Come to the window, sweet is the night-air!
Only, from the long line of spray
Where the sea meets the moon-blanched land,
Listen! you hear the grating roar
Of pebbles which the waves draw back, and fling,
At their return, up the high strand,
Begin, and cease, and then again begin,
With tremulous cadence slow, and bring
The eternal note of sadness in.
I was texting today with a friend in the West Bank. I ranted awhile about The Situation. He made no effort to join in. Finally, he said:
I promise you to be peaceful and to teach my people that.
It seemed to come from out of nowhere, but maybe that’s because I’d been monopolizing the conversation. I told him that peace was best, but that we all have a right to defend ourselves. He didn’t respond. An hour after that, he sent me videos of the Israeli military invading his village, driving vehicles with proud Stars of David flags affixed to them, smashing down doors, doing house-to-house searches, etc. etc. Injunctions to peaceful non-violence seem anemic in this context; invocations of the right to self-defense, futile. Continue reading



