His Name is Warsama Youssouf

 

 

It is a feature of the human race that from

primordial time to the present migration

lends itself as a major urge to relocate to a

different geographical location, at times of

curiosity or a drive to discover opportunities

beckoning elsewhere, sometimes forced by

desperation to escape destitution, criminal activity

tribal antipathies, sectarian threats and often

institutional discrimination and hostility

where armed conflict wracks lives and ruins

nations. Some nations of the world are well

acknowledged for their dysfunction and

reliance on a culture of violence and where

migrants appear in pacific societies their

presence violates the established peace and

security when violent deaths, gangs, guns and

illicit drug running are identified with names

revealing origins instantly recognized by

their importation of lethal force, hatred and

a mass psychosis embracing psychopathy. 

ISIL/Syria Human Rights Exemplar

So, where were we now? Oh yes, now I

remember, the election of the Islamic State

of Iraq and the Levant to the human rights arm

of the United Nations. Right! Wrong? My

impression is all skewed, is it? Well then

correct me. Oh of course ISIL mocked human

rights, it celebrated Medieval torture and

honed its skills in atrocity-laden videos the

better to shock the world; it took human

decency to the bedrock of primal anguish

over inhumanity. So how could it qualify to

join the stalwarts of the UN's sterling-qualified

roster of human rights defenders? Well then

what in effect is the difference between Syria

and ISIL? The Syrian regime slaughtered a

half-million Syrians for the crime of opposing

the regime which failed to represent their best

interests. It committed mass torture, imprisoned

and raped men, women and children before

killing them. It sent helicopter gunships to attack

breadlines, it bombed hospitals, it used chemical

weapons on civilian populations, it dropped

barrel bombs on its Sunni Syrian population, it

created millions of displaced and refugees. It

fits right in on the UN's rights format. It is ISIL.

Another Victory for Justice

What a brilliant concept, what comfort to be

derived from a global institution designed and

created to uphold universal human rights, to

set standards by which all nations recognize the

human and state imperative to strive toward the

assurance that equality, opportunity, justice and

freedom prevail throughout the world. A world

beset by conflicting values, cultures, religions

all striving to mount pinnacles of superior power

over others convinced theirs reflects the highest

attainment of human achievement. The politics

of conquest, of ethnic and sectarian hostility all

surrender to the humanizing concept of equality 

and fairness where the great hall of member nations 

call misfits to order and consign outliers to the 

dungeon of moral opprobrium. So comforting it is 

to see a country that has seen fit to slaughter a 

half million of its own for insubordination while 

half its entire population flees the wrath of the

regime appointed to the great institution's glowing

human rights forum where it can henceforth 

pronounce judgement on other nations respecting

the rights and entitlements owing their own.

Forsaken

It's an old truism borne out as fact that whatever 

is old is new again. Wait long enough and what 

was once popular returns to yet again become 

the current fashion because 'everyone's doing it'.

That 'it' may have acquired a bad odour at some

point but no matter once it is dredged again from

the sewer of humanity's lowest common denominator

it's the flavour of the moment. That flavour sees

the interminable denunciation of Jews as horribly

flawed, their presence somehow inspiring evil in

the world given their morbid designs to grasp

whatever is of value in a satanic conspiracy to

rule the world. They once were viewed as sweet

and cuddly little mascots, emaciated in striped

pajamas with neat little tattoos, in mourning for

their loss and temporarily all their transgressions

were forgiven. Until that time when punishment

imposed by a hostile world led them to return from

whence they came and there establish defences 

capable of transforming the pitiable victims into

formidable adversaries, no longer sweet and cuddly

and susceptible to genocide, transforming them once

again into mere Jews, ridiculed, despised, forsaken.

 

 

 

Oh, CANADA!

 

My home and native land, you're breaking

my heart. As a child I was a Christ-killer.

I knew that because other children told me so.

Still a child when World War Two ended, I

overheard my father quietly telling my mother

that a mutual friend newly arrived as a 'greenie'

had recognized a guard from the slave labour camp

he had been assigned to, walking along College

Street in Toronto. As a teen I was stopped on the

street or approached on a streetcar by complete

strangers wanting to know where 'I was from'.

Canada, I said, puzzled, born here. As a young

mother scolding a boy who viciously harassed

mine and collaring him off  our property when

the father later knocked on my house door to tell 

me to keep my hands off his son. An afterthought

 paused, asking aren't  you Jews? In a lifetime of 

silent observation and random defence at offence 

reporting schoolboys at the Catholic school's office 

for chanting anti-Jew slogans, I've never doubted 

that Canada is my home, safe and secure. Now? 

Mobs of Jew-hating scum attack my people on the 

street in Canada's major cities. My prime minister 

cautions that anti-Semitism is anti-Canadian and 

so is Islamophobia ... now how did that get into the

conversation? Yes, not woke, just questioning.

 

 

The Fullness of Time

The Fullness of Time

When all else seems lost 
in the push and tug of time
the ebb and flow of our lives
there is left to us memory
and there are those treasured
albums not only in our minds
but those we so carefully
arrange chronologically as
photographs, an accounting
of joy and happiness when
fortune smiled and all was well.
Once young and vibrant,
expectant and hopeful,
living and loving our days
and finally arriving at the future
to discover the new reality
of deprivation when life turns
to loss and grief seeks proof
that happiness and the 
comfort of expanding time
once sweetly housed our dreams.

 

Truth and Consequences

For every action there is an opposing reaction

there are penalties to be paid for the invoking 

of honour, truth, justice and freedom

mere inconsequential words like human rights

to those who dispense with the pretence

they bear any responsibility to uphold

universal laws of right and wrong for to

them there is nothing wrong with their

decisions affecting untold lives of others

and everything right about accruing to

themselves the power to do as they wish

an extension of which is to punish those

with the unmitigated gall and naive intention

of holding them to account. It is the young

with their visions of idealism imbued with

the fervour of righteousness who march and

protest on behalf of the silent majority who

fear the consequences of opposing tyranny.