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And We All Pray...

And We All Pray...

How do we Israelis deal with this constant killing that lurks around every corner, flaring up in periodic, spectacular displays of just how evil man can be?

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Warning: This contains a graphic description.

I can't work.

I have a job, and with the economy in Israel these days, that's enough of a blessing.

I have a pile of things to do on my desk, and I have the privilege of working for an organization in whose mission I believe, and I believe that the work that I do is important.

But I can't work.

On my office wall is a picture of my nephew in the United States, and one of my parents, smiling. My brother and his wife sit near the Liberty Bell, holding onto each other happily.

But I barely see them in front of me.

All I see, in my mind's eye, is a woman shrieking as she turns to see her 2-year-old daughter engulfed in flames in her stroller. She reaches to pull her daughter out of the fire, but she can't. She can't because the same explosion that covered the little girl's baby carriage with flames has blown off her arm below the elbow. She can't pull her daughter from the inferno because she no longer has two hands. And then it all goes dark and she awakens to her husband sitting beside her hospital bed and she sees immediately from his torn jacket that the flames consumed their daughter.

It happened Saturday night, when a demon blew himself up outside a synagogue.

I can't work.

My office mates are mostly Israeli and they know that I don't always deal well with "the matsav," the situation, as they call it. When bombs go off and lives are blown apart, one-by-one, they come into my office to check on me.

"Are you okay?" they ask, concerned, their eyes searching mine to see if I am or am not responding.

Two days ago, I arrived late, shell-shocked, having just heard on the way here that 10 Israelis had been picked off, one-by-one, by a sniper about 40 minutes north of here. It came just hours after a suicide bomber killed the 2-year-old and nine others. And a twisted miracle meant that only one solider -- only one -- had been killed by another sniper in another attack in the south around the same time.

It's a blessing these days when only one life, one world, one family, is blown apart. Thank God, they only got one.

We are all worn numb, worn raw, worn into rage.

And so, I walked in without my customary bright smile, wan, blinking hard. The receptionist looked up and said, "You just heard the news?" I nodded. A secretary put her arm around me and followed me to my office, saying gently, "You're too sensitive to live here, you know."

Sensitivity. It's something to be prized today.

We are all worn numb, worn raw, worn into rage.

My friends in the States ask me how I deal with it, how we -- Israelis -- deal with this constant killing that lurks around every corner, flaring up in periodic, spectacular displays of just how evil man can be.

There is no answer. No answer for how Israelis deal with it, or how we feel -- because we all feel differently. And there is no answer for how I feel, because every attack affects me differently.

Today, when a "mere" four lives were cut suddenly and violently short, I can't breathe. I feel as if my skin is covered in blisters of fury and grief, and each time I move, they split open and I bleed.

And yesterday, when some 22 lives were taken from their owners and their families and all who loved them, I felt deeply ashamed: because after the initial shock I felt nothing, as if my skin had been shellacked over. I was impenetrable.

Some of us rage day and night, about the murderers who slay innocents as a form of worship; some of us rail about the ineptitude of the government or the army, and the policies we'd put in place if we were in charge; and some stop reading or watching the news.

And we all pray. All of us.

My roommate gets silent, and withdrawn. She is far more consistent than I, who sometimes can pretend I am Israeli-by-birth and stoically lock away my thoughts, and then sometimes spend half a workday behind a closed door, weeping intermittently.

The radio used to play only soft, sad music after terror attacks, but they stopped that months ago. I suppose they changed the policy because, else, we might never hear happy music again.

I'm scared that if I let myself feel, I'll never stop crying, and scared even more than I might just stop feeling altogether.

Sometimes I wonder, if I allow myself to feel all the time -- if I didn't work to bottle down what I am feeling now -- would I ever be able to feel happy again? I am so scared of both: Scared that, if I let myself feel, I'll never stop crying, and scared even more than I might just stop feeling altogether.

Another friend who is more consistent than I reacts only by raging: He rages at policies, at pockets in society, at the sick irony of a "peace march" that took place at the same moment that a suddenly one-armed mother couldn't snatch her child away from -- the one time that this cliché is actually appropriate -- the fiery jaws of death.

And his raging, like so much of the raging (unless it is my own), hurts me. It chafes the blisters, be they rage or grief, or it scrapes against the numb, impenetrable flesh.

But I always end up saying the same thing: We all agree that to be scared would be granting victory to them, to those who blow themselves up to set two-year-olds on fire and to those who call them heroes. But more so, I say, insistently, that they are doing us a sick, perverted but needed favor.

We may be a fractious people, but through all the blood and anguish and confusion, all of this makes one thing utterly and crystal clear: We are one. We may be battered practically into insentience, and we may simultaneously be hurting beyond what anyone could imagine. And I may not be able to work. But this we know: We are one.

And we are not going anywhere.

Published: March 5, 2002


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Visitor Comments: 69

(69) Aaron Singer, October 26, 2004 12:00 AM

This article moved me deeply

G-d. I feel completely drained after reading this article. I want to cry. I know that all this happened a couple of years ago, but I am sure that not a day goes by without the Mandels' agonizing over Koby, or that mother picturing her daughter burning to death sitting in her carriage, or the thousands of other people who've lost loved ones in this war remembering the horror of their loss.

I want to forget, I want to busy myself with my work, my family, with life, but it's not right. Why is it that, thank G-d, my loved ones are alive? I've always had this horrible terror that this war will touch me personally too.

Oy.

(68) MIRIAM LEIDERMAN, April 11, 2002 12:00 AM

I am a Jew

I am disgusted at how we can go on, When we have died so many times over. And I am proud that we can go on because we are on and we are not going anywhere!

Thank you Liba I'll secretly cry with you... while I work.

(67) Rhonda Tuman, April 6, 2002 12:00 AM

Survivors of Trauma Share Your Pain & Offer Our Strength

As an adult survivor of childhood incest and sexual abuse, I know all too well the technique of surpressing emotions and dissassociating. Although I can not imagaine living among bombs and war, I know the search for a safe place and finding none. I can't imagine depending on diplomacy in the face of suicide attacks.
I know of the faith a child has that someone, someday will save her -- and one day accepting the reality that she must save herself. Save yourself -- do what you have to do to be safe, free.
If I could give you anything it would be the strength you need to survive for a moment in time, to carry you for a day, or an hour, to shield you from just one attack. I wish I could give you a moment to take a breath and close your eyes.
But I can not do these things for you or any of our people. I can only offer my love, my prayers, and my support. I can promise you that our strength comes from generations of Jewish adversity and our charge by G-D to "repair the world."
Feel your anger, fear, and emotions, don't hold them in -- it is the repression of emotions that will destroy your spirit. Feeling will set you free to serve another day.
Rhonda H. Tuman
Georgetown, Delaware
USA

(66) Anonymous, April 4, 2002 12:00 AM

I understand your feelings of despair. I live in America and unfortunately
the picture you have of your family at the Liberty Bell represents the
American Dream. Unfortunately the reality is the American Nightmare.... As
I
pray tonight I pray for the family of a business man who was murdered by his
wife for the insurance money.And I wonder how greed can make a woman poison
a
man that she has sworn to love and then keep his body in the freezer in
their
garage for several months before finally disposing of it in an orchard.

As I pray tonight I pray for the families of the 5 people who's bodies were
recovered from the bottom of a local lake. They had all been murdered and
left to rest there. The police suspect money is the motive.

As I pray tonight I pray for the family of two missing teenaged girls. The
lived in the same apartment complex, and attended the same high school.
They
seem to have both been abducted within the past two weeks. Police fear that
yet another serial killer is on the loose.

As I pray tonight I pray for the family of the young girl (age:6) who was
abducted from her own bed by a neighbor. He took her to a wooded area, raped
and killed her then left her body on the hillside to be devoured by animals.

And as I pray I weep for all of these people and all those who are touched
by
these random senseless acts of violence that occur in our supposedly g-d
fearing country.

Shalom,
Baby Taz

(65) Douglas Stevens, March 15, 2002 12:00 AM

anguish

Dear freinds in Isreal. I live in Canada and everyday for many months I have seen the horrors perpetrated against you.It hurts inside of me to see what you are enduring. I see them all on television. I have toured the website, Aish.com, extensively and read articles by Jewish writers,Rabbi's etc. Everything they say makes so much sense and is so LOGICAL that I can't understand why the entire world does not conform to your beliefs. To be very honest with you, I "got into "Christianity 4 years ago, but found it to be full of hypocrites, manipulators, and people who are just out to make money. I actually became a confirmed atheist because of what I saw and witnessed. Then, I started reading on Aish.com and realized that what you are saying is likely the truth. Sorry for doubting you. WHAT CAN I DO TO HELP? Sincerely, Douglas Stevens.

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