[Peace-discuss] Fwd: Before I start this poem . . . .
Margaret E. Kosal
nerdgirl at s.scs.uiuc.edu
Tue Oct 29 09:21:02 CST 2002
>A MOMENT OF SILENCE, BEFORE I START THIS POEM
>
> Before I start this poem, I'd like to ask you to join me
> In a moment of silence
> In honor of those who died in the World Trade Center and the
> Pentagon last September 11th.
> I would also like to ask you
> To offer up a moment of silence
> For all of those who have been harassed, imprisoned,
> disappeared, tortured, raped, or killed in retaliation for those
> strikes,
> For the victims in both Afghanistan and the U.S.
>
> And if I could just add one more thing...
> A full day of silence
> For the tens of thousands of Palestinians who have died at the
> hands of U.S.-backed Israeli
> forces over decades of occupation.
> Six months of silence for the million and-a-half Iraqi people,
> mostly children, who have died of
> malnourishment or starvation as a result of an 11-year U.S.
> embargo against the country.
>
> Before I begin this poem,
> Two months of silence for the Blacks under Apartheid in South
> Africa,
> Where homeland security made them aliens in their own country.
> Nine months of silence for the dead in Hiroshima and Nagasaki,
> Where death rained down and peeled back every layer of
> concrete, steel, earth and skin
> And the survivors went on as if alive.
> A year of silence for the millions of dead in Vietnam - a people,
> not a war - for those who
> know a thing or two about the scent of burning fuel, their
> relatives' bones buried in it, their babies born of it.
> A year of silence for the dead in Cambodia and Laos, victims of
> a secret war ... ssssshhhhh....
> Say nothing ... we don't want them to learn that they are dead.
> Two months of silence for the decades of dead in Colombia,
> Whose names, like the corpses they once represented, have
> piled up and slipped off our tongues.
>
> Before I begin this poem.
> An hour of silence for El Salvador ...
> An afternoon of silence for Nicaragua ...
> Two days of silence for the Guatemaltecos ...
> None of whom ever knew a moment of peace in their living
> years.
> 45 seconds of silence for the 45 dead at Acteal, Chiapas
> 25 years of silence for the hundred million Africans who found
> their graves far deeper in the ocean than any building could
> poke into the sky.
> There will be no DNA testing or dental records to identify their
> remains.
> And for those who were strung and swung from the heights of
> sycamore trees in the south, the north, the east, and the west...
>
> 100 years of silence...
> For the hundreds of millions of indigenous peoples from this half
> of right here,
> Whose land and lives were stolen,
> In postcard-perfect plots like Pine Ridge, Wounded Knee, Sand
> Creek,
> Fallen Timbers, or the Trail of Tears.
> Names now reduced to innocuous magnetic poetry on the
> refrigerator of our consciousness ...
>
> So you want a moment of silence?
> And we are all left speechless
> Our tongues snatched from our mouths
> Our eyes stapled shut
> A moment of silence
> And the poets have all been laid to rest
> The drums disintegrating into dust.
>
> Before I begin this poem,
> You want a moment of silence
> You mourn now as if the world will never be the same
> And the rest of us hope to hell it won't be. Not like it always has
> been.
>
> Because this is not a 9/11 poem.
> This is a 9/10 poem,
> It is a 9/9 poem,
> A 9/8 poem,
> A 9/7 poem
> This is a 1492 poem.
>
> This is a poem about what causes poems like this to be written.
> And if this is a 9/11 poem, then:
> This is a September 11th poem for Chile, 1971.
> This is a September 12th poem for Steven Biko in South Africa,
> 1977.
> This is a September 13th poem for the brothers at Attica Prison,
> New York, 1971.
> This is a September 14th poem for Somalia, 1992.
> This is a poem for every date that falls to the ground in ashes
> This is a poem for the 110 stories that were never told
> The 110 stories that history chose not to write in textbooks
> The 110 stories that CNN, BBC, The New York Times, and
> Newsweek ignored.
> This is a poem for interrupting this program.
>
> And still you want a moment of silence for your dead?
> We could give you lifetimes of empty:
> The unmarked graves
> The lost languages
> The uprooted trees and histories
> The dead stares on the faces of nameless children
> Before I start this poem we could be silent forever
> Or just long enough to hunger,
> For the dust to bury us
> And you would still ask us
> For more of our silence.
>
> If you want a moment of silence
> Then stop the oil pumps
> Turn off the engines and the televisions
> Sink the cruise ships
> Crash the stock markets
> Unplug the marquee lights,
> Delete the instant messages,
> Derail the trains, the light rail transit.
>
> If you want a moment of silence, put a brick through the window
> of Taco Bell,
> And pay the workers for wages lost.
> Tear down the liquor stores,
> The townhouses, the White Houses, the jailhouses, the
> Penthouses and the Playboys.
>
> If you want a moment of silence,
> Then take it
> On Super Bowl Sunday,
> The Fourth of July
> During Dayton's 13 hour sale
> Or the next time your white guilt fills the room where my beautiful
> people have gathered.
>
> You want a moment of silence
> Then take it NOW,
> Before this poem begins.
> Here, in the echo of my voice,
> In the pause between goosesteps of the second hand,
> In the space between bodies in embrace,
> Here is your silence.
> Take it.
> But take it all...Don't cut in line.
> Let your silence begin at the beginning of crime. But we,
> Tonight we will keep right on singing...For our dead.
>
> EMMANUEL ORTIZ, 11 Sep 2002.
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