The nice thing about writing is that all you need is a pen and paper. Nothing else. Nada más. Nada más except 2 beverages and 3 sources of precisely-arranged lighting and 400 little objects of distraction. And that’s it. Nothing else.
PhD Day 267: My presentation went very very well and I feel so motivated now :) A treat to compensate for the lack of rest during these days, and early to bed. Tomorrow will be a long day of work!
Divine Intervention (2002, Elia Suleiman) يد إلهية
Suleiman offers an indictment of these audience members as well.
A young French tourist approaches an Israeli policeman looking for directions. The policeman doesn’t know the way, and so he enlists the help of his Palestinian prisoner from the back of the van. Bound and with a blindfold over his eyes, the Palestinian offers three clear ways for her to get to Jerusalem’s Church of the Holy Sepulcher. There are two ways to read the scene. Both reveal the political anger brewing just below the droll surface of the gag. The first is simply that the Palestinian knows this land so well that he can give you directions while blindfolded. While the Israeli cop has no idea where to go. He is a foreigner here too. He may have political and military authority, but he is not truly of this land, while his prisoner is.
The second interpretation is the indictment of the apolitical audience member. We can visit Israel as tourists (or visit this film as a sort of cinematic tourist) gaze at the wonderful architecture, eat the food, enjoy the beaches and the lovely weather, all while turning a blind eye to the near century of racist exploitation, disenfranchisement, and genocide occurring right in front of us. It’d be all too obvious if we’d bother to simply engage beyond our own immediate pleasure and convenience.
Both of these interpretations are effective. Both are true. But the tourist is the one who allows this continue indefinitely. She witnesses injustice and chooses comfort.
