December 2nd, 2012 § 0 comments






So Palestine has finally been given ‘observer’ status at the UN, by a majority of 138 to 9 – with 41 abstentions, including, shamefully, the UK. Celebrations above. This comes 64 years after UN resolution 194 called for the return of refugees. Above, celebrations and demonstrations. And emails and posts here and there have been flooding in, happy about what has clearly been a slap in the face fo the US, Israel and their seven allies by the vast majority. What ‘the Palestinians’ will do with their new status is up to them.

Briefly, though; I felt sure that we ‘one-staters’ were ¬†holding back on some reservations; and I found them well expressed in this Guardian article¬†by Joseph Massad. As I heard Jeff Halper say recently: ‘We’re in it for the long haul’. Which means that any particular victory is temporary, especially when it’s followed (as this was) by more repression and land-stealing. Celebrate by all means, but without illusions. Pessimism of the intellect, optimism of the will.

However, it’s surely a day for another Darwish poem (I’m afraid): ‘Identity Card’

Write down!

I am an Arab

And my identity card number is fifty thousand

I have eight children

And the ninth will come after a summer

Will you be angry?


Write down!

I am an Arab

Employed with fellow workers at a quarry

I have eight children

I get them bread

Garments and books

from the rocks..

I do not supplicate charity at your doors

Nor do I belittle myself at the footsteps of your chamber

So will you be angry?


Write down!

I am an Arab

I have a name without a title

Patient in a country

Where people are enraged

My roots

Were entrenched before the birth of time

And before the opening of the eras

Before the pines, and the olive trees

And before the grass grew


My father.. descends from the family of the plow

Not from a privileged class

And my grandfather..was a farmer

Neither well-bred, nor well-born!

Teaches me the pride of the sun

Before teaching me how to read

And my house is like a watchman’s hut

Made of branches and cane

Are you satisfied with my status?

I have a name without a title!


Write down!

I am an Arab

You have stolen the orchards of my ancestors

And the land which I cultivated

Along with my children

And you left nothing for us

Except for these rocks..

So will the State take them

As it has been said?!



Write down on the top of the first page:

I do not hate poeple

Nor do I encroach

But if I become hungry

The usurper’s flesh will be my food



Of my hunger

And my anger! .


The song, discovered by accident, also has a Darwish portrait. Today’s quiz: how many other heroes/heroines on the video can you name?

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