Sunday, January 21, 2007
An exchange Worthy of posting:
Right after all the heart aches and the pain that was 1982 one of my friends managed to find me in Tunisia. He told me that he had arranged for me to see my mother in Kuwait, which was wonderful and that led me to come to the US full of pain, hatred, and agony. As I went to the INS to get my self protected (as they say), I looked up and there were a picture of MLK with the following paragraph written on it: “I refuse to accept the view that mankind is so tragically bound to the starless midnight of racism and war, that the bright daybreak of peace and brotherhood can never become a reality”.
I came to the realization that we are not all bad (humans that is) but looking at all that’s come out of the occupied territories, the reaction when Sharon relocated the settlers (with 1 million for every family to pay for the ease of the suffering from the Bush regime) and the comments I read on Jewish sites, I’m getting to lose that faith and be a dooms day advocate, the burning question: is there any hope for peace or what was taken by the sword would only be returned by the sword?
Now Amal would you be the modern MLK and give me hope for peace or is it all a lost cause?
Are they so full of hatred that the light of peace can’t shine through? I have always hoped that the younger generation will be out of all that madness and be able to bring hope, but the young haters are the ones that do it all, so what is one to do, hope for peace or just look to avenge?
10:14 PM, January 19, 2007
Amal A said...
Hi Philistini,
You sound like you're full of sad stories!
Is there hope? Will things change and justice and peace reign instead of racism and hatred?
We all want to believe that.It's darkest before the dawn, right? I'm not as certain of things as I used to be in my more idealistic days, when I was "sure" of so many things and people. As we get older, we know less, it seems!
I can't give up hope, Remy! It's my first name! (lucky I wasn't called Majzara like that poor girl in Gaza). And I have a child. I may not cook everyday for him, but I can't give up hope. Too damn risky.
Right after all the heart aches and the pain that was 1982 one of my friends managed to find me in Tunisia. He told me that he had arranged for me to see my mother in Kuwait, which was wonderful and that led me to come to the US full of pain, hatred, and agony. As I went to the INS to get my self protected (as they say), I looked up and there were a picture of MLK with the following paragraph written on it: “I refuse to accept the view that mankind is so tragically bound to the starless midnight of racism and war, that the bright daybreak of peace and brotherhood can never become a reality”.
I came to the realization that we are not all bad (humans that is) but looking at all that’s come out of the occupied territories, the reaction when Sharon relocated the settlers (with 1 million for every family to pay for the ease of the suffering from the Bush regime) and the comments I read on Jewish sites, I’m getting to lose that faith and be a dooms day advocate, the burning question: is there any hope for peace or what was taken by the sword would only be returned by the sword?
Now Amal would you be the modern MLK and give me hope for peace or is it all a lost cause?
Are they so full of hatred that the light of peace can’t shine through? I have always hoped that the younger generation will be out of all that madness and be able to bring hope, but the young haters are the ones that do it all, so what is one to do, hope for peace or just look to avenge?
10:14 PM, January 19, 2007
Amal A said...
Hi Philistini,
You sound like you're full of sad stories!
Is there hope? Will things change and justice and peace reign instead of racism and hatred?
We all want to believe that.It's darkest before the dawn, right? I'm not as certain of things as I used to be in my more idealistic days, when I was "sure" of so many things and people. As we get older, we know less, it seems!
I can't give up hope, Remy! It's my first name! (lucky I wasn't called Majzara like that poor girl in Gaza). And I have a child. I may not cook everyday for him, but I can't give up hope. Too damn risky.
Labels: An exchang Worthy of Posting (thank you Amal)
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