It’s surprisingly easy to compile an anti-Zionist bingo:
- “Just like Nazis!”
- *Picture of Neturei Karta*
- “Judaism is not Zionism! I am a goy.”
- “Jews cry anti-Semitism to shut down arguments (and I don’t see the bitter irony in this statement)”
- “I’m ‘criticizing’” *foams at the mouth with…
After learning my flight was detained 4 hours,
I heard the announcement:
If anyone in the vicinity of gate 4-A understands any Arabic,
Please come to the gate immediately.Well—one pauses these days. Gate 4-A was my own gate. I went there.
An older woman in full traditional Palestinian dress,
Just like my grandma wore, was crumpled to the floor, wailing loudly.
Help, said the flight service person. Talk to her. What is her
Problem? we told her the flight was going to be four hours late and she
Did this.I put my arm around her and spoke to her haltingly.
Shu dow-a, shu- biduck habibti, stani stani schway, min fadlick,
Sho bit se-wee?The minute she heard any words she knew—however poorly used—
She stopped crying.She thought our flight had been canceled entirely.
She needed to be in El Paso for some major medical treatment the
Following day. I said no, no, we’re fine, you’ll get there, just late,Who is picking you up? Let’s call him and tell him.
We called her son and I spoke with him in English.
I told him I would stay with his mother till we got on the plane and
Would ride next to her—Southwest.She talked to him. Then we called her other sons just for the fun of it.
Then we called my dad and he and she spoke for a while in Arabic and
Found out of course they had ten shared friends.Then I thought just for the heck of it why not call some Palestinian
Poets I know and let them chat with her. This all took up about 2 hours.She was laughing a lot by then. Telling about her life. Answering
Questions.She had pulled a sack of homemade mamool cookies—little powdered
Sugar crumbly mounds stuffed with dates and nuts—out of her bag—
And was offering them to all the women at the gate.To my amazement, not a single woman declined one. It was like a
Sacrament. The traveler from Argentina, the traveler from California,
The lovely woman from Laredo—we were all covered with the same
Powdered sugar. And smiling. There are no better cookies.And then the airline broke out the free beverages from huge coolers—
Non-alcoholic—and the two little girls for our flight, one African
American, one Mexican American—ran around serving us all apple juice
And lemonade and they were covered with powdered sugar too.And I noticed my new best friend—by now we were holding hands—
Had a potted plant poking out of her bag, some medicinal thing,With green furry leaves. Such an old country traveling tradition. Always
Carry a plant. Always stay rooted to somewhere.And I looked around that gate of late and weary ones and thought,
This is the world I want to live in. The shared world.Not a single person in this gate—once the crying of confusion stopped
—has seemed apprehensive about any other person.They took the cookies. I wanted to hug all those other women too.
This can still happen anywhere.Not everything is lost.
Naomi Shihab Nye (b. 1952), “Wandering Around an Albuquerque Airport Terminal.” I think this poem may be making the rounds, this week, but that’s as it should be. (via awelltraveledwoman)
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((On a scale of one to ten, how tacky is it to make a tv tropes page for your own askblog?))
It’s so *~creative~* ! :)
An anti-choice graphic.
i’m kinda impressed
i mean
they acknowledged “females” as human so that’s a step up
I like how they emphasize how they emphasize the “woman’s” reproductive role over all else, as if that’s the thing people should feel concerned about losing.
And by “like,” I mean “slyly notice and disapprove of vehemently.”
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literally me
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Angelina Jolie
Angelina Jolie opted for a full double mastectomy because of her heightened risk for breast cancer. I personally think it’s a little drastic, and if I were in her position I don’t know if I would be able to go through with it, but as a woman with a family history of breast cancer, I can understand why she went through with it. I hope that I will never be in a position where I have to choose between breast cancer and losing my breasts.
Funny how all that sympathy for the “Save the boobies!” crowd goes out the window when the owner of those boobies decides to remove them as a precautionary measure.
The people who criticize Ms. Jolie for undergoing the procedure don’t value her for who she is, they value her for her body, and this shows with every comment they make about how the world has suffered some kind of “irreparable loss” because she’s removed her original breasts. As if they have a “right” to make sure women have breasts and bodies that meet their specifications and are present for their viewing pleasure.
Film: Pumzi is a Kenyan science fiction short film written and directed by Wanuri Kahiu. It was screened at the 2010 Sundance Film Festival as part of its New African Cinema program.
Pumzi, imagines a dystopian future 35 years after water wars have torn the world apart. East African survivors of the ecological devastation remain locked away in contained communities, but a young woman in possession of a germinating seed struggles against the governing council to bring the plant to Earth’s ruined surface.
wait. this sounds awesome and i want to watch it.
Yet another massacre has occurred in the historically war-torn region of the Southern United States – and so soon after the religious festival of Easter.
Brian McConkey, 27, a Christian fundamentalist militiaman living in the formerly occupied territory of Alabama, gunned…
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