Showing posts with label hope. Show all posts
Showing posts with label hope. Show all posts

Friday, 18 January 2013

Self-portrait with cropped hair.

Frida Kahlo. Self-Portrait with Cropped Hair. 1940

It was over three years ago that Lhasa de Sela died of cancer at the age of 37.  My post.

I have been thinking a lot about Lhasa recently; the Idle No More movement as well as the season's reminder of family members and friends who died in December and January stir these memories.

In late November, I viewed the AGO exhibition Frida and Diego  with my daughter.

It was an intense and powerful learning experience; if you're able to see it before it closes on January 20th, do go!

Frida's shorn hair self-portrait is echoed in Lhasa's performance here.



Sunday, 16 January 2011

'A Difficult Happiness'

The Grauniad has landed in Tunis and Angelique Chrisafis reports on the state of affairs.

It's bad. Shooting, looting, snipers on top of buildings that held Ben Ali's torturers in basements. The army seems to be on the side of the people though.

And there are further horrible revelations.
Meanwhile, the full horror of repression over four weeks of demonstrations is beginning to emerge. Human rights groups estimate at least 150-200 deaths since 17 December. In random roundups in poor, rural areas youths were shot in the head and dumped far from home so bodies could not be identified. Police also raped women in their houses in poor neighbourhoods in and around Kesserine in the rural interior.

Sihem Bensedrine, head of the National Council for Civil Liberties, said: "These were random, a sort of reprisal against the people. In poor areas, women who had nothing to do with anything, were raped in front of their families. Guns held back the men; the women were raped in front of them." A handful of cases were reported in Kesserine and Thala last Monday. Rape was often used as a torture technique under the regime; opposition women report they were raped in the basement of the interior ministry, as were men, too.

But where there's courage and good will, there's hope.
On national state radio, a tool of regime power until days ago, DJs spoke freely for the first time, but had to regret that the joy of a dictator's departure had been tempered by a fear of the militia attacks.

"Ours is a difficult happiness," sighed one music show presenter, before putting on another 1960s resistance song.