I just finished watching the movie The Bubble. It is a love story of sorts – with a few twists. In just the first five minutes you have an Israeli soldier meeting a Palestinian man. The soldier tries to help deliver a baby at the checkpoint. Baby born a still-birth. Palestinian and soldier fall in love. Oh and by the way, the soldier is a man too.
It is a great movie. Stop reading this and go watch it.
I don’t believe in wars. I don’t believe in killing. The only war I want to fight is a war against fear. The fear of Arabs. The fear of Israelis. Of Iraqis, Afghanis, Americans, Blacks, Whites. Of gays, of straights, the fear of the right-wing, the fear of the left-wing. I want to rage the most stupendous war against fear without ever shedding one drop of blood. Tears will rage down like rivers as we realize that we are all one family. The cries that scream out in the night will be cries of apology for a time when we needlessly put up boundaries between us. Children will be dumbstruck with the history we tell of a time when there was an ‘us-vs.-them’ mentality throughout the world.
That is the only type of war I want to wage.
It is strange – and appropriate – that I write this on the 4th of July. America was founded by outcasts seeking a life away from oppression. Maybe we can all shed this oppression of fear we place on ourselves. Wouldn’t that be the best present we could give our country … no, not our country – our world … and ourselves.