Hebron / Rachael Peltz
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.
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)