BTW, in re: Wanted: an Arab Socialist Woman with Shiite-Sunni Parents...
Medea Benjamin was touring the U.S. with a group of Iraqi women, many of whom come from, or are in mixed marriages. They weren't present when I saw her in Santa Cruz with Scott Ritter and Ray McGovern, she said they were a bit travel weary, and were on reserve for more conservative audiences, so I can't tell if any of them were "socialist woman whose mother is a Shiite and whose father is a Sunni or vice versa, who thinks like me, and who writes like Shelley in The Revolt of Islam." or if their names were Fatima or look like Leila Khaled. Yoshie Furuhashi wrote: .
but it does look on in wonderment that mothers would accept, and even encourage, their sons' martyrdom in suicide attacks." - The Memphis
. This email is brought to you by the letter "S"... as in 'soldier' and 'suicide'. Another, older song (Imagine Oscar the grouch singing this one): British version: I didn't raise my son to be a soldier I brought him up to be my pride and joy Who dares to put a musket on his shoulder To shoot another mother's darling boy Why should he fight in someone else's quarrels It's time to throw the sword and gun away There would be no war today If the nations all would say No I didn't raise my son to be a soldier I didn't raise my son to be a soldier To go fighting in some far-off foreign land He may get killed before he's any older For a cause that he will never understand Why should he fight another rich man's battle While they stay at home and while their time away Let those with most to lose Fight each other if they choose For I didn't raise my son to be a soldier I didn't raise my son to be a soldier To go fighting heathens round the Horn If God required to prove that boys are bolder They'd have uniforms and guns when they were born Why should we have wars about religion When Jesus came to teach us not to kill Do Zulus and Hindoos Not have the right to choose For I didn't raise my son to be a soldier I didn't raise my son to be a soldier I raised him up to be a gentleman To find a sweet young girl and love and hold her Bring me some grandchildren when they can Why can't we decide that the Empire Is just as large as it requires to be And I'd rather lose it all Than to see my laddie fall For I didn't raise my son to be a soldier http://antiwar.com/blog/soldier.mp3 (old, scratchy, from vinyl)
