Immersed in the history of such distant and different peoples, immersed in a history of blood and injustice, immersed.
What
course, to understand the facts you need to seek it, usually on the Internet, because the mass media (TV and newspapers) are living with lies and power.
(are 7 parts, about 65 minutes total)
The filmography is clearly huge.
recommend only "Arna's Children ," documentary film made by mother and son, both of jew-Israelis.
parallels do not, we are not able to. Simply we want to open a window on one of the most obvious injustices of this world, another conquest, another massacre.
the Palestinian people.
We propose the CHRONICLE OF HISTORICAL FACTS documents and letters by Paul Barnard, Italian freelance journalist. Just to get a sense of history, and not an opinion.
(are 7 parts, about 65 minutes total)
The filmography is clearly huge.
recommend only "Arna's Children ," documentary film made by mother and son, both of jew-Israelis.
Te Llama / Unadeekum
Tawfiq Zayyad Arabic Poetry, music by Ahmad Kaabour.
(We prefer this version of Lourdes Pérez, partly translated into English, for its intensity)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pCjJ3npcDDU
I call on you
I squeeze your hands
And I kiss the ground under your heels
And I say I sacrifice myself for you And I
Bestow on you the glow of
my eyes And the warmth of my heart I give you
And this tragedy that I live is my share of your tragedies
I call on you
I squeeze your hands
I did not give up on my homeland
Nor did my shoulders become small
I stood up in the face of my opressors
Orphaned, Naked, Barefoot
I carried my blood in the palm of my hand
And I did not lower my flag
And I protected the grass above the graves of my ancestors
I call on you
I squeeze your hands
And I kiss the ground under your heels
And I say I sacrifice myself for you
And I kiss the ground under your heels
And I say I sacrifice myself for you And I
Bestow on you the glow of
my eyes And the warmth of my heart I give you
And this tragedy that I live is my share of your tragedies
I call on you
I squeeze your hands
I did not give up on my homeland
Nor did my shoulders become small
I stood up in the face of my opressors
Orphaned, Naked, Barefoot
I carried my blood in the palm of my hand
And I did not lower my flag
And I protected the grass above the graves of my ancestors
I call on you
I squeeze your hands
And I kiss the ground under your heels
And I say I sacrifice myself for you
As military documents speak of a plan of mass extermination of the Palestinian people, we close with this challenge. Unadeekum!
http://picasaweb.google.com/carlosjuma/HOLOCAUSTOVSGENOCIDIO # 5292573196974513106
