--- Today, my body was a TVd 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; smile, not terrorist. And I recount, I recount a hundred dead, two hundred dead, a thousand dead. Is anyone out there? 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, theres 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!
Posted on: Thu, 21 Aug 2014 12:36:58 +0000
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