Recently I ran across an article about Nellie Bly. I remembered Joe
posted several articles, a few years ago, detailing some of Nellie
Bly's undercover work, and the terrible conditions that so many
working class Americans lived under back 100 plus years ago. Think
times are getting tough today? Well, you're right! But unless we,
the working class people, do not turn it around, America will slip
back to those Bad Old Days. Sadly, what Nellie Bly reported on has
been the Norm for most Americans. Only the Wealthy, Privilaged
Americans remember "the good old days". For most of us and our
parents and grandparents, there were only hard times.
Carl Jarvis
*****
Nellie Bly, 1864-1922
Nellie Bly was born Elizabeth Jane Cochran on May 5, 1864 in the town
of Cochran's Mills, Pennsylvania. The town was named for her father,
Judge Michael
Cochran. Early in life, Elizabeth earned the nickname "Pink" because
her mother routinely dressed her in that color. Judge Cochran passed
away when Elizabeth
was just six. Elizabeth's mother, Mary Jane, would re-marry three
years later to a man who was very abusive, forcing her to go through
the tortuous process
of divorce. This left the family on very hard times. Elizabeth
attended Indiana Normal in hopes of becoming a teacher. However, she
could not afford tuition
and spent only one semester at the school.
In 1880, Mary Jane moved her family to Pittsburgh. Elizabeth assisted
her mother with duties around their house which they had opened to
boarders. In January
of 1885, Nellie read an editorial in The Pittsburgh Dispatch entitled
"What Girls Are Good For." The article admonished women for even
attempting to have
an education or career, suggesting they should stray no further than
the home. This infuriated Elizabeth to the point of writing a scathing
reply that
she signed "Little Orphan Girl." Dispatch editor George Madden was so
impressed by the reply, he placed an ad for the Little Orphan Girl to
visit the newspaper.
When Elizabeth introduced herself to Madden, the editor offered her
the opportunity to write a rebuttal piece to be published. Elizabeth
went home and
wrote her first newspaper article "The Girl Puzzle." Impressed again,
Madden offered Elizabeth a full-time job writing under the name Nellie
Bly (the title
of a popular song by Stephen Foster).
At the time women who worked at newspapers almost always wrote
articles on gardening, fashion or society. Nellie Bly eschewed these
topics for hard pressing
stories on the poor and oppressed. Drawing from her mother's
experience, she wrote on the inherent disadvantages women had in
divorce proceedings. She
also wrote numerous articles on the lives of poor women who worked in
Pittsburgh's bottle factories. Nellie's articles fascinated readers,
but drew criticism
from the business community. When companies threatened to pull
advertising from the Dispatch because of her articles, Nellie was
assigned to a gardening
story. When she turned in the article, she included her resignation.
Nellie's next adventure was a six month trip to Mexico. She wrote of
her travels to Madden, who published her reports in the Dispatch.
However, what started
out as a travelogue soon turned into a scathing review of the Mexican
government. When she reported on President Porfirio Diaz imprisoning a
journalist
for criticizing the government, Nellie soon found herself threatened
with arrest and left the country. Her accounts would later be
collected in the book
Six Months In Mexico.
Back in the United States, Nellie decided that her next destination
would be New York City. In 1887, Nellie arrived in New York hoping to
land a job at
a major newspaper, but none was offered. After four months of
rejection, and near penniless, she talked her way into the office of
John Cockerill, managing
editor of the Joseph Pulitzer newspaper The New York World.
Determined not to leave without work, Nellie was eventually assigned
to go under-cover as a patient in the notorious asylum on Blackwell's
Island and report
first-hand on her experience.
Nellie convinced both doctors and judges that she was insane, and was
committed to the asylum. She endured filthy conditions, rotten food
and physical
abuse from doctors and nurses for ten days before a World agent
rescued her. Nellie's articles "Behind Asylum Bars" and "Inside The
Mad-House" created
an uproar in New York. After further investigations were launched, New
York officials provided more money and a change in care for the people
at the asylum.
Nellie Bly had arrived.
Nellie would spend the next several years writing articles for The
World. She pioneered the field of investigative journalism. Often
going under-cover,
she exposed crooked lobbyists in government, tracked the plight of
unwanted babies, reported on the conditions for poor workers in
box-making factories
and much more. Nellie was becoming so popular, The World would often
use her name in the story's headline! People couldn't wait to see what
Nellie Bly
was up to next.
Nellie's most famous story would begin in 1889. She proposed to travel
around the world faster than Jules Verne's character Phileas Fogg in
Around The
World In Eighty Days. Editors at The World were wary of the idea.
Women didn't travel without escorts, they carried too much baggage.
Never one to be denied,
Nellie Bly stepped onto the ocean liner Augusta Victoria by herself on
November 14, 1889 carrying only two small satchels.
Nellie traveled the world heading east from New York. Her journey took
her from England to Egypt, Ceylon, Singapore, Hong Kong, and Japan
before heading
back to the United States. During a stop in France, Nellie got to meet
Jules Verne himself, who encouraged her to break his own - fictional -
record! In
the meantime, to keep interest in Nellie's trip alive, The World
promoted a hugely popular guessing game for her arrival time.
Nellie would step back on to American soil in San Francisco. She then
boarded a train that took her across the country. On January 25, 1890,
Nellie Bly
arrived back at her starting point; seventy-two days, six hours,
eleven minutes and fourteen seconds after her departure. Nellie was
now a hugely popular
international celebrity. However, to her surprise, The World did not
offer Nellie a bonus despite the increase in circulation she had
created. Upset over
the sleight, Nellie Bly resigned from the newspaper.
Though unemployed, Nellie was not short of opportunities. Her image
graced trading cards, board games and numerous other products. She
went on lecture
tours and wrote Nellie Bly's Book: Around The World In Seventy-Two
Days. Unfortunately, during this time, her brother Charles died, and
Nellie began taking
care of his wife and two children.
In 1893, a new editor at The World convinced Nellie to come back. On
September 17th, the headline "Nellie Bly Again" appeared on the front
page of The
World. For the next three years, Nellie was back with articles about
police corruption, the violent Pullman labor strike and an interview
with noted suffragist
Susan B. Anthony among others.
In 1895, Nellie surprised everyone by marrying noted industrialist
Robert Seaman, and by 1896 she had stopped writing for The World.
Robert Seaman was
owner of the Iron Clad Manufacturing Company which made milk cans,
barrels and other steel products. As the marriage progressed, Nellie
became more and
more involved with the company. She even patented a milk can of her
own design. When Robert died in 1904, Nellie (as Elizabeth Cochrane
Seaman) took over
the company and became the world's leading female industrialist.
Unfortunately by 1914, poor management and fraud within the company
forced her into bankruptcy.
That same year saw Nellie travel to Europe to visit a friend in
Austria. It also saw the outbreak of World War 1. Nellie got in
contact with former World
editor Arthur Brisbane who now worked at the Hearst newspaper The New
York Evening Journal and made arrangements to become a journalist once
again. Nellie
Bly was America's first female war correspondent, writing articles on
her experiences at the war's front lines. What had started as a
vacation turned into
a five year tour of duty.
By 1919, Nellie was back in New York and writing regularly for The
Evening Journal. She had her own column and dispensed advice as well
as her opinion
on topics of the day. She helped poor women find jobs and raised money
to aid widows, children and others who faced hard times.
Nellie Bly passed away on January 27, 1922 from pneumonia, having
continued to write her column up until her death. The next day, The
Evening Journal carried
a tribute to the pioneering reporter, declaring Nellie Bly "The Best
Reporter In America."
Sunday, May 27, 2018
Friday, May 25, 2018
my humble effort at presenting Donald Trump with a new national anthem
Below is my humble effort at providing Donald Trump with a new
national anthem to assist him in encouraging the Masses he holds in
contempt, to stand, as if they actually were included in Trump's Land.
.
****
Sing out to the Working Class People of the good old US of A.
All hail the mighty People.
The Ones who built this Land.
The backbone of this nation,
They've earned a rousing hand.
The rich men stand before their flag,
And Bless that sacred cloth.
But Workers know it's nothing more
Than dinner for a Moth.
Our glory is not in some old rag,
with red and white and blue.
Our Glory is in the Working Class,
Folks like me and you.
So sing a song to your Brothers,
And sing to your sisters, too.
Sing, "Power to the People"
To all, including you!
Author, Carl A. Jarvis
May 25, 2018
All Rights Reserved...
national anthem to assist him in encouraging the Masses he holds in
contempt, to stand, as if they actually were included in Trump's Land.
.
****
Sing out to the Working Class People of the good old US of A.
All hail the mighty People.
The Ones who built this Land.
The backbone of this nation,
They've earned a rousing hand.
The rich men stand before their flag,
And Bless that sacred cloth.
But Workers know it's nothing more
Than dinner for a Moth.
Our glory is not in some old rag,
with red and white and blue.
Our Glory is in the Working Class,
Folks like me and you.
So sing a song to your Brothers,
And sing to your sisters, too.
Sing, "Power to the People"
To all, including you!
Author, Carl A. Jarvis
May 25, 2018
All Rights Reserved...
Power to the Working Class People
Below is my humble effort at providing Donald Trump with a new
national anthem to encourage the Masses to stand.
Carl Jarvis
****
Sing out to the Working Class People of the good old US of A.
All hail the mighty People.
The Ones who built this Land.
The backbone of this nation,
They've earned a rousing hand.
The rich men stand before their flag,
And Bless that sacred cloth.
But Workers know it's nothing more
Than dinner for a Moth.
Our glory is not in some old rag,
with red and white and blue.
Our Glory is in the Working Class,
Folks like me and you.
So sing a song to your Brothers,
And sing to your sisters, too.
Sing, "Power to the People"
To all, including you!
Author, Carl A. Jarvis
May 25, 2018
All Rights Reserved...
Sing out to the People of the good old USA.
All hail the mighty People.
The Ones who built this Land.
The backbone of this nation,
They've earned a rousing hand.
The rich men stand before their flag,
And Bless that sacred cloth.
But Workers know it's nothing more
Than dinner for a Moth.
Our glory is not in some old rag,
with red and white and blue.
Our Glory is in the Working Class,
Folks like me and you.
So sing a song to your Brothers,
And sing to your sisters, too.
Sing, "Power to the People"
To the Many, o'er the Few.
Author, Carl A. Jarvis
May 25, 2018
national anthem to encourage the Masses to stand.
Carl Jarvis
****
Sing out to the Working Class People of the good old US of A.
All hail the mighty People.
The Ones who built this Land.
The backbone of this nation,
They've earned a rousing hand.
The rich men stand before their flag,
And Bless that sacred cloth.
But Workers know it's nothing more
Than dinner for a Moth.
Our glory is not in some old rag,
with red and white and blue.
Our Glory is in the Working Class,
Folks like me and you.
So sing a song to your Brothers,
And sing to your sisters, too.
Sing, "Power to the People"
To all, including you!
Author, Carl A. Jarvis
May 25, 2018
All Rights Reserved...
Sing out to the People of the good old USA.
All hail the mighty People.
The Ones who built this Land.
The backbone of this nation,
They've earned a rousing hand.
The rich men stand before their flag,
And Bless that sacred cloth.
But Workers know it's nothing more
Than dinner for a Moth.
Our glory is not in some old rag,
with red and white and blue.
Our Glory is in the Working Class,
Folks like me and you.
So sing a song to your Brothers,
And sing to your sisters, too.
Sing, "Power to the People"
To the Many, o'er the Few.
Author, Carl A. Jarvis
May 25, 2018
Re: [acb-chat] FW: NFL changes national anthem policy to ban kneeling
So, here's my National Anthem...the words, at least. Anyone have a
lively tune to go with it?
Carl Jarvis
****
Sing out to the Working Class People of the good old US of A.
All hail the mighty People.
The Ones who built this Land.
The backbone of this nation,
They've earned a rousing hand.
The rich men stand before their flag,
And Bless that sacred cloth.
But Workers know it's nothing more
Than dinner for a Moth.
Our glory is not in some old rag,
with red and white and blue.
Our Glory is in the Working Class,
Folks like me and you.
So sing a song to your Brothers,
And sing to your sisters, too.
Sing, "Power to the People"
To the Many, o'er the Few.
Author, Carl A. Jarvis
May 25, 2018
On 5/25/18, Bob Hachey via acb-chat <acb-chat@acblists.org> wrote:
> Hi all,
> Here's what really gets me here. Until Idiot trump re-ignited the
> controversy, very few players were taking a knee for the National Anthem.
> Shame on the owners for bowing down to that sorry excuse for a president who
> acts in many ways more like a despot. His death can't come soon enough for
> me. IF I'm here on that glorious day when his grain-of-sand-sized-heart
> stops beating I will gladly dance upon his grave with glasses of shampagne
> in both hands.
> And, we know why Trump re-ignited this thing. IT was to rouse the worst
> parts of his base. That is, the part that abhors anything that is not white,
> Christian, right-wing bull. By the way, Trump, you're no Christian.
> One final point. The eledcion of Trump and his behavior since taking the
> White House is a much greater disrespect to our flag and country than 100
> million americans kneeling for the National Anthem would be.
>
> PS. If this opinion gets me put on a list compiled by the FBI, CIA or Secret
> Service, I'd consider that a badge of honor.
> Bob Hachey
>
> _______________________________________________
> acb-chat mailing list
> acb-chat@acblists.org
> http://www.acblists.org/mailman/listinfo/acb-chat
>
lively tune to go with it?
Carl Jarvis
****
Sing out to the Working Class People of the good old US of A.
All hail the mighty People.
The Ones who built this Land.
The backbone of this nation,
They've earned a rousing hand.
The rich men stand before their flag,
And Bless that sacred cloth.
But Workers know it's nothing more
Than dinner for a Moth.
Our glory is not in some old rag,
with red and white and blue.
Our Glory is in the Working Class,
Folks like me and you.
So sing a song to your Brothers,
And sing to your sisters, too.
Sing, "Power to the People"
To the Many, o'er the Few.
Author, Carl A. Jarvis
May 25, 2018
On 5/25/18, Bob Hachey via acb-chat <acb-chat@acblists.org> wrote:
> Hi all,
> Here's what really gets me here. Until Idiot trump re-ignited the
> controversy, very few players were taking a knee for the National Anthem.
> Shame on the owners for bowing down to that sorry excuse for a president who
> acts in many ways more like a despot. His death can't come soon enough for
> me. IF I'm here on that glorious day when his grain-of-sand-sized-heart
> stops beating I will gladly dance upon his grave with glasses of shampagne
> in both hands.
> And, we know why Trump re-ignited this thing. IT was to rouse the worst
> parts of his base. That is, the part that abhors anything that is not white,
> Christian, right-wing bull. By the way, Trump, you're no Christian.
> One final point. The eledcion of Trump and his behavior since taking the
> White House is a much greater disrespect to our flag and country than 100
> million americans kneeling for the National Anthem would be.
>
> PS. If this opinion gets me put on a list compiled by the FBI, CIA or Secret
> Service, I'd consider that a badge of honor.
> Bob Hachey
>
> _______________________________________________
> acb-chat mailing list
> acb-chat@acblists.org
> http://www.acblists.org/mailman/listinfo/acb-chat
>
Monday, May 14, 2018
Killing Gaza: Chris Hedges article
Killing Gaza
Mr. Fish / Truthdig
WASHINGTON, D.C.-Israel's blockade of Gaza-where trapped Palestinians for
the past seven weeks have held nonviolent protests along the border fence
with Israel, resulting in more than 50 killed and 700 wounded by Israeli
troops-is one of the world's worst humanitarian disasters. Yet the horror
that is Gaza, where 2 million people live under an Israeli siege without
adequate food, housing, work, water and electricity, where the Israeli
military routinely uses indiscriminate and disproportionate violence to
wound and murder, and where almost no one can escape, is rarely documented.
Max Blumenthal and Dan Cohen's powerful new film, "Killing Gaza," offers
an unflinching and moving portrait of a people largely abandoned by the
outside world, struggling to endure.
"Killing Gaza" will be released Tuesday, to coincide with what
Palestinians call Nakba Day-"nakba" means catastrophe in
Arabic-commemorating the 70th anniversary of the forced removal of some 750,
000 Palestinians in 1948 by the Haganah, Jewish paramilitary forces, from
their homes in modern-day Israel. The release of the documentary also
coincides with the Trump administration's opening of the new U.S. Embassy
in Jerusalem.
● Starting Tuesday, May 15, "Killing Gaza" can be seen at Vimeo On
Demand.
Because of Nakba Day and the anger over the transfer of the embassy to
Jerusalem, this week is expected to be one of the bloodiest of the
seven-week-long protest that Palestinians call the "Great Return March."
"Killing Gaza" illustrates why Palestinians, with little left to lose, are
rising up by the thousands and risking their lives to return to their
ancestral homes-70 percent of those in Gaza are refugees or the descendants
of refugees-and be treated like human beings.
Cohen and Blumenthal, who is the author of the book "Goliath: Life and
Loathing in Greater Israel," one of the best accounts of modern Israel,
began filming the documentary Aug. 15, 2014. Palestinian militias, armed
with little more than light weapons, had just faced Israeli tanks,
artillery, fighter jets, infantry units and missiles in a 51-day Israeli
assault that left 2,314 Palestinians dead and 17,125 injured. Some 500,000
Palestinians were displaced and about 100,000 homes were destroyed. The 2014
assault, perhaps better described as a massacre, was one of eight massacres
that Israel has carried out since 2004 against the 2 million Palestinians in
Gaza, over half of whom are children. Israel, which refers to these periodic
military assaults as "mowing the lawn," seeks to make existence in Gaza so
difficult that mere survival consumes most of the average Palestinian's
time, resources and energy.
The film begins in the Shuja'iyya neighborhood, reduced to mounds of rubble
by the Israelis. The wanton destruction of whole neighborhoods was, as
documented by the film, accompanied by the shooting of unarmed civilians by
Israeli snipers and other soldiers of that nation.
"Much of the destruction took place in the course of a few hours on July
23," Blumenthal, who narrates the film, says as destroyed buildings appear
on the screen, block after block. "The invading Israeli forces found
themselves under ferocious fire from local resistance forces, enduring
unexpectedly high casualties. As the Israeli infantry fled in full retreat,
they called in an artillery and air assault, killing at least 120
Palestinian civilians and obliterated thousands of homes."
The film includes a brief clip of young Israelis in Tel Aviv celebrating the
assault on Gaza, a reminder that toxic racism and militarism infect Israeli
society.
"Die! Die! Bye!" laughing teenage girls shout at the celebration in Tel
Aviv. "Bye, Palestine!"
"Fucking Arabs! Fuck Muhammad!" a young man yells.
"Gaza is a graveyard! Gaza is a graveyard! Ole, ole, ole, ole," the crowd
in Tel Aviv sings as it dances in jubilation. "There is no school tomorrow!
There are no children left in Gaza!"
Terrified Palestinian families huddled inside their homes during the
relentless shelling. Those who tried to escape in the face of the advancing
Israelis often were gunned down with their hands in the air, and the bodies
were left to rot in the scorching heat for days.
"I was inside when they started bulldozing my house," Nasser Shamaly, a
Shuja'iyya resident, says in the film. "They took down the wall and
started shooting into the house. So I put my hands on my head and
surrendered myself to the officer. This wasn't just any soldier. He was the
officer of the group! He didn't say a word. He just shot me. I fell down
and started crawling to get away from them."
Shamaly, who hid wounded in his house for four days, was fortunate. His
23-year-old cousin, Salem Shamaly, who led a group of volunteers from the
International Solidarity Movement to dig bodies out of the ruins in Shuja'
iyya, was not.
"On the offensive's 14th day, July 20th, 2014, four other activists and I
went to the Shuja'iyya neighborhood, which Israel had bombed for days, to
accompany rescue teams in the rubble during the two-hour cease-fire," Joe
Catron, one of the members of the International Solidarity Movement rescue
team, says in the film. "A young Palestinian, whose name we later learned
was Salem Shamaly, asked us to go with him to his house, where he hoped to
find his family. It sounds ridiculous now, but at the time we thought the
cease-fire would make it safe."
"As we crossed an alley with a clear line of sight to Israeli positions by
the separation barrier, a gunshot from their direction struck the ground
between us. We scattered into two groups, sheltered behind buildings on
either side. After a pause, Salem stepped into the alley, hoping to lead his
group to our side, but was struck by another bullet. He fell to the
ground."
The film shows Shamaly wounded on the ground, barely able to move and crying
out in pain.
"As he lay on his back, two more rounds hit him," Catron continued. "He
stopped moving. The gunfire kept us from reaching him. The Israeli artillery
began flying overhead and striking the buildings behind us. We were forced
to retreat, leaving him. We only learned his name two days later, when his
mother, father, sister and cousin recognized him in a video I had tweeted."
"We couldn't retrieve his body for seven days," Um Salem, the mother,
says in the film. "His body was in the sun for seven days."
Waseem Shamaly, Salem's brother, who appears to be about 8 years old, is
shown with his eyes swollen from crying. "He would take care of us, like
our father," the boy says. "Even at night, he would get us whatever we
wanted. He used to buy us everything. Whatever we wished for, he would buy
it. There was nothing he wouldn't buy for us. He used to take us to hang
out. He'd take us out with him just to kill our boredom a little."
Waseem wipes his eyes.
"Now he is gone," he continues weakly. "There is nobody to take us out
and buy us treats."
"This boy hasn't been able to handle losing his brother," says the
father, Khalil Shamaly. "He couldn't handle the news, seeing the way his
brother died. He is in shock. It gets to the point where he goes lifeless.
He collapses. When I pick him up he tells me his dying wishes. His dying
wishes! As if he is leaving us. He is so young. But he gives us his dying
wishes. If it weren't for God's mercy, I would have lost him too."
"Destroyed cities and shattered homes can be rebuilt if the resources are
there," Blumenthal says. "But what about the survivors? How can they heal
the scars imposed on their psyches? The youth of Gaza has grown up through
three wars, each more devastating than the last. At least 90 percent of
adolescents in Gaza suffer from post-traumatic stress disorder. With mental
health services pushed to the brink, these unseen scars may never heal."
The film turns to the town of Khuza'a, a farming community with 20,000
people, which was systematically blown up by Israel after three Israeli
soldiers were killed in fighting with the al-Qassam Brigades, the armed wing
of the ruling Hamas government in Gaza. The film shows a video from inside
an Israeli tank as soldiers wait for explosives to bring down buildings in
the town, including the mosque. When the explosions occur, the Israeli
soldiers cheer and shout, "Long live the state of Israel!"
"We were shocked to see so many bodies in the streets," Ahmed Awwad, a
volunteer with the Palestinian Red Crescent, says in the film about Khuza'
a. "Many were decomposing. We wanted to deal with it, but we didn't know
how. Once, when the Israelis let us in with our ambulance, we found about 10
corpses from different areas, scattered. As you approached a body, of course
there is the odor, and there are worms. Hold it like this, and flesh comes
off. Lift an arm and it pulls right off. We didn't know what to do. There
was nothing we could do. We had to stop. It would have been easier just to
bury them. But we figured families would want the bodies. Bulldozers
eventually loaded the bodies in trucks. We couldn't pick up these bodies on
our own. Most were executions, like an old lady at her front door. There was
a young man, another man, and a little kid. The scenes, to be honest, were
very ugly."
The Rjeila family, including 16-year-old Ghadeer, who was physically
disabled, attempts to escape the shelling. As a brother frantically pushes
Ghadeer in her wheelchair (the scene, like several others in the film, is
reconstructed through animation), the Israelis open fire. The brother is
wounded. Ghadeer is killed.
The camera pans slowly through demolished houses containing blackened human
remains. Walls and floors are smeared with blood.
Ahmed Awwad, a Palestinian Red Crescent volunteer, describes what happened
after he and other volunteers finally receive permission from Israeli forces
to retrieve bodies from Khuza'a. They find a man tied to a tree and shot in
both legs. One of the volunteers, Mohammed al-Abadla, gets out of a vehicle
and approaches the tree. When he switches on his flashlight, which the
Israelis had instructed him to do, he is shot in heart and killed.
"For 51 days, Israel bombarded Gaza with the full might of its artillery,"
Blumenthal says. "According to the Israeli military's estimates, 23,410
artillery shells and 2.9 million bullets were fired into Gaza during the
war."
That's one and a half bullets for every man, woman and child in the Gaza
Strip.
There is footage of Israeli soldiers in an artillery unit writing messages,
including "Happy Birthday to Me," on shells being lobbed into Gaza. The
soldiers laugh and eat sushi as they pound Palestinian neighborhoods with
explosives.
Rafah is a city in Gaza on the border of Egypt. The film makes it clear that
Egypt, through its sealing of Gaza's southern border, is complicit in the
blockade. Rafah was one of the first cities targeted by the Israelis. When
Israeli troops took over buildings, they also kidnapped Palestinians and
used them as human shields there and elsewhere, forcing them to stand at
windows as the soldiers fired from behind.
"They blindfolded and handcuffed me and took me inside," Mahmoud Abu Said
says in the film. "They told me to come with them and put a M16 to my back.
There were maybe six of them. They dropped their equipment and began
searching. They started hitting me against the wall. And then sicced their
dogs on me while I was handcuffed."
"They put me here," he says, standing in front of a window, "and stood
behind me. Israeli soldiers placed me here while they stood behind me
shooting. They took me to that window and that window too. Then they hit me
against the wall and pushed me down. They put a mattress here," he says,
showing holes punched through the wall at floor level, "and sat down to
shoot through these holes."
"You see that car?" asks Suleiman Zghreibv, referring to a hunk of twisted
metal that lies next to the ruins of his house. "He drove it," he says of
his 22-year-old son, who was executed by the Israelis. "This is the car we
used to make our living. It wasn't for personal use. It was a taxi. I can'
t describe the suffering. What can I say? Words can't express the pain. We
have suffered and resisted for so long. We've been suffering our whole
lives. We've suffered for the past 60 years because of Israel. War after
war after war. Bombing after bombing after bombing. You build a house. They
destroy it. You raise a child. They kill him. Whatever they do-the United
States, Israel, the whole world, we'll keep resisting until the last one of
us dies."
Israel intentionally targeted power plants, schools, medical clinics,
apartment complexes, whole villages. Robert Piper, the United Nations
Coordinator for Humanitarian Aid and Development Activities, said in 2017
that Gaza had "a long time ago" passed the "unlivability threshold."
Youth unemployment is at 60 percent. Suicide is epidemic. Traditional social
structures and mores are fracturing, with divorce rising from 2 percent to
40 percent and girls and women increasingly being prostituted, something
once seen only rarely in Gaza. Seventy percent of the 2 million Gazans
survive on humanitarian aid packages of sugar, rice, milk and cooking oil.
The U.N. estimates that 97 percent of Gaza's water is contaminated.
Israel's destruction of Gaza's sewage treatment plant means raw sewage is
pumped into the sea, contaminating the beach, one of the very few respites
for a trapped population. The Israelis did not even spare Gaza's little
zoo, slaughtering some 45 animals in the 2014 assault.
"I liked the monkeys best," says a forlorn Ali Qasem, who worked at the
zoo. "We laughed with them the most. We would laugh and play with them.
They would take food right from your hand. They'd respond the most. There
is a heavy feeling of sorrow. I used to spend 18 hours a day here. I was
here all the time. I'd go home for five or six hours, then come back. I
worked here as a volunteer. A few volunteers built this place little by
little. We were excited to finish and invite visitors for free. To me, it
was like humans were killed. It's not OK because they were animals. It's
as if they were human beings, people we know. We used to bring them food
from our homes."
The film shows Palestinians, who have received little reconstruction aid
despite pledges by international donors, camping out amid the ruins of
homes, gathered around small fires for heat and light. Moeen Abu Kheysi, 54,
gives a tour of the smashed house he had spent his life constructing for his
family. He stops when he comes upon his 3-month-old grandson, Wadie. His
face lights up in delight.
"Months passed and the cold rains of winter gave way to baking heat of
spring," Blumenthal says. "In Shuja'iyya, the Abu Kheysi family was still
living in remnants of their home, but without their newest member. Born
during the war, little Wadie did not make it through the harsh winter."
"He was born during the war and he died during the war, well after the
war," a female member of the family explains. "He lived in a room without
a wall. We covered the wall with tin sheets. We moved, but then we got
kicked out. We couldn't make rent. [We] had to come back, cover the wall
and live here. Then the baby froze to death. It was very cold."
"One day it suddenly became very cold," Wadie's mother says. "Wadie woke
up at 9 in the morning. I started playing with him, gave him a bottle.
Suddenly, he was shivering from the cold. I tried to warm him up but it
wasn't working."
She begins to weep.
"There wasn't even time to get to the hospital," she says. "He stopped
breathing before they left the house. His heart stopped beating instantly.
His father started running in the street with him. He fainted when they
yelled, "The baby is dead!" The baby's uncle took over and carried him.
He looked everywhere for a taxi but couldn't find one. We couldn't give
him first aid ourselves. They finally found a car. They did all they could
at the hospital, but he never woke up. He was dead. What can I say? We
remember him all the time. I can't get him off my mind. It's as if I lost
a piece of my heart. His sisters want to sleep in his cradle and wear his
clothes. This one always asks to wear her brother's clothes. We can't
forget him."
"Grandpa!" Wadie's small sister cries out. "Mama is crying again."
Chris Hedges
Chris Hedges is a Pulitzer Prize-winning journalist
Mr. Fish / Truthdig
WASHINGTON, D.C.-Israel's blockade of Gaza-where trapped Palestinians for
the past seven weeks have held nonviolent protests along the border fence
with Israel, resulting in more than 50 killed and 700 wounded by Israeli
troops-is one of the world's worst humanitarian disasters. Yet the horror
that is Gaza, where 2 million people live under an Israeli siege without
adequate food, housing, work, water and electricity, where the Israeli
military routinely uses indiscriminate and disproportionate violence to
wound and murder, and where almost no one can escape, is rarely documented.
Max Blumenthal and Dan Cohen's powerful new film, "Killing Gaza," offers
an unflinching and moving portrait of a people largely abandoned by the
outside world, struggling to endure.
"Killing Gaza" will be released Tuesday, to coincide with what
Palestinians call Nakba Day-"nakba" means catastrophe in
Arabic-commemorating the 70th anniversary of the forced removal of some 750,
000 Palestinians in 1948 by the Haganah, Jewish paramilitary forces, from
their homes in modern-day Israel. The release of the documentary also
coincides with the Trump administration's opening of the new U.S. Embassy
in Jerusalem.
● Starting Tuesday, May 15, "Killing Gaza" can be seen at Vimeo On
Demand.
Because of Nakba Day and the anger over the transfer of the embassy to
Jerusalem, this week is expected to be one of the bloodiest of the
seven-week-long protest that Palestinians call the "Great Return March."
"Killing Gaza" illustrates why Palestinians, with little left to lose, are
rising up by the thousands and risking their lives to return to their
ancestral homes-70 percent of those in Gaza are refugees or the descendants
of refugees-and be treated like human beings.
Cohen and Blumenthal, who is the author of the book "Goliath: Life and
Loathing in Greater Israel," one of the best accounts of modern Israel,
began filming the documentary Aug. 15, 2014. Palestinian militias, armed
with little more than light weapons, had just faced Israeli tanks,
artillery, fighter jets, infantry units and missiles in a 51-day Israeli
assault that left 2,314 Palestinians dead and 17,125 injured. Some 500,000
Palestinians were displaced and about 100,000 homes were destroyed. The 2014
assault, perhaps better described as a massacre, was one of eight massacres
that Israel has carried out since 2004 against the 2 million Palestinians in
Gaza, over half of whom are children. Israel, which refers to these periodic
military assaults as "mowing the lawn," seeks to make existence in Gaza so
difficult that mere survival consumes most of the average Palestinian's
time, resources and energy.
The film begins in the Shuja'iyya neighborhood, reduced to mounds of rubble
by the Israelis. The wanton destruction of whole neighborhoods was, as
documented by the film, accompanied by the shooting of unarmed civilians by
Israeli snipers and other soldiers of that nation.
"Much of the destruction took place in the course of a few hours on July
23," Blumenthal, who narrates the film, says as destroyed buildings appear
on the screen, block after block. "The invading Israeli forces found
themselves under ferocious fire from local resistance forces, enduring
unexpectedly high casualties. As the Israeli infantry fled in full retreat,
they called in an artillery and air assault, killing at least 120
Palestinian civilians and obliterated thousands of homes."
The film includes a brief clip of young Israelis in Tel Aviv celebrating the
assault on Gaza, a reminder that toxic racism and militarism infect Israeli
society.
"Die! Die! Bye!" laughing teenage girls shout at the celebration in Tel
Aviv. "Bye, Palestine!"
"Fucking Arabs! Fuck Muhammad!" a young man yells.
"Gaza is a graveyard! Gaza is a graveyard! Ole, ole, ole, ole," the crowd
in Tel Aviv sings as it dances in jubilation. "There is no school tomorrow!
There are no children left in Gaza!"
Terrified Palestinian families huddled inside their homes during the
relentless shelling. Those who tried to escape in the face of the advancing
Israelis often were gunned down with their hands in the air, and the bodies
were left to rot in the scorching heat for days.
"I was inside when they started bulldozing my house," Nasser Shamaly, a
Shuja'iyya resident, says in the film. "They took down the wall and
started shooting into the house. So I put my hands on my head and
surrendered myself to the officer. This wasn't just any soldier. He was the
officer of the group! He didn't say a word. He just shot me. I fell down
and started crawling to get away from them."
Shamaly, who hid wounded in his house for four days, was fortunate. His
23-year-old cousin, Salem Shamaly, who led a group of volunteers from the
International Solidarity Movement to dig bodies out of the ruins in Shuja'
iyya, was not.
"On the offensive's 14th day, July 20th, 2014, four other activists and I
went to the Shuja'iyya neighborhood, which Israel had bombed for days, to
accompany rescue teams in the rubble during the two-hour cease-fire," Joe
Catron, one of the members of the International Solidarity Movement rescue
team, says in the film. "A young Palestinian, whose name we later learned
was Salem Shamaly, asked us to go with him to his house, where he hoped to
find his family. It sounds ridiculous now, but at the time we thought the
cease-fire would make it safe."
"As we crossed an alley with a clear line of sight to Israeli positions by
the separation barrier, a gunshot from their direction struck the ground
between us. We scattered into two groups, sheltered behind buildings on
either side. After a pause, Salem stepped into the alley, hoping to lead his
group to our side, but was struck by another bullet. He fell to the
ground."
The film shows Shamaly wounded on the ground, barely able to move and crying
out in pain.
"As he lay on his back, two more rounds hit him," Catron continued. "He
stopped moving. The gunfire kept us from reaching him. The Israeli artillery
began flying overhead and striking the buildings behind us. We were forced
to retreat, leaving him. We only learned his name two days later, when his
mother, father, sister and cousin recognized him in a video I had tweeted."
"We couldn't retrieve his body for seven days," Um Salem, the mother,
says in the film. "His body was in the sun for seven days."
Waseem Shamaly, Salem's brother, who appears to be about 8 years old, is
shown with his eyes swollen from crying. "He would take care of us, like
our father," the boy says. "Even at night, he would get us whatever we
wanted. He used to buy us everything. Whatever we wished for, he would buy
it. There was nothing he wouldn't buy for us. He used to take us to hang
out. He'd take us out with him just to kill our boredom a little."
Waseem wipes his eyes.
"Now he is gone," he continues weakly. "There is nobody to take us out
and buy us treats."
"This boy hasn't been able to handle losing his brother," says the
father, Khalil Shamaly. "He couldn't handle the news, seeing the way his
brother died. He is in shock. It gets to the point where he goes lifeless.
He collapses. When I pick him up he tells me his dying wishes. His dying
wishes! As if he is leaving us. He is so young. But he gives us his dying
wishes. If it weren't for God's mercy, I would have lost him too."
"Destroyed cities and shattered homes can be rebuilt if the resources are
there," Blumenthal says. "But what about the survivors? How can they heal
the scars imposed on their psyches? The youth of Gaza has grown up through
three wars, each more devastating than the last. At least 90 percent of
adolescents in Gaza suffer from post-traumatic stress disorder. With mental
health services pushed to the brink, these unseen scars may never heal."
The film turns to the town of Khuza'a, a farming community with 20,000
people, which was systematically blown up by Israel after three Israeli
soldiers were killed in fighting with the al-Qassam Brigades, the armed wing
of the ruling Hamas government in Gaza. The film shows a video from inside
an Israeli tank as soldiers wait for explosives to bring down buildings in
the town, including the mosque. When the explosions occur, the Israeli
soldiers cheer and shout, "Long live the state of Israel!"
"We were shocked to see so many bodies in the streets," Ahmed Awwad, a
volunteer with the Palestinian Red Crescent, says in the film about Khuza'
a. "Many were decomposing. We wanted to deal with it, but we didn't know
how. Once, when the Israelis let us in with our ambulance, we found about 10
corpses from different areas, scattered. As you approached a body, of course
there is the odor, and there are worms. Hold it like this, and flesh comes
off. Lift an arm and it pulls right off. We didn't know what to do. There
was nothing we could do. We had to stop. It would have been easier just to
bury them. But we figured families would want the bodies. Bulldozers
eventually loaded the bodies in trucks. We couldn't pick up these bodies on
our own. Most were executions, like an old lady at her front door. There was
a young man, another man, and a little kid. The scenes, to be honest, were
very ugly."
The Rjeila family, including 16-year-old Ghadeer, who was physically
disabled, attempts to escape the shelling. As a brother frantically pushes
Ghadeer in her wheelchair (the scene, like several others in the film, is
reconstructed through animation), the Israelis open fire. The brother is
wounded. Ghadeer is killed.
The camera pans slowly through demolished houses containing blackened human
remains. Walls and floors are smeared with blood.
Ahmed Awwad, a Palestinian Red Crescent volunteer, describes what happened
after he and other volunteers finally receive permission from Israeli forces
to retrieve bodies from Khuza'a. They find a man tied to a tree and shot in
both legs. One of the volunteers, Mohammed al-Abadla, gets out of a vehicle
and approaches the tree. When he switches on his flashlight, which the
Israelis had instructed him to do, he is shot in heart and killed.
"For 51 days, Israel bombarded Gaza with the full might of its artillery,"
Blumenthal says. "According to the Israeli military's estimates, 23,410
artillery shells and 2.9 million bullets were fired into Gaza during the
war."
That's one and a half bullets for every man, woman and child in the Gaza
Strip.
There is footage of Israeli soldiers in an artillery unit writing messages,
including "Happy Birthday to Me," on shells being lobbed into Gaza. The
soldiers laugh and eat sushi as they pound Palestinian neighborhoods with
explosives.
Rafah is a city in Gaza on the border of Egypt. The film makes it clear that
Egypt, through its sealing of Gaza's southern border, is complicit in the
blockade. Rafah was one of the first cities targeted by the Israelis. When
Israeli troops took over buildings, they also kidnapped Palestinians and
used them as human shields there and elsewhere, forcing them to stand at
windows as the soldiers fired from behind.
"They blindfolded and handcuffed me and took me inside," Mahmoud Abu Said
says in the film. "They told me to come with them and put a M16 to my back.
There were maybe six of them. They dropped their equipment and began
searching. They started hitting me against the wall. And then sicced their
dogs on me while I was handcuffed."
"They put me here," he says, standing in front of a window, "and stood
behind me. Israeli soldiers placed me here while they stood behind me
shooting. They took me to that window and that window too. Then they hit me
against the wall and pushed me down. They put a mattress here," he says,
showing holes punched through the wall at floor level, "and sat down to
shoot through these holes."
"You see that car?" asks Suleiman Zghreibv, referring to a hunk of twisted
metal that lies next to the ruins of his house. "He drove it," he says of
his 22-year-old son, who was executed by the Israelis. "This is the car we
used to make our living. It wasn't for personal use. It was a taxi. I can'
t describe the suffering. What can I say? Words can't express the pain. We
have suffered and resisted for so long. We've been suffering our whole
lives. We've suffered for the past 60 years because of Israel. War after
war after war. Bombing after bombing after bombing. You build a house. They
destroy it. You raise a child. They kill him. Whatever they do-the United
States, Israel, the whole world, we'll keep resisting until the last one of
us dies."
Israel intentionally targeted power plants, schools, medical clinics,
apartment complexes, whole villages. Robert Piper, the United Nations
Coordinator for Humanitarian Aid and Development Activities, said in 2017
that Gaza had "a long time ago" passed the "unlivability threshold."
Youth unemployment is at 60 percent. Suicide is epidemic. Traditional social
structures and mores are fracturing, with divorce rising from 2 percent to
40 percent and girls and women increasingly being prostituted, something
once seen only rarely in Gaza. Seventy percent of the 2 million Gazans
survive on humanitarian aid packages of sugar, rice, milk and cooking oil.
The U.N. estimates that 97 percent of Gaza's water is contaminated.
Israel's destruction of Gaza's sewage treatment plant means raw sewage is
pumped into the sea, contaminating the beach, one of the very few respites
for a trapped population. The Israelis did not even spare Gaza's little
zoo, slaughtering some 45 animals in the 2014 assault.
"I liked the monkeys best," says a forlorn Ali Qasem, who worked at the
zoo. "We laughed with them the most. We would laugh and play with them.
They would take food right from your hand. They'd respond the most. There
is a heavy feeling of sorrow. I used to spend 18 hours a day here. I was
here all the time. I'd go home for five or six hours, then come back. I
worked here as a volunteer. A few volunteers built this place little by
little. We were excited to finish and invite visitors for free. To me, it
was like humans were killed. It's not OK because they were animals. It's
as if they were human beings, people we know. We used to bring them food
from our homes."
The film shows Palestinians, who have received little reconstruction aid
despite pledges by international donors, camping out amid the ruins of
homes, gathered around small fires for heat and light. Moeen Abu Kheysi, 54,
gives a tour of the smashed house he had spent his life constructing for his
family. He stops when he comes upon his 3-month-old grandson, Wadie. His
face lights up in delight.
"Months passed and the cold rains of winter gave way to baking heat of
spring," Blumenthal says. "In Shuja'iyya, the Abu Kheysi family was still
living in remnants of their home, but without their newest member. Born
during the war, little Wadie did not make it through the harsh winter."
"He was born during the war and he died during the war, well after the
war," a female member of the family explains. "He lived in a room without
a wall. We covered the wall with tin sheets. We moved, but then we got
kicked out. We couldn't make rent. [We] had to come back, cover the wall
and live here. Then the baby froze to death. It was very cold."
"One day it suddenly became very cold," Wadie's mother says. "Wadie woke
up at 9 in the morning. I started playing with him, gave him a bottle.
Suddenly, he was shivering from the cold. I tried to warm him up but it
wasn't working."
She begins to weep.
"There wasn't even time to get to the hospital," she says. "He stopped
breathing before they left the house. His heart stopped beating instantly.
His father started running in the street with him. He fainted when they
yelled, "The baby is dead!" The baby's uncle took over and carried him.
He looked everywhere for a taxi but couldn't find one. We couldn't give
him first aid ourselves. They finally found a car. They did all they could
at the hospital, but he never woke up. He was dead. What can I say? We
remember him all the time. I can't get him off my mind. It's as if I lost
a piece of my heart. His sisters want to sleep in his cradle and wear his
clothes. This one always asks to wear her brother's clothes. We can't
forget him."
"Grandpa!" Wadie's small sister cries out. "Mama is crying again."
Chris Hedges
Chris Hedges is a Pulitzer Prize-winning journalist
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