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Oh, Israel, I Cannot Understand
Death upon death does not make anything better.
Like most Americans, I clearly remember the horror and fear on 9/11. The incredibly surreal realization that our home was no longer safe. The understanding that as we stood in our classrooms, there was no way for us to honestly ensure the safety of our students. When I got home, it was to find my two sons, ages 9 and 11, playing outside in the yard. I knew that I had to go pick my daughter up from middle school, but I didn’t feel safe leaving the boys outside. I asked them to go indoors, but I don’t remember what I told them.
I just know that when my country was attacked without warning, every one of my protective instincts went into overdrive.
For Israelis, the surprise assault by Hamas two weeks ago must have raised even more terrifying instincts. Their safe place was no longer safe. Their homes were invaded, their children slaughtered before their eyes.
I can’t imagine the feelings of rage and sorrow. I can’t imagine the desire for revenge that they must have all experienced in common.
It is certainly easy to understand why the Israeli government wants revenge against Hamas.
But.
What does “revenge” mean?
