Thursday, June 4, 2009

Gimme. Gimme some Lovin"


That until that day, the dream of lasting peace, world citizenship, rule of international morality, will remain but a fleeting vision to be pursued but never attained. Now everywhere is war. …War in the east, war in the west, war up north, war down south. War, war, rumors of war” (Bob Marley, “War”)


It was not great-balls-of-fire, the Cairo speech of Pres. Obama but as I was reading the transcript, he gained a dash of sympathy for his desire to “remake this world” but at what expense, whose expense, it’s a gray area to me.

He had the audacity to warn Iran of its nuclear mischief and Palestine for its violent adventures but stood firm on “US unbreakable bond with Israel, bound by historical and cultural ties.” He identified anti-Semitism as the root of the Jews’ tragic history and appealed to both camps, Israel and Palestine, to respect each other’s aspiration of establishing a nation.

At this point, allow me to quote the Uruguayan writer Eduardo Galeano who wrote “Operation Unpunished Lead” as a tribute to his Jewish friends killed by Latin American dictatorship-regimes and who himself is in the deathlist because of his political activism:
Hunting the Jews was always a European custom but since half a century, that historical debt is being paid for by the Palestinians who are also Semites but who never were, nor are, anti-Semites. They are paying, in blood money, the price of others.

In Gaza, 3 of every 10 collateral damages are children. Dangerous people in charge of enormous manipulative media invite us to think that each Israeli life is worth as much as a hundred Palestinian lives.

And as always, always the same: in Gaza, a hundred for one. For each hundred Palestinians killed, one Israeli.”

Hubris, this talk of “remaking the world,” after all, it’s US foreign policies that fucked this world, by and large. It’s tragic that the Arab quagmire cannot be solved by the Arabs but needs the meddling hands of the US. Oh, how disdainful are we of meddlesome old folks putting a wedge on star-crossed lovers whom we are heavily cheering for, not that Israel and Palestine are star-crossed lovers but a more concrete analogy eludes me at this point. Just a bit there, with a little deviation in visualization.

There is a strong belief that an Israel-Palestine settlement is a function of American political will. In realpolitik, that means an overhaul of US foreign policy. A halt to US acquiescence to Israel’s expansionist activities and its general bullishness is a big step. But Israel has expressed that it won’t yield to US demands, there goes your favorite brat.

Fiction has overtaken us on this. Fiction introduced us to Faust who sold his soul to the Devil, of Midas and his obsession with gold, of Dr. Frankenstein creating a vicious monster. Let’s go back to our libraries and revisit how these stories ended.

4 comments:

Kris Manahan said...

oo nga, mas maupay nga dinhi ha blogspot. its like being your student once again and at the same time bringing myself up to date with the happenings around the world. heheh...

i just passed the word "realpolitik" and it brought me back to the good old college days.... hmmmm....

tailwagger said...

MK, yehey! Thanks for dropping by.

Realpolitik and hegemony and superstructure as I was impinging Gramsci on you, guys. Those were the good old days, indeed.

These are better days for you, I surmise - a proud mom, you are. You certainly made brave choices and did not heed my killjoy tauntings. Dispensa, amo la ito it favorite hobby hit mga spinsters like me, pinaninggit, hehe.

I am glad you didn't remember our discussion on power. I don't think it was in your class where everyone was dead serious sharing their definition of power and how different it was from simple authority. It became a lively debate & when I was asked to share my thoughts, I remember saying "power is standing in one corner, waiting for no one" and every jaw dropped and the class became silent.

I had a good laugh. I get a kick when everyone gets damn serious in class, temperatures are rising, blood pressure levels are hiking up and to quell the heat, I deliberately say something out of sort, trivial and not having a clear political tone. Then everyone shuts the fuck up and stares at me suspiciously - what is she saying? she's going nuts again on us? haahaa, those were the good old days, indeed.

Drop by often, MK!

Kris Manahan said...

hahahah... you're right, it wasnt in one of our classes. some of my "beerkada" would have had a fit. but then again, we were first year students then, so who knows what they might have said then.

I kind of (kind of la) like those days too, when everyone (me not included - so this becomes MOST) were trying to show that they had something to say on the topic just for the heck of it. Maybe I had nothing to say (then and maybe just a few to say now) but there was some irritation at the other "guys" who wanted to say something just to be argumentative. I am still like that now, though.

I guess you could say these are better days. I like being an "adult"... it gives me POWER... wahahahahaha - evil laugh. Balit, super proud ako na mama..Makaarawod gad danay but waray ko man iba na pinanhahambug. Stage-Mom-in-the-making ada ako... waaaaaahhhh...

Dri ak maaram mag HTML...heheheh

tailwagger said...

Stage mom, patay! Alexa will secretly hate you, haha.

Ai, ayaw pagtuod hit ak definition hin power. sourgraping ba, haha. balit, it's just immature arrogance that we can live in our own tower and build our own fortress. get out there, don't afraid to expose your vulnerability, love like there's no tomorrow, waray karag-sukli, keep the change. hastilan.

regarding people who just strut their stuff in class, as a teacher, i can't genuinely hate them. catch-22 gad udog - they keep the dialogue going but they turn off others from joining. but when no one is opening his mouth, you bank on these people to roll the ball so i am eternally grateful to their kind.

when our batch enlisted in Lit classes, the Lit prof would turn to us PolSci students because the CA majors were kinda indifferent or I don't know, shy perhaps? As a respect for discipline and learning, the tribong Politikon tried to keep the fire burning. The CA majors could very well hate us but we could just feel the prof's relief that he was not entirely alone in class, that he had, ehem, wonderful company, haha.

Purupasyada MK!