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Chicago's 4 Seasons to Rafah and Darfur By Sam Hamod May 30, 2004
This morning, in California We are being served up The Travel Channel, talking Of the 4 Seasons Hotel in Chicago, Where the hostess is speaking of “caviar facials” and “rose petal pedicures,” and going out to “see the Cubs at beautiful Wrigley Field,”
While in Rafah, the refugees who have been bombed by American made F16s and Apache helicopters, are Refugees from their own Refugee Camp, Destroyed for the past 6 days By Israeli tanks and bulldozers, are Now barely scraping by In the quickly donated UN tents, their Temporary cement block homes Razed to the ground, their water Gone, their food Gone, Even their little zoo Smashed, the animals killed and Sent fleeing, while old women look For photos in the rubble, and Men shake their heads in Disbelief, and Mohammed Juma Holds the wounded raccoon in his Arms, asking, “Why they do this? What the zoo do to Israel? What?”
At the 4 Seasons, there is a teapot That can brew tea in 3 different ways, Mid, strong and stronger—something unique For what is called a “proper British tea” There is no mention of the world outside These plush and luxurious rooms, no thought Of roaches and food banks running dry on the South Side of Chicago, no mention or thought About this contradictory City, and the world news That cries out for solutions, for Aid, for monies that are being spent To build more palaces like the 4 Seasons
In Darfur, Sudanese are Strung out on the Long lined roads to Chad, Carrying sacks with What is left of their lives, Rationing what little water They have, breaking off the Dried, hardened bread, that Must hold them against The gnawing hunger For more days, days Without end, with hopes For better in Chad
Meanwhile, in Washington, DC President Bush is polishing off His latest attempt at solving The problem he created in Iraq, a Problem that has bedeviled him For over a year, Palestine is getting Worse, the Africans are after him For more aid—confused, He has begun to wonder Was it God or the devil who Spoke with him, to Invade Iraq—he lingers, then Moves on, he has to find a way out, He has to keep speaking, as if he has A plan, hoping he can get away With it, just like he did last year…
In Rafah, Abu Musa asks a reporter, “Why Bush he tell Sharon is o.k. to kill us? Why Bush he’s not stop Sharon? Why Bush he’s give Sharon planes to bomb us?” The British reporter turns away, wordless—
In Darfur, Im Fatma still clutches the Only picture she’s ever had of her 3 year old, from the UN aide taken a month before she starved
for these things there are no words
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