I have just watched that profoundly moving episode of Babylon 5 where Ivanova sits Shiva for her father. It made my heart swell with longing for the profundities of a culture I haven’t reclaimed in far too long.
Following this, I made a cup of tea and checked the news.
Two hundred and ninety, murdered. Fuck you, Israel, fuck your leaders and your mindless orthodoxy, fuck your forcing my cousins to do military service and my family to live in fear, fuck your killing and your killing and your sixty years of killing. I’ve seen your promised land, and it stinks of melons and terror. This isn’t the way it was supposed to go. You don’t get to do this because you feel ‘threatened’; that isn’t what it means to be a Jew. Have we remembered nothing?
The true promised land is nowhere but in our own minds, and your false Zion runs with blood.