>For a moment, anyway. A brief sliver of time. Literally a blink of the eye. I was proud to be an American. Then. Americans voted for change. They cast their votes for a man most of us would never have expected to take office in our lifetime. The country got out there and made their voices heard.
But where are their voices now? Where are OUR voices now? I was proud to be an American. Then.
Now, once again, I’m ashamed. I’m ashamed of my fellow countrymen who speak so confidently on a topic about which they know so little. I’m ashamed of people who are only willing to listen to someone else’s story if they look like we do or at least our neighbor. How sad is it that it would be more meaningful to many Americans to hear that there are 5000 Christians in Gaza without food, without water, without heat, without power. Yes, there are 5000 of my brothers and sisters in faith. But there are millions of humans. When all is said and done, people are people. I didn’t give food for those 5000. I didn’t give blankets and clothes for them. I gave those things for everyone in need. Just as the Bible tells me to.
Hear me, Americans, just as THE BIBLE tells me to.
It doesn’t say, only help those who look like you and worship like you. I doesn’t say only help those with good PR machines. It says whatever you have done to the least of them, you have done to Christ. I wonder, when the time comes, will you be proud of your hard-heartedness to the Palestinians? Will you be proud of loudly calling for Israel to “wipe out Hamas” and damn the civilians who happen to be in the way? I’m not proud today.
I’m ashamed of my government, both the old (which continues to act according to pattern) and the new (from which I expected better than silence). I’m ashamed of my fellow Americans who clearly saw the evil that was Apartheid in South Africa and refuse to accept and admit that the State of Israel is also practicing Apartheid.
But, I am proud of my fellow Americans here in Jordan. Where it’s impossible not to know a Palestinian (would that those in the US would spend as much time getting to know a Palestinian family as a pro-Israeli Jewish family) and to understand what they lost when forced from their homes. Here in Jordan where we understand that, regardless of the tit-for-tat nature of this conflict and regardless of who poked whom first, the current situation in Gaza bears more resemblance to the ghettos of Warsaw and the holocaust than it does to a “humanitarian crisis”. Here we Americans have been giving for Gaza, helping for Gaza, and praying for Gaza.
So, I was proud to be an American. Once.