
other work proceeding without official
U.S. approval of a planned $7 billion
Canada to Texas oil pipeline. The suit
is the first of many legal and regulatory
hurdles that the pipeline could face.
— reuters.com
On The Line is compiled and
edited by Mike Wisniewski.
Baptist House in Las Vegas. Julia
Guyer and Carly Guierriero, from
the St. Jude Catholic Worker House
in Champaign, IL also joined us at
the gathering and returned for Sam
and Allison’s wedding.
Former community member Manuel
Hernandez, from Sister House,
Casa Colibri, came back to L.A.
early for the Sister House retreat and
along with long-time friend Gustavo
Monzon, a perspective member of
Casa Colibri, organized a fundraising
dinner at All Saints Episcopal
Church in Highland Park—many
thanks to all who attended. Community
member Rebecca Casas flew
to Jalisco to join Manuel and former
community member Sarah Fuller
for a few months to get a taste of the
fantastic work Manuel is doing there.
Community member Clare
Bellefeuille-Rice traveled home this
summer to visit family and friends.
She returned home a second time
soon after the Sister House retreat
under less joyous circumstances on
the passing of her grandmother Rice.
May she rest in peace and may her
family be comforted.
Recently, a spate of deaths among
family and friends has beset us. We
mourn the loss of long-time Tuesday
salad mixer Don Kemen and
send our prayers to his wife Mary.
Prayers also are requested for the
soul of Bill Jeanette, long a pillar of
the progressive community, including
Homeboy Industries, and a great
friend and supporter of the LACW.
We send condolences also to Raul
Perez on the loss of his wife.
Finally, as Autumn and Winter
draw near, we offer many blessings
upon each and all of our supporters
and volunteers.
House Journal is written by
Faustino Cruz.
CATHOLIC AGITATOR / 7

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OCTOBER 2011 Vol. 41/No. 5
SISTER HOUSE NETWORK:
LOS ANGELES CATHOLIC WORKER:
http://lacatholicworker.org
1. Ammon Hennacy House of Hospitality
632 N. Brittania St., Los Angeles, CA 90033-1722
(323) 267-8789
2. Hospitality Kitchen
821 E. 6th St., Los Angeles, CA 90021
(213) 614-9615
ST. JOHN THE BAPTIST HOUSE OF HOSPITALITY
500 W. VanBuren Ave., Las Vegas, NV 89106
(702) 647-0728
ISAIAH HOUSE OF HOSPITALITY
316 S. Cypress Ave., Santa Ana, CA 92701
(714) 835-6304
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(757) 423-5420
SR. PETER CLAVER HOUSE OF HOSPITALITY
430 W. Jefferson St., Philadelphia, PA 19122
(215) 232-7823
HOUSE OF GRACE CATHOLIC WORKER
1826 E. Lehigh Ave., Philadelphia, PA 19125
(215) 426-0364
PETER MAURIN CATHOLIC WORKER
1149 Crestwood St., San Pedro, CA 90732
(310) 831-3480
KIERAN PRATHER HOUSE OF HOSPITALITY
672 2nd Ave., San Bruno, CA 94066
(650) 827-0706
BEATITUDE HOUSE
4575 9th St., Guadalupe, CA 93434
(805) 343-6322
ST. BENEDICT HOUSE OF HOSPITALITY
4022 N. Cheryl Ave., Fresno, CA 93705
(559) 229-6410 — lizaOSB@aol.com
HIGH DESERT CATHOLIC WORKER
P.O. Box 3157, Apple Valley, CA 92307
(760) 247-5732 - sbremser@charter.net
CASA COLIBRÍ CATHOLIC WORKER
http://casacolibrimx.blogspot.com
011-52 - 386-744-5063 - jmhe76@gmail.com
HALF MOON BAY CATHOLIC WORKER
160 Kelly Ave., Half Moon Bay, CA 94019
(650) 726-6621 - ericdebode@gmail.com