To that end, Clifford May wrote: “Mahmoud Abbas, the
president still,” a column that also came under the subtitle: “Sadly,
Palestinians have no champion of democracy.” The piece was published on
December 6, 2016 in The Washington Times.
Since most of the excuses were used by Jewish writers in the
past, and were refuted on this website, it is better that I not repeat the old
arguments. Instead, I shall discuss something I have been deferring for a long
time. I did so because what's involved has caused me one of the most painful
periods of my life. I wanted to forget about it but successive events kept
reminding me of it. I can no longer defer it, especially that it is relevant to
the current discussion. So let me tell you about it.
Even though I knew I was blacklisted and had zero chance of
being published, I kept knocking at doors because I did not want to blame myself
at some point in the future for not trying hard to defeat the blacklist. I met
a great number of people in person, by telephone and by correspondence; all of
whom gave me excuses as to why they will not use my work. Thus, every time that
I hear a Jew give excuses as to why Palestine should not be recognized by the
Security Council, I recall what the Jews did to me for half a century. Believe
me this is painful, but you know what? It is not the most painful part of what
I experienced.
To get a sense of what else I went through, imagine me going
to see someone; briefcase in hand, stuffed with several portfolios, each
containing samples of writings I did in fiction or non-fiction – some of which
were printed in small publications. I tell my interlocutor I would leave with
him one work or all of them as he wishes, so that he may determine what he'll
want to use. No, he says, he's not interested in what I did in the past; he
wants to know what I can do in the future that will be outstanding.
I pull the portfolios out of the briefcase and start telling
him this is a sample of what I can do in this genre; that is a sample of what I
can do in that other genre, and so on with a few more samples. But he'll have
none of that, he says. Suddenly anger shows on his face; he extends his arm to
almost touch my face, snaps his fingers repeatedly at a high speed and says:
Quick, tell me in 5 seconds what you'll do in the future that will be
outstanding.
In 5 seconds? It took me nearly 10 years to write 2,100
articles in 2 million words – posted on this website – and they would not fully
answer his question. The only way you'll know what someone can do, is when he
does it and you see the finished product. But I got the point. It is that this
guy lived under Jewish terror. He was afraid that someone will find out he was
talking to me, perhaps mulling to give me a break. Because I did not want to
pressure a frightened angry man, I took my stuff and got out of there without
saying another word.
Not all those I met were like that guy, but they are the
people who call themselves protectors of free speech, democracy and liberty.
You see them on the front-line preaching to others around the world how to
practice free speech, participate in democracy and enjoy liberty. But when it comes
to them doing what they preach, they wet their pants fearing that the Jews will
turn them and their families into homeless vagrants, roaming the streets and
begging strangers for a job or a donation.
That's what comes to mind every time I read a passage like
this one: “Abbas wants a Palestinian state to be recognized at the United
Nations … How would such a state achieve economic viability? Or is the plan to
have it remain dependent on the international 'donor community' indefinitely?
And, most consequently, who will provide for its national security?”