
A Lebanese baby killed by Israel when it bombed a civilian convoy fleeing the violence. From the Angry Arab.
The baffling failure of humanity over the past few weeks is incredible. Traveling and overwhelmed by events, I have little in the way of words. Luckily, there are many (though never enough) doing all they can to dent the empire of killers and warmongers, led by Bush and Olmert, and cheered by the U.S. media.
One of those is my dear friend Nora Barrows-Friedman, a producer for Flashpoints on KPFA radio, who writes from Dheisheh refugee camp in Bethlehem. An earlier report can be read here.
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There will be no statistics in this journal entry. Because what
difference does 10 shredded children in Gaza, or 15 sliced children in
Lebanon, or 40 smashed children in Iraq make to the international community
anyway? What difference does it make when the twisted and sick US corporate
media doesn't even mention their names, or their ages, or their favorite
color, something to put a human face on the mangled mess that the latest
US-made Israeli-fired missile replaced as a nose, a mouth, two eyes,
freckles, cheek, forehead?
Yes, there were "escalations" today in Gaza
and Lebanon. There were "military strikes" and "retaliatory attacks" and
"intensifications" and "deaths." There were "officials" and "spokespeople"
and "leaders" joining in the finger-pointing and the name-calling. Meanwhile,
Arab people are burning. Numbers and statistics become, therefore,
irrelevant. Language loses its meaning on the tongue, becomes sludge and
dribbles down one's chin. My dear friend Siham said today, "What does the
term 'civilized society' mean when they are killing people like
this?"
What becomes of a language that has lost its original meaning? Does it shrivel up and slink into an abyss to mingle with the ghosts of
these headless, armless, forgotten brown-skinned kids? And as we watch
the footage, as we hear on the phone from friends witnessing in
their backyards, as we read the articles, how many times can we use the
words "unbelievable," "disgusting," "horrific?" They have lost all meaning
as well.
We need a new language to describe these nightmares. We need
a new vehicle to convey the disbelief and the disgust and the horror as Gaza
burns, as Lebanon smolders, as Iraq collapses.
As we rub our eyes
tonight, bleary from thick cigarette smoke and too many hours of being glued
to the television, my friend Mustafa says, "No one notices, no one cares. We
are alone in this world." This is the aloneness. The isolation. Gazan and Lebanese and Iraqi children are huddled in their beds tonight, screaming out
to the wall of silence in a sore-throated language, isolated in their
terror.
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