Those of us who had lived through the struggles of the factory workers in the early 60s looked on the student protests with sympathetic detachment. We had not predicted a clash of generations, though in the factories we had met the new layer of workers—especially young migrants from the South—who were active and creative, always in the lead (certainly compared to the older workers who were exhausted by past defeats). But in the factories, the bond between fathers and sons still held together; it was among the middle classes that it had snapped. This was an interesting phenomenon, but not decisive for changing the structural balance of forces between the classes. At Valle Giulia, in March 68, we were with the students against the police—not like Pasolini. But at the same time, we knew it was a struggle behind enemy lines, to determine who would be in charge of modernization. The old ruling class, the war-time generation, was exhausted. A new elite was pressing forward into the light; a new ruling class for the globalized capitalism that lay in the future.
The remarkable youth of 68 did not understand—nor did we, though we would grasp it soon enough—this truth: to demolish authority did not automatically mean the liberation of human diversity; it could mean, and this is what happened, freedom specifically for the animal spirits of capitalism, which had been stamping restlessly inside the iron cage of the social contract that the system had seen as an unavoidable cure for the years of revolution, crisis and war.
If someone who fancies your eye just told you that they were Palestinian, what do you say? Have you ever wanted to woo a Palestinian? Have you desperately tried to make a Palestinian fall in love with you, but dismally failed? Maybe you turned off a Palestinian by endorsing the two-state…
“Men are taught to colonize
at the age of 5 through
games like cops and robbers
cowboys and indians
at the age of 8
we are given helmets
and told to hit each other on the head with it
bleed but do not bleed
cut but do not cry
be a man, join the military
die for your country
and if death comes to you
look it in the eye and say:
bring it on, mother-fucker, I fear nothing
When it comes to intimacy men quiver like fault line crumble like cities.
What walking contradictions are we called men…”—Mark Gonzales, As With Most Men (via czarinna)
“The tendency of human beings is to try and escape challenges and seek an easy and peaceful environment. But happiness cannot be found somewhere else— it is found within us. A genuine way of life consists of transforming where we are right now into a supreme paradise.”—
Hey, I saw your post on someone's tumblr that you had gotten a full scholarship to WashU, I hope it's not rude of me to ask which one? I'm crazy about that school, but personally the tuition is steep so I'm trying to figure out a way to pay. Thanks (:
oh hey! Sorry for the late reply, WashU can be very stressful and tiring (keep that in mind if you consider coming here). Anyways, my scholarship is part of a 1-year exchange program for Students from the Middle East and South Asia, funded by the U.S. Department of State. So it’s not a 4-year-thingie (:
“The war has demonstrated the overwhelming power of images and films as a form of reconnaissance and persuasion… Even for the more distant continuation of the war, film will not lose its significance as a political and military means of influence.”—Lundenorff, Chief of the General Staff of the German Army to the Imperial War Ministry Berlin. 4 July 1917
“Stay the same, Tunisia, for we shall meet again in your sister-land, Palestine. Yes, we left behind the object of our hearts’ yearning, and left in you the best in us; we left behind our martyrs and we pray thee care for them well.
حافظي على نفسك يا تونس. سنلتقي غدا على أرض أختك فلسطين. هل نسينا شيئا ورائنا؟ نعم، نسينا تلفُّّت القلب، وتركنا فيك خير ما فينا. تركنا فيك شهداءنا الذين نوصيك بهم خيراً.”—Mahmoud Darwish - His last farewell words to Tunisia at the Municipal Theater, 1995.
“There is a shipwreck between your ribs. You are a box with fragile written on it, and so many people have not handled you with care. And for the first time, I understand that I will never know how to apologize for being one of them.”—Shinji Moon
“There is nothing quite like the misery one feels listening to a 35-year-old [Palestinian] man who worked fifteen years as an illegal day laborer in Israel in order to save up money to build a house for his family only to be shocked one day upon returning from work to find that the house and all that was in it had been flattened by an Israeli bulldozer. When I asked why this was done — the land, after all, was his — I was told that a paper given to him the next day by an Israeli soldier stated that he had built the structure without a license. Where else in the world are people required to have a license (always denied them) to build on their own property? Jews can build, but never Palestinians. This is apartheid.”—Edward Said (via thepeacefulterrorist)