EDITOR—Hiz-b-ullah’s Media Relations Office organised a tour of Beirut’s southern suburb (Dahieh), to give the world a glimpse of the mass destruction of civilian infrastructure as a result of Zionist (Israeli) indiscriminate bombardment of the area. Laith Marouf and Dr Mohammad Marandi, along with Hadi Hotait behind the camera, joined the tour and commented on what they saw, the retaliation of Iran, Hiz-b-ullah repelling invading forces, and the coming expansion of the war.
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SIMPLICIUS—Publications like Foreign Affairs are where the elite address not us, but each other, in the long-standing tradition of euphemism as secret-coded language of their ‘interior world’ of the deep state and outlying political class. Here Mr. Rhodes adeptly navigates the nuances of this privileged cant when he declares that the Rules Based Order has fallen.
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RAMIN MAZAHERI—What would have happened is merely this, and I have seen France’s tested CRS riot police defeated many a time in France: a mass of protesters, enraged at the limitation on their dearly-held bourgeois democratic rights of free assembly and speech, push past the cops and merely go protest a few hundred feet closer than where they were.
That is merely what we wanted at the 2024 DNC, but the numbers were not there: Chicagoans stayed at home, and not enough outsiders thought the DNC protest was worth making a trek to.
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DANNY HAIPHONG—In this MEGA Livestream, Professor Jeffrey Sachs joins in the first half of the show to discuss Israel’s path to all out war in Lebanon and what it means for the future of the conflict raging in the Middle East plus a full update on the multipolar world. Professor Mohammad Marandi then joins from Beirut on Iran’s possible response to the escalations in Lebanon as Israel war widens.
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CARA MARI ANNA—The refugee camps resemble densely crowded urban ghettos, the streets are a confusing maze. I had no idea which way to turn. “Alrowwad?” I asked a group of Arab men standing at a street corner. They pointed up the street to my left. I wandered in that direction and through a large gate, shaped like a keyhole with a monumental key balanced on top. I was awash in symbols of Palestinian resistance—the key, a symbol of return—and didn’t yet know it. I stopped frequently to take pictures.
Two blocks farther on I approached another group of Arab men. They were standing around a van that appeared not to have moved in a very long time.
“Alrowwad?” I asked.
They also pointed left and I pulled my suitcase down another street, wandering deeper into the camp. And then, as if all along I’d know precisely where I was and where I wanted to be, I saw a sign to my right: Alrowwad Cultural and Arts Society.
