Yesterday: a day of Gaza Rage. And...it rained in Bangalore. I dashed for the nearest cover. And then it hit me - it is also raining in Gaza - and it is not water - and there is nowhere to dash.
Some of us gathered at the Town Hall - about 50 or so - mostly dressed in black -many wore Keffiyeh
A youth with pressed lips, knelt in front of us a drummed a death march - slow, pounding, resolute - like that in Gaza. We pressed our lips, held up our placards and also tried not to weep.
Palestinian poetry is like nothing I have ever read before - poetry of people being crushed - but surviving.
People spoke, shared, raged - and stood in solidarity with people in Gaza. We were shamed by a collective human shame for letting this happen. Three million in Gaza - and from a city of 10 million - only 50 cared?
Today I raged inside and shared this rage.
A friend asked " but how does one learn to feel...??"
How does one learn to open up plastic hearts and covered minds - dust off the cobwebs of apathy that cloak us in peaceful times? Of watching, knowing, and not caring? of awakening to the death dances in Gaza - of the very young, and also the frail and old, and everyone in between?
How does learn how to love? Can loving be taught?
Some of us gathered at the Town Hall - about 50 or so - mostly dressed in black -many wore Keffiyeh
A youth with pressed lips, knelt in front of us a drummed a death march - slow, pounding, resolute - like that in Gaza. We pressed our lips, held up our placards and also tried not to weep.
Palestinian poetry is like nothing I have ever read before - poetry of people being crushed - but surviving.
People spoke, shared, raged - and stood in solidarity with people in Gaza. We were shamed by a collective human shame for letting this happen. Three million in Gaza - and from a city of 10 million - only 50 cared?
Today I raged inside and shared this rage.
A friend asked " but how does one learn to feel...??"
How does one learn to open up plastic hearts and covered minds - dust off the cobwebs of apathy that cloak us in peaceful times? Of watching, knowing, and not caring? of awakening to the death dances in Gaza - of the very young, and also the frail and old, and everyone in between?
How does learn how to love? Can loving be taught?
