"Moving Towards Home" by June Jordan
http://www.cafearabica.com/culture/culture16/culpoem.htmlYet another prominent example of a self-hating black moron (who actually thinks she is a Fakestinian) sympathizing with the world's greatest murderers and enslavers of blacks is this fine specimen, the late and unlamented Jamaican lesbian "poetess" June Jordan, yimach schma vezichra (
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/June_Jordan ). This disgusting sack of maggot food is proudly pimped by a Muslim Nazi site:
The following is a brilliant piece by June Jordan, an award-winning African-American poetess who has for years been an ardent and outspoken supporter of the Palestinian people.
Of course, one wonders why this brilliant paragon of Arab sympathy never took her solidarity quest to its logical conclusion (i.e. actually moving to Arab-occupied Gaza/Judea/Samaria). My guess is that she enjoyed the good life in Berkeley, California (as well as her clitoris, not being a slave, and the freedom to shtup girls at will) too much for that.
It's too bad she didn't leave us, and take about 30 million of her bros and sistahs with her. Anyway, she's in Gehenom now, so I guess it's irrelevant.
Bonesfan
Moving Towards Home
"Where is Abu Fadi," she wailed.
"Who will bring me my loved one?"
New York Times, 9/20/82
(after the 1982 Phalangist/Israeli Massacre of Refugees in Beirut)
I do not wish to speak about the bulldozer and the
red dirt
not quite covering all of the arms and legs
Nor do I wish to speak about the nightlong screams
that reached
the observation posts where soldiers lounged about
Nor do I wish to speak about the woman who shoved her baby
into the stranger's hands before she was led away
Nor do I wish to speak about the father whose sons
were shot
through the head while they slit his own throat before
the eyes
of his wife
Nor do I wish to speak about the army that lit continuous
flares into the darkness so that others could see
the backs of their victims lined against the wall
Nor do I wish to speak about the piled up bodies and
the stench
that will not float
Nor do I wish to speak about the nurse again and
again raped
before they murdered her on the hospital floor
Nor do I wish to speak about the rattling bullets that
did not
halt on that keening trajectory
Nor do I wish to speak about the pounding on the
doors and
the breaking of windows and the hauling of families into
the world of the dead
I do not wish to speak about the bulldozer and the
red dirt
not quite covering all of the arms and legs
because I do not wish to speak about unspeakable events
that must follow from those who dare
"to purify" a people
those who dare
"to exterminate" a people
those who dare
to describe human beings as "beasts with two legs"
those who dare
"to mop up"
"to tighten the noose"
"to step up the military pressure"
"to ring around" civilian streets with tanks
those who dare
to close the universities
to abolish the press
to kill the elected representatives
of the people who refuse to be purified
those are the ones from whom we must redeem
the words of our beginning
because I need to speak about home
I need to speak about living room
where the land is not bullied and beaten into
a tombstone
I need to speak about living room
where the talk will take place in my language
I need to speak about living room
where my children will grow without horror
I need to speak about living room where the men
of my family between the ages of six and sixty-five
are not
marched into a roundup that leads to the grave
I need to talk about living room
where I can sit without grief without wailing aloud
for my loved ones
where I must not ask where is Abu Fadi
because he will be there beside me
I need to talk about living room
because I need to talk about home
I was born a Black woman
and now
I am become a Palestinian
against the relentless laughter of evil
there is less and less living room
and where are my loved ones?
It is time to make our way home.
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