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Who was Cassandra?


  • In the Iliad, she is described as the loveliest of the daughters of Priam (King of Troy), and gifted with prophecy. The god Apollo loved her, but she spurned him. As a punishment, he decreed that no one would ever believe her. So when she told her fellow Trojans that the Greeks were hiding inside the wooden horse...well, you know what happened.

June 04, 2009

War is Sin

I never thought I'd see an American president, with a Muslim name, receiving a standing ovation in Cairo before giving a major policy speech containing positive, hopeful language and never once mentioning terrorism -- but today it happened.  Early reaction from the Muslim world has been generally positive, though some people have mentioned the lack of concrete ideas, and have said that actions speak louder than words. I think perhaps Arabs cannot quite understand what a departure this is, and how much Obama is bucking the tide, especially in his firm determination about Israel and Palestine. He's proving how stubborn and courageous he is, and I wish him all the stamina in the world - he's going to need it.

Now, a look at the cost of war from a spiritual perspective, but one which, I suspect, underlies Obama's thinking:

“In theological terms, war is sin,” writes Mahedy." (William P. Mahedy, a Catholic chaplain in Vietnam, is the author of “Out of the Night: The Spiritual Journey of Vietnam Vets") “This has nothing to do with whether a particular war is justified or whether isolated incidents in a soldier’s war were right or wrong. The point is that war as a human enterprise is a matter of sin. It is a form of hatred for one’s fellow human beings. It produces alienation from others and nihilism, and it ultimately represents a turning away from God.”

The young soldiers and Marines do not plan or organize the war. They do not seek to justify it or explain its causes. They are taught to believe. The symbols of the nation and religion are interwoven. The will of God becomes the will of the nation. This trust is forever shattered for many in war. Soldiers in combat see the myth used to send them to war implode. They see that war is not clean or neat or noble, but venal and frightening. They see into war’s essence, which is death.

War is always about betrayal. It is about betrayal of the young by the old, of cynics by idealists, and of soldiers and Marines by politicians. Society’s institutions, including our religious institutions, which mold us into compliant citizens, are unmasked. This betrayal is so deep that many never find their way back to faith in the nation or in any god.

Chris Hedges, "War is Sin," in TruthDig

It's good to see that Chris Hedges, former Vermonter, NY Times war correspondent, graduate of Yale Divinity School, and the author of "War is a Force That Gives Us Meaning," has finally cut to the chase and said exactly what he thinks of war. Exposing the hypocritical collusion between religion and political power is critical (even in Canada "Remembrance Day" is still observed, acting out in tear-jerking liturgy the formalized relationship between the Church, the military, and the heroic dead). But until the day when the message changes from every pulpit, as well as all the other religious and quasi-religious speaking platforms used to rally people and troops behind war-mongering governments, human beings will continue to believe in national exceptionalism, and use religion to justify war and view the death of soldiers as a heroic act. This is not to say - and Chris makes this point - that all wars and all killing are unjustified. But I suggest that we listen to the veterans Chris speaks of here, and see if their post-war God is also ours.

"Mahedy tells of a soldier, a former altar boy, who says to him: 'Hey, Chaplain ... how come it’s a sin to hop into bed with a mama-san but it’s okay to blow away gooks out in the bush?'' ...“How is it that a Christian can, with a clear conscience, spend a year in a war zone killing people and yet place his soul in jeopardy by spending a few minutes with a prostitute? If the New Testament prohibitions of sexual misconduct are to be stringently interpreted, why, then, are Jesus’ injunctions against violence not binding in the same way? In other words, what does the commandment ‘Thou shalt not kill’ really mean?”

I've always been driven crazy by this same thing, as old as Abrahamic religion itself, but taken to new heights by the puritans and their evangelical heirs, as well as Muslim and Jewish fundamentalists: the idea that sex (even between people who love each other but aren't in a church-sanctioned state of heterosexual matrimony) can send you to hell, but violence in the name of the Lord is perfectly OK. I would like to turn Mahedy's question back to every member of the clergy and every apologist for every religion, in particular to those Bible-toting Congresspersons outraged by Janet Jackson's breast, or gay marriage, but voting happily for funds that rain bombs on children, or send young poor kids into war: just what does "thou shalt not kill" actually mean to you?

When Obama speaks about every single child having a right to a future, that is an answer. To reiterate Chaplain Mahedy's comment: "...war as a human enterprise is a matter of sin. It is a form of hatred for one’s fellow human beings." The fact that war has existed as long as our species itself is not exactly cause for optimism, but we still must believe -- and act as if it is possible -- to eradicate this worst manifestation of our tendency toward territoriality, competition, power, and revenge.

I don't talk much about sin; like "evil," it's not a word I find useful or helpful. But in this case I agree with the simple point of saying, "this kind of killing is wrong and we must do everything to avoid it," as well as Obama's (to me, astonishing) refusal to engage in the "eye-for-an-eye" rhetoric that has blighted the heritage and perverted the essential message of all three Abrahamic religions, and given the word "terrorism" and "terrorist" so much weight, regardless of which side wields the word, the stone, or the bomb.

January 27, 2009

Obama's Al-Arabiya Interview: Amazing

(Addendum: for those who don't know his background, here's a little bit more on George Mitchell, who was instrumental in brokering peace in Northern Ireland. Full bio.

He was born on Aug. 20, 1933, in Waterville, Me., where his father was a janitor at Colby College and his mother worked nights in a textile mill to support their five children. His mother was an immigrant from Lebanon, and his father, an orphan of Irish ancestry, was raised by a Lebanese family./In his youth,  Mr. Mitchell served as an altar boy in the Arabic-language Maronite Catholic church in Waterville, and in later years said he still retained a few words of Arabic.

Yesterday, President Obama gave an interview to Al-Arabiya TV. I went there as soon as I heard the news, this morning, and read the full transcript and I am quite astounded - I thought he might gradually move toward articulating this position, but for him to state it right at the outset signals an entirely new start, coming from a deep understanding of the region and the interrelationships between the conflicts we're seeing. It also takes a lot of courage, because there is going to be serious blow-back against this approach, both domestically and from the hardliners in Israel. Internationally, I think we will see relief, and skepticism that will gradually be won over - the comments following the transcript are interesting in that regard. If he can hold to this approach, it will defuse the power of the nay-sayers and of the extremists. Personally, I am thrilled both by what is being said here, and by the timing of this interview and Mitchell's immediate deployment and the signal these actions give. It's the best we could hope for.

I'd urge anyone who is interested to read the entire transcript on Al-Arabiya's English language website.

(excerpt)

THE PRESIDENT:...And so what I told him (George Mitchell) is start by listening, because all too often the United States starts by dictating -- in the past on some of these issues --and we don't always know all the factors that are involved. So let's listen. He's going to be speaking to all the major parties involved. And he will then report back to me. From there we will formulate a specific response.

Ultimately, we cannot tell either the Israelis or the Palestinians what's best for them. They're going to have to make some decisions. But I do believe that the moment is ripe for both sides to realize that the path that they are on is one that is not going to result in prosperity and security for their people. And that instead, it's time to return to the negotiating table.

And it's going to be difficult, it's going to take time. I don't want to prejudge many of these issues, and I want to make sure that expectations are not raised so that we think that this is going to be resolved in a few months. But if we start the steady progress on these issues, I'm absolutely confident that the United States -- working in tandem with the European Union, with Russia, with all the Arab states in the region -- I'm absolutely certain that we can make significant progress...

I do think that it is impossible for us to think only in terms of the Palestinian-Israeli conflict and not think in terms of what's happening with Syria or Iran or Lebanon or Afghanistan and Pakistan.

Continue reading "Obama's Al-Arabiya Interview: Amazing" »

January 16, 2009

Reading Further

For those who would like to read some alternative analyses of the conflict in Gaza, here are a few recent links. These are less focussed on the reporting of specific incidents, and more on political analysis; several speak to the grave challenge facing the new U.S. President.


William Pfaff, "Who's in Charge - Obama, the Pentagon, or Israel?", (Truthdig)

William Pfaff, "The Drama of Reciprocal Self-Destruction," (Truthdig)

Rami Khouri, "Obama's Pro-Israel Congressional Welcome." (Daily Star, Beirut )

Chris Hedges, "The Language of Death," (Truthdig) (Many readers may find the first few paragraphs of this article over-the-top - Hedges, who was a Middle-East and war reporter for many years, is very much on the side of the Palestinians and in deep distress about current events. But his analysis of the internal political realities is astute and his connections in the Israeli media are deep and longstanding. He used to work for The New York Times but now can only get published in the alternative press.)

This week's Ekklesia newsletter (a liberal Christian newsletter from Britain) is devoted to this subject, from a religious perspective.


(My thanks to M.H. for most of these links.)

January 14, 2009

Changing Lives, One at a Time

Baklava

My husband received this letter today:

"I read with sadness in my private school's alumni bulletin of your father's recent passing. Here below, for your family, is a personal reminiscence of this unusual, lovely man.

I studied Arabic and Near Eastern Studies with your father in 197x, and I remember, as if it were yesterday, sitting with our small class in his home at the school. As class began, he insisted we have tastes of exotic delicacies he offered us on a tray. When we protested we were not hungry (this was an evening class, after dinner) he rejoined, in his musical singsong voice with a twinkle in his eye, "One does not eat because one is hungry, one eats because food is offered." We dutifully partook of a morsel or two before delving into the dramatic history of this distant part of the world none of us had ever seen.

Thanks to your father, the Middle East began that year to open up in color and joy. Ever since it has seemed to me both human and accessible, even as the world news would have us believe it different and dangerous. I have never forgotten the warm way it was introduced to me.

My deepest sympathies and gratitude to all your family.
"

(New readers who aren't familiar with the stories of my father-in-law posted here over the past few years will find them collected, in reverse chronological order, under the title "The Fig and the Orchid.")

January 11, 2009

Every One Precious

Pomegranate

Pomegranate. Anar. Yesterday evening, inspired by a new cookbook given to us by a close friend, I made a small Middle Eastern feast, just for the two of us: spice-infused chicken with oranges, marinated for a long time and then oven-roasted, and jeweled Persian rice, cooked the painstaking but more-delicious-than-anything Iranian way, with a delicate saffron flavor, a golden-brown crust, and tossed with orange and tangerine peel, roasted almonds, and fresh pomegranate seeds.

As I cracked open the pomegranate, marveling at the glistening rubies inside, I thought about the way it's bad luck to drop and forget any seeds - you have to eat them all. And then - the mind is odd this way - each seed suddenly became a child, and I thought about all the children of Gaza, and then children throughout the world, so much more precious than any of nature's jewels. I looked at my hands, splattered with red: how blind and bloodstained we are.

I'm not going to write a long political post tonight; my views on this subject are well-known by now. There is an intense fatigue that accompanies thinking about the Middle East these days; several of my friends at church today were remarking on it as we talked afterwards. With this latest disastrous push into Gaza certainly timed for political expediency - both in terms of internal Israeli politics and under cover of the last days of the Bush administration - we all expressed the hope that Obama would be able to break through the long stalemate into new dialogue and fresh approaches; what he said recently about Iran indicates that's his intention. But I also think there is something eternally clouded about Palestine; the Sunday following Christmas, after all, commemorates the Massacre of the Innocents by King Herod, when all of Bethlehem's two-year-old boys were supposedly killed by a jealous and threatened ruler. Whether this event was really historical or not is open to question, but massacres of innocents have happened throughout history. Will we ever learn, or simply weep on through the generations?

When words and ideas fail us, we turn to the poets: if you haven't already, please read Dave's eloquent recent words.

And don't be silent; the time has come for the world to say, to every side, "Enough. Not in my name."

September 23, 2008

Ramadan Mubarak

Please take a few moments from your day and view this set of thirty world-enlarging photographs of Ramadan observances, from Baraka, via Elizabeth at verbal privilege.

During this last week of the month of fasting, reflection and prayer, I especially want to wish all my Muslim friends and readers a blessed and fruitful Ramadan.

August 11, 2008

Rosemary Two Ways

Kuku_sabzi_1

The night we arrived back in the city, we had a visit from our friends V. and R. They brought gifts: a rosemary cake baked by V., which she calls her "wake-cake" because "rosemary is for remembrance." It was moist and delicious, with a spring of rosemary embedded in the top crust and the whole thing dusted with crystallized sugar. (There's a tiny bit left -- and teatime is coming up.)

Then R. held out his hands, which contained a round paper box. Inside was a nest of fresh herbs, plucked generously from their garden, and in the curled green nest were two opened hazelnut burrs, looking like green sea anemones - not to eat, but to admire. The herbs -- tarragon, sage, rosemary and thyme -- begged to be used in their freshness, so the next day I added some parsley and dill, some sauteed mushrooms, onion, and walnuts, with saffron, lime and spices, and turned them into a favorite Persian dish, kuku sabzi, a kind of oven-baked frittata. Kuku is the persian word for these sorts of baked egg dishes, and sabzi means herbs, which are eaten in great quantities in that wonderful cuisine. Iranians will tell you that the best herbs, with the most flavor, are grown in the sea air on the sides of their mountains, and from the dried samples I've tasted I think they may be right. But these Montreal-grown herbs made a wonderful kuku, which we ate fresh from the oven with yogurt and tomato salad, and then the next day sliced cold inside pita sandwiches. Delicious!

Kuku_sabzi_2

August 09, 2008

Mahmoud Darwish

What unhappy news. I just read that Palestinian poet Mahmoud Darwish died today following heart surgery at a hospital in Texas. He was only 67, with many poems left to write, poems that came from that large heart.

There are biographies of Darwish online and, I'm sure, there will be many tributes. I found a poem that he wrote in farewell to another Palestinian writer and intellectual, Edward Said, after his death - also at age 67 - in 2003. It's long; at the beginning he speaks about meeting Said for the first time, in New York, 30 years earlier, and what they said to each other then:

We both said:

If the past is only an experience,

make of the future a meaning and a vision.

Let us go,

Let us go into tomorrow trusting

the candor of imagination and the miracle of grass

Darwish's poem goes on to look back from the present, speaking about the persistence of memory, and how hope changes form. While it does refer to their shared commitment to justice for their people, Darwish's poem, in the end, is also personal. Here are a few more lines from it, perhaps appropriate for today:

There is no time left in my watch for me to scribble lines

on the sand. I can, however, visit yesterday

as strangers do when they listen

on a sad evening to a Pastorale:

"A girl by the spring filling her jar

"With clouds' tears,

"Weeping and laughing as a bee

"Stings her heart...

"Is it love that makes the water ache

"Or some sickness in the mist..."

[until the end of the song].

***

- So, nostalgia can hit you?

Nostalgia for a higher, more distant tomorrow,

far more distant. My dream leads my steps.

And my vision places my dream

on my knees

like a pet cat. It's the imaginary

real,

the child of will: We can

change the inevitability of the abyss.

from Edward Said: A Contrapuntal Reading, by Mahmoud Darwish

 

July 25, 2008

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July 23, 2008

Obscurity and Struggle

Smokebush

"I don't know what to tell you," says the doctor. "This is the way it is when someone is dying. It isn't the heart, the kidneys, any one thing anymore. They pass in and out of lucidity. And it's very hard to tell you what to expect." He's a good guy, this doctor, and we don't have unreasonable expectations, of him or of this process. We're all waiting, wishing it could be easier.

There seems to have been a change starting on the weekend. My father-in-law is very weak but still insisting on getting up even though his legs won’t hold him; they're giving him morphine now as well as a sedative, to try to keep his blood pressure down, help his groaning, and keep him a little more manageable because he's been really angry, disoriented, and unable to communicate what he wants. He's refusing his other medications, and today, even water, though he ate last night, and apparently it's been a real struggle to give him the morphine and lorazepam. It seems like we're getting down toward the end but that it's going to be a struggle right up to the final moment; J. and I will be heading down there again tomorrow.

Why the refusal to give up, to go gently? Because peace flowing out of a simple conclusion never suited this contradictory man, whose mind has wrestled with the big questions as long as it could - and perhaps still is, as he grapples with confusion, growing darkness, and the fear he might have been wrong. Life -- the material body and the rational mind -- are what he knows and what he can hold onto as true. The rest: unknowable, and, except in poetic speculation, that was never the territory he wanted to travel.