Pedagogies of Crossing

On Living the Privileges of Empire I did not awake this morning to the deafening noise of sirens or the rocketing sound of nonstop bombs.I did not awake to the missiles that fall like rain from the sky, exploding on contact with land, staking out huge craters within the earth, collapsing people into buildings, trees into rubble, men into women, hands into feet, children into dust.∞ Two thousand tons of ammunition in three hours.Forty-two air raids in one day.Twenty-seven thousand air raids in a decade.≤ I did not awake this morning to the taste of desolation, nor to the crusts of anger piled high from decades of neglect.I did not awake to the familiar smell of charred flesh, which sand storms use to announce…