Monthly Archives: October 2022

Jemand fragte den Kapitän in der nächsten Reihe vor Schuchow: »Wie kommt es, daß du so viel über das Leben in der britischen Marine weißt?« »Ja, schau an, ich habe fast einen ganzen Monat auf einem britischen Kreuzer verbracht und … Continue reading →

Full transcript and video Borrell says “I suppose that all of you have been reading and re-reading the latest speech of Putin when he declared the annexation. That is a must. Every European citizen must read this speech – and … Continue reading →

During sentencing, the prosecution attempted to show that I was a narcissist with a superiority complex. —Chelsea Manning, README.txt, (London: The Bodley Head, 2022), 216.

As the trial began, the courtroom was filled with press; older activists with shaggy beards and tie-dyed shirts; groups like Veterans for Peace, Iraq Veterans Against the War, and Occupy Wall Street; and the Chelsea Manning Support Network, a nonprofit … Continue reading →

The prison guards were children. They were soldiers, eighteen or nineteen years old, never having so much as sniffed a deployment but given a badge of authority. —Chelsea Manning, README.txt, (London: The Bodley Head, 2022), 188-189. Interestingly Manning’s longtime partner … Continue reading →

I was, and remain, a voracious reader, of all kinds of books, on all subjects, written from disparate, sometimes even abhorrent, perspectives. At that time, I was preoccupied with processing what I had seen in Iraq. I read Sun Tzu’s … Continue reading →

My intellectual and political life can be divided into pre- and post-Proposition 8. It made me think long and hard about my blind faith in nationalism. —Chelsea Manning, README.txt, (London: The Bodley Head, 2022), 91.

Saskia Esken, Die Zeit:

My aunt’s bookshelves were filled with histories of World War II and the Civil War—as my father’s had been—and so I read about troop movements, battalions, tactics, strategy. And I spent a lot of time playing combat video games, like … Continue reading →

I was thrown into despair over something much more ordinary, a series of professional disappointments. I was passed over, twice, for an assistant manager position I’d been promised at Starbucks. —Chelsea Manning, README.txt, (London: The Bodley Head, 2022), 52.

On the club scene, everyone but me seemed to have a great job—State Department, the diplomatic corps, careers I saw as a path to a bigger life, one of stability and significance. I tried for a year, and it just … Continue reading →