September 21, 2008Riots For Dignity - Italy, September 2008(this is an article by Gennaro Carotenuto, the english translation has been made by me in few time so sorry for the mistakes - Tessa.) For two times in few days, in Castelvolturno
and Few accidents in reality, some burnt garbage
bin and destroyed cars in the Casertano, the less happened in In Castelvolturno the blacks’ rage was due to a
Camorra massacre, the hardest caused by Italian organized criminals in years,
beside the one in For the media there was no doubt: it was a fight
between gangs. As if Camorra was an unfailing judge, ad if being killed by
Camorra was a definitive proof of your guilty, as if the shooting of Casalesi’s
AK were the confirmation of what Italians always thought: that blacks are all
delinquents and that have to leave. But everything proves that Casalesis have
shooted in the mass, randomly, a black means the other for Italians so they
means for Casalesis. We’re surprised? But if the Casalesis clan really shooted
in the group, to give the blacks a lesson, killing the right for the sinner, then
the one in Castelvolturno isn’t only a Camorra murdering, it also is the first racist murdering in And the paradox is that those young boys and
girls in Castelvolturno, who burn garbage bins asking for justice, to claim the
innocence of their friends, they make it also as substitutes for Italians who
have given up to demand for justice and and respect. They don’t want the blacks
as citizens of Castelvolturno but they put their head down in front of Camorra.
As it happened with Jewishs, they turn against the blacks, the external evil,
because they have no strength to rise up against the internal evil, the
Camorra. And so they’re the black, the delinquents, the clandestines, to ask
for more presence of the State. They ask themselves simple questions, but are
the ones that Italians doesn’t know how to ask anymore: why the State leave the
country in Camorra’s hands? Why we have no rights? What kind of integration
does In And you have to keep on losing time explaining that
it was only the murderers version of the fact and you have to lose time saying
that newspapers are untruthful, tendentious, ignominious and dangerous giving
the murderers version as true gold. And you have to keep on explaining that
while of the stolen biscuits there aren’t any sight, there are cameras which
show methodology of the savagery: dozens of rods thrash until the black skinned
guy was dead on the ground. Other than a fight, other than biscuits, other than
only one beat on the head, as they tried to sell us: Abba’s murdering has been a
methodical homicide by two white man blinded by racial hate. And your blood must boil for real when at 18
years old they kill your friend by rods and then they also try to paint him as
a delinquent. A delinquent as every black. They must go back to their
countries. And so there they are those “Italiani Ignoranti” they scream that with Milanese
accent. They scream they’re Italians like us but sick and tired of being looked
strange on the streets, every time they go to shops, suspected as thieves,
marked as delinquents. Even the afroitalians want their rights to be
respected. As the immigrants in Castelvolturno they only want to be treated as
citizens. In those burned bins and in that “Italiani Ignoranti”, in that going
down the streets to protest which is violent for the first time, there’s also a
classical wake of conscience. They learned that nothing will be given, that
they’ll have to conquer everything fighting, as nothing as been given and
everything has been conquered in 180 years of working class fights. Afroitalians
learned that they have to conquer their role right of citizenship and they’re
ready to fight for it. They figured out what Italians have forgotten: that only
in a country that evolves and opens itself there’s a future. They’re Afroitalians, are they the only healty
side of this country?
Posted on 09/21/2008 6:37 AM Comments (2)
Iqbal Tamimi - IT TAKES A FLIGHT TO UK TO READ THE OTHER VERSION OF THE NEWSPAPER AND EXAMINE THE ETHICS OF MEDIAIt takes a flight to UK to read the other version of the newspaper and examine the ethics of mediaBy Iqbal Tamimi • Sep 20th, 2008 at 15:33
The nature of working on press related TV programmes depends heavily on the online versions of newspapers, since the news on the internet travels faster than the flight carrying the paper over the oceans, only to reach its destination outdated by the end of the flight. I used to work the night shift so that I could work like an engine at the moment the websites update their contents, scanning every update after midnight to get all the interesting articles and comments ready for the early news summaries and the press reviews. While working in the Middle East I had an illusion about the UK press. I used to think that their newspapers always stick to the ethics of journalism with up-to-the-minute details. Its content was unquestionable. We were brought up since an early age to trust only BBC radio and British newspapers. Should we have any doubts about anything, we would immediately rush towards British media for a fair perspective. But much later in life I moved to the UK to get the biggest shock of my life, British media is not the saint I used to believe carried the truth in every single word. I found out lots of bias, most of the time the content is treated as a business only, a machine that has to yield the biggest revenue possible, regardless of how balanced or fair it might be. Most newspapers are hens that lay golden eggs for the shareholders, never mind if they were edible for history or not. Many times I discovered the media is conspiring to hide a great deal of the truth, or to overexpose some isolated incidents. When I talked to many colleagues of mine working in UK newspapers, they were extremely humane and very professional. Many even disagreed with the policies of their own establishments. I have been told many times that they are told what they should write about and how the whole work should be constructed, leaving them with a very negligible margin of self expression or personal views. They are simply the fingers of their establishments, not the brains. After arriving in the UK, my first step was to start a blog because I was addicted to writing, and I was suffering withdrawal symptoms. I used to think that any newspaper is good enough, that’s why when I started my first blog. I never doubted that I can write anywhere. And since it was easy to start a blog on the Daily Telegraph I had just done so for technical reasons. All the people who used to know me as a human rights activist showered me with looks of shock. Every time I was asked about my new blog and I answered ‘The Daily Telegraph’, people would gasp sucking all the air in the room. I never understood their response; I thought they must be mistaken. I never knew that the general policy of a newspaper is reflected on the magnet that draws certain people to start their blogs there. I thought ‘mistakenly’ that I would be welcomed as a new voice with a different point of view; I was even naive enough to think that a journalist from the other side of the spectrum might add something that would shed some light on another spot, thus bringing more understanding, enriching the content, and would encourage healthy debate. But again I was mistaken. I was so proud and so stupid maybe to add to my profile my picture wearing Hijab, and I was even more naive to brag about being Palestinian. I was immediately attacked heavily; my original picture was taken off and then after awhile reinstalled leaving a hazy image. One of my most active posts about me being attacked racially was deleted even though there was nothing in the content breaking the rules at all. Besides, this was almost the only post that attracted sympathizers who felt the stings of being discriminated against. The feedback was extremely helpful to a point that it eased my pain. The Daily Telegraph left the controversial title but removed my post after it had become one of the most read articles - without informing me. Such action would give readers the impression that I must have written something that contradicts the publishing policies or caused harm to someone, which was not the case at all. The page was left with the screaming title ‘How often do you use the F word?’ with the word NUL next to it, and no article? Inspiring act of freedom of speech, isn’t it? During my short experience of blogging on that website I discovered how many racist people are active on that website, and how many are ignorant of some issues happening in other parts of the world, and how stubborn they are in defending their points of view even though they have never been in the country where they claim more knowledge than the people who came from there. The discussion clearly shows that they never read anything about the matter discussed, but still they would argue for days. It was more like an organised attack on the contributor. One lady insisted that I should drive the Lebanese out of my country before talking about the atrocities of Israel against my people. I tried to tell her many times that, in no period of Palestinian history has there ever been any Lebanese invasion of Palestine, thus no Lebanese people invaded my country, and there is no single Lebanese in Palestine, but still she was so stubborn and satisfied by the information she heard from a friend of one of her relatives. Others were abusive and aggressive regardless of the content of the article. A very limited number was fair or willing to debate in a sensible way. Others took advantage of my limited knowledge of English then to flex their muscles to hurt me even more by using medieval texts and phrases where it would be very difficult for me to understand the meaning or context. And even though the website gave itself the right to tamper with my picture and delete one of my posts, and redeem it NUL, no action was taken to deal with the unreasonable aggressive attack on me. I guess they choose when they can say that their policies are never to interfere with the public point of view and when to enjoy the crowd shredding a new shade of media colour to small ribbons. In general I found out that the participants of the blogs on the Daily Telegraph were almost all from the same shade, there were no other colours of views to enhance a construction of a rainbow of views. I later found that this was encouraged by the same policy the newspaper adopts. The bloggers have an almost identical voice tinted with discrimination, looking down on others. When I started comparing the print version of the newspaper with the one online, I found a striking clear policy of publishing some articles on its print edition that were different from those published on the same issue at the online version. The online version missed those articles that I would describe as containing hidden discrimination towards certain groups like Arabs, immigrants and Palestinians. Why would that happen? I guess they knew well enough that they need the revenue they receive from published ads and business that bring money through the website that is read in most oil-rich Arab countries, even though it was obvious that the newspaper does not hold respect or admiration for them. Most of the time, Arab figures are described as an appendix to their wealth, never mentioned as individuals with accomplishments to be proud of. So they kept the online version balanced. But looking at the paper version that is distributed in UK you will find what satisfies the people who thrive on stories of discrimination, and ignite their hatred even more. I would like to put few examples here. The Daily Telegraph published the following articles in the newspaper lately, but has not published them on its website… I wonder why? Maybe someone else can detect the common denominator of such articles, concealed from some people who receive the online version only and contribute to the newspaper’s piggy bank by advertising on it. By the way, the article that described the Sheikh of Abu Dhabi who invested in Manchester City team as a Sheikh who has deep pockets did not appear online… What a coincidence.
Lesbians on beach jailed in Dubai Sheikh with a deep love of sport - and deeper pockets “He may be an unknown on the Hyde Road, but Manchester City fans
will soon come to recognise Sheikh Mansour bin Zayed Al Nahyan - the
real tycoon behind yesterday’s extraordinary takeover” I would like to thank whoever invented online journalism. From my humble point of view as a journalist, I would crown the Guardian as the Queen of online newspapers in the UK for many reasons, but most important of all, its decency and unbiased views that would offer every citizen a platform to express his views. Next to it comes the Independent. Every single day there are projects, forums, discussions, debates, conferences… all of which are trying to conjure the perfect recipe for a loving society of all backgrounds. People of all colours, faiths and political affiliations are working hand in hand to build the international village. But still no one has succeeded 100%, because the media has never been independent, and rarely gives them the opportunity to act outside the lines of its own agenda. It took me a trip to UK to find out how many times I have introduced to my viewers half the truth because I did not compare the newspaper with its online version, and because I was not living within that society victimized by such small doses of manipulation. I dare say the majority of my colleagues are humane and sensitive towards issues touching the lives of others, but their establishments that distribute the roles and hold the strings are not. The price they pay for their bread must go through the kitchen that lost its original message of journalism, and stripped them from their choice of showing compassion. The link that shows my picture after being tampered with at the Daily Telegraph blog On the same link you can read on the right side some of my previous blogs, amongst them How often do you use the F WORD? The rest of my posts were deleted by the DT without informing me or mentioning why. Another post they have tampered with without any obvious reason was the following: St George the Palestinian Hero Even my own commenting back was deleted while other comments from other readers were still there, you can find on the following link:
The DT deleted the quote that would make my point valid On the same blog you can read one of the contributors own testimony
If you try to read the comments on this link, you will find that they filtered and removed all the indecent verbal attacks on me, which they were happy with for a long time, leaving the comments to give an impression of half told truth, and a very weak argument. You can see that the same comments from the same person follow right after his or her other comment, which does not make any sense. People used to comment and get comments back. But by removing a large number of some aggressive comments without mentioning that, they produced something far from being ethical and really have nothing to do with journalism or even common sense. I would like to also say that they totally removed most of my posts on my blog after I became part of EJN and my articles everywhere where signed as a Media Freedom Press Officer for EJN… would that be a coincidence? Does that mean as long as an individual is not backed up by a journalist body that can question them, they will pay disregard to a person’s human right of freedom of expression. The manipulations were quite far from being accidental. So long balanced journalism for all, and so long democracy and freedom of speech, and so long claiming there are ethics in the present media. Manipulation of the media on line by deleting, obscuring and tampering with pictures and the sequence of the comments…tells a good story.
Iqbal Tamimi is a Palestinian journalist and poet from Hebron. She is the creator of a vibrant and important activists' network Palestinian Mothers, open to all who share the vision of peace and justice, men and women alike. She is working now in UK.All posts by Iqbal Tamimi Related Groups:
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Posted on 09/21/2008 5:04 AM Comments (0)
September 8, 2008Matthau Mikojan - the lyricsSo…because I always found it hard to find those lyrics anywhere online before I thought it would be nice to post them. This album was MY present for MY birthday! Yeah I buy myself presents…but that’s the better way to have what you really want for your birthday…Well, my friends bought me some Pepperkakor (swedish biscuits), it’s not like I dislike biscuits but…I do prefer finnish music right? So here are the lyrics. This album is pretty good with some excellent song, thought, I must say, I still prefer Bloodpit…. Anyway I recommend you to buy this album, it’s really awesome right? And thanks to Jussi X for all the patience with my histeria about the shipping of this item, it was here right the 6th september!! FROM MY MOUTH TO ME AND TO YOU I remember something so it’s here to stay I’ll take the rap but please, will you go away I’m sleeping through the day, it’s better this way I don’t need anything, I just gotta leave this place I’m on my way there now, forgot to give you a call and I start again Promising only wishes to myself and I fall again It’s something I can’t stop or even understand It’s all clear but nothing you say is making sense The meaningless of matters makes them matter but nothing really matters Just give me a week and I’ll be right back home (chorous) One month behind collecting pieces back togheter And now I’m just worn and weak I am too tired but’ve had no chance to fall asleep Looking for tomorrow and I’m scared as hell From my mouth to me and to you! TOO FORTUNATE TO CRY I’m here today so far away But tomorrow I’ll be on my way home Things we do and things we say Sometimes make the world look so strange And finally I realize I’m too fortunate to cry But everything may end today and the tears, don’t ask me why Everyday I hear you say I’m too fortunate to cry And when you need a change of pace then don’t you stop this time Once again I realize I must take a look behind 20 days, Life is pain and pain turns to joy Here I stand but I’m not the same guy I am afraid and estranged I need my space but I don’t wanna stay There’s a place where nothing’s real And everything you do is based on fear They make you watch yourself on the screen And when you’re done you just wanna puke WELCOME & GOODBYE I just came back from hell Where I suddenly ran into some friends They had built me a ladder that led me back on the right track They appeared out of blue and they walked me until I was safely home They saw me as I am. No questions, only helping hands On the other side I saw many fingers pointing at me There was a wall between us to give me some sort of a shelter I saw them as they were, eyes burning, full of pure hate They spoke no words to me and I saw them turn their backs on me Not my time to go It was my time to show This is me, stripped and weak This is me, unmasked and frail This is me, take it or leave it This is me, welcome & goodbye The devil looked like me and his slaves called him my name They had powders and needles and they had everything The devil said: “give me my medicine” And I saw them put a needle into his arm There was no fire, only blackness as far as it was possible to see It wasn’t my first time there, I told myself I’ve seen this all before It only takes one step and you can kiss your ass good bye It wasn’t meant to last, maybe it was meant to make me see I can see myself in the mirror again And recognize true friendship STILETTO HEELS Cry and I’ll kiss away the tears before I finally drown Through, through your eyes of fire I run and feed desire It hurts to love every time I’m burning but so alive Cut off my head and place it onto your bed Eat my heart, bathe in my blood. Never leave my torn body alone. Run and you’ll fall off those stiletto heels still I’m to catch your fall Breathe and I’ll be the air I’ve got to get inside They say it’s a beautiful place where hopes and dreams finally come true DITCH Let me pull the plug, this day, for everyone I’m standing in a crossroads, I have been here before What can I do when it’s too late, let the monster loose I’m watching you, my friend…the best and worse I’ve ever had Straight and honest, who controls you You know I hate you Right here, right now, I dislike you Still I’m here with you My life is vanishing like this round state of mind I must collect these lines falling out of space I have so much to say, yet nothing comes out If you want something from me, I suggest you to leave Straight and honest, I don’t know you I’m not here for you Right here, right now, I dislike you Still I’m here with you NO HARD FEELINGS No hard feelings, no playing games It’s all over, we marked our face We had our freedom we had our name The price was everything taken away Take your time as the years go by Learn how to cry It will be alright We live our dreams now Does it make any difference It’s not the same we built But we sure did it our way A GIRL ON HER OWN Beautiful eyes look up to the sky, never ending distance, stars in her eyes So much time You’ll learn to cry, the cornerstone of your life on hollow ground Then one day you’ll hear them say “who are you?”, then remember us We gave you a home when the storm was close Yes we loved you, as we love you, and you know we do You’re the one and now you’re on your own Only hope that you’d know how to go on You need love more than once a day Cannot wait to see her again, it’s never… No one lies, yet nothing is true What they tell you may not be the truth I’m 25, but you are a child Someday you’ll see, you’ll read the magazines You’re the one and now you’re on your own Only hope that you’d know how to go on You’re in love more than once a day Just can’t wait to see her againt, It’s never… COME CLEAN Looking back, the things you said Seems I cannot recognize myself All I can do is stare at the door I can’t remember who I was before 30 days and night I’m finally clean Down in a hole, broke and scared ta be I shut you out and yet you stood by me I should’ve never said I’m strong and easy New morning the same old headache I’ll never learn to play along I was looking for an easy way out One look at you I said “damn those eyes” Take my hand, don’t want to crash and burn Those reasons never opened up to me And I don’t even know why I’m here APRIL SONG I love money and I’m openly vain There are many things I like about fame And it’s a bummer you don’t agree But it don’t mean a thing to me There are things, they say, that money can’t buy And I don’t know if love is a lie But I don’t want to beg all my life And I don’t even wanna bring you down Just yesterday I was living on dog-ends And today, not there yet but I’m on the mend My daddy’s dead but mom’s proud of me And I can tell you she was never pleased to pay my bills when I was busted… There are things, they say… BRING YOU BACK Is that you walking down the stairs May I guess, you got lost in the haze You didn’t leave home all alone, did you? If not today, then tomorrow you’ll smile I’m here to bring you back to life I’m here to say it is all right You are who you are, you don’t have to explain Just lay down here and drift away Who told you you’re not worth anything You’ll always have me here to lean on Some people never have to walk alone Some people never have to break a bone I’ll bring you back to life! THEN SHE CRIED I gotta go out some place on my own No reason but I’m gonna skip this song I’m no good for children and I can’t afford a home So I’ll spend the night out all alone No job has ever made me rich I’m too proud and time – it is a bitch I never thought I’d find myself beat down But I never learnt to play my hand right Things I do are not necessarily related to how I feel Don’t explode, don’t explain just say hello when we meet It’s good to know that I’m not alone My demons go wherever I go Tell me things I really need to hear Sometimes life seems to be a complex scheme Mom always used to tell me to believe She never saw a good day, never lived just for herself It’s me or this bottle, then she cried.
Posted on 09/08/2008 1:46 PM Comments (0)
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