John Pilger

When General Suharto, the West鈥檚 man, seized power in Indonesia in the mid-1960s, he offered 鈥渁 gleam of light in Asia鈥, rejoiced Time magazine. That he had killed up to a million 鈥渃ommunists鈥 was of no account in the acquisition of what Richard Nixon called 鈥渢he richest hoard of natural resources, the greatest prize in south-east Asia鈥.
The aircraft flew low, following the Mekong River west from Vietnam. Once over Cambodia, what we saw silenced all of us on board.
US President Barack Obama, winner of the 2009 Nobel Peace Prize, is planning another war to add to his impressive record.
The struggle of striking British postal workers against privatisation plans is as vital for democracy as any national event in recent years. The campaign against them is part of a historic shift from the last vestiges of political democracy in Britain to a corporate world of insecurity and war.
In 2001, the London Observer published a series of reports claiming an 鈥淚raqi connection鈥 to al-Qaeda, even describing the base in Iraq where the training of terrorists took place and a facility where anthrax was being made as a weapon of mass destruction.
It is a decade since the people of East Timor defied the genocidal occupiers of their country to take part in a United Nations referendum, voting for their freedom and independence.
The hysteria over the release of the so-called Lockerbie bomber, Libyan Abdel Basset Ali al-Megrahi, reveals much about the political and media class on both sides of the Atlantic, especially Britain.
I met Eddie Spearritt in the Philharmonic pub, overlooking Liverpool. It was a few years after 96 Liverpool football fans were crushed to death at Hillsborough Stadium, Sheffield, on April 15, 1989. Eddie鈥檚 14-year-old son, Adam, died in his arms.
The theft of public money by members of parliament, including government ministers, has given Britons a rare glimpse inside the tent of power and privilege.
In the early 1960s, it was the Irish of Derry who would phone late at night, speaking in a single breath, spilling out stories of discrimination and injustice. Who listened to their truth until the violence began?
At my hotel in Phnom Penh, the women and children sat on one side of the room, palais-style, the men on the other. It was a disco night and a lot of fun; then suddenly people walked to the windows and wept.
聯When the truth is replaced by silence聰, the Soviet dissident Yevgeny Yevtushenko said, 聯the silence is a lie聰.