[this essay originally appeared in Anthropology News]
I hope people will read the Task Force Report on Israel/Palestine. It represents hundreds of hours of labor by our colleagues. It reflects what is special about our discipline and why most of us are proud to be anthropologists. Based on close listening, careful observation, wide reading, and a search to find the right analytical framework, it fairly presents the situation about which we all now must make a decision. The comparative perspective these anthropologists brought to the task and their acknowledgment of both anthropology’s historic complicity and courage with regard to past and present colonial and neocolonial injustices, shape the report. Those who want to know more should consult the ethnographic work of so many colleagues who have done fieldwork in Palestinian communities (e.g. Lori Allen 2013; Amahl Bishara 2012; Ilana Feldman2008; Rhoda Kanaaneh 2008;
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Just let me soak thus in for a minute, so if Mr or Ms French citizen want to donate to charity they get a tax rebate?
And, if Mr and Ms French citizen want to donate to the illegally occupying forces of the Zionist Apartheid regime of Israel they get a rebate too?
So since when did Bibi’s army register as a charity?
Then to make matters worse, if you publicly voice astonishment about any of that, you receive death threats.
Great post from Jonathon Cook.
Thanks to willyloman for the Lendman post.
And didn’t we all just know it. Out damn spot!
It’s like knowing how it all ends in one of the greatest tragedies ever conceived.
“Naked aggression was her strategy of choice. She called raping Syria, massacring its people and ousting Assad “the right thing” to do.
“Washington should start by expressing its willingness to work with regional allies like Turkey, Saudi Arabia, and Qatar to organize, train and arm Syrian rebel forces.”
“The fall of the House of Assad could well ignite a sectarian war between the Shiites and the majority Sunnis of the region drawing in Iran, which, in the view of Israeli commanders would not be a bad thing for Israel and its Western allies.”
This story from ARIJ Arab Reporters for Investigative journalism is eerie.
A little piece from John Pilger, who wouldn’t know me but thanks to the net, feels like an old friend.
I was drawn to the bit where Obama particularly likes to send the drones in on Tuesdays.
Yep thats what Pilger says, Obama is just what another friend of mine would call “a real see you next Tuesday!”
As Pam Martens says,
Does one depravity lead to the next in corporate America? Is the whoring of Wall Street the inevitable driver of whoring everything else it touches – from politics, to ratings agencies, to foreign cartel activity and, finally, a “free press”?
Same shit, different day
Repost from the wordpress site
Arabic Literature (in English)
Translated by Marilyn Hacker
The Second Olive Tree
By Mahmoud Darwish
b:14th March 1942
d: 9th August 2008
The olive tree does not weep and does not laugh. The olive tree
Is the hillside’s modest lady. Shadow
Covers her one leg, and she will not take her leaves off in front of the storm.
Standing, she is seated, and seated, standing.
She lives as a friendly sister of eternity, neighbor of time
That helps her stock her luminous oil and
Forget the invaders’ names, except the Romans, who
Coexisted with her, and borrowed some of her branches
To weave wreaths. They did not treat her as a prisoner of war
But as a venerable grandmother, before whose calm dignity
Swords shatter. In her reticent silver-green
Color hesitates to say what it thinks, and to look at what is behind
The portrait, for the olive tree is neither green nor silver.
The olive tree is the color of peace, if peace needed
A color. No one says to the olive tree: How beautiful you are!
But: How noble and how splendid! And she,
She who teaches soldiers to lay down their rifles
And re-educates them in tenderness and humility: Go home
And light your lamps with my oil! But
These soldiers, these modern soldiers
Besiege her with bulldozers and uproot her from her lineage
Of earth. They vanquished our grandmother who foundered,
Her branches on the ground, her roots in the sky.
She did not weep or cry out. But one of her grandsons
Who witnessed the execution threw a stone
At a soldier, and he was martyred with her.
After the victorious soldiers
Had gone on their way, we buried him there, in that deep
Pit – the grandmother’s cradle. And that is why we were
Sure that he would become, in a little while, an olive
Tree – a thorny olive tree – and green!