The smartphone really revolutionized the waiting room. Oh I get 20 minutes to look at my phone? Don’t mind if I do. The only problem is sometimes when I’m looking at my phone at home my home starts to feel like a waiting room and I realize it is and I’m just waiting to die
So we write our books and make our films knowing that anything we say—seriously or in jest, even anything we imply— can and will be used against us in the courts of law and public opinion.
We talk to each other as if the sniper is standing over our shoulder.
And I understand the impulse to self-censor. I know that as Palestinians our notoriety precedes us; we are guilty until proven otherwise and otherwise is often impossible.
I know that I probably do not resemble myself in most people’s imaginations. But there are vast universes outside of the sniper’s gaze; worlds beyond the colonizer’s field of vision.
What matters more than how we will be viewed by our enemies or our allies is how we view one another and what we inspire in one another. Is it self-respect or self-reproach?
To be irreverent at the podium is to remind yourself that you are part of a collective, a scrutinized people whose psychic and affective allowances are shrinking endlessly; the working classes, the exhausted, the under-resourced, those who do not have access to Ivy Leagues or a knack for double-speak.
And in that performance of irreverence, you enmesh yourself in their complexities, you make room for them in the public discourse, no matter how they articulate themselves, and you reassign the blame from the victim to the perpetrator.
Otherwise, we would be punching down—we would save ourselves and ascend in our careers by throwing others under the bus. For one to be described as genteel, someone else needs to be viewed as savage.
the basics: fascism thrives on fear. they want you to be silent, to self-censor, to do less. you will not recover whatever ground you concede. the moment calls for caution, not hysteria. courage, not cowardice. if the objective is fear, be unafraid. dissent.
Ik ben echt zoals mijn vader geworden hoezo vraag ik dingen aan mensen over hunzelf maar onthoud ik NIKS, like mijn hersenen accepteren die info niet meer
ya bu mal oğlu mallar "savaştan kaçma"yı ne zannediyor gerçekten burda bira zamlandı diye avrupaya gitme hayalleri kuruyosunuz çatısına füze düşen adamın gerekçesini beğenmiyosunuz