Barak Obama was the 'Hope' guy. But as the people of Afghanistan, Pakistan, Iraq, Syria, Libya, Somalia, Yemen & Palestine have discovered, its the Hope that kills. Literally. When he soon comes to Ireland, he should be reminded of his bloody legacy, not fêted as a beloved son
Every sentence of this piece by @colinivan is so beautifully & carefully written powerfully interrogating admirable antizionist artists that compromise on Israel at the expense of full Palestinian solidarity. This is an example of what a sharp & thoughtful 'call in' looks like.
This weekends column on a Mayo word, a Mayo writer, and the limits of symbolic solidarity. "The question is not whether individual Israelis should be able to read Sally Rooney. It is whether any cultural transaction that gives oxygen to the appearance of normality is morally defensible while the state continues to annihilate Palestinian life."
“Israel is not a normal country having complicated conversations. It is a state committing war crimes in full public view, protected by American power, European cowardice, and a global architecture of euphemism”
~Colin Sheridan
Irish Examiner
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And it is fucking WILD that the official FF profile posted this...presumably as an example of it's leaders...virtuosity? It actual evidence of complicity
And name-checking the PA, Jordan, Egypt, as if they speak for the massacred? what a coward. The most worrying part is that these people get returned to power again and again
The irish government has certainly led when it comes to talking a lot, & doing absolutely nothing. They have disingenuously leveraged the solidarity Irish people feel for Palestine & Lebanon, & scored cheap points at the international jerk circle of nations. This is nasty stuff
The irish government has certainly led when it comes to talking a lot, & doing absolutely nothing. They have disingenuously leveraged the solidarity Irish people feel for Palestine & Lebanon, & scored cheap points at the international jerk circle of nations. This is nasty stuff
Farewell to Stephen Colbert! I will miss your laundering the reputations of war criminals, like when you danced with Kissinger. It's a shame Trump got you fired because he made you a liberal martyr instead of the parable of the Obama era’s humorless and empty corporate moralism.
Farewell to Stephen Colbert! I will miss your laundering the reputations of war criminals, like when you danced with Kissinger. It's a shame Trump got you fired because he made you a liberal martyr instead of the parable of the Obama era’s humorless and empty corporate moralism.
The Israeli state has, for decades, wrapped itself in the historical trauma of the Jewish people in ways that make criticism extraordinarily difficult. It has weaponised anguish, and turned its scopes on anybody who dares question their retribution https://t.co/Bf4gVDKsLB
I started a substack! My first piece is about how the illegal US/Israel war against Iran continues the long-standing effort by foreign actors to dominate the country, as well as Iran's relentless refusal to be dominated https://t.co/5w8z3r1ccD
The first time I was flying to Beirut, the desk officer at London Heathrow asked before checking us in, “have you been to Israel?”
We had rehearsed the answer to this question before. But Winston can't lie, so he said yes. I gave him the dirty look. There goes our vacation!
"Well, you don't have the stamp on your passports so just make sure you tell the officer in Beirut that you haven't," she intoned.
I was stressed out for the next 5 hours, and even more so when we had to face the border officer who, by the grace of God, did not ask us THE question (even though he took our passports to a secondary office for extra checks).
Spending time in Beirut, you realize that it's the same Mediterranean light that bathes Tel Aviv; the sea is the same shade of shimmering blue because... well, it's the same sea.
In both places, young people spill out of clubs at sunrise, the bass still thumping from rooftops that overlook the same ancient coastline. Both cities pulse with the same Levantine hunger for life: the clink of arak glasses, endless plates of hummus swirled with olive oil, the sudden eruption of dabke or house music that pulls strangers into a circle. Parties start on the rooftops of Gemmayze in Beirut and tumble down into Mar Mikhael’s narrow alleys; in Tel Aviv they begin on the sand at Gordon Beach and migrate to the warehouses of the Florentin district. These are both stylish people who love life, and who love to party. The energy is truly infectious. The accents may differ but something about this weird combination along with a deep sense of rootedness in community and the extended family really underscore how similar they were.
And yet, there's been a wall between these two peoples. There are no flights stitching the 45 min hop across the water. No commercial trucks rumbling between the ports. Lebanese law forbids its citizens - inside the country or in the diaspora - from so much as speaking to an Israeli, a rule so absolute that some Lebanese friends of mine who live in Europe still glance over their shoulders before typing a reply to any Israeli even outside the country, whether for business or pleasure.
I spent evenings in Beirut listening to Lebanese friends speak of Israelis not as the enemy but as people caught in the same endless loop of fear and longing.
Decades of Hezbollah’s shadow have hollowed out parts of Lebanon, turning the south into a garrison and the economy into a ruin. Yet in the cafés of Achrafieh and the mountain villages above the city you hear it more and more: a quiet, exhausted recognition that the real hostage-takers are not across the border but inside it.
I keep imagining the day the question at Beirut airport changes. I keep picturing the first flight from Rafic Harari to Ben Gurion. One day the music will be louder than the fear. One day the Lebanese and the Israelis will throw the party the rest of the world has been waiting for.
I hope this is the first step:
Today I went to see the place that Israel bombed in Ain al Mreisse in Beirut on Wednesday. It's in a street I love and take often. I'm not a spring chicken yet I felt something deep and new looking at the details i.e. that I was in the physical presence of pure evil... 1/n
When Israel can't bomb and slaughter anybody else, it will always turn to Lebanon, knowing the rest of the world will let it. Todays column in @irishexaminer
“1srael — keen to advertise the slaughter it had just caused — boasted of a simultaneous strike across the entire country as if it were a massive sale at a furniture shop”
~Colin Sheridan
Irish Examiner
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"An almost forgotten footnote of the AL Shifa babies tragedy is this: 8 of the newborns who were evacuated to Egypt died never knowing their parents, nor the joy of kicking a football or making a friend. Their lives were stolen. By war and those who unapologetically wage it"