Sunday, August 22, 2010
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
People and the Land: The Documentary Israel Tried to Block 1
"It was made in 1997, but the occupation is always the same. The story alone if you take time to read it is amazing. You'll really like the scenes where the Israelis say how to take care of the "problem". One American holds up a sign saying "transfer all the Arabs to Oklahoma where there's oil" Isn't that a good idea? One Israeli says "Take all the Arabs and put them in Arab countries and make one big Disneyland for them" One Israeli settler says, "As long as the Arabs are peaceful they can stay here". and more.
This film is EXCELLENT and I didn't see anything in it that would make it outdated except maybe some of the specific names. Realy, realy good. I don't know if PBS finally showed it but at the time of the article above they would not. It talks about the American attempt to censor the making too. You know it's good if so many "nice" people didn't want it to be seen at the time. It's really nice of the doc makers to let the IOF have their say on how fair things are (yeah right) and then show the atrocities. "
http://www.adc.org/thelink.pdf
This film is EXCELLENT and I didn't see anything in it that would make it outdated except maybe some of the specific names. Realy, realy good. I don't know if PBS finally showed it but at the time of the article above they would not. It talks about the American attempt to censor the making too. You know it's good if so many "nice" people didn't want it to be seen at the time. It's really nice of the doc makers to let the IOF have their say on how fair things are (yeah right) and then show the atrocities. "
http://www.adc.org/thelink.pdf
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
Sunday, August 1, 2010
George Qurmuz - Record I'm an Arab (سجل أنا عربي)
This song is based on Mahmoud Darwish's poem "Idenity Card". Here, it is performed by the lebanese singer George Qurmuz.
Record!
I am an Arab
And my identity card is number fifty thousand
I have eight children
And the nineth is coming after a summer
Will you be angry?
Record!
I am an Arab
Employed with fellow workers at a quarry
I have eight children
I get them bread
Garments and books
from the rocks..
I do not supplicate charity at your doors
Nor do I belittle myself at the footsteps of your chamber
So will you be angry?
Record!
I am an Arab
I have a name without a title
Patient in a country
Where people are enraged
My roots
Were entrenched before the birth of time
And before the opening of the eras
Before the pines, and the olive trees
And before the grass grew
My father.. descends from the family of the plow
Not from a privileged class
And my grandfather..was a farmer
Neither well-bred, nor well-born!
Teaches me the pride of the sun
Before teaching me how to read
And my house is like a watchman's hut
Made of branches and cane
Are you satisfied with my status?
I have a name without a title!
Record!
I am an Arab
You have stolen the orchards of my ancestors
And the land which I cultivated
Along with my children
And you left nothing for us
Except for these rocks..
So will the State take them
As it has been said?!
Therefore!
Record on the top of the first page:
I do not hate poeple
Nor do I encroach
But if I become hungry
The usurper's flesh will be my food
Beware..
Beware..
Of my hunger
And my anger!
Record!
I am an Arab
And my identity card is number fifty thousand
I have eight children
And the nineth is coming after a summer
Will you be angry?
Record!
I am an Arab
Employed with fellow workers at a quarry
I have eight children
I get them bread
Garments and books
from the rocks..
I do not supplicate charity at your doors
Nor do I belittle myself at the footsteps of your chamber
So will you be angry?
Record!
I am an Arab
I have a name without a title
Patient in a country
Where people are enraged
My roots
Were entrenched before the birth of time
And before the opening of the eras
Before the pines, and the olive trees
And before the grass grew
My father.. descends from the family of the plow
Not from a privileged class
And my grandfather..was a farmer
Neither well-bred, nor well-born!
Teaches me the pride of the sun
Before teaching me how to read
And my house is like a watchman's hut
Made of branches and cane
Are you satisfied with my status?
I have a name without a title!
Record!
I am an Arab
You have stolen the orchards of my ancestors
And the land which I cultivated
Along with my children
And you left nothing for us
Except for these rocks..
So will the State take them
As it has been said?!
Therefore!
Record on the top of the first page:
I do not hate poeple
Nor do I encroach
But if I become hungry
The usurper's flesh will be my food
Beware..
Beware..
Of my hunger
And my anger!
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