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Category Archives: Stream-of-Consciousness
Al Auja: A Resistance Chronicle
On Friday 4/21/2017 shepherds from Al Auja in the Jordan Valley, Palestine were assaulted by Israeli settlers. Five solidarity activists who accompanied them were injured. A week later (4/28/2017) hundreds swarmed the hills to protest against the settlement and its … Continue reading
Posted in Accompaniment, Jordan Valley, Occupation, Palestine, Stream-of-Consciousness, Ta'ayush
Tagged Activism, Apartheid, Jordan Valley, Occupation, Palestine, Violence
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Kids Play War: The Struggle of Kufr Qaddum and Footnotes on Violence
The Clandestine Insurgent Rebel Clown Guerrilla of Qaddum’s children is running to and fro with stones and sometimes slingshots, making funny sounds at the soldiers who are lying bored overloaded with weapons and riot gear in the sun on the … Continue reading
Posted in Anarchists Against the Wall, Clowning, Friday Demos Against the Wall, Kufr Qaddum, Occupation, Palestine, Stream-of-Consciousness
Tagged Activism, Anarchism, Anarchists Against the Wall, Apartheid, Arrests, Bil'in, Clowning, Globalization Movement, Intifada, Israeli-Palestinian Conflict, Kafr Qaddum, middle-east, Occupation, Palestine, Resistance, Suriah Mahmood, Zapatistas
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A Spy and an Action – Umm al ‘Amad and al Ma’asara
Not every day does one get to meet a spy. Spies are curious creatures. In an emotional universe of suspicion and secrecy, confrontation with common decency may strike them unprepared. Saturday the 27th of July. Arrival in Umm al-‘Amad. Ezra … Continue reading
Posted in Accompaniment, Al Ma'asara, Clowning, Occupation, Palestine, South Hebron Hills, Stream-of-Consciousness, Ta'ayush
Tagged Activism, Al Maasara, Anarchists Against the Wall, Apartheid, Bil'in, Clowning, Israeli-Palestinian Conflict, middle-east, Occupation, Palestine, Resistance, South Hebron Hills, Ta'ayush
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The False Arrests – Umm al-Kheir
Saturday July 7th, 2013. We’re called urgently to Umm al-Kheir. When we arrive, a woman is shouting and people from the village are running down the hill. Abdallah starts running ahead of me with his big camera. He sprints incredibly … Continue reading
Initial Grappling With Weird – Umm al-Ara’is
The warrant was issued, we were shooed off the land. I sang an Italian song about the vanishing greens of the countryside as they were pushing us off. Clown self-diffusal mechanism , if anything. We settled, beyond the imaginary white … Continue reading
The Struggle for Being in the Wild South
Ta’ayush – living together, living the end of apartheid and separate-ness. To resist by being with. Waking up at 5 AM on Saturday June 15th, 2013, the body is drowsy but the spirits are high as the sun rises gloriously … Continue reading
They’ll Stone You When You’re Trying to Feed Your Sheep
“Waaargh!!!” the older settler roars and charges us with a rock in his palm. I am afraid, finding myself behind the camera at a settler attack once again. “We already called the cops, they’re attacking us, stop them!” I shout … Continue reading
Wonderpeople of the Wild South
Ezra called me the night before and asked whether I can give a speech at Mfaqara for the annual South Hebron nonviolent resistance conference. He said they really want us to speak and it would be good if someone young … Continue reading
The Solar-Powered Self-Immolator
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Al Ma’asara Magic
All guns are oversized, but this one seems especially large and it is pointing straight at me. I stroke its end soothingly with my red nose. Clucking like a quiet chicken, I walk as low as possible and try to … Continue reading