Statement by Archbishop Emeritus Desmond Tutu on US Efforts to Curb Freedom of Speech
Archbishop Emeritus Desmond Tutu
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Statement by Archbishop Emeritus Desmond Tutu on US Efforts to Curb Freedom of Speech
Archbishop Emeritus Desmond Tutu
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‘What in the World?’ is an Irish series of tv documentaries presented and produced by Peadar King. (See also http://kmfproductions.net) In this episode, Peadar King travels to Mauritius to meet the original inhabitants of the Chagos Islands (Indian Ocean). The Chagos Islanders were secretly and brutally expelled from their homeland by British governments in the late 1960s and early 1970s, to make way for an American military base on the main island of Diego Garcia. For more information and updates on the plight of the Chagossians, please visit the website of the UK Chagos Support Association at http://www.chagossupport.org.uk.
PLEASE SIGN THE PETITION – GO TO http://www.gopetition.com/petitions/let-the-chagos-islanders-return-home.html
I first posted the following poem in May 2009. I hope you don’t mind a second read.
Rounding Up The Dogs of the Children Who Died of Sadness
Monsters came one day, dressed
in stiff uniforms. They were fed
largely on red meat and so had grown
like giants compared to the islanders.
They scarred the land as they drove,
engines growling like hungry beasts,
churning sand and dust into the terrified
eyes of the children. Those little
Brown arms grew powerless at the sight
of fists clutching the collars of their pets.
Never before had they seen such dark
nightmares. The monsters had come
To gather all the dogs of the island.
They were taken amid screams and cries,
hearts cracking like husked coconuts
flung against jagged rocks.
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How to Kill with a Paintball Gun: an International High Seas Musical
for the Benefit of the Israeli Offensive Force (a not so new arm)
“The activists were armed with knives, scissors, pepper spray and guns.”
He said he was armed only with a paintball rifle. “It was a civilian
paintball gun that any 12-year-old can play with,” he said. “I saw my
friends on the deck spitting blood.”
A soldier identified only as a sergeant interviewed
after the massacre in international waters, 31 May 2010
Make bloody certain you only carry a paintball gun
As you descend from the heavens, or a helicopter,
Landing on the deck with images of Peter Pan
In your head twirling, because you can never
Know when the passengers of a ship you are boarding
Without permission might not be willing
To give just all the world’s hugs and kisses
To give just what your world misses
A paintball gun is all you need
A paintball gun is all you need
Sing with me, all of you still rappelling down from the heavens
A paintball gun is all you need
A paintball gun is all you need
Come on now, don’t be shy, to the top of your voices
A paintball gun is all you need
A paintball gun is all you need
Be bloody ready with your paintball gun brothers
Tell the passengers to open their mouths wide
Be bloody ready with your paintball gun brothers
Aim well, not too low and not too high
A paintball gun is all you need
A paintball gun is all you need
Point your toes brothers
Let’s shock and awe
So no one ever forgets
Such magnificent pirouettes
Now flood those bloody mouths with paint
Go ahead, can’t you hear them begging
A paintball gun is all you need
A paintball gun is all you need
BANG!
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Elders Condemn Israel’s Actions
How to Kill with a Paintball Gun: an International Musical
for the Benefit of the Israeli Offensive Force (a not so new arm)
“The activists were armed with knives, scissors, pepper spray and guns.”
He said he was armed only with a paintball rifle. “It was a civilian
paintball gun that any 12-year-old can play with,” he said. “I saw my
friends on the deck spitting blood.”
A soldier identified only as a sergeant interviewed
after the massacre in international waters, 31 May 2010
Make bloody certain you only carry a paintball gun
As you descend from the heavens, or a helicopter,
Landing on the deck with images of Peter Pan
In your head twirling, because you can never
Know when the passengers of a ship you are boarding
Without permission might not be willing
To give just all the world’s hugs and kisses
To give just what your world misses
A paintball gun is all you need
A paintball gun is all you need
Sing with me, all of you still rappeling down from the heavens
A paintball gun is all you need
A paintball gun is all you need
Come on now, don’t be shy, to the top of your voices
A paintball gun is all you need
A paintball gun is all you need
Be bloody ready with your paintball gun brothers
Tell the passengers to open their mouths wide
Be bloody ready with your paintball gun brothers
Aim well, not too low and not too high
A paintball gun is all you need
A paintball gun is all you need
Point your toes brothers
Let’s shock and awe
So no one ever forgets
Such magnificent pirouettes
Now flood those bloody mouths with paint
Go ahead, can’t you hear them begging
A paintball gun is all you need
A paintball gun is all you need
BANG!
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Its heartbeat is not human.
Its gaze is cold, distant.
It flies above the clouds,
even in daylight, almost without sound.
It keeps its brain in a box
far away from its victims.
It listens to voices
in different frequencies,
voices of the soon to be dead.
Its presence is forever denied
even as it leaves
a trail of death and destruction.
Pray it does not hear
your most silent whisper.
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