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Fuck, it's late, but I had way too many thoughts in the last day to let them slip entirely by...
Everybody's trippin about the Israeli "aggression" at the Arabs in Lebanon and in Palestine. Not a day has gone by in the past 3-4 weeks that at least a few people around me aren't talking about what's goin on in the Arab world (or "middle east" as the colonized mind prevails time and time again with plenty fool). I'm just so sick of this, I can't even describe it cause it's too tiring and too emotional to do in a journal entry. I would need like group therapy or some shit. The cruelty placed upon Arab peoples in this age is just too much, too much, and it's sickening. I have come to the conclusion that to be a better ally and potential activist (again) in this struggle, I need to constantly promote a discourse based on the experiences and perceptions and political leadership of Arabs from the oppression suffered by the state of Israel and the U.S. Period. No need for Edwared SAid's and shit, just let the oral histories speak for themselves, they are valid no less than any academic argumentative bullshit.
Spanglish is a VALID language and form of idioms. Period.
And I'm tripping about the election in Mexico. Good fucking lord almighty! I may not be able to wake up in Palestine and be ready to give my life to that struggle, because it'd be too easy for me as an ally to try to do, and instead I gotta fight the beast from inside its belly, but I am almost ready to go down to my native country and fight in the revolution we're on the verge of seeing happen. Upwards of 2 million people demonstrated against the electoral fraud. Biggest in Mexico's history. These fucking gringos may be able to strip me of my freedom inside and out, but they will never take away my pride and the spirit I attained from my people's down south. Viva México! Viva Viva Palestina!
I got my citizenship. Citizen of a country that murdered and raped my peoples for the land that I stand on. Period.
I never crossed the pinche border. It crossed my peoples. words from my bestest of mentors --Betita in da struggle.
And mentors is where it's at.
My homegirl from work has been really down lately. I'm scared she'll get suicidal again. It sux for me cause the only times I ever went there, I manged to get away from it by the thirst for power, empowerment, in order to one day achieve that good ole idealistic revolution. But that's not where everybody's at, and I should know that doing the work I do. People are depressed. And no healing. And plenty of healing-wannabe fools don't actually know how to do it, even less with themselves. And the Academic social worker sure knows how to front. And front fucking good they actually fool themselves for a long time. But maybe (?) they should still be praised just for the idea of "healing" from hurt, oppression, and working with people who live it day in and day out.
Indeed you don't know what poverty is until you see someone taking a shit in public. Imagine that was you. But I'm tired of seeing and working with the people I do as "clients", as if they were patients or some shit. WTF? Sick of putting bandaids on fools only to see them die slowly. Rest in FREEDOM, not in peace.
(Power is the most effective anti-drug)
Am I really doing well? Probably not. Definitely not. Am I fronting? Nah. Gave up on that.
I realized in Cuba long ago that I could dream. With all the anger, with all the hurt. Nites battling my thoughts prevail. Asthma like Che? No. Just desire for liberation.
Everybody's trippin about the Israeli "aggression" at the Arabs in Lebanon and in Palestine. Not a day has gone by in the past 3-4 weeks that at least a few people around me aren't talking about what's goin on in the Arab world (or "middle east" as the colonized mind prevails time and time again with plenty fool). I'm just so sick of this, I can't even describe it cause it's too tiring and too emotional to do in a journal entry. I would need like group therapy or some shit. The cruelty placed upon Arab peoples in this age is just too much, too much, and it's sickening. I have come to the conclusion that to be a better ally and potential activist (again) in this struggle, I need to constantly promote a discourse based on the experiences and perceptions and political leadership of Arabs from the oppression suffered by the state of Israel and the U.S. Period. No need for Edwared SAid's and shit, just let the oral histories speak for themselves, they are valid no less than any academic argumentative bullshit.
Spanglish is a VALID language and form of idioms. Period.
And I'm tripping about the election in Mexico. Good fucking lord almighty! I may not be able to wake up in Palestine and be ready to give my life to that struggle, because it'd be too easy for me as an ally to try to do, and instead I gotta fight the beast from inside its belly, but I am almost ready to go down to my native country and fight in the revolution we're on the verge of seeing happen. Upwards of 2 million people demonstrated against the electoral fraud. Biggest in Mexico's history. These fucking gringos may be able to strip me of my freedom inside and out, but they will never take away my pride and the spirit I attained from my people's down south. Viva México! Viva Viva Palestina!
I got my citizenship. Citizen of a country that murdered and raped my peoples for the land that I stand on. Period.
I never crossed the pinche border. It crossed my peoples. words from my bestest of mentors --Betita in da struggle.
And mentors is where it's at.
My homegirl from work has been really down lately. I'm scared she'll get suicidal again. It sux for me cause the only times I ever went there, I manged to get away from it by the thirst for power, empowerment, in order to one day achieve that good ole idealistic revolution. But that's not where everybody's at, and I should know that doing the work I do. People are depressed. And no healing. And plenty of healing-wannabe fools don't actually know how to do it, even less with themselves. And the Academic social worker sure knows how to front. And front fucking good they actually fool themselves for a long time. But maybe (?) they should still be praised just for the idea of "healing" from hurt, oppression, and working with people who live it day in and day out.
Indeed you don't know what poverty is until you see someone taking a shit in public. Imagine that was you. But I'm tired of seeing and working with the people I do as "clients", as if they were patients or some shit. WTF? Sick of putting bandaids on fools only to see them die slowly. Rest in FREEDOM, not in peace.
(Power is the most effective anti-drug)
Am I really doing well? Probably not. Definitely not. Am I fronting? Nah. Gave up on that.
I realized in Cuba long ago that I could dream. With all the anger, with all the hurt. Nites battling my thoughts prevail. Asthma like Che? No. Just desire for liberation.