Through the tent flap the child saw bomb-light streak the sky, heard the drum of thunder that was not thunder. She should have been too young to grasp the proximity of death, but this was Gaza. She asked her mother pensively,
What if I were a river? You could build a raft, and I’d float you away from danger.
Her mother, not wanting to remind her that floating is forbidden in Gaza, like other kinds of freedom, that even the sea is walled off from the shore, replied,
Around midnight on May 7, 2024, I was arrested on the UMass campus alongside over 130 students, faculty and fellow community members. Up until the moment of my arrest, I’d been sitting on the ground, singing protest songs and sharing out granola bars with friends and colleagues, a “Ceasefire Now” banner draped across our legs.
I joined the student-led protest to pressure the UMass administration to disclose and divest from companies profiting from the sale of weapons used in the US-backed Israeli war on Palestine, an act that violates both...
On October 7, 2023, a group of Palestinian freedom fighters from the military wing of Hamas, the de facto government of Gaza, changed the world forever. In Operation Al-Aqsa Flood, a prison break and hostage-taking mission turned into a spectacle of carnage—after an exchange of gunfire between Hamas fighters and the Israeli Occupation Forces, the IOF...
I was born a Black woman and now I am become a Palestinian against the relentless laughter of evil there is less and less living room and where are my loved ones?
Editor’s note: June Jordan wrote this poem in 1982, after Sabra and Shatila. This week, as the world marked the forty-second anniversary of Sabra and Shatila, Israel carried out...