Changing the blame to other shoulders
Attachment to a place is something I can understand. I have deep feelings of attachment for my birthplace. However, I draw the line at remaining in a state of war for a lifetime. We are not all created equal, if the stories in the world news columns are true. Consider the area along the Mediterranean Sea that seems to have kept world attention for longer than I can remember. Literally.
I don’t plan to point fingers, or offer simple solutions to a very complex problem, but there’s a degree of rediculous in the current situation in Gaza. Even my children are reacting (badly) to the press coverage. Here we have a line in the sand that is adding to the body count on a daily basis. More than sixty years and no winners. Perhaps a new set of rules are needed.
There’s a closed border, that is keeping food and medical aid and all sorts of other good things from a victimized population. Oddly, that same border is porous to the material necessary for construction of rockets. Right now, the major world governments are offering lots of advice. The suggestion of a ceasefire is front and centre. Again, oddly, while the “oppressor” (not my label) is trying to step away from the pointless conflict, missiles are still being fired by the “oppressed”.
I turned on the news before dawn this morning, checking on the approach of a winter storm, and the lead story showed a journalist with a soundtrack of sirens, because he was under imminent attack. Missiles, albeit not particularly accurate ones; those are the worst kind, because you can’t be sure what will serve as a target. I guess a ceasefire is all in the state of mind. An editorial in a local newspaper suggested that one solution to the conflict would be a new set of governors, drawn from the neighbouring countries of Jordan and Egypt. No more “oppressor vs oppressee”. Somehow, that seems too simple.
