Wednesday, April 26, 2006

[[E-mails]]

Maybe I should just e-mail myself. It can get quite depressing when you sign into your account expecting to find new e-mails and there are none.

Solitude.

[[Lil Princess Wrote On]]*|6:24 AM|

Sunday, April 23, 2006

[[Women Who Suffer]]

Women Who Suffer

Dr. Nurit Peled-Elhanan is the mother of Smadar Elhanan, 13 years old when killed by a suicide bomber in Jerusalem in September 1997. Below is Dr. Elhanan's speech made on International Women's Day in Strasbourg in March 2005.

Although a year on from the time of this address by Dr. Nurit Peled-Elhanan, the issues and need for such honesty is ever more critical.


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Thank you for inviting me to this today. It is always an honour and a pleasure to be here, among you (at the European Parliament).

However, I must admit I believe you should have invited a Palestinian woman at my stead, because the women who suffer most from violence in my county are the Palestinian women. And I would like to dedicate my speech to Miriam R'aban and her husband Kamal, from Bet Lahiya in the Gaza strip, whose five small children were killed by Israeli soldiers while picking strawberries at the family's strawberry field. No one will ever stand trial for this murder.

When I asked the people who invited me here why didn't they invite a Palestinian woman, the answer was that it would make the discussion too localized.

I don't know what is non-localized violence. Racism and discrimination may be theoretical concepts and universal phenomena but their impact is always local, and real. Pain is local, humiliation, sexual abuse, torture and death, are all very local, and so are the scars.

It is true, unfortunately, that the local violence inflicted on Palestinian women by the government of Israel and the Israeli army, has expanded around the globe, In fact, state violence and army violence, individual and collective violence, are the lot of Muslim women today, not only in Palestine but wherever the enlightened western world is setting its big imperialistic foot. It is violence which is hardly ever addressed and which is halfheartedly condoned by most people in Europe and in the USA.

This is because the so-called free world is afraid of the Muslim womb.

Great France of "la liberte egalite et la fraternite" is scared of little girls with head scarves. Great Jewish Israel is afraid of the Muslim womb which its ministers call a demographic threat.

Almighty America and Great Britain are infecting their respective citizens with blind fear of the Muslims, who are depicted as vile, primitive and blood-thirsty, apart from their being non-democratic, chauvinistic and mass producers of future terrorists. This in spite of the fact that the people who are destroying the world today are not Muslim. One of them is a devout Christian, one is Anglican and one is a non-devout Jew.

I have never experienced the suffering Palestinian women undergo every day, every hour, I don't know the kind of violence that turns a woman's life into constant hell. This daily physical and mental torture of women who are deprived of their basic human rights and needs of privacy and dignity, women whose homes are broken into at any moment of day and night, who are ordered at a gun-point to strip naked in front of strangers and their own children, whose houses are demolished , who are deprived of their livelihood and of any normal family life. This is not part of my personal ordeal.

But I am a victim of violence against women insofar as violence against children is actually violence against mothers. Palestinian, Iraqi, Afghan women are my sisters because we are all at the grip of the same unscrupulous criminals who call themselves leaders of the free enlightened world and in the name of this freedom and enlightenment rob us of our children.

Furthermore, Israeli, American, Italian and British mothers have been for the most part violently blinded and brainwashed to such a degree that they cannot realize their only sisters, their only allies in the world are the Muslim Palestinian, Iraqi or Afghani mothers, whose children are killed by our children or who blow themselves to pieces with our sons and daughters. They are all mind-infected by the same viruses engendered by politicians. And the viruses , though they may have various illustrious names--such as Democracy, Patriotism, God, Homeland--are all the same. They are all part of false and fake ideologies that are meant to enrich the rich and to empower the powerful.

We are all the victims of mental, psychological and cultural violence that turn us to one homogenic group of bereaved or potentially bereaved mothers. Western mothers who are taught to believe their uterus is a national asset just like they are taught to believe that the Muslim uterus is an international threat. They are educated not to cry out: 'I gave him birth, I breast fed him, he is mine, and I will not let him be the one whose life is cheaper than oil, whose future is less worth than a piece of land.'

All of us are terrorized by mind-infecting education to believe all we can do is either pray for our sons to come back home or be proud of their dead bodies.

And all of us were brought up to bear all this silently, to contain our fear and frustration, to take Prozac for anxiety, but never hail Mama Courage in public. Never be real Jewish or Italian or Irish mothers.

I am a victim of state violence. My natural and civil rights as a mother have been violated and are violated because I have to fear the day my son would reach his 18th birthday and be taken away from me to be the game tool of criminals such as Sharon, Bush, Blair and their clan of blood-thirsty, oil-thirsty, land thirsty generals.

Living in the world I live in, in the state I live in, in the regime I live in, I don't dare to offer Muslim women any ideas how to change their lives. I don't want them to take off their scarves, or educate their children differently, and I will not urge them to constitute Democracies in the image of Western democracies that despise them and their kind. I just want to ask them humbly to be my sisters, to express my admiration for their perseverance and for their courage to carry on, to have children and to maintain a dignified family life in spite of the impossible conditions my world in putting them in. I want to tell them we are all bonded by the same pain, we all the victims of the same sort of violence even though they suffer much more, for they are the ones who are mistreated by my government and its army, sponsored by my taxes.

Islam in itself, like Judaism in itself and Christianity in itself, is not a threat to me or to anyone. American imperialism is, European indifference and co-operation is and Israeli racism and its cruel regime of occupation is. It is racism, educational propaganda and inculcated xenophobia that convince Israeli soldiers to order Palestinian women at gun-point, to strip in front of their children for security reasons, it is the deepest disrespect for the other that allow American soldiers to rape Iraqi women, that give license to Israeli jailers to keep young women in inhuman conditions, without necessary hygienic aids, without electricity in the winter, without clean water or clean mattresses and to separate them from their breast-fed babies and toddlers. To bar their way to hospitals, to block their way to education, to confiscate their lands, to uproot their trees and prevent them from cultivating their fields.

I cannot completely understand Palestinian women or their suffering. I don't know how I would have survived such humiliation, such disrespect from the whole world. All I know is that the voice of mothers has been suffocated for too long in this war-stricken planet. Mothers' cry is not heard because mothers are not invited to international forums such as this one. This I know and it is very little. But it is enough for me to remember these women are my sisters, and that they deserve that I should cry for them, and fight for them. And when they lose their children in strawberry fields or on filthy roads by the checkpoints, when their children are shot on their way to school by Israeli children who were educated to believe that love and compassion are race and religion dependent, the only thing I can do is stand by them and their betrayed babies, and ask what Anna Akhmatova--another mother who lived in a regime of violence against women and children--asked: Why does that streak of blood, rip the petal of your cheek?

[[Lil Princess Wrote On]]*|10:42 AM|

Friday, April 21, 2006

[[Just a Piece]]

I'm hanging.

And hanging isn't good. Neither here nor there. It's not a good feeling at all.

Stayed with Grandma overnight. No matter how uncomfortable my sleeping position was, my "bed" being three chairs put together, it was one of the nicest, if not the nicest, drifting in and out of sleep experience. I liked being there somehow. There was an uncanny sense of peace I don't get at most other places. Maybe it's Grandma.

Grandma's hair is very silky. And she insisted that I take a pillow when she saw me asleep at around four in the morning. If I had not taken it, she might not have fallen asleep.

Made friends with the lady who got bitten by a cat. Nurses got reprimanded by their superior for negligence-a patient fell in the toilet.

Kept getting mistaken for my Grandma's daughter. Must say, that's a compliment. It allows me to get away from a whole baggage of other appearances people try to throw at me. Maybe for just a while. Either that or I should be really insulted because they must have thought that I look old.

Think Grandma was playing hide-and-seek with me-when she sees me looking at her she'll quickly shut her eyes because I keep telling her to go to bed.

Even then I did a little "shopping" over long distance SMSes, at one in the morning. The wonder. And we both agreed that hospitals are very scary places. For some, it's the last place they'll be. She says maybe that's why so many do not want to be admitted in one.

There was a nurse with a nice tan. And the Senior nurse gave me a big smile at four or some time then. Must have been how I improvised my sleeping area and the fact that I stayed overnight when most others wouldn't have cared. Another nice staff nurse around who talked to me and tried to coax Grandma when injecting antibiotics into her wasn't something pleasant. The nurse with the nice tan offered to carry the big armchair for me so I can sleep on it but I declined. I don't bite, literally, so you don't have to keep looking and then move to the places I stood at before approaching me. Thanks anyway.

I think it's atrocious that if you don't pay much you won't get good services. Things do not have to be this way. Some don't even get to choose.

I think I am nursing a broken heart.

Oh well!

[[Lil Princess Wrote On]]*|9:10 AM|

Thursday, April 20, 2006

[[I Love My Gramps]]

Ok, this is so funny that I just had to write it down somewhere.

My Grandpa called my house, asked Mom for my HP number. He then called me and asked what my sister was doing. I passed the phone to her and he asked her where she was. She replied that she was at home. Then he asked her about me. Where is your sister?

You might not get that but who cares?

My sister and I laughed after the call. She quipped, couldn't he have asked you?

HAHA!!

Have fun people of the world!!!

[[Lil Princess Wrote On]]*|3:48 AM|

[[Out the window because the door is closed and down the drain]]

The songs are wonderful, and then the video clips spoil it all, influencing everyone with images, yes, just that- images, and they mean nothing at all. And it doesn't help that those images just serve to portray stereotypical and useless, also misleading, messages. There goes the music!

[[Lil Princess Wrote On]]*|2:24 AM|

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