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A Change of Pace…Our Brothers and Sisters At War
By KWiz | June 2, 2007
I don’t normally post about political issues…Hell, let me not start out by apologizing.
Back in the 80s, I was a HUGE MC Hammer fan. I mostly loved his dance and choreography; I used to try to imitate him, and really was successful at times!
I discovered Hammer’s blog, on which was his video “Bring Our Brothers Home.” I found the images to be stirring, a little disturbing (not in a violent way at all). Yet, regardless of your political views on the war in Iraq, I really believe Hammer’s words say it all. Take a look.
If you’re having a problem with the video - like, it doesn’t show up, the link is:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WSNcG7jt6Wo
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June 2nd, 2007 at 9:42 am
Hi KWiz. I don’t have broadband so I won’t be able to view it but I can imagine what’s on it and to be honest, I don’t really need to see it to be persuaded in any way - ‘cos my position is this:
War never did anyone any good. If war is so important to the leaders of the countries who initiate it, then let the leaders themselves go to war instead of sending other people to do their dirty work.
In Africa, there are still some parts where the strongest man in the village fights the strongest man in the rival village to settle a dispute. And I say they had/have the right idea.
Too many people are dying for too many avoidable stupid reasons - it’s all a distraction from the real things the world needs to be dealing with. Ghandi was able to settle disputes and put his point across without raising his fist. He chose to raise his mind and his spirit instead. He’s not unique in his view. There are lots of people - ordinary people - who want what he wanted. What his spirit still wants.
I think women should rule the world. Or children. Children are little leaders in their own right. When you sit down and ask them a worldly question, they give you such a clear answer. (There’s a belief (I think it’s Yoruba) that the more recently you’ve come from your mother’s womb, the wiser you are.)
Ok, I’m gonna stop now. This was meant to be a comment, not a damn blog entry!
Peace …in whatever colour you imagine it to be…
Black.Pixie
June 2nd, 2007 at 11:48 am
Kwiz, this is such a beautiful, powerful video. The lyric “Bring Our Brothers Home” reminds me of the song in Le Miz when the father sings the most haunting “Bring Him Home.”
I posted a video recently on my site by Pink called Dear Mr. President that also knocks me out artistically and stops my heart.
Artists are speaking up in their medium all over the world, and this is your medium (among others). Please don’t apologize for your stand. It might light a fire for someone. The noise and call from all our voices is being heard. It appears we will have to wait for a change of leadership to bring our boys home; we can’t seem to get the ears of the one person we want to listen.
Here’s a link to the Pink video on my site:
http://intrinsiclifedesign.squarespace.com/scaffolding/2007/5/14/my-song-for-mothers-day-dear-mr-president-by-pink.html
June 2nd, 2007 at 2:22 pm
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June 2nd, 2007 at 5:46 pm
Hi Ebele,
I love your comment! You said it - you didn’t mean for this to be a post, but if you don’t mind, I’d like to shape it into one…Thank you Ebele!
June 2nd, 2007 at 5:47 pm
Lisa, all I can say is thank you. I’ll be posting to you tomorrow…
June 3rd, 2007 at 8:13 am
KWiz
You’re more than welcome to use it, sis. I didn’t realise how strongly I felt about it or that I even had core/solid views about it ’til I started writing, so, again, I thank you.
a mango in your palm…
ebele