by INGRID B. MORK
Every now and then I let off steam and send it in e-mails to various people I consider to be of the caring variety.
Yesterday, I wrote the following and sent it to one or two such people and on the advice of one of those people, whose writing I admire, I made some adjustments and sent the end result to various media outlets, the e-mail addresses of which were provided by him.
Spreading the word is important. Putting an end to the occupation, subjugation and exploitation of the people of Palestine is important, more important than “what`s on the box?” or “what`s for dinner?”
I know that you, my friends, are caring people. that’s why you are my friends.
In the next few days, christian people everywhere will be celebrating the Easter. It would be nice if everyone could spare a thought or two for the innocent victims of violence in the world.
Happy Easter to everyone.
I am a nobody, of no importance, trying, like so many others, to publicly express my abhorence of the crimes against humanity, quite openly committed against the Palestinian people by the monster, created in the name of Zionism and nurtured by western powers.
I want nothing other than justice for the Palestinian people and the chance, like so many others before me, to speak out in condemnation of the actions of Israel and to declare my admiration of and support for, the people of Palestine.
I saw a news report on Al-Jazeera yesterday, can`t get it out of my head.. Young men in Gaza, dressed almost in rags, hanging around the streets, looking for work which is no longer to be found.
There are those who ask, sharply, if the Palestinians, and especially those affiliated to Hamas, would resort to violence. Those same people fail to mention all the years of Zionist state-sponsored violence visited on the Palestinians. Who could blame them if they did but the majority of Palestinians don`t, because then they would be no better than the barbaric monsters who bind them with invisible shackles and lock them from sight behind visible, ugly and inhuman barriers and walls.
The question I keep asking is WHY?
Is it because the Zionist state covets this sweet piece of real estate on the coast of the Mediterranean sea, or the gas fields a few miles offshore, which legally belong to the Palestinians?
It brings to mind passages from the Bible, or rather the ten commandments, several of which are broken on a daily basis by the Zionist entity. Commandments dealing with killing and covetousness but then, when did the shifty little Zionist state ever let anything such as the ten commandments or international law, stand between it and whatever it wants?
What sort of mentality is required in order to do such things to fellow humans, to any living thing? To deliberately bring the population of this strip of land to the brink of despair, and what of those who pontificate about the right of everyone to live in peace and freedom but who are complicit in the crimes visited on the people of Gaza. People such as Blair, who used his position in the Middle East to line his own pockets whilst doing little or nothing to relieve the suffering of the people of Gaza.
Even the animals at the childrens’ zoo were targeted. Farm animals and chickens were bombed and bulldozed. The fishermen can`t fish. Anything the Gazan`s try to grow is bulldozed and destroyed.
Half the population of Gaza are children, who only feel despair. Who among us wouldn`t feel despair, if they were sealed into a tiny strip of land and denied even the simplest of things which make life bearable, simple things like adequate food, clean water, schooling and travel? To not to have to live under the constant threat of jets and tanks and bulldozers, at the mercy and whim of thugs dressed in uniform, who show no mercy, humanity or compassion, who thrive on mete-ing out death and humiliation.
It is all so totally unnecessary.
A few years ago I sent packets of seeds to the UNWRA (United Nations Works and Relief Agency for Palestine Refugees), so that the children of Gaza could grow food, such a pathetic, totally inadequate gesture.