the inconvenience of terrorism
c’mon man I was just trying to sleep
the sirens are like, the worst alarm clocks. first,
because they do not wake me up at the time
that I need to. like damn, let me at least sleep till 7. what
the fuck kind of meeting would I have at 4 am? who even is awake
now? and second, just like, don’t kill people. it’s a
pretty simple choice. I duno if you watched New Girl, but
one time Jess is crying about something, and she’s like, really
hysterical, and then Coach just goes up to her and yells “Stop It!”
and he has no other way to deal with her hysteria and
so like, Stop It. I have a Muslim friend from college who posted
his profile picture with the slogan “Free Palestine” and I wonder
if he also supports terrorism. he really should be writing, Free
Palestine from Hamas. wartime is odd times. you still go on with your life. you
still go to work, but just
are more aware of when you are in open spaces. you
automatically look around for shelters. luckily, shelters
are everywhere here. in schools. In pre-
schools. maybe even situated, like a cool spy movie,
under the sandbox of the pre-schoolers. (don’t worry,
it’s tarped over to keep out the cats). my friend said, she can’t
imagine what it’s like, with the sirens. Fuck, the sirens are scary,
because you never know. but it’s the hate that is fueling
the bombs that makes it hopeless, for us. It just means more war. more
terror. more and more. fighting. firepower. it is a bomb etched in “no
consequences, just death.” bombs from Hamas
have hit Arabs. They’ve hit Gaza,
landing within their own borders. indiscrimination like this is
just, like, not cool guys. my friend told her four-year-old that it is time
to hide when the siren comes. her four-year-old loves when
everyone gathers in her room. she feels important. she
plays. she smiles.
this is the world. this is life. day to day,
I avoid the news. facebook. twitter. I have my classes go on,
but I also have students who say, I can’t come. I am too afraid. I
can’t come, my bus was overrun by rioters. I can’t
sleep. Can you just like, press snooze on that hatred?
just give me 5 more minutes.
