WHAT A SAD SHAME
Explain to me, what is a conscience
فهمني شو يعني ضمير
I thought it appropriate to start this outburst with the above verse from one of Julia Boutros’ (sardonic) songs I Do Not Understand Arabic (ما عم بفهم عربي) for it resonates more deeply than she may have thought.
Anyone who comes forward to speak out against injustices, and considered a public “philanthropist”, is open to scrutiny.
This does not exempt Julia Boutros.
This piece was a long time coming for I was waiting to hear if the mentioned singer would voice against the latest Arab atrocities, but to my disappointment, not a word. Her silence over the bedlam in Arab nations turned my ambivalent feelings into conclusive ones about her.
When she decided to speak up, it was due to the recent public incessant Palestinian genocide by a racist state, a common intermittent practise of hers. To be fair, she did salute the people of Palestine, Syria and Iraq during her minute or so speech in July!
I was an ardent listener of the singer since the age of 14, the only female Arab singer whose voice and choice of songs caught my ear.
She was more than just an entertainer for the Arab masses; she was a voice for the voiceless, or so I naively thought.
A BLIND LEBANESE PATRIOT
With her numerous so-called humanitarian and patriotic songs, many questions swirled into my mind: Where is her voice for Syria? Where are her angry words towards the murdering dictator Assad and his yoke? Where are the lyrics about the Arab despotic rulers who are notorious for their torturous and threatening ways past and present?
She rambles on about the futile Lebanese army and sang a song (My Beloved Ones – احبائي) based on words uttered by the sectarian Nasrallah in 2006 (for purging Lebanon of “Israel”) but none to condemn Hezbollah’s murderous ways against its own people and Syrians.
I was already growing tedious of Julia reiterating her love for her birthplace in songs and interviews (a common practise amongst Lebanese singers), but to go on ceaselessly about the odd Lebanese victory just baffles me – maybe the rarity of it is one of the reasons.
It is monotonous and repetitive.
Her concept of patriotism escapes me for she churns out her homeland’s victories whilst simultaneously ignoring its injustices.
Arthur Schopenhauer was spot on,
Patriotism is the passion of fools and the most foolish of passions.
What happened to speaking out simply as a fellow human being for humanity? Why is it always restricted to ethnicity or nationality (the world over)?
In the words of George Santayana,
To me, it seems a dreadful indignity to have a soul controlled by geography.
Ire built up within me as the months bled by when I realised her vocal altruistic nature: her birthplace Lebanon, Palestine when onscreen (a candlelight vigil is not going to nourish, protect or grant Palestinians their basic needs and rights), and “Israel” and Zionism.
She is reticent when it is about oppressed and oppressing Arabs and yet sings about the Arabs’ lack of action.
Her silence betrayed her character.
Do not get me wrong, I vehemently oppose “Israel” and its beastly maniacal ways and my website, webpage and posts make it patently clear where I stand. Therefore, I have no qualms with Julia when she vocalises for Palestine and against oppressive “Israel” and I do not doubt her love for Palestine.
The problem arises when that is mainly the only time she does so.
I cannot resist but ask about her conscience for ALL Arabs.
What she ended up doing in my eyes is disclose her cowardly double standards. A trait I cannot tolerate in any human being including anyone who defends or justifies them, merely revealing their own spinelessness to say the least.
This is when it is better to stay quiet than to say anything at all.
The time for her to show Arab solidarity, that she means what she sings, was in 2011, 2012, 2013 and 2014 – nothing!
She did state, however, The Arab “Spring” was merely to divert the world’s attention away from Gaza and the true Arab “Spring” is Palestine. I guess the hundreds who have returned to ALLÂH ﷻ during that time are merely diversions too!
Her songs turned out to be empty lyrics to win swaying hearts.
Julia’s public portrayal for equality, freedom and justice, and against tyranny and oppression, is a selective one, shamefully. A prevailing trait I noticed – reluctantly so for I wanted to give the benefit of the doubt as much as I possibly can – amongst many Arabs, more precisely, those in the Arab regions (which explains their way of life).
Frankly, I cannot fathom this.
What is also unfathomable, she is, like many Arabs, quick to attack and impute the “other” but is silent about her own nation’s injustices.
We – humans – love to point the finger that way, right?
Anyone with a conscience will see “Israel” for the maniacal bully it is but others are also liable.
Other than “Western” culpability in Palestine’s demise who were and still are the root cause of the “problem” to begin with, Arabs should not whitewash the Arab nations’ onus with its disgraceful ongoing silence “whilst throwing money at the problem” to assuage the guilt. But to be fair, this will be impossible as long as they are not standing up for themselves in their own lands, with the few brave exceptions.
WHERE IS THAT FURORE?
Claiming The Arab “Spring” was to shift the focus away from Gaza would have been viable had that been the only time this happened.
Where is her outcry, as well as the Arabs, be they Muslim, Jew, Christian, agnostic or atheist, for the Palestinians between “public” genocides?
Where is the uproar for the Palestinians who are suffering and struggling daily off-screen for close to a century now?
And let us not forget about Gaza, the largest concentration camp ever, an open prison with chronically malnourished Palestinians, half of which are children.
The world is quiet when Palestine’s bleeding into oblivion behind the screen.
I will excuse Julia concerning Palestine, grudgingly, as she sang songs and spoke about it.
The main reason for doing so is chiefly due to the Arabs’ despicable reticence: for they continue to not act for the Arabs of Palestine miserably and nauseatingly so without a whisper of responsibility.
Not to mention the many who are filling their stomachs, painting their faces, clothing themselves, etc., all fleeting and replaceable “pleasures”, with Palestinian blood, neglecting the effortless option of BOYCOTTING racist “Israel” and anyone or anything that supports or profits from it.
But again, what can we expect when Arabs are not united, with a few directly, past and present, responsible for Palestine’s demise (remember Darfur?).
Nevertheless, I can no longer accept her silence or listen to her songs or words about justice because what now shadows my mind is her dichotomous ways.
She sang Where are the Millions (وين الملايين), I ask, where is this vocalist?
Maybe Julia Boutros needs to heed her own lyrical words she so melodiously sings.
A Veiled Chick’s Outbursts comprise writings of a more personal nature about my experiences or issues that exasperate me be it something I heard, read, watched, witnessed or observed. It is my way of letting off some steam, my incensed breathings.