"Nothing in my view is more reprehensible than those habits of mind in the intellectual that induce avoidance, that characteristic turning away from a difficult and principled position, which you know to be the right one, but which you decide not to take. You do not want to appear too political; you are afraid of seeming controversial; you want to keep a reputation for being balanced, objective, moderate; your hope is to be asked back, to consult, to be on a board or prestigious committee, and so to remain within the responsible mainstream; someday you hope to get an honorary degree, a big prize, perhaps even an ambassadorship.
For an intellectual these habits of mind are corrupting par excellence. If anything can denature, neutralize, and finally kill a passionate intellectual life it is the internalization of such habits. Personally I have encountered them in one of the toughest of all contemporary issues, Palestine, where fear of speaking out about one of the greatest injustices in modern history has hobbled, blinkered, muzzled many who know the truth and are in a position to serve it. For despite the abuse and vilification that any outspoken supporter of Palestinian rights and self-determination earns for him or herself, the truth deserves to be spoken, represented by an unafraid and compassionate intellectual."
Edward W. Said “Speaking Truth To Power” (via randomactsofchaos)
Just got back from St. Vincent and it was honestly one of the best shows I’ve ever been to. It was my first time going to a concert by myself but I couldn’t find anyone, tickets were about to sell out, and I had missed her the last three times she came to my city, so I decided to go anyway. Ended up meeting three old friends from high school in the crowd who now go to schools several hours away from each other.
The venue was a repurposed mill on the river in the middle of nowhere, and I parked in a field at the bottom of a hill. Took an hour plus a group of generous people to help push all the cars back up to the street cause of the wet clay from yesterday’s ice storm. Haven’t been to a show that’s left me feeling like this in a long, long time.
by the way annie clark is perfect
These stories, about gays murdered in Iran, waken questions. The stories are recurrent and they all resemble one another, without enough detail to individuate them. They’re all unsourced — usually there’s a newspaper article the writer never actually read. They have their own life and appear in locust cycles, not so much out of design as from a summer swelter of fear and xenophobia, whenever a crisis between the US (or Israel) and Iran is imminent, or wanted. I’ve seen them many times before. The repression of LGBT people in Iran is real. These stories have little or nothing to do with it.
Instead, these rumors seize the lives of distant human beings, hollow them out, and use the husks. The victims become both mannequins and messages, static and imperative like propaganda posters. They also distort the reality of death as it’s actually dealt out to prisoners in Iran. Look at the gays, they say, the ”innocent” ones like us, twisting our attention away from the scope of atrocities and the other dead who aren’t assimilable or attractive."
israeli apartheid week 2014http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IJym_bTDWYM&feature=share
Here is a message from Palestinian refugees, fishermen, farmers, students, Nakba generation, post-Nakba generation, academicians, saying that, “boycotting Israel is a moral duty for all people of conscience”.
Yarmouk residents gather to await a food distribution from UNRWA in Damascus, Syria.
UNRWA’s Commissioner General, Filippo Grandi entered Yarmouk camp during the resumption of UNRWA’s humanitarian aid distribution this morning. He was shocked by the condition of the Palestine refugees he spoke to and the extent of war damage done to homes. - UNRWA
I hope none of you ever have the displeasure of meeting me irl because I briefly introduced myself to osama today and exceeded even my own expectations for awkwardness
"There is a phrase I have heard in English: to leave someone alone with their grief. Urdu has no equivalent phrase. It only understands the concept of gathering around and becoming ‘gham-khor’ - grief-eaters - who take in the mourner’s sorrow. Would you like me to be in English or Urdu right now?"
Kamila Shamsie, Burnt Shadows (via rangeenmizaj)