Terrorism, Her Name

E Elizabeth Padillo Olesen Elizabeth Padillo Olesen
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And they do their best to give voice to their hate: hate and revenge against Imperialism of the West, hate and revenge against religions with their mission, hate against any form of discrimination and segregation, hate against what is conceived as long term human oppression. And these voices are heard over parks, markets, land and seas, in suicide bombs and kidnappings of foreign and local interests; seen in secret training camps for fighters and defenders of the voice, seen in the sacred mountains of silent and boiling countries. And these voices are further heard in the flowing blood of the innocents spread in fields, roads and bridges, seen in shattered homes and ruined hopes. And the helpless, who stand terrified by this madness, call these voices the rising tide of terrorism.

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