“Hitherto, the Palestinians had been relatively immune to this Allahu Akhbar
style. I thought this was a hugely retrograde development. I said as
much to Edward. To reprint Nazi propaganda and to make a theocratic
claim to Spanish soil was to be a protofascist and a supporter of
'Caliphate' imperialism: it had nothing at all to do with the
mistreatment of the Palestinians. Once again, he did not exactly
disagree. But he was anxious to emphasize that the Israelis had often
encouraged Hamas as a foil against Fatah and the PLO. This I had known
since seeing the burning out of leftist Palestinians by Muslim mobs in
Gaza as early as 1981. Yet once again, it seemed Edward could only
condemn Islamism if it could somehow be blamed on either Israel or the
United States or the West, and not as a thing in itself. He sometimes
employed the same sort of knight's move when discussing other Arabist
movements, excoriating Saddam Hussein's Ba'ath Party, for example,
mainly because it had once enjoyed the support of the CIA. But when
Saddam was really being attacked, as in the case of his use of chemical
weapons on noncombatants at Halabja, Edward gave second-hand currency to
the falsified story that it had 'really' been the Iranians who had done
it. If that didn't work, well, hadn't the United States sold Saddam the
weaponry in the first place? Finally, and always—and this question
wasn't automatically discredited by being a change of subject—what about
Israel's unwanted and ugly rule over more and more millions of
non-Jews?
I evolved a test for this mentality, which I applied to
more people than Edward. What would, or did, the relevant person say
when the United States intervened to stop the massacres and
dispossessions in Bosnia-Herzegovina and Kosovo? Here were two
majority-Muslim territories and populations being vilely mistreated by
Orthodox and Catholic Christians. There was no oil in the region. The
state interests of Israel were not involved (indeed, Ariel Sharon
publicly opposed the return of the Kosovar refugees to their homes on
the grounds that it set an alarming—I want to say
'unsettling'—precedent). The usual national-security 'hawks,' like Henry
Kissinger, were also strongly opposed to the mission. One evening at
Edward's apartment, with the other guest being the mercurial, courageous
Azmi Bishara, then one of the more distinguished Arab members of the
Israeli parliament, I was finally able to leave the arguing to someone
else. Bishara [...] was quite shocked that Edward would not lend public
support to Clinton for finally doing the right thing in the Balkans. Why
was he being so stubborn? I had begun by then—belatedly you may say—to
guess. Rather like our then-friend Noam Chomsky, Edward in the final
instance believed that if the United States was doing something, then
that thing could not by definition be a moral or ethical action.”
―
Christopher Hitchens,
Hitch-22: A Memoir
Assalamuallaikum
Hi there,
How’s your life? Wish you okay.
Well, I am in rush bloody stress hours. Not look like an angel. I always have not alot of sexiest dreams. Dreaming that I can sail around the world with someone loves me much muaaacchhh. Making stories with you only. Then, being a wife and a mother of your children. Going to make a lil’ family. In short, I am a cool dreamer. *oops* Lately, my days changed. Totally not wrong if people thinks that I am a lebay gal. Yap, no offense about it. I admit. So, please let me tell something called confession. Let me introduce my (really) myself. *weak bow* What is it? First, I am an ordinary girl. Just really ordinary! I can smile with nothing. No causing. Crying when you tell about what life love is. Yess, I can cry suddenly when see romantic movie. Or becoming shy when somebody saying “Hey, . How beautiful you are!“. *really?* Second, I am lil’ shy in telling what I want. I prefer write what I feel than show it. But, truthly I am not a shy girl. Just can’t say when I meet somebody that steal my deepest life! My lips’s totally freezed! Stuck. *hate* They say, “speechless niyeee“. Third, last but least, I am totally sensitive about who people that love my love! *headache* Well, make it simple. I am a very very very jealousy girl! Urgh, parahnya saya. I can kill any people named ‘woman’ in da world who wants to steal my love it’s you from me. I can be a murderer if you need. Easy, it’s just my dream. Still kinds of my bad side. Deal? I am totally woman! Even people always said “Talking with u just like talking with a guy. She has a quite thinking like a man. Thinking or responsing problem logically“. Well, thanks for it. But, again I am still a girl! *hit* Need understanding more than you do, man! Oh, man. I am just telling what really you supposed to know. *please!* I wake up this morning with no smile. Why? Simple answer, I’m sad. Can’t feel what must I feel. Can’t touch what most I want. And, simple again. I just cry! Remember that you’re not allowed tobe in my dream! *sigh* I do not hate it much. Bloody hits me! I scream loudly in my heart. Why? What happen in me actually? *sigh* Oh, that’s me! What a strange girl, huh?
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