UF Students for Justice in Palestine

Via @blklivesmatter: Today, delegates from the Movement for Black Lives join organizers and activists in #Bil'in, a territory in occupied Palestine where resisters are engaged in nonviolent protest. In the fight for dignity, justice and freedom, the Movement for Black Lives is committed to the global shared struggle of oppressed people, namely the people of occupied #Palestine and other indigenous communities who for decades have resisted the occupation of their land, the ethnic cleansing of their people, and the erasure of their history and experiences.

In this violent, political climate, it is urgent that we make clear the connection between violence inflicted on Black people globally that is encouraged and permitted by the state and the profiling, harm, and genocide funded by the United States and perpetrated by Zionists vigilantes and the Israeli Defense Forces on Palestinian people. Our collective oppression mandates that we work together across geography, language and culture to decry and organize an end to capitalistic, imperialist regimes.

Tell Netanyahu I’ll read this at his funeral submitted to us by Chupin

I lost my voice today I hope God heard my roar As I screamed for what I feel is just

I won’t shed tears because not even those whose lives were stolen from them could Instead I take their place in this fight

But not showing my tears makes the pain any easier to cope with I want my brothers and sisters to sleep peacefully at night I want them to grow old after having raised the most beautiful children

I want freedom for all I want this worlds burdens to be taken off their shoulders

I want those mothers to not have to cry Because their young boy is still alive rather than dead

I’ll happily give my voice to fight this fight I’ll give a leg and arm to see the daughters of the river rejoice The sons of the trees beaming beautiful smiles

My friend would get to see his family without having to float over soil

From the mountains to the sea we chanted From the valleys to the beach we chanted

They’ll be given their home

Kill the children and then kick the mother when she weeps Tell the father his son is a terrorist when all he did was protect his family A clock became a bomb And made a rock sound like a grenade

This is no way for anyone to live

My friendship with the great actor and director Alan Rickman did not have a particularly auspicious start.

It was March 2003 when Alan turned up at London’s Royal Court theatre, clutching an edition of the Guardian’s G2 section featuring the powerful last emails of Rachel Corrie, the American activist killed by a bulldozer in Gaza. Alan had recognised that Rachel’s voice could work brilliantly on stage, and I was commissioned to help him turn her words into a play. (…)

But the play we edited together, My Name is Rachel Corrie, had a greater impact than we ever imagined, with two runs at the Royal Court, a West End transfer, and productions around the world, from New York to Haifa. And on the opening night we each admitted that we couldn’t have done justice to Rachel’s words without the other. We’d been a partnership, we agreed, however crotchety. A friendship was born.

Alan Rickman: the most loyal, playful and generous of friends

My Name is Rachel Corrie

Hi everyone,

Palestinian liberation fighters study the works of Mao Zedong in the late 1960s