A Lebanese Missile
A Lebanese missile had just hit a building at the nearby town. I can see the flames from my window. War has always been here, but it's never been so close. Surprisingly, I feel calm. Calm, sober and not surprised at all. I will have to reschedule the next few days if this goes on. No allergy shot on Monday, no dentist appointment, no dance classes probably, either.
I feel betrayed, actually. I've spent the past 8 weeks organizing resistance to Israeli military actions in civilian areas. Wasn't much appreciated by the other side, it seems. Over 90 missiles hit Israeli cities, towns and villages today. Over 90 spits right in my face. Right in the face of all peace activists.
It's all so futile futile futile.
There's this evil voice in my head. It says that I'm a fool. That non-violent protest is not for the likes of me. That it's a luxury only smug Europeans and self-righteous Americans can afford. I try to silence it, soothe it with reason, but it doesn't go away, because the missiles don't stop, and I can still see the flames from my window.
And I hear the airplanes on the way to Lebanon to retaliate, and there's a part of me that gloats. Let the fucking bastards die. But then I feel ashamed of myself. I don't want people to die. Myself included, really. So I'll go see how to reschedule my week now.
I feel betrayed, actually. I've spent the past 8 weeks organizing resistance to Israeli military actions in civilian areas. Wasn't much appreciated by the other side, it seems. Over 90 missiles hit Israeli cities, towns and villages today. Over 90 spits right in my face. Right in the face of all peace activists.
It's all so futile futile futile.
There's this evil voice in my head. It says that I'm a fool. That non-violent protest is not for the likes of me. That it's a luxury only smug Europeans and self-righteous Americans can afford. I try to silence it, soothe it with reason, but it doesn't go away, because the missiles don't stop, and I can still see the flames from my window.
And I hear the airplanes on the way to Lebanon to retaliate, and there's a part of me that gloats. Let the fucking bastards die. But then I feel ashamed of myself. I don't want people to die. Myself included, really. So I'll go see how to reschedule my week now.