Police & Cabal On Social Networks Family block !

Narration of the story on social networks and social media, observations in this virtual and community world behind the resulting social or communication phenomena.

 

 

“ Communication can be summed up in this sentence that I have posted in my house: what I think, what I want to say, what I think I'm saying, what I say, what you want to hear, what you think you understand, what you want to understand, and what you understand, there are at least nine ways of not understanding.” Bernard Werber, Le Site web

 bernardwerber.com/unpeuplus/innerview/pages/Communication.htm

 

 

     From my brief experience in the village school, I asked the pupils in the class a test about superheroes and what they wanted to be in the future. The majority answered Policeman. Their answer surprised me, but at the same time I expected it to be obvious. In my day I wanted to be a journalist, but nobody I knew at the time was a journalist except my Arabic teacher, a sports journalist on the national channel, and the mother of a friend of mine at school. Although my mother listened to and watched TV and radio programs, and so did I. The village were surrounded by policemen, gendarmes, farmers or firemen and there was a radio antenna in the village. I'd like to come back to my old school.  The headmaster of that school had a bad reputation with the resident pupils, abuse of power, harassment and so on, not to mention the fact that he was begging for money from pupils whose parents were rich at the same time as he was building his villa. I was curious by nature, always popping into the girls' residences to hear their stories, but I didn't bother. Given that I was escaping into my imaginary world between drawing and romance in the fictional world of cinema and the Harlequin, J'ai lu, Intimité, Femmes d'aujourd'hui, American comics and other English and Russian French literature collections. We have a subscription from France, paid for by my uncle, my mother's only brother, of the same father and mother, who lived between Paris and Lisbon. Married to a Portuguese woman, all we knew was that he was a tailor and that he did voluntary work at the town hall helping emigrants. Since this uncle had no children, he wanted to take me in and live with him.  He should have, I wouldn't have ended up with diplomas and staying at home among selfish, narcissistic males and their jealous wives to do the maid or to show off their children or their friends at birthdays or weddings or to take with them to a restaurant or a clothes shop. They had shares in the Chamber of Commerce and built up a network of contacts through their friends, family and work contacts throughout Morocco. This network is made up of doctors, hospitals, laboratories, pharmacies, Para pharmacy and press publishing, schools, restaurants, cinemas, clothing and furniture shops, hotels, Banks, security guards, chocolates, architectural and building trades, printing and computer supplies, hypermarkets, caterers, restaurants and construction firms. In short, their brains work in terms of their working relationship with their profession, the liberal insurance profession or the medical profession, and in terms of their relationship with family and friends. Fortunately, I had my mother who thought of me without disinterest, the light of my life who has now disappeared.

 

 

 That's when I realized that the relationship between brothers or sisters comes down to common interests via internet networks and not blood ties. In addition, other events that we didn't understand, which had to do with politics, artificial intelligence and data, the military past, the DST or veterans of my father, his family and that of my mother's family had an influence on our integration into the civil service. I remained an emigrant in my own country with French and English or American tastes but with a Muslim and Moroccan education. A more precise memory of our school of the pupils who sit next to me in the classroom who have a father who is a policeman, lawyer or teacher or works in the media ''les freemasons''. My father and uncle were socialists, but harassed by the independent party.

A scene that comes back to me precisely when my brother was attacked by a policeman, unjustly accused by an unknown woman, while he was preparing for his baccalaureate in the garden next to our house. My other two brothers were playing ball as children, breaking the windows of a Jewish man's shop, either as a game or by accident in the street at the time. Moroccan law protected the Jewish minority but not others minorities (Amazigh or Riff) in those days. We didn't understand why they were arrested as children, even though we had a good relationship with the Jewish girls in our street. We were neighbors, my father did business with them, we bought our glasses our juice our food from Jews.  It was then that I heard the political and racist story on TV about the Khristanallash night of 9/10 November 1938 and the Nazi vandalism of Jewish shops and windows. The news and politics of the glass shards strewn across the pavements in Germany and Europe had a domino effect on us, in Morocco and in other neighboring countries. Remembering this news item and the misinformation surrounding it, as well as the avalanche effect caused here, prompted me to mention it in my social media, to return to the injustice caused by religious and political racism and by global anti-Zionism. Hence the importance of my story and my writing provoked by the emotional memories of injustice at a moment in the past of my childhood memory and by the emotional anger of the present moment of harassment during the COVID pandemic, combined with memories in moments of narrative genius, global and virtual trends, affecting Jewish women around the world and Hollywood as well as the artistic and sporting world of skating.

 

So don't underestimate the boomerang effect, the domino effect, the snowball effect and your infiltration of virtual communities in the media world and on social networks! You'd be surprised at the consequences and the reinvention of your world and your profile. However, social media has two sides - one positive and one negative.  The positive side of changing our world view of media facts and events could unleash the hatred of the other anti-Jewish clan and those who put the free Palestine hat after the yarmulke under symbols of compassion, love and tolerance between religions. A hatred fueled by the ‘’Ikhwan”, encouraged by the extreme right-wing party, by the Saudis and conservative Iranians in the Middle East.  What's more, North Africans are ignorant and copy-paste data. As well as the theft of phones are also distressing and terrifying especially with the advent of artificial intelligence and ChatGPT which will build a stupid world and fake artists, fake journalists ... etc.

 

     Followed by people I don't know, I was suspected of espionage when I was having a telephone conversation with my family, which I observed in my entourage and on social networks in a democratic society. I was simply exercising my right to freedom of expression in the Internet agora.

     Finally, between surveillance and a gregarious society, a cabal watched over by the guardians of the galaxy and the watchers, sociologists and media. Between scientific studies, the media profession, ignorance and the pollution emitted by these social networks, the objectives and understanding of communication are being lost, inciting some to hatred and suspicion and leading to prejudice.  Faced with my global universal objective on the Internet, it's a total incomprehension. I am still confused by these two sides, East and West, in the same family and in the same country, arguing while using the same Arabic language and paradoxically wanting to be Westerners in a dual identity of schizophrenia and paranoia.

Followed or not by Lebanese or Saudi, Moroccan, Russian, American, English, French or Canadian journalists because of my studies of the media and the TV Show and my social media activity. What we ingest every day, among assets and liabilities, and through our support and interests in the media, sport, news, music, cinema, Broadway and social media are understood by the ignorant of the profession, as a crime of lèse-majesté or treachery for a homeland or a hussy who talks to foreigners. The family block or the number change will build walls around you and isolate you in the virtual and the real. As a result, the family will disperse and fall apart for reasons you don't understand. Watch out for your nearest and dearest and block them out! They will be behind you, stealing your contacts, your fans, your husband, your future, your opportunity to succeed and your social media. They will make you feel guilty for misunderstood social phenomena. You will be the last to be served when you were the first to make an intellectual effort and spend money on people you don't know. These people hide behind avatars, masks and fake profiles, who will not regret your absence. You can finish your life at home without a job, your place is taken by someone else and your universal objective of united religions and citizens' rights is nipped in the bud.

 

Loubna Khriss