This news is not breaking. I do not break news. If anything, I feel sometimes -like these times- that the news will break me. This news is shattering. Or at least it should be. It […]
Why These Five Israelis Demonstrated Outside of the Prime Minister’s House
More than a thousand Israeli demonstrators gathered outside of the Prime Minister’s house tonight to protest. I asked five why they were there: “I am here because I am against racism.” “I am here in […]
There is no such thing as a “Revenge Attack.”
Framing matters. Language shapes reality, and reality is unwinding sickly, deadly, unreal. If the reports coming in are confirmed- and they are not confirmed yet- that it was Jewish people who kidnapped and murdered the young […]
What was Yousef Abu Zagher’s Favorite Song?
Another teenager has just been murdered. Even as we -and in this post, I am speaking directly to Israeli and Diaspora Jews, although the content could be applicable to other groups- even as we mourn the […]
The Shooter from Bitunya Speaks*
In the third grade Liam stood on the top of the playtoy and Told the class my arms were skinny and Looked like like a girl’s, like Talia’s, and The next week I pushed his chest […]
What To Do When Rammed by a Man in an Electronic Wheelchair Fundraising for 10 Needy Holocaust Survivors:
Just walk away.
Ok, um, guys, seriously we need to just walk away.
It is hot. I am confused. My shins pre-hurt. My stomach feels twisted and odd. Over the last three years of activism and direct actions, I’ve been yelled at, shoved, spit on, detained, whacked with a baton, cursed out, dragged, arrested and nearly urinated on, but this was by far the most upsetting and unexpected counterprotest I’d ever experienced.
I was standing on a kitchen chair when it happened.
All That’s Left: Creative direct action. Street theatre. In the middle of a sea of people in Jerusalem’s Machaneh Yehudah market at 2:40 PM on a Friday afternoon.
We are here, I say in loud American English, stepping up onto a chair.
(We are here), respond the other activists, the form inspired by Occupy Wall Street’s “Mic Check,” an eminently portable, eminently free, eminently intriguing grassroots type of Megaphone.
To announce that from this day forward, I yell, my assumed Voice of Authority growing louder and shriller.
(To announce that from this day forward), respond the others. Four of them are holding two large American flags in a V-formation, others are waiting nearby with flyers and cameras.
This piece of land belongs, I am only half looking at my surroundings. The other half of my looking is directed, somehow, at the space between my eyes and the world, a space that I’ve come to know as my “zone,” first experienced in theatre as a young kid, and later during spoken word performances as an older kid. It is a place of extreme focus and echoic silence. I’m in this. I am vaguely aware that we are people are yelling and that a crowd is growing, but I don’t or can’t or won’t pay much attention: I have words to say.
(This piece of land belongs!)
To Americans only, movement in the crowd, a flash of yellow, murmurs, raised voices. The flyer-ers have begun distributing. I later find out that All That’s Left member Daniel Roth (who is an superb writer, photographer and pursuer of justice) encountered someone who told him to give him all of his flyers, and when Daniel refused, the man took a half-hearted swing at him.
(To Americans only!)
Sojourners Magazine – Confessions of a Violent Peacemaker (by Moriel Rothman)
Forward: This is the first piece of mine to have been published in a major American magazine. It seems fitting that this milestone was marked in the pages of Sojourners, a magazine with a robust […]
A Killing, Prawer Pushback, Druze Refusal & Open[ed] Hillel: Four Stories from This Week
A Killing (An Awful Story) This past weekend, a small kid was nationalistically murdered. Which is to say: This past weekend, Wajih Wajdi al-Ramahi, a 14-year old Palestinian boy from the Jalazun refugee camp near […]
What’s Wrong with the Discourse About Throwing Rocks?
[This piece was originally published on the Daily Beast’s Open Zion Blog] The first time I saw a house being demolished in the West Bank village of Al-Khalayleh, I wanted to pick up a stone […]
A Reminder of The Occupation’s Cruelty and a Call for Help
If one were to browse Israeli newspapers like Yediot Aharonot, Ma’ariv and Israel HaYom over the last few weeks, they may get the impression that the Occupation and its accompanying cruelty have been put on […]