Judith Butler in Sheikh-Jarrah
This place which is called Israel
I went to the airport to pick Judith Butler up last Friday. She had some
work to do before the start of her lectures at Birzeit University. My friend
Ronnie, who gave up a very bright future in the high-tech industry for
scurrying between demonstrations against the Occupation, drove us from
the Ben Gurion Airport.
One little smile from Ronnie and the car changed its coursewe were
on our way to Sheikh-Jarrahs Friday demonstration.
After all, who if not Butler believes in performative repetition as an
opening for change in the current ideological structure? And who if not
Ronnie, along with the group of anarchists, performs this ceremony by
going to Bilin, Nilin, and Sheikh-Jarrah every Friday? A sacred ritual
aimed at undermining the stability of everything that we take for granted.
Upon arrival, we were greeted by fierce Jerusalem rain. Since the court
ruled that the demonstration is legal, the police have refrained from violence. I walked with Judith on the road, translating the messages on the
signs held by the protesters, while everyone called out, Come on, get
back on the sidewalk! Meanwhile, the rain got heavier. Someone from
the queer anarchist community came up, got very emotional when she
saw who it is: You must be ... hi... yes, yes, I heard you lecturing at the
Haaretz, February 12, 2010.
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