When i entered the court house they made me remove everything from my pockets and walk through a metal detector and then the wand and then my possessions were returned.
No cell phones but for the accredited media electronical devices were ok.
This was an impediment on my freedom of movement and as a potential council person said every time you went through you felt violated or at the very least helpless.
It was a dehumanizing experience as most attempts at coercion and force are.
I was seen as a threat to the court house and our room had the most security.
In Palestine where the guards are not polite checkpoints are a daily reminder.
I shall no know hatred is a testament to the potential of mankind while the military is a continuous reminder of the worse.
Here the Occupy is symbolic while elsewhere it is not.
For the most part we are not seen as the enemy but just as wayward family members to be looked on with curiosity and pity not fear.
For the occupation to end in Palestine the people would have no bounds to their joy…and of course life must go on.
In internetized countries we are under constant surveillance, there is no where to hide and even going underground is not the viable alternative it once was. I have very little experience not having a bank account and am enmeshed in the system for my very survival.
Capitalism has infantilized me and made me dependent.
At this stage it would be a stretch to live off the land or even by my wits.
As an extra measure instead of talking to people i type on a computer screen further atomizing my discontent and looking to subjective cures (personal growth and development, pharmacology, etc.) for relief…
The most damaged believe it is really all about them.
Surely there is no intellectual hope as empire continues to build up military presence in the middle east to ensure a steady fuel for an imperial agenda.
With nothing left to conquer
Iran will fall…time time time
To exist is to resist and
the laughter of children
is always my revenge.
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