I came across this photograph of Iraqi Jewish refugees in 1951 tonight. I’ve just started to read Violette Shamash’s memoir “Memories of Eden: A journey through Jewish Baghdad.” A couple of sentences from the 2006 introduction make for a particularly affecting caption to this photo:
“I still shudder every time I think of the gravity of the situation we were in. Then I count my blessings to be among the fortunate survivors. I feel as if I were telling you a dream and that it will be very hard for you to join the pieces together.”
Iraqi Jewish refugees arrive at Lydda Airport near Tel Aviv, 1951
From A Photo Journal
Adam Golfer photograph from the exhibit FOOD, Opening in Pittsburgh Friday
Boy In TV Set, Boston, MA 1972 by Arthur Tress
(Source: cesarisrad)
A postcard from Minnesota. Wish you were here.
It was eight years ago today-ish that I ran into these jokers at an intersection in Ramallah. There was a curfew enforced by snipers. Only the Israeli Army was in the streets. Palestinian residents of the town waited for the occupation bullhorns to tell them they could come out. That wouldn’t be for another day or so. As I walked there were so many bullet casings at my feet that it sounded like I was dragging chains.
Back to the soldiers pictured here. They were blasting Bob Marley’s “I Shot the Sheriff” from inside the tank and they were so damn giggly I could only assume they were passing the time with the kind of substance that makes you think Bob Marley would sound really sweet coming out of a tank.
