West of the River
“He is crying for his land! Allow him that!” Israeli soldiers, stout as desperate titanium canes, standing by, dressed and armed, dutiful and unperturbed, watches the dark and ravaged refugee become seized unto the devil. He turns into a wild animal, a creature of the desert unfurling his fangs, in desperation, for his history, for his family, for water, for himself. The...
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When you send me the message that my life is of no value. And, how can your...– Crips and Bloods: Made in America