Hope is a woman who has lost her fear. Along with her home, her employment, her parents, her olive trees, her grapes. The peace of independence; the reassuring noises of ordinary neighbors. Hope rises, She always does, did we fail to notice this in all the stories they’ve tried to suppress? Hope rises, and she puts on her same unfashionable threadbare coat and, penniless, she flings herself against the cold, polished, protective chain mail of the very powerful the very rich – chain mail that mimics suspiciously silver coins and lizard skin - and all she has to fight with is the reality of what was done to her; to her country; her people; her children; her home. All she has as armor is what she has learned must never be done. Not in the name of War and especially never in the name of Peace. Hope is always the teacher with the toughest homework. Our assignment: to grasp what has never been breathed in our stolen Empire on the hill: Without justice, we will never be healed. Alice Walker.
Posted on: Mon, 07 Oct 2013 10:45:24 +0000