Scattered images in my mind 2
Who is Rebiya Kadeer?
I asked myself
watching 'The 10 Conditions of Love'
My Czech friend invited me: " You have to see
this controversial documentary about her life."
So I attended the Melbourne Premiere
one boring Sunday night
with a big popcorn and a coke in hand
I expected some excitement
at least an 'on screen fight'.
Black and white images
of ancient Sunni Uighurs
in their golden embroidened caps
singing in Turkic about their oil-rich empire
swirled in their long dresses
in front of my eyes
With colourful images came fifties
and the People's Republic of China
reclaimed the rich land
and took their golden caps
leaving the robbed Uighurs in a swirl of dust
" Look Rebyia is coming," my Czech friend laughed
in an excitment: " We call her 'fearless Grandmum'
in my homeland, in Prague."
An tiny women with smooth silver hair under
her embroidened cap
appeared on a screen
shouting at a Chinese official
that her homeland is called
the ' East Turkestan'.
I forgot all about popcorn
seeing her rising from dust
to the richest in the China
and back to the dust.
Leaving the Chinese Parliament
to join her countrymen in a rotten jail
Being exciled to Washington
feeling as an outcast
but nominated for a Nobel Prize.
We left cinema in a hurry
feeling confused
passing through joyful Melbourne streets
full of aimless
careless people
we felt a stinch of guilt.
" They hacked into and shut down
the Film Festival's website,
because of her,
the Chinese."
My Czech friend exclaimed in a surprise.
" I think you forgot all about growing up
in Communist Czechoslovakia,"
I smiled at him
" And all those accusations and lies."
" And then came the Velvet revolution
and the fall of the Berlin Wall."
Nodded my Czech friend:
" Which divided us even more."
" Before we have been countrymen,
brothers in arms..." I laughed.
" Now we are foreigners,
I stayed back home,
listening to old folks
praising the Communist past
and young people chasing
the Western ideals
of hard cash and greed
which will not last."
My Czech friend smiled at me:
" And you my poor Slovak cousin,
left for easy life,
here,
are you satisfied?"
I looked at the Melbourne shiny sky:
" Let's talk about the Rebiya's
10 Coniditions of Love,
the first one
is Independence,
because everyone has
right to decide and find their own path."
"Then the second one
is Connecting with others,"
my friend added:
" Rebiya travelled far and wide
to find her soulmate for her life
and fight."
" The third one
is Continuity,"
I quickly said:
" Do you remember,
she had six children
to pass her knowledge on,
although two are rotting in jail."
" Then the fourth one
is a strenght of mind,"
my friend nodded:
" How otherwise would a mother
manage to sacrifice
her own children
for her countrymen."
" The fifth one
is a strenght of body,"
I managed to say:
" There were
at least
two attempts
on her life."
"The sixth one
must be Culture,"
my friend said thinking
about his 'thousands spirals Prague'.
" She is fighting for the 1,500 years
of Uighur knowledge,
tramped on and destroyed by thugs."
" The seventh one
is then homeland,"
I exclaimed:
" Everyone needs to belong
and feel home somewhere,
and 20-million of Uighurs
lost their rights."
" The eight one
is non-violent fight,"
my friend laughed:
" The Chinese fears her,
she does not need a gun."
" The ninth one
is her fearlessnes,"
I tried to sound wise:
" Who would like to be
an international symbol
while paying such a terrible price."
"The last one
must be her patriotism."
My friend ended cleverly:
" One has to admire her
relentless campaign
at last,
when the most of us
would choose
to disapear in Washington
and forget about past."
" Are you pointing at me?"
I laughed pushing my Czech friend aside.
" Come on, my lost countryman,"
he took my arm:
" At least you understand why I can not nominate you for a Nobel Price."
We skipped along the noisy street
full of neons and cheerful smiles
and felt less guilty and more happy
to be just ordinary people
grateful to be FREE AND ALIVE.
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