This year, Jerusalem Day fell on Naksa Day (the anniversary of the occupation). I found this poster, from a leftist group in the early 80s, a few weeks earlier: “Just don’t say you didn’t know!” […]

This year, Jerusalem Day fell on Naksa Day (the anniversary of the occupation). I found this poster, from a leftist group in the early 80s, a few weeks earlier: “Just don’t say you didn’t know!” […]
Only after arriving in jerusalem today did he begin to ask himself: did I really want to come to Jerusalem today? — Mori Rothman-Zecher (@Moriel_RZ) May 17, 2015 The conundrum of this place (&perhaps of […]
1. I have nothing new to say about violence. It feels sad and electric to see, like usual. By evening, satisfied some of the policemen eat sandwiches. 2. Speaking of sad: the nine year olds wearing Kahana […]
“Jerusalem II.” Spoken word from Jerusalem’s worst day, yesterday, Jerusalem Day. The sea of flags made me sadder than I have been in a while: most of the marchers probably had no idea that for the few hours leading up to their procession, Israeli police were busy terrorizing, arresting, hitting and clearing out Palestinians so that the march could go through the Damascus Gate (in Occupied Palestine) without the marchers having to see a single counter-protestor, a single Palestinian flag, a single thing that might dampen their day. They seemed to be having a really nice time. Here’s to better days:
And the original, “Jerusalem,” (2012) for those who missed it:
Jerusalem
Your sidewalks are so soft
They feel like jelly donuts