I have buried a younger brother. And scores of friends and relatives. A father. Numerous enemies. And lots of secrets. And undoubtedly the sad day will all-too-soon arrive to bury my fragile younger son who miraculously has reached the age of 20…
Hmm… And I’ve got to ask, for goodness sakes: Why do we keep burying the lives, the lies, the truths, the mistakes… when they all keep growing back? And cause us all to ache.
When do we ever get done burying the hatchet? I mean, except in each other.
And now I’ve got the Mideast buried deeply in my mind. And I want to part the Red Sea – just to see where everything went so wrong. Where the truth got buried and the Bible moved on. Where they are still killing our sons, long after the splendid sun has set and gone.
And now, just as the Romans killed the first born and Yahweh’s Angel of Death laid the Egyptian’s eldest to rest, we are still killing our children… our best. Again… and again… In this bloody world, it is without end.
And for what? What can possibly be a commonsensical reason to kill the future with the past? Doesn’t this take all our religion deeply to task?
Let me poignantly put it in this secular way: If you see in any given situation only what everybody else can see, you have become such a representative of your culture that you are a victim of it.
Three Israeli teenagers. One Palestinian youth. It goes on and on. Another season. Another crop. Another drone. Another missile to drop. And once more I need to wonder: When will it be put asunder? What can possibly be the reason this blunder lasts… and lasts… and no one cries: Avast!
They are killing our children. They are burying our prospects. Without them we have nothing but vast empty casks. Revenge may calm the pain of betrayal. But revenge is not a straight line. It is a forest. And eventually you can’t see the truth, through all the lying eyes.
Such madness seems to demand knowledge beyond what we can possibly imagine. For knowledge is, indeed, a measure of our imagination. And when we can no longer depend on our lyin’ eyes, perhaps it’s our imagination that is out of focus.
And, as the Israeli’s just learned: Revenge is not always sweet — once it is consummated you often feel inferior to your victim. And now more victims must be avenged. Indeed, revenge is an act of passion; vengeance of justice. Injuries are revenged; crimes are avenged.
Oh, what duh hell, what duh heck– revenge is little more than biting the dog because it bit you… So hang yourself up by the neck.
So there it is… in the Middle East, where life began. How many more lives are going to be put to their end? Then again, who really knows because a defeated foe thinks of nothing else but revenge.
But of course! And a camel is a horse by committee.
In Israel they joke, in typical self-flagellation, that in order to be a realist you must believe in miracles.
But, honestly I don’t know. The way I look at it, either everything is a miracle… or nothing is a miracle. Which, I guess, is pretty much the same thing. Much like being kosher, or not – it all comes from the same cut of meat of a vegetarian creature.
Hmm… And in the meantime without a doubt the wars march on… and on… They steal our daughters in Nigeria. They stone our wives in Afghanistan. They kill our sons in Israel and Palestine.
It is such a mad, mad world – both insane and inane. We all use different names to supplicate the same G-d. And then we kill those whom HE tells us to love. Or at least embrace the way we ourselves would like to be adored.
Admittedly I am a Jew. And perhaps that forces me to see the world for what it is – a struggle. A struggle to survive. But when we kill each other I can only beg to wonder: For what are we struggling… and why? Who really survives? And if you’ve heard me say this before please don’t stop me, because I think we all need to hear it at least once more: Killing doesn’t determine who is right, only who is left.
And that ain’t a good bet.
What I particularly don’t comprehend, with the Palestinians and Israelis, is that if for nothing else they should like each other – even as friends — because they have a common enemy – that is, most everybody.
Most everybody throughout history kicked the Jews out. And the same with the Palestinians. Egypt didn’t want them. Jordan couldn’t endure them. Syria had too much of them. So you would naturally figure (well, wouldn’t you?) that if nobody wanted either of them, they would – at least – seek out each other. And bond.
You know, the enemy of my enemy is my friend. The Christians support the Jews if only to save the holy land. And the Arabs use the Palestinians as pawns to unite in hatred — against the Jews who have prospered in their desert land. In a country smaller than America’s New Jersey they have grown crops and trees and made the water potable. For they have thrived in the fire of desire.
All I know is what everybody has said and still says. Until what they say doesn’t really matter anymore. Because they continue to kill sons and daughters. And something much more. So how do you communicate with those who celebrate this ignominious gore?
All I can respond is: It is difficult to free fools from the chains they revere.
I mean, on a BBC broadcast yesterday I heard a high ranking Palestinian official, with all the radical temerity he could obstreperously deplore, try to lay the blame for the killing of the three Israeli teenagers on an unmitigated chimera. He posited that one of them may have been, in some way, an Israeli soldier — and therefore an arch-enemy of all Palestinians.
That has about as much impertinence as claiming that all Palestinians are terrorists who want to kill all Israelis. And while a few – if not a tad more — Palestinians may cheer about the dead Israeli teens, I have no doubt that given a real choice, the vast majority of Muslims and Arabs, like everyone else, would choose a free society over their fear society. They don’t hate the Jews, they hate themselves for not being free. It is freedom they desire – like when the Arab Spring was afire.
In truth I firmly subscribe that most don’t hate – they envy.
Meanwhile I have no problem excoriating many of my own landsmen. And kicking them squarely in their over-circumcised groin. They too can be abjectly pathetic.
But what troubles me even more is when Arab apologists wring their hands over an Israeli military incursion. And they never mention what the Israelis are reacting to — or else diminish and distort it. Like all the rockets that are presently incoming.
It’s all absurd. And frightfully so. Because those who can make you believe absurdities can make you commit atrocities. And have dutifully done so.
And now they both, Palestinian and Jew, are trapped between Homer’s monsters of Scylla and Charybdis – that is the ocean and the deep blue sea. And for the Arab — such as in Algeria where if the world was flat they would blame it on the Jews — as long as he can’t live in a peaceful future, he dies revenging a disillusioned past.
Obviously I am not totally unbiased here. But who is, the Presbyterians?
To provide just for a minimal basis in reality, let me point out that for the first 20 years of Israel’s existence since 1948 every Arab country was in an active state of war with the Jewish state. That is a billion Arabs coursing down upon a couple of million Jews.
And all the while the Egyptians could always run back to Egypt. And the Syrians back to Syria. But the only place the Jews could run was into the sea. So there being little alternative they figured they might as well as fight back.
And as the world has since learned, the only thing chicken about the Jews is our soup.
Yet all in all I don’t want to get into all the particulars – all the he-said and she-said and we said and they said. It just doesn’t matter anymore. For nobody’s listening. Everybody thinks he or she is right. And as I wondered: Who will be left? What will be kosher? Especially after the pigs rule the animal farm with delight?
It simply cannot be disputed that for decades the Palestinian leadership was more interested in there ‘not’ being a Jewish state than in there being a Palestinian state. And now everything seems to be a state-of-mind – altered to suit personal and political agendas
Hmm… Aren’t all our final decisions made in a state of mind that is not going to last?
Or so they say.
But for now they air-mail missiles and shout bullets. For what purpose, no one knows. For – and again — when you’re talking you ain’t listening. And when you ain’t listening, you ain’t learning. And when you ain’t learning there can never be any peace.
Like I said, as a Jew, I am certainly not unbiased here. And as it has been uttered before I’ll utter it once more: If the Arabs laid down their arms there would be no more war – no more killing of our sons and daughters. However, if the Jews laid down their arms, there would be no more Israel.
Alas, alack… It is what it is, until it is no more. Especially for those who find little to live for.
And dats yDrewIS on dis penal colony…