(As posted to my Gazette blog on July 3)

I think it’s time we stop, children, what’s that sound?
Everybody look what’s going down
Buffalo Springfield, from For What It’s Worth

During the past few days as the tragic events have unfolded in Jerusalem and the West Bank, I have been reading — and feeling — the comments and emotions of some of the people who live in those regions, thanks to the power of social media sites like Twitter and Facebook. It’s remarkable that we in this global village called Earth can feel each other’s pain so easily now.

The people there are hurting badly and they are scared and angry. Many Palestinians are crying out to the West, saying that media here has not done a fair, objective job of reporting, that we are biased toward Israel.

To that I can only say that in the past few days, the media reports I’ve read in Canada and some in the U.S. have covered the events fairly . . . and that everybody agrees violence is not the answer to the issues there.

“Nobody’s right if everybody is wrong” . . . and everybody who resorts to violence is wrong. There is no justification for violence. It is easier to demonstrate dressed in a white robe and holding peace signs than to expend energy firing missiles, bullets and stones. Peaceful demonstrations earn respect and acceptance; violence earns revulsion and rejection.

We in the West can’t make the violence stop. God knows, it’s not like foreign diplomats haven’t tried. Even the pope tried.

It’s clear to me: The only people who can stop the violence are the Palestinians and the Israelis, if they have a mind to do it.

But there is so much anger, so much hate, so much distrust on both sides. I fear they are going to annihilate each other.

Another thing I have noticed: It’s not women who are committing acts of violence. It is men . . . behaving like beasts. Behaving like imbeciles. On both sides.

And it is the women who are doing the crying. On both sides.

Gentle women, full of love, yearning for peace.

I cry for them tonight.

I cry for you, Nadia . . .

– Jillian