Tuesday, December 11, 2012
Fares was the Generator
Friday, December 07, 2012
No Country Would Tolerate Missiles
Walid al Nassasra and two
of his daughters stand staring into the pit where his brothers sheet-metal
roofed, cinder-block home stood until it was hit in a pin-point strike with a
precision guided bomb from an F-16 fighter jet (provided by the United States)
on 19 Nov 2012 at 10 pm as the family slept. If not for the clothes and bedding
strewn about, it would be difficult to tell that a home once stood here.
His brother Taqwfiq, like Walid, is a farmer. Their family has been farming in
the Rafah area for 35 years. They are poor people, scratching out a living on a
small plot of land. As we sat and talked with Walid, Israeli F-16's roared
across the sky.
2 nephews, Ahmed and Mohamed, were killed. (Yes, every Martyr, innocent civilian, and resistance fighter here has a name. Everyone killed here has family left behind who grieves for them. Everyone.)
Wednesday, December 05, 2012
The Message
Saturday, December 01, 2012
Tonight I am Confused
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| Youth look out at remains of a destroyed home in Jabalya Camp. |
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| Fares' father stands near the spot where his son was killed. |
Tuesday, November 27, 2012
Gaza Under Ceasefire (*and the Siege Remains)
Wednesday, November 07, 2012
Sandy and Relief
Yesterday in Rockaway
i was reminded of the aftermath of Katrina, the Rodney King riots and Iraq,
Afghanistan, and particularly i was reminded of Gaza and the West Bank, where
the 'aftermath' never comes, where just a continuous, unending calamity unfolds
at the hands of America's 'democracy'.
Yesterday we drove past lines of hundreds of people waiting to vote. All that
was missing was the blue ink to dip their fingers in and to hold up to the
cameras with a smile.
Yesterday we baked food to bring to hungry people who have been ignored and
forgotten by our government. Mostly they are poor people, many elderly people,
many children. We did not see a presence of the Red Cross, where millions of
dollars have been deposited in the past week. And while we saw large numbers of
cops and military convoys on the streets, we did not see them going door to
door to help people who have been stranded without power for a week, many of
whom can't escape the confines of their dark, cold homes. (This is not to say
they are not doing great work somewhere, just in our little corner of
destruction they were not to be found.) One visiting nurse told us she has been
trying for a week to get help bringing 100 elderly wheel chair bound people
down dark stairwells in a 20 story complex. Finally, when it was just too
obvious that no help would arrive, the visiting nurse organized other nurses
and residents and they carried the people down themselves. Meanwhile hundreds
of ambulances and medic crews are sitting in a staging area waiting for orders.
They have traveled from many places to help, because that is what they do.
People have traveled from around the country to help. Can i hear a "good
job Brownie" please?
Yesterday i saw hundreds of ordinary citizens taking care of themselves and
their neighbors as best they can. i have seen this in all the mayhem over all
the years and disasters in the paragraph above. It is what keeps me alive in
this world filled with so much ugliness and neglect.
i hear Obama was reelected. 4 more years of the same old thing. Over the last
year of campaigning i have come to understand that Obama is proud of what he
has done and what he has done in my name as an American and for this i feel
ashamed. And i am scared of what will come.
Today snow, rain, and wind is coming. Many people in the Rockaways are in
desperate need of blankets. The same is so in Afghanistan where babies froze to
death in their mothers arms last winter.
There are natural weather events and there are disasters. We are living in a
time of great disaster worldwide which our government seems unable to heal and
plays a great part in perpetuating.
The most common negative comment i hear about my writing is, "What
happened to you? Why do you hate your country so much?" i can only say my
government continues to fail those who depend on it the most here and around
the world and this has always been so.
And i am wondering where i can find a couple of blankets.
Saturday, October 20, 2012
Furkan's Birthday
Keep Furkan in your memories today.
Sunday, October 07, 2012
Once Columbus
I love Columbus
Day. Each year I recall the simple song I learned as a child about the man who
“discovered” America. I still recall the innocent boy whose imagination was
taken by the story of adventure and discovery.
In fourteen
hundred and ninety two. Columbus sailed the ocean blue.
On Columbus Day, I
reflect on the facts of that fateful discovery. Hispaniola at the time of
Columbus’ arrival was home to as many as 300,000 people. On seeing the Arawak
people Columbus wrote in his journal,
"At daybreak great multitudes of men came to the shore, all young and of
fine shapes, and very handsome. Their eyes are large and very beautiful.” In
the same entry he wrote, “It appears to me, that the people are ingenious, and
would be good servants and I am of opinion that they would very readily become
Christians, as they appear to have no religion.” Columbus kidnapped up to 25
people, although only 7 or 8 survived the journey back to Spain. By 1496
it is estimated that one third of the population had been killed or taken as
slaves. In 1592 fewer than 200 Indigenous people remained. By 1555, none
survived.
I realize every
lie and distortion I hold of my country began in that classroom all those years
ago.
I love Columbus
Day. It reminds me that often, even the most God fearing individuals are the
most self-deluded. In the spring of 1493 Columbus wrote to a sponsor,
"They are artless and generous with what they have, to such a degree as no
one would believe but him who had seen it. Of anything they have, if it be
asked for, they never say no, but do rather invite the person to accept it, and
show as much lovingness as though they would give their hearts." Later in
the letter Columbus went on to say, "Their Highnesses may see that I shall
give them as much gold as they need.... and slaves as many as they shall order
to be shipped." Though he was aware of their generosity and selflessness,
rather than emulate them, he decided he would subjugate them. Columbus was the
first slave trader in the Americas.
Columbus Day
reminds me that my countries origin was based on violence, subjugation, racism
and genocide. As the native population was decimated, it was deemed necessary
to bring slaves from Africa to the “new world” for cheap, disposable labor.
Throughout the years when America was a slave republic, the wealthiest
Americans were those who owned the most human beings. But we should not forget
that slave owners spanned all classes. This, from America, the country founded
on the idea that all human beings have equal intrinsic worth, value, and
rights. The “land of the free, home of the brave,” indeed.
I love Columbus
Day. It reminds me that greed corrupts utterly. Columbus returned to Hispaniola
to colonize the island. By 1495 Columbus and his men were terrorizing the
indigenous people, demanding that they mine for gold and pay tribute to their
masters. Those who could not provide the quota faced dismemberment and were
sent back to their people as an example. There are first hand accounts of
soldiers hunting the Arawak for sport and feeding people to their dogs.
Columbus himself documented sexual slavery of young children during his reign
as “governor”.
Today in America,
one in every four African-American men is likely to be imprisoned. In the “War
on Drugs" black and Latino men are arrested, prosecuted and imprisoned at
highly disproportionate rates than whites. Our prisons are privatized, for
profit, operations whose stocks are traded on the Wall St. Whether you are a
black man or woman in one of America’s prisons, or you are undocumented and
work under the blazing sun on American farms, you are paid pennies as others
enrich themselves off of your labor.
Foreclosures have separated millions of
black and brown Americans from their property. Of the nearly 10 million people
whose homes have been foreclosed 40% are black and Latino. The net worth in
communities of color has plunged to the lowest level on record. Black and brown
wealth has been transferred to America’s largest banks. This theft has gone
unchallenged as the banks have enriched themselves, received federal bailouts,
and now investment companies seek to rent out the homes to the very people they
have been stolen from.
I love Columbus Day because the veneration of this man makes clear how George Bush a self described “compassionate conservative” can torture people and have a library built in his name. Barack Obama can win the Nobel Peace Prize as he authorizes summary execution of people through drone warfare and authorizes indefinite detention without trial of American citizens. Madeleine Albright, when confronted with the deaths of up to 500,000 Iraqi children during sanctions can declare, “We think the price is worth it.” She is now an author and a sought after speaker on the lecture circuit where she describes her life as “devoted to human rights.” This self-delusion and ideas of grandeur poison us as we impose the same tough sanctions on Iran and call for that nations people to be brought to their knees. Medicines dwindle in Iranian hospitals and prices skyrocket due to hyperinflation, the currency losing 15% of its value overnight. It is only a matter of time until children starve.
We can look to Afghanistan and Iraq to see our imperialist footprint spreading across the globe. Afghanistan with its untapped mineral wealth estimated in the trillions of dollars and Iraq with its vast oil fields, it’s people only considered “collateral damage” if they are considered at all. Meanwhile, we formulate agreements with the governments we impose that will allow our corporations to steal the resources and keep the citizens in penury. The footprint is on the neck of the people.
And what of Palestine, and her people? It is America that provides the weapons, the cash, and the cover in all Israel’s efforts to dispossess the Palestinian people of their land and resources. An Israeli soldier once told me to go home and deal with the dispossession of the indigenous people in America before I concerned myself with the plight of the Palestinians. He was correct in considering the parallels between genocide in America and ethnic cleansing in Palestine.
As countries smolder and survivors live among the ruins, a generation lost to violence and destruction, we congratulate ourselves on “winning”, and move on to the next conflagration. Americans are lost as well. Lost in our deluded imagination of a country that wishes peace in the world, we remain blind to the horrors of “shock and awe”, drone attacks, night raids, and torture as our government sows carnage in every direction. U.S. threats to attack Iran are part of a century-old pattern of violence aimed at ensuring U.S. domination. “Freedom!” we proclaim, “Democracy! How ungrateful these people are- can’t they see we have liberated them? Why do they hate us? It can only be because we are free.” We wave our flags, paint stars and stripes on our faces and chant “USA! USA! USA!"
Columbus Day is a good day to reconsider who I am. I have been to Big Mountain, the Four Corners, and Wounded Knee. I have heard the stories of relocation, theft, poverty, and struggle. I have been to too many funerals in Marwahin, Jenin, Beit Lahiya and Gaza. I have sat in the rubble in al-Amiriya, in Qana, in Bint Jbeil, in Rafah, and in Kabul. I have cried with refugee grandmothers whose families have been scattered like seeds on the wind. I have cried with mothers whose children were torn to shreds under laser-guided bombs and whose sons have died as foot soldiers in our wars of conquest. I have cried with men who have dug the bodies of their wives and children from the rubble of their homes. I am intimate with this fella Columbus and I know too well that our national claim of freedom leaves me disgraced and dishonored.
And the blood flows.
Friday, September 21, 2012
International Peace Day from Kabul, Afghanistan
Tuesday, September 11, 2012
“We are at War. Somebody is Going to Pay.” George W. Bush, Sept 11th, 2001
Monday, September 03, 2012
2 Million Friends Calling for Peace
Four decades of war.
Two million people dead. Trillions of dollars spent. Money disappearing
into the pockets of corrupt politicians, bureaucrats, policemen and the armed
forces. No accountability. No transparency. No infrastructure. The misery and poverty
of the majority of the people continues unabated, decade after decade. Children freeze to death in the winter. They
starve to death all year round. The question remains, “Who benefits from this
misery?” The human cost of war doesn’t enter into any politician’s
calculations.
On Sunday, September 2nd, the Afghan Peace
Volunteers held a press conference in Kabul, Afghanistan to introduce a new
strategy, called the “2 Million Friends” initiative. Built on a foundation of
hope and goodwill, this initiative calls on ordinary citizens of all countries
to join with ordinary Afghan citizens, who are tired of corruption, hatred and
war, to be friends. When asked about the role of international people, Roz
Mohammed, a young man from Midan Wardak replied, “The international people are
just like us, ordinary people who want to work with us for peace.” The
wish is for 2 million friends, in remembrance of each of the 2 million Afghan
victims of 40 years of war in Afghanistan, to join together and appeal for
peace. 2 million friends to tell our respective governments, "Enough! We
wish to live without war."
“2 Million Friends” is not just an initiative to be “liked”
or “shared” on the Internet. It is about recognizing our shared humanity. When
we see the suffering of a friend, we do not stand by and wish things were
different, we act to end their suffering. “2 Million Friends” is a call to
action here,
here,
and here.
The Afghan Peace Volunteers is a unique organization in
Afghanistan. Its members are young volunteers from all the major ethnic groups.
They live together and promote peaceful coexistence, simple living and
self-reliance. They receive no salary, and they don’t promote any particular
religious or political party. They are truly independent. In the fractured, war
torn country of Afghanistan, this alone is a remarkable achievement. When asked
why they focus on the youth, Ali, a young man from Bamyan Province replied, “We
need everyone’s help, but we focus on the youth because they are the future of
Afghanistan.” Shaima, a young woman from Parwan added, “When the youth have
information about non-violence and peace they will not be so willing to continue
to fight.” The Afghan Peace Volunteers are growing, even in the face of
enormous challenges, and they invite everyone who desires peace through
non-violence to be their friend!



