A Thousand Ears that won’t listen
May 20th 2008 08:53
Sorry I've been slack in the blogging world this past year. I will try to do better dear readers who still happen upon this blog in my extended absence. Meanwhile, just to fill in the awkward silence, I will post a preview to an article I'm writing.
Cheers my dears!
Sheree
A Thousand Ears that won’t listen
I arrive at the pearly white gates of the New South Wales Parliament House, although come to think of it, the gates may have been more of a golden shade.
I imagine that St Peter or Moses had come to greet me in the form of two security men from the New South Wales Anti-Terror Squad, there to allocate me to either eternal damnation or eternal salvation, depending on which way you look at it.
‘Which party are you here for?’ one asks, the scrawnier of the two.
I respond with,
‘I’m not sure. I guess the one commemorating the Nakba’
I am greeted by blank faces.
The signs on either side are not helpful, although the one marked ‘Jubilee’ has a sense of joy attached to it.
It’s also significant to mention that the Jubilee sign is to the left-hand side of an important political institution.
The two men continue to discern which direction to send me before finally asking in mild exasperation,
‘Are you here for Israel or the other one?’
Palestine. Is what they should have said.
I reply curtly that I am with Palestine and veer to the left, but not without first commenting amicably that separate entries is a taking it a bit too far, with remnants of the apartheid echoing silently, to which they replied with ‘But this is Australia!’
The irony is lost on them.
My name is Sheree and I am here to commemorate the 60th anniversary of the Nakba (‘Catastrophe’), the dispossession and expulsion of the Palestinians from their homeland. I walk in with trepidation but what greets me is a reassurance that I took the right, (Left), path.
TBC.
Cheers my dears!
Sheree
A Thousand Ears that won’t listen
I arrive at the pearly white gates of the New South Wales Parliament House, although come to think of it, the gates may have been more of a golden shade.
I imagine that St Peter or Moses had come to greet me in the form of two security men from the New South Wales Anti-Terror Squad, there to allocate me to either eternal damnation or eternal salvation, depending on which way you look at it.
‘Which party are you here for?’ one asks, the scrawnier of the two.
I respond with,
‘I’m not sure. I guess the one commemorating the Nakba’
I am greeted by blank faces.
The signs on either side are not helpful, although the one marked ‘Jubilee’ has a sense of joy attached to it.
It’s also significant to mention that the Jubilee sign is to the left-hand side of an important political institution.
The two men continue to discern which direction to send me before finally asking in mild exasperation,
‘Are you here for Israel or the other one?’
Palestine. Is what they should have said.
I reply curtly that I am with Palestine and veer to the left, but not without first commenting amicably that separate entries is a taking it a bit too far, with remnants of the apartheid echoing silently, to which they replied with ‘But this is Australia!’
The irony is lost on them.
My name is Sheree and I am here to commemorate the 60th anniversary of the Nakba (‘Catastrophe’), the dispossession and expulsion of the Palestinians from their homeland. I walk in with trepidation but what greets me is a reassurance that I took the right, (Left), path.
TBC.
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Comment by Damo
Waiting for next bit.