Words have meanings. Names have meanings too. Words and names have values. Words have definitions. Not always is there agreement on what they mean. String words together and you get sentences. Sentences are read. They can be read in multiple ways. Some definitions and interpretations are privileged. They are valued more. Indeed they are taken to be the most logical and accurate. One thing has to be kept in mind. Those who have the power to thrust definition and interpretation down the throat of others are not necessarily grammarians. Typically their power is obtained from wealth (typically ill-gotten) and control over coercive apparatuses.
One. Semite. a member of any of a number of peoples of ancient southwestern Asia including the Akkadians, Phoenicians, Hebrews, and Arabs. Underline the obvious that is consciously ignored: NOT ONLY HEBREWS. In other words, Jews don’t have a preserve on this noun.
And yet, the world is told repeatedly that not only are Jews Semites, they are the only Semites. This is done by ignoring the fact that ‘Semite’ also refers to Akkadians, Phoenicians and Arabs. Thereby by this deliberate erasure and with reference to the politically-restricted definition of the term if you object to anything that any jew does or anything done in the name of Jewry would be ‘anti-semitic.’
It makes sense. If you went along with the true definition, Arabs targeting Israel and Israelis could be described as Semites being Anti-Semitic. The brutal attack carried out by Hamas on October 7, 2023 in which 1,200 Israelis were killed, including 40 children, and 240 were taken hostage could, technically, be described as such.
In just two months since then, Israel's military operations have resulted in over 17,000 Palestinians being killed, including 4,237 children. Yes, we need to add, ‘and counting.’ This too would be Semites being Anti-Semitic. Given this definition, the innumerable crimes against humanity that Israel has perpetrated against Palestinians during 75 years of occupation would also be Semites being Anti-Semitic.
So shall we drop it there and go with the definition preferred by the USA and Israel and of course others, especially European nations, that have offered silent consent to this name-twisting game? Shall we say, ‘yes, Jews and only Jews are Semites’?
Hold on to that. Let’s talk about semitic and semitism.
Semitic: Se· mit· ic. sə-ˈmit-ik: of or relating to the Semites. Yes, yes, since we are going with ‘Jew=Semite’ or rather ‘Semite=Jew,’ we could define semitic as follows: of, relating to, or characteristic of the Jews. Hold on to that too.
Semitim. Policy or predisposition favorable to Semites. Yes, yes, ‘favourable to Jews.’
Now ‘favourable’ is pretty subjective. There are, for example, many Jews who consider the actions of the State of Israel against Palestinians over the past 75 years and in particular the last two months to be extremely unfavourable to Jews. They would claim, then, that the State of Israel, which brands itself as a Jewish State and in word and deed insist that it represents Semites (as per the politically restricted definition), has in fact been atrociously Anti-Semitic.
Benjamin Netanyahu and his staunch approvers, especially Joe Biden and Rishi Sunak, however would insist that the State of Israel has done nothing else apart from unequivocally combating anti-Semitism. In other words what the State of Israel has ‘accomplished’ over the past two months (killing over 17,000 civilians, reducing hospitals and universities to mounds of rubble, doing everything possible to make it impossible for the sick to be treated, children to be fed and the most basic relief reaching a population held hostage) is in fact the affirmation of Semitism, i.e. designing and executing policies favourable to Semites.
Nouns. Names. Here’s one. Momen Al-Sharafi, resident of Gaza and a journalist working for Al Jazeera. Al-Sharafi has been reporting on the situation in Gaza where Israeli forces have from the air and on the ground executed the clearly expressed genocidal policies of the State of Israel.
No journalist would wish upon anyone in their tribe the task thrust upon Al-Sharafi a few days ago. He had to break to the entire world the news that had broken his heart into a thousand pieces: the ‘news’ that his entire family of 21 members had just been killed in an Israeli airstrike in Gaza.
‘Last night my family evacuated to this area. A few hours later the Israeli Air Force, eyewitnesses from the area said, dropped a barrel bomb on the building that my family was in which led to the killing of the entire family. And everyone in the home, 21 people were there, have been killed. My father Mahmoud and my mom Amina and my brother Ayman, his wife Khetam, their son Mohamed, a medical student, their daughter Amina, a medical student, Maria, all three children, and Fathima and Hanin and my brother Amar’s wife and her children, his children, my auntie Asthma and her husband Naji, an engineer, my nephew Ahman, an engineer, my youngest auntie, Sabah, and her husband, Hussein’s father.
‘My mom sent me a voice memo a few days ago. She said she missed me and that she was praying for me to be safe and the safety of my colleagues. She said she misses me a lot because it has been two months of war and I have not seen her for over a month. I also didn't hear her voice. It is the single message that I got over WhatsApp. I am even denied a dignified burial because of the Israeli siege prohibiting residents of the south and those who were forced to be in the south, all prohibited from going to the north to bury their loved ones, their wives, mothers, aunts, loved ones.’
This is just one story. One of a million or more. Each a manifestation of unadulterated, unclothed, unvarnished, unimaginable and yet absolutely true…what? Semitism. It horrifies me. I cannot condone it. I will not applaud it. I object, vehemently. How could anyone not?
['The Morning Inspection' is the title of a column I wrote for the Daily News from 2009 to 2011, one article a day, Monday through Saturday. This is the 290th article in the new series that began in December 2022. Links to previous articles are given below]
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Other articles in this series:
The residences of Refaat Al Areer
Pity the all-knowing and naive as they stutter grandiose alibis!
Love-residue on park benches that have disappeared
Reflections on things left unfinished
The virtues of an empty canvas
Autumn days and nights thirteen centuries apart
Texts are ancient, transcription error-ridden
The word as a sword held to the throat of truth
Residents of and residency in heart and mind
Merit, integrity and seniority in the superior courts
Hunters and 'victims' of immemorial light
The unbearable lightness of pause
Seasons bookeneded by leaves on park benches
The world shall not be emptied of poetry
Reclaiming the everyday with solidarities of tender fury
An Aussie broke a SLan heart in Ind for Afg
Writing magical pieces about something beautiful when time permits
The scattered archives of art and protest
Friendship that keep friends permanently at 16
Amherst: silent, rural, poetic and serendipitous
The virtues of unemployability
A breathless hush at the close
Ahmed Issa, fearless and audacious in Gaza
Let us take a deep breath now...
How Grolier Poetry writes 'Harvard Square'
Following children and their smiles
Let's plant words in cracks and craters
When the earth closes upon us...
Let us now march to the battleground of words
The most pernicious human shield
Who bombed Frankfurter Buchmesse
Love's austere and lonely offices
The mysteriously enjoined in the middle of nowhere
Reflections on the unimaginable
Jackson Anthony is a book and will be read
A village called Narberth Bookshop
'Irvin' and other one-word poems
Earth pieces Kerala and Sri Lanka
In the land of insomnial poets
When you don't need an invitation, it's home
When the Canadian House of Commons applauded a Nazi...
The importance of not skipping steps
No free passes to the Land of Integrity
Hector Kobbekaduwa is not a building, statue, street or stamp
Rajagala and the Parable of the Panner
Let's show love to Starbucks employees!
Octavio Paz and Arthur C Clarke in the stratosphere
9/11 and the calm metal instrument of Salvador Allende's voice
Whitman, Neruda and things that wait in all things
Thilina Kaluthotage's eyes keep watch
Profit: the peragamankaru of major wars
In loving memory of Carrie Lee (1956-2020)
Mobsters on and off the screen
We're here because we're here because we're here
Sha'Carri Richardson versus and with Sha'Carri Richardson
A stroll with Pragg and Arjun along a boulevard in Baku
Daya Sahabandu ran out of partners but must have smiled to the end
Sapan and voices that erase borders
Problem elephants and problem humans
The 'inhuman' elephant in a human zoo
Ivan Art: Ivanthi Fernando's efforts to align meaning
Let's help Jagana Krishnakumar rebuild our ancestral home
Do you have a friend in Pennsylvania (or anywhere?)
A gateway to illumination in West Virginia
Through strange fissures into magical orchards
There's sea glass love few will see
Re-residencing Lakdasa Wikkramasinha
Poisoning poets and shredding books of verse
The responsible will not be broken
Ownership and tenuriality of the Wissahickon
Did you notice the 'tiny, tiny wayside flowers'?
Gifts, gifting and their rubbishing
Journalism inadvertently learned
Reflections on the young poetic heart
Wordaholic, trynasty and other portmanteaus
The 'Loku Aiya' of all 'Paththara Mallis'
Subverting the indecency of the mind
Character theft and the perennial question 'who am I?'
Saji Coomaraswamy and rewards that matter
Seeing, unseeing and seeing again
Alex Carey and the (small) matter of legacy
The insomnial dreams of Kapila Kumara Kalinga
The clothes we wear and the clothes that wear us (down)
Every mountain, every rock, is sacred
Manufacturing passivity and obedience
Sanjeew Lonliyes: rawness unplugged, unlimited
In praise of courage, determination and insanity
The relative values of life and death
Poetry and poets will not be buried
Reunion Peradeniya (1980-1990)
Sorrowing and delighting the world
Encounters with Liyanage Amarakeerthi
Letters that cut and heal the heart
A forgotten dawn song from Embilipitiya
The soft rain of neighbourliness
Reflections on waves and markings
Respond to insults in line with the Akkosa Sutra
The right time, the right person
The silent equivalent of a thousand words
Crazy cousins are besties for life
The lost lyrics of Premakeerthi de Alwis
Consolation prizes in competitions no one ever wins
Blackness, whiteness and black-whiteness
Inscriptions: stubborn and erasable
Deveni: a priceless one-word koan
Recovering run-on lines and lost punctuation
'Wetness' is not the preserve of the Dry Zone
On sweeping close to one's feet
Kumkum Fernando installs Sri Lanka in Coachella, California
To be an island like the Roberts...
Debts that can never be repaid in full
An island which no flood can overwhelm
A melody faint and yet not beyond hearing
Heart dances that cannot be choreographed
Remembering to forget and forgetting to remember
Authors are assassinated, readers are immortal
It is good to be conscious of nudities
Saturday slides in after Monday and Sunday somersaults into Friday
There's a one in a million and a one in ten
Kumkum Fernando installs Sri Lanka in Coachella, California
Hemantha Gunawardena's signature
Architectures of the demolished
The exotic lunacy of parting gifts
Who the heck do you think I am?
Those fascinating 'Chitra Katha'
So how are things in Sri Lanka?
The sweetest three-letter poem
Teams, team-thinking, team-spirit and leadership
The songs we could sing in lifeboats when we are shipwrecked
Jekhan Aruliah set a ball rolling in Jaffna
Awaiting arrivals unlike any other
Teachers and students sometimes reverse roles
Colombo, Colombo, Colombo and so forth
The slowest road to Kumarigama, Ampara
Some play music, others listen
Mind and hearts, loquacious and taciturn
I am at Jaga Food, where are you?
On separating the missing from the disappeared
And intangible republics will save the day (as they always have)
The circuitous logic of Tony Muller
Rohana Kalyanaratne, an unforgettable 'Loku Aiya'
Mowgli, the Greatest Archaeologist
Figures and disfigurement, rocks and roses
Sujith Rathnayake and incarcerations imposed and embraced
Some stories are written on the covers themselves
A poetic enclave in the Republic of Literature
Landcapes of gone-time and going-time
The best insurance against the loud and repeated lie
So what if the best flutes will not go to the best flautists?
There's dust and words awaiting us at crossroads and crosswords
A song of terraced paddy fields
Of ants, bridges and possibilities
From A through Aardvark to Zyzzyva
Words, their potency, appropriation and abuse
Who did not listen, who's not listening still?
If you remember Kobe, visit GOAT Mountain
The world is made for re-colouring
No 27, Dickman's Road, Colombo 5
Visual cartographers and cartography
Ithaca from a long ago and right now
Lessons written in invisible ink
The amazing quality of 'equal-kindness'
The interchangeability of light and darkness
Sisterhood: moments, just moments
Chess is my life and perhaps your too
Reflections on ownership and belonging
The integrity of Nadeesha Rajapaksha
Signatures in the seasons of love
To Maceo Martinet as he flies over rainbows
Fragrances that will not be bottled
Colours and textures of living heritage
Countries of the past, present and future
Books launched and not-yet-launched
The sunrise as viewed from sacred mountains
Isaiah 58: 12-16 and the true meaning of grace
The age of Frederick Algernon Trotteville
Live and tell the tale as you will
Between struggle and cooperation
Neruda, Sekara and literary dimensions
Paul Christopher's heart of many chambers
Calmness gracefully cascades in the Dumbara Hills
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