Beautiful and scary at the same time. Wonder when the big one will strike! ☄️ P.S This is probably what happened over Stockton, California.
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Rafeef Ziadah – We Teach Life, Sir.
"Today, my body was a TV’d massacre.
Today, my body was a TV’d massacre that had to fit into sound-bites and word limits.
Today, my body was a TV’d massacre that had to fit into sound-bites and word limits filled enough with statistics to counter measured response.
And I perfected my English and I learned my UN resolutions.
But still, he asked me, Ms. Ziadah, don’t you think that everything would be resolved if you would just stop teaching so much hatred to your children?
Pause.
I look inside of me for strength to be patient but patience is not at the tip of my tongue as the bombs drop over Gaza.
Patience has just escaped me.
Pause. Smile.
We teach life, sir.
Rafeef, remember to smile.
Pause.
We teach life, sir.
We Palestinians teach life after they have occupied the last sky.
We teach life after they have built their settlements and apartheid walls, after the last skies.
We teach life, sir.
But today, my body was a TV’d massacre made to fit into sound-bites and word limits.
And just give us a story, a human story.
You see, this is not political.
We just want to tell people about you and your people so give us a human story.
Don’t mention that word “apartheid” and “occupation”.
This is not political.
You have to help me as a journalist to help you tell your story which is not a political story.
Today, my body was a TV’d massacre.
How about you give us a story of a woman in Gaza who needs medication?
How about you?
Do you have enough bone-broken limbs to cover the sun?
Hand me over your dead and give me the list of their names in one thousand two hundred word limits.
Today, my body was a TV’d massacre that had to fit into sound-bites and word limits and move those that are desensitized to terrorist blood.
But they felt sorry.
They felt sorry for the cattle over Gaza.
So, I give them UN resolutions and statistics and we condemn and we deplore and we reject.
And these are not two equal sides: occupier and occupied.
And a hundred dead, two hundred dead, and a thousand dead.
And between that, war crime and massacre, I vent out words and smile “not exotic”, “not terrorist”.
And I recount, I recount a hundred dead, a thousand dead.
Is anyone out there?
Will anyone listen?
I wish I could wail over their bodies.
I wish I could just run barefoot in every refugee camp and hold every child, cover their ears so they wouldn’t have to hear the sound of bombing for the rest of their life the way I do.
Today, my body was a TV’d massacre
And let me just tell you, there’s nothing your UN resolutions have ever done about this.
And no sound-bite, no sound-bite I come up with, no matter how good my English gets, no sound-bite, no sound-bite, no sound-bite, no sound-bite will bring them back to life.
No sound-bite will fix this.
We teach life, sir.
We teach life, sir.
We Palestinians wake up every morning to teach the rest of the world life, sir."
[Jan 2013] Rafeef at 'To exist is to Resist’, special event at the ICA, London [Link]
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Hadeel [cooing of doves] (Doves will not fly over Gaza again) [Link][Link]
Breathe [Link]
Savage [Link]
[I am an Arab woman of color and we come in] All Shades of Anger [Link][Link]
Supposed To [Link]
Cultivate Hope [in the rest of us] [Link]
'Rafeef’s debut ablum Hadeel is dedicated to Palestinian youth, who still fly kites in the face of F16 bombers, who still remember the names of their villages in Palestine and still hear the sound of Hadeel over Gaza.' [Listen] [Link][Purchase] [Link]
'We Palestinians wake up every morning to teach the rest of the world life, sir.'
How true! They teach us how to live and resist this evil that wants to consume everything beautiful and real here on the planet Earth.
Here is "Shades of Anger' by Rafeef Ziadah [Link]
I am generally a very cynical and angry man.
But when I meet a friend, I smile.
In fact, it is the meeting, making and keeping of friends, that make life worth living at all.
Can we be friends?
Or must we all be the same?
Like robots, made to order.
Just thank you for exposing the brutality of the Israeli government and the cowardice and complicity of Western politicians.
Are you reading this Stephen Harper? For once more, notwithstanding all of your pious and right-wing evangelical rhetorical bullshit, you and your authoritarian toadies are nothing more than common murderers of the helpless and innocent.
You have been exposed for the monsters you really are.
And to CBC, a taxpayer-supported news organization, goddamn your executive and news anchors for lying to the Canadian public about this invasion and occupation.
May you one day experience the anguish and suffering you have helped to inflict on the Palestinian people.
voice Rafeef carries.
Thank you SAJ for the transcript.