jason jones behind the veil

first there was Wasilla. then came ASU and Florida. each time, as i shuddered and cringed, i thought he couldn’t get any better… and then Jason Jones went to Iran.

because i can’t stick these on my fridge:

I`ra`ndecision 2009: Ahmadinejad rally in Tehran

Behind the Veil: part 1 – Minarets of Menace

part 2 – Persians of Interest

part 3 – Ayatollah You So

part 4 – The Kids Are Allah Right

Moment of Zen – Iranian playground

صلح و عشق :: peace and love

LB

no excuse for apathy

the events that are unfolding are significant on a number of levels – first and foremost for the people of Iran and their self-determination. but i suspect, like many others online tonight suspect, that we may yet see an even wider change…

i feel something like sadness underneath the amazement and horror at what is being broadcast via the new media today. there is a degree to which i am ashamed. that we who have so much freedom squander the right to publicly rally and raise our voices.

“Life has come to a halt. There were at least 2-3M in the streets today. I’ve never seen such anger. We are not going let this go. They’ve closed all the universities (during final exams) and have started a purge. Many of our professors are missing and student organizers are moving constantly to avoid detainment. The police is just watching and the army has declared neutrality. The violence is 100% caused by the BASIJ and thugs who are roaming the streets. They seem to be targeting girls, swinging with clubs and chains. Its disgusting but we are protected by numbers. Get the word out– the more of us stand together, the safer each individual will be. The reports of the university attacks yesterday are true. We don’t know how many were hurt or killed.”
from a dish reader, here. italics and highlight my own.

i hope we learn from the people of Iran. for not only do we not stand up and use our freedom to speak loudly in solidarity with those who are voiceless in other parts of the world, we rarely stand up for the voiceless in our own neighbourhoods…

for those who have lost their lives and suffered brutality, may we feel deep sorrow…

as the bumper sticker say,

if you’re not outraged, you’re not paying attention

and most of the time, i’m not…
they are outraged. and i am humbled to be alive to witness their courage and tenacity.

for in all of this, i can only speak for myself. when i say, “we“, i really mean “i“. but if they seek others to add their voice, count me in the collective…

LB

rethink

what a difference a week makes…

last saturday it was so warm the blinds had to be shuttered to keep cool. today, woken at around 6.30am by the forecasted heavy rain. not anticipated was the hail that came with it. it’s june 6th. and i’m wearing 3 pairs of socks right now as the only place i can pick up wifi, ’til my own broadband gets connected next week, is at my desk with the window open. so this is how we get to be so many shades of green: a rainy 48degrees in june.

this week has filled with much crafts, reframing and hanging artwork, altering and mending clothes. which for the most part has been calm and quiet.

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the end of a week comes and i’m not surprised to see i wasn’t the only one who thought the collection of it’s so personal testimonies on abortion would make a powerful and worthwhile book. i admire sullivan for his openness to share his own changing perspective in light of these stories, and the acknowledgement that he, “needs time to think and rethink”.

in ikon we have often talked about how the law is always trying to keep up with justice. for every rule…

we all hold postions in the abstract until such time as we either experience the reality or we open ourselves up to hearing the stories of those who have lived the reality.

i have changed this week as i too have been thinking and rethinking. these stories shook me to the core. i have found myself standing at the kitchen sink mopping dishes and suddenly weeping. but i don’t regret reading them, or allowing them to help change me.

if g-d is compassion, that which or whom suffers with, then g-d is everywhere in these stories. i have prayed many times this week, wondering where it might take me to.

maybe the apostle paul was onto something when he wrote,

so no matter who you are, if you pass judgement you have no excuse. it is yourself you condemn when you judge others, since you behave in the same way as those you are condemning.

– romans 2, v.1

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20 years on from Tiananman Square, i am reminded that the names of the majority of those who stand for peace will not be in history books…

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bricks healing bricks. i love this.

LB

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