RPCV Peter Navarro (Thailand) arrested



A federal grand jury indicted former Trump White House adviser Peter Navarro (Thailand 1973-76) on criminal contempt of Congress charges after he refused to comply with a subpoena issued by the House Jan. 6 committee.

The FBI arrested Navarro Friday morning. In his first court appearance Friday afternoon, Navarro said that he was on his way to Nashville for a television appearance Friday morning, and that an FBI team let him get to the airport and try to board a plane before putting him in handcuffs. Navarro said during his court appearance he was put in a jail cell Friday.



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  • Peter trained with TEFL Group 43 in Thailand from March 3rd until April 30th of 1973 (not 1972). His biological sketch and photo, both included in the biographies book for Thailand Groups 43 and 44, are part of the Friends of Thailand digital archives.

  • Thank you, Jim, for the ‘heads up’ on Navarro. Checking bios on the web, it says he was three years in the Peace Corps, from 1973 to 1976. John

  • Life is not a game. This is from an early PC Volunteer Ghana 1961, old now — 85 on March 21, 2022: It seems so long ago and yesterday when in 1960 I came up for more graduate study from North Texas State in Denton to Boston University and as a Lowell Fellow an intern at WGBH-TV the then New England Television station on the M.I.T. campus in Cambridge just over the Charles River from Boston on Massachusetts Avenue above a former roller rink and as Louis Lyons assistant on his twice weekly 14:28 second programs of News and the other of profiles and special subjects. In the summer June 1960 as the technical assistant I began on his many programs about Senator J F Kennedy and others in their reach for their Party’s nominations — Harold Stassen was Republican nomination seeker. But also Hubert Humphrey, Adlai Stevenson, Eleanor Roosevelt, Robert Kennedy and others came on. Often there was talk of what came to be, later, in the Fall 1960 the name PEACE CORPS. The next year, still on the job I took the test, and in time, in June the call to go to Ghana and I went first to Berkeley for training. Then at the tail end of August I headed up to D.C. stopping first home to Dallas to seem my dad and mom and six siblings. Dad was ailing (it turned out terminal cancer and by October I was sent back home to be the financial head of our family for the next six years, I being the first in our families with college education). But on the way up to D.C. just before heading off in that 2 engine prop Covair to the Azores, Dakar in Senegal, then Ghana my contingent of 50 went up to the White House and met Kennedy for my third time (I’d met him when he was a Senator seeking the Party nod and then in the Fall as the Democrat Party candidate). Now we are talking of the 61st anniversary of our PEACE CORPS next month my 85th birthday month. Peace is not around some corner, nor may it ever be, but it is still to sought. I was born in Niagara Falls, NY in 1937 in a Depression when WAR in Europe and WAR in the Pacific was already swelling and staining the world, our planet. War continues and also now also while peoples and countries “attle” there are pandemics and illness that are endemic along with possibly also through weather, climate, life’s end, and possibly (it is not far-fetched to suggest) the demise of our planet. (It used to be in the phrase from The Group, a novel by Mary McCarthy, “Who’d’a thunk it” only IN THOSE farfetched Science Fiction pulp stories and novels.)
    SMACKDOWN is a phrase used about those dick-on-dick boxing punch-outs. I’ll stop here at 4:29 am San Francisco CA, Feb 19, 2022. This could be a modern parable in the often described prose poetry style. It will have no traction for any possible future I fear this palpable night.

      After it is ripe, time is banished.
      did not eat down.
      Nuclear swords, dialectic knots
      hang over candidates for Alexander’s
      shoes, stare-into futures for accidents from
      yesterday’s tapestry.
      Rot eats down, seasons scatter. And we read them, fraying.
      Black mirrors, white minutes manure to loam.
      “Of” is “from’s” motive;
      “what” is “why’s” dance.
      Ideas, nuclear ripe, coral mouthed, are blind windows.
      Now sit in judgment
      on the past and out of that dark doorway,
      Remember now is not elsewhere, we are not ‘there’
      and do not know an elsewhere.
      Now, ‘here’ is. Other : there where we are not.
      I do not know other than this. Other than this
      is not now. Now
      the sky begins to split open. Now sit, judge.
      © Copyright EDWARD MYCUE


        I am not mythic. The life force continues. We live stewards, mechanics, actors.

        Actions matter. Our beginnings organize into matter.

        Out there became here. What was here then, there, remains.

        Here, now, resting time, still seeking.

        Circles twisting, continuing, turning what was then back, forward.

        Here returns, but not here’s beginning.

        (C) Copyright Edward Mycue Saturday June 11, 2022 8:20am

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