Dedicated to the 600,000 Palestinian men, women, and children who lived in Lebanon from 1948-1983.
I didnât know and nobody told me and what
could I do or say, anyway?
They said you shot the London Ambassador
and when that wasnât true
they said so
what
They said you shelled their northern villages
and when U.N. forces reported that was not true
because your side of the cease-fire was holding
since more than a year before
they said so
what
They said they wanted simply to carve
a 25 mile buffer zone and then
they ravaged your
water supplies your electricity your
hospitals your schools your highways and byways all
the way north to Beirut because they said this
was their quest for peace
They blew up your homes and demolished the grocery
stores and blocked the Red Cross and took away doctors
to jail and they cluster-bombed girls and boys
whose bodies
swelled purple and black into twice the original size
and tore the buttocks from a four month old baby
and then
they said this was brilliant
military accomplishment and this was done
they said in the name of self-defense they said
that is the noblest concept
of mankind isnât that obvious?
They said something about never again and then
they made close to one million human beings homeless
in less than three weeks and they killed or maimed
40,000 of your men and your women and your children
But I didnât know and nobody told me and what
could I do or say, anyway?
They said they were victims. They said you were
Arabs.
They called your apartments and gardens guerrilla
strongholds.
They called the screaming devastation
that they created the rubble.
Then they told you to leave, didnât they?
Didnât you read the leaflets that they dropped
from their hotshot fighter jets?
They told you to go.
One hundred and thirty-five thousand
Palestinians in Beirut and why
didnât you take the hint?
Go!
There was the Mediterranean: You
could walk into the water and stay
there.
What was the problem?
I didnât know and nobody told me and what
could I do or say, anyway?
Yes, I did know it was the money I earned as a poet that
paid
for the bombs and the planes and the tanks
that they used to massacre your family
But I am not an evil person
The people of my country aren’t so bad
You can expect but so much
from those of us who have to pay taxes and watch
American TV
You see my point;
Iâm sorry.
I really am sorry.
Given everything that’s going on in the world right now and the start of a new year and decade, a time that we focus intentionally on new beginnings and the hope of a brighter/better world, a time we strive and try to create better lives for ourselves, but given what’s happening– what is reality, my mind immediately recalls June Jordan’s poem Apologies to All the People in Lebanon (above). I often return to this particular poem because it conveys a sense of helplessness to the immensity of the problems going on in the world, care and love for others specifically when those problems are sourced by one’s own government, and anger towards the government, peers, and news sources that perpetrate and promote propaganda. In times like this itâs easy to be afraid of an impending war, but US wars donât affect US residents they same way or nearly as bad as the way they affect the residents of the countries the US attacks.This doesnât mean that we can or should relax or breathe a sigh of relief because the USâs wars affect our friends, family members, and peers especially those that look like a perceived idea of what the USâs enemy looks like; and the goes for wars abroad and those here on the continent.
The hopelessness that Iâm currently feeling is rooted in more than just war and the violence imposed on BIPOC communities, itâs also coming from the climate crisis rooted in continuous intentional environmental racism and greed. The world is quite literally on fire (see: the Amazon and Australia) while others are drowning (Indonesia and Oceania) or sinking (Venice). Waterways are polluted in communities beyond Flint (see Baltimore, Philadelphia, and countless small towns) while available water sources are constantly privatized for commercial gain. Air quality across the globe continues to choke out communities in India, China, and Australia. I truly believe that individuals can make a difference (especially in consumerist focused societies like the US, where waste is excessive) but we also need to work together. The climate isnât going to stop changing because you or I stop eating meat or avocados or stop using plastic straws. That doesnât mean we shouldnât stop doing those things especially if weâre completely able to do so. Individuals also need to hold companies, elected officials, and our peers accountable, like actually hold them accountable. Iâm not gonna lie, I also need to be 100% better at this, there is always room for improvement. I try to lead by example and be as honest and open as possible, which is part of the reason that I revived this site for the upteenth time.
SoâŚ. each year I actually do make New Year resolutions, but for the past 5-7 years they essentially havenât changed much. Some of them are health related, because I had a number of health issues as a child and some diseases can be mitigated and managed with an intentional diet; some are faith related; and some are more political, like being more sustainable and politically engaged and active. In reality these are all related. Theyâre not really cut and dry resolutions and Iâve kept them the same because changing behavior and creating habits takes time and intentionality.
Over time I will return to this post, poem, and the thoughts and feelings expressed here, but for now Iâm going to pause.
