(THIS ARTICLE IS MACHINE TRANSLATED by Google from Norwegian)
You may know Bob Dylans The Lonesome Death of Hattie Carroll? About the black maid who was killed by the rich man's son Zanzinger? For every injustice, torment and insult she was subjected to, Dylan repeats "put away your handkerchief, this is nothing to cry about". Only when the killer receives an insignificant punishment, when even the laws mock the mother of 10, does it become clear to Dylan: "Now is the time for your tears".
When Palestinian journalist Shireen Abu Akleh was killed on May 11 by a bullet right in the head – in the middle of the bulletproof helmet with PRESS on, and the bulletproof vest with PRESS on – you may have believed the Israeli army's statement afterwards that "it could have been a Palestinian terrorist who fired »or that Shireen should not have been right there, right then, and that there is otherwise freedom of the press in Israel? And maybe you managed to displace that Shireen was standing with his back to a wall and could not possibly have been shot by anyone other than Israeli snipers?
You may also have never cried over 75 years of oppression and mockery of the Palestinians – from Israel and the world community? Or over the destructive wall that pollutes Palestine mile after mile? Or when Haaretz reported on May 20 that Mahmoud Anjajari's home was demolished "for security reasons" following a Supreme Court decision, even though the family had lived there for generations?
But then you hear in Al Jazeera on May 19 that the Israeli army will not investigate the killing of the Shireen, because "people could become uneasy". Then you understand that press people can not feel safe. And it dawns on you that Israel has become a lawless land.
Then you, like Dylan, will come to the conclusion that now, now is the time to cry, "Now is the time for your tears".
