Sat 10 Jan 2009
“Of Sowing and Harvests”: Subcomandante Marcos’ Speech on Gaza
Author: Uğur Güney | Category: Article[3] Comments
Two days ago, the same day we discussed violence, the ineffable Condoleezza Rice, a US official, declared that what was happening in Gaza was the Palestinians’ fault, due to their violent nature.
The underground rivers that crisscross the world can change their geography, but they sing the same song.
And the one we hear now is one of war and pain.
Not far from here, in a place called Gaza, in Palestine, in the Middle East, right here next to us, the Israeli government’s heavily trained and armed military continues its march of death and destruction.
The steps it has taken are those of a classic military war of conquest: first an intense mass bombing in order to destroy “strategic” military points (that’s how the military manuals put it) and to “soften” the resistance’s reinforcements; next a fierce control over information: everything that is heard and seen “in the outside world,” that is, outside the theater of operations, must be selected with military criteria; now intense artillery fire against the enemy infantry to protect the advance of troop to new positions; then there will be a siege to weaken the enemy garrison; then the assault that conquers the position and annihilates the enemy, then the “cleaning out” of the probable “nests of resistance.”
The military manual of modern war, with a few variations and additions, is being followed step-by-step by the invading military forces.
We don’t know a lot about this, and there are surely specialists in the so-called “conflict in the Middle East,” but from this corner we have something to say: According to the news photos, the “strategic” points destroyed by the Israeli government’s air force are houses, shacks, civilian buildings. We haven’t seen a single bunker, nor a barracks, nor a military airport, nor cannons, amongst the rubble. So–and please excuse our ignorance–we think that either the planes’ guns have bad aim, or in Gaza such “strategic” military points don’t exist.
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by Saul Newman
I close my eyes and I dream of ‘revolution’. What do I see? The world turns black and white, though perhaps tinged with sepia. I see a white male, balding with a goatee beard haranguing an audience infused with enthusiasm for his message of class struggle, heroic deeds, new and optimistic visions of machines and men working in perfect harmony – a pain-free, alienation-free future. This world is an absolute or complete break from the present. It is a world where the pain and fear of our world, the hunger, the agony has disappeared. Those listening to the bald man try to imagine a world that is so radically different from the one they are in that when they think of how they are going to get there they describe this process as a ‘revolution’. Revolution is not reform – how could it be when what they want is so radically different to the world that exists? NO, it must be a revolution – a fast-spinning vortex of energy, desire, solidarity. They see some pain, but not as much as staying where they are. Some shots are fired, screams, guns, bombs, firing squads. The dream turns black.