Hebron: A Poem | June 2014

Hebron /  Rachael Peltz

Picture this.

A bus winding down a dusty road, parched earth, straggly desert bush,
Scattered unkempt olive trees
A questionable white stone structure, and then another.

What could they be?

 The burial place of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob
(along side of) A small domed Mosque. 

Whoa

 The bus  winds down the road and then stops.
Not much ahead but greying concrete buildings
Scattered here and there
As are the villagers.

A scruffy young man 
Plaintive in his vacancy

Another one with frightful eyes piercing the elements
An explosion waiting to happen

 A random child
           No child is random

Then one rectangular box of a building,
Higher than any other

            It could house up to 40 families, right in the center of town.

            Who lives there?

            No one – now.  It is a disputed settlement.

            What happens when the dispute is settled?

 That’s the question, isn’t it.

 


I wrote this  poem after visiting Hebron, as a member of a fact-finding mission. The day we visited we met with several Palestinian townspeople, a teacher and an Israeli activist doing research on the settlements.

Rachael Peltz, Ph.D.
Member, Psychoanalysis for Social Responsibility (APA, Division 39)

 

 

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