Palestinian flag

Yesterday was Eurovision, a competition that specifically banned the use of the Palestinian flag in any performance while allowing Israel to participate every year since 1973 although not being part of Europe.

Today is Nakba Day. The annual remembrance day of the mass killing and displacement of Palestinians in 1948.

One day is not enough to remember what happened and what is still happening to the Palestinians, that being said take the time today to educate yourself on the on going atrocities and maybe think twice about taking part in things that regularly silence the oppressed.

The Palestinian flag flies from the side of a tower block, not on a street in Gaza, but in the Republican New Lodge area of Belfast.

In this neighborhood, flying the flag of the Palestinian territories is a sign of support for Catholic Irish Republicans and their aspiration for a united Ireland against what they see as British occupation.

As I’ve said before, it can be exhausting being a Palestinian.


So as I was walking in the mall and distracted on my phone, I noticed two people staring at me out of the corner of my eye. I ignored it and kept walking, until I got closer and realized they were still staring. I looked up, and sure enough, they were glaring right at me, and started speaking loudly in Hebrew. As I got closer, the Hebrew got louder, and I instantly realized that the at least one of the two people [one man and one woman] must’ve been a former Israeli soldier [after dealing with so many of them, it’s easy to discern their posture and presence]. They singled me out because I was wearing a shirt that read “Palestinian Defense Forces” and was carrying my laptop that has a sticker that reads “Free Palestine, end Israeli Apartheid” and “there is no occupation!”.

I mostly ignored them and remained on my way [and was super sad to find that they’d closed Tommy’s Burgers in the food court]. On my way back, I passed the two again, and sure enough they were still staring. This time, the man I’d figured was an Israeli soldier begins jeering at me “Palestine? That’s next to Narnia right? Neither of them exist!” and he asks me for a selfie while jeering. Against my very nature, I say nothing and keep walking. Sure enough, he begins following me, asking me to stop and talk to him while berating me with taunts of how “you don’t understand apartheid, it is Israelis who are under apartheid. Palestine doesn’t exist, you don’t know what you’re talking about!”.

Against my better judgement, I respond to him as he continuously asks me to stop walking and talk to him, and I say “we’re not in the West Bank, you have no control over me here”. He tells me again that there’s no Palestine, and that I’m a liar who “must be getting paid well” [funny, considering the Israeli government has a program that pays people to spread Israeli propaganda around the globe]. He accuses me of “not knowing what it’s really like over there, because you’ve never been”. Again, against my better judgement, I respond to him as I continue making my way towards the exit, telling him that I’ve actually just returned from Palestine and have spent a significant portion of my life there. He confirms my suspicions by telling me that he was in the Israeli Defense Forces, and therefore knows the “truth” about what’s happening. He asks me how I knew he was in the IDF, and I tell him that they’re easy to spot after being surrounded by them for so long & his posture gives it away. He responds by telling me he can tell from my posture that I’m a “liar”.

He immediately asks me what village I’m from, what my name is, and where I’m going to university here. To the average person, this would be freaky enough. Take into account that the Israeli government, through the help of Zionists & Israelis here in the US, catalogue Palestinians in the US and do everything in their power to intimidate and shut us down for any speech or actions we take critical of Israel, exemplified in my recent post of the David Horowitz and how he spreads racist flyers targeting Palestinian students around the US. And here I am - a Palestinian who has been previously hounded by the Israeli government being followed by an Israeli soldier in freaking central California, half a world away from the brutal military occupation I’ve just recently returned from, with a soldier who has the audacity to treat me as if we’re at a checkpoint in Palestine and he has any authority over me here demanding my information.

All the while, he has his phone out and I catch that he has a note open and is typing. He continues to goad me as he follows me out of the mall, trying to get under my skin and trip me up. One of his questions was “If your parents are Palestinian and born in Palestine, what are you doing here? Why did they come here?” to which I responded “If you’re an Israeli soldier, what are YOU doing here?”

Whatever few things I’d say in response to his incessant barrage, he’d simply ignore and call “lies against Israel”, while he continued to lob fantasies of his own, from “there is no occupation”, to “there is no Palestine”, to “Israelis are the only ones truly oppressed”, to “You’re not even from there, you’re just being paid by someone to spread lies about Israel”, etc.

In Palestine, we can’t even leave our homes without the approval of the Israeli military, have frequent curfews and roadblocks preventing us from even leaving our towns, and are barred from visiting friends and family in neighboring villages simply because the “soldiers” at the checkpoints don’t feel like letting you through, and these are just a tiny sample of what life under Israeli occupation is like [ignoring the violence, the terrorist Israeli settlers that are protected by the Israeli military (IDF), or their frequent harassment and random detainments, control of our water and electricity, and just their general control of our entire lives.

Here I am, a world away from Palestine in Central freaking California, minding my own business at the mall before class starts, and sure enough, I’m still hounded by an Israeli soldier who follows me as I’m leaving the freaking mall attempting to exert his control over me & dehumanize me, all while trying to get my info and calling me “paranoid” as I ignored his requests [which, as people who know me personally and know the BS I’ve been through with this stuff, will know how hilarious that is].

It’s funny how bothered this grown man, this ~former soldier~, was by my mere open existence as a Palestinian. I didn’t goad him to start this, I didn’t pass by him waving a Palestinian flag in his face, and I didn’t stand around to jeer at him when I figured he was a former Israeli soldier. I kept walking, leaving the mall, as HE followed ME and continuously asked me to stop walking. Further, he kept asking “to have a discussion”, and yet whatever few things I said to him were immediately dismissed as “lies”, while he’d berate me as claiming to be from a place that doesn’t exist.

When people ask us as Palestinian why we don’t “engage” with Zionists or Israelis or the like, this is precisely why. How are you meant to “engage” with people who, for starters, serve in the very force that continues to terrorize your people, or who absolutely refuse to even recognize that you exist. The funny thing is that my parents were born in Palestine, which apparently doesn’t exist to these people. So if Palestine doesn’t exist, where are we from? They won’t say Israel, because as Palestinians we’re legally barred from entering Israel. So we’re not Palestinian, and we’re not Israeli, and it’s this dilemma that frightens Zionists so much. Our mere existence, let alone our proud embrace of our culture and nationality, threaten the narrative that they’ve so carefully weaved, threatens them to the point where they’ll stalk and harass a Palestinian halfway across the world for having the audacity to openly embrace their Palestinian identity.

It’s for this very reason that I fly the Palestinian flag from my car. There was a period where in Palestine & Israel, it was a criminal activity to fly the Palestinian flag or simply show its colors [red, black, white, and green], punishable by beatings carried out by Israeli soldiers, arrests, or being shot and killed. Civilians were killed for the mere act of waving our flag, because again, our very existence is threatening to Israel and Israelis. This ban lasted for nearly 30 years, and also punished those who’d create artwork featuring those colors.

As such, I continue to fly the Palestinian flag wherever I go, in defiance of these Zionists who still refuse to acknowledge the basic fact of our existence.


My name is Noor. I’m NB & intersex (He/His, Them/Theirs). I hate posting pics of myself but this day is too important. I’m a Muslim, which makes things a little harder in my community being that I live outside the traditional gender binary. But I trust that Allah (SWT) created me as He saw fit and that’s the most important thing to me. Today has made me feel confident enough to post a picture of me (standing with the 2 most important items in my home; the Holy Qur'an and the Palestinian flag).

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Palestinian flag on the walls of the city hall in Rotterdam. 2017.

Stand up for Palestine!

* We zoeken nog vrijwilligers voor de demonstraties op 17 en 18 juni, wil je meehelpen? Meelopen? Doneren? Mail mij voor meer informatie. * We are still looking for volunteers for the demonstrations on the 17th and 18th of June. Do you want to volunteer? Participate? Donate? Send me an email for more information. Palestine will be free in shaa Allah

Zionists can suck my hairy Palestinian a** for saying the Palestinian flag doesn’t make them ‘comfortable’. Damn right it should make you feel uncomfortable since it serves as a reminder that your illegitimate state is built on the genocide and ethnic cleansing of Palestinians.

(This post is in reference to the Palestinian flag flying at Camp Solomon Schechter while hosting a summer camp for Palestinian and Jewish kids)

anonymous asked:

could you post the testimony of the iranian jewish woman?

Yesterday I was removed from the Chicago Dyke March. I am so upset that I’m no longer upset, so here is a faithful narrative of every event.

I wanted to be in public as a gay Jew of Persian and German heritage. Nothing more, nothing less. So I made a shirt that said “Proud Jewish Dyke” and hoisted a big Jewish Pride flag – a rainbow flag with a Star of David in the center, the centuries-old symbol of the Jewish people. I snapped a picture before the March, and in retrospect my happy, proud smile breaks my heart.

I knew the March was a politically fraught atmosphere, so I went in very carefully. I ignored people side-eyeing me. I stayed away from Palestinian flags and Palestinian chants. I actively walked away from people who directly tried to instigate conflict. I thought maybe if I played by their rules, I could just be Jewish in public.

No such luck. During the picnic in the park, organizers in their official t-shirts began whispering and pointing at me and soon, a delegation came over, announcing they’d been sent by the organizers. They told me my choices were to roll up my Jewish Pride flag or leave. The Star of David makes it look too much like the Israeli flag, they said, and it triggers people and makes them feel unsafe. This was their complaint.

I tried to explain – no, no! It’s the ubiquitous symbol of Judaism. I just want to be Jewish in public. No luck. So I tried using their language. This is an intersectional march, I said. This is my intersection. I’m supposed to be able to celebrate it here. No, they said. People feel unsafe. I tried again to explain about the Star of David. I tried again to use their language, to tell them that not being able to be visibly, flagrantly, proudly Jewish on my terms makes *me* feel unsafe. This was what I said.

But it didn’t work. After some fruitless back-and-forth, during which more people joined the organizers’ delegation and used their deeper voices, larger physical size, and greater numbers to insistently talk over my attempts at explanation, at conversation, I recognized a losing battle and left sobbing.

I was thrown out of Dyke March for being Jewish. And yes, there were other Jews there, visible ones even, who weren’t accosted, who had fun, even! And yes, Israel exists in a complicated way. But in this case, it doesn’t matter what Israel does or doesn’t do. This was about being Jewish in public, and I was thrown out for being Jewish, for being the “wrong” kind of Jew, the kind of Jew who shows up with a big Jewish star on a flag. No matter how much I tried to avoid conflict, to explain. Oh, maybe there was a way I could have stayed, but rolling up my beautiful proud flag for them would have been an even bigger loss.

This was my community, where for four years I have shown up, stood up, and helped out, and I am broken-hearted.

(I do not want this to turn into a debate about Israel and Palestine in the comments. That is not what this is about. This is about being Jewish in public. Also, I have made this post public and do not mind sharing done respectfully.)

Kinda controversial but I still think this is ultimately true

“Proletarian internationalism (no war but class war) discloses the rallying cry for a “Free Palestine” as a retreat from the possibility of human community. Leftist support for reactionary nationalism on the grounds of siding with the underdog is both preposterous and repugnant. It is a wanton irrationality. Whomsoever brandishes the Palestinian flag sustains the general category of nationhood. And yet this left sentimentalism is also intelligible. Of greater interest than ostensible popular frontist rationalizations around my enemy’s enemy, is the how of leftism’s pro-nationalism. It appears in protest form against the historical process of demolition and bulldozing of that which has been defeated. The Left perpetually seeks another means for returning to the historically obsolete modes of religion, nation-state, and sentimentalized cultural particularity. Indeed, this seeking out of ways back, is the Left’s political function.

Historically, it has been the task of communists to simply refute this backward drifting of the Left, hitherto understood as mere opportunism or blatant racketeering. The refutation has always taken the same form: there can be no dialogue (and still less common cause) with the nation, with religion, with class. In their approach to leftism, it has been conventional for communists to fall into line with the progressive historical lockout of obsolete forms in the name of proliferating past potentialities. Evidently, this policy is inadequate and implicitly assumes the absolute unworthiness of all of that which is no longer supported by the present productive apparatus. While it is true that all past social forms institutionalized themselves as a specific mode of inhuman violence, repression, and denial, they also recorded something of an eternally renewed “passion and will” for the human community. The Left has imperfectly sought out connection to that which is good but buried in the past. This is not to suggest that a “return” to that which is otherwise lost forever is a plausible or even desirable option. National liberation is untenable and in all cases incompatible with human community. The no state, no religion, and no class demands, which communism makes upon society, remain invariant. There can not be and must never be a “free Palestine.””