Hi all!
Although i've been reading through the forum for a while now, this is my first post. I am not sure whether i am posting this in the right place, i just didn't see it fit under any other title.
My name is Irini (greek for peace :) ) and i live in Cyprus. Like in many other countries, there were those of us in Cyprus who declared our opposition to the War in Iraq and the Bush Regime this past weekend, by marching and demonstrating outside the US embassy on saturday morning. The small number of participants (we were not even 100) was attributed to the weather: "It's such a lovely sunny spring day; excellent to spend it with friends at coffee shops" i heard several say. The coffee shop culture won that morning, as it wins nearly daily in keeping the people uninformed, disinterested. And as we marched through busy streets and overflowing cafes, holding our banners, shouting slogans, we were greeted with looks of dissaproval. Our voices were disturbing to the ears, our presence was spoiling the sunny morning picture. "You are not changing anything by walking" said an old man who watched us from the doorway of his tailor shop. But we kept walking and shouting because that's what we were doing.
The almost 100 of us were later greeted by barbwires a kilometer away from the US embassy. That's how close they let us go. We shouted and blew our wistles, but it was obvious they did not want to hear. The TV channels and the journalists left the scene early; they had not much to report from our little demonstration. They heard us not when we opposed our government's aid towards the US army, which provides bases for landing and take off, which allows the use of our land, ports and air by US and British army vehicles. We marched back to the capital's main square feeling that we affected nothing of what is happening outside. But we felt a difference inside.
The events related to the anniversary of the 3 year occupation and war on Iraq came to an end last night, with attending a reading of Simon Levy's stage adaptation of Eliot Weinberger's essay, “What I Heard About Iraq”. I know that the SOTT page in June 18th 2003 presented an article by Weinberg titled "What Is Happening in America?"
http://www.informationclearinghouse.info/article3807.htm.
Below you can read Weinberg's "What i heard about Iraq" if you are not familiar with it; I recommend it to all of you.
http://www.lrb.co.uk/v27/n03/wein01_.html
Here is also a link to the schedule of the world wide reading of the play:
http://www.fountaintheatre.com/WorldwideReadingofWHATIHEARDABOUTIRAQ.htm
Most of us were noding last night while forgotten by now quotes were rising again from the depths of memory. Sometimes you could hear a chuckle here and there accompany the absurdity and contradiction of sayings. But mostly it was a heavy silence in the audience of about 65. And yet i am sure some part of us wished for that reading to end, i admit i felt it, it was too much, all at once. Some part of our minds kept saying "this cannot be true, i'll wake up". Yet the names and the facts shushed it. Silence remained our punishment, for there were no voices left in our heads to convince us otherwise... You know how you think you understand something, you are aware of it, but something takes place and you know that only now you really Understand and you would have not known you understood better unless you reached the point when you did? Last night did this to me. Read the article...
Although i've been reading through the forum for a while now, this is my first post. I am not sure whether i am posting this in the right place, i just didn't see it fit under any other title.
My name is Irini (greek for peace :) ) and i live in Cyprus. Like in many other countries, there were those of us in Cyprus who declared our opposition to the War in Iraq and the Bush Regime this past weekend, by marching and demonstrating outside the US embassy on saturday morning. The small number of participants (we were not even 100) was attributed to the weather: "It's such a lovely sunny spring day; excellent to spend it with friends at coffee shops" i heard several say. The coffee shop culture won that morning, as it wins nearly daily in keeping the people uninformed, disinterested. And as we marched through busy streets and overflowing cafes, holding our banners, shouting slogans, we were greeted with looks of dissaproval. Our voices were disturbing to the ears, our presence was spoiling the sunny morning picture. "You are not changing anything by walking" said an old man who watched us from the doorway of his tailor shop. But we kept walking and shouting because that's what we were doing.
The almost 100 of us were later greeted by barbwires a kilometer away from the US embassy. That's how close they let us go. We shouted and blew our wistles, but it was obvious they did not want to hear. The TV channels and the journalists left the scene early; they had not much to report from our little demonstration. They heard us not when we opposed our government's aid towards the US army, which provides bases for landing and take off, which allows the use of our land, ports and air by US and British army vehicles. We marched back to the capital's main square feeling that we affected nothing of what is happening outside. But we felt a difference inside.
The events related to the anniversary of the 3 year occupation and war on Iraq came to an end last night, with attending a reading of Simon Levy's stage adaptation of Eliot Weinberger's essay, “What I Heard About Iraq”. I know that the SOTT page in June 18th 2003 presented an article by Weinberg titled "What Is Happening in America?"
http://www.informationclearinghouse.info/article3807.htm.
Below you can read Weinberg's "What i heard about Iraq" if you are not familiar with it; I recommend it to all of you.
http://www.lrb.co.uk/v27/n03/wein01_.html
Here is also a link to the schedule of the world wide reading of the play:
http://www.fountaintheatre.com/WorldwideReadingofWHATIHEARDABOUTIRAQ.htm
Most of us were noding last night while forgotten by now quotes were rising again from the depths of memory. Sometimes you could hear a chuckle here and there accompany the absurdity and contradiction of sayings. But mostly it was a heavy silence in the audience of about 65. And yet i am sure some part of us wished for that reading to end, i admit i felt it, it was too much, all at once. Some part of our minds kept saying "this cannot be true, i'll wake up". Yet the names and the facts shushed it. Silence remained our punishment, for there were no voices left in our heads to convince us otherwise... You know how you think you understand something, you are aware of it, but something takes place and you know that only now you really Understand and you would have not known you understood better unless you reached the point when you did? Last night did this to me. Read the article...