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I am listening to a lecture by Dr Manzur Ejaz today. He describes one of Guru Nanak's Babarvani shabads at the beginning: Jaisi Main Aveh Khasam Ki Baani. He speaks in a very sweet Punjabi, he shows a lot of respect for Guru Nanak, and his analysis is spot on. 






 

I found out today that Louise Gluck got the Nobel Prize in literature for poetry.  I haven't really heard of her or read her poetry so while I am getting ready to sleep just doing some research on her, and the nobel prize in literature.  I bought a couple of books from her and did some research on the Nobel Prize in Literature. 

Specifically, I was wondering how many people have obtained the Nobel Prize in literature; I assume there aren't too many people.  This is what I found: 
  • The first person to be awarded the Nobel Prize in literature was French poet and essayist Sully Prudhomme (1839–1907) in 1901.  So it is interesting that the first literature prize did go to a poet.  
  • Based on the list on this website, Louise was the 18th poet to receive this award. http://famouspoetsandpoems.com/poets_nobel_prize.html
  • The poet Louise Glück was the first American woman to win the Nobel Prize for literature in 27 years. The last one was Toni Morrison. 
  • She was given the award for “her unmistakable poetic voice that with austere beauty makes individual existence universal”.

This is what she said in an older NPR interview: 
My bedtime story when I was very, very little, my father used to tell my sister and me the story of Saint Joan without the burning. And, you know, she heard voices. And I was very accustomed to the idea that one heard voices. I hear language. It's not like an angel speaking to me.
Tonight I will be reading the story of Joan of Arc. Sometimes an artist realizes that his art is coming from a place that is much grander than his/her own puny existence.  Such artists can hear things that ordinary people don't. And for that they are sometimes called crazy; in Joan of Arc's case she was murdered. 

Interesting that Joan of Arc lived in France in the same century as Guru Nanak in India. And Guru Nanak also suggests in his poetry that the source of his poetry is the grand oneness. In Jaisi Main Avai he says, "These are not necessarily my words. These are the words that have come to me from my love."

Below are two versions of the fascinating story of Joan of Arc, and towards the end a link to a documentary on Joan of Arc. 

Story of Joan of Arc (from history.com):  From Farmer to Royalty to Witch to Saint 

Joan of Arc, a peasant girl living in medieval France, believed that God had chosen her to lead France to victory in its long-running war with England. With no military training, Joan convinced the embattled crown prince Charles of Valois to allow her to lead a French army to the besieged city of Orléans, where it achieved a momentous victory over the English and their French allies, the Burgundians. After seeing the prince crowned King Charles VII, Joan was captured by Anglo-Burgundian forces, tried for witchcraft and heresy and burned at the stake in 1431, at the age of 19. By the time she was officially canonized in 1920, the Maid of Orléans (as she was known) had long been considered one of history’s greatest saints, and an enduring symbol of French unity and nationalism.

Joan of Arc’s Early Life

Born around 1412, Jeanne d’Arc (or in English, Joan of Arc) was the daughter of a tenant farmer, Jacques d’Arc, from the village of Domrémy, in northeastern France. She was not taught to read or write, but her pious mother, Isabelle Romée, instilled in her a deep love for the Catholic Church and its teachings. At the time, France had long been torn apart by a bitter conflict with England (later known as the Hundred Years’ War), in which England had gained the upper hand. A peace treaty in 1420 disinherited the French crown prince, Charles of Valois, amid accusations of his illegitimacy, and King Henry V was made ruler of both England and France. His son, Henry VI, succeeded him in 1422. Along with its French allies (led by Philip the Good, duke of Burgundy), England occupied much of northern France, and many in Joan’s village, Domrémy, were forced to abandon their homes under threat of invasion.

Did you know? In a private audience at his castle at Chinon, Joan of Arc won the future Charles VII over by supposedly revealing information that only a messenger from God could know; the details of this conversation are unknown.

At the age of 13, Joan began to hear voices, which she determined had been sent by God to give her a mission of overwhelming importance: to save France by expelling its enemies, and to install Charles as its rightful king. As part of this divine mission, Joan took a vow of chastity. At the age of 16, after her father attempted to arrange a marriage for her, she successfully convinced a local court that she should not be forced to accept the match.

Joan of Arc and the Siege of Orléans

In May 1428, Joan made her way to Vaucouleurs, a nearby stronghold of those loyal to Charles. Initially rejected by the local magistrate, Robert de Baudricourt, she persisted, attracting a small band of followers who believed her claims to be the virgin who (according to a popular prophecy) was destined to save France. When Baudricort relented, Joan cropped her hair and dressed in men’s clothes to make the 11-day journey across enemy territory to Chinon, site of the crown prince’s palace.

Joan promised Charles she would see him crowned king at Reims, the traditional site of French royal investiture, and asked him to give her an army to lead to Orléans, then under siege from the English. Against the advice of most of his counselors and generals, Charles granted her request, and Joan set off to fend off the Siege of Orléans in March of 1429 dressed in white armor and riding a white horse. After sending off a defiant letter to the enemy, Joan led several French assaults against them, driving the Anglo-Burgundians from their bastion and forcing their retreat across the Loire River.

Downfall of Joan of Arc

After such a miraculous victory, Joan’s reputation spread far and wide among French forces. She and her followers escorted Charles across enemy territory to Reims, taking towns that resisted by force and enabling his coronation as King Charles VII in July 1429. Joan argued that the French should press their advantage with an attempt to retake Paris, but Charles wavered, even as his favorite at court, Georges de La Trémoille, warned him that Joan was becoming too powerful. The Anglo-Burgundians were able to fortify their positions in Paris and turned back an attack led by Joan in September.

In the spring of 1430, the king ordered Joan to confront a Burgundian assault on Compiégne. In her effort to defend the town and its inhabitants, she was thrown from her horse and was left outside the town’s gates as they closed. The Burgundians took her captive and brought her amid much fanfare to the castle of Bouvreuil, occupied by the English commander at Rouen.

Joan of Arc Burned at the Stake

In the trial that followed, Joan was ordered to answer to some 70 charges against her, including witchcraft, heresy and dressing like a man. The Anglo-Burgundians were aiming to get rid of the young leader as well as discredit Charles, who owed his coronation to her. In attempting to distance himself from an accused heretic and witch, the French king made no attempt to negotiate Joan’s release.

In May 1431, after a year in captivity and under threat of death, Joan relented and signed a confession denying that she had ever received divine guidance. Several days later, however, she defied orders by again donning men’s clothes, and authorities pronounced her death sentence. On the morning of May 30, 1431, at the age of 19, Joan was taken to the old marketplace of Rouen and burned at the stake.

Joan of Arc: From Witch to Saint 

Her fame only increased after her death, however, and 20 years later a new trial ordered by Charles VII cleared her name. Long before Pope Benedict XV canonized her in 1920, Joan of Arc had attained mythic stature, inspiring numerous works of art and literature over the centuries and becoming the patron saint of France. In 1909 Joan of Arc was beatified in the famous Notre Dame cathedral in Paris by Pope Pius X. A statue inside the cathedral pays tribute to her legacy.


Story by Ann Astell


n the year 1412, perhaps on January 6, the Feast of the Epiphany (as a later 15th century source reports), Jeanne D’Arc was born to her parents, Isabella and Jacques, and baptized in the church at Domremy in the Lorraine, a region in the northeast of France. Jeanne had three older brothers and a younger sister, Catherine, who preceded her in death. A pious child, Jeanne began to hear Voices of instruction during her thirteenth year. According to her own testimony, she kept these experiences secret for five years. Then, in 1428 and 1429, with the somewhat reluctant help of her uncle, Jeanne petitioned Robert de Baudricourt, the commander at Vaucouleurs, to supply her with a horse, an armed escort, and authorization for an audience with the Dauphin, Charles VII. The girl insisted that God had chosen her as his instrument to lead the armies of France to victory over the English invaders and to secure Charles’s ascendance to the throne. Accompanied by a few volunteers and dressed in the clothes of a soldier, Jeanne made a dangerous eleven-day journey on horseback through enemy territory, from Vaucouleurs to Chinon in the Loire Valley, where the Dauphin held his court.

Her arrival there on March 4, 1429, was hailed by some as the fulfillment of a prophecy that France would be saved through a virgin. Jeanne won the personal confidence of Charles through her disclosing to him of a secret, the contents of which remain a secret to us. The Dauphin arranged for an ecclesiastical examination of the Maid at Poitiers by reputed theologians, who concluded that Jeanne was a pious girl of good character and who accepted as a conditional sign of her vocation the victory she promised would be won at Orléans, a city long held under English siege. At Poitiers, Jeanne dictated the first of her letters, an ultimatum to the king of England, demanding the withdrawal of his troops from French soil.

Equipped with symbolic accoutrements—a miraculously discovered sword, white armor, a ring, a standard, and a pennon—Jeanne joined the royal army on its way to Orléans and entered the city on April 29, 1429. Galvanized by the presence of the Maid (“La Pucelle”), who exhorted them to prayer and penitence, the French troops stormed the English fortresses surrounding the city and took them, one by one, until the battle ended in English defeat on May 8.

The victory at Orléans was followed by a rapid succession of victories, the most famous of which occurred at Patay, where the English general, John Talbot, was captured. City after city yielded to the Maid, who wept over the dead and wounded, English and French alike, and who called repeatedly for peaceful submission to Charles. The way opened up for the Dauphin to proceed to Rheims, where he was anointed and crowned king by the presiding archbishop on July 17, 1429. His succession to the throne secured, Charles began to vacillate in his support of Jeanne’s martial efforts for a complete expulsion of the English army from France. In September he commanded the cessation of the attack on Paris and the disbanding of the army. Restless at court in the winter of 1429 and the spring of 1430, Jeanne still persisted in occasional military expeditions, but with mixed success. Captured at Compiègne on May 23, Jeanne was held prisoner by her Burgundian captor, John of Luxembourg, in a high tower at Beaurevoir, from which she attempted to escape. In November, John accepted a valuable payment for her from the English, who had imposed a tax on the people of Normandy for that purpose. Charles VII made no offer either of a ransom or of a prisoner exchange for the Maid, whom he effectively abandoned.

Jeanne arrived in Rouen on December 23, 1430. Her trial began on January 9, 1431. Chained and guarded by English soldiers day and night, Jeanne was tried by an ecclesiastical court, over which Pierre Cauchon, bishop of Beauvais, presided. Through relentless interrogation, sleep deprivation, threatened torture, and violations of the seal of confession, her judges sought to validate charges of heresy, immorality, sedition, idolatry, and witchcraft. Jeanne’s Voices counseled her to answer boldly. They spoke to her of her martyrdom and of a great victory.

Facing death at the stake, an exhausted Jeanne publicly signed on May 24 a document abjuring her Voices. She expected to be transferred to a church prison and to be allowed to receive the Eucharist. Instead she was taken back to the English prison, where she was maltreated, probably raped. She resumed (perhaps of necessity) the wearing of male clothes, thus incurring the charge of a relapse into heresy. On May 28 she declared that she had been wrong to deny her Voices by signing the abjuration.

On May 30, 1431, after receiving the Eucharist devoutly in her prison cell, Jeanne was publicly burned at the stake in the presence of a large crowd, including an estimated 800 English soldiers and several dignitaries, including the Earl of Warwick. She was heard to forgive her enemies and to ask forgiveness for her own sins. Fixing her gaze upon a cross, she died crying aloud the name “Jesus!” An Anglo-Burgundian soldier declared, “We have burned a saint!”

Five centuries later, on May 9, 1920, the Church officially concurred in that soldier’s judgment when Pope Benedict XV canonized Jeanne d’Arc a saint in the ranks of the holy virgins, partly on the basis of an official inquest held between 1449 and 1456, which preserves the testimonies of 115 witnesses and provides considerable evidence of her heroic virtue. On July 7, 1456, a panel of judges in Paris nullified the results of the trial for heresy held against Jeanne d’Arc at Rouen and rehabilitated her. Tested by four trials—at Poitiers, at Rouen, at Paris, and finally in Rome—the girl from medieval Domremy has emerged from the crucible of history as a canonized saint who stands among the greatest and most popular saints of modern times.

Much can be said about St. Joan. In what follows, I will first talk about her presence at the university in general terms, then to use her particular instantiation here at the University of Notre Dame to suggest that Joan has a great deal to teach us today about how to love God and God’s Church, our country, and Our Lady. Thinking in the spiritual company of St. Joan about how to love God, country, and Notre Dame can help us to discover what is most essential to her sanctity and to our imitation of her—namely, that which the French poet, playwright, and political mystic Charles Péguy has called “the mystery of the charity of Joan of Arc”—her all-conquering love in the face of hardest disappointment, betrayal, and abandonment.

To think of Joan of Arc at the university is a curious thing. Jeanne d’Arc learned to spell her own name, but that was probably the limit of her literacy. Schooled by her mother, she had memorized the Ave Maria, the Paternoster, and the Creed, but her formal religious education was that typical of a pious laywoman in a small village—no match for that of the judges and university-trained theologians who questioned her, tried her cases, and wrote the documents involved in her process. Jeanne d’Arc would never have been admitted to any university in her own time, nor would she gain acceptance into one today, were she, a time-traveler, to apply. Coming from Domremy would not give her an automatic “home under the Dome.”

And yet, were Joan of Arc to return to earth in a physical form and to slip into a seat in the back row of a university classroom, she would be astonished (and probably often dismayed) to find herself the topic of discussion in many a course in the humanities. Attending a film class, would Joan be able to recognize herself in the performances of Renée Falconetti, Ingrid Bergman, Jean Seberg, or Leelee Sobieski? At a performing arts center, imagine a time-travelling Joan as she encounters herself onstage, perhaps singing in the 1938 oratorio composed by Paul Claudel and Arthur Honegger, or defending herself as the heroine in Lillian Hellman’s Broadway adaptation, The Lark. Listening in on a gender studies class, St. Joan might hear herself described variously as a transvestite, an androgyne, or a proto-feminist (as George Bernard Shaw believed her to be). In a history class she might overhear a debate about whether or not she actually exercised any military leadership in the Hundred Years War; about her putative influence over England’s future queens, Margaret of Anjou and the virgin-queen, Elizabeth I; about the role her image played in propaganda during the French Revolution and the First and Second World Wars; about her pivotal role (according to historian Jules Michelet) in concluding the Middle Ages and giving birth to the modern nation-state. In a medieval studies class, she might find students translating her trial records from Latin, worrying about violations of canon law, comparing her case to that of others tried for heresy.

Auditing an English literature class, Joan might hear students discussing Shaw’s play, Saint Joan, or Mark Twain’s Joan of Arc, or even a lyric about her by Leonard Cohen. Were Joan to attend a class in comparative literature, she might find the students reading Friedrich Schiller’s Maid of Orleans or Bertolt Brecht’s Saint Joan of the Stockyards or the poem written about her by the French medieval poet Christine de Pisan. Walking with art history students to a museum, she might be very surprised to find herself depicted in paintings by Jules Bastien-Lepage, Ingres, Paul Gauguin, among others. In a philosophy class, she might find her name written in Simone Weil’s book, Need for Roots, or in a study by Jacques Maritain. In a political science class, Joan might learn that she is regularly enlisted in the service of different political agendas, from the Far Right to the Far Left, especially in modern France. And what about theology? Joan might find her example invoked in a class on miracles, in a discussion of the laws for the discernment of spirits, in a study of Just War Theory and pacifism, in a class on the meaning of private revelation, on the theology of history, on Carmelite spirituality (given the Little Flower’s great love for her), or even in a course on the Church’s developing theology of Judaism.

I hope I have made my point that Joan of Arc is a saint that has made us think and who continues to make us think. From that perspective, the Maid from Domremy has a guaranteed place under the Dome. I drew the title for the Saturdays with the Saints lecture that led to this article, “Joan of Arc at the University,” from the title of a collection of essays edited by Mary Elizabeth Tallon and published in 1997 by Marquette University Press. Marquette University boasts the possession of the Joan of Arc Chapel, a chapel carried stone by stone from France to Long Island in 1927 and reconstructed first there and then, in 1966, in Milwaukee. The oldest part of the chapel dates from St. Joan’s own lifetime.

Joan of Arc is certainly present at Marquette University. She is also here with us visibly at Notre Dame. Her image appears in a relief carving above and to the left of the east entrance to the Basilica of the Sacred Heart. St. Michael, identified as one of St. Joan’s three Voices (along with St. Catherine of Alexandria and St. Margaret), appears in relief on the other side. Across the entrance appear the words: “God, Country, Notre Dame.”

God
There can be no doubt that Joan of Arc loved God. Words fail when one tries to describe a love like hers, but let me use three adjectives: sacramental, obedient unto death, and triumphant over scandal.

Joan was an extraordinarily sacramental saint. She took care that army chaplains heard the confessions of her soldiers, and she herself confessed daily on the battlefield—not unlike Dorothy Day, who confessed weekly to keep her soul “squeaky clean” and who humbly counted on it that failures would and did occur in the thick of life’s battle. In an age when frequent Communion was unusual, Joan attended Holy Mass regularly and with great devotion, daily whenever possible. During the months of her excruciating imprisonment, Joan not only confessed frequently, but she also pleaded again and again to receive the Eucharist, a reception that was denied to her as an accused heretic and then, inexplicably, granted to her as a “food of the martyrs” on the very morning of her execution as a relapsed heretic.

Joan’s profound sense of the Church’s sacraments as outward signs communicating the grace of Christ was consistent with her appreciation, more broadly, of sacramentals: the ringing of church bells, in which she sometimes also heard her Voices; the ring on her finger inscribed with three crosses and with the names of Jesus and Mary; the holy names “Jhesus Maria” with which she began her dictated letters; the pennon depicting the scene of the Annunciation; the fleur-de-lis as an emblem of purity and faith.

Joan’s own body was given to God and to others as a kind of sacramental—her virginity as a sign and source of spiritual integrity, her ears to hear God’s call in her Voices and in the cries of her people, her mouth to speak God’s prophecies, her eyes to look with faith and to see unseen realities, her body at the stake mirroring the image of the crucifix on which she fixed her gaze.

The parallels between the trial and death of Joan and the trial and death of Jesus are often noted. In his multi-volume history of France, the great 19th century historian Jules Michelet, for example, likens Joan’s jury to the Sanhedrin that condemned Jesus, the presiding bishop of Beauvais to the high priest Caiaphas, the collusion of the Norman and Burgundian clergy with the English occupiers to that between the Jewish leaders and the Romans. Acknowledging the power of that comparison and turning it against Michelet’s anti-Judaism, the modern Jewish scholar Jules Isaac argues in his book The Teaching of Contempt that, just as no one would hold Christians as a whole responsible for the death of St. Joan, no one should blame the whole Jewish people, past and present, for the death of Jesus—an argument, by the way, that was among those that influenced the Church’s firm rejection at the Second Vatican Council of the doctrine of deicide as erroneous.

When Carl-Theodore Dreyer’s classic silent movie The Passion of Joan of Arc (1928) was first shown in theaters in France, an initial reaction deemed the work to be anti-clerical in spirit, due in part to its depiction of Joan’s persecutors in close-up shots of their faces—unadorned by make-up, ugly, toothless, warty, old. In today’s theaters and concert halls, where Dreyer’s cinematic masterpiece is shown accompanied by Richard Einhorn’s musical composition, “Voices of Light,” that anti-clerical potential remains—not so much because of the film itself, which centers luminously on the saint herself, but because of the recent clergy scandals, terrible in themselves, costly to the Church, taken up relentlessly by the media.

Joan’s “clergy scandal” is relevant to ours. Joan’s love for God—was it not tested and scandalized by the cruelty, the bias, and the actual illegality of the process taken against her by a jury consisting of priests and abbots and presided over by a bishop? In this regard, in the current clergy scandal, St. Joan of Arc has much to teach us. She knew well and she declared that the political bias of her judges—English allies all—made them unfit to judge her. She appealed to have her case heard instead by the Council held at Basel or by the Pope—an appeal that should immediately have suspended the trial at Rouen. She referred to the positive ruling given at Poitiers. She called on God as her judge. She maintained to the end her faithfulness to God and to the Church, and she rightly resisted her judges’ claim to speak on behalf of the Church. May we all have such faith, such a power as Joan’s to distinguish between the earthly failure of individual Christians and the holiness of the Church as Christ’s bride, and may we be granted a charity such as hers, which finally forgave her judges and her executioners.

Country
Saint Joan loved her country and her king, but she was not a nationalist, nor was she a partisan in French politics. She simply loved France as a homeland—its native soil, its regional features, its rivers, forests, fields, and towns. She loved her countrymen and women, the languages and the dialects they spoke, the customs and traditions, the specific qualities of character that are distinctly French. She understood that the English, too, have a homeland, families, homes and villages, a language, a character that is distinctive and dear and precious to God. She had no animus against immigrants. Her quarrel was with an invading army that had wreaked havoc for decades on the people of her homeland—killing, raping, and taxing their fellow human beings and fellow Christians. Her solution: the peaceful withdrawal of the English. Joan’s tears over the wounded and the dead and her comfort of the dying, English and French alike, indicate clearly that she took no delight in war. She told her chaplain, “If I am to die soon, tell the king our liege from me that he must establish chapels for people to pray for the souls of those who died in the defense of the kingdom.”

St. Joan served her country well, recalling her people to their high ideals, inspiring their hope, and giving them a king anointed to their service. Writing during Joan’s own lifetime, Christine de Pisan attested: “In 1429 the sun began to shine again . . . Things have changed from great sorrow to new joy . . . You, blessed Maid, . . . undid the rope that held France tightly bound . . . Blessed be God who created you!”

And yet, as we have seen, Charles VII withdrew his support from her after his coronation, made no attempt to ransom her as a prisoner of war, sent no forces to rescue her, requested no exchange of prisoners. She might well have been tempted to turn against her king, but she strictly guarded his secrets under enemy interrogation, prayed for him, and maintained her loyalty to him as king and her hope in the completion of his kingdom until the end.

Meditating on Joan of Arc in London in 1943, Simone Weil found in her example an answer to the question: How is one to love one’s country? The French nation had made no resistance to the invading German forces in 1940, choosing instead to give the north into the control of the occupying forces. In Weil’s analysis, the modern nation-state had betrayed France as a country, a homeland. “In June, 1940,” writes Weil, “one saw how hideous and pitiful could be the spectacle of a people no longer attached by bonds of fidelity to anything whatsoever.” St. Joan, by contrast, had loved her country with a compassion moved by her people’s suffering—a suffering caused both by France’s enemies and by its own sins and failings, its self-divisions. Because her heart belonged, first of all, to God, St. Joan did not make the mistake of an idolatrous nationalism. Her patriotism was a Christian virtue. She loved her country for the sake of God, her homeland as a means to achieve the eternal homeland. As Weil observes, “We should beware of applying the same rules to the welfare of the State as to that of the soul . . . A Christian ought to be able to draw . . .[the] conclusion. . . : the welfare of the State is a cause to which only a limited and conditional loyalty is owed.”

In an era when religious liberty is everywhere increasingly an issue, when political scandals abound, and when people can easily feel betrayed by elected representatives, St. Joan may teach us much about how to love our country, its leaders, and its men and women in the military. She has something to say both to soldiers, like my brother who wore a medal of St. Joan during his tour of duty as a SEABEE photographer in Iraq, and to pacifists like Dorothy Day, who was devoted to the saint for her unflinching obedience to the voices of her conscience and as a fellow-prisoner.

Notre Dame
This last title of St. Joan’s love, her charity, might surprise some of you. Some years ago, when I told a colleague that I was writing an essay on Joan of Arc’s devotion to the Virgin Mary, he replied, “What can that virago have to do with the humble handmaiden of the Lord?” His half-joking response corresponded to what I found in my research: namely, a tendency, especially on the part of Protestant and feminist commentators, simply to ignore St. Joan’s historically well-documented devotion to the Virgin Mary.

The testimonies given by eleven witnesses during the Rehabilitation inquest of 1456 recall Joan’s particular attachment to Notre Dame de Bermont, a hermitage near Domremy, where Joan and her friends often used to go to pray, to bring flowers, and to burn candles before a simple statue of the Madonna. In Joan’s dictated letters, she honored the name of Mary linked to that of Jesus. She commanded the army chaplains to lead the troops in singing Marian hymns in camp. Joan herself was called by others and named herself “the Maid” (“Jeanne la Pucelle”), a title that suggests a Marian identification of the young saint with the Virgin Mary in both purity and humility. George Tavard has argued that “pucelle” derives from the French word “puce” meaning “flea,” a wee little thing, a “maid” in the sense of a handmaid. In addition, Joan’s Voices called her “daughter of God” (“fille de Dieu”), as she told her judges at Rouen.

Christians in Joan’s own time associated her with the Virgin Mary, whose banner Joan carried into battle. The topic is richly suggestive of a sort of 15th century liberation theology, the belief of the downtrodden people that God would send them a Savior in and through the “yes” to her vocation, the fiat of a humble young virgin. Inspired by the Eva/Ave wordplay and by the typological contrast between Eve and Mary as the New Eve, a prophecy current in France and Germany stated that “the kingdom that had been lost through a woman, would be restored through a virgin.” Wounded at the battle of Paris, the last of her battles before the disbanding of the army, Joan left her white armor as an offering on the altar of Mary at the abbey church at Saint-Denis.

The young saint who called herself “the Maid,” who renounced marriage and the simple joys of domestic life for the sake of her military vocation, and who wore a soldier’s costume as a protection for her purity and as a sign, a habit, of her unusual calling—this saint also suffered greatly for striving to live as a “Mary” in a man’s world. Like the Virgin Mary, whose virginity before, during, and after Jesus’s birth, was doubted, Joan of Arc had to endure repeated, humiliating physical examinations to test her physical purity, in part because it was believed that no evil spirit could possess a virgin. From the English, she had to endure terrible name-calling, the accusation of whoredom. In her prison cell at Rouen, she had to defend herself against physical abuse by the men who guarded her. The evidence is unclear, but a weeping Joan is said to have told her confessor that she had been raped on the night before her death. One would like to have seen Joan of Arc canonized as a martyr, because the Christ-like manner of her death bore witness to the Jesus she loved.

One would have liked to see her canonized as a confessor, for the witness she bears to the sacrament of confession. But it is fitting that Joan was canonized in 1920 victoriously as a virgin, in keeping with the name she chose for herself, “La Pucelle,” as a tribute to her love for Notre Dame, and as a sign of the Church’s belief from the time of St. Augustine that no violence against a woman, no rape, can destroy a person’s purity, rob them of their spiritual virginity and personal dignity.

Here at Notre Dame, that name refers both to our Lady herself—honored in chapels throughout campus, but especially in the Lourdes Grotto—and to the University. Let us hope that we can all learn from St. Joan’s love for Mary that such a love, which humbles us, which makes us aware of our nothingness and weakness, also makes us pure and strong in the service of others. God, Country, and Notre Dame.

Editorial Note: This essay was originally delivered as a McGrath Institute Saturdays with the Saints lecture entitled Joan of Arc at the University: God, Country, and Notre Dame. This is the first essay from this years celebration of the Month of Mary (essays will be collected here).

Joan of Arc video




An inspirational story of a civil rights leader: 

THE ENDURING LEGACY OF FRED KOREMATSU 
JANUARY 27, 2016

Challenger of World War II exclusion and confinement, Fred Toyosaburo Korematsu (1919-2005) dedicated his life to the civil rights crusade that would eventually earn him a Presidential Medal of Freedom. He is best known for his fight against the mass removal of Japanese Americans that resulted in a landmark Supreme Court case. But until his death in 2005, he also advocated for the civil liberties of other marginalized groups, including prisoners detained at Guantanamo Bay after 9/11.

Fred Korematsu, c. 1940s.

Korematsu was born on January 30, 1919, to Japanese parents who ran a plant nursery in Oakland, California. He worked as a shipyard welder after graduating from high school until he lost his job after the Japanese attack on Pearl Harbor. He was 22 when the U.S. plunged into war. On May 9, 1942, his parents and three brothers reported to the Tanforan Assembly Center, but Korematsu stayed behind with his Italian-American girlfriend. By then, the army had issued a series of exclusion orders that prohibited Japanese Americans from being inside Military Area No. 1. In an attempt to disguise his racial identity, he changed his name and had minor plastic surgery on his eyes to appear European American. His refusal to comply with the evacuation order led to his arrest on May 30, 1942.

While in jail, he was visited by Ernest Besig, executive director of the American Civil Liberties Union of Northern California. Korematsu agreed to become the subject of a test case to challenge the constitutionality of President Roosevelt’s Executive Order 9066 along with fellow resisters Min Yasui and Gordon Hirabayashi. Although Besig paid Korematsu’s $5,000 bail, Korematsu was sent to Tanforan immediately after his release. After the federal district court in San Francisco found him guilty of violating military orders, his court case went to the U.S. Supreme Court in 1944. The high court upheld the lower court’s ruling in a 6-3 vote. (See Korematsu vs. U.S.)

In the 1980s, legal historian and author Peter Irons filed a petition to the 9th U.S. Circuit Court in San Francisco to have Korematsu’s conviction overturned on the grounds that the Supreme Court had made its decision based on false information. Korematsu spoke at the courtroom and said, “As long as my record stands in federal court, any American citizen can be held in prison or concentration camps without a trial or a hearing.” In November 1983, U.S. District Judge Marilyn Hall Patel vacated Korematsu’s conviction and argued that the Korematsu case serves as a “caution that in times of distress the shield of military necessity and national security must not be used to protect governmental actions from close scrutiny and accountability….”[1]

After the successful coram nobis petition, Korematsu continued to advocate for civil rights at countless colleges and law schools. In 1999, he received a Presidential Medal of Freedom, the nation’s highest civilian honoBANENDr. After 9/11, he filed an amicus—or “friend of the court”—brief with the Supreme Court for two cases on behalf of Muslim inmates being held at Guantanamo Bay. He filed another amicus brief in 2004, citing similarities between the wrongful imprisonment of Japanese Americans during World War II and Muslims following 9/11. He passed away of respiratory illness on March 30, 2005.

On January 30, 2011, California held its first Fred Korematsu Day, the first day in the U.S. to be named after an Asian American, commemorating his lifetime of service defending the constitutional rights of Americans.

Fred’s legacy continues to live on through the work of his daughter, Karen, and the Fred T. Korematsu Institute. Through educational programs and annual Fred Korematsu Day events, the Institute increases awareness of “one of the most blatant forms of racial profiling in U.S. history, the incarceration of Japanese Americans during World War II.” Karen Korematsu carries on her father’s legacy through continued engagement with contemporary civil rights issues. This year’s Korematsu Day celebration addresses the rise of anti-Muslim sentiment through the theme, Re(ad)dressing Racial Injustice: From Japanese American Incarceration to Anti-Muslim Bigotry. In the future, the Institute plans to lobby for a national commemorative holiday recognizing Fred Korematsu, who would be the first Asian American to have a national holiday, and to create a museum/library learning center.

In 2015, Lorraine K. Bannai, a member of the legal team that successfully challenged Fred Korematsu’s conviction, published Enduring Conviction: Fred Korematsu and His Quest for Justice. George Takei endorsed the book—and Fred—saying, “A remarkable story of a man who stood up and spoke out in the same tradition of others in this country who have spoken out against oppression and discrimination…Fred Korematsu was an ordinary man who did extraordinary deeds and with that he made history.”


There is only one side of war we talk about.

We talk about the missiles, the destruction, the valiant warriors, the vanquished ones, troop levels, tactics, dollars and casualties.  We treat casualties rather casually.  We don't talk about where the social fabric is most torn. We don't talk about the suffering of women, the suffering of children ... they remain the the unspoken sufferers of war.  And the fact is that seventy-five percent of the casualties of war are women and children.

There is only one side of war we talk about.

While we are focused on winning battles, and we ignore winning life. We don't talk of the mother who distracts her kids with a puppet show while the neighborhood is bombed and the threat of death looms.   We seldom hear of the piano teacher that braves snipers and keeps teaching music, amidst war in Sarajevo, for 4 years. 4 years!

Zainab Salbi speaks about the forgotten side of war in her Ted Talk.   It reminded me of Guru Nanak singing about the suffering of women after Babar pillaged Eminabad in 1521.  Guru Nanak sings the truth of war: "Jaisi Main Avai" ... "Just as the truth comes to me, I relate it to you."   Guru Nanak sings, "As long as I sing I live, as soon as I forget I die."

Zainab reminds us of the forgotten stories; she sings the truth of war here:



Transcript of Zainab Salbi's talk:

I woke up in the middle of the night with the sound of heavy explosion. It was deep at night. I do not remember what time it was. I just remember the sound was so heavy and so very shocking. Everything in my room was shaking -- my heart, my windows, my bed, everything. I looked out the windows and I saw a full half-circle of explosion. I thought it was just like the movies, but the movies had not conveyed themin the powerful image that I was seeing full of bright red and orange and gray, and a full circle of explosion. And I kept on staring at it until it disappeared. I went back to my bed, and I prayed, and I secretly thanked God that that missile did not land on my family's home, that it did not kill my family that night. Thirty years have passed, and I still feel guilty about that prayer, for the next day, I learned that that missile landed on my brother's friend's home and killed him and his father, but did not kill his mother or his sister. His mother showed up the next week at my brother's classroom and begged seven-year-old kids to share with her any picture they may have of her son, for she had lost everything.

02:05: This is not a story of a nameless survivor of war, and nameless refugees, whose stereotypical images we see in our newspapers and our TV with tattered clothes, dirty face, scared eyes. This is not a story of a nameless someone who lived in some war, who we do not know their hopes, their dreams, their accomplishments, their families, their beliefs, their values. This is my story. I was that girl. I am another image and vision of another survivor of war. I am that refugee, and I am that girl. You see, I grew up in war-torn Iraq, and I believe that there are two sides of wars and we've only seen one side of it. We only talk about one side of it. But there's another side that I have witnessed as someone who lived in it and someone who ended up working in it.

03:22: I grew up with the colors of war -- the red colors of fire and blood, the brown tones of earth as it explodesin our faces and the piercing silver of an exploded missile, so bright that nothing can protect your eyes from it. I grew up with the sounds of war -- the staccato sounds of gunfire, the wrenching booms of explosions, ominous drones of jets flying overhead and the wailing warning sounds of sirens. These are the sounds you would expect, but they are also the sounds of dissonant concerts of a flock of birdsscreeching in the night, the high-pitched honest cries of children and the thunderous, unbearable silence."War," a friend of mine said, "is not about sound at all. It is actually about silence, the silence of humanity."

04:37: I have since left Iraq and founded a group called Women for Women International that ends up workingwith women survivors of wars. In my travels and in my work, from Congo to Afghanistan, from Sudan to Rwanda, I have learned not only that the colors and the sounds of war are the same, but the fears of war are the same. You know, there is a fear of dying, and do not believe any movie character where the hero is not afraid. It is very scary to go through that feeling of "I am about to die" or "I could die in this explosion." But there's also the fear of losing loved ones, and I think that's even worse. It's too painful. You don't want to think about it. But I think the worst kind of fear is the fear -- as Samia, a Bosnian woman, once told me, who survived the four-years besiege of Sarajevo; she said, "The fear of losing the 'I' in me, the fear of losing the 'I' in me." That's what my mother in Iraq used to tell me. It's like dying from inside-out. A Palestinian woman once told me, "It is not about the fear of one death," she said, "sometimes I feel I die 10 times in one day," as she was describing the marches of soldiers and the sounds of their bullets. She said, "But it's not fair, because there is only one life, and there should only be one death."

06:23: We have been only seeing one side of war. We have only been discussing and consumed with high-level preoccupations over troop levels, drawdown timelines, surges and sting operations, when we should be examining the details of where the social fabric has been most torn, where the community has improvised and survived and shown acts of resilience and amazing courage just to keep life going. We have been so consumed with seemingly objective discussions of politics, tactics, weapons, dollars and casualties. This is the language of sterility.

07:15: How casually we treat casualties in the context of this topic. This is where we conceive of rape and casualties as inevitabilities. Eighty percent of refugees around the world are women and children. Oh.Ninety percent of modern war casualties are civilians. Seventy-five percent of them are women and children. How interesting. Oh, half a million women in Rwanda get raped in 100 days. Or, as we speak now, hundreds of thousands of Congolese women are getting raped and mutilated. How interesting.These just become numbers that we refer to. The front of wars is increasingly non-human eyes peering down on our perceived enemies from space, guiding missiles toward unseen targets, while the human conduct of the orchestra of media relations in the event that this particular drone attack hits a villagerinstead of an extremist. It is a chess game. You learn to play an international relations school on your way out and up to national and international leadership. Checkmate.

08:37: We are missing a completely other side of wars. We are missing my mother's story, who made sure with every siren, with every raid, with every cut off-of electricity, she played puppet shows for my brothers and I, so we would not be scared of the sounds of explosions. We are missing the story of Fareeda, a music teacher, a piano teacher, in Sarajevo, who made sure that she kept the music school open every single day in the four years of besiege in Sarajevo and walked to that school, despite the snipers shooting at that school and at her, and kept the piano, the violin, the cello playing the whole duration of the war, with students wearing their gloves and hats and coats. That was her fight. That was her resistance. We are missing the story of Nehia, a Palestinian woman in Gaza who, the minute there was a cease-fire in the last year's war, she left out of home, collected all the flour and baked as much bread for every neighbor to have, in case there is no cease-fire the day after. We are missing the stories of Violet, who, despite surviving genocide in the church massacre, she kept on going on, burying bodies, cleaning homes, cleaning the streets. We are missing stories of women who are literally keeping life going in the midst of wars. Do you know -- do you know that people fall in love in war and go to school and go to factories and hospitals and get divorced and go dancing and go playing and live life going? And the ones who are keeping that life are women.

10:33: There are two sides of war. There is a side that fights, and there is a side that keeps the schools and the factories and the hospitals open. There is a side that is focused on winning battles, and there is a side that is focused on winning life. There is a side that leads the front-line discussion, and there is a side that leads the back-line discussion. There is a side that thinks that peace is the end of fighting, and there is a side that thinks that peace is the arrival of schools and jobs. There is a side that is led by men, and there is a side that is led by women. And in order for us to understand how do we build lasting peace, we must understand war and peace from both sides. We must have a full picture of what that means.

11:36: In order for us to understand what actually peace means, we need to understand, as one Sudanese woman once told me, "Peace is the fact that my toenails are growing back again." She grew up in Sudan, in Southern Sudan, for 20 years of war, where it killed one million people and displaced five million refugees. Many women were taken as slaves by rebels and soldiers, as sexual slaves who were forced also to carry the ammunition and the water and the food for the soldiers. So that woman walked for 20 years, so she would not be kidnapped again. And only when there was some sort of peace, her toenails grew back again. We need to understand peace from a toenail's perspective.

12:30We need to understand that we cannot actually have negotiations of ending of wars or peace without fully including women at the negotiating table. I find it amazing that the only group of people who are not fighting and not killing and not pillaging and not burning and not raping, and the group of people who are mostly -- though not exclusively -- who are keeping life going in the midst of war, are not included in the negotiating table. And I do argue that women lead the back-line discussion, but there are also men who are excluded from that discussion. The doctors who are not fighting, the artists, the students, the men who refuse to pick up the guns, they are, too, excluded from the negotiating tables. There is no way we can talk about a lasting peace, building of democracy, sustainable economies, any kind of stabilities, if we do not fully include women at the negotiating table. Not one, but 50 percent.

13:36There is no way we can talk about the building of stability if we don't start investing in women and girls.Did you know that one year of the world's military spending equals 700 years of the U.N. budget and equals 2,928 years of the U.N. budget allocated for women? If we just reverse that distribution of funds,perhaps we could have a better lasting peace in this world. And last, but not least, we need to invest in peace and women, not only because it is the right thing to do, not only because it is the right thing to do,for all of us to build sustainable and lasting peace today, but it is for the future.

14:30A Congolese woman, who was telling me about how her children saw their father killed in front of themand saw her raped in front of them and mutilated in front of them, and her children saw their nine-year-old sibling killed in front of them, how they're doing okay right now. She got into Women for Women International's program. She got a support network. She learned about her rights. We taught her vocational and business skills. We helped her get a job. She was earning 450 dollars. She was doing okay. She was sending them to school. Have a new home. She said, "But what I worry about the most is not any of that. I worry that my children have hate in their hearts, and when they want to grow up, they want to fight again the killers of their father and their brother." We need to invest in women, because that's our only chance to ensure that there is no more war in the future. That mother has a better chance to heal her children than any peace agreement can do.

15:38Are there good news? Of course, there are good news. There are lots of good news. To start with, these women that I told you about are dancing and singing every single day, and if they can, who are we not to dance? That girl that I told you about ended up starting Women for Women International Group that impacted one million people, sent 80 million dollars, and I started this from zero, nothing, nada, [unclear].

16:04(Laughter)

16:07They are women who are standing on their feet in spite of their circumstances, not because of it. Think of how the world can be a much better place if, for a change, we have a better equality, we have equality,we have a representation and we understand war, both from the front-line and the back-line discussion.

16:33Rumi, a 13th-century Sufi poet, says, "Out beyond the worlds of right-doings and wrong-doings, there is a field. I will meet you there. When the soul lies down in that grass, the world is too full to talk about.Ideas, language, even the phrase 'each other' no longer makes any sense." I humbly add -- humbly add -- that out beyond the worlds of war and peace, there is a field, and there are many women and men [who] are meeting there. Let us make this field a much bigger place. Let us all meet in that field.

17:22Thank you.

17:24(Applause)
One of Bob Dylan's greatest songs Blowin' in the Wind was written in 1962 and released on his album The Freewheelin' Bob Dylan in 1963. The song is about peace. In that, the song is about Ekonkar, the oneness of all. I used to wonder what makes some songs popular, how do they become powerful in swaying people's minds.  And in the late 2000s hypothesized that the most powerful and songs tend to be one that are singing Ekonkar.  This is true of Michael Jackson's We are the world, John Lenin's Imagine and even  Taylor Swift's Mean.

Although "Blowin' in the Wind" has been described as a protest song, it poses a series of rhetorical questions about peace, war and freedom. The third line in each of the three stanzas is especially poignant and questions. According to Mick Gold, the refrain "The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind" is "impenetrably ambiguous: either the answer is so obvious it is right in your face, or the answer is as intangible as the wind." For both reasons, wind an apt metaphor for knowledge. Guru Nanak so beautifully crystallizes this in 2 words and 5 syllables: "Pavan Guru" - "the wind is the guru."  Being a protest song, this song also reminds of Guru Nanak's protests against the cruelty of Babar's invasion of India in the 16th century.  

How many roads must a man walk down
Before you call him a man?
How many seas must a white dove sail
Before she sleeps in the sand?
How many times must the cannonballs fly
Before they're forever banned?
The answer, my friend, is blowing in the wind
The answer is blowing in the wind

How many years must a mountain exist
Before it is washed to the sea?
How many years can some people exist
Before they're allowed to be free?
How many times can a man turn his head
And pretend that he just doesn't see?
The answer, my friend, is blowing in the wind
The answer is blowing in the wind

How many times must a man look up
Before he can see the sky?
How many ears must one man have
Before he can hear people cry?
How many deaths will it take till he knows
That too many people have died?
The answer, my friend, is blowing in the wind
The answer is blowing in the wind

"Blowin' in the Wind" has been covered by hundreds of artists. The most commercially successful version is by folk music trio Peter, Paul and Mary, who released the song in June 1963, three weeks after The Freewheelin' Bob Dylan was issued.  Here is that version:


In two of the recent poems (Jaisi Main Aveh Khasam Ki Bani and Har Bin Jiyara ) I have sung from Guru Nanak, I found references to something called "kungoo."  

Khoon kae sohilae gaaveeahi naanak rath kaa kungoo paae vae laalo |1|
Sing the songs of murder, O Nanak, sprinkling kungoo* of blood, O Lalo. 

I hadn't seen this word before and mispronounced it "kangoo" initially.  Existing translations explained kungoo to be "saffron;"  but that was suspect.  I knew that saffron is called "kesar" not kungoo.  So I decided to do some research ...  

There are six references of "kungoo" in Gurbani.  All the references are from Guru Nanak.   It must have been popular during his time.  


Apparently "kungoo" powder can be found in Indian spice shops and can be used to color one's hair: 


Kungoo must have been used to beautiful brides before their weddings:


In the end I found the scientific name of kungoo in an old reference book: it was "sertaria italica." I looked for pictures and found dried pink seeds.  This must be it!  The seeds are dried and made into a powder that is pink that can be used as a dye.  



While I was working on Jaisi Main Aave Khasam Ki Bani, I read Babur's autobiography and I found the some passages very interesting. First the video of the shabad, and then the quotes from Babur. 


On being truthful:
I have not written all this to complain: I have simply written the truth. I do not intend by what I have written to compliment myself: I have simply set down exactly what happened. Since I have made it a point in this history to write the truth of every matter and to set down no more than the reality of every event, as a consequence I have reported every good and evil I have seen of father and brother and set down the actuality of every fault and virtue of relative and stranger. May the reader excuse me; may the listener take me not to task.

Babar's geneology:

Babar was the great-great-great-grandsom of Timur and he claimed that from his mother's side, he was descended from Genghis khan. In his autobiography he describes the genealogy of his maternal grandfather Yunas Khan as:
Yunas Khan, son of Wais Khan, son of Sher-'ali Aughlon, son of Muhammad Khan, son of Khizr Khwaja Khan, son of Tughluq-timur Khan, son of Aisan-bugha Khan, son of Dawa Khan, son of Baraq Khan, son of Yesuntawa Khan, son of Muatukan, son of Chagatai Khan, son of Genghis Khan

"Pillar of heads"

We had been told that when Afghans are powerless to resist, they go before their foe with grass between their teeth, this being as much as to say, " I am your cow."  Here we saw this custom ; Afghans unable to make resistance, came before us with grass between their teeth. Those our men had brought in as prisoners were ordered to be beheaded and a pillar of their heads was set up in our camp 
I first heard the word sangur after coming to Kabul where people describe fortifying themselves on a hill as making a sangur. Our men went straight up, broke into it and cut off a hundred or two of insolent Afghan heads. There also a pillar of heads was set up.
After dismounting in Bannu, we heard that the tribesmen in the Plain (Dasht) were for resisting an4 were entrenching themselves on a hill to the north. A force headed by Jahanglr Mirza, went against what seemed to be the Kiwi sangur, took it at once, made general slaughter, cut off and brought in many heads. Much white cloth fell into (their) hands. In Bannu also a pillar of heads was set up. After the sangur had been taken, the Kiwi head-man, Shadi Khan, came to my presence, with grass between his teeth, and did me obeisance. I pardoned all the prisoners.

On his "wretched" Mongol cousins compared to his own troops:
The Moghul troops who had come as reinforcements had no endurance for battle. They left the battle and began to unhorse and plunder our own men. It was not just here they did this: those wretched Moghuls always do this. If they win they take booty; if they lose they unhorse their own people and plunder them for for booty.

On the deplorable "Hindustan":
Hindustan is a place of little charm… There are no good horses, meat, grapes, melons, or other fruit. There is no ice, cold water, good food or bread in the markets. There are no baths and no madrasas. There are no candles, torches, or candlesticks.

On killing "infidels"
For the sake of Islam I became a wanderer,
I battled infidels and Hindus,
I determined to become a martyr
Thank God I became a Killer of Non-Muslims!

Babar and Music

Mentions Musicians that need to be remembered.  This among many:
ShaikhT the flautist {ndyt) was another ; it is said he played also the lute and the guitar, and that he had played the flute from his 12th or 13th year. He once produced a wonderful air on the flute, at one of Badl'u'z-zaman Mirza's assemblies ; Qul-i- muhammad could not reproduce it on the guitar, so declared this a worthless instrument ; Shaikhl Ndyi at once took the guitar from Qul-i-muhammad's hands and played the air on it, well and in perfect tune. They say he was so expert in music that having once heard an air, he was able to say, "This or that is the tune of so-and-so's or so-and-so's flute." 
Discerning good and bad music; for him being "in tune" was important.
Amongst the musicians present at this party were Hafiz HajT, Jalalu'd-din Mahmud the flautist, and Ghulam shadt's younger brother, Ghulam bacha the Jews'-harpist. Hafiz Haji sang well, as Herl people sing, quietly, delicately, and in tune. With Jahangir Mirza was a Samarkandl singer Mir Jan whose singing was always loud, harsh and out-of-tune. The Mirza, having had enough, ordered him to sing ; he did so, loudly, harshly and without taste. Khurasanis have quite refined manners ; if, under this singing, one did stop his ears, the face of another put question, not one could stop the singer, out of consideration for the Mirza.
Musicians are named in parties:
Having ridden out at the Mid-day Prayer for an excursion, we got on a boat and 'araq was drunk. The people of the party were Dost Beg, Mirza Quli, Ahmadi, Gadai, Muhammad 'All Jang-jang, 'Asas,5 and Aughan-blrdI MughilL The musicians were Rauh-dam, Baba Jan, Qasim-i-'all, Yusuf-i-'alT, Tingrl-qull, Abu'l-qasim, Ramzan Lull. We drank in the boat till the Bed- time Prayer ; then getting off it, full of drink, we mounted, took torches in our hands, and went to camp from the river's bank

Babar's Poverty
During my stay in Tashkent, I endured much poverty and humiliation. I had no country or hope of one! Most of my retainers dispersed; those who remained were unable to move about with me because of their destitution. This uncertainty and want of house and home drove me at last to despair. I thought, 'It would be better to go off by myself than live in such misery; better to go as far as my feet can carry me than for others to see me in such poverty and humiliation. 

On Melons (he loved melons!):
In all Fergana no fort is so strong as Akhsi. Its suburbs extend some two miles further than the walled town. People say of Akhsi, "Where is the village? Where are the trees?" Its melons are excellent; one variety of them is known as Mir Timuri and may have no equal in the world. The melons of Bukhara are famous. When I took Samarkand, I had some brought from there and some from Akhsi. They were cut up at an entertainment and those from Bukhara could not compare with those from Akhsi. The fowling and hunting of Akhsi are very good indeed; white deer abound in the waste on the Akhsi side of the Syr-Darya; in the jungle on the Andijan side, abundant and well-fed bucks and does, pheasant and hare are had.
Samarkand has good districts and subdistricts. Its largest district, and one that is its equal, is Bukhara, 162 miles to the west. Bukhara in its turn, has several subdistricts; it is a fine town. Its fruits are many and good, its melons excellent, none in Mawara'u'n-nahr matching them for quality and quantity. Although the Mir Timuri- melon of Akhsi is sweeter and more delicate than any Bukhara melon, still in Bukhara many kinds of melon are good and plentiful. The Bukhara plum is famous; no other equals it. They skin it, dry it and export it from land to land with other rarities; it is an excellent laxative. Fowls and geese are bred in abundance in Bukhara. Bukhara wine is the strongest made in Mawara'u'n-nahr; that was what I drank while in Samarkand.
One of those on the south is Andijan, which has a central position and is the capital of the Fergana country. It produces much grain, fruits in abundance, excellent grapes and melons. In the melon season, it is not customary to sell them out at the fields. There are no pears better than those of Andijan. After Samarkand and Kesh, the fort of Andijan is the largest in Mawara'u'n-nahr (Transoxiana). It has three gates. Its citadel (ark) is on its south side. Water flows into it by nine channels, but, oddly, flows out by none. Round the outer edge of the ditch runs a gravelled highway; the width of this highway divides the fort from the suburbs surrounding it.
 Educational

Just as 'Arabs call every place outside 'Arab (Arabia), ' Ajam, so Hindustanis call every place outside Hindustan, Khurasan. There are two trade-marts on the land-route between Hindustan and Khurasan ; one is Kabul, the other, Qandahar.
From all these the mountains of Nijr-au, the Lamghanat and Sawad differ in having masses of cypresses,^ holm-oak, olive and mastic {kkanjak) ; their grass also is different, — it is dense, it is tall, it is good neither for horse nor sheep. Although these mountains are not so high as those already described, indeed they look to be low, none-the-less, they are strongholds ; what to the eye is even slope, really is hard rock on which it is impossible to ride. Many of the beasts and birds of Hindustan are found amongst them, such as the parrot, mina, peacock and liija {lukhd), the ape, nil-gdu and hog-deer {kuta-pdt); some found there are not found even in Hindustan.

References:
https://depts.washington.edu/silkroad/texts/babur/babur1.html
https://archive.org/stream/baburnamainengli01babuuoft/baburnamainengli01babuuoft_djvu.txt

Towards the end of my taxi journey today in New York I asked where the cab driver was from.  He told me Kirkhistan.  He claimed that he was the descendent of Genghis Khan.  That was very interesting because I have been doing research on another descendent of Genghis Khan: Babar (See here).  Here is a picture of me with him at the airport:

In the short time I spent talking to him, he told me that Genghis Khan was not as bad as historians have painted him. When I returned from the trip, I read a little about Genghis Khan.  I found that there were actually some positives that came from Genghis Khan's empire, for example he started an international post system.  While there may have been some good things that Genghis Khan did, but in the end because he killed millions of people, I would say he is correctly categorized as a monster in history.

In my research, I found that around 1 out of every 200 men living in the world are descendents of Genghis Khan.  See here. Hmmm!

More on Genghis Khan:
10 Things You May Not Know About Genghis Khan
- Evan Andrews



Genghis Khan founded the Mongol Empire and became one of the most feared conquerors of all time.

Between 1206 and his death in 1227, the Mongol leader Genghis Khan conquered nearly 12 million square miles of territory—more than any individual in history. Along the way, he cut a ruthless path through Asia and Europe that left untold millions dead, but he also modernized Mongolian culture, embraced religious freedom and helped open contact between East and West. Explore 10 facts about a great ruler who was equal parts military genius, political statesman and bloodthirsty terror.

“Genghis” wasn’t his real name.

The man who would become the “Great Khan” of the Mongols was born along the banks of the Onon River sometime around 1162 and originally named Temujin, which means “of iron” or “blacksmith.” He didn’t get the honorific name “Genghis Kahn” until 1206, when he was proclaimed leader of the Mongols at a tribal meeting known as a “kurultai.” While “Khan” is a traditional title meaning “leader” or “ruler,” historians are still unsure of the origins of “Genghis.” It may have may have meant “ocean” or “just,” but in context it is usually translated as “supreme ruler” or “universal ruler.”


He had a rough childhood.

From an early age, Genghis was forced to contend with the brutality of life on the Mongolian Steppe. Rival Tatars poisoned his father when he was only nine, and his own tribe later expelled his family and left his mother to raise her seven children alone. Genghis grew up hunting and foraging to survive, and as an adolescent he may have even murdered his own half-brother in a dispute over food. During his teenage years, rival clans abducted both he and his young wife, and Genghis spent time as a slave before making a daring escape. Despite all these hardships, by his early 20s he had established himself as a formidable warrior and leader. After amassing an army of supporters, he began forging alliances with the heads of important tribes. By 1206, he had successfully consolidated the steppe confederations under his banner and began to turn his attention to outside conquest.


There is no definitive record of what he looked like.

For such an influential figure, very little is known about Genghis Kahn’s personal life or even his physical appearance. No contemporary portraits or sculptures of him have survived, and what little information historians do have is often contradictory or unreliable. Most accounts describe him as tall and strong with a flowing mane of hair and a long, bushy beard. Perhaps the most surprising description comes courtesy of the 14th century Persian chronicler Rashid al-Din, who claimed Genghis had red hair and green eyes. Al-Din’s account is questionable—he never met the Khan in person—but these striking features were not unheard of among the ethnically diverse Mongols.


Some of his most trusted generals were former enemies.

The Great Khan had a keen eye for talent, and he usually promoted his officers on skill and experience rather than class, ancestry or even past allegiances. One famous example of this belief in meritocracy came during a 1201 battle against the rival Taijut tribe, when Genghis was nearly killed after his horse was shot out from under him with an arrow. When he later addressed the Taijut prisoners and demanded to know who was responsible, one soldier bravely stood up and admitted to being the shooter. Stirred by the archer’s boldness, Genghis made him an officer in his army and later nicknamed him “Jebe,” or “arrow,” in honor of their first meeting on the battlefield. Along with the famed general Subutai, Jebe would go on to become one of the Mongols’ greatest field commanders during their conquests in Asia and Europe.


He rarely left a score unsettled.

Genghis Khan often gave other kingdoms a chance to peacefully submit to Mongol rule, but he didn’t hesitate to bring down the sword on any society that resisted. One of his most famous campaigns of revenge came in 1219, after the Shah of the Khwarezmid Empire broke a treaty with the Mongols. Genghis had offered the Shah a valuable trade agreement to exchange goods along the Silk Road, but when his first emissaries were murdered, the enraged Khan responded by unleashing the full force of his Mongol hordes on the Khwarezmid territories in Persia. The subsequent war left millions dead and the Shah’s empire in utter ruin, but the Khan didn’t stop there. He followed up on his victory by returning east and waging war on the Tanguts of Xi Xia, a group of Mongol subjects who had refused his order to provide troops for his invasion of Khwarizm. After routing the Tangut forces and sacking their capital, the Great Khan ordered the execution of the entire Tangut royal family as punishment for their defiance.


He was responsible for the deaths of as many as 40 million people.

While it’s impossible to know for sure how many people perished during the Mongol conquests, many historians put the number at somewhere around 40 million. Censuses from the Middle Ages show that the population of China plummeted by tens of millions during the Khan’s lifetime, and scholars estimate that he may have killed a full three-fourths of modern-day Iran’s population during his war with the Khwarezmid Empire. All told, the Mongols’ attacks may have reduced the entire world population by as much as 11 percent.


He was tolerant of different religions.

Unlike many empire builders, Genghis Khan embraced the diversity of his newly conquered territories. He passed laws declaring religious freedom for all and even granted tax exemptions to places of worship. This tolerance had a political side—the Khan knew that happy subjects were less likely to rebel—but the Mongols also had an exceptionally liberal attitude towards religion. While Genghis and many others subscribed to a shamanistic belief system that revered the spirits of the sky, winds and mountains, the Steppe peoples were a diverse bunch that included Nestorian Christians, Buddhists, Muslims and other animistic traditions. The Great Khan also had a personal interest in spirituality. He was known to pray in his tent for multiple days before important campaigns, and he often met with different religious leaders to discuss the details of their faiths. In his old age, he even summoned the Taoist leader Qiu Chuji to his camp, and the pair supposedly had long conversations on immortality and philosophy.


He created one of the first international postal systems.

Along with the bow and the horse, the Mongols most potent weapon may have been their vast communication network. One of his earliest decrees as Khan involved the formation of a mounted courier service known as the “Yam.” This medieval express consisted of a well-organized series of post houses and way stations strung out across the whole of the Empire. By stopping to rest or take on a fresh mount every few miles, official riders could often travel as far as 200 miles a day. The system allowed goods and information to travel with unprecedented speed, but it also acted as the eyes and ears of the Khan. Thanks to the Yam, he could easily keep abreast of military and political developments and maintain contact with his extensive network of spies and scouts. The Yam also helped protect foreign dignitaries and merchants during their travels. In later years, the service was famously used by the likes of Marco Polo and John of Plano Carpini.


No one knows how he died or where he is buried.

Of all the enigmas surrounding the Khan’s life, perhaps the most famous concerns how it ended. The traditional narrative says he died in 1227 from injuries sustained in a fall from a horse, but other sources list everything from malaria to an arrow wound in the knee. One of the more questionable accounts even claims he was murdered while trying to force himself on a Chinese princess. However he died, the Khan took great pains to keep his final resting place a secret. According to legend, his funeral procession slaughtered everyone they came in contact with during their journey and then repeatedly rode horses over his grave to help conceal it. The tomb is most likely on or around a Mongolian mountain called Burkhan Khaldun, but to this day its precise location is unknown.


The Soviets tried to snuff out his memory in Mongolia.

Genghis Khan is now seen as a national hero and founding father of Mongolia, but during the era of Soviet rule in the 20th century, the mere mention of his name was banned. Hoping to stamp out all traces of Mongolian nationalism, the Soviets tried to suppress the Khan’s memory by removing his story from school textbooks and forbidding people from making pilgrimages to his birthplace in Khentii. Genghis Khan was eventually restored to Mongolian history after the country won independence in the early 1990s, and he’s since become a recurring motif in art and popular culture. The Great Khan lends his name to the nation’s main airport in the city of Ulan Bator, and his portrait even appears on Mongolian currency.
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