Tuesday, 13 January 2009

A miserere for the children

Up to now on Sunset Strip as the tragicomedy unfolds the first 1,000 have been killed. 35% of the killed are chidren. Children yet to die have been traumatized. The world's 4th largest army is wreaking its vengance. 80,000 people have been forced out of their homes. In the UN's 38 schools 35,000 people shelter from the blitzkrieg, the blitzkrieg which has no end in sight.
The world's politicians continue to pontificate. Yesterday, Tony Blair, the Middle East Special Envoy (or whatever he calls himself) received his Medal of Honour from his friend George W Bush. We saw it on television.
What we didn't see on television, if we didn't have Aljazeera, was what was going on yesterday in Sunset Strip. Aljazeera is the only international television station with reporters in locus. Israel has not had a reporter in the enemy's camp for 2 years. BBC and CNN reporters, and all international reporters, are banned from entering the war zone.
Why is the world's news media banned from Sunset Strip? That is an important question. Reporters are supposed to report from war zones. That is their job. There was even a time, go back as far as you like, when artists armed with canvas and brushes found themselves in war zones and on battlefields. So why this new rule? Why this no reporters, no cameras, no artists rule? Doubtless some of the world's courageous and dedicated newshounds will sniff out the 'Why' of this in due course.
As we wait for the truth to emerge from the fog of war I offer a miserere for the children of Sunset Strip and say to the world's dithering and overpaid politicians: You do nothing but insult those 350 dead children and their mothers with your windbag pontifications and your tragicomedy gongs and ribbon parties.

from Psalm 52
(for politicians and diplomats
who didn't try too hard)

Why do you boast of evil, you
mighty man?
Why do you boast all day
long,
you who are a disgrace in the
eyes of God?
Your tongue plots destruction;
it is like a sharpened razor

from Psalm 86
(for all the dead children
and those about to die)

The arrogant are attacking me,
O God;
a band of rutheless men seeks
my life -
men without regard for you.
But you, O Lord, are a
compassionate and
gracious God,
slow to anger, abounding in
love

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