Interrupted by war

I think I will take this moment of relative calm to apologize to anyone out there for my long absence. I did not lose interest in thrifiting or clothes, but the last six weeks or so have been quite sad for me and I just haven’t felt up to posting about clothes.

As you know, I live in Israel, and although I was traveling in the States during the first part of the Gaza war, we came back on the day the airlines cancelled flights to Israel (we happened to be flying El Al, the national airline, and weren’t affected) and have been here for plenty of bad news. As of my publishing this, the latest cease fire has lasted 24 hours, and I hope something good comes out of this tragedy.

I have to apologize to people much more affected on a daily basis by the war – traumatized residents of more southern Israeli towns that either lived in shelters or vacated their homes, families of soldiers for whom every day is a waiting game, and, of course, the people that live in Gaza that have had their lives disrupted, their families decimated and their homes destroyed. Yes, I realize it was more or less elected leaders on both sides that chose how to run this war. But choices are not so simple, sometimes there is the appearance of choice but really none at all, and everyone has suffered enough.

I live on a street where a fallen soldier lived and is now buried. The funeral and subsequent events were huge and heartbreaking. Most of the town went – my husband went. The thing I find so difficult to completely digest is how some of the nicest, noblest, most good people I know are so very adamant in their “us vs them” viewpoint.  There is something about putting your son to battle that makes it very important that you know you are right.

I am not a sports fan, but I see nationalism as fandom taken to its most tragic degree. If people will literally kill over a soccer match you can imagine what they will do when their most sacred values are threatened. I have read lots of articles related to the war, but these two come closest to describing some aspects of how I feel.

The Problem with Collective Grief

and

What would you do…

Anyway, I hope when you read this the cease fire is still holding. I hope the administration of Gaza is taken over by someone other than Israel or Hamas who will insure that their world is rebuilt instead of their tunnels and they will be allowed to prosper. I hope with a heavy heart.

And I hope you will understand that through all this, losing myself in a thrift store is one of the best things I can do. I intend to start posting more about that in the near future.

 

12 Comments

  1. ladywone

    Thank you for posting and updating us all. As a veteran and a solider who made the decision to leave my career with the U.S. Army because of one tour at war. I fully understand your need to “escape” through thrifting. You all are in my prayers war is never an us vs them and as long as people continue to think so we will remain as we are. I am experiencing my own loss of my mom now as I try to find my joy again. Peace be unto you and yours.

  2. Jaime

    Ladywone, I am extremely touched by your comment. Thank you. Please stay strong, I am sending you warm wishes to help you find your joy again as you work through your loss.

  3. Ramya

    Jamie… Loved what you wrote. Coming from a country which is constantly guarding it’s borders too.. I know how wrong it feels. I wonder how people could fight when lives are at stake. You have written it beautifully…

    1. Jaime

      Thank you for thinking of us Deb. We are very fortunate to live far enough north that we have only had a few sirens and nothing actually landed anywhere near us.

  4. DEB

    Hi. I found your blog via YLF and your most recent post has moved me. I’ve been following the Gaza war through Al Jazeera and the BBC and this crises has affected me profoundly. The suffering is so upsetting and I cannot imagine living through such a hugely stressful event. My thoughts are with you and so many who I will never know. Take good care and stay safe. Regards. DEB

  5. transconashannon

    Jaime – what a poignant and beautifully written piece.

    My father served his country in World War II and told me one time that he joined because that’s what men did in those days but knowing that because of his actions he had ruined someone else’s life, haunted him for years. No one wins in a war.

    I wish peace for all those involved.

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