I am sitting with a group of people, it is a lovely church called the Church of the Three Crosses(non denominational), a beautiful building, a lovely pastor, I think, everything is nice here, so nice. They feed us after the service and during the meeting, the meeting that brought me to the Church.
"resistance to the Israeli imperative/agenda End the occupation, enlighten the world about the fate of the Palestinians..
I have followed this cuases for years upon years. eager to be on the right track, out spoken at last, my moment of re-entry to the political world upon me when
This is CHICAGO.
There is a clear divide between those who are and those who are not. A clear statement in seemingly every Jewish place of worship or culture , that Isreal is paramount, to be supported, to be "defended". that is what is asuumed. Jewish people support Israel. Only I don't! I don't!
and there I am sitting quietly, my presence a threat to the non Jewish people of this fine, lovely, seemingly inviting setting, wanting to discuss, to embrace and speak out for divestment, for a halt to the devastation of civilians, to a civilization that is crumbling and being eaten up by the Israelis and the Americans and the Egyptians and I am feared. i am a pariah. I am not welcomed. I leave the church with a splitting head ache. I never get headaches. i don't know what to do. Where to go.
Oh, Chicago, how dare I forget you are not New York. You are the mid west. Hopelessly rural even in your overgrown metropolis
you are an ignorant child playing in an adult playpen, your prejudice destroys over and over again.
You are determined to be blind and blind sighted, you are so seemingly open, accepting, yet closed, an emotional liar, deceipt projected in your soft spoken kindness.
When will I learn to discern.
or
will I?
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