Palestinian poet Dareen Tatour was arrested last October “at a predawn raid of her home by a large number of police officers, like some dangerous criminal”:
That’s according to an editorial in the Israeli newspaper Haaretz calling for Tatour’s release.
The dangerous crime? A poem that Tatour posted on Facebook, called Qawem ya sha’abi, qawemhum,” translated by poet Tariq Al-Haydar as “Resist, My People, Resist Them.” The poem allegedy incites violence against the Israeli state. Tatour is currently under house arrest awaiting the next phase of her trial.
You can read more in today’s report by Kim Jensen, “The trials of Dareen Tatour: racism, negligence, and the G4S connection.”
Here, the celebrated Palestinian-American poet Naomi Shihab Nye shares a poem for Tatour.
Talking Forever
(For Palestine & Dareen Tatour) Naomi Shihab Nye
Say it again, resist times ten.
Those who were not politicians,
who were going to school or tending the rooms,
shops, libraries, kitchens, mint sprigs drooping in a can,
changing diapers, wiping spittle from chins,
chopping onions, snipping cucumbers from a scratchy vine,
we would have done anything for you, Palestine.
But all we knew to do was talk, talk, to everyone who already agreed.
Sign petitions, phone representatives, write checks,
wear keffiyehs tied around our necks, demonstrate,
feel hopeful that President Obama might (in his vast intelligence)
really stand up for you — what else could we do?
Talk to those who didn’t already agree? But who were we?
“If they knew our stories, they wouldn’t do these things to us,”
my Palestinian grandmother said, when she was 100 years old,
after being tear-gassed in her own room by Israelis.
She wasn’t angry – we were.
Dareen, trapped in her house for using the word “Resist” – she was there
and we were everywhere else. Easy to punish her, Israel had
no trouble trapping, oppressing, squelching, giving another name.
Pressed down for so long, those without influence over weapons or borders,
easy to ignore, refute, blame, always blame, changing the story,
inverting the facts…and they DID know the story, Sitti,
because everyone told it, Dareen told it,
Mahmoud, Fadwa, Edward, Suheir, Anton, Sharif, Nathalie, Lisa, Lena,
Khaled, Salma, Raja, Fady, Aziz, everyone told it, kept telling it,
talking forever, but the checkpoint lines got longer, pressed,
the sad orchards smaller, looming wall more riveted with cries,
the way a nightmare compounds, spinning out swirls of
hallways, blockades, locked doors, prison cells…
the powerful kept saying, Give the oppressors more money,
they are a democracy,
and the sleeping person shouted from the nightmare, Wake up!
Just let me wake up!
Woot, woot!!! Big love.
Powerful~
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Naomi Shihab Nye’s poem and the poetry of Dareen Tatour are tributes to both truth and the power of poetry to silence everything except the heart. Poems like this make us listen and think deeply. This is the power of the poem, this is why the poet is feared and attacked, but this is also why the poem will persist and carry its life and meaning forward to inspire others.