Ciências Humanas e Sociais
16 activistas pertencentes ao colectivo «Anarchists against the Wall» compareceram ontem num tribunal israelita que decidiu a sua libertação mediante uma caução, excepto para dois outros activistas internacionalistas que vão continuar detidos.
Transcreve-se a seguir um pequeno texto que prolonga, de alguma maneira, a luta do colectivo ««Anarchists against the Wall»
SIM À VIDA DOS DOIS POVOS
Num texto publicado no passado dia 30 de Dezembro, «On Gaza», a activista anti-globalização norte-americana Starhawk escreve:
«Eu sou judia, de nascimento e de educação, nasci seis anos depois do fim do Holocausto, e fui educada no mito e na esperança de Israel. O mito diz que «durante dois mil anos andamos errantes por todo o mundo, perseguidos, quase fomos destruídos pelos nazis. Mas de todo esse sofrimento resultou, pelo menos, uma coisa boa, a pátria, para a qual nós regressamos, e que é o nosso país, onde podemos estar em segurança, soberanos e fortes». Trata-se de uma história emocionante e galvanizadora. Só tem um erro: esquecer-se dos Palestinianos.»
Na verdade, o conto deve esquecê-los, porque se admitíssimos que a nossa pátria pertencia a um outro povo, lá se ia a bonita história. O resultado disso tudo é uma espécie de cegueira psiquíca a propósito dos Palestinianos. Se defendeis realmente Israel, o Estado judeu, como a pátria dos judeus, então não podeis aceitar que os Palestinianos sejam uma realidade. De resto, Golda Meir já dizia:«Quem são os Palestinianos? Eles não existem». E hoje ouvimos isto: «Não há parceiros para fazer a paz. Não há ninguém com quem falar».
Perante esta cegueira, só existe uma alternativa para a comunidade internacional, onde as decisões dependem ainda dos governos ocidentais: ou obrigar os israelitas a verem os Palestinianos; ou então a corroborar essa cegueira («claro que não, com certeza que vocês tendes toda a razão, essa gente não existe, mas mesmo assim lançai algumas bombas para terem a certeza, e para os tranquilizar», caucionando e encoragando um sociocídio. Tudo indica que esles já fizeram essa escolha.»
http://www.awalls.org/
http://haaretz.com/hasen/spages/1052261.html
Texto completo de Starhawk:
On Gaza
by Starhawk
All day I've been thinking about Gaza, listening to reports on NPR, following the news on the internet when I can spare a moment. I've been thinking about the friends I made there four years ago, and wondering how they are faring, and imagining their terror as the bombs fall on that giant, open-air prison.
The Israeli ambassador speaks movingly of the terror felt by Israeli children as Hamas rockets explode in the night. I agree with him-that no child should have her sleep menaced by rocket fire, or wake in the night fearing death.
But I can't help but remember one night on the Rafah border, sleeping in a house close to the line, watching the children dive for cover as bullets thudded into the walls. There was a shell-hole in the back room they liked to jump through into the garden, which at that time still held fruit trees and chickens. Their mother fed me eggs, and their grandmother stuffed oranges into my pockets with the shy pride every gardener shares.
That house is gone, now, along with all of its neighbors. Those children wake in the night, every night of their lives, in terror. I don't know if they have survived the hunger, the lack of medical supplies, the bombs. I only know that they are children, too.
I've ridden on busses in Israel. I understand that gnawing fear, the squirrely feeling in the pit or your stomach, how you eye your fellow passengers wondering if any of them are too thick around the middle. Could that portly fellow be wearing a suicide belt, or just too many late night snacks of hummus? That's no way to live.
But I've also walked the pock-marked streets of Rafah, where every house bears the scars of Israeli snipers, where tanks prowled the border every night, where children played in the rubble, sometimes under fire, and this was all four years ago, when things were much, much better there.
And I just don't get it. I mean, I get why suicide bombs and homemade rockets that kill innocent civilians are wrong. I just don't get why bombs from F16s that kill far more innocent civilians are right. Why a kid from the ghetto who shoots a cop is a criminal, but a pilot who bombs a police station from the air is a hero.
Is it a distance thing? Does the air or the altitude confer a purifying effect? Or is it a matter of scale? Individual murder is vile, but mass murder, carried out by a state as an aspect of national policy, that's a fine and noble thing?
I don't get how my own people can be doing this. Or rather, I do get it. I am a Jew, by birth and upbringing, born six years after the Holocaust ended, raised on the myth and hope of Israel. The myth goes like this:
"For two thousand years we wandered in exile, homeless and
persecuted, nearly destroyed utterly by the Nazis. But out of that
suffering was born one good thing-the homeland that we have come back
to, our own land at last, where we can be safe, and proud, and
strong."
That's a powerful story, a moving story. There's only one problem with it-it leaves the Palestinians out. It has to leave them out, for if we were to admit that the homeland belonged to another people, well, that spoils the story.
The result is a kind of psychic blind spot where the Palestinians are concerned. If you are truly invested in Israel as the Jewish homeland, the Jewish state, then you can't let the Palestinians be real to you. It's like you can't really focus on them. Golda Meir said, "The Palestinians, who are they? They don't exist." We hear, "There is no partner for peace," "There is no one to talk to."
And so Israel, a modern state with high standards of hygiene, a state rooted in a religion that requires washing your hands before you eat and regular, ritual baths, builds settlements that don't bother to construct sewage treatment plants. They just dump raw sewage onto the Palestinian fields across the fence, somewhat like a spaceship ejecting its wastes into the void. I am truly not making this up-I've seen it, smelled it, and it's a known though shameful fact. But if the Palestinians aren't really real-who are they? They don't exist!-then the land they inhabit becomes a kind of void in the psyche, and it isn't really real, either. At times, in those border villages, walking the fencelines of settlements, you feel like you have slipped into a science fiction movie, where parallel universes exist in the same space, but in different strands of reality, that never touch.
When I was on the West Bank, during Israeli incursions the Israeli military would often take over a Palestinian house to billet their soldiers. Many times, they would simply lock the family who owned it into one room, and keep them there, sometimes for hours, sometimes for days parents, grandparents, kids and all. I've sat with a family, singing to the children while soldiers trashed their house, and I've been detained by a group of soldiers playing cards in the kitchen with a family locked in the other room. (I got out of that one-but that's another story.)
It's a kind of uneasy feeling, having something locked away in a room in your house that you can't look at. Ever caught a mouse in a glue trap? And you can't bear to watch it suffer, so you leave the room and close the door and don't come back until it's really, really dead.
Like a horrific fractal, the locked room repeats on different scales. The Israelis have built a wall to lock away the West Bank. And Gaza itself is one huge, locked room. Close the borders, keep food and medical supplies and necessities from getting through, and perhaps they will just quietly fade out of existence and stop spoiling our story.
"All we want is a return to calm," the Israeli ambassador says. "All we want is peace."
One way to get peace is to exterminate what threatens you. In fact, that may be the prime directive of the last few thousand years.
But attempts to exterminate pests breed resistance, whether you're dealing with insects or bacteria or people. The more insecticides you pour on a field, the more pests you have to deal with-because insecticides are always more potent at killing the beneficial bugs than the pesky ones.
The harshness, the crackdowns, the border closings, the checkpoints, the assassinations, the incursions, the building of settlements deep into Palestinian territory, all the daily frustrations and humiliations of occupation, have been breeding the conditions for Hamas, or something like it, to thrive. If Israel truly wants peace, there's a more subtle, a more intelligent and more effective strategy to pursue than simply trying to kill the enemy and anyone else who happens to be in the vicinity.
It's this-instead of killing what threatens you, feed what you want to grow. Consider in what conditions peace can thrive, and create them, just as you would prepare the bed for the crops you want to plant. Find those among your opponents who also want peace, and support them. Make alliances. Offer your enemies incentives to change, and reward your friends.
Of course, to follow such a strategy, you must actually see and know your enemy. If they are nothing to you but cartoon characters of terrorists, you will not be able to tell one from another, to discern the religious fanatic from the guy muttering under his breath, "F-ing Hammas, they closed the cinema again!"
And you must be willing to give something up. No one gets peace if your basic bargaining position is, "I get everything I want, and you eat my shit." You might get a temporary victory, but it will never be a peaceful one.
To know and see the enemy, you must let them into the story. They must become real to you, nuanced, distinctive as individuals. But when we let the Palestinians into the story, it changes. Oh, how painfully it changes! For there is no way to tell a new story, one that includes both peoples of the land, without starting like this:
"In our yearning for a homeland, in our attempts as a threatened and
traumatized people to find safety and power, we have done a great
wrong to another people, and now we must atone."
Just try saying it. If you, like me, were raised on that other story, just try this one out. Say it three times. It hurts, yes, but it might also bring a great, liberating sense of relief with it.
And if you're not Jewish, if you're American, if you're white, if you're German, if you're a thousand other things, really, if you're a human being, there's probably some version of that story that is true for you.
Out of our own great need and fear and pain, we have often done great harm, and we are called to atone. To atone is to be at one-to stop drawing a circle that includes our tribe and excludes the other, and start drawing a larger circle that takes everyone in.
How do we atone? Open your eyes. Look into the face of the enemy, and see a human being, flawed, distinct, unique and precious. Stop killing. Start talking. Compost the shit and the rot and feed the olive trees.
Act. Cross the line. There are Israelis who do it all the time, joining with Palestinians on the West Bank to protest the wall, watching at checkpoints, refusing to serve in the occupying army, standing for peace. Thousands have demonstrated this week in Tel Aviv.
There are Palestinians who advocate nonviolent resistance, who have organized their villages to protest the wall, who face tear gas, beatings, arrests, rubber bullets and real bullets to make their stand.
There are internationals who have put themselves on the line-like the boatload of human rights activists, journalists and doctors on board the Dignity, the ship from the Free Gaza movement that was rammed and fired on by the Israeli navy yesterday as it attempted to reach Gaza with humanitarian aid.
Maybe we can't all do that. But we can all write a letter, make a phone call, send an email. We can make the Palestinian people visible to us, and to the world. When we do so, we make a world that is safer for every child.
Below is a good summary of some of the actions we can take. Please feel free to repost this. In fact, send it to someone you think will disagree with it.
Starhawk
Retirado daqui
- Carta Aberta De Um Jovem Afegão Aos Líderes Mundiais No Dia Mundial Para Escutar O Que Os Afegãos Têm A Dizer
Dear Mr Obama, Mrs Clinton, Mr Petraeus, Mr Rasmussen, and all our world leaders We are Afghans and we ask the world to listen. Like yourselves, we couldn’t live without the love of our family and friends. We were hurt by your criticism of Mr Karzai...
- Concentração Hoje às 17h30 Frente à Embaixada De Israel Contra O Massacre Perpetrado Pelo Exército Israelita Sobre A Frota De Ajuda Humanitária A Gaza
Concentração hoje (31/5), às 17h30, frente à Embaixada de Israel (Rua António Enes - metro Saldanha) contra mais um acto terrorista do Estado de Israel: desta vez as vítimas foram activistas humanitários e a frota que levava ajuda para a população...
- Estudantes Ocupam O Kings College London Em Solidariedade Com Gaza E Exigem A Retirada Do Título De Doutor Honoris Causa A Shimon Peres
http://www.kcloccupation.blogspot.com/ Estudantes ocupam neste momento o conhecido Kings College London em solidariedade com Gaza, e exigem a retirada do título de doutor honoris causa ao presidente israelita Shimon Peres, que tinha sido concedida...
- Ocupação Da Palestina ( Vídeo Que Traça A História E O Drama Do Povo Palestiniano Desde A Ocupação Israelita Em 1947)
http://www.occupation101.com/ http://www.myspace.com/occupation101http://www.laestrellapalestina.org/index.htmlhttp://www.jerusalemites.org/ Como era a Palestina antes de 1947 Documentário-vídeo Occupation 101( sobre o ocupação da Palestina e o...
- Listagem Das Resoluções Da Onu Contra O Estado De Israel
Face à ocupação prolongada do Líbano pelo Exército da Síria, os EUA exigiram mais rapidez na retirada completa e imediata de todo o exército sírio do Líbano, segundo as notícias acabadas de serem publicadas pelos órgão de informação internacional....
Ciências Humanas e Sociais
Julgamento de 16 anarquistas judeus contra o Muro construído pelo Estado de Israel
16 activistas pertencentes ao colectivo «Anarchists against the Wall» compareceram ontem num tribunal israelita que decidiu a sua libertação mediante uma caução, excepto para dois outros activistas internacionalistas que vão continuar detidos.
Transcreve-se a seguir um pequeno texto que prolonga, de alguma maneira, a luta do colectivo ««Anarchists against the Wall»
SIM À VIDA DOS DOIS POVOS
Num texto publicado no passado dia 30 de Dezembro, «On Gaza», a activista anti-globalização norte-americana Starhawk escreve:
«Eu sou judia, de nascimento e de educação, nasci seis anos depois do fim do Holocausto, e fui educada no mito e na esperança de Israel. O mito diz que «durante dois mil anos andamos errantes por todo o mundo, perseguidos, quase fomos destruídos pelos nazis. Mas de todo esse sofrimento resultou, pelo menos, uma coisa boa, a pátria, para a qual nós regressamos, e que é o nosso país, onde podemos estar em segurança, soberanos e fortes». Trata-se de uma história emocionante e galvanizadora. Só tem um erro: esquecer-se dos Palestinianos.»
Na verdade, o conto deve esquecê-los, porque se admitíssimos que a nossa pátria pertencia a um outro povo, lá se ia a bonita história. O resultado disso tudo é uma espécie de cegueira psiquíca a propósito dos Palestinianos. Se defendeis realmente Israel, o Estado judeu, como a pátria dos judeus, então não podeis aceitar que os Palestinianos sejam uma realidade. De resto, Golda Meir já dizia:«Quem são os Palestinianos? Eles não existem». E hoje ouvimos isto: «Não há parceiros para fazer a paz. Não há ninguém com quem falar».
Perante esta cegueira, só existe uma alternativa para a comunidade internacional, onde as decisões dependem ainda dos governos ocidentais: ou obrigar os israelitas a verem os Palestinianos; ou então a corroborar essa cegueira («claro que não, com certeza que vocês tendes toda a razão, essa gente não existe, mas mesmo assim lançai algumas bombas para terem a certeza, e para os tranquilizar», caucionando e encoragando um sociocídio. Tudo indica que esles já fizeram essa escolha.»
http://www.awalls.org/
http://haaretz.com/hasen/spages/1052261.html
Texto completo de Starhawk:
On Gaza
by Starhawk
All day I've been thinking about Gaza, listening to reports on NPR, following the news on the internet when I can spare a moment. I've been thinking about the friends I made there four years ago, and wondering how they are faring, and imagining their terror as the bombs fall on that giant, open-air prison.
The Israeli ambassador speaks movingly of the terror felt by Israeli children as Hamas rockets explode in the night. I agree with him-that no child should have her sleep menaced by rocket fire, or wake in the night fearing death.
But I can't help but remember one night on the Rafah border, sleeping in a house close to the line, watching the children dive for cover as bullets thudded into the walls. There was a shell-hole in the back room they liked to jump through into the garden, which at that time still held fruit trees and chickens. Their mother fed me eggs, and their grandmother stuffed oranges into my pockets with the shy pride every gardener shares.
That house is gone, now, along with all of its neighbors. Those children wake in the night, every night of their lives, in terror. I don't know if they have survived the hunger, the lack of medical supplies, the bombs. I only know that they are children, too.
I've ridden on busses in Israel. I understand that gnawing fear, the squirrely feeling in the pit or your stomach, how you eye your fellow passengers wondering if any of them are too thick around the middle. Could that portly fellow be wearing a suicide belt, or just too many late night snacks of hummus? That's no way to live.
But I've also walked the pock-marked streets of Rafah, where every house bears the scars of Israeli snipers, where tanks prowled the border every night, where children played in the rubble, sometimes under fire, and this was all four years ago, when things were much, much better there.
And I just don't get it. I mean, I get why suicide bombs and homemade rockets that kill innocent civilians are wrong. I just don't get why bombs from F16s that kill far more innocent civilians are right. Why a kid from the ghetto who shoots a cop is a criminal, but a pilot who bombs a police station from the air is a hero.
Is it a distance thing? Does the air or the altitude confer a purifying effect? Or is it a matter of scale? Individual murder is vile, but mass murder, carried out by a state as an aspect of national policy, that's a fine and noble thing?
I don't get how my own people can be doing this. Or rather, I do get it. I am a Jew, by birth and upbringing, born six years after the Holocaust ended, raised on the myth and hope of Israel. The myth goes like this:
"For two thousand years we wandered in exile, homeless and
persecuted, nearly destroyed utterly by the Nazis. But out of that
suffering was born one good thing-the homeland that we have come back
to, our own land at last, where we can be safe, and proud, and
strong."
That's a powerful story, a moving story. There's only one problem with it-it leaves the Palestinians out. It has to leave them out, for if we were to admit that the homeland belonged to another people, well, that spoils the story.
The result is a kind of psychic blind spot where the Palestinians are concerned. If you are truly invested in Israel as the Jewish homeland, the Jewish state, then you can't let the Palestinians be real to you. It's like you can't really focus on them. Golda Meir said, "The Palestinians, who are they? They don't exist." We hear, "There is no partner for peace," "There is no one to talk to."
And so Israel, a modern state with high standards of hygiene, a state rooted in a religion that requires washing your hands before you eat and regular, ritual baths, builds settlements that don't bother to construct sewage treatment plants. They just dump raw sewage onto the Palestinian fields across the fence, somewhat like a spaceship ejecting its wastes into the void. I am truly not making this up-I've seen it, smelled it, and it's a known though shameful fact. But if the Palestinians aren't really real-who are they? They don't exist!-then the land they inhabit becomes a kind of void in the psyche, and it isn't really real, either. At times, in those border villages, walking the fencelines of settlements, you feel like you have slipped into a science fiction movie, where parallel universes exist in the same space, but in different strands of reality, that never touch.
When I was on the West Bank, during Israeli incursions the Israeli military would often take over a Palestinian house to billet their soldiers. Many times, they would simply lock the family who owned it into one room, and keep them there, sometimes for hours, sometimes for days parents, grandparents, kids and all. I've sat with a family, singing to the children while soldiers trashed their house, and I've been detained by a group of soldiers playing cards in the kitchen with a family locked in the other room. (I got out of that one-but that's another story.)
It's a kind of uneasy feeling, having something locked away in a room in your house that you can't look at. Ever caught a mouse in a glue trap? And you can't bear to watch it suffer, so you leave the room and close the door and don't come back until it's really, really dead.
Like a horrific fractal, the locked room repeats on different scales. The Israelis have built a wall to lock away the West Bank. And Gaza itself is one huge, locked room. Close the borders, keep food and medical supplies and necessities from getting through, and perhaps they will just quietly fade out of existence and stop spoiling our story.
"All we want is a return to calm," the Israeli ambassador says. "All we want is peace."
One way to get peace is to exterminate what threatens you. In fact, that may be the prime directive of the last few thousand years.
But attempts to exterminate pests breed resistance, whether you're dealing with insects or bacteria or people. The more insecticides you pour on a field, the more pests you have to deal with-because insecticides are always more potent at killing the beneficial bugs than the pesky ones.
The harshness, the crackdowns, the border closings, the checkpoints, the assassinations, the incursions, the building of settlements deep into Palestinian territory, all the daily frustrations and humiliations of occupation, have been breeding the conditions for Hamas, or something like it, to thrive. If Israel truly wants peace, there's a more subtle, a more intelligent and more effective strategy to pursue than simply trying to kill the enemy and anyone else who happens to be in the vicinity.
It's this-instead of killing what threatens you, feed what you want to grow. Consider in what conditions peace can thrive, and create them, just as you would prepare the bed for the crops you want to plant. Find those among your opponents who also want peace, and support them. Make alliances. Offer your enemies incentives to change, and reward your friends.
Of course, to follow such a strategy, you must actually see and know your enemy. If they are nothing to you but cartoon characters of terrorists, you will not be able to tell one from another, to discern the religious fanatic from the guy muttering under his breath, "F-ing Hammas, they closed the cinema again!"
And you must be willing to give something up. No one gets peace if your basic bargaining position is, "I get everything I want, and you eat my shit." You might get a temporary victory, but it will never be a peaceful one.
To know and see the enemy, you must let them into the story. They must become real to you, nuanced, distinctive as individuals. But when we let the Palestinians into the story, it changes. Oh, how painfully it changes! For there is no way to tell a new story, one that includes both peoples of the land, without starting like this:
"In our yearning for a homeland, in our attempts as a threatened and
traumatized people to find safety and power, we have done a great
wrong to another people, and now we must atone."
Just try saying it. If you, like me, were raised on that other story, just try this one out. Say it three times. It hurts, yes, but it might also bring a great, liberating sense of relief with it.
And if you're not Jewish, if you're American, if you're white, if you're German, if you're a thousand other things, really, if you're a human being, there's probably some version of that story that is true for you.
Out of our own great need and fear and pain, we have often done great harm, and we are called to atone. To atone is to be at one-to stop drawing a circle that includes our tribe and excludes the other, and start drawing a larger circle that takes everyone in.
How do we atone? Open your eyes. Look into the face of the enemy, and see a human being, flawed, distinct, unique and precious. Stop killing. Start talking. Compost the shit and the rot and feed the olive trees.
Act. Cross the line. There are Israelis who do it all the time, joining with Palestinians on the West Bank to protest the wall, watching at checkpoints, refusing to serve in the occupying army, standing for peace. Thousands have demonstrated this week in Tel Aviv.
There are Palestinians who advocate nonviolent resistance, who have organized their villages to protest the wall, who face tear gas, beatings, arrests, rubber bullets and real bullets to make their stand.
There are internationals who have put themselves on the line-like the boatload of human rights activists, journalists and doctors on board the Dignity, the ship from the Free Gaza movement that was rammed and fired on by the Israeli navy yesterday as it attempted to reach Gaza with humanitarian aid.
Maybe we can't all do that. But we can all write a letter, make a phone call, send an email. We can make the Palestinian people visible to us, and to the world. When we do so, we make a world that is safer for every child.
Below is a good summary of some of the actions we can take. Please feel free to repost this. In fact, send it to someone you think will disagree with it.
Starhawk
Retirado daqui
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- Carta Aberta De Um Jovem Afegão Aos Líderes Mundiais No Dia Mundial Para Escutar O Que Os Afegãos Têm A Dizer
Dear Mr Obama, Mrs Clinton, Mr Petraeus, Mr Rasmussen, and all our world leaders We are Afghans and we ask the world to listen. Like yourselves, we couldn’t live without the love of our family and friends. We were hurt by your criticism of Mr Karzai...
- Concentração Hoje às 17h30 Frente à Embaixada De Israel Contra O Massacre Perpetrado Pelo Exército Israelita Sobre A Frota De Ajuda Humanitária A Gaza
Concentração hoje (31/5), às 17h30, frente à Embaixada de Israel (Rua António Enes - metro Saldanha) contra mais um acto terrorista do Estado de Israel: desta vez as vítimas foram activistas humanitários e a frota que levava ajuda para a população...
- Estudantes Ocupam O Kings College London Em Solidariedade Com Gaza E Exigem A Retirada Do Título De Doutor Honoris Causa A Shimon Peres
http://www.kcloccupation.blogspot.com/ Estudantes ocupam neste momento o conhecido Kings College London em solidariedade com Gaza, e exigem a retirada do título de doutor honoris causa ao presidente israelita Shimon Peres, que tinha sido concedida...
- Ocupação Da Palestina ( Vídeo Que Traça A História E O Drama Do Povo Palestiniano Desde A Ocupação Israelita Em 1947)
http://www.occupation101.com/ http://www.myspace.com/occupation101http://www.laestrellapalestina.org/index.htmlhttp://www.jerusalemites.org/ Como era a Palestina antes de 1947 Documentário-vídeo Occupation 101( sobre o ocupação da Palestina e o...
- Listagem Das Resoluções Da Onu Contra O Estado De Israel
Face à ocupação prolongada do Líbano pelo Exército da Síria, os EUA exigiram mais rapidez na retirada completa e imediata de todo o exército sírio do Líbano, segundo as notícias acabadas de serem publicadas pelos órgão de informação internacional....