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The Children of the Silent Door
I. Ma’alot, 1974
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Yishai did not hear the knock.
He saw his father hear it.
That was how sound came to him: not as sound, but as changes in faces. His father’s head lifted. His mother stopped with one hand on the chair. Miriam looked toward the door. Eliahu froze in the middle of the room, one bare foot raised, as if the floor itself had spoken.
The door became the center of the world.
Yishai sat in a square of morning light, holding the wooden block he had been turning over and over in his hands. The block was smooth on one side and rough on another. He liked this. The world was made of differences he could feel.
His mother’s dress moved past him.
Blue cloth. Warm smell. Bread. Soap. Her.
She was heavy with the child inside her, one hand often resting on the roundness beneath her dress. Yishai liked to press his cheek there. Sometimes he felt movement. A secret tide. A little swimmer in the dark.
His father opened the door.
There were men outside.
Their mouths moved.
Yishai watched mouths the way other children watched birds. Mouths opened. Mouths closed. Mouths made shapes. Sometimes faces smiled afterward. Sometimes faces tightened. Sometimes hands reached for him. Sometimes doors opened.
The men’s mouths moved in the doorway.
His father’s shoulders lowered.
Perhaps the words were safe words.
Police. Searching. Terrorists.
Grown-up words. Door-opening words. Words with uniforms hidden inside them.
Then the men entered.
The room broke without sound.
One arm rose.
Light flashed.
His father folded.
Yishai blinked.
His mother’s mouth opened wider than he had ever seen it open. No sound came. No sound ever came. But her eyes changed so suddenly that Yishai knew something had entered the house that was older than language.
Eliahu fell.
Miriam disappeared behind the table.
A cup rolled across the floor, turning its white mouth over and over in the light.
His mother moved toward him, toward Miriam, toward the child inside her, toward everything at once.
Then she stopped.
Her body jerked.
Her hand brushed Yishai’s shoulder.
Then she was on the floor beside him.
He crawled to her because she was his country. He crawled to her because every road he knew led to her hands.
But her hands did not rise.
Around him the silent house filled with thunder he would never hear.
II. Galilee, 1948
Samira did not hear the shouting.
She saw the village hear it.
That was how danger came: first into the eyes of others. Her grandmother’s hand tightened around the bread. Her brother turned toward the road. Her mother lifted the baby from the mat so quickly that the baby’s head fell back like a flower on a broken stem.
Outside, people were running.
Samira stood in the doorway and watched dust rise at the edge of the village.
Dust meant goats. Dust meant carts. Dust meant boys playing chase. Dust meant weddings sometimes, when many feet came dancing up the road.
But this dust was different.
It came with mouths opened wide.
Men pointed. Women gathered children. Someone dropped a basket of figs, and the figs rolled into the dirt, splitting their purple skins.
Samira did not know the word catastrophe.
She knew her mother’s hands.
Her mother’s hands tied cloth. Her mother’s hands pushed bread into a sack. Her mother’s hands pressed Samira’s shoulders and turned her away from the doorway.
Go.
That was what the hands said.
Not in a word. In force. In trembling. In the way fingers became birds against her back.
Samira looked for her doll, the one made from rags and two black beads. It lay beside the sleeping mat. She bent to get it, but her mother pulled her upright.
No.
The doll remained on the floor, face turned toward the ceiling, as if waiting for the roof to explain.
Outside, her father stood with other men. Their mouths moved quickly. Their hands argued in the air.
Samira watched them and thought: adults are always making weather with their mouths.
Then came the flash from the road.
Not sound.
Light.
A white tear in the morning.
A man near the well fell backward. The bucket rope slid through his hand. Water spilled into the dust and vanished.
Her mother seized her.
The baby was tied to her mother’s chest. Her brother carried the sack. Her grandmother held the key.
The key was large and black and old. It had opened the same door for many years. Samira had watched it turn in the lock every morning and every evening. The key was a little iron animal. It belonged to the house the way bones belonged to the body.
Her grandmother held it even as they left.
The village moved toward the fields.
Samira turned once.
Her house was still there.
The fig tree was still there.
The doorway was still open.
Her doll was still inside.
She wanted to go back and close the door.
But her mother’s hand kept pushing.
Go.
Behind them, mouths opened. Arms waved. Dust rose. Light flashed.
The world was ending in a language Samira could not hear.
III. Ma’alot
Yishai learned the world from what remained.
A chair on its side.
A cup near the table.
A darkening place on the floor.
His mother’s sleeve beneath his cheek.
He did not know that the men had gone on. He did not know that they had entered a school. He did not know that other children, older children, children who could hear every command and cry and burst of gunfire, were now gathered beneath the same terrible sky.
He knew only the house.
And the house had become strange.
Before, everything in it had a place. The table stood. The chairs stood. The door closed and opened. His father came and went through it. His mother moved from room to room like the soul of the house itself. Eliahu ran. Miriam reached. The child inside his mother pushed against the hidden wall of her body.
Now everything was misplaced.
His father lay where fathers did not lie.
Eliahu lay where brothers did not sleep.
Miriam was small behind the table, her eyes enormous, her body twisted around pain.
His mother lay beside him, and no matter how he pressed his face into her, no matter how his fingers pulled at her sleeve, she did not gather him back into the world.
Yishai touched her hand.
It was still his mother’s hand. It had not forgotten its shape. It had not become someone else’s hand. But something had left it.
He placed his small palm in hers.
Nothing closed around him.
Outside, people were running.
He could see them through the open door, crossing and recrossing the slice of morning that had once been ordinary. Their mouths were open. Their arms were lifted. A woman’s scarf flashed red. A man bent low and vanished from view. Another man appeared with something dark in his hands.
Yishai did not understand urgency.
He understood absence.
His mother’s hand did not answer.
That was the first language of the massacre.
Not blood.
Not smoke.
Not the mouths of men.
The unanswered hand.
He sat beside her until another pair of hands came.
They were not his mother’s hands. They were rougher, hurried, trembling. They lifted him from the floor. He twisted back toward her. He reached.
The hands held him tighter.
A face leaned close to his. A stranger’s face. Wet eyes. A mouth opening and closing.
Yishai looked past the mouth.
He wanted the floor.
He wanted the sleeve.
He wanted the hand that had known him before the world broke.
But he was carried out through the silent door.
Behind him, the house remained open.
Behind him, the dead kept their places.
Behind him, thunder continued without sound.
IV. Galilee
Samira learned exile from the soles of her feet.
At first she thought they would return before nightfall.
Her grandmother had taken the key, after all.
The key meant return. The key meant the door still belonged to them. The key meant the house was waiting, offended perhaps, but waiting. Samira imagined her doll lying beside the mat, patient and solemn, guarding the room until she came back.
They walked through fields she knew and then through fields she did not know. The familiar stones ended. The familiar trees ended. Even the dust seemed different once they passed beyond the place where the village could still be seen.
Her mother kept turning back.
Each time she turned, Samira turned too.
At first, the village was a whole thing: roofs, trees, walls, the shape of home.
Then it became pieces.
Then it became a pale unevenness in the distance.
Then it became smoke.
Samira did not hear the cries behind them. She did not hear the arguing of men or the prayers of women. She did not hear the names shouted into the fields as families searched for those who had scattered.
But she saw the mouths.
All day, mouths opened around her.
Mouths asking.
Mouths accusing.
Mouths begging God.
Mouths forming names.
Mouths forming curses.
Mouths forming promises that no road could keep.
Her grandmother’s mouth moved most of all. Sometimes she touched the key hanging from her neck. Sometimes she lifted it and kissed it. Sometimes she held it in her fist so tightly that the iron left a mark in her palm.
Samira watched the mark darken.
She wondered whether the house could feel the key missing.
Toward evening, they stopped among other families beneath a line of trees. Children slept against bundles. Old men stared at nothing. Someone shared water. Someone else spread a cloth on the ground and placed bread upon it as carefully as if the earth had become a table.
Samira’s mother sat and pulled her close.
The baby slept against her mother’s chest.
Her brother looked older than he had that morning.
Her grandmother stared in the direction from which they had come.
Samira wanted to ask when they would return. But her own mouth had never been useful for asking. Her hands could ask small questions. Her eyes could ask the large ones.
She touched her grandmother’s key.
Her grandmother looked at her.
For a long time, neither moved.
Then the old woman took Samira’s hand and closed it around the key.
The iron was warm from her body.
Her grandmother pointed behind them.
Home.
Then she pointed ahead.
Go.
Samira shook her head.
The old woman’s eyes filled, but no tears fell. She touched Samira’s mouth. Then her own ear. Then the road.
There were things Samira could not hear.
There were things no one wanted to hear.
That night, under trees that did not belong to them, Samira dreamed of her doll rising from the mat and closing the door by herself.
V. The Boy Who Survived
Years later, Yishai remembered in pieces.
Not as a story. Never as a story.
Others made stories.
They knew dates. They knew names. They knew the number of the dead. They knew the names of the groups, the demands, the failures, the rescue attempt, the arguments that followed, the speeches, the ceremonies, the photographs, the memorials, the anniversaries.
They knew what to call it.
Massacre.
Terror.
Tragedy.
National wound.
They had words enough to build walls.
Yishai had images.
A cup rolling.
His father’s knees bending strangely.
His mother’s hand open.
Miriam’s eyes behind the table.
The doorway widened by men who had entered through a lie.
The flash.
Always the flash.
Not the report.
Not the crack.
Not the thunder.
Only the light.
People sometimes spoke about silence as if it were peaceful. They had never been inside his silence. His silence was crowded. It was full of faces turned toward sounds he could not hear. Full of mouths moving too late. Full of bodies struck down by things that arrived without warning.
As he grew, people looked at him with pity and tenderness and sometimes with a strange reverence, as though survival had made him a kind of holy object.
The unhurt child.
The deaf child.
The child spared.
But he did not feel spared.
He felt carried.
Carried out of the house.
Carried through years.
Carried by hands that were not the hands he wanted.
At memorials, he saw flags.
At memorials, he saw soldiers.
At memorials, he saw officials stand before microphones. Their mouths opened and closed. Translators shaped some of the words for him. Interpreters moved their hands. There were always words.
Security.
Memory.
Justice.
Never again.
Enemy.
Homeland.
Sacrifice.
He watched these words pass from mouth to hand to page, and he wondered how many words a people could speak before it heard the child on the floor.
Sometimes he looked at the faces around him and saw that they were listening only to their own dead.
He understood this.
He too listened only to his own dead.
But he wondered whether this was how the world remained broken: each people holding its murdered children like a shell against the ear, hearing only the sea of its own grief.
VI. The Girl Who Carried the Key
Years later, Samira remembered in textures.
The wool of the bundle against her cheek.
The iron key in her palm.
The dry skin of her grandmother’s fingers.
The cracked earth beneath her feet.
The first night under trees that did not know her name.
Others made histories.
They knew maps. They knew armies. They knew resolutions, borders, expulsions, battles, villages emptied, villages destroyed, villages renamed, villages remembered only by those who carried their names in the mouth like seeds.
They knew what to call it.
Nakba.
Catastrophe.
Dispossession.
Return.
Exile.
Homeland.
Loss.
They had words enough to keep wounds alive.
Samira had images.
Figs split in the dust.
A bucket rope sliding through a dead man’s hand.
Her mother pushing her forward.
Her doll left staring at the ceiling.
Her grandmother carrying the key.
The house becoming smaller behind them until it became smoke.
She grew in rooms that were not home. Then in tents. Then in crowded places where everyone had a village folded inside them. Some villages were spoken of daily, as if they were only just beyond the hill. Some villages became chants. Some became lullabies. Some became arguments. Some became photographs of elders holding keys.
The key remained.
When her grandmother died, the key passed to Samira’s mother.
When her mother died, it passed to Samira.
By then, the key opened nothing.
That was what people said.
But they were wrong.
It opened grief.
It opened memory.
It opened the room where a rag doll still waited beside a sleeping mat, because the child who had left it there had never quite grown old enough to abandon it.
At gatherings, men spoke loudly. Women spoke fiercely. Young people spoke with fire. Translators moved their hands for Samira, but she often looked away. She knew the words already.
Occupation.
Resistance.
Martyr.
Right.
Return.
Enemy.
Justice.
She did not reject them. Some were true. Some were necessary. Some were the last shelter left to a people whose houses had been taken.
But she wondered how often true words became stones.
She wondered how often stones became walls.
She wondered how often walls became graves.
Sometimes she looked at the faces around her and saw that they were listening only to their own dead.
She understood this.
She too listened only to her own dead.
But she wondered whether this was how the world remained broken: each people holding its stolen house like a shell against the ear, hearing only the sea of its own grief.
VII. The Language of the Wounded
Yishai learned signs.
Samira learned signs.
Their hands became voices.
But neither could sign to the other.
Not because their hands were incapable.
Not because their grief had no grammar.
But because history had placed them on opposite shores of the same silence.
Between them stood fathers and mothers, fighters and soldiers, refugees and mourners, graves and keys, schools and villages, doors opened by deception and doors locked against return.
Between them stood the dead.
And the dead were not neutral.
No dead child is neutral.
Each side lifted its own children before the world and said:
Look.
Each side turned away when the other lifted theirs.
Look at what was done to us.
No, look at what was done to us.
Listen to our dead.
No, listen to ours.
And so the land filled with mouths.
Mouths in parliaments.
Mouths in refugee camps.
Mouths in military briefings.
Mouths in classrooms.
Mouths in mourning tents.
Mouths in ceremonies.
Mouths on television.
Mouths at checkpoints.
Mouths at graves.
Mouths saying peace.
Mouths saying security.
Mouths saying resistance.
Mouths saying terror.
Mouths saying never again.
Mouths saying return.
Mouths saying this land is ours.
Mouths saying this land was ours.
Mouths saying God.
Mouths saying blood.
Mouths saying history.
Mouths saying enough.
But the mouths did not become ears.
And the ears did not become mercy.
Yishai grew older.
Samira grew older.
They did not meet.
He did not see the key she kept wrapped in cloth.
She did not see the empty space where his mother’s hand should have closed around his.
He did not know the name of her village.
She did not know the name of his brother.
He did not know about the doll.
She did not know about the cup.
They remained strangers.
Not enemies exactly.
Something sadder.
Unheard witnesses in a world addicted to speech.
VIII. The House Without Thunder
In the end, there was no meeting.
No conference room.
No reconciliation circle.
No table where the two old survivors sat across from each other and drew doors with trembling hands.
No translator leaning in.
No miraculous recognition.
No exchanged key.
No shared photograph.
No softening music.
No final embrace to make the reader feel forgiven.
There was only the land.
The land held everything.
The house in Ma’alot.
The emptied village in Galilee.
The school.
The road.
The door.
The key.
The cup.
The doll.
The mother’s hand.
The child who could not hear the knock.
The child who could not hear the shouting.
The children who heard everything and died anyway.
The adults who heard everything and understood nothing.
Silence did not mean absence.
Silence was full.
Full of unborn children.
Full of unreturned refugees.
Full of murdered families.
Full of frightened soldiers.
Full of boys taught to become weapons.
Full of girls taught to become memory.
Full of prayers spoken toward the same heaven.
Full of graves facing the same sun.
And over all of it, the mouths continued.
The mouths accused.
The mouths defended.
The mouths mourned.
The mouths justified.
The mouths promised peace while sharpening knives.
The mouths said dialogue.
The mouths said useless.
The mouths said listen.
The mouths said never.
The mouths said child.
The mouths said enemy.
The mouths said ours.
The mouths said theirs.
But somewhere beneath the speeches, beneath the slogans, beneath the ceremonies of grief and the machinery of revenge, two children remained seated in the first rooms of catastrophe.
Yishai on the floor beside his mother.
Samira on the road with the key in her hand.
Neither heard the gunfire.
Neither heard the orders.
Neither heard the great words by which adults made the world burn.
They saw only what the words did.
Perhaps they were called deaf because they could not hear the violence.
Perhaps they were called mute because they could not answer it.
But the land knew better.
The land had listened to everyone.
The land had heard every speech, every oath, every anthem, every command, every prayer, every curse, every justification.
And after all that hearing, the land asked its final question without a sound:
Who, then, is deaf?
Who, then, is mute?
The children?
Or the peoples who, wounded past bearing, taught themselves not to hear?
The children?
Or the nations who, terrified of each other’s grief, chose not to speak except through walls, raids, rockets, checkpoints, funerals, flags?
The children?
Or the two sides standing forever at the silent door, each knocking, each refusing to open, each unable to hear the child crying on the other side?
No answer came.
Only the cup, turning once more in the light.
Only the key, warm in a closed hand.
Only the door.
Only the silence. -
Millennial mother updates tough-love Boomer parenting lines to make her daughter feel loved
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What does community unity, solidarity, and resilience look like? The 𝙐𝙣𝘽𝙧𝙤𝙠𝙚𝙣 Learning Guide explores how storytelling serve as a tool for healing communities, families, and individuals affected by trauma. 🤝
Section 5 Echoes and Restorations – Healing Trauma Across Generations explores the concept of intergenerational trauma and highlights how storytelling can become a pathway to restoration. Students reflect on how communities can build unity to find healing through truth-telling, solidarity, and shared memory. 💞
We warmly recommend this lesson for supporting communities and healing trauma through storytelling. We hope you will share it widely.
#HolocaustEducation #Education #Trauma #PTSD #IntergenerationalTrauma #MentalHealth #MentalWellness #Healing #CommunityBuilding #CommunityHealing #Storytelling #Resilience #Solidarity
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What does community unity, solidarity, and resilience look like? The 𝙐𝙣𝘽𝙧𝙤𝙠𝙚𝙣 Learning Guide explores how storytelling serve as a tool for healing communities, families, and individuals affected by trauma. 🤝
Section 5 Echoes and Restorations – Healing Trauma Across Generations explores the concept of intergenerational trauma and highlights how storytelling can become a pathway to restoration. Students reflect on how communities can build unity to find healing through truth-telling, solidarity, and shared memory. 💞
We warmly recommend this lesson for supporting communities and healing trauma through storytelling. We hope you will share it widely.
#HolocaustEducation #Education #Trauma #PTSD #IntergenerationalTrauma #MentalHealth #MentalWellness #Healing #CommunityBuilding #CommunityHealing #Storytelling #Resilience #Solidarity
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What does community unity, solidarity, and resilience look like? The 𝙐𝙣𝘽𝙧𝙤𝙠𝙚𝙣 Learning Guide explores how storytelling serve as a tool for healing communities, families, and individuals affected by trauma. 🤝
Section 5 Echoes and Restorations – Healing Trauma Across Generations explores the concept of intergenerational trauma and highlights how storytelling can become a pathway to restoration. Students reflect on how communities can build unity to find healing through truth-telling, solidarity, and shared memory. 💞
We warmly recommend this lesson for supporting communities and healing trauma through storytelling. We hope you will share it widely.
#HolocaustEducation #Education #Trauma #PTSD #IntergenerationalTrauma #MentalHealth #MentalWellness #Healing #CommunityBuilding #CommunityHealing #Storytelling #Resilience #Solidarity
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What does community unity, solidarity, and resilience look like? The 𝙐𝙣𝘽𝙧𝙤𝙠𝙚𝙣 Learning Guide explores how storytelling serve as a tool for healing communities, families, and individuals affected by trauma. 🤝
Section 5 Echoes and Restorations – Healing Trauma Across Generations explores the concept of intergenerational trauma and highlights how storytelling can become a pathway to restoration. Students reflect on how communities can build unity to find healing through truth-telling, solidarity, and shared memory. 💞
We warmly recommend this lesson for supporting communities and healing trauma through storytelling. We hope you will share it widely.
#HolocaustEducation #Education #Trauma #PTSD #IntergenerationalTrauma #MentalHealth #MentalWellness #Healing #CommunityBuilding #CommunityHealing #Storytelling #Resilience #Solidarity
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What does community unity, solidarity, and resilience look like? The 𝙐𝙣𝘽𝙧𝙤𝙠𝙚𝙣 Learning Guide explores how storytelling serve as a tool for healing communities, families, and individuals affected by trauma. 🤝
Section 5 Echoes and Restorations – Healing Trauma Across Generations explores the concept of intergenerational trauma and highlights how storytelling can become a pathway to restoration. Students reflect on how communities can build unity to find healing through truth-telling, solidarity, and shared memory. 💞
We warmly recommend this lesson for supporting communities and healing trauma through storytelling. We hope you will share it widely.
#HolocaustEducation #Education #Trauma #PTSD #IntergenerationalTrauma #MentalHealth #MentalWellness #Healing #CommunityBuilding #CommunityHealing #Storytelling #Resilience #Solidarity
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“ Feeding Ghosts #TessaHull won the 2025 #Pulitzer Prize, the second #graphicnovel in history to take the honour (the first was #Maus, another memoir of #intergenerationaltrauma, horrific war, and the American #immigrant experience). “
Feeding Ghosts Review Jul 2 2025
https://pluralistic.net/2025/07/02/filial-piety/ -
Mama, They Got Me Too: My Family Has Survived Incarceration Over Generations
The system has a way of reaching through generations, branding us as criminals when all we’re trying to do is survive. -
Mama, They Got Me Too: My Family Has Survived Incarceration Over Generations
The system has a way of reaching through generations, branding us as criminals when all we’re trying to do is survive. -
Mama, They Got Me Too: My Family Has Survived Incarceration Over Generations
The system has a way of reaching through generations, branding us as criminals when all we’re trying to do is survive. -
Mama, They Got Me Too: My Family Has Survived Incarceration Over Generations
The system has a way of reaching through generations, branding us as criminals when all we’re trying to do is survive. -
The Healing Power of Storytelling: Imagination as Medicine
#Storytelling #Healing #NarrativePsychiatry #CommunityHealing #ImaginationAsMedicine #IntergenerationalTrauma #SocialNeuroscience #MentalHealthMatters #EmotionalWellbeing #CollectiveWisdom #HealingCircles #MindBodyConnection #CreativeHealing #Neuroscience #WellnessJourney
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The Healing Power of Storytelling: Imagination as Medicine
#Storytelling #Healing #NarrativePsychiatry #CommunityHealing #ImaginationAsMedicine #IntergenerationalTrauma #SocialNeuroscience #MentalHealthMatters #EmotionalWellbeing #CollectiveWisdom #HealingCircles #MindBodyConnection #CreativeHealing #Neuroscience #WellnessJourney
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The Healing Power of Storytelling: Imagination as Medicine
#Storytelling #Healing #NarrativePsychiatry #CommunityHealing #ImaginationAsMedicine #IntergenerationalTrauma #SocialNeuroscience #MentalHealthMatters #EmotionalWellbeing #CollectiveWisdom #HealingCircles #MindBodyConnection #CreativeHealing #Neuroscience #WellnessJourney
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The Healing Power of Storytelling: Imagination as Medicine
#Storytelling #Healing #NarrativePsychiatry #CommunityHealing #ImaginationAsMedicine #IntergenerationalTrauma #SocialNeuroscience #MentalHealthMatters #EmotionalWellbeing #CollectiveWisdom #HealingCircles #MindBodyConnection #CreativeHealing #Neuroscience #WellnessJourney
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The Healing Power of Storytelling: Imagination as Medicine
#Storytelling #Healing #NarrativePsychiatry #CommunityHealing #ImaginationAsMedicine #IntergenerationalTrauma #SocialNeuroscience #MentalHealthMatters #EmotionalWellbeing #CollectiveWisdom #HealingCircles #MindBodyConnection #CreativeHealing #Neuroscience #WellnessJourney
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‘Where The Love Light Gleams (Or: Christmas as Ritualized Trauma)’
'I'll Be Home for Christmas' and similar ballads share a common origin that explains why they're so good at helping us exorcise personal and cultural grief at the holidays.#christmas #christmasmusic #music #christmas2024 #grief #wwiihistory #history #musichistory #intergenerationaltrauma
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The impact of chronic stress caused by endometriosis. Living in survival mode because of financial precarity= chronic stress
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#NativeWithEndometriosis #IntergenerationalTrauma #BiologicalWarfare
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#Navy apologizes 142 years after shelling and burning an #Alaska #Native village to oblivion
"'The Navy recognizes the pain and suffering inflicted upon the #Tlingit people,' said the commander of the Navy’s northwest region."
AP, October 28, 2024
"Shells fell on the Alaska Native village as winter approached, and then sailors landed and burned what was left of homes, food caches and canoes. Conditions grew so dire in the following months that elders sacrificed their own lives to spare food for surviving children.
"It was Oct. 26, 1882, in Angoon, a Tlingit village of about 420 people in the southeastern Alaska panhandle. Now, 142 years later, the perpetrator of the bombardment — the #USNavy —has apologized.
"Rear Adm. Mark Sucato, the commander of the Navy’s northwest region, issued the apology during an at-times emotional ceremony Saturday, the anniversary of the atrocity.
"'The Navy recognizes the pain and suffering inflicted upon the#TlingitPeople, and we acknowledge these wrongful actions resulted in the loss of life, the loss of resources, the loss of culture, and created and inflicted #IntergenerationalTrauma on these clans,' he said during the ceremony, which was livestreamed from Angoon. 'The Navy takes the significance of this action very, very seriously and knows an apology is long overdue.'
"While the rebuilt Angoon received $90,000 in a settlement with the Department of Interior in 1973, village leaders have for decades sought an apology as well, beginning each yearly remembrance by asking three times, 'Is there anyone here from the Navy to apologize?'
"'You can imagine the generations of people that have died since 1882 that have wondered what had happened, why it happened, and wanted an apology of some sort, because in our minds, we didn’t do anything wrong,' said Daniel Johnson Jr., a tribal head in #Angoon.
"The attack was one of a series of conflicts between the American military and Alaska Natives in the years after the U.S. bought the territory from Russia in 1867. The U.S. Navy issued an apology last month for destroying the nearby village of Kake in 1869, and the Army has indicated that it plans to apologize for shelling Wrangell, also in southeast Alaska, that year, though no date has been set.
"The Navy acknowledges the actions it undertook or ordered in Angoon and #Kake caused deaths, a loss of resources and multigenerational trauma, Navy civilian spokesperson Julianne Leinenveber said in an email prior to the event.
"'An apology is not only warranted, but long overdue,' she said."
#TruthAndReconciliation #LandBack #Genocide #CulturalGenocide #NativeAmericanHistory #NativeAlaskans #NativeAlaskanHistory #BurnYourVillageToTheGround #200Blankets
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#Navy apologizes 142 years after shelling and burning an #Alaska #Native village to oblivion
"'The Navy recognizes the pain and suffering inflicted upon the #Tlingit people,' said the commander of the Navy’s northwest region."
AP, October 28, 2024
"Shells fell on the Alaska Native village as winter approached, and then sailors landed and burned what was left of homes, food caches and canoes. Conditions grew so dire in the following months that elders sacrificed their own lives to spare food for surviving children.
"It was Oct. 26, 1882, in Angoon, a Tlingit village of about 420 people in the southeastern Alaska panhandle. Now, 142 years later, the perpetrator of the bombardment — the #USNavy —has apologized.
"Rear Adm. Mark Sucato, the commander of the Navy’s northwest region, issued the apology during an at-times emotional ceremony Saturday, the anniversary of the atrocity.
"'The Navy recognizes the pain and suffering inflicted upon the#TlingitPeople, and we acknowledge these wrongful actions resulted in the loss of life, the loss of resources, the loss of culture, and created and inflicted #IntergenerationalTrauma on these clans,' he said during the ceremony, which was livestreamed from Angoon. 'The Navy takes the significance of this action very, very seriously and knows an apology is long overdue.'
"While the rebuilt Angoon received $90,000 in a settlement with the Department of Interior in 1973, village leaders have for decades sought an apology as well, beginning each yearly remembrance by asking three times, 'Is there anyone here from the Navy to apologize?'
"'You can imagine the generations of people that have died since 1882 that have wondered what had happened, why it happened, and wanted an apology of some sort, because in our minds, we didn’t do anything wrong,' said Daniel Johnson Jr., a tribal head in #Angoon.
"The attack was one of a series of conflicts between the American military and Alaska Natives in the years after the U.S. bought the territory from Russia in 1867. The U.S. Navy issued an apology last month for destroying the nearby village of Kake in 1869, and the Army has indicated that it plans to apologize for shelling Wrangell, also in southeast Alaska, that year, though no date has been set.
"The Navy acknowledges the actions it undertook or ordered in Angoon and #Kake caused deaths, a loss of resources and multigenerational trauma, Navy civilian spokesperson Julianne Leinenveber said in an email prior to the event.
"'An apology is not only warranted, but long overdue,' she said."
#TruthAndReconciliation #LandBack #Genocide #CulturalGenocide #NativeAmericanHistory #NativeAlaskans #NativeAlaskanHistory #BurnYourVillageToTheGround #200Blankets
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#Navy apologizes 142 years after shelling and burning an #Alaska #Native village to oblivion
"'The Navy recognizes the pain and suffering inflicted upon the #Tlingit people,' said the commander of the Navy’s northwest region."
AP, October 28, 2024
"Shells fell on the Alaska Native village as winter approached, and then sailors landed and burned what was left of homes, food caches and canoes. Conditions grew so dire in the following months that elders sacrificed their own lives to spare food for surviving children.
"It was Oct. 26, 1882, in Angoon, a Tlingit village of about 420 people in the southeastern Alaska panhandle. Now, 142 years later, the perpetrator of the bombardment — the #USNavy —has apologized.
"Rear Adm. Mark Sucato, the commander of the Navy’s northwest region, issued the apology during an at-times emotional ceremony Saturday, the anniversary of the atrocity.
"'The Navy recognizes the pain and suffering inflicted upon the#TlingitPeople, and we acknowledge these wrongful actions resulted in the loss of life, the loss of resources, the loss of culture, and created and inflicted #IntergenerationalTrauma on these clans,' he said during the ceremony, which was livestreamed from Angoon. 'The Navy takes the significance of this action very, very seriously and knows an apology is long overdue.'
"While the rebuilt Angoon received $90,000 in a settlement with the Department of Interior in 1973, village leaders have for decades sought an apology as well, beginning each yearly remembrance by asking three times, 'Is there anyone here from the Navy to apologize?'
"'You can imagine the generations of people that have died since 1882 that have wondered what had happened, why it happened, and wanted an apology of some sort, because in our minds, we didn’t do anything wrong,' said Daniel Johnson Jr., a tribal head in #Angoon.
"The attack was one of a series of conflicts between the American military and Alaska Natives in the years after the U.S. bought the territory from Russia in 1867. The U.S. Navy issued an apology last month for destroying the nearby village of Kake in 1869, and the Army has indicated that it plans to apologize for shelling Wrangell, also in southeast Alaska, that year, though no date has been set.
"The Navy acknowledges the actions it undertook or ordered in Angoon and #Kake caused deaths, a loss of resources and multigenerational trauma, Navy civilian spokesperson Julianne Leinenveber said in an email prior to the event.
"'An apology is not only warranted, but long overdue,' she said."
#TruthAndReconciliation #LandBack #Genocide #CulturalGenocide #NativeAmericanHistory #NativeAlaskans #NativeAlaskanHistory #BurnYourVillageToTheGround #200Blankets
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#Navy apologizes 142 years after shelling and burning an #Alaska #Native village to oblivion
"'The Navy recognizes the pain and suffering inflicted upon the #Tlingit people,' said the commander of the Navy’s northwest region."
AP, October 28, 2024
"Shells fell on the Alaska Native village as winter approached, and then sailors landed and burned what was left of homes, food caches and canoes. Conditions grew so dire in the following months that elders sacrificed their own lives to spare food for surviving children.
"It was Oct. 26, 1882, in Angoon, a Tlingit village of about 420 people in the southeastern Alaska panhandle. Now, 142 years later, the perpetrator of the bombardment — the #USNavy —has apologized.
"Rear Adm. Mark Sucato, the commander of the Navy’s northwest region, issued the apology during an at-times emotional ceremony Saturday, the anniversary of the atrocity.
"'The Navy recognizes the pain and suffering inflicted upon the#TlingitPeople, and we acknowledge these wrongful actions resulted in the loss of life, the loss of resources, the loss of culture, and created and inflicted #IntergenerationalTrauma on these clans,' he said during the ceremony, which was livestreamed from Angoon. 'The Navy takes the significance of this action very, very seriously and knows an apology is long overdue.'
"While the rebuilt Angoon received $90,000 in a settlement with the Department of Interior in 1973, village leaders have for decades sought an apology as well, beginning each yearly remembrance by asking three times, 'Is there anyone here from the Navy to apologize?'
"'You can imagine the generations of people that have died since 1882 that have wondered what had happened, why it happened, and wanted an apology of some sort, because in our minds, we didn’t do anything wrong,' said Daniel Johnson Jr., a tribal head in #Angoon.
"The attack was one of a series of conflicts between the American military and Alaska Natives in the years after the U.S. bought the territory from Russia in 1867. The U.S. Navy issued an apology last month for destroying the nearby village of Kake in 1869, and the Army has indicated that it plans to apologize for shelling Wrangell, also in southeast Alaska, that year, though no date has been set.
"The Navy acknowledges the actions it undertook or ordered in Angoon and #Kake caused deaths, a loss of resources and multigenerational trauma, Navy civilian spokesperson Julianne Leinenveber said in an email prior to the event.
"'An apology is not only warranted, but long overdue,' she said."
#TruthAndReconciliation #LandBack #Genocide #CulturalGenocide #NativeAmericanHistory #NativeAlaskans #NativeAlaskanHistory #BurnYourVillageToTheGround #200Blankets
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#Navy apologizes 142 years after shelling and burning an #Alaska #Native village to oblivion
"'The Navy recognizes the pain and suffering inflicted upon the #Tlingit people,' said the commander of the Navy’s northwest region."
AP, October 28, 2024
"Shells fell on the Alaska Native village as winter approached, and then sailors landed and burned what was left of homes, food caches and canoes. Conditions grew so dire in the following months that elders sacrificed their own lives to spare food for surviving children.
"It was Oct. 26, 1882, in Angoon, a Tlingit village of about 420 people in the southeastern Alaska panhandle. Now, 142 years later, the perpetrator of the bombardment — the #USNavy —has apologized.
"Rear Adm. Mark Sucato, the commander of the Navy’s northwest region, issued the apology during an at-times emotional ceremony Saturday, the anniversary of the atrocity.
"'The Navy recognizes the pain and suffering inflicted upon the#TlingitPeople, and we acknowledge these wrongful actions resulted in the loss of life, the loss of resources, the loss of culture, and created and inflicted #IntergenerationalTrauma on these clans,' he said during the ceremony, which was livestreamed from Angoon. 'The Navy takes the significance of this action very, very seriously and knows an apology is long overdue.'
"While the rebuilt Angoon received $90,000 in a settlement with the Department of Interior in 1973, village leaders have for decades sought an apology as well, beginning each yearly remembrance by asking three times, 'Is there anyone here from the Navy to apologize?'
"'You can imagine the generations of people that have died since 1882 that have wondered what had happened, why it happened, and wanted an apology of some sort, because in our minds, we didn’t do anything wrong,' said Daniel Johnson Jr., a tribal head in #Angoon.
"The attack was one of a series of conflicts between the American military and Alaska Natives in the years after the U.S. bought the territory from Russia in 1867. The U.S. Navy issued an apology last month for destroying the nearby village of Kake in 1869, and the Army has indicated that it plans to apologize for shelling Wrangell, also in southeast Alaska, that year, though no date has been set.
"The Navy acknowledges the actions it undertook or ordered in Angoon and #Kake caused deaths, a loss of resources and multigenerational trauma, Navy civilian spokesperson Julianne Leinenveber said in an email prior to the event.
"'An apology is not only warranted, but long overdue,' she said."
#TruthAndReconciliation #LandBack #Genocide #CulturalGenocide #NativeAmericanHistory #NativeAlaskans #NativeAlaskanHistory #BurnYourVillageToTheGround #200Blankets
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Does anyone else with #vocalChordDysfunction know how to be able to breathe again? I haven’t found a specialist yet to help. I know I’m supposed to hum but I can’t even bring myself to do that. I don’t know what to do. I’m taking such deep breaths and I still cant enough air. #panic #panicDisorder #cptsd #intergenerationalTrauma #JewishCheck
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Does anyone else with #vocalChordDysfunction know how to be able to breathe again? I haven’t found a specialist yet to help. I know I’m supposed to hum but I can’t even bring myself to do that. I don’t know what to do. I’m taking such deep breaths and I still cant enough air. #panic #panicDisorder #cptsd #intergenerationalTrauma #JewishCheck
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Does anyone else with #vocalChordDysfunction know how to be able to breathe again? I haven’t found a specialist yet to help. I know I’m supposed to hum but I can’t even bring myself to do that. I don’t know what to do. I’m taking such deep breaths and I still cant enough air. #panic #panicDisorder #cptsd #intergenerationalTrauma #JewishCheck
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Does anyone else with #vocalChordDysfunction know how to be able to breathe again? I haven’t found a specialist yet to help. I know I’m supposed to hum but I can’t even bring myself to do that. I don’t know what to do. I’m taking such deep breaths and I still cant enough air. #panic #panicDisorder #cptsd #intergenerationalTrauma #JewishCheck
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Does anyone else with #vocalChordDysfunction know how to be able to breathe again? I haven’t found a specialist yet to help. I know I’m supposed to hum but I can’t even bring myself to do that. I don’t know what to do. I’m taking such deep breaths and I still cant enough air. #panic #panicDisorder #cptsd #intergenerationalTrauma #JewishCheck
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#Transcription of my #speech for #deaf folks - as it wasn't provided on vid.
Hi, everyone. Thank you for showing up with #community #solidarity, to call for a #PermanentCeasefire in support of #Palestinians who are suffering #famine & #genocidal violence under #Israeli occupational forces.
My name is Que & I'm a survivor of the #USinvasion #WarOnVietnam. I was a #WarChild conceived & born under active shelling & had #IntergenerationalTrauma pre & post birth.
We were #displaced from our homes & survived in a #RefugeeCamp in Indonesia for a year. We were sponsored to come to Canada in late 1979 as #WarRefugees, seeking #asylum.
My patriarch family lived in #Cholon the #Chinese District in #Saigon & my matriarch family lived in a tiny village near Can Tho near the Hau River in #SouthVietnam. Both sides of my family had already lived through multiple foreign invasions & foreign militarized imperialism & colonialism by the time the US invaded & occupied our lands.
Many of us living Vietnam war civilian survivors can relate so well to the many struggles, the suffering, the violent foreign occupation & also the passionate resilience & resistance of the Palestinian peoples.
Throughout the 1960s into the 1970s both areas that my family lived in were carpet bombed. My Matriarch family village was bombed out of existence by 1970. The rebuilding took 18 years. Cholon was #CarpetBombed twice & the scenes from those aftermaths are eerily similar to the scenes from #Gaza after #Israel carpet bombed the area.
The #USmilitary used #Vietnamese #civilians as involuntary guinea pigs. They tested out never used before #WarMunitions including #biochemical warfare like #AgentOrange & #NerveGasBombs on our peoples.
Our peoples, our lands, our waters - still suffer the toxic & deadly effects from the illegal - illegal #biowarfare chemical uses by the #USA to this day & our peoples & especially our children are still suffering from the many leftover war munitions, exploding, maiming & killing innocent civilians.
Israel is treating the Palestinian peoples very much like the USA had treated our Vietnamese peoples. Like we are not human. We do not deserve to live. The dehumanization of Palestinians is too similar to how the USA dehumanized our Vietnamese peoples. We're savages. We are vermin. We're stupid tunnel rats. We're gooks & we deserve to die.
The USA bombed our #schools, our #hospitals, our #temples, our #ResidentialAreas - just like Israel has bombed schools, hospitals, temples & residential areas in Palestine. The USA has more powerful weapons of mass destruction while fighting resistance forces with much less firepower. The Vietnamese #ResistanceForces also used #TunnelSystems & some of them are now part of an #educational #LivingMuseum.
Vietnam is now #SovereignNation because the occupational militarized US forces left which opened up our path to #DiplomaticNegotiations. Palestinians deserve their true path to diplomatic Solutions too. They deserve a sovereign state. That can not happen without a permanent - not a temporary - a permanent ceasefire - an end to #IllegalOccupation by Israel.
You cannot occupy & oppress a people & claim you are a #democracy. True #Democratic states do not occupy & oppress people for decades. True Democratic states do not jail, murder & deny #PressFreedom to #journalists. True democratic states do not arrest, vilify, nor illegally detain their own citizens with dissenting voices. True democratic states don't continue to violate multiple #InternationalLaws so openly & so disrespectfully.
Israel has become too #arrogant that's mainly due to the Western powers like the USA & #Canada continuing to put their #WarProfiteer interests over #humanitarian & global #PublicInterests.
At a time when we need an arms embargo on Israel, the US & Canada sent billions more in war munitions & funding to Israel. It is shameful.
Our politicians tell us there's not enough money to fund more essential health & medical service needs. There's not enough money to increase the pay scale of essential medical staff. There's not enough money to fund environmental protection & cleanups. There's not enough to help our seniors & disabled not live in poverty anxiety. There's not enough to fund safer, more inclusive, accessible education. There's not enough to provide more low income & some more support of housing for our most marginalized citizens. These are all citizen needs that our governments have told they cannot afford to fully fund but they can find billions to fund ethnic cleansing of the Palestinians. That is not okay & that is not in our public interest.
I urge everyone here to please keep contacting all of your local provincial & federal representatives in every way possible & ask them to please push Trudeau to call for both a permanent ceasefire & to initiate an arms embargo on Israel - NOW.
Please keep having the conversations with people you know & people you don't know about Palestine. The conversations are important. Please keep standing in solidarity with Gaza & all Palestinians.
The antidote to despair is action. This here is humanity in action & I thank all of you for showing your humanity & your ongoing support of Palestinians because remember, no democracy can exist without the freedom of citizens dissenting voices and I appreciate all of your voices dissenting, against our government who is still supporting genocide.
Free Palestine!
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#Transcription of my #speech for #deaf folks - as it wasn't provided on vid.
Hi, everyone. Thank you for showing up with #community #solidarity, to call for a #PermanentCeasefire in support of #Palestinians who are suffering #famine & #genocidal violence under #Israeli occupational forces.
My name is Que & I'm a survivor of the #USinvasion #WarOnVietnam. I was a #WarChild conceived & born under active shelling & had #IntergenerationalTrauma pre & post birth.
We were #displaced from our homes & survived in a #RefugeeCamp in Indonesia for a year. We were sponsored to come to Canada in late 1979 as #WarRefugees, seeking #asylum.
My patriarch family lived in #Cholon the #Chinese District in #Saigon & my matriarch family lived in a tiny village near Can Tho near the Hau River in #SouthVietnam. Both sides of my family had already lived through multiple foreign invasions & foreign militarized imperialism & colonialism by the time the US invaded & occupied our lands.
Many of us living Vietnam war civilian survivors can relate so well to the many struggles, the suffering, the violent foreign occupation & also the passionate resilience & resistance of the Palestinian peoples.
Throughout the 1960s into the 1970s both areas that my family lived in were carpet bombed. My Matriarch family village was bombed out of existence by 1970. The rebuilding took 18 years. Cholon was #CarpetBombed twice & the scenes from those aftermaths are eerily similar to the scenes from #Gaza after #Israel carpet bombed the area.
The #USmilitary used #Vietnamese #civilians as involuntary guinea pigs. They tested out never used before #WarMunitions including #biochemical warfare like #AgentOrange & #NerveGasBombs on our peoples.
Our peoples, our lands, our waters - still suffer the toxic & deadly effects from the illegal - illegal #biowarfare chemical uses by the #USA to this day & our peoples & especially our children are still suffering from the many leftover war munitions, exploding, maiming & killing innocent civilians.
Israel is treating the Palestinian peoples very much like the USA had treated our Vietnamese peoples. Like we are not human. We do not deserve to live. The dehumanization of Palestinians is too similar to how the USA dehumanized our Vietnamese peoples. We're savages. We are vermin. We're stupid tunnel rats. We're gooks & we deserve to die.
The USA bombed our #schools, our #hospitals, our #temples, our #ResidentialAreas - just like Israel has bombed schools, hospitals, temples & residential areas in Palestine. The USA has more powerful weapons of mass destruction while fighting resistance forces with much less firepower. The Vietnamese #ResistanceForces also used #TunnelSystems & some of them are now part of an #educational #LivingMuseum.
Vietnam is now #SovereignNation because the occupational militarized US forces left which opened up our path to #DiplomaticNegotiations. Palestinians deserve their true path to diplomatic Solutions too. They deserve a sovereign state. That can not happen without a permanent - not a temporary - a permanent ceasefire - an end to #IllegalOccupation by Israel.
You cannot occupy & oppress a people & claim you are a #democracy. True #Democratic states do not occupy & oppress people for decades. True Democratic states do not jail, murder & deny #PressFreedom to #journalists. True democratic states do not arrest, vilify, nor illegally detain their own citizens with dissenting voices. True democratic states don't continue to violate multiple #InternationalLaws so openly & so disrespectfully.
Israel has become too #arrogant that's mainly due to the Western powers like the USA & #Canada continuing to put their #WarProfiteer interests over #humanitarian & global #PublicInterests.
At a time when we need an arms embargo on Israel, the US & Canada sent billions more in war munitions & funding to Israel. It is shameful.
Our politicians tell us there's not enough money to fund more essential health & medical service needs. There's not enough money to increase the pay scale of essential medical staff. There's not enough money to fund environmental protection & cleanups. There's not enough to help our seniors & disabled not live in poverty anxiety. There's not enough to fund safer, more inclusive, accessible education. There's not enough to provide more low income & some more support of housing for our most marginalized citizens. These are all citizen needs that our governments have told they cannot afford to fully fund but they can find billions to fund ethnic cleansing of the Palestinians. That is not okay & that is not in our public interest.
I urge everyone here to please keep contacting all of your local provincial & federal representatives in every way possible & ask them to please push Trudeau to call for both a permanent ceasefire & to initiate an arms embargo on Israel - NOW.
Please keep having the conversations with people you know & people you don't know about Palestine. The conversations are important. Please keep standing in solidarity with Gaza & all Palestinians.
The antidote to despair is action. This here is humanity in action & I thank all of you for showing your humanity & your ongoing support of Palestinians because remember, no democracy can exist without the freedom of citizens dissenting voices and I appreciate all of your voices dissenting, against our government who is still supporting genocide.
Free Palestine!
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#Transcription of my #speech for #deaf folks - as it wasn't provided on vid.
Hi, everyone. Thank you for showing up with #community #solidarity, to call for a #PermanentCeasefire in support of #Palestinians who are suffering #famine & #genocidal violence under #Israeli occupational forces.
My name is Que & I'm a survivor of the #USinvasion #WarOnVietnam. I was a #WarChild conceived & born under active shelling & had #IntergenerationalTrauma pre & post birth.
We were #displaced from our homes & survived in a #RefugeeCamp in Indonesia for a year. We were sponsored to come to Canada in late 1979 as #WarRefugees, seeking #asylum.
My patriarch family lived in #Cholon the #Chinese District in #Saigon & my matriarch family lived in a tiny village near Can Tho near the Hau River in #SouthVietnam. Both sides of my family had already lived through multiple foreign invasions & foreign militarized imperialism & colonialism by the time the US invaded & occupied our lands.
Many of us living Vietnam war civilian survivors can relate so well to the many struggles, the suffering, the violent foreign occupation & also the passionate resilience & resistance of the Palestinian peoples.
Throughout the 1960s into the 1970s both areas that my family lived in were carpet bombed. My Matriarch family village was bombed out of existence by 1970. The rebuilding took 18 years. Cholon was #CarpetBombed twice & the scenes from those aftermaths are eerily similar to the scenes from #Gaza after #Israel carpet bombed the area.
The #USmilitary used #Vietnamese #civilians as involuntary guinea pigs. They tested out never used before #WarMunitions including #biochemical warfare like #AgentOrange & #NerveGasBombs on our peoples.
Our peoples, our lands, our waters - still suffer the toxic & deadly effects from the illegal - illegal #biowarfare chemical uses by the #USA to this day & our peoples & especially our children are still suffering from the many leftover war munitions, exploding, maiming & killing innocent civilians.
Israel is treating the Palestinian peoples very much like the USA had treated our Vietnamese peoples. Like we are not human. We do not deserve to live. The dehumanization of Palestinians is too similar to how the USA dehumanized our Vietnamese peoples. We're savages. We are vermin. We're stupid tunnel rats. We're gooks & we deserve to die.
The USA bombed our #schools, our #hospitals, our #temples, our #ResidentialAreas - just like Israel has bombed schools, hospitals, temples & residential areas in Palestine. The USA has more powerful weapons of mass destruction while fighting resistance forces with much less firepower. The Vietnamese #ResistanceForces also used #TunnelSystems & some of them are now part of an #educational #LivingMuseum.
Vietnam is now #SovereignNation because the occupational militarized US forces left which opened up our path to #DiplomaticNegotiations. Palestinians deserve their true path to diplomatic Solutions too. They deserve a sovereign state. That can not happen without a permanent - not a temporary - a permanent ceasefire - an end to #IllegalOccupation by Israel.
You cannot occupy & oppress a people & claim you are a #democracy. True #Democratic states do not occupy & oppress people for decades. True Democratic states do not jail, murder & deny #PressFreedom to #journalists. True democratic states do not arrest, vilify, nor illegally detain their own citizens with dissenting voices. True democratic states don't continue to violate multiple #InternationalLaws so openly & so disrespectfully.
Israel has become too #arrogant that's mainly due to the Western powers like the USA & #Canada continuing to put their #WarProfiteer interests over #humanitarian & global #PublicInterests.
At a time when we need an arms embargo on Israel, the US & Canada sent billions more in war munitions & funding to Israel. It is shameful.
Our politicians tell us there's not enough money to fund more essential health & medical service needs. There's not enough money to increase the pay scale of essential medical staff. There's not enough money to fund environmental protection & cleanups. There's not enough to help our seniors & disabled not live in poverty anxiety. There's not enough to fund safer, more inclusive, accessible education. There's not enough to provide more low income & some more support of housing for our most marginalized citizens. These are all citizen needs that our governments have told they cannot afford to fully fund but they can find billions to fund ethnic cleansing of the Palestinians. That is not okay & that is not in our public interest.
I urge everyone here to please keep contacting all of your local provincial & federal representatives in every way possible & ask them to please push Trudeau to call for both a permanent ceasefire & to initiate an arms embargo on Israel - NOW.
Please keep having the conversations with people you know & people you don't know about Palestine. The conversations are important. Please keep standing in solidarity with Gaza & all Palestinians.
The antidote to despair is action. This here is humanity in action & I thank all of you for showing your humanity & your ongoing support of Palestinians because remember, no democracy can exist without the freedom of citizens dissenting voices and I appreciate all of your voices dissenting, against our government who is still supporting genocide.
Free Palestine!
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#Transcription of my #speech for #deaf folks - as it wasn't provided on vid.
Hi, everyone. Thank you for showing up with #community #solidarity, to call for a #PermanentCeasefire in support of #Palestinians who are suffering #famine & #genocidal violence under #Israeli occupational forces.
My name is Que & I'm a survivor of the #USinvasion #WarOnVietnam. I was a #WarChild conceived & born under active shelling & had #IntergenerationalTrauma pre & post birth.
We were #displaced from our homes & survived in a #RefugeeCamp in Indonesia for a year. We were sponsored to come to Canada in late 1979 as #WarRefugees, seeking #asylum.
My patriarch family lived in #Cholon the #Chinese District in #Saigon & my matriarch family lived in a tiny village near Can Tho near the Hau River in #SouthVietnam. Both sides of my family had already lived through multiple foreign invasions & foreign militarized imperialism & colonialism by the time the US invaded & occupied our lands.
Many of us living Vietnam war civilian survivors can relate so well to the many struggles, the suffering, the violent foreign occupation & also the passionate resilience & resistance of the Palestinian peoples.
Throughout the 1960s into the 1970s both areas that my family lived in were carpet bombed. My Matriarch family village was bombed out of existence by 1970. The rebuilding took 18 years. Cholon was #CarpetBombed twice & the scenes from those aftermaths are eerily similar to the scenes from #Gaza after #Israel carpet bombed the area.
The #USmilitary used #Vietnamese #civilians as involuntary guinea pigs. They tested out never used before #WarMunitions including #biochemical warfare like #AgentOrange & #NerveGasBombs on our peoples.
Our peoples, our lands, our waters - still suffer the toxic & deadly effects from the illegal - illegal #biowarfare chemical uses by the #USA to this day & our peoples & especially our children are still suffering from the many leftover war munitions, exploding, maiming & killing innocent civilians.
Israel is treating the Palestinian peoples very much like the USA had treated our Vietnamese peoples. Like we are not human. We do not deserve to live. The dehumanization of Palestinians is too similar to how the USA dehumanized our Vietnamese peoples. We're savages. We are vermin. We're stupid tunnel rats. We're gooks & we deserve to die.
The USA bombed our #schools, our #hospitals, our #temples, our #ResidentialAreas - just like Israel has bombed schools, hospitals, temples & residential areas in Palestine. The USA has more powerful weapons of mass destruction while fighting resistance forces with much less firepower. The Vietnamese #ResistanceForces also used #TunnelSystems & some of them are now part of an #educational #LivingMuseum.
Vietnam is now #SovereignNation because the occupational militarized US forces left which opened up our path to #DiplomaticNegotiations. Palestinians deserve their true path to diplomatic Solutions too. They deserve a sovereign state. That can not happen without a permanent - not a temporary - a permanent ceasefire - an end to #IllegalOccupation by Israel.
You cannot occupy & oppress a people & claim you are a #democracy. True #Democratic states do not occupy & oppress people for decades. True Democratic states do not jail, murder & deny #PressFreedom to #journalists. True democratic states do not arrest, vilify, nor illegally detain their own citizens with dissenting voices. True democratic states don't continue to violate multiple #InternationalLaws so openly & so disrespectfully.
Israel has become too #arrogant that's mainly due to the Western powers like the USA & #Canada continuing to put their #WarProfiteer interests over #humanitarian & global #PublicInterests.
At a time when we need an arms embargo on Israel, the US & Canada sent billions more in war munitions & funding to Israel. It is shameful.
Our politicians tell us there's not enough money to fund more essential health & medical service needs. There's not enough money to increase the pay scale of essential medical staff. There's not enough money to fund environmental protection & cleanups. There's not enough to help our seniors & disabled not live in poverty anxiety. There's not enough to fund safer, more inclusive, accessible education. There's not enough to provide more low income & some more support of housing for our most marginalized citizens. These are all citizen needs that our governments have told they cannot afford to fully fund but they can find billions to fund ethnic cleansing of the Palestinians. That is not okay & that is not in our public interest.
I urge everyone here to please keep contacting all of your local provincial & federal representatives in every way possible & ask them to please push Trudeau to call for both a permanent ceasefire & to initiate an arms embargo on Israel - NOW.
Please keep having the conversations with people you know & people you don't know about Palestine. The conversations are important. Please keep standing in solidarity with Gaza & all Palestinians.
The antidote to despair is action. This here is humanity in action & I thank all of you for showing your humanity & your ongoing support of Palestinians because remember, no democracy can exist without the freedom of citizens dissenting voices and I appreciate all of your voices dissenting, against our government who is still supporting genocide.
Free Palestine!
-
#Transcription of my #speech for #deaf folks - as it wasn't provided on vid.
Hi, everyone. Thank you for showing up with #community #solidarity, to call for a #PermanentCeasefire in support of #Palestinians who are suffering #famine & #genocidal violence under #Israeli occupational forces.
My name is Que & I'm a survivor of the #USinvasion #WarOnVietnam. I was a #WarChild conceived & born under active shelling & had #IntergenerationalTrauma pre & post birth.
We were #displaced from our homes & survived in a #RefugeeCamp in Indonesia for a year. We were sponsored to come to Canada in late 1979 as #WarRefugees, seeking #asylum.
My patriarch family lived in #Cholon the #Chinese District in #Saigon & my matriarch family lived in a tiny village near Can Tho near the Hau River in #SouthVietnam. Both sides of my family had already lived through multiple foreign invasions & foreign militarized imperialism & colonialism by the time the US invaded & occupied our lands.
Many of us living Vietnam war civilian survivors can relate so well to the many struggles, the suffering, the violent foreign occupation & also the passionate resilience & resistance of the Palestinian peoples.
Throughout the 1960s into the 1970s both areas that my family lived in were carpet bombed. My Matriarch family village was bombed out of existence by 1970. The rebuilding took 18 years. Cholon was #CarpetBombed twice & the scenes from those aftermaths are eerily similar to the scenes from #Gaza after #Israel carpet bombed the area.
The #USmilitary used #Vietnamese #civilians as involuntary guinea pigs. They tested out never used before #WarMunitions including #biochemical warfare like #AgentOrange & #NerveGasBombs on our peoples.
Our peoples, our lands, our waters - still suffer the toxic & deadly effects from the illegal - illegal #biowarfare chemical uses by the #USA to this day & our peoples & especially our children are still suffering from the many leftover war munitions, exploding, maiming & killing innocent civilians.
Israel is treating the Palestinian peoples very much like the USA had treated our Vietnamese peoples. Like we are not human. We do not deserve to live. The dehumanization of Palestinians is too similar to how the USA dehumanized our Vietnamese peoples. We're savages. We are vermin. We're stupid tunnel rats. We're gooks & we deserve to die.
The USA bombed our #schools, our #hospitals, our #temples, our #ResidentialAreas - just like Israel has bombed schools, hospitals, temples & residential areas in Palestine. The USA has more powerful weapons of mass destruction while fighting resistance forces with much less firepower. The Vietnamese #ResistanceForces also used #TunnelSystems & some of them are now part of an #educational #LivingMuseum.
Vietnam is now #SovereignNation because the occupational militarized US forces left which opened up our path to #DiplomaticNegotiations. Palestinians deserve their true path to diplomatic Solutions too. They deserve a sovereign state. That can not happen without a permanent - not a temporary - a permanent ceasefire - an end to #IllegalOccupation by Israel.
You cannot occupy & oppress a people & claim you are a #democracy. True #Democratic states do not occupy & oppress people for decades. True Democratic states do not jail, murder & deny #PressFreedom to #journalists. True democratic states do not arrest, vilify, nor illegally detain their own citizens with dissenting voices. True democratic states don't continue to violate multiple #InternationalLaws so openly & so disrespectfully.
Israel has become too #arrogant that's mainly due to the Western powers like the USA & #Canada continuing to put their #WarProfiteer interests over #humanitarian & global #PublicInterests.
At a time when we need an arms embargo on Israel, the US & Canada sent billions more in war munitions & funding to Israel. It is shameful.
Our politicians tell us there's not enough money to fund more essential health & medical service needs. There's not enough money to increase the pay scale of essential medical staff. There's not enough money to fund environmental protection & cleanups. There's not enough to help our seniors & disabled not live in poverty anxiety. There's not enough to fund safer, more inclusive, accessible education. There's not enough to provide more low income & some more support of housing for our most marginalized citizens. These are all citizen needs that our governments have told they cannot afford to fully fund but they can find billions to fund ethnic cleansing of the Palestinians. That is not okay & that is not in our public interest.
I urge everyone here to please keep contacting all of your local provincial & federal representatives in every way possible & ask them to please push Trudeau to call for both a permanent ceasefire & to initiate an arms embargo on Israel - NOW.
Please keep having the conversations with people you know & people you don't know about Palestine. The conversations are important. Please keep standing in solidarity with Gaza & all Palestinians.
The antidote to despair is action. This here is humanity in action & I thank all of you for showing your humanity & your ongoing support of Palestinians because remember, no democracy can exist without the freedom of citizens dissenting voices and I appreciate all of your voices dissenting, against our government who is still supporting genocide.
Free Palestine!
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#intergenerationaltrauma #mazeldon
This was posted by Willie Handler on "the hell-site of not birds anymore" today.
It was a snippet of an interview about the intergenerational trauma of descendants of Holocaust survivors.
"So every Saturday, I was required to go to my grandparent's house, and other relatives would come over for coffee and cake. All they were talking about was the war. Even if they were talking about other things, eventually, they would start talking about Hitler. If you were to ask questions, you would get your answers. But I was afraid to ask questions because I didn't want to hurt anybody's feelings."
- JH
