December 17, 2008

Lions and Shoes...


Yes I know, this is a paradoxical title. And this is also a paradoxical post...

I have received tons of emails, links, names of support groups, games, poetry, articles, art work -- all within less than 48 hours, and all involving shoes and what to do with shoes following in the footsteps of M.Al-Zaidi.

Thank you all for sending me all of the above, but please STOP.

I did promise to link though to one shoe ceremony. You can read all about it here - bidding your farewells to Bush with yet another pair of shoes. But do keep some for the Booma, because the Iraqi tragic film production is not over yet...


It is not that I want to dampen your excitement when it comes to hurling shoes, after all I did give you basic lessons in both the applied function of a shoe and the insult that goes with it...

It is not that I am denigrating the heroic act of an Iraqi in the face of not only Bush but the whole of America, because whether you like it or not, agree with it or not, and again I repeat, I don't care if you voted or did not vote for him - Bush is the official representative of America. So a shoe in his face means a shoe in yours.

And it is not that I think that Al-Zaidi is not a courageous, brave man. And it is not that I do not want him to be released NOW and am mobilizing and praying for his safety...

It is none of the above...

But am getting tired of this shoe business...and I shall tell you why.

Here is one young man, an eager, angry, ambitious young man who defied all protocols and hurled a shoe in the face of the President of the USA. He paid for his act and will pay some more.

And suddenly everyone is in love with shoes and realized what a horrible government is ruling the USA. And suddenly everyone wants to become a shoe thrower. And suddenly everyone woke up and mobilized in the speed of ligthning for the release of one courageous Iraqi man. Again I think this is remarkable. It is remarkable that people have this capacity to act so fast, to produce links, games, petitions, articles and the rest in less than 48 hours.

I am left to deduce and it is confirmed to me, today more than ever, that when there is a will there is a definitely a way.

But...

But let me ask you something here.

On the 30th of December 2006, a Man with over 30 years of serving Iraq, a Leader who transformed Iraq in such a short span of time into a modern state, where education, health, arts...flourished, a President of a sovereign country, a country that was invaded and occupied by none other than that same Bush and those same people - was hanged.

A man was hanged by the Zionists - Americans and Iranians on the 30th of December 2006, following a senseless non-stop campaign of bombing, brutal sanctions and murder which started not in 2003 as some of you may like to think but in 1991 and continued for over 15 years...and culminated in his death and the subsequent death of a whole nation...

My question is this - Where were your shoes then ?
Where was your zeal, your support, your mobilization, your eagerness, your backing, your articles, your political inventions, your poetry, your petitions....where were you ?

Saddam Hussein did more for Iraq than anyone else. And he definitely was more defiant in the face of America, Bush and his dogs, not during a one single 20 mn press conference but over a period of 35 years...

And he was not only captured, tortured, humiliated, interrogated and imprisoned, but he had his whole family decimated too. And he ended up being murdered by you and your silence. So where were you then ?

Surely you could have exhibited that same passion as you do today. But, no you did not...You waited for over 5 years before finally exclaiming your strong disapproval for this occupation and for your government...and it finally took a pair of shoes.


But the televised hanging of a legitimate President did not move you, nor did the killing of his sons and grandson, and having them all exhibited like some meat for your cannibalistic palates. Nor did the hanging of his aides, nor the imprisonment, till this very day of members of this Iraqi nation, nor the killing of 1.3 million Iraqis, nor the 3 million widows, nor the 5 million orphans, nor the 5 million maimed and injured, nor the 5 million exiled, nor the thousands rotting in jails, nor the destruction, nor the havoc, nor the D.U, or the cluster bombs or the napalm, nor the misery, nor the grief...No, none of that moved you then...


But you were moved by the Iraqi dog that was flown to Minnesota by one of your brave boys and you were moved by the picture of your brave boys throwing candies to barefooted kids running after humvees...and you were finally moved by a pair of shoes in your face.

Maybe this is what it took and this is what it will take from now on...

You understand nothing but the straight, no nonsense language of shoes. And you deserve nothing but shoes and all what a shoe entails...

This, from today onwards, is the only language you will be spoken in and with.


Painting: Iraqi female artist, Sabah Majeed.