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256 pages, Hardcover
First published February 11, 2025
I once credulously believed that our testimonies would be considered credible only once we attained “respectability.” Colonial logic gaslights us to believe that it is our shortcomings, not colonialism itself, that stand between us and liberation. And so we spend our years on a circuitous journey toward an impossible atonement. We accept starting the story at “Secondly.” But in truth, and to state the obvious, nothing renders me killable. Before I threw the rock, they stole my land. Before I picked up the rifle, they shot my loved ones. Before I made the makeshift rocket, they put me in a cage. What I read cannot be used as a pretext to kill me, even if I filled my library with books written by psychopaths, interchangeably stacking copies of Mein Kampf and Hillary Clinton’s Hard Choices.
Our massacres are only interrupted by commercial breaks. Judges legalize them. Correspondents kill us with passive voice. If we are lucky, diplomats say that our death concerns them, but they never mention the culprit, let alone condemn the culprit. Politicians, inert, inept, or complicit, fund our demise, then feign sympathy, if any. Academics stand idle. That is, until the dust settles, then they will write books about what should have been. Coin terms and such. Lecture in the past tense. And the vultures, even in our midst, will tour museums glorifying, romanticizing what they once condemned, what they did not deign to defend – our resistance – mystifying it, depoliticizing it, commercializing it. The vultures will make sculptures out of our flesh.Amidst widespread Western and Zionist propaganda, even the so-called 'liberal' allies of the Palestinian cause often end up being self-referential when pledging or organising support: why imagine that it were your children and your loved ones being bombed, starved, and murdered in cold blood? Is it not enough that some million others are?
And we die. Snipers here, warplanes there, expulsions, exiles, erasure, genocide, infanticide, humiliation, heartache, bereavement, imprisonment, theft, thirst, torture, famine, poverty, isolation, defeatism, blackmail, sacrifice, heroism, altruistic suicide.
I once credulously believed that our testimonies would be considered credible only once we attained "respectability." Colonial logic gaslights us to believe that it is our shortcomings, not colonialism itself, that stand between us and liberation. And so we spend our years on a circuitous journey toward an impossible atonement. We accept starting the story at "Secondly." But in truth, and to state the obvious, nothing renders me killable. Before I threw the rock, they stole my land. Before I picked up the rifle, they shot my loved ones. Before I made the makeshift rocket, they put me in a cage. What I read cannot be used as a pretext to kill me, even if filled my library with books written by psychopaths, interchangeably stacking copies of Mein Kampf and Hillary Clinton's Hard Choices.A book like this really shouldn't need to exist. But since we live in a world where it has to, I'm grateful for El-Kurd's direct, poetic and accessible prose, for insights valuable enough to name him the Frantz Fanon of our time. Towards the end, El-Kurd speaks about how he's coming to see humour as a salve and a way to further resistance and resilience, something he didn't use much while writing this book. It's the one thing you can't take his word on – he's actually quite funny!
I once credulously believed that our testimonies would be considered credible only once we attained "respectability." Colonial logic gaslights us to believe that it is our shortcomings, not colonialism itself, that stand between us and liberation. And so we spend our years on a circuitous journey toward an impossible atonement. We accept starting the story at "Secondly." But in truth, and to state the obvious, nothing renders me killable. Before I threw the rock, they stole my land. Before I picked up the rifle, they shot my loved ones. Before I made the make-shift rocket, they put me in a cage.
"Gaza cannot fight the empire on its own. Or, to use an embittered proverb my grandmother used to mutter at the evening news, 'They asked the Pharaoh, 'Who made you a pharaoh?' He replied, 'No one stopped me.'"There's obviously a lot more to this book than my mere highlights, so please read it! This is such an important and relevant book and it is a must-read, in my humble opinion.