Guest post by lizrael.
For the last few days I’ve had this lump in my throat, blocking me from saying something I feel but haven’t been able to articulate.
Do you know what I feel when the window’s been shut, the door is locked, and I’ve sat down on the floor of our safe room?
I feel incredibly lucky.
Lucky to have a roof over my head, lucky to have a government watching over my safety, as much as the means churn my guts. Lucky there are laws that buildings must be built with safe rooms now. Lucky that I can get to mine within single-digit seconds, let alone that I actually have 90 of them. Lucky that I know once the door is closed, chances are pretty much 100% – based on my location and building structure – that we will be totally fine.
It’s horrible that there are thousands of eighth and ninth graders in the south of Israel who have never known a different life than constant trauma. There are no words to adequately sum up that situation. It’s horrible they haven’t always been given proper support from our government – that they’ve had to push for it throughout the years. Itâ€™s horrible that things only get really serious when the rockets creep out towards the center.
Here’s the part I’m having the specific trouble with.
Israel – the entire Jewish world, in fact – is still pushing through a very low time. A roller coaster that ended up crashing after the highs and lows â€“ when we found the bodies of the three kidnapped teens. We supposedly felt unified, we felt as one, we felt each other’s pain, and for just a few minutes, forgot the clothes we were wearing, the type of headgear we may or may not don, we let it go in order to cry together.
Then it got worse.
Our national pride – our infinite price on life- was stabbed right through its core, when at least three young individuals took an innocent Jerusalem Arab boy’s life in their hands, in a way unfathomable. We wrung our hands, we cried out in pain, we condemned and we distanced.
And now, now we’re combating Hamas in Gaza. Again. For the third time in six years. It’s complicated. Of course it’s complicated. In so many directions, it’s complicated. The rockets that are targeted over here, the rockets that are targeted over there. The history, the context, the instability.
The fact that to protect ourselves, we cause A LOT of collateral damage.
While I do believe the IDF embraces a military culture that tries harder than others to preserve life, to use intelligent targeting, to warn civilians, and I do believe Hamas puts its own people on the line to make its grisly point.
We’re just not acknowledging it enough. We are not ok with this. We are not ok with trying our best and it still causing loss of life. We must not be complacent about it. If murder is murder is murder, so too, life is life is life.
And as I watch the rocket reports happen live over social media among my peers – meaning those as lucky as I am, scattered across Israel, absorbing the terror and the sadness and the frustration in each individual’s own way- all I can think is, everything about this discussion is us, us, us.
Rockets explode over our homes. Debris is caught on Tel Aviv streets. Posting what we were doing when the siren sounded (again). Posting what our kids thought. Posting what other people should think. Posting with humor, a nationalistic characteristic to get through the pain. Posting repeated hasbara – what some might call, without irony,”truthful propaganda.”
Stats. Infographics. Diagrams of missiles. What the IDF is doing next. How much we all appreciate the Iron Dome technology. What we should be doing next. What we shouldn’t. What we feel. What we don’t feel.
I don’t think we have to take away from all of that – especially the stress and pain at watching our friends and family get called down to the front line – in order to recognize this next point.
Gazans, ordinary Gazans who do exist, Gazans, have none of it.
No Iron Dome.
No government that actually cares truly to make their nation function.
No safe rooms.
The fact is, no matter what propaganda, theories, or the truth we don’t know yet dictates –
Innocents are dying.
But Hamas takes its own citizens hostage!
Children are dying.
But Hamas uses them as human shields!
But an entire people â€“ yes, a group that lives together and dies together deserves to be called, and very much is, a people â€“ an entire people is being tortured by multiple forces, pulling at them this way and that.
And I’m not saying we have to spend hours arguing over whose fault that is. I’m not saying it’s one way or another. I’m not trying to get into a political shit swamp because if I cared for that, I might post hasbara after hasbara after hasbara on Twitter.
I’m saying in the name of our collective value for life, in the name of our fortunate circumstances that our leaders do care for our safety, in the name of existing as beings on this Earth,
that surely, surely among the infographics, the op/eds, the “fuck you Hamas”, the hashtags, the rocket outcry, we ought to take a moment or two or million and grieve over what’s become of our, of their, humanity.