A video collage I made for an Alternative Media seminar. The assignment, to “curate” some YouTube video.
“There are No Checkpoints in Heaven”
My father was a man who always defied the notion that one can only be the outcome of his circumstance. Expelled from his village at the age of 10, running barefoot behind his parents, he was instantly transferred from the son of a landowning farmer to a penniless refugee in a blue tent provided by the United Nations in Gaza. Thus, his life of hunger, pain, homelessness, freedom-fighting, love, marriage and loss commenced.
The fact that he was the one chosen to quit school to help his father provide for his now tent-dwelling family was a huge source of stress for him. In a strange, unfamiliar land, his new role was going into neighboring villages and refugee camps to sell gum, aspirin and other small items. His legs were a testament to the many dog bites he obtained during these daily journeys. Later scars were from the shrapnel he acquired through war.
More of Ramzy Baroud’s eulogy on Counterpunch.

The occupied West Bank, looking toward the sprawl of Maale Adumim, Israel’s largest settlement, August 2007.
