I’m still sick, trying to get some rest, but what is really making me ill is the stories I have been reading on the Gaza siege.
This is a article I recommend everyone read, the truly terrifying conditions that have been going on in Gaza for years now.
The point is that more than a million people are experiencing a calamitous humanitarian crisis, which has been made even worse by so many American voices remaining silent in the face of this ongoing and, in the view of many, obscene strangulation of Gaza. Of course, you could say, “well, there are many people who are suffering throughout the world ““ look at Darfur, the Congo, Kenya, India, etc., etc.” True enough, but Americans must remember this: It is our unremitting financial support of Israel, amounting to about 3 billion dollars every year,* making it the recipient of more of our foreign aid that any other country, that makes this siege possible. We are paying for all those planes and missiles, for all those bulldozers that demolish the houses of Gazans (and other Palestinians), and for the salaries for all those guards who are keeping the Gazan people locked up in their fetid open-air prison. Yes, these are your tax dollars at work. Do you really want to continue to see them spent in this way?
It’s very doubtful that any of us can truly envision what conditions must be like there. We just ‘celebrated’ our high Consumer Day, and New Year’s is just around the bend (a place where many Americants will soon be).
On the other side of the world, our dollars and our bombs are amounting to genocidal death by starvation, explosion and terror to an entire nation. Err, nations, Iraq is not to be forgotten.
I’ve brought up the point before that we are complicit to murder. There are millions of other people in the world that know this fact through and through. How is it that we can be so utterly blind and callous to not understand what it is we do?
If the United States stopped supporting Israel and withdrew its funding, military support and equipment ‘donations’ and refused to endorse such actions as the Gaza occupation (and stopped blocking the UN), Israel would be forced to withdraw (sooner or later). The point is, it is the United States of America that is making this all possible. This is but one reason we are complicit to murder on an unbelievable scale.
Few want to admit to the Zionist control of the U.S. government or the media, but there are plenty of facts to back this up, they’re plastered all over the Web. Since posting these Gaza articles, this site has been experiencing reported access problems. I do not know if they are connected and I simply do not care. The truth needs to be told.
If we don’t speak up, who is going to speak up for you when it is your time?
The deafening silence is also being found within the Arab community (and Arab delegates to the United States).
Children do not care where their ‘salvation’ comes from, but they care very much while the world stands by while they are ruthlessly slaughtered.
I never knew death until I saw the bombing of a refugee camp
Craters filled with disfigured ankles and splattered torsos
But no sign of a face, the only impression a fading scream
I never understood pain
Until a seven-year-old girl clutched my hand
Stared up at me with soft brown eyes, waiting for answers
But I didn’t have any
I had muted breath and dry pens in my back pocket
That couldn’t fill pages of understanding or resolution
In her other hand she held the key to her grandmother’s house
But I couldn’t unlock the cell that caged her older brothers
They said, we slingshot dreams so the other side will feel our father’s presence
Built homes in areas where no one was building
And when he fell, he was silent
A .50 caliber bullet tore through his neck shredding his vocal cords
Too close to the wall
His hammer must have been a weapon
He must have been a weapon
Encroaching on settlement hills and demographics
So his daughter studies mathematics
Seven explosions times eight bodies
Equals four Congressional resolutions
Seven Apache helicopters times eight Palestinian villages
Equals silence and a second Nakba
Our birthrate minus their birthrate
Equals one sea and 400 villages re-erected
One state plus two peoples”¦and she can’t stop crying
Never knew revolution or the proper equation
Tears at the paper with her fingertips
Searching for answers
But only has teachers
Looks up to the sky and see stars of David demolishing squalor with hellfire missiles
She thinks back words and memories of his last hug before he turned and fell
Now she pumps dirty water from wells, while settlements divide and conquer
And her father’s killer sits beachfront with European vernacular
She thinks back words, while they think backwards
Of obscene notions and indigenous confusion
This our land!, she said
She’s seven years old
This our land!, she said
And she doesn’t need a history book or a schoolroom teacher
She has these walls, this sky, her refugee camp
She doesn’t know the proper equation
But she sees my dry pens
No longer waiting for my answers
Just holding her grandmother’s key”¦searching for ink