My thanks to you, Victoria, and to Code Pink. I'm a long-time member of Veterans for Peace, and have been especially active with the Climate Crissis and Militarism Project of VFP. We are allies.
May 22 “The Israeli army just stormed a friend's house, one of the committed peacebuilders in the West Bank. They have threatened to return. I have been asked for prayers. This is my prayer at this moment of learning of this: I pray do whatever you can to stop the war of genocide against the Palestinian people, our kin.”
May 22, after learning of the Israeli army storming a Palestinian Peacebuilder’s home today. Several weeks ago, his infant child was in the hospital suffering teargas burns afflicted by the same army. This poem by Naomi Shibab Nye:
I. Can't. Breathe. (Thank you for this, Deena. I will share it widely.)
Thank you, Lorraine, and a deep bow to Deena for bringing this to you.
Compassionate, honest and courageous! Thank you James. I’m a member of Codepink and continued to be educated about this injustice!
My thanks to you, Victoria, and to Code Pink. I'm a long-time member of Veterans for Peace, and have been especially active with the Climate Crissis and Militarism Project of VFP. We are allies.
Essential medicine for a world suffering from the spiritual sickness of othering. Deep bows to James Janko for writing, and to Deena for sharing.
May 22 “The Israeli army just stormed a friend's house, one of the committed peacebuilders in the West Bank. They have threatened to return. I have been asked for prayers. This is my prayer at this moment of learning of this: I pray do whatever you can to stop the war of genocide against the Palestinian people, our kin.”
May 22, after learning of the Israeli army storming a Palestinian Peacebuilder’s home today. Several weeks ago, his infant child was in the hospital suffering teargas burns afflicted by the same army. This poem by Naomi Shibab Nye:
Before I Was a Gazan
Naomi Shihab Nye
1952 –
I was a boy
and my homework was missing,
paper with numbers on it,
stacked and lined,
I was looking for my piece of paper,
proud of this plus that, then multiplied,
not remembering if I had left it
on the table after showing to my uncle
or the shelf after combing my hair
but it was still somewhere
and I was going to find it and turn it in,
make my teacher happy,
make her say my name to the whole class,
before everything got subtracted
in a minute
even my uncle
even my teacher
even the best math student and his baby sister
who couldn’t talk yet.
And now I would do anything
for a problem I could solve.