TERRORISM: FURTHER THOUGHTS ON THE MIDEAST: When our hopes and dreams are deferred or obstructed, when our basic needs are denied (be those the needs to for food and safety or to be seen, listened to and understood), when our gifts and natures are marginalized and unable to be expressed, or when we are injured or our very lives are taken without sufficient acknowledgement or repair a wound often grows inside of us or in groups of people. What happens with this wound? Often violence results between people, between nation states, between groups, within us in the way we treat ourselves, and even in the ways our bodies manifest physical symptoms. Heres Langston Hughes answer in his reflection on the African American condition in a poem titled Harlem written in 1951. What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore— And then run? Does it stink like rotten meat? Or crust and sugar over— like a syrupy sweet? Maybe it just sags like a heavy load. Or does it explode?
Posted on: Wed, 19 Nov 2014 17:10:58 +0000
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