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Related: About this forumI am Palestinian, and I am human, and I am here
http://mondoweiss.net/2014/06/palestinian-human-here.htmlHe smelled of alcohol, his eyes drifting over me with a glassy, half-drunk gaze. From a distance, we might have appeared as friends. His arm was draped over my shoulder in a posture of familiarity, but when I tried to shift my body away from his vodka-scented breath, I found myself constrained by his steely grip. I blinked, my confusion shifting to alarm. Around us, other members of my senior class were mingling and sipping cool drinks beneath dappled shade, oblivious to my silent panic.
This girl. This girl, the stranger presented me to his cohort of half a dozen Caucasian males and a few flushed, smirking young women. I had been headed across the lawn to talk to a friend when the tall stranger had lassoed me with his arm. Speechless, I waited for him to finish his thought. I heard this funny joke, wanna know whats hilarious? he slurred. I was puzzled, but couldnt shake the feeling that the rest of the group already knew the punchline. His arm still rested heavy around me. I supposed this was just a typical case of drunk-fratboy, and I braced myself for some misogynistic joke or more nonsensical rambling. What he said next was neither.
This girl thinks that Palestinians should have human rights. His companions laughed conspicuously as he turned to me, leaning in with drooping eyelids, his ruddy lips hovering close to my face. Too stunned to flinch, I felt a million needles sinking into my chest as he continued, Sometimes, she holds meetings to talk about Palestinian rights. Isnt that cute? Isnt that awesome? Did you know there are people who think Jews and Arabs are equals? Barely processing his words, I tried vaguely to pull away. He let his arm slide off my shoulders, moving his hand to grasp my forearm instead. He waved his flask at me. Have a drink baby. Whats the matter?
I tried to ignore the snickering of the group, lifting my head as high as I could. Stop it. I said, my voice barely above a whisper. Whats your problem? Have a drink, baby. His hand gripped my arm tighter. Shes pretty sexy, isnt shefor an Arab, I mean?
This girl. This girl, the stranger presented me to his cohort of half a dozen Caucasian males and a few flushed, smirking young women. I had been headed across the lawn to talk to a friend when the tall stranger had lassoed me with his arm. Speechless, I waited for him to finish his thought. I heard this funny joke, wanna know whats hilarious? he slurred. I was puzzled, but couldnt shake the feeling that the rest of the group already knew the punchline. His arm still rested heavy around me. I supposed this was just a typical case of drunk-fratboy, and I braced myself for some misogynistic joke or more nonsensical rambling. What he said next was neither.
This girl thinks that Palestinians should have human rights. His companions laughed conspicuously as he turned to me, leaning in with drooping eyelids, his ruddy lips hovering close to my face. Too stunned to flinch, I felt a million needles sinking into my chest as he continued, Sometimes, she holds meetings to talk about Palestinian rights. Isnt that cute? Isnt that awesome? Did you know there are people who think Jews and Arabs are equals? Barely processing his words, I tried vaguely to pull away. He let his arm slide off my shoulders, moving his hand to grasp my forearm instead. He waved his flask at me. Have a drink baby. Whats the matter?
I tried to ignore the snickering of the group, lifting my head as high as I could. Stop it. I said, my voice barely above a whisper. Whats your problem? Have a drink, baby. His hand gripped my arm tighter. Shes pretty sexy, isnt shefor an Arab, I mean?
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I am Palestinian, and I am human, and I am here (Original Post)
R. Daneel Olivaw
Jun 2014
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DreamGypsy
(2,252 posts)1. It means we see a young Palestinian kid not as a future security threat or demographic challenge ...
...but as a future father, mother, and lover.
A tremor swept through me. Legend had said the one word Id never have dared to hope for. He said Palestinian.
Despite my conspicuous seat in the first row, I leapt to my feet. For a fleeting moment I stood, buoyed by the unexpected acknowledgment, and cheered with all the strength of my startled joy. In my final hour at Penn, my University community, including, I knew, that vodka-scented stranger, had borne witness to my peoples plight presented as it should always be: as one facet of the greater, unfurling human experience.
Yes. I am here. I stood proudly, my cap askew. I am Palestinian, and I am human, and I am here. Irrevocable, despite all the ways others have tried to erase us, my people remain.
Despite my conspicuous seat in the first row, I leapt to my feet. For a fleeting moment I stood, buoyed by the unexpected acknowledgment, and cheered with all the strength of my startled joy. In my final hour at Penn, my University community, including, I knew, that vodka-scented stranger, had borne witness to my peoples plight presented as it should always be: as one facet of the greater, unfurling human experience.
Yes. I am here. I stood proudly, my cap askew. I am Palestinian, and I am human, and I am here. Irrevocable, despite all the ways others have tried to erase us, my people remain.
Bulldozed villages, destroyed olive groves. Those are people.