VB is a Palestinian university student. He chastises westerners for not
stopping our governments for supporting Israel’s Brutal occupation
of the West Bank. But he doesn’t realize how powerless we are.
While far more comfortable, it is a more subtle occupation.
I was about six years old when the Israelis broke into our house with rifles and guns. I remember that morning. I had been frightened by a nearby building being demolished by tanks, or missiles or I really don’t know.
What did I know as a kid? I had a tank and a gun pointed at me but I wasn’t scared, I didn’t know. They took our money, kept us in a room, and searched our home. Father had saved the money for an operation…
They shot at us when my parents tried to smuggle me to school, I don’t remember, but my parents do.
I am not here to give you blunt statistics and cold truths, I’ll leave that to fox news, CNN, Ben Shapiro, Rebel media, Steven Crowder, Gavin McInnes, and the rest of them “truth” tellers…
Let them tell you about the terrorist Palestinians, immigrants in their own land. I am not here to give you numbers and argue with your ability to count. I am here to speak to you, you personally, as a human, not as a statistical reference. I have personally lived in Palestine all my life and no amount of statistics will change my perspective.
I have seen Israel’s “Democracy” and their love for peace. I have seen the checkpoints, the soldiers, the bullets on the floor. This is my land… and I have been deprived of it. It doesn’t matter what the media in the US, or Canada or Europe or Russia or anywhere says.
There is one and only one truth: Israel is an occupation. When you buy Israeli products, or products from companies that support Israel, you finance this occupation. When you pay your taxes, you finance this occupation because chances are your government pays Israel to “protect themselves”.
There must be something we do fundamentally wrong if we finance death and terror without knowing or wanting that. There must be something fundamentally wrong if our countries kill and pillage yet we do nothing. Perhaps all those posters, articles, tweets and posts are not enough to stop the killing machine we have “elected”.
If the people of the west have elected governments that were supposed to bring peace and harmony but have failed, then I see that it is the western people’s responsibility to take down those governments before they destroy any more “third world countries”.
I believe that if the western people do not remove the governments that are funding Israel and other terrorist organizations as well as those governments that are depleting the resources of weaker countries and funding civil war, then these westerns are no different from their governments.
It is always difficult to do the right thing, this is why it is the right thing to do. I mean no disrespect but you need to take out your corrupt leaders because they hurt not only you, but us as well. A good man is not that which knows what to do, but the one that “simply” does.
Palestinian Dreamer Awakes to Oppressive Reality
Waking up in the morning, I left the warm comfort of my bed to open the shutters of my window. Birds were singing and children were playing in our nice neighborhood. Trees, grass, bushes, parks and benches all around. The streets were clean, the roads were wide and nice. It was a beautiful spring morning like every spring morning we had.
I took the children and my wife in our car to Haifa; boy was it beautiful. The sea, the shore, the people. We had a nice lunch in a restaurant at the sea, fish, shrimps and all sorts of sea delights. We had to hurry because we wanted to see Bethlehem as well, I wanted to show the children all the nice places, the old buildings, the mosques, the churches, everything…
After a calm night in a Bethlehem cozy hotel, we headed to Jerusalem. The old city… a wondrous place. We prayed at the mosque and strolled around for a while before heading to our Christian friends, they had prepared us a nice lunch. We enjoyed their company just as much as they enjoyed ours. “Good bye! Allah protect you!” was the last thing we heard as we were leaving their pleasant company.
We headed back to Hebron since I had work next day and I had to take a good rest… The sound of the alarm woke me up, except this time I wasn’t eager to get up. I turned off the alarm, opened the windows and the shutters to our “nice in comparison” neighborhood.
The cold cement buildings were all too close, no privacy, let alone seclusion. I had to get ready quickly for work… As I left the house I walked through the tunnels of our neighborhood, not as cozy as in that dream of mine.
The bachelor life is certainly difficult, not that I have a choice with my low salary. As I sat in the bus I noticed a young man, he was there by the bus door, counting the money in his hand… doesn’t seem he has enough… well you won’t be taking this ride buddy. As we approached our political and economic capital Ramallah, I couldn’t help but notice the guy on the pavement selling books and toys… how did he manage?
I also overheard two young guys sitting next to each other in the bus talking about their simple, but difficult lives, “There are no jobs in this city, I know I am gonna graduate college but won’t find a job!” “Well you should have listened to me, go work in one of the Israeli settlements, they give Arabs a permit sometimes.” “They haven’t given me a permit to go to Jerusalem since forever, you think they will give me one now??!!”.
It was the day before Eid El-Adha, the second Muslim holiday. I saw a woman at the corner buying her kids cheap clothes for two dollars, they were getting ready for the “celebrations”. I finally got off the bus. People were trying to look cheerful, but sorrow was in the air. Of course, another Palestinian killed yesterday, a whole bunch kidnapped today, early in the morning. I walked towards my destination, slowly, thinking. When will it be my turn to be mentioned on the radio?