July 17, 2014 by cosmoakacitizensmith
It is difficult for me to write about Palestine. Last year it was somewhere I discovered in books, blogs, photos and video clips. Since then it has become real to me. The people I met there and the places I visited have become part of who I am.
For the last four weeks, I haven’t heard from a young Palestinian musician I am collaborating with. I hope he and his family are ok. I get jumpy when people I know out there don’t update their social network sites for a few days. Should I be worried?
In my own little way, I am getting to glimpse the world of collective punishment: holding a whole people responsible for the horrific actions of a few.
As someone who came away from Palestine affected by the way children were caught up in the conflict, I was sick to my soul when I heard about the death of the three Israeli teenagers. Likewise, I am sick to hear that Palestinian kids are taken from their families, locked up in jails, tortured and killed, more often than not with no attendant media coverage here.
Can those of us who haven’t lived in such a situation ever really understand what this is like? I don’t know the answer to that question. But what I have learned is that solidarity is a powerful weapon, and it counts.