Until now I have been unable to post anything about Gaza because it has evoked the same helpless feelings that smothered me when my son crossed the Kuwaiti border into Iraq in March, 2003. We have a new president, almost, presumably a ‘new deal’ to look forward to yet somehow things seem eerily the same. It took awhile, it took the reality of having a child in a war, it took the tidbits of information he let slip about life over there for me to find my voice here.
The extremes that mark our country, its economy, its foreign policy and its self esteem remind me of Dickens’ A Tale of Two Cities
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to heaven, we were all going direct the other way – in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only.
Maybe I am just tired but I wish I could find my voice to express how I feel as Israel shoots fish in a barrel day after day after relentless day. Feeling helpless, I thought I had thrown that out long ago… and nary a word from Obama.
