I don’t want to write about music. What is music when the pulse of a homeland is extinguished by the looming threat of more bombings and more death?
Music is the rhythm of a mother rocking her baby to sleep in the dead of the night. Music is the promise of a father kissing his children when he comes home each day. Music is the melody of children laughing deviously as they chase one another down the street. Music is the sound of a homeland and its people.
How can there be music when there are no children, no mothers, no fathers, and no home to return to?
Palestinians can’t hear the sound of real music. This kind of music is only enjoyed by those who are afforded the right to exist.
There is no music in genocide.
Written by Anonymous
This piece is anonymous in avoidance of the Canary Mission, an organization that vilifies, blacklists, and doxes Palestinians and Palestinian rights activists, typically college students, for speaking out against the settler state of Israel. Conflating anti-Zionism with anti-Semitism, the organization attacks individuals for spreading awareness on Israeli apartheid and denouncing Israel’s occupation of Palestine. B-Side will not hesitate to actively stand against settler colonialism and genocide.