Yesterday’s terrorist attack in Jerusalem is indescribable. To call it tragic or heartbreaking is unacceptable because there are no words. I sit here at my keyboard struggling to produce a post that is worthy of the moment. It is with profound sadness that I stare at the keyboard and realize that this is not the first time that I have written that words fail me.
iTunes is playing in the background. It is the party shuffle so the mix of songs is filled with tunes that are both appropriate and inappropriate for the moment. Some are sad, some are happy and some are angry songs. It is the angry music that fills my heart. Angry because I look at pictures and read stories of the celebration of the terrorist and realize that I describe him as an animal. He and his ilk have been dehumanized in my head. I feel a bit of shame for admitting that.
I have been near terrorism, close to shootings and bombings, but never so close that I was directly involved. Some of you probably read Gila’s blog, My Shrapnel. She has more reason to be angry or upset than I do, she survived a bombing. If you haven’t read her, go check out her blog. It is worth the time.
This past summer I posted a video about relatives of victims of terror called Children- Survivors of Terror Speak. Until today I had forgotten about it, but then I saw it over at Gail’s blog and realized that it needs to be posted again. More people need to see it. Not just because of the emotion it evokes, but because it helps to make you realize that the victims of terror are not just nameless faces. The dead leave a gaping hole.
If that doesn’t strike a chord inside watch Three Days in Israel.
Look at these pictures
When you watch the videos and you see the pictures I want you to ask yourself what an appropriate response would be. Think about it and then tell me that you wouldn’t demand that your government respond with something more than platitudes.
I want to see peace. I want to see people living side by side without fear, but we don’t live in a time when that can happen. Not now, not for a long time. Too much has happened. It is time to sit down and say we agree to disagree. It is time to stop trying to force an agreement.