Written as a letter to a child in Gaza, this film takes the audience on a haunting & realistic journey through Gaza today from a child’s perspective imbued with guilt of a foreign journalist.
When I am listening to, or watching , or reading your dark revolutionary poem, I feel deeply sad that I want to weep to the end of time if there are any tears left for me . My heart stars to beat fast , faster than presto on a metronome , I know it will stop . I know we are the full stop at the end of a sentence . Stop the genocide .
I know nothing can touch the hearts of the war pigs because they have no heart, but perhaps those who have been duped by the propagandists’ dehumanizing-the-enemy trick will rediscover their empathy after watching this exquisite animation.
As a music composer, I have been profoundly affected by the situation in Gaza. The overwhelming sadness has stifled my creativity. While I can still hear the melodies, the lyrics elude me. My words have fallen silent, and my inner voice, which once guided my perception, is now muted.
Thank you for "Dear Child." The story and the narrator's tone gently echoed the harsh realities faced by children in the midst of war, if one can call it that, in Gaza.
I am so debilitatingly disgusted by the moral degeneration that impels us to even try to coexist with the exquisite inhumanity that is Israel's war on Gaza, but then I remember, as Chris implies, that the victims indicate to us clearly what we can do to begin to earn their forgiveness: RESIST! Thank you for the deep poignancy of this film.
Powerful. I wept. I write this after watching the US Presidential debate and wonder when I, we in the 'West' lost any real power ourselves to stop this genocide, this crime against humanity, against human decency. All this hate, and for what?
When I am listening to, or watching , or reading your dark revolutionary poem, I feel deeply sad that I want to weep to the end of time if there are any tears left for me . My heart stars to beat fast , faster than presto on a metronome , I know it will stop . I know we are the full stop at the end of a sentence . Stop the genocide .
Beautiful and very sad, Chris. Thank you so much for sharing.😢☮️🇵🇸
Beautifully composed and heart breaking
I first heard you read “Dear Child” in this heartrending presentation, Chris, and I was left in tears:
• https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ly6lfhOxTe0
I know nothing can touch the hearts of the war pigs because they have no heart, but perhaps those who have been duped by the propagandists’ dehumanizing-the-enemy trick will rediscover their empathy after watching this exquisite animation.
Thank you, Chris.
As a music composer, I have been profoundly affected by the situation in Gaza. The overwhelming sadness has stifled my creativity. While I can still hear the melodies, the lyrics elude me. My words have fallen silent, and my inner voice, which once guided my perception, is now muted.
Thank you for "Dear Child." The story and the narrator's tone gently echoed the harsh realities faced by children in the midst of war, if one can call it that, in Gaza.
I am so debilitatingly disgusted by the moral degeneration that impels us to even try to coexist with the exquisite inhumanity that is Israel's war on Gaza, but then I remember, as Chris implies, that the victims indicate to us clearly what we can do to begin to earn their forgiveness: RESIST! Thank you for the deep poignancy of this film.
Thank you, Chris.
Peace is nudged forward by art and truth. Thank you for this important contribution towards a humane world.
Powerful. I wept. I write this after watching the US Presidential debate and wonder when I, we in the 'West' lost any real power ourselves to stop this genocide, this crime against humanity, against human decency. All this hate, and for what?
Thank you Chris Hedges
Chris Hedges is Chris Hedges...
A loving human being with a deep and universal consciousness.
If you have a New York Times account you can read Chris Hedges articles starting in 1990
Type Chris hedges in the NYT
1990 is the start
I am reading your New York Times columns starting in 1990