Category Archives: Viva!

a statement of sorrow.. and apology maybe: Y.Zeedan | nadiaharhash

Whether in Kabul, Cairo, Baghdad, Riyadh or Jerusalem … the mentality is the same mentality. A collective hysteria that moves the masses and blinds them into what the “mullah”, “mufti” whatever has dictated. And everyone holds a stone or in the Facebook world of today, throws a word and makes a sentence to confirm the execution of a man … a woman … anyone who stands for a right or a word of truth… confessing that he\she does not hold the access to the truth. Just someone who believes in the greatness of this existence and tries to make it a free space for the metal stoned mind…The sorrow of the narrow-mindedness … the intolerance… the ignorance makes me sorry for Zeedan and for all the free “Arab” souls in these lands

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The Danger of the “Other”

Know history or repeat it

Envisioning The American Dream

WWII Dr Seuss editorial mental-insecticide Learning from our past history,  America could use a good dose of mental insecticide to vanish the racism and vitriol that has been infecting our country recently. 1942 Political cartoon by Theodor Geisel – Dr. Seuss, from NY newspaper PM.

Be Afraid….Be Very Afraid

We need to be on high alert

The threat is real.

We need to be vigilant not only about extremist terrorists who wish to do us harm, but about the ramped up stereotyping and creeping xenophobia that is growing, thanks to the red white and blue home-grown extremists like Donald Trump whose vile comments cloaked as patriotism are becoming numbingly familiar.

Both threats are real…both are dangerous…both pose a grave danger to American freedom.

Identifying the Other

Against a boosterish backdrop of cheering crowds, Trump announced his plan to make America great Again by banning all Muslim’s from entering our country, beaming at what he saw…

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(4/11) “These things are very hard for me to remember, but I…

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(4/11) “These things are very hard for me to remember, but I try not to cry because I want to be strong for my mother. It was hardest for her because she had children. During the war she had to worry about herself, but she also had to worry about us. It made her very ill. Her blood pressure is very high now. Her hand shakes. She has bladder problems. But she is my hero because she always protected us. One time when my father wasn’t home, a strange man entered our house. But my mother pretended to be a man and screamed downstairs in a very deep voice. And she saved us.”

(Gaziantep, Turkey)