kick ass political movie

IndianSummer

watch this movie... for anyone who is against exploitation of other countries, this is a must watch. its called "THE FOURTH WORLD WAR".


http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-6059274620628081943&q=the+fourth+world+war&total=455&start=0&num=10&so=0&type=search&plindex=0

IndianSummer

Rebel Warrior - Asian Dub Foundation

Written by: das, savale, pandit


Ami bidrohi!
I'm the rebel warrior
I have risen alone with my head held high
I will only rest
When the cries of the oppressed
No longer reach the sky
When the sound of the sword of the oppressor
No longer rings in battle
Hear my warcry!
Hear my warcry!


I’m here to teach you a lesson
I’m here to torture your soul
I’m the itch in your side that’s got out of control
’gonna prey on your conscience
You’ll be praying for forgiveness
Seen all the evidence
No longer need a witness
So take my word man
Here’s my sentence
One hundred thousand years of repentance
One hundred thousand years of repentance.


Check my anger, it’s real
Ain’t no token
I’ll be satisfied only when your back’s been broken
It’s my burning ambition to burn down your empire
Man I’ll be building you a funeral pyre
The fire in my eyes
If looks coulda kill
I won’t be satisfied until I’ve had my fill.
so, Check my anger, it’s real
Ain’t no token
I’ll be satisfied only when your back’s been broken


Ami bidrohi!
I'm the rebel warrior
I have risen alone with my head held high
I will only rest
When the cries of the oppressed
No longer No longer No longer reach the sky
When the sound of the sword of the oppressor
No longer rings in battle
Hear my warcry!
Hear my warcry!


Repetitive beats beating against your skull
I’ll be striking you down
To the sounds of the wardrum
The doum!
The doum of the dhol
Taking it’s toll
Null and void is what you’ve become
An underground army with my brothers and sisters
Hand to hand fighting
Building up a resistance
Repetitive beats beating against your skull
Null and void is what you’ve become


Ami bidrohi!
I'm the rebel warrior
I have risen alone with my head held high
I will only rest
When the cries of the oppressed
No longer No longer No longer reach the sky
When the sound of the sword of the oppressor
No longer rings in battle
Hear my warcry!
Hear my warcry!


Null and void is what you’ve become


A radical fusion
Strange alliance
The siren and the flute in unison
’cos it’s a part of my mission
To break down division
Mental compartments
Psychological prisons.


I’ll be sowing the seeds of community
Accomodating, every colour every need
So listen to my message and heed my warning
I’m telling you know
How a new age is dawning


Ami bidrohi!
I'm the rebel warrior
I have risen alone with my head held high
I will only rest
When the cries of the oppressed
No longer No longer No longer No longer reach the sky
When the sound of the sword of the oppressor
No longer rings in battle
Hear my warcry!
Hear my warcry!


Yes the unity of the muslim and the hindu
Will end your tyranny
Ami bidrohi! ami bidrohi!

IndianSummer

Something broke. Illusion that corporate globalization was going to bring us happiness, the illusion that this was democracy. But fundamentally what broke on the 19th was the last element of state terror. Those in power attempt to spread the idea in the entire population that their way of life is the only way. There is only one homogenous linear moment in which everything in the future is the same as the present and the past. You cannot hope for any kind of change; there are no ruptures in history. But there are ruptures, tremendous ruptures that shatter this dominant history. And there are no routines. There can be no predictions and things happen that no one understands.

IndianSummer

Occupation, curfew, settlement, administrative detention, preemptive strike, terrorist infrastructure, attrition, transfer. Their war destroys language, speaks genocide with the words of a quiet technician. Occupation means that you cannot trust the open sky or any open street beneath the gaze of their sniper towers. It means that you cannot trust the future, or have faith that the past will always be there. Occupation means you live out your life under military rule and the constant threat of death. A quick death from a sniper's bullet or a rocket attack from an F-16. A crushing, suffocating death beneath the rubble of a bulldozed building. A slow, bleeding death in an ambulance held for hours at a checkpoint. A dark death on the torture tables of an Israeli prison. A random, arbitrary death as their tanks spray a crowd with machine gunfire. A cold, calculated death from malnutrition and curable diseases. A thousand small deaths as you watch your family die around you. Occupation means that every day you die, and the world watches in silence, as if your death were nothing, as if it were a stone falling to the earth, or water falling over water. And if you face all of this death and indifference, and keep your humanity and your love and your dignity, and refuse to surrender to their terror and despair, then you know something of the courage that is Palestine.

IndianSummer

those who havent watched the movie... you dont know what you are missing.

RolandTD20Kdrummer

I'm about 4 mins in and it's some dude speaking Spanish without subtitles...

but yeah it's epidemic...people in the US think it's not real or can't happen to them or something

beats the fuck out of me how people can be so naive.

edit:
ok there's no subtitles... I have no clue what they are saying.

RolandTD20Kdrummer

I couldn't get past 10 mins...I have no clue what they are saying.

Is there a subtitled version?

IndianSummer

even i couldnt understand the spanish bits.

but even without that, its a great movie. check out the bits filmed in israel, mexico and south korea.

this movie adresses the crying need of our times. its against al the powers that be - IMF, NAFTA, WTO, G8, Bush, coca-colonisation, et all. no one is spared. the narration is suberb to say the least. wait i'll post bits of the narration (i have posted 2 bits before). i have the whole script.

IndianSummer

A war without a battlefield.
A war without an enemy.
A war that is everywhere.
A thousand civil wars.
A war without end.

It is hard, now, to remember what life was like back then. I believed them when they told me that I was alone in the world and that this place and time were invincible. . .

Before that day in September, in April, in December, in May, in November, when this city's veins opened and we lived a hundred years of history in one afternoon.

The world has changed, and we have changed with it. The stories we were told about ourselves and our place in the world no longer seem to make sense and they have left us to walk these streets as strangers.

And so, we walk, and we listen to other voices in other places.

Everywhere today, every aspect of our lives is being violently reorganized. Everywhere there is war. A war without a battlefield, a war without an enemy. A war that is everywhere, a thousand civil wars, a war without end: the Fourth World War.

IndianSummer

For 500 years, the power has tried to erase and deny our existence. For 500 years they have stolen our land. For 500 years they have tried to bury our dead in the ground, to bury our culture behind a pane of glass. But in these mountains walk the dead, our dead.


Our ancestors taught us to work this land. And we continue as they did, planting the seeds of corn and beans. The Mother Earth is what gives us food, and what will one day cover us. It is how we provide for our children and our families. And so we must defend it.
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Brothers and Sisters, We are Indigenous, and represent the Zapatista National Liberation Army, that rose up against the government and that holds high its banners of Democracy, Liberty and Justice for all Mexicans. We are warriors. We are the last of a generation of men and women who have been collectively entrusted with being guardian and heart of the people.

IndianSummer

I didn't know my neighbors until we met in the street. Friendship was dangerous in Argentina. To survive, we learned to walk past the violence around us without seeing, without becoming witnesses. The police stations were in the city center and at night we had to tell ourselves the screams were something else. I didn't know my neighbors until we met on the 19th and the 20th, until we decided to stop being afraid.

IndianSummer

I walked out of Paulsmore Prison in 1990 and felt free for the first time in my life. The townships came alive that year, apartheid was collapsing around us and everywhere you could read the joy and pride on people's faces. In April 1994, I voted for the first time. In the struggle at 15, at 21 I was in exile and unsure of my life. We spent our childhoods fighting in the streets of Crossroads, Atlon, Soweto, and then in the mountains of Angola. And on that brilliant day in April, we won. Our party was swept into power in South Africa's first democratic elections and generations of sacrifice suddenly made sense.

IndianSummer

I must go. Don't cry, I must go on the heavy road to Seoul, climbing the white and black thirsting hills to sell my innocence.

Long ago, I left the smell of wheat and castor bean flowers for the 12 hours of daily darkness in the factories of Changwon. But we were many and the bosses were few and we struggled together to build a hard kind of dignity here. Their police and their jails could not break our solidarity, but now we are facing something new.

The IMF and the WTO have come to cut us loose again - from the home that we built here in the factory and the people that we found here in each other. They put me on a contract and so I must go again.

Don't cry, I must go on the heavy road to Seoul, climbing the white and black thirsting hills to sell my innocence.

IndianSummer

The people united,
Will never be defeated.
Men, children and women,
We will always make the effort,
Workers and Peasants,
All together with the people.
Forward, forward, forward we go!
To take part in the struggle ahead, because our country cries out in need for all of the force of the Zapatistas.

IndianSummer

The courage of children in the Jenin refugee camp,
Warm summer rain in Buenos Aires,
Fog and silence in Oventik,
A river of red in Johannesburg.
Our step quickened and our feet remembered
Days like these generations ago.
Days when flesh and bone were stronger than lead.
We walked and we marched together,
And everywhere the earth shifted under our feet.
We walked, looking for answers inside these borders.
We walked the length and breadth of our countries
But could not find the edges of this system.

IndianSummer

Bae-Dal Ho spent his life in the factory. Over two decades he built a family and a home and some dignity there. But when the IMF came to privatize the industry, he struck with his union, and then they took away his job, his home, his bank account and his children's future. On a Sunday morning in May, he set himself on fire in front of his factory gate. We have seen what this system has done in other countries and we know what hunger looks like in the street. When we strike today we are fighting for our lives, for our children's lives, for the lives of those who came before us.

IndianSummer

I met you in the street, before we felt the war on our skin. I did not know the history or geography of struggle that brought us to this moment, but our bodies remembered a strength that was not their own and a purpose outside of their time. An hour after curfew, running with a barricade down an ally choked with gas, you turned to me: 'The streets are full. Don’t you feel it?' 'The streets are full of ghosts.'

IndianSummer

Come back Africa, We want you back!
Where is it? Where is that freedom?
We want the freedom that our people died for!
This is our democracy that our children, our mothers, our daughters, our sons have died for. Let us go and defend this democracy. In the previous struggle you could identify the enemy. It was the Boer, the apartheid - it was the system. But now for the ordinary person in the street, the enemy is difficult to identify. Because we're fighting a world system here, that has just been thrown upon us.

IndianSummer

On the first of January we chose to die fighting rather than to die forgotten. We armed our voice, so that it could be heard, we hid our face, so that it could be seen, we spoke with fire and with fire responded the powerful. But then other voices spoke.

IndianSummer

I am 18. I've just started a family and my child is 2 months old. I want to have something for them. You can see that the police are here, saying we can't enter or leave this area. This is the police. That harass you. That beat you. They beat you without feeling. The ones that attacked us in the Plaza de Mayo. Without knowing why or who they attacked. They lose their consciousness when they beat you. They lose their humanity when they shoot at you. That is how it is. The poor life of a poor man and a witness. This was a huge mountain of dirt. Dirt they had to move with shovels, sweat, hunger, fatigue, day and night. That is how it is. That is how you win the struggle. Life is a struggle. Struggle for it, live it, enjoy it, suffer it. And that is how you will be. With your feet firmly planted. Your head held high. My land is the biggest thing I have, the most beautiful thing I have. We struggle for it; we fight for it, with the police, with the government. It is difficult, but with the help and strength of all of us, we will win.

IndianSummer

‘They ripped you free from land and history. They built walls around you. They made your life into a lonely compromise and turned you into an accomplice in their violence. But it is a new world, so let us begin again. Make your home here with us in the street.'


'Tonight they may take these streets back.'
'They may disperse us again,'
'They may even beat and jail our bodies, but then they will have our bodies.'
'But then they will have our bodies.'
'They will not have our obedience.'


On the afternoon of July 20, a jeep drove into the middle of the crowd, and fired two bullets at close range into the face of Carlo Giuliani.


We heard the shot a block away and looked at each other in disbelief. I told you not to worry, that it was a concussion grenade, or something else. But Carlo is dead now and somehow everything is different. And so we do not come to this plaza to mourn where he fell. We come to you, we return to the living. There were others before him, remember?' Yes, you remember.' But then the blood was hidden... (It was so far) the South's rain washed it from the earth,(far, far away), the people's death was as it has always been: as if no one had died, nothing, as if they were stones falling to the earth or water falling over water. But this crime was committed in the middle of the plaza. This blood was not hidden by the jungle or swallowed by the sand. No one hid this crime. This crime was committed in the middle of the Plaza.

IndianSummer

"We are at war." they tell us.
You are at war.
"The War has come home and nothing will ever be the same again."
But if the War has come home, where did it come from?
When did it start? Who has been fighting it?
And most importantly, how can we end this War?
They don't have answers. They don’t even ask the questions.
Instead they try to normalize this fear, to manage this pain.
They tell us to return to work in our tall office buildings, to keep crossing the country in airplanes, to keep shopping.
Above all they tell us not to let this change us.
Wherever our movements won victories, the systems response was War.
War that can not be won.
War that they have no intention of ending.
War that is irrational, inefficient,
War that does not end, that is an end in itself.


They try to break our spirit with arbitrary violence, to occupy our dreams with fear and despair. But we refuse to surrender to their terror. We refuse to surrender, and our refusal is a stone against their tanks.

IndianSummer

Where is your name badge? You want to know my name? Police, we are not afraid of you. We rose up to seize state, but found that the state did not exist. That in reality we faced a system stretching far beyond our borders. But we were born in the struggle and we have defeated other Empires before this one. We did not overthrow apartheid through elections or a decisive military engagement. We defeated apartheid, and we will stop this war, by making it unworkable on the ground through thousands of collective acts of rebellion and disobedience.

IndianSummer

We walked and these moments changed us.
We saw the buildings burning and the pain in our neighbor’s eyes,
We rushed bayonets in the mountain and lines of police in the city.
We were touched by too much death.
We loved and felt alive.
We heard the echo of our word in other voices,
We watched the moon rise over the barricades.
We were wounded by the courage of small children.
This is not the whole story or the only story.
It is an introduction to some of the people with whom we share this planet.
A much greater story remains to be told - the story we will write together.

IndianSummer

http://www.liberationvideo.com/details.html?DVDSKU=98

spiral out

Just finished watching this, can someone remind me whats so great about the IMF and capitalism again? Because i see alot of people suffering in the world.

DriftingByTheStorm

spiral out wrote:

Just finished watching this, can someone remind me whats so great about the IMF and capitalism again? Because i see alot of people suffering in the world.

"God, money - let's go dancing on the backs of the bruised."


Well ... the IMF and Capitalism work GREAT for those at the top ... the Nation or two that sell the billion dollar services (electric power, sanitation, heavy industry - read Confessions Of An Economic Hitman) ...

oh ... and the IMF is REALLY great for the bankers who are issuing the bills.

kenny olav

War?
System of a Down

Dark is the light,
The man you fight,
With all your prayers, incantations,
Running away, a trivial day,
Of judgment and deliverance,
To whom was sold, this bounty soul,
A gentile or a priest?
Who victored over the Seljuks
When the holy land was taken

We will fight the heathens, we will fight the heathens!
We will fight the heathens, we will fight the heathens!

Was it the riches, of the land,
Powers of bright darkness,
That lead the noble, to the east,
To fight the heathens

We will fight the heathens, we will fight the heathens!
We will fight the heathens, we will fight the heathens!
We will fight the heathens, we will fight the heathens!
We will fight the heathens, we will fight the heathens!

We must call upon our bright darkness,
Beliefs, they're the bullets of the wicked,
One was written on the sword,
For you must enter a room to destroy it,
International security,
Call of the righteous man,
Needs a reason to kill man,
History teaches us so,
The reason he must attain,
Must be approved by his god,
His child, partisan brother of war,

Of war, we dont speak anymore,
Of war, we dont speak anymore,
Of war, we dont speak anymore,
Of war, we dont speak anymore,

We will fight the heathens, we will fight the heathens!
We will fight the heathens, we will fight the heathens!
We will fight the heathens, we will fight the heathens!
We will fight the heathens, we will fight the heathens!

IndianSummer

did you all like the movie??