والله يحب الصابرين

When confronted with a great evil, we can forget that nothing lasts forever. We can become so overwhelmed by our suffering and emotional distress that we forget these feelings will be completely lost in time. This is a trick that evil plays. It makes itself seem immortal and beyond the grasp of human intervention. It makes itself bigger than you. The state of Israel does the same. Flimsy infrastructure and frantic excavations try and prove to the world they’re the oldest thing on earth. We’ve always been here, they’ll tell you at the airport. Pay no attention to the animals behind the wall. Ayn Rand’s favorite nation state attempts to tower like a cathedral, making you seem small and helpless. The state of Israel shuffles human beings like cattle through checkpoints, strip searches them, laughs and yells at them, erects barbed wire and razes whole neighborhoods. It steals land, runs drugs, sucks up American money better spent on starving pregnant mothers, and whines for more.

And you’re left staring at the long giant grey wall that snakes off into the distance like a giant raised scar across the countryside. You’re left staring at the guns, at the soldiers, at the turrets and barbed wire. You’re left staring at the scars of others, hearing stories and wiping tears. It’s a ten minute walk from Sheikh Jarrah to Jaffa Street in Jerusalem and the distance is a million miles and a thousand gallons of denial. At the border with Jordan a Palestinian plated car can’t even go to the checkpoint and you’re forced to say good-bye in the middle of the desert before getting the Israeli plated taxi that can take you a half mile and charge you fifteen dollars for the pleasure.

Thankfully, an evil like this – and you can see it right off the bus in Tel Aviv with the escort advertisements and the liquor stores – can never last. The state of Israel was never meant to last. It’s messianic underpinnings were tied to an imperial need of the West’s – a toehold in the Middle East. Yet we’ll find other toeholds in these new regimes popping up. A child dictator is harder to control than a neoliberal democracy. Israel’s usefulness and importance will fade and the crusade will move on. Find shelter in god during these end-times, o Israel. It’s the least you can do. Go to the ruins in Sebastiya and stand among the great palaces and forums and feel the promise of changes and turnings and know for sure nothing will last forever.

4 responses to “والله يحب الصابرين

  1. “When confronted with a great evil, we can forget that nothing lasts forever. We can become so overwhelmed by our suffering and emotional distress that we forget these feelings will be completely lost in time”

    very off-topic reply: this is funny because i just got done reading the official women’s thread in a forum we both read and what you wrote above kinda provides a salvo to how i’m feeling atm in regards to feminism. although i was happy to see so many other women come out from lurking, in the end i could not bring myself to post anything because these days i find myself vacillating between true, frightening, misandry or complete defeatism. i will work harder on trying to become a useful feminist again because as you said, i have to believe this won’t last forever.

  2. السلام عليكم

    to continue that very off topic reply:
    the problem is that the modern feminist movement has totally abandoned any notion of class struggle and moved on to extending privilege only to those women wealthy (and white) enough to enjoy it. meanwhile, the vast majority of all women living on this earth will be left behind.

    it is not a freedom struggle anymore, but has become a privilege struggle. only when feminism returns to it’s roots as an integral part of class struggle will it truly become relevant again.

  3. It is a relief to see some commentary on “feminism”. All through my life, I’ve watched feminism evolve and am sometimes deeply disturbed by the shoulder shrugs of young women who don’t see the point. I’ve thought that the feminism that I grew up with had all but vanished. To hear someone talk about it as a class struggle makes me hopeful. I sometimes wonder if all the craziness I endured in the male-dominated workplace was wasted. Maybe not.
    Manyfesto–where are you? Come back, please.

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