Three Moments of Horror Woven in the Fabric of Humanity

Let us not turn our rage, our fear and our violence against those "others" who have bloody streaks amid their wisdom, while pretending there are no such streaks amid our own.-- Peace!
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For Trayvon Martin of Florida, USA; for Rabbi Jonathan Sandler of Toulouse, his sons, Gabriel and Arieh, and Miriam Monsonego; for the others killed in France whose names I have not seen in the American press; and for the families murdered in Afghanistan -- Mohamed Dawood son of Abdullah, Khudaydad son of Mohamed Juma, Nazar Mohamed, Payendo, Robeena, Shatarina daughter of Sultan Mohamed, Zahra daughter of Abdul Hamid, Nazia daughter of Dost Mohamed, Masooma daughter of Mohamed Wazir, Farida daughter of Mohamed Wazir, Palwasha daughter of Mohamed Wazir, Nabia daughter of Mohamed Wazir, Esmatullah daughter of Mohamed Wazir, Faizullah son of Mohamed Wazir, Essa Mohamed son of Mohamed Hussain, Akhtar Mohamed son of Murrad Ali -- we grieve and we try to learn how to prevent such killings in the future.

First, an English version of the Mourners' Kaddish in a time of war and violence, then, my thoughts on the causes and the meanings of these deaths. I urge that in synagogues, churches, and mosques, memorial prayers be said this Friday, Saturday and Sunday for all those killed in these three moments of horror.

Mourners' Kaddish in a Time of War and Violence

Yit'gadal v'yit'kadash shmei rabbah: May Your Great Name, through our own expanding awareness and our fuller action, lift You and us to become still higher and more holy.

For Your Great Name weaves together all the names of all the beings in the universe, among them our own names, and among them those who have touched our lives deeply though we can no longer touch them. (Congregation: Amein)

Throughout the world that You have offered us, a world of majestic peaceful order that gives life through time and through eternity. And let's say, Amein

So may the Great Name be blessed, through every Mystery and Mastery of every universe.

May Your Name be blessed and celebrated, Its beauty honored and raised high, may It be lifted and carried, may Its radiance be praised in all Its Holiness. Blessed be!

Even though we cannot give You enough blessing, enough song, enough praise, enough consolation to match what we wish to lay before you --

And though we know that today there is no way to console You when among us some who bear Your Image in our being are killing others who bear Your Image in our being --

Still we beseech that from the unity of Your Great Name flow a great and joyful harmony and life for all of us. (Congregation: Amein)

You who make harmony in the ultimate reaches of the universe, teach us to make harmony within ourselves, among ourselves -- and shalom, salaam, solh, peace for all the children of Abraham, those from the family of Abraham and Sarah through Isaac and those from the family of Abraham and Hagar through Ishmael -- and for all who dwell upon this planet. (Congregation: Amein)

Killing Jews, Killing Muslims, Killing Blacks

Three recent incidents:

A Frenchman kills a Jewish family and several French soldiers (some of them Muslims) who had served the French government's interests by using violence against Muslim societies.

An American soldier kills several Muslim families in Afghanistan, the second Muslim country in which he has been ordered into four tours of violence.

An armed Euro-American kills an unarmed African-American for looking suspicious inside a gated community in Florida.

Three utterly different news items? Merely, as a Secretary of Defense once euphemistically said, "Stuff happens"? Just dots, no connections?

I don't think so. For one thing, I think all three killers were operating within a framework of what seemed like legitimate violence. Even though there was widespread condemnation of their acts afterwards. Afterwards.

Beforehand?

The Florida killer was operating under a basic American cultural "rule" (once felt by almost all white Americans, then by a majority and still by a large proportion of them): The lives of black folk are far less valuable than the lives of white folk.

The Florida killer said he felt fearful. And Fear in a white person is far more urgent to end than Life in a black person is important to save.

Why did he feel afraid? Because the domination of other human beings, the willingness to enslave one class of them, lynch them, segregate them, impoverish them, imprison them, can only be undergirded by coming to believe that this class of them are dangerous. The oppression -- which benefits the oppressor -- precedes and gives rise to the Fear.

You can overcome fear by connecting, communing, with the people you fear. (But then how can you keep the benefits you get by oppressing them?) Or you can overcome fear by being willing to suffer and die for a principle. Or you can overcome fear by being willing to kill.

In France, a marginalized Frenchman put meaning in his life by enlisting in a one-man army. An army to avenge all the killings of Muslims by the French and Israeli armies. Anyone wearing a French uniform, and anyone wearing not only an Israeli uniform, but the "uniform" of Orthodox Judaism, was dangerous. Even their tiny children.

He might have overcome his fear of these "dangerous" people by connecting, communing with them, trying to affirm his own humanity so that they would be more likely to affirm his. Or he might have overcome his fear by risking suffering and even death, directly and nonviolently challenging the governments he saw as dangerous and frightening. Or he could overcome his fear by killing.

And the third killer, an American soldier. He had been taught, not only in the brain but with every muscle and blood vessel in his body, that his job, and more than that his moral task, his sworn duty, is to kill Iraqis and Afghans. And certainly he fears them. They have damaged his brain, distorted his life.

He could have transcended his fear by trying to connect, to commune, with the Afghans he feared, whom he had been ordered to kill. If his officers had prevented his doing that, he could have transcended his fear by putting his freedom, maybe even his life, on the line by nonviolently challenging them. Saying the fourth tour of duty was too much. Laying down his machine-gun. Demanding to be discharged, to be able to make love with his wife and parent his children.

Or he could transcend his fear by killing.

No wonder the Army that had taught him to kill brought him home after he killed, lest he be tried by the Afghanis whose community he had shattered. After all, that same Army has time after time killed civilians, murdered wedding parties, broken the brains and bones of children -- claiming all the while these dead were merely "collateral damage." That same Army has taught such fear and hatred of Islam that its soldiers could piss on the bodies of dead human beings because they were Muslim, they could casually burn the book that to Muslims is the very Word of God.

So one soldier went beyond the Army's expectations. If they were honest, they might give him a medal. Not the Medal of Honor, not the Medal of Courage, but the Medal of Fear Transcended.

In every one of our traditions, religious and secular, there are streaks of blood. In the Torah, proclaiming genocide against the Midianites. In the Gospels, pouring contempt upon the Jews. In the Quran, calling not only for the inner jihad, the struggle against arrogance and idolatry, but on occasion for jihads of blood against some communities. In the Declaration of Independence, with its denunciation of "the merciless lndian savages," who were the indigenous peoples of this land.

Let us not turn our rage, our fear and our violence against those "others" who have such bloody streaks amid their wisdom, while pretending there are no such streaks amid our own.

Let us instead remember that these streaks are only streaks in the many fabrics woven of connection and community, woven of a "decent respect to the opinions of Humankind." A fabric woven by all human cultures and by all the life-forms of our planet. A fabric of fringes, where every thing we call our "own," as if we own it, came into being only through the Interbreathing of all life.

Shalom, salaam, solh -- Peace! Healing! Wholeness!

Rabbi Arthur Waskow is director of The Shalom Center. His newest book, "Freedom Journeys," is co-authored with R. Phyllis Berman (Jewish Lights).

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