• Israel drawing its last breaths, says Iranian commander behind foiled drone attack
    Reuters - Aug 26, 2019 12:39 AM

    https://www.haaretz.com/israel-news/israel-drawing-its-last-breaths-says-iranian-commander-behind-foiled-drone-

    Revolutionary Guard Gen. Qassem Soleimani attends an annual rally commemorating the anniversary of the 1979 Islamic revolution, in Tehran, Iran, February 11, 2016. Ebrahim Noroozi / AP

    The chief of Iran’s Quds force, Qassem Soleimani, reacting to an Israeli air strike in Syria and the crash of two Israeli drones in a Beirut suburb, tweeted on Sunday that “these were the last struggles” of Israel.

    Soleimani posted pictures of himself on Twitter with the caption: “These insane operations are absolutely last struggles of the Zionist Regime” in three languages.

    In a rare confirmation, Israel said it struck in Syria, thwarting a drone attack by the Iranian Revolutionary Guards’ elite Quds Force. A senior Revolutionary Guards commander denied on Sunday that Iranian targets had been hit in Israeli air strikes in Syria, the semi-official ILNA news agency reported.

    In addition, on Sunday, leader of Hezbollah Hassan Nasrallah denied that the Israeli attack targeted the Quds Force. “Israel did not attack a Quds Force position in Syria but rather a house containing Hezbollah fighters,” Nasrallah said, adding that two Hezbollah fighters were killed in the attack. “If Israel kills any of our members in Syria... we will respond from Lebanon... we tell Israelis on the border to beware,” Nasrallah said.

    The Israeli army, in turn, said that for several months it has been following Iran’s plan to carry out an attack against Israel from Syrian territory. “The person behind this is [head of Iran’s Quds Force] Qasem Soleimani,” Israel Defense Forces’ Spokesman Ronen Manelis told reporters.

    According to Manelis, “the Iranians plan was to send several drones into Israel, armed with explosives, and kill Israelis. These are drones we see in action in Iraq, Syria and Yemen.”

    The chief of the Israeli army, Aviv Kochavi, said that Soleimani personally oversaw the operation and trained the Iranian activists who were meant to carry it out.

    #IsraelIran

  • Quelques guides d’informations & d’#autodéfense juridique

    La vindicte sociétaire organisée, communément appelée « Justice », est une survivance d’un passé de servitude, développée par les intérêts des classes privilégiées. Elle fonctionne donc comme le reste de la société : dans un rapport de classes.

    Lorsqu’on participe à des luttes ou à des mouvements sociaux, nous sommes confronté à la #répression. Face à elle, nous ne nous retrouvons pas toujours dans la même situation.

    L’objectif de cet article est de partager plusieurs guides — la plupart d’autodéfense juridique — afin d’aider celles et ceux qui se retrouvent confrontés à la répression (avant, pendant, après) et pour assurer leur défense.

    https://frama.link/guides-juridiques-antirep

  • Bruxelles : programme d’Acrata en septembre 2019
    https://infokiosques.net/spip.php?article1690

    Lokaal Acrata rue de la Grande Ile 32 1000 Bruxelles (Belgique) acrata@@@post.com Permanences chaque jeudi de 17h à 21h, et chaque samedi de 15h à 18h. Jeudi 12 septembre - 19h30 - Discussion L’intervention anarchiste Combien de fois ne nous sommes-nous pas heurtés à cette question : qu’est-ce qu’un groupe de compagnons résolus peut faire dans la conflictualité en général ? et notamment au sein d’un mouvement social comme celui des gilets jaunes ? Anarchistes, nous ne sommes pas des (...) #ailleurs

  • Une série de comptes-rendus plutôt complets sur la tentative de #NoG7 / #G7EZ par les reporters des sites MUTU permet de mieux comprendre la sensation d’énorme gâchis en cette fin de week-end.
    //edit : ajout du CR de Nantes Révoltée

    G7-EZ : C’est parti !
    https://expansive.info/G7-EZ-C-est-parti-1703

    /.../ Premier réveil sur le camp. Après un petit-dèj complet, on essaye d’avoir des informations de la réunion de la plate-forme de la veille au soir, apparemment aucune décision n’est sortie quant au programme du week-end qui semble remis en question suite aux pressions des pouvoirs publics. Des tensions sont palpables entre les volontés pacificatrices de la plate-forme et la détermination des militant.es venu.es tenter d’enrayer la tenue du #G7 /.../

    G7-EZ - Acte 2 : On s’enjaille à Hendaye pour que le G7 déraille !
    https://expansive.info/G7-EZ-Acte-2-On-s-enjaille-a-Hendaye-pour-que-le-G7-deraille-1704

    20h. Le rendez-vous est donné, nouvelle AG de lutte ce soir, les choses sérieuses s’amorcent dans des débats où la plate-forme G7-EZ et son consensus d’action se font chahuter par l’assistance. La discussion part d’une intervention des Gilets Jaunes de Saint-Nazaire. Ils expliquent avoir fait une prise de parole le matin même, lors de l’inauguration du contre-sommet à la Ficoba, pour critiquer ce consensus d’action qui leur semble bien mou. Ça a provoqué une discussion avec des membres de la plate-forme et l’envie d’aller plus loin dans la compréhension des enjeux locaux. Un nouvel échange avec des membres de la plate-forme est prévu jeudi soir, afin d’expliciter le contexte local ayant amené à la formation de ce « consensus d’action ». Une mise au point semble en effet nécessaire afin que différentes tactiques puissent se déployer sans que cette diversité mène à une rupture.

    G7-EZ, Acte 3 : Welcome to paradise
    https://expansive.info/G7-EZ-Acte-3-Welcome-to-paradise-1707

    Acte 3 du contre-sommet d’Hendaye : de jeudi soir à vendredi soir. Où il est question d’une manifestation féministe, d’un blocage de rond point, de voltigeurs et de barricades. Et comment deux flics à moto un peu paumés font monter la pression...

    /.../

    G7-EZ, Acte 4 : Police partout, contre-sommet nulle part
    https://expansive.info/G7-EZ-Acte-4-Police-partout-contre-sommet-nulle-part-1708

    Quatrième (et dernier ?) récit du contre-sommet G7, de Hendaye à Bayonne. Où il est question d’altermondialisme, d’une ville fantôme, de barricades enflammées et d’un sit-in annulé.

    G7 : L’ordre règne au Pays Basque
    http://nantes-revoltee.com/g7-lordre-regne-au-pays-basque

    « Police partout, contre-sommet nulle part » ?

    Dimanche 25 août, au milieu de rues désertes du pays Basque.

    Dans un paysage de mort, un petit cortège avance à travers la ville d’Hendaye et le Centre de Rétention, transformé pour l’occasion en centre de garde à vue géant où sont enfermés les opposants au G7. Le cortège est encerclé, étouffé même, par des centaines et des centaines de policiers de toutes les unités imaginables. Il y a même deux hélicoptère et un drone qui survolant les quelques dizaines de personnes qui improvisent cette marche, pour demander la libération de manifestants arrêtés la veille. Auparavant toute personne sortant du campement des opposants dans le but de se rendre à cette marche a été contrôlée et minutieusement fouillée. Une participante, l’air triste, souffle : « c’est le pire contre-sommet de l’histoire ».

    Retour sur ces dernières journées aux alentours de Biarritz :

    • Dans le Pays basque, un rassemblement anti-G7 annulé pour « faire baisser la tension »
      https://www.lemonde.fr/societe/article/2019/08/25/un-contre-sommet-du-g7-reussi-pour-les-organisateurs-meme-si-les-anti-n-ont-

      La mobilisation fut faible en comparaison des sommets historiques de Gênes ou Evian, mais quelque 15 000 personnes ont manifesté samedi à Hendaye.

      Article en entier ⬇️

      Ce devait être la dernière initiative des anti-G7 rassemblés non loin de Biarritz, où se tient le sommet officiel, mais celle-ci a finalement été annulée dimanche 25 août en milieu de journée. Une jolie carte avait même été distribuée, les jours précédents, aux milliers de participants au contre-sommet organisé par deux coordinations (basque, G7 EZ [non au G7], et française, Alternatives G7), pointant sept « cibles » autour de Biarritz. Ainsi, les mairies de Bayonne et d’Anglet et différents ronds-points dessinaient une « zone arc-en-ciel, symbole des différentes luttes et revendications », expliquaient les organisateurs.

      Las, tout a été annulé. Faute de combattants, beaucoup étant repartis dès la veille après la manifestation qui a réuni 15 000 personnes, selon les organisateurs, et a clos officiellement le contre-sommet qui s’est tenu à Hendaye et Irun, du 21 au 23 août. Sur la longue plage qui porte le joli nom de Chambre d’amour, à l’annonce dimanche midi de l’annulation de la manifestation, trois militants ne cachaient pas leur déception. « Nous sommes venus exprès de Saint-Etienne, on a dormi au ball-trap d’Urrugne et il n’y a personne ! » L’un est un ancien militant de la CGT, tous ont participé aux manifestations des « gilets jaunes » et s’affirment anticapitalistes. En arrivant vendredi sur la côte basque, pour la fin du contre-sommet, ils espéraient retrouver la chaleur des défilés. Rien. Cette longue plage d’où l’on voit le phare de Biarritz, où a eu lieu samedi soir le premier dîner de sept dirigeants des pays industrialisés, est vide de manifestants.

      Sur les planches, devant l’océan où glissent inlassablement les surfeurs, la porte-parole d’Attac et d’Alternative G7, Aurélie Trouvé, répond presque seule aux journalistes. La nuit même, annonce-t-elle, Joseba Alvarez, une figure de l’indépendantisme basque, membre de la coordination G7 EZ et de la gauche abertzale, a été arrêté. Il faisait l’objet d’une interdiction de territoire jusqu’au 29 août. « Avec son arrestation et la vingtaine de blessés légers que nous avons eue, nous avons décidé de faire preuve de responsabilité et d’assurer avant toute chose l’intégrité des manifestants », explique-t-elle. La veille, quelques affrontements ont eu lieu dans le Petit Bayonne. Les nombreux gendarmes mobiles et policiers, présents sur les ponts sur l’Adour et la Nive, deux rivières qui enserrent ce quartier, ont fait usage de grenades lacrymogènes et d’un canon à eau pour disperser quelque 200 à 300 manifestants.

      Les anti-G7, que l’on annonçait nombreux et souvent radicaux, n’ont pas rejoint en masse le Pays basque. « Nous aurions pu réunir 200 ou 300 manifestants, assure pourtant la porte-parole d’Attac, mais nous avons préféré suspendre la manifestation pour faire baisser la tension. » En réalité, le ministère de l’intérieur et la préfecture ont œuvré pendant des mois pour saper la mobilisation des “anti”. D’abord en faisant traîner durant des semaines le choix d’un lieu pour le contre-G7. Orthez, Dax… les lieux les plus éloignés de Biarritz ont été proposés, avant de finalement concéder Hendaye, à 32 kilomètres de la cité balnéaire.

      Le déploiement massif des forces de police et la perspective d’être débordés par des “black blocks” ont aussi dissuadé bon nombre de militants, comme la date choisie pour le G7, en fin de vacances scolaires. Enfin, la proximité des élections municipales a joué un rôle non négligeable. Dans ce bout de territoire, les militants les plus organisés appartiennent souvent aux mouvements indépendantistes basques. Or, de commune en commune, les élus locaux ont pesé – souvent à la demande du préfet – pour dissuader les indépendantistes, dont beaucoup concourent aux majorités municipales des villes de la côte, de mener un mouvement d’ampleur qui aurait pu nuire à l’image de la région.

      De fait, après huit mois de contestation des « gilets jaunes », une cote de popularité autour de 30 % pour Emmanuel Macron et l’intérêt dans une partie de l’Europe pour les thèmes alternatifs et environnementaux, les anti-G7 n’ont pas rassemblé les foules contestatrices qui s’étaient exprimées durant l’année. La mobilisation à Hendaye aura été bien faible aussi en en comparaison du rassemblement historique de Gênes, en 2001, où 300 000 personnes s’étaient réunies et où un manifestant, Carlo Giulani, a été tué par la police. Deux ans plus tard, en juin 2003, contre le G8 à Evian, 100 000 manifestants s’affrontèrent durement avec la police dans la ville voisine de Genève.

      Pour les responsables d’associations telles Attac, il s’agissait d’une autre période de l’altermondialisme, les rassemblements anti-G7 ou G8 drainant dorénavant des foules souvent moins importantes. Lors du dernier G7 tenu en France, en mai 2011 à Deauville (Seine-Maritime), les « anti » n’avaient été que 7 000 à défiler au Havre voisin. Cette même année, ils étaient moins de 10 000 à défiler à Nice contre le G20 de Cannes (Alpes-Maritimes).

      « Toutes les salles étaient trop petites »
      Alors pour les organisateurs, réunir 15 000 personnes sur le port d’Hendaye reste un vif succès, d’autant que la concurrence fût rude avec les fêtes incontournables du Pays basque comme celle de Bilbao, qui se tenait en même temps. « Dans un contexte d’occupation policière qui faisait craindre aux gens de ne pouvoir passer la frontière, dans ces conditions spéciales de psychose totale, rassembler autant de monde est un succès. Toutes les salles du Ficoba [salle d’Irun où se tenait le contre-sommet] étaient trop petites pour accueillir les participants. Et réussir la « marche des portraits » [les photos officielles dérobées dans les mairies] à Bayonne, où toute initiative était interdite, montre nos capacités à mobiliser », conclut Txetx Etcheverry, porte-parole de Bizi et cofondateur d’Alternatiba.

      Dimanche matin, 14 des 128 portraits officiels du président Macron, réquisitionnés lors des derniers mois dans les mairies de la France entière, ont été brandis lors d’une déambulation de plusieurs centaines de personnes dans les rues du Petit Bayonne. Tous portaient des cadres emballés, de façon à perturber d’éventuelles saisies par la police des portraits officiels. Mais les gendarmes mobiles se sont contentés de laisser passer les manifestants et les organisateurs ont pu tenir une conférence de presse devant des dizaines de journalistes de la presse internationale, en présence de Susan George, figure de l’altermondialisme et présidente d’honneur d’Attac, de Jean-François Julliard (Greenpeace France), d’Esther Bernard (Youth For Climate), de Pauline Boyer (Alternatiba) et de Cécile Marchand (ANV-COP21), toutes deux poursuivies pour avoir décroché des portraits.

      A cette occasion, le directeur de Greenpeace a rappelé son intention d’aller jusqu’au bout de la démarche judiciaire, avec la plainte déposée par l’Affaire du siècle, et « d’obtenir une condamnation de l’Etat français pour carence fautive contre le dérèglement climatique ».

      Ultime pied de nez aux quelque 13 000 gendarmes et policiers déployés pour le G7, ces organisations ont réussi à déployer une banderole dénonçant l’inaction du président Macron lors de la visite dimanche des « premières dames » dans un village typique du pays basque intérieur, Espelette.

    • Les anti-G7 revoient leurs ambitions à la baisse face au « climat sécuritaire »
      https://www.courrierinternational.com/depeche/les-anti-g7-revoient-leurs-ambitions-la-baisse-face-au-climat

      L’ampleur exceptionnelle du dispositif de sécurité déployé autour du G7 de Biarritz a globalement étouffé toute velléité de contestation violente mais a aussi dissuadé des opposants d’organiser dimanche une série d’actions pacifiques en clôture de leur « contre-sommet ».

      Toute la semaine, la présence des quelque 13.200 policiers et gendarmes français mobilisés, appuyés par l’armée, s’est faite sentir au Pays basque, transformé en camp retranché, et à Biarritz, complètement barricadée.

  • Juste pour le plaisir des yeux :
    https://www.francetvinfo.fr/monde/proche-orient/liban/le-liban-denonce-une-agression-d-israel-apres-la-chute-de-deux-drones-s

    un bastion du Hezbollah
    une « agression » israélienne (entre guillemets)
    en plein fief du Hezbollah pro-iranien
    Considéré par Israël et les Etats-Unis comme une "organisation terroriste" (oh, tout s’explique alors)
    – Et en tout dernier paragraphe, une théorie du complot (une qu’on a le droit) :

    Des observateurs israéliens ont évoqué l’hypothèse que ces drones n’aient pas été envoyés par l’Etat Hébreu, en raison du modus operandi. « Il y a une autre possibilité, que ces drones qui sont tombés n’étaient pas israéliens mais plutôt iraniens », a ainsi estimé le correspondant militaire du quotidien israélien Haaretz Amos Harel.

  • Pendant que l’Amazonie brûle, des volte-face en trompe-l’œil au G7 de Biarritz
    https://www.mediapart.fr/journal/international/250819/pendant-que-l-amazonie-brule-des-volte-face-en-trompe-l-oeil-au-g7-de-biar

    Il aura fallu plusieurs semaines de feux dans l’Amazonie pour que le président français réagisse. Emmanuel Macron s’affiche désormais contre le traité de libre-échange européen conclu avec le Mercosur, et a dit au cours du G7 sa volonté d’organiser une aide internationale pour sauver le poumon vert de la planète. De son côté, le président brésilien, sous pression, a dépêché l’armée sur place.

    #Amérique_du_Sud #Mercosur,_agroindustrie,_Emmanuel_Macron,_Jair_Bolsonaro,_G7,_déforestation,_Amazonie,_accord_de_libre-échange,_A_la_Une

  • • 1937, le génocide occulté des Haïtiens
    https://www.mediapart.fr/studio/portfolios/1937-le-genocide-occulte-des-haitiens

    Entre le 2 et 4 octobre 1937, les villes du nord-ouest de la République dominicaine connurent le « massacre du Persil »*. Sur ordre de la dictature de Trujillo, les immigrés et ressortissants haïtiens sont traqués puis tués à l’arme blanche par les soldats dominicains. Selon certains historiens, plus de 20 000 Haïtiens ont péri.

    #haïti #massacre #photographie

  • « On a 100 jours de provision d’#eau devant nous » : le maire de Guéret n’a jamais connu une telle sécheresse
    https://mobile.francetvinfo.fr/meteo/secheresse/on-a-100-jours-de-provision-d-eau-devant-nous-le-maire-de-gueret

    « On a environ 100 jours de provision d’eau devant nous. Après, il faudra trouver des solutions extérieures, avec des camions-citernes pour approvisionner la ville », estime dimanche 25 août sur franceinfo Michel Vernier, maire de Guéret (Creuse), alors que son département connaît une sécheresse exceptionnelle. Selon le site de Propluvia, 85 départements français sont placés depuis mercredi 21 août en restrictions d’eau plus ou moins sévères.

  • The Enlightenment Desktop Scores Its First Major Release in 2 Years
    https://www.omgubuntu.co.uk/2019/08/enlightenment-23-desktop-release

    A brand new version of Enlightenment is now available to download and features a modest set of improvements, including better Wayland support. This post, The Enlightenment Desktop Scores Its First Major Release in 2 Years, was written by Joey Sneddon and first appeared on OMG! Ubuntu!.

  • De l’utilité de l’inutilité
    https://www.dedefensa.org/article/de-lutilite-de-linutilite

    De l’utilité de l’inutilité

    25 août 2019 – Cette curieuse manie qu’ils ont de se réunir à G7, alors que certains ne cessent de répéter qu’à sept ils ne représentent qu’une petite partie du monde qui importe, que certains affirment qu’ils ne veulent pas négocier entre eux et qu’ils sont bien plus forts tout seul qu’avec les autres parmi les sept, que certains annoncent quelque chose comme pour avoir le plaisir assuré d’être contredit par d’autres, que certains signent tel chiffon de papier nommé comme il vous plaira (communiqué, déclaration commune ou déclaration isolée, ou “message commun”, ou brouillon égaré, etc.) pour pouvoir dire aussitôt, ou très vite, “mais non, je n’ai rien signé”.

    Bien, à cet égard Biarritz ne déroge pas à la tradition de l’inutilité de cette sorte de réunion ; mais écrivant cela emporté par (...)

  • Une cyberattaque pourrait faire « autant de dégâts qu’une attaque nucléaire »
    https://usbeketrica.com/article/cyberattaque-degats-comparable-attaque-nucleaire

    C’est ce qu’affirme Jeremy Straub, chercheur américain en informatique, dans un article publié sur The Conversation. De nombreux systèmes de services vitaux pour les populations seraient déjà infiltrés par des logiciels malveillants, prêts à causer des dégâts majeurs en cas d’éclatement d’une cyberguerre. En 2016, des hackers ont pris le contrôle d’une usine de traitement de l’eau potable américaine et ont changé la composition chimique des produits utilisés pour purifier l’eau. La même année, des (...)

    #malware #hacking #FBI

  • John Chau, American Missionary, and the Uncontacted Tribe | GQ
    https://www.gq.com/story/john-chau-missionary-and-uncontacted-tribe


    Voici la triste histoire d’un jeune homme sérieux et doué qui a mis en danger l’existence d’une des dernières tribus vivant sans relations avec la civilisation capitaliste. Les détails de l’histoire font comprendre l’énorme danger auxquel nous sommes tous exposés à cause des croyances irrationnelles de la classe dominante étatsunienne.

    When a 26-year-old American missionary set out for a lush island in the Indian Ocean last year, it was with one objective in mind: to convert the uncontacted Sentinelese tribe, who had lived for centuries in isolation, free from modern technology, disease, and religion. John Chau’s mission had ambitions for a great awakening, but what awaited instead was tragedy.

    By Doug Bock Clark, August 22, 2019

    1. First Contact

    For 11 days in November 2018, John Chau lived mostly in darkness. While a cyclone thrashed the Bay of Bengal, Chau quarantined himself inside a safe house in the tropical backwater of Port Blair, India, never stepping outside to enjoy sunlight. The 26-year-old American missionary was hoping his body would finish off any lingering infections so that he wouldn’t sicken the Sentinelese, a hunter-gatherer tribe that he dreamed of converting to Christianity. They’d been isolated on their remote island for enough centuries that they’d never developed modern antibodies. Even the common cold could devastate them.

    During this retreat Chau kept his mountain climber’s body hard with triangle push-ups, leg tucks, and body squats. But it was his soul that he primarily fortified, with prayer and by reading a history of the tribulations faced by pioneering American missionaries in Southeast Asia, who were an inspiration to him. “God, I thank you for choosing me, before I was even yet formed in my mother’s womb, to be Your messenger of Your Good News,” he wrote in his diary. “May Your Kingdom, Your Rule and Reign come now to North Sentinel Island.”

    After the storm finally passed, a crew of local Christians hid Chau on their 30-foot open wooden boat and struck out under darkness for the most extreme outcrop of the Andaman archipelago, on a route presumably meant to resemble that of a normal fishing expedition. As they dodged other craft, Chau recorded, “The Milky Way was above and God Himself was shielding us from the Coast Guard and Navy patrols.” The Indian government bans contact with the Sentinelese as a way of protecting them from outsiders—and outsiders from them. The Sentinelese have maintained their independence by frequently repelling foreigners from their shoreline with eight-foot-long arrows.

    Bioluminescent plankton illuminated fish jumping “like darting mermaids” as the boat motored more than 60 miles. Sometime before 4:30 a.m., the crew noted three bonfires on a distant beach and then anchored outside the island’s barrier reef. While resting, eyes shut but not asleep, Chau had “a vision as I’ve never had one before,” of a meteorite—possibly representing himself—streaking toward a “frightening city with jagged spires,” seemingly Sentinel Island. Then “a whitish light filled [the city] and all the frightening bits melted away.” He couldn’t help wondering in his diary: “LORD is this island Satan’s last stronghold where none have heard or even had a chance to hear Your Name?”

    Dawn soon revealed a hut on a white-sand beach, backed by primordial jungle. Chau off-loaded from the fishermen’s boat a kayak and two waterproof cases jammed with wilderness survival supplies. He paddled a half mile in shallow water over dead coral, and as he approached shore, he heard women “looing and chattering.” Then two dark-skinned men, wearing little, if anything, ran onto the beach, shouting in a language spoken by no one on earth besides their tribe. They clutched bows, though they hadn’t yet strung arrows onto them.

    From his kayak, Chau yelled in English: “My name is John. I love you, and Jesus loves you. Jesus Christ gave me authority to come to you.” Then, offering a tuna most likely caught by the fishermen on the journey to the island, Chau declared: “Here is some fish!” In response, the Sentinelese socketed bamboo arrows onto bark-fiber bowstrings. Chau panicked. He flung the gift into the bay. As the tribesmen gathered it, he turned and paddled “like I never have in my life, back to the boat.”

    By the time he reached safety, though, his fear was already turning to disappointment. He swore to himself that he would return later that day. He had, after all, been planning for this moment since high school. It was his divine calling, he believed, to save the lost souls of North Sentinel Island.
    2. The Calling

    On the surface, John Chau enjoyed a normal 1990s childhood in a suburb of Portland, Oregon, playing soccer and performing charitable work with his church. Family photos show a chubby-cheeked boy grinning with his Chinese psychiatrist father in national parks, his American lawyer mother presumably behind the camera. But it wasn’t just those vacations that inspired his love of the wild. One day, while still in elementary school, Chau found a book in his dad’s downstairs study and wiped dust off its cover to reveal: Robinson Crusoe. The story of a solitary castaway on a tropical island hooked him on adventure tales.

    As Chau matured, he mastered the skills necessary to strike off on his own adventures in the rugged mountains just outside Portland, earning the equivalent of an Eagle Scout award from an evangelical version of the Boy Scouts. It wasn’t just a love of exploration that drove him. Wandering through mossy forests caused him to marvel at “the beautiful creation around us that we are all called to care for” and connected him to God, like the Old Testament prophets who found the Lord while alone in the wilderness.

    As posted on Instagram: Chau took public ferries to several outlying islands to test his kayak for his final trip to North Sentinel Island.

    Chau grew up Pentecostal, a charismatic Christian movement that is generally considered intensely evangelical and conservative. His mother wrote that she worked as a fund-raiser for organizations like Jerry Falwell’s Moral Majority and the Ethics and Public Policy Center, which describes itself as “Washington, D.C.’s premier institute dedicated to applying the Judeo-Christian moral tradition to critical issues of public policy,” and then for many years on the faculty at Oral Roberts University, a historically Pentecostal institution. It was during his junior year at a small Christian high school that he underwent that American evangelical rite of passage: a mission trip to Mexico. Sermonizing months later, as seen in a video uploaded to YouTube, Chau said the trip helped him realize, “We can’t just call ourselves Christians and then the next day just be like, Yeah, you know, let’s go to a party and get drunk and get high, whatever, get wasted, and live a lifestyle that’s totally against what Christ has called us to do. We actually have to do something.” The skinny teenager in an American Eagle polo reminds his listeners that one of Jesus’s commands was: “Therefore go and make disciples of all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit, and teaching them to obey everything I have commanded you.” This passage comes from what is known as the Great Commission, and it is a primary biblical justification for missionary work.

    Though overseas missions might seem a relic of the British Empire, America dispatches a significant number of missionaries abroad each year—approximately 127,000 in 2010, for example, according to the Center for the Study of Global Christianity. This number grew for decades because of American Protestantism’s emphasis on every believer’s responsibility to proselytize and the increasing ease of air travel, which has meant that spreading the Word internationally can be done over spring break. These factors have contributed to an explosion of self-regulated missionary groups that can seem practically freelance compared with the bureaucratized Catholic missionary orders of old. Chau would have likely believed missionary work “to be a divine obligation,” said Joshua Chen, a friend raised in a household with similar beliefs.

    Among some evangelicals, few missionaries are as celebrated as those who work with remote tribes. After returning from his high school trip to Mexico, Chau was surfing JoshuaProject.net, a website that catalogs unconverted peoples, and stumbled upon an entry for the Sentinelese. Today the site describes them as a “hostile” tribe that “need to know the Creator God exists.” Before long he was conjuring the islet on Google Maps, promising that he was going to bring the Sentinelese the Good News. His father, Patrick Chau, overheard him telling others this was his “calling,” but Patrick later wrote, “I hoped that he would be matured enough to rectify the fantasy before too late.”

    Indian anthropologists pass coconuts to the Sentinelese in 1991—one of the most notable attempts at contact to date.
    3. Satan’s Last Stronghold

    The Andamanese tribes, of which the Sentinelese are one, are “arguably the most enigmatic people on our planet,” according to a team of geneticists who published a paper in 2003 about trying to track their origins. The scientists found some evidence that they were part of the first wave of humans to reach Asia, more than 50,000 years ago—which makes sense, as their appearance is similar to that of Africans. But if that theory holds true, Asiatic peoples, who arrived later, eradicated their forebears, except for a remnant in the Andamans. This would mean that the estimated 50 to 200 surviving Sentinelese have been refugees since prehistory.

    Records from Roman, Arab, and Chinese traders, dating from the second century A.D., tell of Andamanese murdering sailors who put to shore looking for fresh water. In the 13th century, Marco Polo passed nearby and recorded from secondhand accounts that “they are a most cruel generation, and eat everybody that they can catch, if not of their own race,” though he was almost certainly wrong about the cannibalism. Consequently, most people who even knew about the Sentinelese were happy to avoid them until the British Empire established Port Blair, a penal colony for rebellious Indians, on nearby South Andaman Island.

    In 1879, the 19-year-old aristocrat Maurice Vidal Portman was charged with overseeing the Andamanese and—drawn by whatever impulse has moved young men across the ages—soon led an expedition to Sentinel Island. At first he and his soldiers freely roamed a jungle that was “in many places open and park like,” he wrote, and filled with “beautiful groves of bullet-wood trees.” Eventually they discovered some recently abandoned lean-tos and evidence that their inhabitants survived by hunting sea turtles, wild pigs, and fish, as well as by foraging fruits and roots. Portman, however, was not satisfied.

    After scouring the Manhattan-size island several times, and having glancing contact with the Sentinelese, the outsiders finally stumbled across an old Sentinelese man with his wife and child. The old man was tackled before he could fire his bow, and the whole family, along with three other Sentinelese children captured about the same time, was abducted back to Port Blair where Portman kept all of them in his house. (Over two ensuing decades of ostensibly civilizing the natives, Portman habitually photographed naked Andamanese captives, though it doesn’t seem that any of the disturbing pictures that survive are of the Sentinelese.) The old Sentinelese man and his wife rapidly died of sickness, and Portman eventually released the surviving children back to the island with gifts—and, perhaps, pathogens. “This expedition was not a success,” Portman wrote. “We cannot be said to have done anything more than increase their general terror of, and hostility to, all comers. It would have been better to have left the Islanders alone.”

    Some have speculated that Portman turned the Sentinelese against outsiders. Certainly his misadventures couldn’t have helped. But historical records suggest that the Sentinelese had isolated themselves long before Portman, perhaps because Southeast Asian kingdoms had raided them for slaves. Regardless, the Sentinelese violently maintained their independence until the British Empire collapsed, shortly after World War II, and the new Indian government eventually realized that some of its citizens didn’t even comprehend they were Indian.

    Consequently, in March 1974, a team of Indian anthropologists attempted to befriend the Sentinelese. As they approached the island, the anthropologists were guarded by policemen equipped with shields and shadowed by a film crew. The Indians had brought three Andamanese from a friendly tribe to interpret. “We are friends!” they shouted through a loudspeaker from a boat offshore. “We come in peace!” Evidence suggests the Sentinelese’s language has diverged from those of nearby tribes so much they are mutually unintelligible. But from about 80 yards away, one archer bent so far back that he seemed to aim at the sun, then launched an unmistakable reply. In a recording of that moment, an eight-foot bamboo shaft, with an iron nail lashed to its tip, plunges out of the heavens, ricochets off the boat’s railing, and into the water. When the camera refocuses, a Sentinelese man is pumping both fists in what is obviously a victory dance as the boat retreats.

    The anthropologists then motored up the coast, leaving coconuts, bananas, and plastic buckets on a deserted beach, and later watched as the Sentinelese carried away the offerings. But even that did not win over the tribe: The expedition was halted when the film director was wounded in the thigh by an arrow. When the anthropologists subsequently tried to leave even more gifts, the tribe immediately speared a bound live pig with their long arrows and buried it in the sand. A cotton doll left to test if they would let a human-shaped object cross their beach into the island’s interior suffered a similar fate.

    After that, anthropologists continued to make intermittent and unsuccessful visits to the island, and sometimes the outside world washed up on its shores. In 1981, a Panamanian freighter ran aground on the barrier reef during a storm. A few days later, a lookout spotted about 50 naked “wild men” waving bows and arrows on the beach. As described in The American Scholar, the crew then radioed the Regent Shipping Company’s Hong Kong office and begged for an airdrop of guns: “Worrying they will board us at sunset. All crew members’ lives not guaranteed.” Robert Fore, an American pilot who was working nearby, ended up landing a helicopter on the ship’s deck in high winds and plucking more than 30 sailors and their dog to safety. Fore had flown combat missions in Vietnam, he said, “but this was unique.” They left behind a ship’s worth of iron to be hammered into arrowheads, as well as tons of less useful chicken feed.

    The most recent contact of note was in 2006, when two Indian fishermen, believed to be drunk on palm wine, drifted ashore. Other poachers watched from outside the barrier reef as the Sentinelese hacked them to death with what were probably adzes, which an anthropologist has speculated that the tribe “must have endowed with magical power, to keep away the evil spirits.” When a helicopter investigated the deaths, archers drove it away, but not before rotor wind whipped sand off shallow graves—revealing a pair of corpses. After some time, the bodies were reportedly dug up and hung like scarecrows on bamboo poles, facing the sea.
    4. God’s University

    Chau learned this violent history while researching the tribe on his laptop. As he read on a missionary’s blog the summer after his freshman year of college: “The Sentinelese may be the greatest missions challenge anywhere!” Instead of being daunted, though, he appears to have tried to strike up a correspondence with the missionary, writing, “Hi! I genuinely believe that God has called me to go to the Sentinelese.”

    Chau was attending Oral Roberts University in Tulsa, Oklahoma. Oral Roberts, nicknamed “God’s University,” has the stated goal of fostering “evangelistic capability” in its students. In 2018, the school sent about a seventh of its student body abroad on missions. Chau enrolled in History of Missions, a course in which he learned, as a syllabus put it, “a people-to-people strategy working from within the culture” for proselytizing. According to Dan McCarthy, a friend who said he took the class and later went on a mission overseas with him, this meant: “You learn the culture of those people. You learn their language. You blend in, and then you hope you get a chance to share Jesus because they ask questions about how you’ve been modeling His love. You don’t go in and force it down their throats.”

    Putting theory into practice, Chau worked with the university’s Missions and Outreach department, under Bobby Parks, a boyishly handsome and enthusiastic 30-something. Chau helped Parks coach refugee children in soccer for Park’s not-for-profit organization and perform local missions. Parks would later describe on social media his mentorship of Chau as similar to how the older apostle Paul guided the younger Timothy. While at Oral Roberts University, Chau traveled twice to South Africa—once with Parks’s department and later to coach and teach “life values” at a Christian soccer academy, one of the countless institutions that accept short-term missionaries in the world-spanning evangelical travel industry. Chau also represented his faith closer to home. Nicole Hopkins, a university friend, said that when her sister was in the hospital for a year, John provided her with daily support but “never pushed the gospel on her during that season.” Hopkins said that a couple of years later “my sister became a Christian and she says John’s actions were a big part of her believing God is real.” Despite his conviction, Chau doesn’t seem to have been an in-your-face proselytizer; secular friends said he barely discussed religion with them. After these experiences, Chau wrote, “ORU missions gave me direction in my life.”

    Other than his dedication to missions, Chau was basically a typical college student, albeit at a school without frat parties. He had an affinity for root beer, discussed Jesus for hours, and signed a pledge to abstain from “unscriptural sexual acts, which include any homosexual activity and sexual intercourse with one who is not my spouse.” Even in such a God-fearing environment, Chau stood out for his piety, making Hopkins “question whether or not I was as sold out for Christ as I claimed to be,” as she later wrote on social media. Despite his conservative background, he was “hardly the stereotypical, Bible-thumping ‘fundamentalist,’ ” said a friend, who came out to him as homosexual. In a message responding to that revelation, Chau wrote, “I see people as people, sons and daughters of God as their identity,” and said he would be willing to bless his queer brothers as much as his straight brothers. Chau was “an introverted social butterfly,” said another friend—reserved at first, but forging many deep relationships over time. Hopkins wrote me: “I’ve never met a man who loved others so selflessly.” And yet whenever Chau could, he left the city of Tulsa—which he described as “relatively devoid of natural beauty”—for the spiritual solitude of the woods. He cultivated a backpacker vibe, sprinkling his speech with “stoked” and “rad,” and bulked up through constant athletic activity.

    Upon graduating with a degree in exercise science, in 2014, Chau led a third mission trip to South Africa for the department run by Parks. Then, according to his personal blog, it was on to an autonomous region in northern Iraq to organize soccer games in refugee camps for Parks’s organization. After the high of adventures like these, Chau settled into a one-year AmeriCorps contract on a disaster-preparedness team back in Oklahoma. Staring at the gray felt walls of his workspace in October, he Instagrammed, “Never thought I’d be working in a cubicle. #reallife #whereisthebreeze #tooquiet.” But as he waited out the dreary winter, Chau laid plans for the following summer that would eventually take him to the Andaman archipelago.

    When June arrived, Chau road-tripped across the States, anthems from the likes of Angels & Airwaves shaking his rattletrap car. In California he passed a month-long course to become a wilderness emergency medical technician that involved simulations with actors employing “tons of (fake) blood” and actual helicopters, which jazzed him with a “flood of adrenaline,” he wrote.

    Then, in August, as a final test to harden himself before India, he embarked on an ambitious 120-mile trek through the Northwest’s Cascade mountains with two friends. Chau had plotted a route through backcountry that proved impractical, so they ended up trailblazing for two days over mountains—until they found themselves with no way forward except downclimbing a dry yet slippery waterfall. He later said that as he descended, “I remember thinking about how strong the contrast was between the vibrant beauty and life seen in view,” referring to the mountainous panorama below, “and the stark potentiality of death lingering at every misstep.” It was the “scariest” thing he had ever done. But the realization of “how fragile life is” inspired his personal motto: “Make the most of every good opportunity today because you don’t know what’s going to happen tomorrow!”

    Soon after making it out of the woods, Chau boarded a plane for the Andaman archipelago.
    5. Giant Seeds

    Improbable as Chau’s calling seemed, there was an outside chance that he might befriend the Sentinelese, for it had almost happened once before. In 1967, Triloknath Pandit became the lead government anthropologist for the Andamans and promptly started depositing gifts on Sentinel’s beaches. Pandit said his project “wasn’t idle curiosity. Whatever knowledge we were able to obtain could help us protect [the Sentinelese]” and fight ignorant myths.

    For years the Sentinelese had remained hostile, as in 1974, when the film director was struck by the arrow. But after more semi-annual offerings, Pandit observed, in 1988, a “Sentinelese [who] started dancing with an adze in his hand” after presents were left on the beach. The next month, as Pandit and other anthropologists deposited bags of coconuts, some Sentinelese approached as close as ten yards. “All the Sentinelese took the gifts and expressed their joy through gestures,” he later wrote. “We reciprocated in kind.”

    In January 1991, expecting nothing unusual, Pandit dispatched a junior anthropologist, Madhumala Chattopadhyay, to help lead a gift drop—and was stunned when she reported that Sentinelese had waded out to the boat to accept the offerings. Perhaps, she suggested to me, her female presence had signaled that the researchers didn’t have warlike intentions. The next month, the horn of Pandit and Chattopadhyay’s boat echoed at dawn. Later that day, about a dozen Sentinelese splashed out to them. Soon, Pandit and others were standing in the water and passing out coconuts. There exists a photo in which Pandit, in sunglasses and a tank top, holds out a coconut to a naked Sentinelese man, who accepts it with a single hand. For a moment, modern citizen and hunter-gatherer, both, held the giant seed.

    Pandit was so exhilarated that he didn’t notice the lifeboat drifting off, making it look as if he intended to stay. Suddenly a Sentinelese youth pulled a knife from his bark belt and drew a circle with his other hand, as if saying, “I’m going to carve out your heart.” Pandit retreated and threw back an ornament of green leaves that had been given to him. The Sentinelese man tossed him a lifeboat oar that was floating nearby. The two worlds had once more separated. But Pandit was greatly encouraged and wrote in a trip report, “We felt we must carry a lot more coconuts on our future visits.”

    The next year, however, Pandit says, he struck mandatory retirement age. Perhaps feeling the Sentinelese were more trouble than they were worth, the government decided to forgo any future visits. “I regret not visiting them again,” Pandit told me in his apartment on the mainland. He was now in his 80s, and health problems meant that he was unlikely to ever return. “I think had we continued for another year or so, maybe they would have extended an invitation to come ashore.”
    6. An Incredible Adventure

    “My life becomes an incredible adventure when I follow the call of God,” Chau captioned an Instagram photo of himself riding a motorbike down a hectic street in October 2015, soon after arriving in the Andaman Islands. “I’m excited to see where He leads!” Foreigners are primarily allowed to shuttle between seedy Port Blair and a handful of resort beaches, as much of the island chain is reserved for four hunter-gatherer tribes, including the Sentinelese. But Chau quickly began testing the archipelago’s security. “John knew it was illegal,” said John Ramsey, a friend. “His facade was just that he was a traveling adventure tourist.” As Dependra Pathak, the director general of the Andaman police said, “He built the logistical support and friendships he needed during those trips.”

    Chau stayed in a $13-a-night hotel, with only a fan to stir the tropically hot air, and rode packed public buses to scuba-diving excursions, where he would question guides for more information that might help him get to Sentinel. Acquaintances of Chau’s—whose identities I have withheld, since the Indian police have asked them not to speak to journalists—described him as “enthusiastic” and “friendly.” He cultivated a wide network of contacts, from tourist guides to fishermen, and strove unsuccessfully to learn the Hindi language. Most importantly, he connected with the local Christian community, a minority in the Hindu nation. He preached at a local church and in social media posts thanked Oral Roberts’s Missions and Outreach department for teaching him to always have a sermon handy, tagging one of them “#relationshipbuilding #missions.” Parks, his former boss there, responded: “Praying for you Chau boy. Proud of you. Keep loving big.” (Parks did not respond to multiple requests for comment.) Chau was correct in his assumption that locals would eventually show him the way to Sentinel Island, but after several weeks his path there wasn’t yet clear. He would have to return the next year.

    For four years, Chau made annual visits to the Andamans, bringing gifts for a widening circle of friends until it felt like a “home away from home.” According to the Indian police and two local sources, he became close to “Alex,” a 28-year-old engineer who lived in Port Blair. Alex is Keralese, descended from a small sect of intensely Christian Indians who, tradition has it, were converted about two decades after the Crucifixion by the apostle Thomas, who’d sailed on a spice trader to southern India. At first, Alex warned Chau against his mission, but according to Indian police, Chau eventually won him over. (A lawyer for Alex said that charges had not yet been proven in court, and so the narrative of him helping Chau was “false for now.”) Alex introduced Chau to a small community of Karen, an ethnic minority from Myanmar who’d been converted to Christianity by American missionaries. During Chau’s second visit to the Andamans, in late 2016, he likely bused through the jungle reserve of a friendlier hunter-gatherer tribe, the Jarawa, to reach the remote Karen village on its outskirts. There lived the fishermen who would eventually ferry him to Sentinel Island. On returning home, Chau had an argument with his father about whether he was following the Scriptures in pursuing his missionary work. After that, they decided to “agree to disagree.”

    Now that he had an idea about how to get to Sentinel Island, Chau began to prepare with characteristic relentlessness for what he might do once he set foot on shore. A list written by Chau shows that in 2017 he read 47 missionary and anthropological books. In 2018 he read 65. He contacted several missionary organizations with reputations for supporting attempts to reach uncontacted peoples and missionaries who had actually done so, plumbing them for information. Chau even discussed with a missionary engineer using a drone to make contact, but he eventually decided it had to be done face-to-face. Any plans to make an attempt in 2017 may have been scuttled when he stepped too close to a large rattlesnake near the cabin he lived in while working at an environmental-science school in the California mountains. From his hospital bed he Instagrammed numerous shots of his grotesquely swollen foot, smeared in blood, tagging one of them #selfrescue.

    Chau was still rehabbing when he arrived that summer at the Canada Institute of Linguistics, which runs an intensive two-month training in how to translate the Bible into new languages. Fellow participant Kaleb Graves remembered, “[Chau] was the center of just about every conversation when he was comfortable,” and other aspiring missionaries were drawn to his “sense that every second was an adventure.” And yet Graves remembered that Chau also seemed “outside the norm” of the class, and they bonded while avoiding communal chapel and discussing how “all chapels feel exactly the same—you’ve heard that sermon, you’ve sung those songs—and you know time alone is the best way to encounter God.” Graves noted that Chau would often take long solitary hikes. “He seemed sort of lonely, despite everything,” Graves said. “If you think you have this one monumental divine task, but you can’t share it, you’ve got to cover up that loneliness, and maybe that’s why he was so friendly with everyone.” Chau’s friend Ramsey said, “John received a fair amount of attention from girls,” but “he didn’t want any romantic attachments because he was focused on his mission—and he was afraid that a heart could get broken.”

    Since Chau had acquired some basic tools to try to crack the Sentinelese language, there was just one more form of training he would undergo. Later that summer, when Chau visited Ramsey’s home, the two friends had a heart-to-heart. Ramsey asked him, “What are you going to do with your life, bro?” Though Chau had previously described his missionary hopes in general terms, now he explained his specific calling to the Sentinelese. Even more, he asked Ramsey and Ramsey’s mother, who was a trained editor, to look over his application to All Nations, an organization that supports missionaries targeting “neglected peoples” in places where such work can be illegal or dangerous. Chau had long known of All Nations: His first Oral Roberts mission trip to South Africa had also been supported by All Nations. Ramsey said there wasn’t any point in trying to dissuade Chau from going: “He’d already made the decision.”

    In the fall of 2017, Chau attended an All Nations program, one of the many unregulated missionary courses in America. As the New York Times reported, Chau’s training culminated with him hiking several hours through an area south of Kansas City. When he managed to track down a mocked-up tribal village, Americans dressed in secondhand clothes threatened him with spears and babbled an unintelligible language to simulate what he might experience on Sentinel Island. Chau distinguished himself as “one of the best participants in this experience that we have ever had,” the international executive leader of All Nations told the Times. (All Nations disputed the Times’ description of the event, explaining that no weapons were used and that it trained participants “to share the Good News of Jesus in a way that is cross-culturally sensitive,” but said that it had not raised its concerns directly with the newspaper.) Then he took one more preparatory trip to the Andamans, in early 2018.

    Finally, as autumn arrived that year, Chau said goodbye to his siblings and parents, knowing it could be for the last time. Since he first began to speak of going to Sentinel Island while in his teens, his parents had encouraged him to pursue medicine instead, or, failing that, to save souls in a less dangerous location. His father, Patrick, wrote in an essay about him, the existence of which was first reported by Outside, “John became the victim when my [influence],” of a more moderate Christianity, “failed to counter the irrational religious and glamorized ambition of adventures of exploration.” Patrick blamed John’s immersion in the “fanatical evangelical extreme” on professional troubles that damaged his ability to be a role model for John during his high school years. John’s elder brother and sister seem to have happily followed their father’s path into medicine and a moderate Christianity, but Patrick noted that John was always different from the more obedient pair. John may have also sought his own path outside the home because of his parents’ disharmony. Elkanah Jebasingh, an Indian friend, said that during visits John prayed for his parents’ strained marriage. John’s social media was replete with pictures of him hiking with his mother and fishing with his father, along with loving testimonies about both—but by the time of his final visit, after years of arguments, parents and son had become entrenched in their views. Patrick wrote me that before saying goodbye, John “did not have a sustained argument with me, but only a few words.” Then Patrick cited a Chinese proverb that translates as “When words get sour, adding words is useless.”

    On his way to India, Chau stopped in South Africa to see Casey Prince, an American ex–pro soccer player who ran the academy where Chau had coached during his first Oral Roberts missions. Chau had stayed in Prince’s house on two previous visits to South Africa, and the two became so close that Casey’s wife, Sarah Prince, claimed him as “family.” He admired the Princes for spending nearly a decade living in and ministering to Cape Town’s poorer communities, and now he sought their advice on integrating with the Sentinelese. When Chau had described his calling during previous visits, Casey had privately doubted whether his plan was possible, but “I now saw [John] was totally serious,” he said. They discussed how Chau would need to spend years learning the tribe’s language and culture, and then sensitively introduce them to the gospel. “The best-case scenario would be ‘I’ll see you and all my friends and family in ten years,’ ” Casey said. “Success would still be a huge sacrifice.” Chau also received counsel from a South African missionary, whom he calls “Pieter V.” in his diary, who regaled him with stories of eluding Indian authorities and who, Chau suggests elsewhere, successfully preached to the Jarawa tribe in the Andamans from 1997 to 2003.

    Chau’s final plan probably looked similar to a 27-step one laid out in a document that he had shared with confidants earlier that year. In the section “Initial Contact (2018),” Chau wrote he would overcome the Sentinelese’s mistrust with gifts and then communicate “my desire to stay with them…using pictures, drawings in sand, and/or drawings in waterproof notebook.” Once he had sufficiently learned the language and culture, he explained in section “Long-Term Contact (2018-?),” he would use “oral storytelling” to find “culturally applicable stories” that would “translate the Gospel into a context [the Sentinelese] can understand without Western cultural additions.” He hoped to identify and then convert a few influencers in the tribe, who would help him win over everyone else and lead an indigenous church. He even envisioned eventually dispatching them as missionaries to the Jarawa. “After all of the evangelism and discipleship has been passed on to local tribal believers,” he wrote in his “Exit Plan” section, he might paddle a “dugout canoe/kayak” to a beach near Port Blair. But if leaving the tribe seemed too likely to get him caught and expose everything, “I could potentially reside for the rest of my life on the islands.”

    Soon, Chau’s month of respite was finished. He sent a final email to a select group of supporters, saying goodbye, asking for prayers, and offering updates on his plans. Signing off, he described seeing outside of Cape Town a “horrific car crash” that had resulted in several corpses. “It was a stark reminder to me of how fragile our lives on earth are,” he wrote. Then he paraphrased Ephesians, “Use your time carefully…. Understand what the Lord Jesus wants you to do, and do it.” Throughout the letter, he sounds like a man who is confident he is fulfilling his destiny.

    “It was weird, to have your hugs and part ways with him saying, ‘I could arrive on the island and get shot with arrows,’ ” Casey said. “It makes you think of what it was like for people going off to war in the past.” Before Chau left, Sarah said, they had several conversations about how he had tried to “check his motives with God, asking ‘if I’m just being an adventure junkie, or rebelling, or a religious extremist.’ But he just kept feeling that this is what God was calling him to do.” They also discussed the fact that though “he loved and respected his family,” he was going against the wishes of his parents. “He knew they weren’t at peace,” said Sarah, “but he had peace at the end, leaving them—he had given it to God in his heart.” When they separated, Sarah felt divinely inspired to share a psalm with Chau: “I will not die, but live, and will proclaim what the Lord has done.”

    When Chau landed in Port Blair, in October, he likely already carried with him most of what he needed to go all the way: a collapsible kayak, two waterproof cases full of equipment—including fishing gear, medicine, multivitamins, and picture cards to help communicate—as well as gifts, like safety pins, that the Andaman police believe he chose by researching what offerings other hunter-gatherers had appreciated. Shortly after Chau’s own arrival, Parks, Chau’s former boss at Oral Roberts, and another evangelical friend from college met him at Alex’s “safe house” apartment.

    Police director Pathak believes the other Americans were there to “encourage [Chau] to feel enthusiasm” about the mission. They had timed their trip to see Chau off to North Sentinel, but once the cyclone spun up, they had to leave before the seas calmed. Chau waited out the bad weather. According to Pathak, Chau then paid the five Karen fishermen about $350, a windfall in a country where a billion people survive on less than $5.50 a day, to sneak him out to sea at night. The next morning the Sentinelese rebuffed Chau’s first attempt to save them.
    7. The Biblical Shield

    “I felt some fear, but mainly was disappointed they didn’t accept me right away,” Chau wrote in his diary on returning to the Karen’s boat. But after a quick meal of fresh-caught fish, rice, and dal, he paddled about a mile up the coast. Once he was out of sight of the Sentinelese, he buried his larger waterproof case so he would have a secret stash of supplies should the tribe accept him. Then he returned to the fishermen’s boat and outfitted his kayak with two more gift fish; his waterproof Bible; his second, smaller waterproof case; and his “initial contact response kit”—which included dental forceps, to pull arrows from his body, and a chest-seal bandage. Then he paddled back to the island.

    As he neared the beach, he heard shouts and drumming. From the sand, about six Sentinelese began yelling at him in a language full of high-pitched b, p, l, and s sounds, seemingly led by a man wearing a crown of flowers and standing on a tall coral rock. Chau stayed offshore, trying to keep out of arrow range, and parroted their words. They burst out laughing most of the time, meaning the phrases were probably bad or insulting, Chau thought.

    Eventually, two men traded their bows for paddles and approached him in a dugout canoe. He dropped the fish into the waves and backed away. The men detoured to grab them. Chau discerned increasing friendliness from the tribespeople, and so he paddled very close to land as more Sentinelese arrived—most unarmed, though one boy wielded a bow with a nocked arrow. Chau kept waving his hands to signal, unsuccessfully, for the kid to disarm. The wind had nudged Chau’s kayak into the shallows. The canoe slid in behind Chau, cutting off his escape. Chau threw the two paddlers a shovel as a gift, but one of them still clutched his bamboo knife. The kid with the bow and nocked arrow approached. Chau figured this was it. So he disembarked to show that he, too, had two legs. Then he preached to them from Genesis, likely reading from his waterproof Bible.

    Chau found himself inches from the Sentinelese man who didn’t have a knife. The hunter-gatherer stood about Chau’s height—five feet six—and had yellowish clay smeared in circles on his face. Chau noted a fly land on the man’s cheek. Hastily, Chau handed over his gifts and, in his rush, gave the tribespeople essentially everything he had. Surely, the Sentinelese couldn’t help but be moved by his good intentions?

    Then things started happening confusingly fast. The men grabbed the kayak and made off with it. The boy suddenly fired his bow. Miraculously, the arrow struck the waterproof Bible that Chau was holding, saving him.

    Chau grabbed the arrow and felt the sharpness of the nail-like arrowhead. He retreated, shouting and stumbling. The Sentinelese let him wade over the submerged dead coral. He swam nearly a mile back to the boat, thinking in his panic that rocks in the bay were pursuing canoes. Back on board, he confronted the fact that he had lost his kayak and had no access to any of his supplies. Though, he journaled, “I’m grateful that I still have the written Word of God.” Chau now had to make a momentous choice alone. “It’s weird—actually no, it’s natural: I’m scared. There, I said it,” he wrote in his diary, his handwriting becoming increasingly agitated. “I DON’T WANT to Die! Would it be wiser to leave and let someone else continue?”
    8. The First One to Heaven

    The sun smoldered on the waves. Chau prayed. Practically anyone else would have asked the fishermen to return to Port Blair, but judge the situation from Chau’s point of view. He considered the Sentinelese to be living in “Satan’s last stronghold” and destined for hell unless he rescued them for heaven. To him, there could have been no greater act of love than risking his life to save them from eternal torment. Even more, according to police director Pathak, he indicated to the fishermen that the arrow striking the Bible was a sign of God’s protection. “John assumed that they wouldn’t automatically welcome him and that the only way to win them over was to be like, ‘I’m here, and I’m not going away,’ ” said Casey Prince, his mentor in South Africa. And if Chau gave up now, he was unlikely to get another chance.

    Chau knew he could perish if he returned to shore, and he was prepared for that. As Jim Elliot, a missionary whom Chau idolized, said, “He is no fool who gives what he cannot keep to gain what he cannot lose.” Like many evangelicals, Chau grew up celebrating Elliot, whose widely publicized story helped launch, in the late 1950s, the missionary boom that is still ongoing today. It is uncanny how closely Chau followed Elliot’s footsteps. They grew up miles from each other, hiked the same mountains, and formed convictions as teenagers that they were called to uncontacted tribes. Shortly after graduating from college, Elliot was lanced to death by an Ecuadoran tribe infamous for killing outsiders. However, after a few years, Elliot’s widow and other missionaries converted some of the tribesmen who slew Elliot—leading many evangelicals to declare the original mission a success. Should he die at the hands of the Sentinelese, Chau may have reasoned, he would simply be following Elliot’s example—and that of the original missionary, Jesus Christ.

    But it’s also doesn’t seem that Chau viewed confronting the Sentinelese again as seeking martyrdom. “I can say explicitly that John wasn’t on a suicide mission,” said Jimmy Shaw, who taught the History of Missions Class taken by Chau at university, remained close to him, and was privy to his plans. “He was a person of faith. If he died, then he died. But he was a believer, and he believed he was going to get the chance to share the gospel with those who’d never otherwise have a chance to hear it. And that was the risk worth taking.” The mission plan he had shared with supporters also included his return. And not long before, he had told Sarah Prince that he hoped one day to have children and a family like hers, “if God wants it for me.”

    Though the odds of success may have seemed daunting, after overcoming so many previous challenges, Chau may have thought he could beat this one, too, by himself. Or he may have hoped for a miracle. Pentecostalism, the Christian movement Chau grew up in, gets its name from the miracle of the Pentecost, when the Holy Spirit empowered the apostles to convert foreigners by preaching in their languages. After baptism, many Pentecostalists speak in what they believe are similarly divinely inspired “tongues,” and they celebrate stories of modern missionaries performing Pentecost-like miracles. Chau’s friend McCarthy, who is now a Pentecostal minister, said, “He definitely had the gift of speaking in tongues,” though it is unclear if Chau thought that gift would manifest in this context.

    And, ultimately, converting the tribe may have been only of secondary importance to Chau. For many evangelicals, trying to discern every twist and turn of God’s master plan is impossible and presumptuous. Instead, the best a believer can do is follow what directives they can grasp. “To John, the measure of success has always been obedience,” said Hopkins, his friend. And Shaw described a video, which he believed was likely meant to be shared only if Chau did not return, in which Chau declared that the measure of a person was their obedience to Christ. So if John had felt God wanted him to go, then he would have gone.

    Whatever Chau’s final reasoning, as afternoon descended into evening, he wrote in his diary, “LORD let Your will be done. If you want me to get actually shot or even killed with an arrow, then so be it. I think I could be more useful alive though, but to You, God, I give all the glory of whatever happens.”

    Watching the sun burn out, Chau was moved to tears and wondered if “it’ll be the last sunset I see before being in the place where the sun never sets.” He described intensely missing his family, friends, and Parks, and wished there was “someone I can talk to and be understood.” He finished his thoughts for the day: “Perfect LOVE casts out fear. LORD Jesus, fill me with Your perfect love for these people!”

    The next morning, after a “fairly restful sleep” on the boat, he wrote, “I hope this isn’t my last notes but if it is, to God be the glory.” He stripped down to his black underpants, as Pandit had taken off his clothes so as not to spook the naked Andaman tribes. Then he stroked toward land.

    The fishermen motored out to sea, as Chau had requested. Pieter V., the missionary whom Chau had consulted in South Africa, had told him that he believed that the Jarawa tribe didn’t kill him when he landed because he had no boat. Chau also didn’t want the fishermen to have to witness him possibly being slaughtered. The fishermen carried away Chau’s diary and two letters, one of which was to Alex. “I think I might die,” Chau confessed in it. But he comforted his friend: “I’ll see you again, bro—and remember, the first one to heaven wins.”

    The next day, the fishermen returned to the island. They motored along the coast, searching for signs of Chau.

    Eventually they spotted something on the beach. They looked closer. It was a body in black underpants. And it was being dragged by the Sentinelese, with a rope tied around its neck.
    9. A Strenuous Case

    When I met police director Pathak in his office this summer, he described the situation as “a very, very strenuous case.” According to him, after discovering the body, the fishermen had rushed back to Port Blair and, crying, turned over Chau’s journal and letters to Alex. Alex then contacted Parks, who in turn informed Chau’s mother. Chau’s mother then alerted the U.S. Consulate General in India, which contacted the Andaman police. In the subsequent investigation, Pathak had to decide: Could a people who didn’t recognize laws be prosecuted under them? Should Chau’s remains be recovered? Chau had written, “don’t retrieve my body,” and Chau’s family posted on his Instagram account, “We forgive those supposedly responsible for his death.” So Pathak decided the rights of the “uncontacted group needed to be respected.”

    But though Chau was beyond the laws of this world, the fishermen and Alex were soon imprisoned, before being released on bail. The lawyer representing them said that the punishment of his clients was “not fair,” as Chau went to the island of his own free will, and noted that Chau must not have thought about how the subsequent legal troubles would “badly affect” their lives. According to Pathak, the Indian police had also begun the bureaucratic process to request American assistance to talk to Parks.

    The sufferings of Alex and the fishermen was the last thing that Chau would have wanted: He worried deeply that they could be harmed should his mission go awry. In his final email to supporters, he directed that if he perished they should tell the media, “I am simply an ‘adventurer’…and please do not mention the real reason for why I went to the island.” This was to lessen the chances of “persecution of local area Christians, [and] the imprisonment of the local team members.” He explained that he had built a website and Instagram account that looked like those of an adventure bro to throw people off the trail. Instead of desiring posthumous Elliot-like fame, he preferred to be remembered as a fool.

    As Chau had predicted, when the story of his death spread worldwide, in November 2018, the criticism of him was fierce. Much of it followed the red herrings he had left, but information about his missionary purpose came out soon enough, once the fishermen confessed. Pandit, the anthropologist, said, “I felt sad that the young man should lose his life, but this was a foolish thing to do.” In the news, some commentators characterized his attitude as “puritanical, prejudiced, and patronizing.” Survival International, an NGO that advocates for uncontacted tribes, declared, “The Sentinelese have shown again and again that they want to be left alone, and their wishes should be respected.” The organization warned that by supposedly saving the tribe, Chau might have ended up destroying them.

    The Andaman tribes numbered about 5,000 people when the British arrived, but today only a few hundred remain. These survivors are wracked with measles and consumed by alcohol, subjected to “human safaris” by tourists, and have increasingly become dependent on government handouts. When I joined a hundred-car convoy through the jungle reserve of the Jarawa tribe, crossing between Port Blair and another town, I saw 11 Jarawa squatting on the roadside and staring at the traffic as if watching TV.

    This was “the danger of contact” that had made Pandit “worried about the future” when he first handed the coconut to the Sentinelese back in 1991, despite his simultaneous excitement at the meeting. Pandit knew the poisonous fruit that seed could bear, because he had already led the acculturation of a Jarawa clan. In the mid-1970s he felt he had no choice; they were fatally ambushing settlers on the outskirts of Port Blair. He won their trust with gifts and then lived with them for stints before imposing government oversight. When I interviewed him this year, however, he clearly thought they had suffered from the decades of contact. “Once, they laughed so much more than us,” he said. He thinks that the Sentinelese probably have had a happy life, similar to that of the Jarawa, before his arrival, easily fulfilling their needs in their tropical Eden. Hunter-gatherers are often called “the original affluent society,” as anthropologists have found they average only three to five hours of work a day, are more egalitarian, and have fewer mental health issues. (Although it is important not to romanticize their shorter life spans and other disadvantages.) Ultimately it’s not that Pandit thinks the Sentinelese should be barred from modernizing, only that they have the human right to choose whether to do so—and they have conscientiously objected. “Change should be for the better,” Pandit said. “But if we as an external force bring the change, are we sure we are helping?”

    Though the Sentinelese have no knowledge of what has happened outside their barrier reef, they seem to have intuited Pandit’s fears. And they have adopted a defensive strategy that has preserved them as one of the approximately 100 uncontacted groups still abiding on earth.
    10. A Rebellious People

    As harshly as some individuals criticized Chau, I was struck by how often people who knew him described him as a considerate, capable young man. Even those who didn’t agree with his final actions grieved. As Nathan Fairchild, his boss at the environmental camp in California, told me through tears: “There’s a tendency when people pass away to knight them, but even when John was living, everyone would have praised him the same way.”

    Many evangelicals were outspoken in celebrating his sacrifice. “There was no colonial intention,” said Ramsey, Chau’s friend. “[John’s] motivation was love for these people.… I think he’s up there in heaven.” Oral Roberts University released a statement that concluded: “We are not surprised that John would try to reach out to these isolated people in order to share God’s love. We are deeply saddened to hear of his death.” Parks, Chau’s boss, wrote on social media that Chau was “one of the best and most selfless human beings there ever was.” Many Christians spoke of being inspired to do missions themselves—missions that might reach all the way to Sentinel Island. On the Facebook page “I Admire John Allen Chau,” a post described a young American declaring at a missionary conference, “I am called to go to the people JOHN Allen Chau tried to reach.” Ramsey said, “I could see John as a modern Jim Elliot, someone who made a greater impact in death than life.” At All Nations’ annual fund-raiser in April 2019, the organization celebrated Chau and featured as the keynote speaker the grandson of a missionary pilot who perished alongside Elliot.

    And yet not all Christians supported Chau’s actions, including many prominent evangelicals, such as the president of the Southern Baptist Theological Seminary. “Christian missionary work has evolved over the ages, and it is now profoundly important for missionaries to be sensitive to the culture of the people they are sent to,” said Ben Witherington III, a professor at Asbury Theological Seminary in Kentucky. “Chau is a pretty classic example of how not to do missions in the 21st century.” Some field missionaries criticized Chau as insensitive, ineffective, and even ignorant of biblical directives. As Mark 6:11 commands: “And if any place will not welcome you or listen to you, leave that place and shake the dust off your feet as a testimony against them.” The detractors and supporters of Chau often seemed to be screaming past one another about different realities. Where some people saw a sensitive missionary prepared by years of training, others saw an overconfident, underprepared young American cheered to his death by his mentors.

    One recent afternoon, while pondering all this, I flipped open an edition of the waterproof Bible that had stopped the arrow the Sentinelese boy had fired at Chau. He recorded the verses that the shaft broke on, which conclude in Isaiah 65:1–65:2: “I am sought of them that asked not for me; I am found of them that sought me not: I said, Behold me, behold me, unto a nation that was not called by my name. I have spread out my hands all the day unto a rebellious people, which walketh in a way that was not good, after their own thoughts.”

    While Chau didn’t record if he interpreted the “rebellious people” as the Sentinelese or if the verse impacted his decision to return to the island once again, it’s telling he swam ashore the next morning. And yet Witherington, the Asbury seminary theologian, who has written a book about deciphering Isaiah, said, “I don’t dismiss Chau’s sincerity or sacrifice, but the question is whether he interpreted Isaiah rightly—and the answer for that, I think, is clearly no.” Two more theologians confirmed that in the above passage, the “rebellious people” are actually those inside the church, as God is criticizing the Israelites for worshipping false idols.

    In all my months of reporting, I never found any evidence that Chau even once questioned his calling. His certainty was so absolute that he was willing to bet not only his life on it but the lives of the Sentinelese. (Multiple doctors have stated that his self-quarantine wouldn’t have worked.) But one inscrutable thing about religion is that while it offers definitive answers, believers draw different answers from the same words, and often different answers throughout their lives.

    Patrick Chau, John’s father, was born in China, endured six years of forced labor harvesting rice during Mao’s Cultural Revolution, escaped to the United States, studied medicine at Oral Roberts University, which John would attend, and eventually brought John up evangelical. But during a weeks-long correspondence with me, Patrick described how over the past decade he had begun to find biblical truths in the Confucianism of his youth. He came to believe that the commonalities undergirding world religions meant that people “not following Western religious terms could still be following the teachings of the Bible.” In this context, he decided, “the theology of the Great Commission”—of missions—“is the byproduct of Western colonization and imperialization, and not Biblical teaching at all.” He wrote, “I have no common opinion in faith with my youngest.” John “was not there yet.”

    I wrote back: “But it seems you think that he would have come to that realization, in time?”

    “Eventually,” Patrick answered. “I hoped.”

    The central message of Jesus and Confucius that he tried to get his son to accept was: “Fairness. Do unto others as you would have done unto you. It is the only standard of right and wrong in the whole Bible.”

    The morning of his death, Chau wrote his final letter, addressed to his parents and siblings: “You guys might think I’m crazy in all this but I think it’s worth it to declare Jesus to these people. Please do not be angry at them or at God if I get killed.” He concluded: “I love you all and I pray none of you love anything in this world more than Jesus Christ.” He signed it with a scrawl that looks a lot like “JC.”
    11. Christlike Love

    We can’t know precisely what happened when Chau encountered the Sentinelese for the final time. Shortly after reports of Chau’s death, his mother told the Washington Post that she still believed he was alive because of “my prayers.” She later declined my interview requests, explaining to acquaintances that she preferred to let Chau tell his own story when he returned. Patrick concluded his essay memorializing John: “This is [the] riddle of life I cannot see through now,” and then paraphrased a verse from the Book of Job: “The Lord gave and the Lord has taken away. Blessed be the name of the Lord.”

    Chattopadhyay, the anthropologist, speculated that when Chau emerged from the lagoon, the tribe would have likely warned him with “utterances and hand gestures” to go away, fearing “he would try to enslave them.” Pandit added, “The Sentinelese don’t go out of their way to do violence.… But of course he couldn’t understand.”

    And so Chau crossed the line in the sand that the Sentinelese hadn’t even let a foreign doll transgress all those years ago. And of course they shot him.

    A skilled hunter doesn’t aim for an instant kill with a relatively fragile bamboo arrow tipped with an iron nail—the human brain and heart are small targets and encased in bone.

    No, the projectile would have been aimed at Chau’s large and soft gut. Once he was crippled, the Sentinelese would have charged in, wielding their long arrows like spears.

    But before then, Chau would have had time to confront the fact that he was going to die.

    And I have faith that he welcomed his killers with Christlike love.

    Doug Bock Clark is a GQ correspondent.

    A version of this story originally appeared in the September 2019 issue with the title “Contact.”

    #christianisme #mission #proselytisme #impérialisme #USA #Inde

  • La #CNPT publie son #rapport sur l’accompagnement des #rapatriements sous contrainte par la voie aérienne

    Dans son rapport publié aujourd’hui, la Commission nationale de prévention de la torture (CNPT) présente les #recommandations relatives aux 33 transferts par la #police et aux 47 #rapatriements_sous_contrainte par la voie aérienne qu’elle a accompagnés entre avril 2018 et mars 2019. La Commission juge satisafaisant l’évolution en matière d’entravement préventif, mais estime inadéquates certaines pratiques policières qui persistent. Finalement, la Commission dresse un bilan général de la #détention_administrative de mineurs et présente ses principales conclusions.

    Pratiques policières jugées inadéquates

    Alors même que la Commission accueille favorablement les améliorations s’agissant notamment du recours à l’entravement préventif lors du transport et de l’organisation au sol, elle continue à observer des pratiques policières qu’elle juge problématiques, en particulier le port de la cagoule et l’utilisation de la chaise roulante. Dans son rapport, elle rappelle aux autorités de renoncer par principe à toute forme de contrainte, et de limiter une application aux cas qui présentent un danger imminent pour leur propre sécurité ou celle d’autrui. Par ailleurs, elle juge particulièrement préoccupant les entravements observés en présence d’enfants.

    Détention administrative de mineurs

    La Commission a procédé à un receuil au niveau de tous les cantons suisses relatif à la situation des mineurs migrants ayant fait l’objet d’une #mesure_de_contrainte en application du droit des étrangers entre 2017 et 2018 et présente une analyse de la pratique cantonale à la lumière des normes internationales et nationales pertinentes. La Commission relève positivement que sept cantons renoncent à toute forme de détention ou de placement de mineurs étrangers et salue par ailleurs que trois cantons (Argovie, Valais et Zurich) aient pris des mesures visant à renoncer à toute forme de détention administrative de mineurs à la suite du rapport publié en juin 2018 par la Commission de gestion du Conseil national (CdG-N). En revanche, elle juge problématique au regard du respect des droits de l’enfant que des mineurs aient été détenus durant la période examinée, dans certains cas pour des durées de séjour particulièrement longues dans des établissements qu’elle juge inadéquats pour accueillir des mineurs. Elle recommande aux autorités de renoncer à la détention administrative de mineurs accompagnés ou non-accompagnés, et de privilégier des mesures alternatives respectueuses de l’intérêt supérieur de l’enfant et de l’unité familiale.

    https://www.nkvf.admin.ch/nkvf/fr/home/publikationen/newsarchiv/2019/2019-07-04.html
    #renvois #vol_spécial #expulsions #Suisse #migrations #réfugiés #déboutés #mineurs #rétention #rétention_de_mineurs

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    Quelques extraits sélectionné par un ami/ancien collègue :

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  • Divagation animale : l’Etat annonce de nouvelles mesures - France 3 Corse ViaStella
    https://france3-regions.francetvinfo.fr/corse/corse-du-sud/ajaccio/divagation-animale-etat-annonce-nouvelles-mesures-17139


    Accidents de la route, et dégâts matériels importants, pour les habitants comme pour les élus et les administrations, les animaux en divagation sont un problème épineux.
    © PAUL-STEFANI Jacques / FTViaStella

    Ils font le bonheur des touristes mais sont la source de nombreux dangers. Face au problème de divagation animale persistant, la préfecture de Corse a décidé de la mise en œuvre de nouvelles mesures. Parmi elles, un abattage sur décision administrative des bêtes non-identifiées.
    […]
    Quant à cette jolie place du village, parfaite pour une promenade digestive ou un jogging entre amis, la municipalité est contrainte de la garder fermée. Sans quoi elle finirait « pleine de bouses de vaches ».

    Au delà de l’aspect peu ragoûtant pour les villageois, il y a aussi le prix à payer par les contribuables pour financer le nettoyage et les réparations, rappelle la mairesse.

    Et plus inquiétant encore, un problème « de santé publique » : « ce sont quand même des bêtes non-immatriculées qui ne vont jamais voir le vétérinaire » explique Joselyne Mattei Faizi.
    […]
    La préfecture de Corse évalue aujourd’hui qu’entre 15 000 à 25 000 animaux sont en divagation dans toute l’île.

    Face au ras-le-bol des municipalités et habitants, et pour limiter les accidents, Etat, région, communes et professionnels de l’agriculture ont décidé de travailler ensemble à une solution pour limiter cette divagation animale.

    Le sujet, épineux, revient chaque année autour de la table, mais cette année, les pouvoirs publics l’assurent : ils sont bien décidés à prendre, littéralement, le taureau par les cornes.

    Parmi les différentes mesures avancées, on relève notamment l’abattage sur décision administrative de tous les animaux qui n’auront pas pu être formellement identifiés.

  • Trump’s bid to buy Greenland shows that the ‘scramble for the Arctic’ is truly upon us | World news | The Guardian
    https://www.theguardian.com/world/2019/aug/24/trump-greenland-gambit-sad-sign-arctic-up-for-grabs

    Donald Trump’s cack-handed attempt to buy Greenland, and the shirty response of Denmark’s prime minister, provoked amusement last week. But it was mostly nervous laughter. The US intervention shone a cold light on a rapidly developing yet neglected crisis at the top of the world – the pillage of the Arctic.

    Like the late 19th-century “scramble for Africa”, when European empires expanded colonial control of the continent’s land mass from 10% to 90% in 40 years, the Arctic region is up for grabs. As was the case then, the race for advantage is nationalistic, dangerously unregulated, and harmful to indigenous peoples and the environment.

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    #arctique #climat #ressources_naturelles #géopolitique

    • The US navy is reportedly planning Arctic “#freedom_of_navigation” operations similar to those in the South China Sea, using assets from the US 2nd Fleet that was relaunched last year to raise America’s profile in the North Atlantic and Arctic. Nato, to which five Arctic nations belong, is also taking an increased interest in the “security implications” of China’s activities, its secretary-general, Jens Stoltenberg, said this month. All this increases the risk of conflict.

      China’s main focus at present is not military but on energy and resources, via investment in Arctic countries. In addition to Russian natural gas, it is prospecting for minerals in Greenland and has agreed a free-trade deal with Iceland to increase fish imports. It refers to the NSR as the “#polar_silk_road” and there is talk of linking it to Beijing’s pan-Asian belt and road initiative.

      Yet like any other country, where China’s business interests lead, enhanced military, security and geopolitical engagement will surely follow. Strategic competition by the Great Powers, greed for resources, a lack of legal constraints – and the aggravating impact all this new activity will have on the climate crisis – suggest the 21st century “scramble for the Arctic” can only end badly.

      #FoN
      #OBOR #route_de_la_soie_polaire

  • Revue de presse du 15.08 au 24.08.19
    https://collectiflieuxcommuns.fr/?672-revue-de-presse-semaine-du

    « Ces incendies en Amazonie ne sont pas nouveaux »

    23 août 1939, le pacte Hitler-Staline : une date que la moitié de l’Europe n’oublie pas

    Face au « séparatisme islamiste » qui menace l’unité de la France, la tentation de « l’autonomie relative »...

    Face à Trump, la gauche américaine n’a pas de programme cohérent

    Climat : la croissance végétale en panne sèche

    Une nouvelle géopolitique en Méditerranée ?

    Russie : « L’amour du peuple pour le régime ne reviendra pas »

    Espace « Schengen » : le Marocain, cet indésirable migrant de l’Union européenne

    Municipales : quelles perspectives de victoire pour le Rassemblement national ?

    Sans prise en compte de l’histoire, la guerre du Sahel ne pourra pas être gagnée

    Crachats, insultes, coups de poing… les pompiers épuisés par la hausse des violences

    Les ambitions expansionnistes du président Xi Jinping consacrent la domination de la Chine d’Asie jusqu’en Afrique. Avant l’Occident ?

    Bonus

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    Présentation/Archives/Abonnement

  • Deux drones israéliens tombent dans la banlieue sud de Beyrouth, bastion du Hezbollah - L’Orient-Le Jour
    https://www.lorientlejour.com/article/1183900/deux-drones-tombent-dans-la-banlieue-sud-de-beyrouth-bastion-du-hezbo

    Un drone israélien est tombé dimanche peu avant l’aube et un second a explosé peu avant de toucher sol dans la banlieue sud de Beyrouth, bastion du Hezbollah, selon l’armée libanaise. L’incident, le premier de ce type en plus de 10 ans, intervient quelques heures après des frappes israéliennes en Syrie voisine.

    • tombent tout seuls ? …
      et l’un d’entre eux détone à quelques dizaine de mètres du centre des médias du Hezbollah

      Un drone israélien est tombé dimanche peu avant l’aube et un second a explosé peu avant de toucher sol dans la banlieue sud de Beyrouth, bastion du Hezbollah, selon l’armée libanaise. L’incident, le premier de ce type en plus de 10 ans, intervient quelques heures après des frappes israéliennes en Syrie voisine.

      « Le 25 août 2019, à 2h30 du matin, deux drones appartenant à l’ennemi israélien ont violé l’espace aérien libanais au dessus du secteur de Mouawad, dans le quartier al-Madi, situé dans la banlieue sud de Beyrouth. Le premier est tombé et le deuxième a explosé dans les airs, ne causant que des dégâts matériels », indique un communiqué de l’armée libanaise publié dans la matinée. La police militaire s’est saisie de l’enquête sur cet incident. Le commissaire du gouvernement auprès du tribunal militaire, Peter Germanos, s’est rendu sur les lieux en fin de matinée.

      Un correspondant de l’AFP avait entendu une grande explosion dans la banlieue sud. A quelques dizaines de mètres seulement d’un centre médiatique du Hezbollah, il a ensuite pu voir les forces de sécurité libanaises former un cordon autour d’un périmètre pour empêcher des centaines de résidents de s’approcher. Les services de sécurité du Hezbollah étaient également présents.

      Le responsable des relations média du Hezbollah, Mohammad Afif, a indiqué à l’Agence nationale d"information (Ani, officielle) que le deuxième drone, « chargé d’explosifs », a détoné, causant d’"importants dommages" dans le centre des médias du Hezbollah. Selon l’Ani, trois personnes y ont été légèrement blessées. « Le premier drone est en possession du Hezbollah qui va l’analyser », a ajouté M. Afif, affirmant que l’appareil n’avait pas été abattu par le parti chiite.

  • « Sur les violences sexuelles, je me sens désemparée »
    https://lesjours.fr/obsessions/violences-femmes-travail/ep7-inspectrices-travail

    Des inspectrices du travail déplorent le manque de temps et de formation à leur disposition pour traiter les cas de harcèlement sexuel.

    Au moment de #MeToo, j’ai entendu une salariée harcelée sexuellement raconter son histoire à la radio. Elle expliquait : “L’inspection du travail m’a dit qu’elle ne pouvait rien faire pour moi.” Si on est passés à côté de ça, on ne remplit pas notre mission. » L’amertume est palpable. Comme plusieurs autres de ses collègues que Les Jours ont rencontrées, Sophie Poulet, inspectrice du travail et secrétaire nationale du syndicat SUD, regrette que l’institution qu’elle représente ne soit « pas forcément repérée comme un acteur-clé » dans les enquêtes sur des situations de harcèlement et ne soit pas plus sollicitée sur le sujet.

    #femmes #travail #violence_masculine #discrimination

  • Prison ferme pour de jeunes Allemands fichés « ultra-gauche » interpellés avant le G7
    https://www.les-crises.fr/prison-ferme-pour-de-jeunes-allemands-fiches-%e2%80%89ultra-gauche%e2%80%

    Le nouveau monde… Source : Ouest-France, AFP, 24-08-2019 Policiers français et espagnols contrôlent les abords de Biarritz, à la veille du sommet du G7. En marge du G7, trois ressortissants allemands ont été interpellés et condamnés par la justice dans la foulée. Le trio est soupçonné d’avoir voulu participer à des actions violentes. Trois Allemands de 18 à 22 ans, soupçonnés d’appartenir à la mouvance d’« ultra-gauche » et interpellés à trois jours du G7 de Biarritz en France, ont été condamnés vendredi à deux et trois mois de prison ferme, avec interdiction du territoire français.Lire la suite

  • « Mon frère, ce bourreau » : la lettre d’Alexandre à son frère Yann Moix
    http://www.leparisien.fr/culture-loisirs/mon-frere-ce-bourreau-la-lettre-d-alexandre-a-son-frere-yann-moix-24-08-2

    Je n’ai pas de frère.

    Je suis le « mec qui habitait en même temps que Yann chez ses parents ». « Un médiocre ». « Une entité génétique similaire qui se balade quelque part sur Terre ». « Un raté ». Dernièrement, un « néo-nazi » ! Le sérail m’informe régulièrement des fulgurances moixiennes de mon frère à mon sujet…

    « Ton frère te voue une haine infinie », m’a récemment confié un de ses plus vieux amis. Je l’ai toujours su au fond, mais sa confirmation est une gifle. Cinglante. Ma naissance, 4 ans après la sienne, aura donc été son chaos. La fin de son monde. Je serais venu sur Terre uniquement pour achever son règne. J’aurais, paraît-il, enfanté son malheur. Ma naissance n’aura été qu’un putsch.

    Devenu adulte, j’ai longtemps déploré son absence mystérieuse et inexpliquée ; son silence, brutal, long, obscur. J’ai d’abord essayé de les comprendre, de les disséquer, d’en chercher les fondements. De guerre lasse. Je suis devenu un spectateur occasionnel, abasourdi de ses outrances, de ses mauvaises humeurs médiatiques, de ses prises de positions fielleuses, de sa harangue belliqueuse. Le soi-disant sniper est en fait un serial killer qui guette sa proie et la dépèce. Jusqu’à la prochaine.

    Quand, au lendemain de ses inégales interventions, on me posait la question de notre parenté, un malaise profond m’envahissait. Voilà qu’on m’associait à cet être distribuant de la haine sur les plateaux de télévision et partout où il posait le pied.

    Exister avec ce nom si encombrant forçait alors le respect. Ce nom - son précieux - qu’il protégeait avec hargne, était l’objet récurrent de ses menaces téléphoniques nocturnes : « Je vais t’envoyer des mecs chez toi qui te feront faire passer l’envie d’utiliser mon nom, pt’it con ! Il n’y a qu’un Moix sur Terre ! Et il n’y aura qu’un Moix dans la littérature ! Il n’y aura qu’un Moix dans le cinéma ! Moix, c’est MOI ! », éructait-il, avant de raccrocher, me laissant hagard pour le restant de la nuit. Moix, c’était lui. Moi, je n’étais que moi. Misérable et médiocre. Raté, il l’avait décrété. Tel serait mon avenir. Partout, j’avais désormais la sensation de voler mon nom, d’usurper son identité.

    Dans sa vie, mon frère n’a que deux obsessions : obtenir le Prix Goncourt et m’annihiler. Me nier, m’éliminer, me rayer de la carte. Par tous les moyens. Physiquement ou moralement.

    Il y a quelques années, je tombais par hasard sur une émission de radio. À la question : avez-vous des frères et sœurs, Yann répondait aussitôt : « Non. Enfin si… Enfin, c’est tout comme… Il y avait à la maison un collabo qui me caftait à la Kommandantur ! ». Si j’étais son collabo, il était mon tortionnaire.

    J’ai subi 20 ans durant des sévices et des humiliations d’une rare violence de sa part. Ceux-là mêmes qu’il décrit dans son roman, en les prêtant à nos parents. J’aurais rêvé d’un grand frère protecteur. Mais Yann était un grand frère destructeur. Chaque phrase qu’il m’adressait me sonnait comme des uppercuts. Il s’exerçait déjà sur moi à tester ses aphorismes de haine. Les mêmes qu’il assène dans ses arènes médiatiques. J’en retrouve parfois certains.

    En matière de sévices, Yann faisait preuve d’une imagination débordante. Je rêvais d’un frère au cœur d’artichaut, il était mon Orange mécanique.

    Tentative de défenestration du premier étage et de noyade dans la cuvette des toilettes quand j’avais 2 ans, passages à tabac récurrents dès que nos parents s’absentaient, destruction systématique de mes nouveaux jouets, jeux, maquettes, matériel de sport, souillage et appropriation de mes livres…

    Je ne compte plus les matins où, pris d’une colère terrible, aussi soudaine qu’incontrôlable, il envoyait valser, sans autre raison que ma seule présence, la table du petit-déjeuner à l’autre bout de la cuisine.

    Je me souviens comme si c’était hier de ce jour, où, m’attrapant violemment la main, il me la coinça de toutes ses forces entre les persiennes métalliques de notre chambre et les referma sur mes phalanges. La douleur fut si intense que j’en tombais dans les pommes. Le lendemain, j’avais perdu tous les ongles. J’avais 10 ans.

    Et cette fois, où, adolescents tous les deux, il me pourchassa, pour ne pas avoir voulu lui obéir (car il me fallait être à ses ordres) dans toute la maison avec un énorme couteau de cuisine en hurlant - prêt à me tuer - qu’il allait me « saigner comme un goret ».

    Cette fois aussi, où il m’enferma à clé et me laissa prisonnier dans le grenier exigu de l’immeuble de notre grand-mère durant une journée entière alors que je n’avais que 7 ans.

    Et puis toutes ces nuits d’effroi, où, à pas feutrés, il se glissait jusqu’à mon lit pour m’étrangler ou m’asséner des coups alors que je dormais déjà. Ses poings pleuvaient sur ma couette comme des giboulées. Mes parents ne se réveillaient pas, comme il l’écrit dans son livre, à cause de ses cauchemars incessants, mais en raison de mes cris de douleur ou de terreur.

    Quant aux humiliations morales et verbales, elles étaient mon lot quotidien. En public, en privé. La plupart du temps savamment calculées, orchestrées à dessein (l’improvisation n’étant pas son fort), elles faisaient mouche à chaque fois et me laissaient KO. Je le revois me glissant insidieusement, deux heures avant l’épreuve écrite du bac français : « Tu ne l’auras jamais ! Tu es mauvais. T’es nul. T’es un médiocre… ! ».

    Et, des années plus tard, alors qu’il avait déjà publié plusieurs romans et qu’il avait appris que de mon côté, sans l’aide de personne, je tentais également ma chance, il me réveillait encore la nuit, haineux, pour me hurler : « Je ferai tout ce qui est en mon pouvoir pour que JAMAIS, JAMAIS, tu ne sois publié ! JAMAIS ! ». La campagne de déstabilisation dura plusieurs mois. Ces menaces furent d’ailleurs suivies d’effet, puisqu’il empêcha purement et simplement la parution de mon premier roman « Second Rôle » chez un grand éditeur. L’éditeur, navré, m’en fit lui-même la confidence. J’apprends aujourd’hui, car tout finit par se savoir, que mon frère se serait vanté d’avoir également tout fait pour me nuire dans le milieu du cinéma…

    Malgré tout cela, je lui pardonnais quand même. Naïveté d’un cadet qui lève des yeux d’admiration sur son grand frère ou syndrome de Stockholm ? Il y a quelques mois encore, je me suis surpris à un élan de tendresse fraternelle. Je le voyais comme un Petit Prince malheureux sur sa planète, un Petit Prince abîmé par les corrections qu’il écopait de mon père, mais qui, pourtant, faisaient suite aux sévices, eux bien réels, qu’il m’infligeait. Tiraillé entre le supplice qu’il me faisait subir et ses pleurs lorsqu’il se faisait corriger, je me sentais coupable.

    Aujourd’hui, je ne peux plus le plaindre, le couvrir ni me taire. Il sacrifie la réalité sur l’autel de ses ambitions littéraires. C’en est trop.

    Face à l’ampleur des immondices qu’il déverse dans son roman et dans les interviews qu’il donne, j’avais préféré imaginer un instant que mon frère avait pu y croire lui-même, qu’il s’était laissé abuser par une psychothérapie déviante, de celles qui font s’approprier des faux souvenirs, de celles qui font dénoncer des crimes qui n’ont pas été commis. De celles qui prônent la libération de la parole, quelle qu’elle soit, même fantasmée. Or j’ai appris que Yann se vantait en privé d’avoir tout exagéré, à l’excès, à dessein.

    Combien aurais-je préféré que Yann relevât de la psychiatrie plutôt que d’une volonté calculée, affirmée, assumée, de nuire à toute une famille qu’il ne connaît plus, qu’il ne connaît pas.

    Se dressant comme le porte-flambeau de la cause des enfants malheureux, il pose, s’affiche, professe, mais n’écoute pas la souffrance des autres dont il se moque éperdument. Yann vit dans un autre monde : son nombril.

    Tout ce qui n’est pas lui, issu de lui, autour de lui, à propos de lui est jeté à la curée et condamné sans sursis par son tribunal, sa colère et sa hargne.

    Petit Prince déchu. Machiavel cynique et névrosé prêt à tout. On pardonne la folie. Mais pas le révisionnisme ni le mensonge outrancier. Pas plus que l’accaparation du monopole de la souffrance infantile quand il s’agit de l’utiliser à des fins purement marketing et commerciales pour vendre coûte que coûte. Sous prétexte de réaliser une Œuvre, faire passer ses parents pour des bourreaux en leur attribuant la paternité de sévices imaginaires ou de ceux dont il était lui-même l’auteur à l’encontre du frère - judicieusement oublié du roman - confine à la perversité la plus sourde. C’est une monstruosité littéraire.

    Il invente et s’en lave les mains. Les véritables victimes de maltraitance sont bernées. Elles lui ont donné leur confiance, lui ont livré leur plus douloureux secret, ont versé leurs larmes à ses pieds, l’ont nommé chef de file de la lutte contre la violence. Imposture. Trahison d’un bourreau travesti qui ose se faire le porte-voix des victimes. Car l’enfance dont il dit être le nouveau défenseur lui est totalement étrangère. La seule enfance qu’il connaisse, qu’il considère, qu’il chérisse, c’est la sienne.

    De mes quatre enfants, il n’en connaît aucun. Je leur apprends le sens de la fraternité, de la famille, loin de ses névroses, et je me félicite de vivre à bonne distance de ses abjections.

    Mes enfants, tous les enfants, méritent la vérité.

    • #fraternité #masculinité #ainesse #famille #paternité #violences #buzz (car c’est assurément une bonne affaire pour des éditeur·ices et YM).

      Hier j’écoutais une vieille soirée théma sur les crimes d’inceste. A la fin il y a un « débat » avec un allemand qui n’y connais rien et cherche à atténuer l’impacte de ces crimes en ajoutant aussi une touche de racisme sociale et en face Martine Nisse, la directrice du centre des Buttes-Chaumont spécialiste en psychotromatolgie.
      La video est ici :
      https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QkuHXYejaUM

      Pour les Moix il n’est pas question d’inceste, mais de violences infligé par les frères. Je mentionne cette émission car Martine Nisse explique que les crimes d’inceste sont commis aussi largement par les frères que par les pères, grands-pères, beaux-pères et oncles. Cette violences est dissimulée, sauf lorsqu’il s’agit d’instrumentalisation raciste et classiste car il arrive qu’on dénonce les « grands frères » mais seulement si ils sont racialisées ou issues des banlieue. Martine Nisse dit aussi que ces agressions sexuelles sont généralement plus violentes que celles commises par les pères car les frères agresseurs n’ont pas autant d’autorité légitime que les pères pour agir et doivent donc user de plus de brutalité pour se faire obéir de leurs sœurs et frères.