“CROSS (Corners)” prod by SoulOne
“I used to go to Birdland and sit in on Monday nights. One night Miles came in. I went up to introduce myself and told him how much I admired him. He looked at me and said, ‘Don’t you ever say that corny shit to nobody! I know who you are, man. You got something. Dig yourself!‘”
via - London Jazz Collector
What is happening (in Gaza) feels very familiar, I tell them. When something similar was happening to us in Mississippi, Georgia, Alabama, and Louisiana, I say, our parents taught us to think of the racists as we thought of any other disaster: to deal with that disaster as best we could, but not to attach to it by allowing ourselves to hate. This was a tall order, and as I’m talking I begin to understand, as if for the first time, why some of our parents’ prayers were so long and fervent as they stayed there on their knees in church. And why people often wept, and fainted, and why there was so much tenderness as people deliberately silenced themselves, instead using representative figures from the Bible.
(One Palestinian woman said to Walker) We don’t hate Israelis, Alice. What we hate is being bombed, watching our little ones live in fear, burying them, being starved to death, and being driven from our land. We hate this eternal crying out to the world to open its eyes and ears to the truth of what is happening, and being ignored. Israelis, no. If they stopped humiliating and torturing us, if they stopped taking everything we have, including our lives, we would hardly think about them at all. Why would we?
—Alice Walker, in her short narrative book Overcoming Speechlessness ( a short, insightful and heart wrenching read that gives a human perspective to the battles between Israel and Palestine)
Moe Dee. Special K. Sunshine.
Treacherous Three 1980