Top Black Racists 2023/24 WAZ AWARDS #9 Sven

Part 9: Sven  Johansson                                       in progress

We Watch ‘The Moral Challanges of the Gaza War’ 11/03/2023 The Glenn Show. Featuring: Glenn ‘Glennocide’ Loury (GL) Professor Brown University, Rhode Island 
and John ‘Smoke them Out’ McWhorter (JM) Professor Columbia University, New York.

Back to the show we go, The Glenn Show:

While Jake spoke Sven Johansson had been contemplating the stump of his middle finger which he’d lost years ago on a black cod opening. Hung up on red-tree coral his line (breaking strength 2,600 pounds) had gone bar-tight. Sven was at the roller trying work it loose by circling the boat round and round, when the line parted with a ping then a bang like a sledge hammer as it hit a bait tub an inch from Ole’s elbow. Sven had just laid his hand on the line to check how tight it was. His glove went through the sheave and the last he saw of his finger was a seagull gobbling it down as it hit the water fifty feet off the port side.

“Yah, wish I still had this.” he said. “I could show them Israelis what I think of ’em. We took Moaiad fishing halibut you know. Me and Ole. We took 20,000 pounds in three days. That boy can work like a Norwegian. Rougher the seas the better he liked ’em. Cold trip, too. Never complained and we only had to show him something once. I put him on the roller by God, because he could handle it. Some guys been out there ten years and still mess it up. He was ready for anything. Couldn’t get over the size of the bait. We bait hooks bigger than fish Palestinians catch over there.”

This would be an epic speech for a Scandinavian stoic even if he was rambling into the radio in the middle of the night trying to stay awake at sea. We were on dry land at morning breakfast so it was unusual.

“I know a little about fish.” Sven went on. “That fisheries guy, shifting base balls, what’s his name Cosmo?”

“Daniel Pauley, man. Shifting Baselines.”

“Yah, him. I bet that guy’d have something to say if he was fishing off Gaza. Moaiad showed me pictures of what goes on out there.

“Why are their fish so small.”

“Israelis.” Sven spat with disgust. “We was in Petersburg during the Oslo Agreements in 1993 and ’95. Watched them. ‘Good for Norway’ we thought. Under Olso I, Palestinians are supposed to be able to fish out to 20 miles. Never happened. They fish from open skiffs in open water. Out in the dark before dawn. Israel controls the water and they’re always changing how far out Palestinians can fish. Some days six miles. Some days three. Some days Israeli gunboats, big bastards too, drive the Palestinians right into the beach.
So you get too many guys fising too close together, too close to shore. Wipes out the stocks. But they got to fish. No other work. They got almost no current so when Israel cuts off sewage treatment, Gaza sewage sinks to the bottom and kills it.”

“What current there is off Gaza flows south to north.” Cosmo said. “So every couple years when Israel blows up all the sewage treatment plants and pipes, two million Palestinian turds a day migrate north towards Israel’s desalination plants where Israel gets most of its drinking water. Netanyahu should think about what he drinks water. ‘A taste of Hamas’. ”

“Sometimes Israeli gun boats kick up big wakes to swamp them.” Sven went on. “Sink their boats. Sink their gear. Other times they make ’em take off all their clothes and yump in the water to swim over to the Israelis. Yust to humiliate ’em. Spotlights on ’em in the dark. In the winter. Lot of times they shoot at them with rubber bullets yust for the hell of it. Only they ain’t rubber bullets. They’re metal bullets dipped in rubber. Or live ammunition. They come alongside and pump sewage into their boats. All over their catch and over them.
One middle-age guy who fished near Moayed’s cousin, they shot him in the face with so many rubber coated bullets they blinded both his eyes. He was the only support for ten people in his family. Doctors might have saved one of his eyes but the goddam Israelis wouldn’t let him out of Gaza for treatment. Now he yust sits in black darkness.

“They knock a hole in a guy’s boat, or shoot his motor, and he can’t fix if because the damned Israelis won’t let in fiberglass or parts, or pipes. Or they don’t let in fuel so some of these guys go out rowing. Israel cuts off power so they got no refigeration. Nothing in Gaza like the Cold Storage we got right here at the dock. Like Hoonah’s got. Like Ketchikan’s got. Like Yakutat and Pelican…”

“Yah, every one of you guys spend all summer and fall plugging chest freezers full of fish and meat. They can’t do that in Gaza because Israelis cut off power. Been doing it for years. Or they cut the fuel so the power plant can’t run. Moaiad said they see Israelis fishing father out off Gaza where Palestinians can’t go. Out closer to them gas rigs. The ones the Palestinians were supposed to own. Arafat lit the first one of those 19 miles out in 2000. Israel stole ’em.

“Sons of bitches! Like fishing ain’t a hard enough way to make a living. When Nazis occupied Norway in World War Two Norway gave them hell. Me and Ole gave Moaiad some ideas how we settled up with ’em.”

“Like what?”

“Like none of your business.” The Norwegian said.

To be continued