Monday, July 16, 2012

The 'Peaceful agenda' of the Palestinians yet again...


It is sights like this which make me feel an overwhelming sense of despair.

I look at this mother and she is calmer than I think would ever be capable of being. The bloody gash on that baby's cheek makes her an unnecessary victim of this conflict, just as much as any Palestinian child or any child in Africa or any war arena. Why does it happen? I ask myself that question again and again and have done so since I was only a child reading about the racial conflict in America and Emmett Till comes to mind. I would have been only about 15 months old when he died at 14 years of age. Who knows what this bright smarty alec boy would have become if he had been allowed to grow to maturity and achieve what G-D intended him to do?  He was by all accounts a sharp kid with a sense of fun. To the people that killed him, he was nothing more than a a 'nigga kid who was too sassy' and had to be taught a lesson.

Bob Dylan wrote a song about it.
The song written by Bob Dylan

The Death of Emmett Till

"Twas down in Mississippi no so long ago,
When a young boy from Chicago town stepped through a Southern door.
This boy's dreadful tragedy I can still remember well,
The color of his skin was black and his name was Emmett Till.

Some men they dragged him to a barn and there they beat him up.
They said they had a reason, but I can't remember what.
They tortured him and did some evil things too evil to repeat.
There was screaming sounds inside the barn, there was laughing
sounds out on the street.

Then they rolled his body down a gulf amidst a bloody red rain
And they threw him in the waters wide to cease his screaming pain.
The reason that they killed him there, and I'm sure it ain't no lie,
Was just for the fun of killin' him and to watch him slowly die.

And then to stop the United States of yelling for a trial,
Two brothers they confessed that they had killed poor Emmett Till.
But on the jury there were men who helped the brothers commit this awful crime,
And so this trial was a mockery, but nobody seemed to mind.

I saw the morning papers but I could not bear to see
The smiling brothers walkin' down the courthouse stairs.
For the jury found them innocent and the brothers they went free,
While Emmett's body floats the foam of a Jim Crow southern sea.

If you can't speak out against this kind of thing, a crime that's so unjust,
Your eyes are filled with dead men's dirt, your mind is filled with dust.
Your arms and legs they must be in shackles and chains, and your
blood it must refuse to flow,
For you let this human race fall down so God-awful low!

This song is just a reminder to remind your fellow man
That this kind of thing still lives today in that ghost-robed Ku Klux Klan.
But if all of us folks that thinks alike, if we gave all we could give,
We could make this great land of ours a greater place to live.

Here is the audio link when it is not the three weeks although it is hardly a cheerful song by any means.

When I think of the racism of the deep south and the dehumanisation of people of African heritage it is little removed from the racism of the Arab nations towards Israel and the Jewish nation; when I think of the slaughter of little Hadas Fogel a babe of three months and her parents and two brothers, it is little different to the dehumanisation of black children in the deep south of American, when I think of the doctrines of hatred that Palestinian and arab children are exposed to, it is little different to the brain washing that the Nazis did to a generation or two of German and Austrian children, the brain washing of white supremacists to their groups about their supposed superiority over the Indian, Aboriginal, Chinese or Asians or Africans or Jews.
The little girl with the gash in her cheek from a stone, is little different to the boy Emmett Till throught the cause. Just hatred of one group of human beings for another group. That is the sad part. Do not sow hatred in your children for others. The rewards reaped will be disasterous.
Let us teach our children compassion for others, themselves and all living creatures. That is why I am glad I believe in G-D. I believe in a G-D who is the creator and power behind what moves the universe in a continual cycle of creation.
Let us love ourselves and others and don't do to them what we would despise if it were done to us. let G-D guide us in finding the right paths in all ways.
Have a week of blessings and hope.

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