It has been 5 years since the Syrian Civil War began and only now are people bothering to even acknowledge the heinous crimes that are being committed. In the past 5 years we have seen attacks on the LGBTQ community, children and soccer fans and countless other innocent victims. Each time death plagued a country, community, family, we all simultaneously were France, Orlando, Charlie. There is absolutely nothing wrong with these feelings or statements in the slightest, however don’t you think it was time we start to defend a people that have been calling for help only to be rewarded with chemical warfare and deaf ears?
Get ready for a crash course in the Syrian unrest (I wrote a research paper on this subject): While Syria has experienced forced emigration before, 2011 brought about the biggest wave of immigrants since World War II. If that event does not ring a bell, this many people have not been displaced since Hitler took over Germany and Jewish people were fleeing for their safety. While the EU (and bordering Middle East countries) has done their best to accommodate the amount of people being displaced, there have been many obstacles and Syrian refugees continue to die because of the restrictions being placed on travel and the recent Brexit.
Now I am prepared to compare Assad to Hitler and I am also prepared to be absolutely disgraced to have to watch world leaders barter with millions of peoples’ lives. Here is where I will quote U.S. Ambassador to the U.N., Samantha Power, and say “Is there literally nothing that can shame you?” And since we are on the topic, how dare you West Aleppo? While it may seem as if I live in one of the most divided countries on God’s Green Earth, I know it is not as bad as the history that plagues my country. I also know that my country is nowhere near as disconnected as yours.
How dare you dance on the bodies of your brothers and sisters? How dare you literally laugh in the face of death? These are actions I will truly never understand. I am in no way saying that the U.S. is the best country on Earth. This last election proved that (along with the rate of education, literacy, etc.) and countless groups of people and mindsets have proved that time and again. What I am saying is that: while I may never understand how it feels to live in such a war-torn area, I do understand what it means to have humanity.
To the rest of the world who has sat around acting as if the Middle East will always be (and has always been) as violent as it is, keep this in mind: many of you would still be in caves if it weren’t for Arabs and you sure as hell should be more inclined to just help the people who need it most. For God’s sake just be good people, why is that so much to ask? Wake up, open your eyes (and your hearts), have some compassion. Imagine if this was your town, city, country… just please “be kind to one another.”
Lines from the poem, “Home” by the Kenyan-born Somali poet Warsan Shire has been used in the various demonstrations and protests responding to trump’s immigrant ban. The poet is reading her poem in this video. Intensely moving.
Dan Rather posted it on his Facebook page, with this note: “To summon up the plight of refugees, to force us to confront unsettling questions about who these people are and what they’ve endured, I share this powerful piece of art. It’s called ‘Home’ by Warsan Shire, a Somali writer who emigrated to the United Kingdom at a young age.”
I appreciate that the remainder of this post is long, but I want to share the entire poem, which she reads.
no one leaves home unless home is the mouth of a shark you only run for the border when you see the whole city running as well
your neighbors running faster than you breath bloody in their throats the boy you went to school with who kissed you dizzy behind the old tin factory is holding a gun bigger than his body you only leave home when home won’t let you stay.
no one leaves home unless home chases you fire under feet hot blood in your belly it’s not something you ever thought of doing until the blade burnt threats into your neck and even then you carried the anthem under your breath only tearing up your passport in an airport toilets sobbing as each mouthful of paper made it clear that you wouldn’t be going back.
you have to understand, that no one puts their children in a boat unless the water is safer than the land no one burns their palms under trains beneath carriages no one spends days and nights in the stomach of a truck feeding on newspaper unless the miles travelled means something more than journey. no one crawls under fences no one wants to be beaten pitied
no one chooses refugee camps or strip searches where your body is left aching or prison, because prison is safer than a city of fire and one prison guard in the night is better than a truckload of men who look like your father no one could take it no one could stomach it no one skin would be tough enough
the go home blacks refugees dirty immigrants asylum seekers sucking our country dry niggers with their hands out they smell strange savage messed up their country and now they want to mess ours up how do the words the dirty looks roll off your backs maybe because the blow is softer than a limb torn off
or the words are more tender than fourteen men between your legs or the insults are easier to swallow than rubble than bone than your child body in pieces. i want to go home, but home is the mouth of a shark home is the barrel of the gun and no one would leave home unless home chased you to the shore unless home told you to quicken your legs leave your clothes behind crawl through the desert wade through the oceans drown save be hunger beg forget pride your survival is more important
no one leaves home until home is a sweaty voice in your ear saying- leave, run away from me now i dont know what i’ve become but i know that anywhere is safer than here
The pilot of the Republican air force Leopoldo Morcillas in the cockpit of a fighter I-15 .
L. Markiles became a fighter pilot during the civil war (before it started served as a corporal bombers), and he proved himself an excellent fighter. In the course of air fights with Franco and their allies from Germany and Italy, 21 scored a personal triumph and about the same in the group.
After the defeat of the Republic, emigrated to the USSR where he entered the service in the red army air force. During the great Patriotic war, L. Markiles fought in the composition of the attack aircraft. Died in Tula in 1989
“Amuro’s Mom had always spoiled him
with kindness, but never agreed to go to Side 7—and Amuro’s father
never demanded it. In reality, his mother’s refusal to leave Earth
was a convenient pretext for his parents to separate. His father used
his fame as a colony architect to make a deal with local officials,
obtained special dispensation for her so she was spared the forced
emigration to the Sides.
His own philosophy was simply expressed
as, ‘I want Amuro to see the construction of the new Side. The
experience will make him strong, the kind of man we’ll need in the
-from Mobile Suit Gundam: Awakening; by Yoshiyuki Tomino
I guess if you ignore Hitler and Luther and the blood libels and the pogroms and the Crusades, and the antisemitism embedded in both Christianity and German/European culture (I might be forgetting a few things here, but let’s ignore them as well), then indeed the Jews have nothing to worry about in Germany.
They always lived in peace and harmony until those pesky Zionists showed up and forced the Jews to emigrate to Israel.
(I just thought I’d try applying anti-Zionist logic to other things too)