“I Know I’m Not Alone” — the
Wisdom of Michael Franti
(Michael
Franti, world-renowned musician and human rights worker, travels
to Iraq, Palestine and Israel to explore the human cost of war
with a group of friends, some video cameras and his guitar. His
documentary film, “I
Know I’m Not Alone — A
musician’s journey through war in the Middle East,” inspired
the following article.)
Sometimes
there is no choice but to be courageous. It is not even courage
or a choice, but something natural. Michael Franti, dreadlocks,
colorful dashiki, guitar, walks through war zones — Baghdad,
Palestine — making up a song from a single Arabic word
he learned: “Habibi, Habibi, Habibi…” “My
friend, My friend, My friend…” — and sings
a mantra of hope. Dusty dark eyed children leave their
makeshift playgrounds of debris and twisted metal to gather around
this strange man. They clap, jumping up and down. Adults living
from crisis to crisis raise their arms and dance, momentarily
free of dread.
Is
peace so unreachable, so beyond imagination? In Michael Franti’s
world, and in the world of so many dreamers like him, the answer
is simple. Have a party, dance, sing, make music together, and
share the basics — habibi — friendship. Be human.
So he went to Baghdad in the midst of man-made hell. Roadside
bombs, spools of razor wire and concrete bunkers, fear and distrust,
abductions, armed guards girdled by fear and body armor. He stands
at a checkpoint face to face with a soldier. The image is incredible.
A stark contrast of two philosophies of life. Soldier: grim-faced,
helmeted, machine gun gripped across his chest, flak jacket,
uncertain. Michael: guitar on his hips, protected by his smile,
song on his lips, handshake, friendship in his eyes.
Behind
the soldier’s protective gear, the face of fear:
a son, a father, a husband far from home. Michael is trying to
show that if we do not hide behind forbidding and aggressive
barriers, there is no reason to hate or fear. Our protection
is our nakedness — the celebration of who we are without
forcing others to be like us. It is his very uniqueness that
is his protection because he is not a threat to others.
Michael
goes into Baghdad neighborhoods where his translator warns
that he could be killed or abducted. What happens is “habibi” — a
kiss on the cheek, food shared, people opening their hearts,
baring their souls, telling their doubts, fears, anger and hope,
spontaneous dancing.
The
documentary film, “I
Know I’m
Not Alone,” produced
from his trip, is proof that there is more that people have in
common than what separates them. Even enemies, like the young
Palestinian farmer facing the young Israeli soldiers at the wall
of hate separating their lands have the same hopes. They feel
that they could live as neighbors in peace, but they are caught
in a web of animosity woven by others. Events are so out of
control that they have come to think that their trap is their
safety net! Michael shows us that hope is not totally extinguished
if we are human together. There is no concrete wall or barrier
of razor wire, no religion or philosophy, no army or insurgency
that can protect us. Only in our humanity — our habibi,
our beloved friendship — can we be free and happy. Michael
Franti’s
wisdom is to celebrate together what unites us, and confirms “I
Know I’m Not Alone!”
©
2006 Richard Sidy
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