I spent the week leading up to Thanksgiving, online, in twitter mostly; talking with people about the horrific events in Gaza as perpetrated by the Israeli Occupation Force and the IAF (they call them the Israeli Air Force, but I’ll leave the “A” up to your interpretation.)
Thanksgiving day in America; I spent holding my breath for Gaza, that this mutually agreed to cease-fire would hold. It didn’t, as I expected, but things began to go back to, “normal”, for Gazans. I mean, if you can consider cleaning up parts of dead bodies and rust-red blood from the streets, trying to replace windows and sashes which had been blown-out by Israeli weapons of MASS Destruction, patching holes in walls, as, “normal”.. life was getting back to what it was prior to this hellish rain of bombs onto Gaza..
Then my friend from back-East phoned, Friday, to see how my holiday was. Well, I said, “I spent it on twitter; I didn’t eat. I was too busy trying to tell more people about the truth of the bombing of Gaza. I could not eat because I know many in Gaza are also not eating.. and I already have so much, by comparison, so it didn’t seem necessary… ”
She spoke one word.
She asked me one question that I really was not prepared for.
She asked me, “Why?”.
I did not know how to respond. How does one pour her heart out, speak her fears regarding other humans, to a person considered a friend.. and respond to the question, “Why?”
Oh, I could have gone into one of my long diatribes. I had a lot of reasons why. I’d already told this friend, “why”. But, she obviously did not hear me when I first told her about my day. What was going to change her ideas on Gaza and all of Palestine? It seems it was not me.
And it causes me to reconsider just what sort of friendship I have with this person. Is she not the caring individual I’d assumed she was? Is she still brainwashed by the tools for Zion? It’s very possible.
So, the next time she calls and I see her name and number on the caller i.d., I will probably consider answering that call, but, I already know I will think, “Why?”