A sullen quiet hung in the air of the Old City today, thick like the flies that hover over rancid meat. And I saw the Islamic State banner over this shop right around the corner from the Church of the Holy Sepulcher, I thought about the women and children these terrorists have buried alive in Iraq, I thought about the sightless eyes staring from the rotting heads of fathers and mothers and babies stuck on spires, I thought about the men who wave their guns in the air and cheer over the fetid stench of death. And with a knot thick and tight in my stomach and with shaking hands, I took this picture, because we need to know that it could be here, too.
Posted on: Sun, 10 Aug 2014 19:16:50 +0000