Today is 48 years of Naksa , our loss of whatever left of Palestine to what became Israel beyond the partition plan of 1947…
As words will repeat themselves… A paragraph that I find ” amusing ” and self descriptive to our ongoing Palestinian real Naqsa.. the Naqsa bigger than occupation from the immortal Jean Genet in his masterpiece Prisoner of love continues to describe Palestinian leadership and identity the way it was 20, 30, 40 years ago …
Prisoner of love
I found the manners of almost all the ordinary Palestinians ,men and women ,delightful. But their leaders were a pain in the neck.
Most of them surrounded themselves with ceremonial that needed no help from marble and chandeliers. The main object was to stretch out to infinity the distance between the door and the official the visitor wanted to see. Before you got to him with a simple problem that he could have solved with a couple of minutes length and a few words, you first had to explain your errand at length to the sentries. Then : “wait here. I’ll go and see.” …”come this way” …. next i would be ushered in to a second official who before anything else insisted on hearing the whole story over again , though he had no authority whatsoever to deal with it .he’d have me taken to a third official, then to a fourth , and so on in a kind of snakes and ladders that at long last brought me to the official I’d come to see.
He was speaking into a field telephone. What was he saying to the unseen? ‘If God’s wilL …His toothache will be quite better tomorrow,I assure you…if God wills…No ,don’t worry,…if God wills….” He put down the receiver.
” oh I wasn’t expecting you .How are you ? Good news from France? Are they wRIting about us in Le Figaro? ”
“I’d like …”
“Coffee or tea”
…….It had taken me rather more than three quarters of an hour to reach the official ,and he had kept me for two minutes.
BUT THE ONES WHO MADE YOU RUN AN OBSTACLES RACE WEREN’T THE MOST DANGEROUS.THE WORST WERE THE ONES WHOSE HEADS WERE FULL OF NEAT BUT CRUDE SLOGANS THAT THEY UNLOADED ON YOU LIKE A TON OF BRICKS.”
I’ve read here for a few days. My heart breaks for Palestine. As a young woman, I once had hope that Israel would stop reacting and THINK of their own travails — and recognize and reduce suffering with justice. I was soon disenchanted of that idea — and I am horrified at what Israel has become and ashamed of my nation’s support of such travesties of humanity and justice.
Slim comfort, I am sure…but it is all I have to offer.
Hi Nadia, Thank you, for reading my blog. I appreciate it! Your blog is very interesting and you about page is very interesting to say the least. God be with you. You seem to be a very strong women.
Thank you … I am glad it is making u interested ))