29 July 2007

Our Anti-War Protest Banners Last Year

Last year, during Izrael's war of destruction and failure against the triumphant Lebanese people, many artists and young people got together at the studios of OTHER: Arab Artists Collective in Detroit to paint large banners for a mass protest that took place on August 5th, 2006.



Below: Our banners at the protest, along with other pictures on that day...


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22 July 2007

Martyr of the Pen

الذكرى العشرين لاستشهاد شهيد القلم،
شهيد الفقراء، شهيد الحقيقة
الفنان الاستاذ ناجي العلي

Twenty years ago today, the great artist Naji al-Ali was gunned down in cold blood in the streets of London, on orders of the fascist Israeli mossad, and in collaboration with the corrupt leadership of the PLO, and with the pleasure of the despotic Arab regimes & their masters, all of whom where targets of his honest, eloquent, scathing political cartoons.











My July 06, 2007 post on Naji al-Ali

My August 11, 2006 post on him

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15 July 2007

In the Wilderness of North America



In the Wilderness of North America: Reality and Allegory

dedicated to Jamal and Imad

I just finished reading the Autobiography of Malcolm X, as Told to Alex Haley. It is an extraordinary account of an extraordinary man. No one should ever do themselves the disservice of judging this man before reading his autobiography in its entirety. In fact, no one should do themselves the disservice of trying to understand American history without reading this book in its entirety.

This was the first time that I read it myself in its entirety. When I was younger, in college, I had skimmed parts of it, but did not realize fully what I was reading, even though my friends and I during those influential years liked to think that Malcolm’s life had a primary influence on our own young lives, given parallels between the Black struggle in American and our own people’s struggles in Palestine and Lebanon, and the hardships of an immigrant community fleeing war to America. I may sound like an old man saying so, but there is something to be said for re-reading important works after one has gotten along in years, and has been blessed with life experiences and insights, if only because of the merit of age and the passing of time.

Reading it this time, I was injected with a special enthusiasm to read it straight through from cover to cover, because I found an old first edition paperback copy (published 1966) at King's Used Books (a four-story used bookstore in Detroit, the largest used bookstore in the country.) The excitement to read this first edition was due to the fact that I was holding in my hands a copy that was originally purchased and touched by someone who was a contemporary of Malcolm X and who may have heard him speak, and who had just witnessed the event of Malcolm's assassination the year before the publication of this first paperback edition, when Malcolm's words still reverberated loud and clear and fresh throughout the air, sea and land of this globe. (I mean this in literal terms; towards the end of his life, Malcolm had had an audience with many, many heads of state on every continent, befriended important artists and writers of the time, appeared on hundreds of television and radio programs all over the World, and caused exhilaration in audiences wherever he went, whether they were in the streets of Harlem or in the lecture halls of Harvard, Oxford, Cairo or Accra.)

I also found and purchased another first edition, a hard cover, published in 1965, the same year that Malcolm's earthly life was snuffed out by people who were terrified of the words of this most humble and dignified man. I will give it to my friend Jamal, who, upon receiving his American citizenship years ago, was asked if he would like to change his name on his new certificate of citizenship. (This is a very strange notion. I take it the assumption is that when a person becomes a citizen he would automatically want to adopt an Anglicized name? How peculiar.) Anyway Jamal snidely obliged, and inserted "Malcolm" into the middle of his name, thereby becoming Jamal Malcolm Lastname.

The amazing life story of Malcolm X is one of historic and legendary proportions, and not just because he influenced an entire generation. In every one of its aspects, his own life personified, in the most mythical and grandiose manners, the very essence of human history in its American context. His boyhood story began with deprivation and hardship, founded deeply in genocide and slavery, racial subjugation, and the inhumanity of a segregated society and its brutal methods. His youth fell under the pressing thumb of ignorance and the need to survive in the jungles of America's northern cities, leading him to the most extreme dangers and immoralities of life on the streets, and later leading him into prison. What he found in prison were the beginnings of his involvement in what would later become the pivotal, turbulent histories of the race struggle in the U.S., and the global liberation struggle of the third world, during the 1950's and 60's.

While still in prison, the Nation of Islam and its leader Elijah Muhammad opened Malcolm's eyes to a methodological, critical, uncompromising, passionate, and bold look at the meaning of life in America for the Black Man. Although filled with a lot of constructed mystical beliefs infused with science fiction, the story that the Nation of Islam conveyed was an amazing and, in my opinion, a beautifully allegorical tale of Original Man, his fall from grace, and his coming redemption, all from the approach and vantage point of the Black experience in America. It is a modern tale of a long, forgotten exile from paradise, in the best traditions of the Torah and the New Testament, and of promised messianic redemption that is likewise recounted in the Old & New Testaments, the Qur’an, Shiaa theology and political practice, the Book of Mormon, as well as in the literature of the time of unfolding Marxist movements all over the world struggling for a secular Heaven on Earth. Even Elijah Muhammad’s name, a combination of his first (family-given) name, named after the Biblical Messianic Elijah, and the original Prophet of Islam, Muhammad Ibn Abdullah, proved to be an integral part of the legendary, mystical theology of the Nation of Islam. The divergent philosophy of “The Lost-Found Nation of Islam,” lost in "The Wilderness of North America," is influenced by other pseudo-mystical or radical political organizations that were active in the Black community in the U.S. preceding it, such as Noble Drew Ali and his Moorish Science Temple, or Marcus Garvey’s Universal Negro Improvement Association and the general “Back to Africa” movement, and is intertwined in some respects with historical Islam, as well as traditional African-American culture and history. The Nation of Islam built on these, and created an allegorical narrative and program, in the guise of religion, by which people living under the boot of segregation, racial degradation and ignorance can begin to understand their history and their own current situation, in order to repeal the effects of the injustice and inequity that was thrust upon them. Although it used language, narratives and assertions that could be described as reverse racism, and it elevated its founders, in a most cultic and un-Islamic manner, to divine status, it nonetheless put up a mirror in front of both the white majority and the black minority in the U.S., so that they may see, in the starkest and harshest terms, the cruel and ruthless situation of both historical slavery and contemporary segregation.

Malcolm saw in the preachings of the Nation of Islam, even with all its inventive tales of ancient scientists playing with genetics and creating new races, the most truthful telling of why the descendants of African slaves in America live in such an inhumane, destitute circumstance, and a most ingenuous way of countering the tricks perpetrated by those in power, by dishing out a few philosophical tricks of its own. Malcolm’s conversion to the Nation of Islam was God’s way of showing him a way out, but not necessarily all the way to the truth, all at once. Even more so than Elijah Muhammad, Malcolm would become, after prison, the Nation of Islam’s most vigorous and eloquent proponent and builder, while at the same time experiencing his own political and philosophical growth alongside his work within the Nation. He built the Nation’s membership from 400 at the time of his joining it, to 40,000 at the time that he was banished from its leadership. This then becomes the second chapter of the fable of the "Lost-Found Nation of Islam in the Wilderness of North America": Malcolm grows to legendary stature, whereby he single-handedly commands the attention of the world, influencing the popular racial and political mood of the country and the world, but also aggravating a most elemental and story-book resentment and envy from his brethren, just as the envy that Prophet Joseph experienced from his own brothers. After his exile from the Nation, his Pilgrimage to Mecca and subsequent tour of African and Arab countries took on a life of its own. He began to fall into the lap of destiny day by day, meeting ambassadors, kings, presidents, statesmen (both natives and African-American expatriates,) and speaking to thousands in every city he came into, all the while going through a spiritual, ideological and philosophical transformation the likes of which no single human being has had the privilege of experiencing during the Modern epoch.

Throughout this, and while struggling against a sense of betrayal from the Nation of Islam, as well as the real physical dangers of threats on his own life and that of his wife and daughters, from white supremacists, government agents and ex-brethren in the Nation, he did not lose the focus of his philosophical compass, that being the demand for justice. Just as he was beginning to form a new organization to serve Muslims in American along the lines of the original Islamic faith that was revealed to him overseas, based on the oneness and equality of humankind under the Oneness of a common Creator; just as he was beginning to form a second, secular organization to unite and strengthen African-Americans; just as he said that he would formally raise the issue of slavery, discrimination and the human rights of African-Americans at the United Nations; just as he said that he would remain firmly against the violence that bigotry perpetrated against Blacks in America, while simultaneously seeing the equality of all humankind and his willingness to work with everyone for the purpose of justice, this earthly realm and its very fallible human inhabitants delivered into his blessed chest the message that they were not ready for someone of his eminence. The sudden metamorphosis of Malcolm X into Haj Malik El-Shabazz, a new butterfly of intense vibrant colors that bewildered, astonished, disoriented, enraged, or freed those who looked upon it, was too much for us. Once Malcolm’s mind and heart were opened by his Creator, he saw and was not willing to accept human society's abuse of the meekest of its members; and indeed like many a prophet throughout time who were mistreated and rejected by their people, the world proved that it was not ready for his rebuking of it and his foresight. He flew high above the wilderness to see it for what it really is; he flew too high and close to the sun, yet also stayed within the depths of this wilderness, to be an active and forceful part of the people’s struggle. May God grant his soul mercy and peace.

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14 July 2007

One Year Later


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06 July 2007

... ويبقى حنظلة



في نهر النار، نهر الدمار، نهرالتشريد المجدد
في كل أرض وفي كل وقت،
يبقى حنظلة شاهداً على التاريخ،

يبقى أصدق الشاهدين
شاهداً على أعمال بني البشر
رغم كل أكاذيب الساسيين والأنظمة.

من هو حنظلة؟

حنظلة منبوذي الأرض
حنظلة السيدة هاجر
حنظلة السيدة مريم
حنظلة اليسوع عيسى
حنظلة بلال
حنظلة فاطمة
حنظلة الحسين
حنظلة زينب
حنظلة غاندي
حنظلة محمود درويش
حنظلة حسّان شرارة
حنظلة بلال فحص
حنظلة محمد الدرّة
حنظلة أنت
حنظلة أنا

From Nahr-el-Bared to Baghdad,
Handala remains the absolute witness to history
forever retaining in his memory the truest history,
despite all the smoke and lies of politicians and states.

Who is Handala?
Handala is Hagar
Handala is Mary
Handala is Jesus
Handala is Bilal
Handala is Fatima
Handala is Hussein
Handala is Zainab
Handala is Ghandi
Handala is Mahmoud Darwish
Handala is Bilal Fahs
Handala is Hassan Charara
Handala is Mohamad Al-Durrah
Handala is you
Handala is me

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