Showing posts with label middle east. Show all posts
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Tuesday, September 26, 2023

Sustainable Activism: The Indigenizing Paradigm

When Marc Lamont Hill spoke at the UN in November 2018 and made a case to protect Palestinian Human Rights, he concluded with: "... a free Palestine from the river to the sea." Immediately, his speech was misinterpreted and he was fired from CNN as a contributor and spokesperson. Deep beneath the surface of the politics and the media revolving around Israel and Palestine, regarding where we stand today, is the fear of a word that represents what anti-imperialist academic and activist conversations demand: DECOLONIZATION.

Colonization and decolonization are destructive forces. Although colonization is seen by the oppressor as "making," it is "erasure" for the oppressed. All of the mechanics and psychology of colonization, which are so eloquently characterized in Albert Memmi's book, "The Colonizer and The Colonized", construct a narrative that deceives even the victims into believing the point of view of the advancing nation, even to admire the power and success of the oppressor. The oppressed also erase themselves. Self-censorship is common among people who have been condensed into reservations, bantustans, and occupied territories or driven into diaspora. But to ask to "decolonize" is to threaten what the taker has taken. 

Finders keepers, losers weepers.

Perhaps fears of the concept of "decolonizing" stems from the interpretation that it calls for reversal and erasure. Can we undo civilization-scale, or further, global-level injustice?

Decolonization also demands of a weakened and defeated people to rise up, take a stand, and fight back to deconstruct what decades or even centuries took to establish, all the while in a system where the leadership and power structures are tipped in favor of the systemic injustices and maintaining advantages for the imperialistic program.

On my refrigerator in Chicago is a magnet with a photograph taken by Adam Sings in the Timber, Apsáalooke (Crow) photojournalist and filmmaker. He captured it at the opportune moment when Ojibwe dancer, Michelle Reed, posing in traditional regalia coincidentally walked past a woman shopping in the Loop wearing a Blackhawks t-shirt and carrying sports memorabilia. The contrasts in the image are captivating and provocative. His work is myth-busting. Native people live here, today. They are not cartoons of pioneer history and fetishized Halloween costumes. He calls this category on his Etsy page, "Indigenizing Colonized Spaces." Images like these are constructive, imprinting on the minds of the viewer a picture of modern people, living in this modern world while retaining and expressing their traditional culture. Colonized people can claim their place in today's world and envision a way forward without having to tear down the entire history or threaten the colonizers with removal. 

Further, when I think of the history of my family and the Nakba, it is excruciating and painful, which doesn't begin to compare to the challenges faced by those whose daily colonization story is still being violently written. I am diaspora, a generation-removed, and even for me to consider how to reverse the trajectory against it all is self-defeating. Before we can activate decolonization, the ongoing colonization must stop: the settler pograms and settlement development. This aligns with U.S. policy on Israel. 

Motivated by a reckless indigenizing fever dream, I asked, "Why can't Palestinians buy condos in the newly developed, planned communities in the Israeli settlements?" Can't Jewish and Palestinian residents reside next door like we do here in the 9th District of Chicago where Congresswoman Jan Schakowsky represents us in the House of Representatives? My mother always reminded me of how our family lived in harmony with their neighbors. They never designated Jewish, Christian or Muslim when it came to their life in Jerusalem before 1947. 

Faith-washing is a vehicle for colonization that collaborates hand-in-hand with racism. The Rabbi at Efrat Settlement near Bethlehem held back his anger as he answered my question in front of my large travel group of Evangelical Christians on tour with the Telos Group and Willow Creek Community Church in October 2014. He asserted that Judea and Samaria are the Biblical historic land of his people and that it cannot be shared by Palestinians. Absolutely not, he said, Palestinians cannot live in the Jewish settlements. He continued to express his pride in their community programs, private pools, and beautiful landscaping while ignoring the fact that the water and electricity of the neighboring Palestinian communities have been restricted and diverted to provide all these luxuries for Israeli settlers. For Palestinians, black water tanks purchased from Israel, filled with groundwater from underneath their own properties, are installed on the roofs of their homes to provide running water. It is a vicious cycle of municipal and environmental injustice.

Seated in a circle in a historic Edgewater neighborhood mansion, activists from around Chicago introduced themselves. A retired entrepreneurship consultant who coached business leaders in the West Bank, a member of the Episcopal Church and leader of the Poor People's Campaign, and an employment discrimination attorney who is a Black for Palestine solidarity spokesperson/Methodist-church-lady-extraordinaire describe a few of the voices that shared their background in Palestine social justice. In the room are Palestinian Americans who juggle working from home and raising their children while serving as executive directors and board members of justice organizations. In tears, one Palestinian American woman expressed admiration and necessity for the work being done by non-Arab activists. She couldn't stay in the work because she was too heartbroken. My chest tightened remembering a recent collaboration to organize a recognition event. Our best advocates at times communicate insensitively. Even among the most prized influencers of progressive movements, there are times when colonial myths still influence the way Palestinian Americans are treated within these circles and it can be hurtful. I confronted the group by e-mail and then checked out. Decolonization work exhausted me.

Not long after I thought I threw in the colloquial towel, a curly and dark-haired college coed posed a question in a webinar to a panel on "decolonization" about their thoughts on "indigenization" as a creative force. A shadow lifted.

How do we create a future-forward picture of our people that respects the losses endured? Will indigenizing allow the perpetrators of military and imperialist violence to get off without repudiation or consequence? Orthodox Christians hold forgiveness as a supernatural process. We entrust God with justice and release others from our right to vengeance. This may lead to coexistence, and for me it's a freeing and spiritually sustainable idea, but it's easily accessible for a privileged diaspora Palestinian American. As an Arab American born in the United States, I not only live side by side with colonizers, but I am a participant and beneficiary of colonization. Like many Palestinian Americans, I have no legal way to return, to indigenize our ancestral home in the realest sense. Moreover, the diaspora's extended family who stayed may discredit my right to return. There isn't enough room for us all, especially under the encroaching occupation forces. Under all these circumstances, indigenizing in the modern context demands a wild imagination with fantastic creativity, and incredible persistence. Indigenizing confronts normalized colonial mythology powerfully. Indigenization is rehumanizing work. It asserts a place in present society with clear vision of the role of the dispossessed people, whether internally displaced or as part of a diaspora society. It is creative resistance that gives life, validates, and galvanizes hope.

Saturday, August 8, 2020

Your Lebanon. My Lebanon.

We never visited, but we fell in love with our "Balad" through our Baba. We visited Lebanon through the music of Fairuz, Wadi El Safi, and Majida El Roumi. Their lyrics told the stories we longed to know.


Our minds imagined the cliffs on the sea at Rawsha, where Daddy saw an angel and it saved his life. Through his careful harvest of the olives in our backyard in California, we experienced his joy of his homeland. The American University of Beirut and his loyal best friend from his childhood village, together unlocked the opportunities that catapulted my father into a career as an organic chemist in the U.S.
Many people see Lebanon as just another Middle Eastern country, suffering from war, strife and conflict that every other one suffers. But, Lebanon is different to me. I have spoken my heart about Palestine, but right now, my father's Balad is breaking my heart.

In this moment of their devastation as a people and a country, perhaps you may discover a longing for Beirut, a city you never knew you dreamed to visit - the home of the Phoenicians.

Lebanese people are proud. They have held tightly to the long Christian heritage that dates back to the first churches. They speak "Lebanese", not "Arabic". It IS Arabic, but they want you to know they are proud, because they can boast of having the largest indigenous Christian population in the Middle East.

The earliest Biblical writings elaborate about Lebanon's breathtaking scenery: the famous Cedar of Lebanon, sites of pilgrimage and miracles, the temple of Baal in Baalbek, Tyre and Sidon.

"The righteous flourish like the palm tree and grow like the cedar in Lebanon" (Psalm 92:12) ... "The trees of the Lord are watered abundantly, the cedars of Lebanon that he planted." (Psalm 104:16 NRSV)

In the woods of his village, Baba would spend time alone writing poetry and reading by a natural spring, Zoo' ee. Nature was his preferred place of worship, though he was a very religious Orthodox Christian. As a naturalized citizen of the United States, my dad still dreamed of his beautiful home. He grew up bil dai3ah - "the village". He had 9 siblings, and his mother nursed her own children and some of her grandchildren. During the civil war, their family was known to provide medical aid to the suffering, a tradition that has been renewed as Syrian refugees have been fleeing into Lebanon over these recent years. It was an Orthodox Christian village where his fondest memories were with two goats and his cow, Futna, that lived in their house. Her milk was used to make Shankleesh, strongly pungent fermented yogurt balls which they would roll in Zaatar, a mix of native thyme, sesame seeds and sumac. His village is famous for having the best Shankleesh in Lebanon!

You have your Lebanon and I have mine.

You have your Lebanon with her problems, 
and I have my Lebanon with her beauty.
You have your Lebanon with all her prejudices and struggles, 
and I have my Lebanon with all her dreams and securities.

Your Lebanon is a political knot, a national dilemma, a place of conflict and deception. 
My Lebanon is a place of beauty and dreams of enchanting valleys and splendid mountains.
Your Lebanon is inhabited by functionaries, officers, politicians, committees, and factions. 
My Lebanon is for peasants, shepherds, young boys and girls, parents and poets.

Your Lebanon is empty and fleeting, whereas My Lebanon will endure forever.

- Gibran Kahlil Gibran, "The Eye of the Prophet" 1920

Daddy loved Khalil Gibran. Poetry and nature were his heartbeat. One of his best friends encouraged me to read, "The Broken Wings". I wept. Lebanese writing, full of passion, spirit, and heartache moved me deeply. I felt like through Khalil Gibran, perhaps I could better understand my Dad. He was an introvert and held the highest standard for ethics and morality: honest to a fault. Some of the best advice and invented cliches in our family came from my Dad.

Truly, this crisis is a loss to us all. Beirut is the Newport Beach of the Middle East - some say the French Riviera: progressive, beautiful, strong and rich with culture. In the moment of an explosion, culture, families, history, stability, hope have been shattered.

The international community must hold the government accountable. An international investigation must be demanded. We can press our Congress people, the U.N. Yes, send support.

There are many links that may have come your way. Due to the Coronavirus pandemic, many NGO's lost their support and their presence in Lebanon. A number of them were well established and already responding due to the flooding of Syrian refugees into Lebanon. Donating to a vetted organization with feet on the ground is important at this time. Here are a few that I am connected with personally.

Preemptive Love
Antiochian Orthodox Church
Caritas Lebanon/Catholic Charity Organization
Living With Power/Dr. Lina Abujamra Medical Teams