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Palestine: Never Before has a people suffered such an injustice,
yet displayed resilience and resistance - like Never Before.
Discussions on Palestine and the Palestinian cause have included attempts
to link it to the struggle of South Africans under the apartheid regime
the struggle of the Vietnamese people
the Algerian revolution or other just causes throughout history
The conclusion,however,was that it cannot be compared to any
Khader Adnan: His dignity. Our shame.Editor's Desk, New in Ceasefire - Posted on Thursday, February 16, 2012 10:25
Editorial | Khader Adnan: His dignity. Our shame.
This week, Khader Adnan entered his third month of a hunger strike
against his unlawful detention and mistreatment at the hands of the Israeli military.
The deafening silence by world leaders and media at his plight shames us all.
By Hicham Yezzais (editor-in-chief of Ceasefire Magazine UK)
Palestinians protest in solidarity with Khader Adnan
Somewhere in the Middle East, a 33-year old man is today entering the 60th day of a hunger strike.
He is currently lying as he has done for weeks with one hand, and one leg,
shackled to his hospital bed. By the time you read this, he could be dead.
Of course, had he been an Iranian opposition journalist,
The Coffee GodThe Coffee God behind the counter shuffles foot to foot, a dance of steam and espresso. Black painted fingernails, inch gauged ears and a gray striped sweatshirt, hood crooked on his back. There's a cigarette tucked behind one ear; it bobs and twitches with each step.
“Non-fat caramel latte,” he calls, just as he always does, part of a spell, part of a mantra, toneless (just a tuck at the end). I reach. He looks up.
The espresso maker hisses.
There's something like a grin, something like a spark, something like a shared secret linked eye to eye. When he passes over the drink (rough cardboard sleeve hot to the touch), he lingers. Our fingers brush, a shiver, a jolt, a ten-watt shock.
The Coffee God tilts his chin, shouts, “Hey, mind if I take my break now?”
and ducks around the counter without waiting for a reply.
He slips his cigarette between his lips without taking his eyes from mine. I follow him out the door.
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