In 2006, I found myself working with a variety of Palestinian groups who wanted to put together an educational teach-in center downtown, to enable a discussion of their valid grievances both in terms of the right of return to Palestine as well as their situation within Lebanon. The teaching center went up, yet then a few days later Israel started its 2006 July war that would last 33 days and which destroyed the infrastructure of the country, displaced over a quarter of the population, and killed more than 1400 civilians, a third of them children. The Lebanese army disallowed our presence downtown, and our collective energies were diverted to the various relief efforts that would be the recovery from the wholesale destruction rained down on the country that summer.
For the past few years we as a collective have been working on a variety of similar projects, most recently The Return to Palestine1. I have also been working with the organizational committee of this march these past months. The march was designed from the very beginning to be peaceful; a demonstration of non-violent resistance. It involved dozens of civil society organizations, both Palestinian and Lebanese, from inside and outside the refugee camps, and similar to the meetings in 2006, was most inspiring during those moments when dozens and dozens of people, sitting around a large line of tables, focused energy on this one matter, putting differences aside. The various criticisms now appearing concerning the march—that it was staged for this or that political group or faction—need to be addressed. For they reveal in and of themselves the class distinctions that drive and divide this country, indeed this world. It is to those critics that I address this missive. [With thanks to Monthly Review2 for publishing this piece.]
If you are able, from the privilege of your social status, from the luxury of your class position, to cast aspersions on this or any other group, then you are able to effectively remove yourself from any positive action for change. This is, of course, as you wish, and it is also as they wish; so know whose work you accomplish. This is, of course, an acknowledgment of the status quo, and as long as the groups so castigated act "true to form" as you would have it, then you can maintain your sense of superiority, your Western-ness, your conceptions of democracy, meanwhile using these very concepts to denigrate others seen as intrinsically incapable of manifesting them. This ignores, of course, the negative incentives that your divide-and-conquer strategy imposes on such groups, that are, in fact, a function of the First World's life and lifestyle. This is the great Orientalist project, this is the mimicry of criminal buffoons such as Thomas Friedman and Bernard Lewis, this is the height of self-loathing when it comes from those on the local scene, this is what is referred to as the local comprador class of intellectuals. And, as usual, you have nothing worthwhile to add to this discussion, while the means of discussion are mostly within your control, your power structures, and your notions of discourse, analysis, and media. So even when saying nothing, things fall in your favor.
All the same, recent events in the Southwest Asian and North African regions speak to us of a different way, outside of your conforming will and control. Because the "rabble" as you would refer to them do act with purpose. The "zaa'ran" as you describe them do form councils, work with consensus, organize logistics. The "masses" do feed an ongoing demonstration, indeed, a revolution; they clean and keep orderly a public square full of demonstrators, prevent counter-revolution from being imposed by those who wish to eternally keep them down. Engaging with these discounted groups thus is a revolutionary act in and of itself, and in this regard, any remotely political or religious factions you see as compromising the integrity of this demonstration are miles away more progressive and revolutionary than the reactionary and conservative naysayers rushing in to present their correcting and stabilizing narratives. For unlike you, they are open to this dialogue. Their local reality is based in notions of collectivity, equality, a common good. I am saying this now because I witness it. And I am saying to you that we are not waiting for your permission, nor your approval, nor your ridiculously offensive taking of credit technologically speaking or otherwise for what is an intrinsically communal, local, unmediated, grassroots, broadbased, and wide-ranging coalition focused in the longterm on the difficult work of revolution. Are you still stuck in your neo-liberal Western concepts of individual liberties? This leaves you very, very alone in a rapidly changing world.
Have we forgotten so quickly those most-recent 33 days of war? Of bombs, of racist leaflets dropped from the sky, of displacement, of cluster bombs that still litter the lands of the south to such an extent that those down in the wadi last Sunday found a secondary and perhaps greater danger amongst them, and we were warned not to go off of the main path because of their presence five years after they were delivered from the sky, rained down in the millions? Have you forgotten? Or are you unable to remember because it didn't happen directly to you? And have we forgotten the spectacle of the so-called "Cedar Revolution" in 2005 which in contrast to this past Sunday, was completely orchestrated by Saatchi&Saatchi and USAID monies, in concert with various media outlets. Why so few voices complaining then, and why so many now? What were you saying about sectarianism? About difference? What distance is this? How do you maintain it? How many different levels does it have, and when have you attempted to lessen it? Furthermore, who indeed is more capable of and should be more responsible for lessening it, for bridging this gap? Given the history of Palestinians in the south, what does it then say of those crossing this distance, working past it, coming together to form the nexus of a popular movement? Are you that cynical to dismiss this? Or does your reaction come from something else, from somewhere else? Which revolution would you rather be part of? Put it out on the table; We want to know where you see yourself in all of this. We want to know where you stand, and what you are capable of.
How can we not imagine the emotion of living life, generation after generation, in one kilometer square, and then finding oneself 500 meters from one's homeland? In what way can it possibly be denied to people on this side of the border fence, on this, the land they currently live in with dubious status and standing, unarmed and peacefully marching, the right to make such a statement? And even if one from among them managed to cut the fence, or climb the fence, or scale this artificial border, why would you allow that border to be defined, entrenched, made permanent by your acknowledging its existence? Would you add the force of your voice to the bullet that stopped this one returning home dead in his tracks? Is this not a recognition of the Israeli entity? An acceptance of the power differential of this world? Are you willing to make that statement out loud? Are you willing to pick up that rifle and shoot? Do not dare call these martyrs puppets of parties or factions. Do not dare remove from them agency above and beyond the removal of agency that they daily suffer from. Do not dare attempt to deny that those organizing this event were likewise down in that valley protesting, or else were down in that valley exhorting protesters to return to safer ground, but who were down there nonetheless. Do not dare to create distance where there was none. Do not dare. For we know, we witnessed. And you do not get to impose your sterile remove on us. This is ignoble in its cynicism; a divisive tactic worthy only of the enemy.
You were not down in that valley. And you were not at the demonstration, 70,000+ strong. And you were not at the meetings. And you were not at the funerals. And you were not in the hospitals. And you do not go into the camps. And you do not know. And you are removed to your Twitter world, your Facebook realm, your Gemmayzeh bubble, all distancing you from reality. Your ivory tower, your private residence, your walls, your gates, your gaze from far afield. There is no revolution that comes from your stead. There is no revolution to be found in your post-modernism, your secularism, your rationality, your Enlightenment, your modernity, your Western nature, your Europe of decrepid monarchs and official churches. None. Not ever. This leaves a choice: critique if you must from the inside, join us on the inside and make your stance, take your stand, or else do us the favor of saying nothing at all. Because your silence nonetheless comes pre-packaged with the received wisdom, it is what is said, what is stated, what is mediated; it is a given. When saying nothing at all, when not even allowing a word to escape your lips, you already speak volumes for those already in power. And we are tired of it.
And before we fall into that particularly obnoxious trope of cultures of death, and martyrdom, and your cynical attribution of the blame for these cold-blooded murders on the very murdered themselves otherwise known as blaming the victim, before you bring this up as a condescendingly smug and self-satisfied "I told you so", allow me to quote Huey P. Newton, one of the founders of the Black Panther Party—another group equally targeted with a similarly racist and classist discourse, the "non-violent" version of which as represented by Martin Luther King, Jr. was all the same also dealt an equally deadly blow—who said, explaining his notion of "revolutionary suicide":
To understand the position of power you speak from, the violence of your words equivalent to the violence of the cowardly and murderous soldier-civilians who mowed down 11 (and counting) on this Bloody Sunday, you need only realize that your media, your academia, your associations, your NGOs, these middle-grounded enablers of power in your society all reflect, abet, sustain, and perpetuate this hegemonic discourse of death and destruction implicitly and explicitly. There is no gray area. And what is violence? A cast rock? Or the absence of health care? A thrown stone? Or the absence of electricity, of running water, of valid work, of proper housing, of education? To think or state that revolution is violence and that daily life as most know it isn't; that the Internet controlled by few and the Western media controlled by few are in any way "democratic" and that our organizing committees aren't; that there is validity in a "peace process" or an eventual "Palestinian state" that is not the entirety of Palestine while in our demonstrations that took place on May 15 there isn't any—this is to twistedly play Orwellian with what has always been a life-and-death struggle. And you have chosen the side of death. And we are sick to the death of your choice.
Watch this video [.mov3; .flv4], listen to the Lebanese army emptying their weapons in an effort to clear the valley, only ending up masking the sound of enemy rifle fire that laid low the precious lives of those yearning for return. Smoke and soundscreens; the planned and strategic work of cowards, as documented in their PowerPoint presentations and their brochures and in their training manuals. Who runs this enterprise of death and destruction, pray tell me? Who lays waste to lives that requires survivors to play an endless game of memorializing those lost? Why do you prefer these numbers and statistics to the faces, the portraits of these, the defenseless, murdered in cold blood; these, the sons of Palestine, on this, the first day of the Third Intifada?
1 http://returntopalestine.blogspot.com/
2 http://mrzine.monthlyreview.org/2011/drennan210511.html
3 /NYDiary/NYD201105/NYD20110515GPADI/20110515GPADI.mov
4 /NYDiary/NYD201105/NYD20110515GPADI/20110515GPADI.flv
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