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Giles Duley: “My friends love the idea, Me being half man, half camera”

From Britpop and fashion in the 90s to prize-winning reportage, British photographer Giles Duley has had a remarkable career. Here he talks about the landmine that left him a triple amputee, the love that saved his life and the reality TV ‘star’ who finally tipped him – and his camera – over the edge

On 7 February this year, Giles Duley, an independent 39-year-old British photographer, was blown up by a landmine in Afghanistan. He became a triple amputee, losing his left arm and both legs. His life is a miracle – most soldiers with similar injuries do not survive. It is his suggestion that we meet at London’s Charing Cross hospital, where he is recovering from an operation to ease ossification of muscle at the end of one of his leg stumps.

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I am not used to combining interviewing with hospital visiting but it is obvious that this is typical Duley. He has stoicism and spark, wants to get on with things, is more than willing to answer questions from his hospital bed. And this is not the half of it. As soon as he is fit enough, he plans to return to Afghanistan to photograph the medical treatment of injured civilians in Kabul. He has it all worked out – even down to the tripod head (his innovation) that will attach to what remains of his left arm and on to which a camera can be affixed: “My friends love this idea of me as half man, half camera,” he says and laughs – as if this metamorphosis had always been on the cards.

Our reason for meeting is, in part, Becoming the Story, a retrospective of his work. His pictures are tremendous. He has taken former Unita soldiers in Angola, acid-burn survivors in Bangladesh, a Nuer woman giving birth to a stillborn child (for which he won an award in the Prix de la Photographie, Paris in 2010).

I tell him his images would do nothing to calm the primitive anxiety that photographers steal souls: he has an ability to see through people. And yet what shines out of the work is, above all, his respect for the uniqueness of each human being. He does not see himself as a photojournalist. He is aiming for the “universal”. Empathy is his gift. It should be me putting Duley at his ease – but it is the other way round. He looks alert and owlish in his specs but is easy, bright and talkative. His girlfriend, Jen, is at his bedside and we chat about the marathon she is running to raise money for him, then she heads off to the canteen, promising to be back soon.

Duley returns toAfghanistan as soon as she has gone – as he must repeatedly in his own mind; it is the story that has to be told in order to move on. He was with the 1st Squadron of the 75th Cavalry Regiment of the US Army, a “small unit from the midwest”, and studying the “huge impact” of war on soldiers (some no more than 20 years old). His plan was also to photograph civilian bomb victims and the work of an Italian charity, Emergency. He was into his fourth week but not making much progress. It is his pattern to get frustrated and send friends despairing emails (“I’m a rubbish photographer… I don’t know why I am here”). But he knows himself well enough by now to recognise this as a staging post: his pictures come gradually: Trust, he says, is key. Often, a project comes into focus only as it is ending.

They were in Sangsar, in rural Afghanistan, nicknamed “Heart of Darkness” by the Americans because it is where Mullah Omar, one of the founders of the Taliban, had his mosque. “Imagine the most basic of combat outposts with sandbags, mud, ramparts, no proper electricity, no running water. To go out on patrol, you went through a wire. You could be under fire within a hundred metres of the base.” And they had been fired at, only the day before, from a small, abandoned compound.

On 7 February, the plan was to search that compound. What was it they were searching for? “It’s a question that sums up the war. I don’t think anyone knew – chasing shadows.” Although, he adds, they were checking on a sniper to see where he had been shooting from.

The compound was a mud hut with a small wall around it. The patrol consisted of six Americans and six Afghani National Army soldiers. The Afghans were supposed to be taking charge but a disagreement had broken out about who was to do the searching. “The Afghans were refusing, saying the compound would be full of booby traps.” For about 15 minutes, the soldiers had been standing about and walking across a “little bit of flat ground”. It felt, therefore, like a safe spot. While the sergeants were chatting, Duley turned to talk to an American soldier. And, at once, he felt “a click in my right leg” – the pressure plate that set off the landmine. “It is pretty instantaneous from click to explosion. And yet everything seemed to go into slow motion. I was tossed by the blast but there was not much noise – just bright, white, hot light. I remember seeing myself from outside my body. Not a religious experience but intense heat and fire and the strangely calm sense of flying through the air.”

He did not pass out: “You go to a place that is beyond pain. It is funny how it is almost more painful to fall over and scrape your knee than to be blown up. Your body goes into incredible protection mode.” What he saw, after “landing with a thud” was beyond his comprehension. His left arm was ripped to shreds. “There were white bones where the fingers should have been, the skin was peeled back off the hand and smouldering. It was like a horror film. I was terrified I might be paralysed because I tried to sit up but could not move.” He did a “stocktake” of his body. “I could see clearly, I had my right hand. I could think. And what I thought was, I can still work as a photographer.” (The first thing he would later say to his sister was: “I am still a photographer” – he “needed that goal”.)

A different sort of stocktaking ensued, as each soldier shouted his name to ascertain who had been hit. “And I was letting them know it was me.” But nobody could come to Duley until they had checked for secondary devices. Minutes seemed to last an eternity: “You just want somebody there.” When Sergeant Chris Metz, leading the patrol, reached him: “He was fantastic. He asked questions about American football and whether I had a girlfriend. He kept me grounded. I felt very light-headed. My initial thought was that I was going to bleed to death quite quickly.”

People are said to review their lives in flashback when they think they are about to die. For Duley, it was a flash-forward. He remembers: “I thought about Jen and how I knew she was the person I had been looking for all my life. I remember thinking I wasn’t ready to give up on that. I thought about kids and how much I wanted them and about work. I knew how much I wanted to carry on work. And I kept shouting at the top of my voice, ‘I am not fucking dying in Afghanistan.'”

The tourniquets were the first things that really hurt. He remembers asking: “Am I dying?” And there was a moment of reckoning: “The stretcher wasn’t fully unrolled, it was ending way too soon. I could see bits of clothing and flesh in the tree above me.” He saw a soldier’s face turn grey at the sight of him – that frightened him. The sergeant offered him a cigarette and, although he had given up years before, he took it. “There was a strange Marlboro man moment when they propped me up against this canvas thing and the guy fed me a cigarette. It was calming and enjoyable – normality in the total abnormality of the situation.”

Duley remembers being lifted into the Black Hawk medevac helicopter and the pain of it. He describes the down draught from rotor blades blowing dust into his face and the heat and people all around. But his will to survive was absolute: “I remember thinking: that’s the first stage done… I’ve made it to the helicopter.”

He is still in touch with medics, Cole Reece and Mo Williams, who flew with him on the 20-minute flight to the Nato military hospital at Kandahar airfield. They were used to heavy fighting – if Williams looked “befuddled” on the flight, he explained in a recent email, it was because he was astonished: every other triple amputee they had tried to get back to Kandahar had died. “And you were chatting away, asking pertinent questions…” At the time, he told Duley: “You are a fucking hell of a fighter.”

What Williams did not know then was how much Duley had to fight for. And this is the bit that – if it were made up by a scriptwriter – you’d dismiss as an unfeasible subplot. He tells me about Jen. He had known her for a couple of years – the friend of a friend. She had been interested in photography. They had become familiar through letters – were pen-pals, e-friends. It was not until they met, face to face, not long before he went to Afghanistan, that he fell in love: “My heart leapt – I was absolutely sure she was the person for me.” They went on several dates before Christmas. And he wrote from Afghanistan: “I told her I was in love with her and absolutely sure and wanted us to be a couple.” But here is the twist: he never saw her reply. “She wrote a letter to say she felt the same way. It arrived the day I got blown up.”

Duley was at the Nato hospital for two days before being flown to Birmingham, where his brother, David, and sister, Sarah, put everything – families and careers – on hold to be with him. He had, right at the start, given out Jen’s phone number and his brother dutifully rang her but “no one in the family knew who she was”. Duley was in intensive care and worsening: he got a lung infection, his kidneys packed up and, on 26 February, the doctors summoned the family to his bedside because they thought he was not going to pull through. For two months, it was touch and go. Visitors were kept to a minimum. Jen wrote every day and his sister read her letters aloud.

“Just to hear that she loved me and that it didn’t matter what happened, that it made no difference to her. I mean, the whole thing was a shock because I didn’t even know she felt that way at all.” And he stops, his voice breaks and he needlessly apologises. He tells me how he would ask his sister to reread the letters. He couldn’t talk (because of a tracheotomy) but would “tap” emphatically.

His sister got the message in every sense: “Do you want Jen to come?” she asked. And, in mid-March, Jen did. Duley was “terrified” of how she might react to the sight of him. But from that moment on, Jen’s steadfastness has sustained him. His family, too, he says, have kept him going: “It has brought us closer.” And he clearly has many friends, who have reacted with relief on discovering that he has retained his “dark sense of humour”, that he is the person he always was.

Then he tells me a bizarre fact: his career as a photographer started in a hospital bed. He grew up in East Coker, Sussex, the youngest of five children, the son of an engineer (his father is now in his 80s and has been “wonderful”). He was keen on athletics and American football and, at 17, had gone to the US, hoping to attend college there. But he was involved in a car crash that smashed his knees and his plans. He spent six months back in England, in hospital. (“My surgeon said I would need operations on my knees later on. I have proved him wrong. My right knee is completely cured.”) During this time, his godfather died and left him his camera (an Olympus OM10) and Unreasonable Behaviour, the autobiography of war photographer Don McCullin. Duley was bowled over. He ordered every teach-yourself-photography book he could and read them in hospital. As soon as he was home, he set up a darkroom in his bedroom: “I was obsessed from the moment I took my first photograph. I wanted to make photography my career.”

At that point, many of his school friends were in bands. Duley played an “uncool” violin and bassoon; his camera gave him “credibility”. In a sense, it was his instrument: “Everyone in a band has a big ego – they love having pictures taken.” He felt he was in a band himself. He studied at Bristol and Bournemouth, but it was on the strength of his portfolio of photos of friends that he found his first jobs in London. It was the early 1990s, at the birth of Britpop – “a brilliant time”. And his career went from strength to strength.

It was not long before he was getting commissions from GQ, Esquire and Vogue. He remembers a shoot with Mariah Carey where he realised “the image is bigger than the person and what I was photographing was the image”. He took pictures of Christian Bale for Disney, was paid a small fortune but felt uneasy about the “corporate” portraits he had taken. He had moved into a world of high gloss and laboured at it. He was getting work as a fashion photographer, telling himself he must aim to be the new Mario Testino. But success and disillusionment were, all the time, growing together. In 2002, there was a turning point. He was taking pictures of a Big Brother star in a Soho hotel when a sordid argument broke out about whether she had agreed to do a topless shot. “I remember thinking, how have I ended up here? This has nothing to do with my love of photography.”

He completely lost his temper and threw his camera down on the hotel bed and – to his dismay – watched it bounce off the bed and out through the window into Charlotte Street. It was not just the end of his camera. It was, for a year, the end of his career. He moved to Hastings and became severely depressed: “I hardly left my house. I felt I had let myself down.” Yet it was during this fallow year that he started to think about what he could do in the world. He had always been “moved by the news and by people’s stories”. And he began to think how photography could be a way to “record events for posterity”.

It was the beginning of the idea behind the quarterly photographic journal he still plans to launch. Document will “tell unheard stories of those caught in conflict and economic hardship around the world and record their lives as a way to better our understanding”.

Duley was not under any illusions. He knew this was no commercial initiative. He would have to fund himself. What he did was “quite radical”. He put everything into storage and got a job as a carer, looking after someone with multiple sclerosis. He would work 24-hour shifts, seven days a week for six to eight weeks, continuously. He could not go out of the flat, so would see nobody else for that period. It was hard – he doesn’t pretend it wasn’t –but then he could go on photographic trips for four weeks.

In 2009, something extraordinary happened. He was photographing Bangladeshi refugees who had no access to medical support. Dying people were lining up in front of him, as if expecting him to cure them. In consternation, he took the village elder aside: “These people have to understand I am not a doctor. I can’t help them.” The village elder replied that they knew he was a photographer: “But it is important to them that people see what is happening to us.”

It was a moment of validation and public recognition followed. In 2010, Duley was nominated for an Amnesty International media award: “Most of the photographers had ITN or BBC or Al-Jazeera after their names. I was the only person with just my name. I had done it from my bedroom, funded everything, commissioned myself.”

I have kept the difficult question until last: why go back to Afghanistan? “Because the story I was working on is unfinished business. Because going back may be a way of making sense of what happened. And because it is nice to think that, just maybe, some kid who had had his legs blown off might look at me, see me back at work and be inspired.”

His hope is that his plight may also put an end to his moral ambivalence – his guilt – at photographing, for whatever reason, other people’s suffering. “Now I am going to feel much more comfortable,” he smiles. “I’ll be able to say, well, look what happened to me… we can have a laugh about it.”

Duley is also a realist, however. He admits he is “terrified”. He insists he is a coward. I can think of no better definition of courage than returning to Afghanistan in spite of being afraid. But in the end, he explains, it is all about independence: “I want my life back. I want to be where I was a year ago. I am desperate to take photographs again.” Sometimes, he catches himself in a full-length mirror and can be reduced to tears. He has phantom pains from missing limbs and he worries about being “defined by my injuries”.

He is not going to let any of this stop him. He has already achieved many “small victories” at the Defence Medical Rehabilitation Centre at Headley Court in Surrey. He can sit up (weeks of physiotherapy, because you don’t have the counterbalance of feet and legs); he can roll himself into a wheelchair unaided (a formidable feat) and he has taken his first steps on prosthetic legs (Herculean strength required). What’s more, he has always felt: “If you believe you can do something, you can make it happen.” As I say goodbye, I tell him I know he will make it happen, that he is already working on it. On the way out, I glimpse Jen waiting to go up. “What an amazing man,” I call out and catch her reply as she disappears into the lift: “Isn’t he just?”

the photographers who influenced me By Giles Duley

GERDA TARO (1910-37)

Famed for being the first true female war photographer (and Robert Capa’s lover), for her political views and for her death in combat at 26. She had an incredible eye, but for me her most striking quality is her compassion and empathy. Her series on the bombing of Valencia had a real impact on me. It’s a shame she doesn’t get the recognition she deserves.

ROBERT CAPA (1913-54)

He defined modern war photography. His desire to get among the action produced iconic war photographs, none more so than his incredible, blurred images of the D-Day landings. I was moved to tears when I saw them as a child. He once said: “If your picture isn’t good enough, you’re not close enough.” That advice has defined my work.

DON MCCULLIN (b 1935)

The greatest-ever photojournalist and the biggest influence on my life. It was reading his autobiography at 18 that inspired me to pick up a camera for the first time. His strong morals and empathy come across in his work. I’ve always sensed he was at one with his subject; he gives dignity to those he photographs. An amazing, thoughtful photographer.

TIM PAGE (b 1944)

I met Page when I was 20. He was more of a rock star than a photographer and I must admit I was seduced by his tales of excesses and risk-taking. In the words of Michael Herr, Page was the most “extravagant” of the “wigged-out crazies running around Vietnam” and he was the inspiration for Dennis Hopper’s character in Apocalypse Now.

JAMES NACHTWEY (b 1948)

The most important working war photographer. His work is of such an incredible quality from concept to print and as something of a perfectionist myself I am in awe of his professional standards. He comes across as a reserved and private man, who lets his photography speak; the way it should be.

TIM HETHERINGTON (1970-2011)

He redefined war photography. His use of colour and multimedia and his choice of subject matter were pioneering. His book, Infidel, is moving and unique, as is his film, Restrepo. His restrained photographs of sleeping soldiers in Afghanistan tell more about modern war than any action shot. I was in intensive care when I heard of his death, a terrible loss.

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Talk in diplomatic circles: Israel and Palestine discuss two-state solution

For the first time in over a year, Israeli and Palestinian representatives sat down to the negotiating table in an attempt to resolve the Middle Eastern peace deadlock. This time, they met in neighboring Jordan.

The issues on the table, as RT’s Paula Slier reports, were borders and security, with the Palestinian Autonomy reiterating their call for an Israeli withdrawal to the pre-1967 borders as the basis for the two-state solution. They also called for the release of all Palestinian prisoners as an indication that Israel is serious about the resumed talks. Further, the Palestinians continue to insist on a freeze of the construction of illegal Jewish settlements in the West Bank and East Jerusalem.

But while the talks were underway in Amman, Israel’s Lands Administration announced that it was issuing tenders for some 300 new homes to be built on occupied Palestinian territory, an indication indeed of Israel’s commitment.

Israeli representatives maintained that no preconditions can be placed on the negotiations, which they say must address every current issue. The Israeli side demanded its own indication of commitment from the Palestinians, in the form of ceased rocket attacks from Gaza into Israel.

Jordanian Foreign Minister Nasser Judeh, who was present at the talks in the Jordanian capital along with representatives of the Middle East Quartet, said “no major breakthroughs have been made” – but also that “it is very important that the two sides spoke face to face.”

It is the first time negotiators from Tel Aviv and Ramallah have sat down together in over a year, with the last attempt at peace talks breaking down in September 2010.

But even though many were excited to see Palestinian and Israeli negotiators at the same table, some – including the concerned parties themselves – said in advance that the meeting is only a discussion to figure out how – and indeed whether – negotiations can proceed.

Tension in the Middle East is palpable, though both sides are downplaying the importance of the Jordan meeting, refusing to call it a “negotiation.” But pressure is mounting, with Palestinian President Mahmoud Abbas warning of potential “new measures” against Israel if Tuesday’s meeting fails to bring about a resumption of negotiations.

JDL Targets Ron Paul And Other ‘Israel Haters’

 

JDL Targets Ron Paul And Other ‘Israel Haters’

 

 

 

Armchair Activist: Congressional Haters Of Israel

 

Posted June 22, 2002

 

 

 

The following is a list of US Senators and Members of the House of Representatives who voted “No” on the resolutions of May 2, 2002 that supported Israel. It is incumbent upon every American supporter of the state of Israel to work to defeat these individuals when they come up for re-election.

 

 

 

SENATORS VOTING “NO” (2)

 

 

 

Robert Byrd, Dem., West Virginia Ernest Hollings, Dem., South Carolina

 

 

 

HOUSE MEMBERS VOTING “NO” (21)

 

 

 

Neil Abercrombie, Dem., Hawaii, David E. Bonior, Dem., Michigan Rick Boucher, Dem., Viriginia, Gary A. Condit, Dem., California John Conyers Jr., Dem., Michigan, Peter A. DeFazio, Dem., Oregon John D. Dingell, Dem., Michigan   Earl F. Hilliard, Dem., Alabama Jay Inslee, Dem., Washington, Jesse L. Jackson Jr., Dem., Illinois Gerald D. Kleczka, Dem., Wisconsin    Barbara Lee, Dem., California Cynthia A. McKinney, Dem., Georgia George Miller, Dem., California David R. Obey, Dem., Wisconsin   Ron Paul, Rep., Texas Thomas E. Petri, Rep., Wisconsin   Nick J. Rahall II, Dem., West Virginia Dana Rohrabacher, Rep., California, Nick Smith, Rep., Michigan Fortney Pete Stark, Dem., California

 

 

 

We will update this page whenever votes are cast concerning Israel in Congress.http://www.jdl.o rg/action/armchair/congress_israel.shtml

 

 

 

Comment

 

 

 

From Ben

 

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The Israeli Undermining Of American Democracy

 

 

 

Hello. I am probably what you’d call one of the “silent majority”.. who listens and reads, but rarely gives any feedback even on superb sites such as your own. It’s probably not the best course of action, as I’m sure constant feedback helps determine what’s best to post for your readers, but I’m of that school of thought that Mark Twain spoke of when talking about fools and opening one’s mouth. (at least when it comes to contacting people a bit more prominent than average.. put me in a forum or a chat room where it’s all mostly meaningless and I’ll not be so restrained)

 

 

 

Well tonight I decided I have had quite enough crap, and decided to risk proving myself a fool by opening my mouth, so to speak. I’ve seen several news items on your site related to people like Ron Paul, and feel like this is a person (along with those of you who provide a viable news alternative to the corporate media’s tripe) who has real potential to cut through the crap and help fix our rather twisted state of affairs. As you might imagine, I was rather distressed to find out that people like Ron Paul are targets to be removed from office, solely based on things like opposing blanket support for Israel. The site http://www.jdl.o rg/action/armchair/congress_israel.shtml provides a list of them.

 

 

 

I decided to poke around a little bit on this site, and found they have a listing (“Dear JDL:”) of selected responses to their content.. both Email and “snail-mail”. I notice that it’s filled with a mixture of blind support and blind rage. That’s fine, I understand posting both.. the blind support to lend legitimacy to their “cause”, and the blind rage to show that they are victims and should be supported against such tyranny. Well I decided to give them something I doubt they’ll quote.. or if they do, it’ll be with heavy editing to suit their purposes. I sincerely doubt this is very “newsworthy”, aside from any desire you might have to point out that people like Ron Paul are targets.. but I figured you might get a chuckle from seeing my Email to them. I don’t claim to be the most politically-aware person you’ll ever encounter, but of what I do see, I call it like I see it. Your site has been a great help in getting me to keep my eyes open and question everything they feed us, so I figure it’s the least I can do to repay you with a bit of amusement.

 

 

 

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“Dear JDL”

 

 

 

http://www.netureikarta.org/

 

 

 

I know, of course, you don’t have the stomach to print anything that isn’t blind hate-mail or blind agreement with your propaganda.. so you probably won’t make this public on your website unless I were to fill it with tons of obscenities, and I’m guessing you’d still edit out the website link. I, however, shall make it public on several Internet forums. Apparently from the link above, even “your” own people can’t stand the hijacking of the Jewish religion by Zionist pigs. I see that your kind must even have sites that counter Neturei Karta and try to proclaim it as “Palestinian propaganda” with some propaganda of your own.

 

 

 

I used to think that there was nothing in this world that I loathed more than organized religion. The brainwashing, the killing of “non-believers” in the name of said religions, etc. Now there’s something that surpasses that loathing: the use of organized religion as a political weapon. You and your fellow Zionists wrongly wrap yourself up in the cloak of religious righteousness and proceed to screw the world senseless to further your own goals. It’s obvious you don’t really believe in a higher power, or you would not seek to so wantonly destroy his/her/its other creations in your fellow man, using that religion you pay lip service to and try to hide behind.

 

 

 

How is it that I, a “lowly” “Atheist” (I have a rough equivalent to your “beliefs”, but it’s easier for conversational purposes to just claim Atheism) have more overall respect for other members of the human race than your entire (illegal, by “your” own law, see link above) State can manage?

 

 

 

You would probably try to accuse me of “anti-Semitism” at some point for writing this Email.. but I must warn you that I am aware that that term is incorrect. Dictionary.com’s primary definition of a Semite is: “A member of a group of Semitic-speaking peoples of the Near East and northern Africa, including the Arabs, Arameans, Babylonians, Carthaginians, Ethiopians, Hebrews, and Phoenicians.” My policy is to have no issue with anyone from any other location on the planet, UNLESS they portray themselves to be superior to another solely based on where they live. Since I do not see people jumping up and down proclaiming they are Semites and the rest of us can kindly piss off, I have no problem with a Semite. “Anti-Jewish”, perhaps? Well, beyond my dislike of all organized religion for reasons mentioned above, I don’t really care what religion a person belongs to as long as it has no impact on my life. “Anti-Zionist” would just about cover it, however.. IF the distinction is made that Zionism is a POLITICAL MOVEMENT hiding behind an organized religion. I have “political movements” from time to time, and I can’t say they’re pleasant experiences.

 

 

 

Now that I have all that off my chest and we have a few clarifications in place, we’ll get to the point of this Email. I notice that you have a “hit list” of people in the American government whom you pretend need removal on the sole basis of not supporting your (illegal) State blindly, as you seem to think we all need to do. Sure, you can throw your dirty money at removing people like Cynthia McKinney and Ron Paul.. but as more and more people catch onto your manipulations, we’ll just keep finding new replacements for them.

 

 

 

Eventually, like a poorly-worded Du(m)bya lie, something will click that exposes your kind’s (and by “your kind”, I mean Zionists.. in case you should try to manipulate this otherwise) treachery to a large group of people. I don’t envy your lot in life once that happens.. and I don’t think there’s any religion your political movement can hide behind that will shelter you from the anger of millions of Americans realizing that you’ve been using them shamelessly for your movement’s own goals. While admittedly not the most patriotic person in my section of the world, I do know that not many people like being used.

 

 

 

Please, keep going after “anti-Israel” members of Congress. The more you act, the more chance you have to slip up and expose your REAL motivations to the general population.

 

 

 

Signed,

 

 

 

— A person who believes the integrity of the human race is far more important than any petty political goal.


HOW PALESTINIANS ARE HEROES, LIVING ALONGSIDE ZIONIST BACKED THUGS

Amira Hass on a people who one day will be seen as having suffered under the rule of a Zionist ruled dictatorship (funded and indulged by a global, Jewish Diaspora, including countless liberal Zionists, who remain silent or conflicted):

The Palestinians are heroes, and that’s the only fact that’s relevant after the slight shock of the hilltop thugs. The hands are the hands of thugs, and the head? The head is the head of the hostile regime under which the Palestinians live and which harasses them every moment of every day, week after week for decades. To live this way and remain sane – that’s heroism. “And who says we’re sane?” Palestinians answer me. Well, here’s the proof: self-irony.

The thugs of the hills are only the icing on the cake. Most of the work is being done by thugs wearing kid gloves. Unlike the people who threw the stone at the deputy brigade commander, these are fan favorites in Israel. The flesh of our flesh. Officers and soldiers, military jurists, architects and contractors in the service of the army, Interior Ministry and National Insurance Institute clerks. The hands are their hands. The head is the head of the demos, the Israeli-Jewish people, who by the democratic process send governments to be the dictator over the Palestinians.

What is the Israeli dictatorship over the Palestinians? Not only control of their space and the creation of isolated enclaves; not only the 19-year-olds who are sent – masked and armed to the teeth – on military raids (560 last month, according to the monitoring group in the PLO’s negotiations department ); not only daily arrests (257 arrests in November, including 15 Gazans ) and the 758 temporary roadblocks that were placed on West Bank roads that month.

The dictatorship is not even just a ban on Palestinian construction in more than 60 percent of the West Bank, permission to invent a new law every day to disenfranchise and expel, and the demolition, during 2011, of 500 Palestinian dwellings, wells, cisterns, animal pens, toilets and other essential structures. The dictatorship is all that together, and much more.

STOP AID TO ISRAEL NOW!


Walnut Creek Jewish Community Center set to shut down Friday, 12/16/2011

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The Contra Costa Jewish Community Center in Walnut Creek is shutting down Friday and suspending its adult day care programs and preschool — a move that has blindsided patrons of the 27-year-old center.

“I am absolutely sick,” Darby Lockett said Thursday outside the center on Tice Valley Road. For two years Lockett and her husband, Dudley, have come to the center for an adult day program for people with Alzheimer’s, which Dudley attends. Darby is part of a support group there once a week.

The teachers, who are losing their jobs, are wonderful, said Lockett, who doesn’t know where she and her husband will go.

The JCC sent a letter Wednesday to parents of the preschool program, saying activities would be suspended starting Friday. The center, apparently having major financial difficulties, broke off from the Jewish Federation and The Jewish Community Foundation of the East Bay, based in Oakland, about a year and a half ago. The JCC becoming its own entity had nothing to do with the closure, said Rabbi James Brandt, CEO of the federation and foundation. Instead, he cited the economy and difficulties in fundraising as the reasons, adding that he was as shocked as everyone else to learn Wednesday of the closure.

“At an urgent board meeting last week it was determined that we are now at a point where the current offerings and corresponding fundraising activity cannot guarantee sufficient cash to cover the programs at the Tice Valley facility,” according to the letter from Robert Rich, JCC president, who did not return calls for comment. “Given this, the only course to take was, and is, to suspend the activities of the (adult day program), the JCC preschool and all other on-site programming.”

The letter also said employees at the center will be laid off and the property put up for sale.

With around 400 members and about 70 children in the preschool, the center apparently has had financial problems for the past few years. A federal tax return covering April to June 2010 shows a $151,253 deficit just for those three months. The JCC had to begin filing its own tax records after spinning off from the federation.

Brandt said they are working to help the families displaced by the closure.

“As sad as this is, one of the things that is heartening to me is we have been working full time with preschools and synagogues in the community … and they are really coming together to find new options for the displaced children,” he said.

Parents gathered at the center Thursday said their main concern is the kids. They said they are working feverishly to plot their next move; they hope they can somehow keep the preschool program going, either at the JCC or somewhere else.

Thursday was the Hanukkah party at the school, and parent Mark Lipton wondered how you tell your child that today is the party and tomorrow is the last time they may see their friends.

“Because it’s children, the number one goal is continuity,” he said.

Other parents said that because it’s winter break, finding a new school immediately may be impossible. The parents have set up an email address — helpjcckids@gmail.com — for anyone who wants to donate or get information.

The shock over news of the closure was evident Thursday. Making it harder to fathom was that, for years, the organization had told its members it wanted to expand and was asking for money to fund that.

In 2008, the JCC won the right from the City Council to develop 2.6 acres next to its Tice Valley center into an 80-unit condo complex. It was a controversial approval, but JCC leaders said the development was necessary to raise money to help pay for a $40 million expansion planned for the center. That development was never started.

Another wrinkle is that the city’s Tice Valley Gym, next door to the Jewish center, was built in 1995 on JCC-owned land. In exchange, the JCC is allowed to use the gym, where it still plans to hold some of its extracurricular classes, said Barry Gordon, director of Arts, Recreation and Community Service for the city. And the city has a 99-year lease for the gym land, so even if the JCC is sold, the city gym will remain, he said.

No one associated with the JCC returned calls for comment.

WHAT DO I WANT TO BE WHEN I GROW “OLD”

WHAT I WANT TO BE WHEN I GROW OLD
IS HAPPY, HEALTHY, SMART AND BOLD
I DON’T NEED DIAMONDS, RUBIES, GOLD
WHAT I NEED CAN’T BE BOUGHT OR SOLD

THE LOVE OF FAMILY FAR AND NEAR
TO BE WITH ANY TIME OF YEAR
NOT JUST FOR CHRISTMAS,(BIRTHDAYS TOO)
BUT ANY DAY FOR ME WILL DO.

SO WHAT TOU ASK HAS PROMPTED THIS
PERHAPS IT WAS MY PUPPY’S KISS
BUT MORE THAN THAT I’M SO CONTENT
I THINK YOU KNOW “IT’S LOVE” I MEANT.

by Geraldine H. Miller

(My Mom)