almaswithinalmas:

An Afghan carpet seller displays a handmade rug  bearing the image of US President Barack Obama inside his shop in Kabul,  Afghanistan.  The shop owner said the he spent a year sewing the carpet  and that it is not for sale.  (Muhammed Muheisen/Associated Press)  #
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androphilia:

The massacre that Paris denied | The Guardian
No one was ever brought to justice for the murder half a century ago of up to 200 French-Algerians
By Nabila Ramdani
Sunday, October 16, 2011
Republican values of liberté, egalité, fraternité will  be all but forgotten when thousands of Parisians recall the most  murderous episode in the French capital’s postwar history tomorrow.  Commemorations are planned for the 50th anniversary of the French-Algerian massacre,  when up to 200 peaceful protesters were slaughtered in cold blood  around iconic national monuments, including the Eiffel Tower and Notre  Dame Cathedral.
The most memorable – and vicious – atrocities saw  policemen herding panicking crowds on to Paris’s bridges, where many  were tossed into the Seine. Normally a romantic symbol of the most  popular tourist city in the world, the river became a watery morgue for  scores of victims, whose lifeless bodies were washing up for weeks  afterwards.
Others died in police stations, or in nearby woods,  where their mutilated bodies testified to truncheon and rifle-butt  injuries. The officers had been incensed by an illegal protest by 30,000  men, women and children organised by the National Liberation Front  (FLN) – the main Algerian nationalist group in their country’s war of  independence with France.
Fifty years will seem like a long time  to many of the young French Algerians who mark the anniversary today,  but in many ways it seems very recent. Maurice Papon,  the Paris police chief who instigated the killings, only died four  years ago, aged 96; and some of his unrepentant and unpunished henchmen  still remain at large.
Like Papon, many of the killers had been  Nazi collaborators who learned their crowd control methods from the  Gestapo. They were experts at disinformation too: the official death  toll after Papon’s self-proclaimed “Battle of Paris” was initially  three, before being revised to a vague “several dozen” almost 40 years  later.
No judicial inquiry ever took place, with many French still  blaming Algerian in-fighting and terrorist attacks for the deaths.  Papon was finally brought to justice for crimes against humanity – but  only for those he committed during the second world war. President  Charles de Gaulle, and then successive governments, ensured he was never  indicted for what he did to the French Algerians of Paris.
Most  now live in the blighted housing estates which dot the outskirts of the  capital. These banlieues grew out of the immigrant worker shanty towns  which became recruiting grounds for the FLN in the 50s and 60s. Police  felt they could control “insurgents” better on the estates, and they are  still overflowing with young people from north Africa.
As during  the nationalist war, French Algerians are still encouraged to stay out  of tourist Paris. Curfews are regularly imposed on the estates, with  armoured vehicles filled with paramilitaries moving in during  disturbances. When particularly heavy rioting broke out in 2005, the  then interior minister, Nicolas Sarkozy, imposed a state of emergency.  Like the curfews, it was based on Algerian war legislation from 1955.
Up  to 40% of young French Algerians from the estates are currently  unemployed. Without money or prospects, some have turned to crime,  helping to swell a prison population estimated to be up to 70% Muslim. Many resemble the angst-ridden, alienated young Algerians who took to the streets in 1961.
Statistics  about the current generation are unofficial because secular France does  not record the ethnicity and religion of its citizens, but there is no  doubt that French Algerians still regularly experience what it is like  to be a second-class citizen. Racism against France’s largest minority  group is endemic – from the public and private institutions who fail to  employ them, through to the media organisations which fail to report  their issues.
Few would argue that the tribal murders committed by  Paris police half a century ago are likely to be repeated today. But  nor would anyone pretend that the discriminatory policies which gave  rise to such horrors have disappeared from modern France.
[Image: Protesters are arrested by police on the day of the massacre. (Fernand Parizot/AFP)]
[France remembers Algerian massacre 50 years on | The Guardian - October 17, 2011][Algeria issues postage stamp to mark 1961 killings in Paris | Al-Arabiya - October 17, 2011][Long history of a forgotten massacre | Presseurop - October 17, 2011][Algeria-France: Shot and drowned Oct. 17, 1961 | The Africa Report - October 17, 2011]

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fancycherries:

Finally finished a video project!

The idea was to pretend that I’m taking a picture of someone, have them pose, then pretend that I accidentally had the camera set on “video” mode in an attempt to capture a genuine smile on video, no matter how short it would last.

Sometimes it worked, sometimes it didn’t.

I met fancycherries yesterday at the Envision Arabia Summit; I recognized him and introduced myself.

(Source: ah-med)

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The humiliation of Barack Obama - Opinion - Al Jazeera English2 notes
charquaouia:


Palestinian President Mahmoud Abbas listened as President Obama addressed the Palestinian bid for statehood in his speech to the United Nations General Assembly on Wednesday.

via NY Times

Unfortunately Mr. Abbas, it was bound to happen. I applaud you all the same.
charquaouia:


Estevanico (c. 1500–1539) (Arabic: إستيفانيكو‎; also known as “Mustafa Zemmouri” (مصطفى زموري), “Black Stephen”, “Esteban”, “Esteban the Moor”, “Estevan”, “Estebanico”, “Stephen the Black”, “Stephen the Moor”, “Stephen Dorantes” after his owner Andres Dorantes, and “Little Stephen”) was the first known person born in North Africa to have arrived in the present-day continental United States. An enslaved servant, he was one of four survivors of the Spanish Narváez expedition and traveled with explorer Álvar Núñez Cabeza de Vaca across northern New Spain (present-day U.S. southwest and northern Mexico).
He was sold into slavery to the Portuguese in the town of Azemmour, a Portuguese enclave on Morocco’s Atlantic coast, in 1513, at an early age. Contemporary accounts referred to him as an “Arabized black”; Moor. A Spaniard, Diego de Guzmán, who saw him in Sinaloa in 1536, described him as ‘brown’.” In 1520 he was sold to Andrés Dorantes de Carranza, a Spanish nobleman, with whom he developed close ties.
Estevanico traveled with Dorantes to Hispaniola and Cuba with Pánfilo de Narváez’s ill-fated expedition of 1527 to colonize Florida and the Gulf Coast. Estevanico became the first person from Africa known to have set foot in the present continental United States. He and Dorantes were among the expedition’s four survivors, the only ones to survive the expedition’s attempt to sail from Florida to Mexico in makeshift boats. The group was shipwrecked by a hurricane on Galveston Island. Over the following years, most of the remaining men either drowned, starved, or were killed by natives.
By 1533 only Estevanico, Dorantes, Álvar Núñez Cabeza de Vaca, and Alonso del Castillo Maldonado survived. Castillo’s ability as a faith healer was said to have helped them with the Indians. The four had spent years enslaved by the Ananarivo of the Louisiana Gulf Islands. In 1534 they escaped into the American interior, contacting other Native American tribes along the way. The party traversed the continent as far as present-day southeastern Arizona, and through the Sonoran Desert to the region of Sinaloa in New Spain (present-day Mexico), where they were reunited with countrymen.
In 1539, Estevanico was one of four men who accompanied Marcos de Niza as a guide in search of the fabled Seven Cities of Cibola, preceding Coronado. When the others were struck ill, Estevanico continued alone, opening up what is now New Mexico and Arizona. He was killed at the Zuni village of Hawikuh (in present-day New Mexico). The tribe regarded him with mistrust, perhaps because his medicine gourd was trimmed with feathers from an owl, a bird that symbolized death to the Zuni. Other accounts suggest the Zuni did not believe his account of representing a party of whites, and further that he was killed because of his demand for women and turquoise. Another theory, published in 2002, claims that Estevanico was not killed by the Zuni, and that he and friends among the Indians faked his death to achieve his freedom.

 I can honestly say that I never knew about this until recently in my American history course, which I sort of had low expectations for. Anyways, this is an excerpt from the Wikipedia page, but I definitely plan on digging up more information about him. 
So look! My people were in the United States before the British and before the United States declared independence in 1776. HAH!

I wish the page gave information concerning where he was born. I hope it was Algeria!!
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About that…

I was discussing politics with my khalo (uncle) via skype the other day, and political discussion with him is always a thrill ride. I always think I have a great stamina to discuss politics for very long periods of time but he’ll go on forever, and I’m not exaggerating. And he gets very angry. And his information is more often than not very faulty - I guess you could call him a conspiracy theorist?

Anyways, amongst the many unexpected things he said, one struck me in particular, because it’s so impossible yet I can’t rule it out entirely. He thinks that Al-Qaeda is funded and controlled by the Mossad (Israel’s CIA Equivalent). 

WORST CONSPIRACY THEORY EVER OR GREATEST REALISTIC INSIGHT EVER?!?!?!?!?!?

His reasoning, which I can’t really argue against, is that firstly) Al-Qaeda does not reflect Islamic teachings (DUH!) nor the will of Muslims around the world (DUH!) and secondly) If they’re serious about opposing those who oppress Muslims why don’t they seriously focus their attention on Israel?

Now, there are many unstated assumptions in his reasoning which I won’t go into because it would be off topic. I don’t think he’s correct but it’s a very interesting statement. 

I was like:

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Chiekha Rimiti, classic Algerian. 

Not to mention that the music she’s singing over would make a hot hip-hop track. I’m half-kidding. More like 25% kidding. It would be killin.

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mundoeats:

Algerian Merguez crepe- Mundo Eats 


This sounds like it would be very good. As long as it is real, home grown merguez. I miss merguez. As a kid in Algeria, I used to eat merguez until I vomited. And then next time I had the chance, I would eat more.

HI!

It’s been a long while since I’ve posted anything on this blog. I recently travelled out of state and afterwards had to relocate back to University to be busied yet again with classes, performances, and newspaper reporting. I hope to renew my attempt to post regularly on this blog, and begin a new attempt to increase the quality of every single post as well. 

FOR THE TIME BEING HOWEVER, please enjoy this video of two of the greatest JAZZ LEGENDS, Chris Potter and Herbie Hancock, jamming on one of the FUNKIEST grooves you will ever hear. 

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kaleighpowell:

NatGeo photo I found
Harry Potter (With a little David Foster Wallace, thoughts about sincerity and cynicism)

I saw Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part Two for the second time today. As a result I am feeling very nostalgic about my eleven year long Harry Potter experience. To write nostalgic quips about various moments, memories, settings, feelings, characters, music, etc from the series would be redundant considering how many times it has been done before. But I will say this, as someone who also reads quote “high brow literature,” I find Harry Potter to be refreshing, for a few reasons. In an era of apathetic cynicism with an unceasing supply of a sarcastic pessimistically based idea of realism that deludes itself by craving real emotion and sincerity yet denying itself of any such sincerity out of subconscious fear and weakness, I find what I consider to be the overall theme of Harry Potter, that love is the greatest power in existence, to be encouraging. As a fan of David Foster Wallace, I enjoy reading his cynical approach to  cynicism, and I heartily support what I gleaned, (and I could be wrong), to be a notion from one of his essays, E Unibus Pluram: Television and U.S. Fiction, that the word, (and application of), “cheesy,” only came into existence after the development of television. Think, whenever someone considers an event or situation to be “cheesy,” do they not say it reminds of them of something that occurred on television or in a movie? Now, the idea I previously mentioned has a far more complex explanation, but will do for my purposes. I am just saying that it is not completely foolish nor childish to cherish the notions of love, magic, and innocence, because, I ask, were these ideas considered “cheesy,” before the invention of television? For just one example, were the ideas of freedom, equality, and the gutsy optimistic hopeful attitude that pervaded the American revolution “cheesy?” I hate to think what would have happened if the public at that time considered revolution an unrealistic idea based on “cheesy, t.v. like,” inspirations. I feel that sincerity is reality, in fact, in most cases, the definitions of each word are strongly related. I’m afraid that the more people avoid being sincere due to the fear of looking “cheesy,” the less the history books will have to say about mankind. Human endeavor has always, and will always be, driven by the very ideals so many people today consider “cheesy.” Personally, I think people who are afraid of feeling real sincere emotion are weak. This is why I love Harry Potter, it is a source of hope for me, that the notions of love, magic, and innocence, to name a few, still exist, and therefore, are still available for those brave souls who are willing to embrace sincerity and use it to create reality, and hopefully, and forgive my cheesy cliche closing, create a reality that is as loving, magical, and innocent as the world of Harry Potter.

(As a side note, I am not a fan of false sincerity either. I do not support false, impulsive, over-exaggerrated emotions, such as the ones I see many people let loose day to day, drastically shifting from sad to happy, purposefully choosing moments that mean something to them and them alone to exclaim their appreciation of a meaningful quote or picture or song etc and then losing sight of their epiphanies as soon as they are faced with a new, mostly mundane, challenge. I also acknowledge judging when people are sincere or not is a shifty process, but you get the idea.)

(I also want to explain my statement that people who are afraid to feel sincerity are weak. They are weak because they have no sense of self, and are therefore afraid of what they might find throughout their experiences in life, choosing to throw a sarcastic cynical veneer between them and the world, in order to escape the reality which they are so afraid will defeat them, when in truth, it only seeks their embrace. I feel confident in saying that you will not find many examples of purely cynical apathetic people who made any contributions to humanity in any way.)

I think I’ve begun to ramble on in an illogical and more complex than necessary way, so I will stop. Now.

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Happy Birthday to Harry Potter!!! AND, ME!! It’s my birthday!!!

Alohomora (Harry Potter Remix) (by Fagottron)