All tagged Violence

Heart Cries

How does one continue to live in a land where the government legalizes land theft calling it regulation, where the majority voices no objection to repeated confiscation of land to which others hold valid deeds; where killing unarmed, incapacitated persons in cold blood is justified to the extent that the perpetrator is sometimes named “hero?” These questions haunt my days and nights. 

Capitalizing on Fear

The other day as I arrived to my car, I noticed a flier set on the window. I didn’t pay it any attention. It was only a few hours later, after arriving to my destination that I looked a little closer. As I examined the images, I was very disturbed. The ad said:

A Rape in the Holy Land

A woman, beautiful but with the weight of the world seeming to rest on her shoulders, stands alone struggling to grasp what has happened to her-the loss, the violation. What can be done now? Her body still feels the pain of her attack, of this attempt to dominate and destroy because of one selfish man’s desire to wield power. Beyond the physical injuries is a much deeper wound, though; it is an assault on her very identity, an attempt to use the physical fact of femininity to force her into subjugation, without regard to the emotional, mental and physical toll on her.

Victims and Terrorists Alike

For the past few months, there have been recurring events in the news where a Palestinian and a soldier come in contact, with the end result nearly always being the death of the Palestinian. Two weeks ago, a video from Hebron was released showing a soldier shooting a subdued Palestinian who lay on the floor. The last week of April, two Palestinians - a pregnant mother of two and her brother - were shot and killed by soldiers at the Qalandia checkpoint. Like clockwork, these events are reported by Palestinian and Israeli news channels offering two opposing accounts of what happened.

Guns or Cake - You choose

. . . and the violence continues to rage. As we face a new intifada, this is indeed new and qualitatively different from any other intifada we have known. This time there seems to be little, if any, coordination between the attacks and the counter attacks. 

The “Intifada” and a Heart Torn in Two

The sounds of sirens and helicopters seem to have intruded the air all around me in Jerusalem, interrupting life on a consistent basis. As I drive my children to their daycare, I am suddenly passed by dozens of emergency vehicles. I arrive and find that, sure enough, another attack has taken place just down the street. It’s not the first time, and everyone is worried. Another desperate Palestinian teenager with a knife has been shot dead and a Jewish civilian is seriously injured with wounds inflicted by the knife in the dead teenager’s hand, his life likely forever changed and scarred.

When the preacher doubts

During the height of violence, I was struck by a force that I had felt only a few times in the past. The first time was in university when someone had ignited my apartment’s front door with gasoline and I had so much adrenaline pumping trying to control the fire. The force stayed way longer than the actual fire. The second time I felt it was at my uncle’s house when a sniper had just fired a rubber bullet at him, and all of us at the house ducked instinctively. Then the rush of adrenaline helped us find a way to get my uncle to the hospital for treatment. That same force stayed with me longer than it took for his wounds to heal.

Jerusalem: A Hope in Hell

BOOM!!

Startled, I jolted out of my sleep, sitting up as our walls and windows shuddered at the residual impact of a bomb. It was early, still dark. What could be happening? After an hour of scrolling through Facebook and news sites, I found an article reporting a terrorist’s house demolition.