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Autore e parathënies së librit për Kamala Harris, Linda Rama: Nuk do të hyjë në zyrën ovale, por ndodhi siç donte populli
12 Nëntor 2024, 12:05Kulturë
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Promovohet në Tiranë autobiografia e Kamala Harris, zv.presidentes në detyrë të SHBA, e cila humbi zgjedhjet për president përballë Donald Trump.
Bashkëshortja e kryeministrit shqiptar Linda Rama, e cila është autore e parathënies së autobiografisë foli gjatë promovimit të librit për pëjetimet e saj.
“Libri është shkruar kur Kamala ishte zv.presidente dhe ishte një nga dy kandidatët që kërkonte të hynte në zyrën ovale. Karriera e Kamalës ishte kaq graduale, sa herë-herë kisha nota mosbesimi, a është një guidë se si duhet të jetë një prokuror apo si duhet të jetë një politikane.
Asnjëherë nuk më erdhi si një grua që në fakt rrënjët e saj biologjike dhe sociale i kishte të grupet vulnerabël të shoqërisë. Ajo nuk kishte asnjë lloj vulnerabiliteti në libër. Ndërsa dëgjoja fushatën, mua Kamala më vinte me fuqinë e saj nga libri i shkruar në vitin 2018”, tha Linda Rama.
Ajo u ndal dhe të humbja e Harris, teksa tha se gjithçka ndodhi siç e donte populli amerikan.
“Kamala nuk do të hyjë në zyrën ovale dhe pavarësisht si erdhën gjërat, gjërat erdhën ashtu siç e donte populli amerikan. Kjo është e bukura e demokracive që populli vendos. Tranzicioni i 30 viteve na e ka mësuar.
Një përjetim tjetër që kam pasur, po kjo Shqipëria e vogël sa shumë eksperiencë ka pasur në këto 30 vite sa në të gjitha debatet që bëhen na bën të ndihemi pjesë e një konteksti të jashtëzakonshëm siç janë zgjedhjet në SHBA.
Fuqia për të prekur plagën dhe aftësia për t’u futur në rolin e viktimës, gjithmonë kur flasim për prokurorin.
Politika si aleat i më të dobëtit, sjellja e politikanit ndaj dështimit dhe ofertës për karrierë, një krim ndaj dikujt si krim ndaj gjithkujt, raporti ndaj kërkimit shkencor dhe me shifrat. Doja të isha vetja në parathënien e Kamalës e frymëzuar nga Kamala”, tha Linda Rama.
Sipas saj, profili i prokurorit për mua mbetet një kërshëri e veçantë.
“Në parathënie kam nënvizuar që kërcënimet për liritë dhe të drejtat e fituara nga brezat janë reale dhe do jenë të pranishme për ata që do vijnë”, deklaroi Linda Rama.
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"Autore e parathënies së librit" !? Autore e parathënies së përkthimit në shqip të librit!
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Shoqja Lindita Rama!! Ti ke bere edhe parathenien per gërnetën e Klintonit. Si autore para-dheniesh e mbrapa-marrjesh mund te na thoni sa here para dhe sa here mbrapa ??
HAHAHAHAHAH
Edvni i kushtonte vemendje me te vecante mbrapa-marrjes prandaj nxinte bythen neper plazhet nudo te Frances qe ta kishte gati per mikun e vet maroken Arsen, refugjat si Edvini. Per keto me teper se Linda dine grate e meparshme te Edvinit po edhe ato i ka cmendur Edvini nga mendte e kokes sic po cmend Linditen.
Përse përpiqesh në çdo rast ta denigrosh gruan e kryeministrit, shqiptaren Linda Rama? Pse je kaq politikisht i kalbur? Parathënia e librit quhet e tillë në origjinalin anglisht të autores. Po ku ta dish ti, mjeran politik ?
Edhe pordha do kishte bere efekt me domethenes se sa kjo qe ka bere shoqja Lindita. Ptuuuu! Rrace e mutit. Nje turi keni ne gjitha. Kariere brilante maje karit thote kjo loqja.
Nuk kam lexuar diçka nga zonja, por kam lexuar nga i shoqi, Kryeministër. Mendoj (qofsha i gabuar) gjithçka e shkruar "prej kësaj zonje" dhe po ashtu, gjërat më të rëndësishme që lexohen nga shoqja kryeparlamentare Spiropali, kanë për autor Edi Ramën. Bëhet fjalë për një plagjiaturë të pastër, e cila nuk e bënë të nevojshëm as edhe një specialist të fushës, pasi gjithçka duket me një sy të shpejt, të lirë.
Kur ben edhe kjo si intelektuale. Mos harro qe je gruaja e 5-te e nje perversi seksual dhe politikani kriminel.
Kamala, moj linda, e ka care rrugen e karieres politike, ne saje te flirtimit me zezakun guvernator 30 vjet me te vjeter dhe per me teper dhe i martuar. Kaq mjafton, kurse ti linda qe je inamoruar mbas saj, cuditerisht dhe nga pamja, po na ngjall mallin e Nexhmije Hoxhes.
I the te gjitha , keta nuk kane shame, komuniste ngelen, si Mund te promovoje nje njeri si Kamala
Aman vetem per moral te mos na flasin bythlepiresit shqipo te perversit Trump qe ka nderruar 3 gra dhe i ka tradhetuar te gjitha me aktore pornoje dhe qe mburrej ne televizor se kapte femrat nga picka dhe lavderonte shalet dhe gjoksin e te bijes neper intervista. Kurse shkallet e karrieres i ka ngjitur vetem me mashtrime dhe ndyresa. Vetem per moral mos shani kundershtaret e plakut me pampers o idiota.
Pse e transferon diskutimin. Ketu po flasim per Qamilen....
Sepse ata qe shajne Qamilen per pune morali dhe etike, mbeshtesin nje horr mafioz 1000 here me te ndyre se Qamilja, fitorja e te cilit per Shqiperine dhe Kosoven eshte vetem nje e keqe.
Nuk eshte e vertete. ka qe i shajne te dy ...
..hamshoret per kete pune jane te kalerojne gopin..eshte morali i punes se hamshorit... po ju pederastet bythkuq do flisnit ndryshe nese Trumpi do pomponte cuna fushe si puna e"@" dhe si Vini i Netes, dhe jo modele, striptiza e sex-yje. Impotente, pederaste dhe te tredhur ! Bashkohuni me Linditen ne krye
O te dhjefsha ty qe quan Trapin "hamshor" dhe i lepin bythen plakut pervers mafioz qe do ta jepte vendin tend me gjithe Kosove per fli tek Putana. Po mund te mos jesh homo dhe te jesh imoral i ndyre o trushkale. Shko o plehre ofroje veten se mbase do te kaleroje plaku me pampers edhe gopin tend ose gopin e sateme se qenke marrosur pas hamshorit 80 vjecar me jarga. Yyyt cope mishi pa tru.
Latë nam, o komentues, te çdo partie qofshi! Në asnjë vend te botës, ne asnje shoqeri te botes, sndodh që te kete 1 javë që komentohet zgjedhja e nje presidenti te një shteti tjeter, qofte kjo edhe i Shba. Vetëm midis shqipetareve, vetem ne shoqerine e prapambetur shqipetare! Si nuk e kuptoni, more, qe sdi çfare epiteti t’u jap, qe Trump a kush tjeter nuk u ka ne laps as ju, qe jeni ne Shba, as ne qe jemi ne vende te tjera dhe as ata qe jane ne Shqiperi. Kerkoni ndryshime nga te tjere, veç jo nga vetja!!! Zhvillohuni si njerez njehere e duajeni gjuhen tuaj, kulturen tuaj, traditen tuaj, pastaj beni tifo per te tjeret, se nuk te vjen e mira nga ata, por vetem nga vetja! Keni 1 jave qe vetem lihni duke share e ofenduar kedo qe u del perpara! U dhentë zoti mendtë per pleqeri te pakten se vate kjo punë!
Sa e lumtur do ishte Liri Berisha sikur të kishte mundësibtë bëntë këtë që bën Linda.
Linda, gruaja e kushedisate e psikopatit te Surrelit. Psikopati jot megaloman me kartele, i ka rrahur te gjithe grate e veta dhe i katandiste ne gjysem njeriu me perversitetet e veta. Paska qene shume e embel paraja qe te shtyn te durosh ate te lojtur te droguar pervers qe i hyn ne dru botes.
Nganjehere do te duheshin dy gjuhe per lepirje.
Trump është vërtetë tip pervers por çdo gjë e bën dhe e pranon hapur. Se përse e votojnë amerikanët atë pervers e dinë mirë ata vetë. Ndërsa ne, kemi mbetur mes dy kiminelëve.... Njëri të vret ,tjetri të çon të vritesh dhe nuk dimë nga të mbajmë! Sa për moral, mendoj se është fare i papranueshëm si term në politikë. Kurse kjo gruaja,Linda, është e zonja. Ka mijëra budallaçka që i heqin brekët kot,kjo e investon veglën dhe ka bërë para'!
linda ka pamje burri me paruke vk sa e shpifur arabja dhe e veshur si dordolec
Dy fjale per keta koqet e Saliut me siper,edhe mutin e Lindes ta quash Sali ne kete rast ke ofendu mutin,te pakten Linda nuk ka vjedhur e vrare Shqiptaret.
Po kush eshte autori i biografise se Qamiles? Kush e ka shkruar parathenien ne origjinalin e botuar? Kjo shoqja e sajuar me berrrete ka bere parathenien e perkthimit ne shqip, pra, pervec parathenies ne origjinal qe mund te kete marre mundimin ndonje dashnor i Qamiles te shkruaje, kjo shoqja Surrelese ka bere edhe parathenie te parathenies dhe kjo parathenie e parathenies eshte promoviar sot ne nje aktivitet plot me intelektuale ripjellas. Kjo per te sqaruar publikun e habitur e te pataksir te temes
Parathenie e librit ne fjale eshte e bere nga vete Kamala Harris,mbase ka bere dicka tjeter qe shkruajtesi i meros nuk e kontemplon dot dhe flet brockulla duke vene emra kot me kot ... Sa per info ja ku e keni parathenien e librit: M PREFACE ost mornings, my husband, Doug, wakes up before me and reads the news in bed. If I hear him making noises—a sigh, a groan, a gasp— I know what kind of day it’s going to be. November 8, 2016, had started well—the last day of my campaign for the U.S. Senate. I spent the day meeting as many more voters as I could, and of course cast a vote myself at a neighborhood school up the street from our house. We were feeling pretty good. We had rented a huge place for my Election Night party, with a balloon drop waiting to go. But first I was going out for dinner with family and close friends—a tradition dating back to my first campaign. People had flown in from all across the country, even overseas, to be with us—my aunts and cousins, my in-laws, my sister’s in- laws, and more, all gathered for what we hoped would be a very special night. I was staring out the car window, reflecting on how far we’d come, when I heard one of Doug’s signature groans. “You gotta look at this,” he said, handing me his phone. Early results for the presidential election were coming in. Something was happening— something bad. By the time we arrived at the restaurant, the gap between the two candidates had shrunk considerably, and I was inwardly groaning as well. The New York Times’ probability meter was suggesting it was going to be a long, dark night. We settled in for a meal in a small room off the main restaurant. Emotions and adrenaline were running high, but not for the reasons we had anticipated. On the one hand, while polls hadn’t yet closed in California, we were optimistic that I was going to win. Yet even as we prepared for that hard- earned celebration, all eyes were on our screens as state after state came back with numbers that told a troubling story. At a certain point, my nine-year-old godson, Alexander, came up to me with big tears welling in his eyes. I assumed one of the other kids in our group had been teasing him about something. “Come here, little man. What’s wrong?” Alexander looked up and locked eyes with mine. His voice was trembling. “Auntie Kamala, that man can’t win. He’s not going to win, is he?” Alexander’s worry broke my heart. I didn’t want anyone making a child feel that way. Eight years earlier, many of us had cried tears of joy when Barack Obama was elected president. And now, to see Alexander’s fear . . . His father, Reggie, and I took him outside to try to console him. “Alexander, you know how sometimes superheroes are facing a big challenge because a villain is coming for them? What do they do when that happens?” “They fight back,” he whimpered. “That’s right. And they fight back with emotion, because all the best superheroes have big emotions just like you. But they always fight back, right? So that’s what we’re going to do.” Shortly after, the Associated Press called my race. We were still at the restaurant. “I can’t thank you all enough for being with me every step of the way all the time, all the time,” I told my incredibly loving and supportive family and friends. “It means so much to me.” I was overwhelmed with gratitude, both for the people in that room and the people I had lost along the way, especially my mother. I tried to savor the moment, and I did, if briefly. But, like everyone else, I soon turned my eyes back to the television. After dinner, we headed to our Election Night venue, where more than a thousand people had gathered for the party. I was no longer a candidate for office. I was a U.S. senator-elect—the first black woman from my state, and the second in the nation’s history, to earn that job. I had been elected to represent more than thirty-nine million people—roughly one out of every eight Americans from all backgrounds and walks of life. It was—and is—a humbling and extraordinary honor. My team clapped and cheered as I joined them in the greenroom behind the stage. It all still felt more than a little surreal. None of us had fully processed what was happening. They formed a circle around me as I thanked them for everything they’d done. We were a family, too, and we had been through an incredible journey together. Some of the folks in the room had been with me since my first campaign for district attorney. But now, almost two years after the start of our campaign, we had a new mountain to take. I had written a speech based on the assumption that Hillary Clinton would become our first woman president. As I went onstage to greet my supporters, I left that draft behind. I looked out at the room. It was packed with people, from the floor to the balcony. Many were in a state of shock as they watched the national returns. I told the crowd we had a task in front of us. I said the stakes were high. We had to be committed to bringing our country together, to doing what was required to protect our fundamental values and ideals. I thought of Alexander and all the children when I posed a question: “Do we retreat or do we fight? I say we fight. And I intend to fight!” I went home that night with my extended family, many of whom were staying with us. We all went into our respective rooms, changed into sweats, and then joined one another in the living room. Some of us were sitting on couches. Others on the floor. We all planted ourselves in front of the television. No one really knew what to say or do. Each of us was trying to cope in our own way. I sat down on the couch with Doug and ate an entire family-size bag of classic Doritos. Didn’t share a single chip. But I did know this: one campaign was over, but another was about to begin. A campaign that called on us all to enlist. This time, a battle for the soul of our nation. In the years since, we’ve seen an administration align itself with white supremacists at home and cozy up to dictators abroad; rip babies from their mothers’ arms in grotesque violation of their human rights; give corporations and the wealthy huge tax cuts while ignoring the middle class; derail our fight against climate change; sabotage health care and imperil a woman’s right to control her own body; all while lashing out at seemingly everything and everyone, including the very idea of a free and independent press. We are better than this. Americans know we’re better than this. But we’re going to have to prove it. We’re going to have to fight for it. On July 4, 1992, one of my heroes and inspirations, Thurgood Marshall, gave a speech that deeply resonates today. “We cannot play ostrich,” he said. “Democracy just cannot flourish amid fear. Liberty cannot bloom amid hate. Justice cannot take root amid rage. America must get to work. . . . We must dissent from the indifference. We must dissent from the apathy. We must dissent from the fear, the hatred, and the mistrust.” This book grows out of that call to action, and out of my belief that our fight must begin and end with speaking truth. I believe there is no more important and consequential antidote for these times than a reciprocal relationship of trust. You give and you receive trust. And one of the most important ingredients in a relationship of trust is that we speak truth. It matters what we say. What we mean. The value we place on our words—and what they are worth to others. We cannot solve our most intractable problems unless we are honest about what they are, unless we are willing to have difficult conversations and accept what facts make plain. We need to speak truth: that racism, sexism, homophobia, transphobia, and anti-Semitism are real in this country, and we need to confront those forces. We need to speak truth: that, with the exception of Native Americans, we all descend from people who weren’t born on our shores—whether our ancestors came to America willingly, with hopes of a prosperous future, or forcibly, on a slave ship, or desperately, to escape a harrowing past. We cannot build an economy that gives dignity and decency to American workers unless we first speak truth; that we are asking people to do more with less money and to live longer with less security. Wages haven’t risen in forty years, even as the costs of health care, tuition, and housing have soared. The middle class is living paycheck to paycheck. We must speak truth about our mass incarceration crisis—that we put more people in prison than any country on earth, for no good reason. We must speak truth about police brutality, about racial bias, about the killing of unarmed black men. We must speak truth about pharmaceutical companies that pushed addictive opioids on unsuspecting communities, and payday lenders and for-profit colleges that have leeched on to vulnerable Americans and overloaded them with debt. We must speak truth about greedy, predatory corporations that have turned deregulation, financial speculation, and climate denialism into creed. And I intend to do just that. This book is not meant to be a policy platform, much less a fifty-point plan. Instead, it is a collection of ideas and viewpoints and stories, from my life and from the lives of the many people I’ve met along the way. Just two more things to mention before we get started: First, my name is pronounced “comma-la,” like the punctuation mark. It means “lotus flower,” which is a symbol of significance in Indian culture. A lotus grows underwater, its flower rising above the surface while its roots are planted firmly in the river bottom. And second, I want you to know how personal this is for me. This is the story of my family. It is the story of my childhood. It is the story of the life I have built since then. You’ll meet my family and my friends, my colleagues and my team. I hope you will cherish them as I do and, through my telling, see that nothing I have ever accomplished could have been done on my own. —Kamala, 2018
Hahahahahahahahh lot. Qeke koqe kari qe lexon mediokritetet e Kamales si me lexu Lul pidhin “Misioni im” hahahahahah. Pupupu cfare niveli Kamala. Ver Llapa rahmet paste fliste me gjate dhe me bukur se Kamala.
Injoranca juaj eshte defryese ........eshte parathenie jo kspitujt we perbejne librin po nuk besoj se dini te kuptoni diferencen se jeni tipiku i atij qe shkon dhe mbaron nje shkolle (mbase) por nuk nxë,qe ne vetvete eshte gjithe koncepti i te shkuarit ne nje institucion arsimor......je i falur mos e vrit mendjen se pritshmeria tek specimenet si ju eshte e ulet ......
Shyqyr Zoti fitoi Trumpi se ngeli bota ne dore te kurvave dhe bythqirave.
ahahahahha ju ngeli libri ne dor tashi e hahahahahahaha
Linda me kapele duket me mire.
Linda Rama-Basha qenka plakur shume nga hidherimi per humbjen e Kamalas.
Kurva kurven gjen, cfare "shansi" ate qe kerkon gjen. Lindes i ngeli autobiografia e kurves-jevge Kamala ne ...... dore.
Në Shqipëri vendos Narko-Regjimi me kryenarkon burrin tënd.
U mundua edhe kjo, konia, te beje propaganden e Harris sikurse i shoqi ne 2016 kur tha "zot ruaj boten nga tramp?. Tani qe fitoi Tramp po I lepihen. Drite shkurter e injorante qe e shkaterruan te mjeren Shqiperi.