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PALESTINE | USA | RACISM
‘Anger Is A Gift’
Yes! I’m an angry Middle Eastern male. Now deal with it!
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I run the gamut of self-soothing to calm the bubbling cauldron that my heart has become. Breathe … count to ten … take a walk in nature … an hour of sunshine … run around the lake … chamomile tea, and still, my ribs quake in rage at the sight of childhood maimed by the world’s inaction.
Millennia of history and culture and civilization culminated in proving their utter worthlessness. Instead, they came down with the weight of ten thousand collapsing buildings to crush an infant barely born.
‘Anger is a gift’
Yo, check the diagonal, three million gone,
come on
’Cause you know they’re counting
backwards to zero …(Anger is a gift)
— Rage Against The Machine, ‘Freedom.’
As a Palestinian in America during an American-funded and -ordained genocide of my race, I seethe at the deluge of excrement from the mouths of corporate-media personalities and politicians alike: “Israel has a right to defend itself … to defend itself … defend itself …” An army of parrots mobilized against bone-thin toddlers locked in a cage.
