I have another child- metaphor that I want to use here.
We have a little kid, kindergardener. He's a geek, high sicks, suspenders, way-too-thick glasses, a Mr. Spock backpack- you get the idea.
So he's a student, but doesn't really fit in, is not really accepted.
And so a little Italian kid starts to insult him and call him names.
Our little kindergarden geek starts to cry.
First and second grade- along come a kid who's parents are both French, and a kid who's parents are both English. The three kids have the same interests- the nerdish kid is off watching Star Trek during lunch. So the three kids start to pick on the geek, but now, since there's three kids and not just the one, the name calling becomes pushing.
And our little geek, who's puny for his age but a nice little guy at heart, continues to cry.
Middle School- a kid who's parents just moved here from Spain comes along, and is VERY popular and pretty big for his age. The other three start hanging out with him (though they all have their own little disagreements.) But this new spanish kid HATES anyone who doesn't like watching his favorite show, a cheesy Saturday-morning action cartoon (pick whichever one you want.) In short the Spanish kid hates anyone who's different- and with a skinny frame, high socks, taped-together glasses, braces, and suspenders, that geek sticks out like a sore thumb. It doesn't help he watches old Star Trek re-runs while that Saturday morning cartoon is on. So the geek gets picked on by the four of them, only now, since it's four instead of three and the hormones are starting to kick in, the pushing becomes punching to the gut and stealing that Mr. Spock backpack and deflating the little geek's bike tires.
So our little geek keeps taking it because he can't fight back, and he continues to cry.
High School- a German and a Russian kid from another middle school join the gang, and the six kids really start to lay into the poor geek, and now he's going home with bruises and bloody noses.
And he's still crying.
Finally, sophmore year, the little geek makes a friend. And wouldn't you know it, this friend is a middle-American kid who's on the wrestling team.
At the same time, our little gang of many nationalities is breaking up and changing. The English kid, who's been a big, misunderstood fat kid this whole time, drops out and starts hanging out a bit more with the popular American kid. The Russian kid and German kid, who are the two biggest kids in the group and the leaders, have a fight and go their seperate ways, and the spanish kid loses interest and leaves the gang. The French kid, now, is getting some bad looks from the German and Italian kids- he leaves.
So, almost out of people to bully and a fraid of losing his power built onfear, the German kid goes for his favorite punching bag- our little geek. Only this time, be beats him up so badly that our geek gets a broken nose and cracked ribs and a black eye and has a concussion after a VERY bad blow to the head.
And our geek is so badly hurt and crying he is, as you might have guessed scarred in more places than just skin-deep.
Well, enough is enough at this school, as first the English kid and the American kid and then more kids stand up to the German kid until he backs down- and he gets suspended and apprehended by the sherrif.
The school year ends, and our geek thanks the American and English kid for their help, and says he wishes he was strong like them. Well, he's in luck- the American kid's an All-State wrestling champion now, popular and captain of the team at school (his only real competition is that Russian kid, but that's another story), and the English kid's on the team, too.
So that summer, the two train the geek, take him to the gym, to the school's wrestling practice area, train him in their garages, at home, and as the kid gets stronger, he also finally gets that growth spurt that all teenage boys have.
So, the next year, he goes to school with thin, cool-looking sunglasses instead of his old taped up inch thick bottle glasses, is in a t-shirt and jeans, and a black, grungy backpack (his cellphone still looks like the Star Trek Communicator, and he still flashes the Vulcan salute from time to time, but old habits die hard, and hey- he still lites Trek ;))
So now, with popular friends and a physique that's built so that he can finally defend himself, it would seem all is well with our not-quite-a-geek.
It's not.
All those years of being picked on and pushed and punched- this kid is now EXTREMELY paranoid and has a quick temper and an even quicker fist.
He can finally go back to the audio-visual room in peace at lunc to watch his Star Trek re-runs, but one problem:
A Middle Eastern kid is there: and HE likes to watch Doctor Who.
And our geek hates Doctor Who with a passion, and our Middle Eastern kid hates Star Trek just as much.
Our geek demands the TV that "was originally his and should be again," while the Middle Eastern kid claims that "he's been here for so long that this is his TV now."
Our geek states the TV is his rightfully and that the Middle Eastern kid "only has the TV because he [our geek] was forced out of the room." The Middle Eastern kid states "just because you used to have the TV doesn't mean you should have it now."
So both make a scene, some kids gather, and both state their case. The American kid backs his friend, the geek, and since our American kid is big, strong, and popular, and everyone sort of feels badly for mocking the poor geek the last twelve years, the geek gets the TV room back, and everyone hails it as it as fair, and that American kid is getting more and more opular by the minute (except with the Russian kid.)
So all's well, right?
No- now the Middle Eastern kid is in the same position the geeks been in for all these years, withc one difference:
HE has some powerful friends.
So a fistfight breaks out for the room between the geek and the ME kid and his handful of friends; it's about five-on-one, but our geek has had some good training from his American friend and has A LOT OF PENT UP RAGE AND AGRESSION
and so wins the fight.
THAT round.
Because now he has new enemies, our geek, that ME kid and his friends. Sad thing is, the two aren't all that different- nobody's really liked this Doctor Who-watching ME kid either, and he's been picked on, he just got through it better because he had a couple of good friends and was lucky a few times.
And Doctor Who and Star Trek are both Sci-Fi and have some similar themes and ideas- these two kids, under differend circumstances, could've been great buddies, maybe best friends.
But they met at the worst time, when the Middle Eastern kid was in a bad mood andin no mood to share and when the geek was eager for the chance to unleash some of that anger that had been pent up onto him; he's still a good kid, a nice little geek at heart, but because he's VERY paranoid now, when he saw he was outnumbered and one of those ME kid's friendds stepped towards him, he didn't wait to see if he could talk things out or call for help-
HE'D DONE THAT FOR YEARS.
And it had only every brought him pain, the only way this geek EVER got an end to his suffering was by hanging out with strong kids who were agressive (but could control themselves, mostly) and becomeing strong and agressive himself.
So on and off this battle rages for the TV every week or so- and the geek always wins because he's so well-trained and well-built now.
Unfortunately, since he's paranoid and theat ME kid is persistant, soon he's attacking sooner and sooner- now waiting for those ME kid's friends to show up for fear of a big fight and more injuries, he, the geek, just pushes the ME kid out and slams the door in his face.
So our once-loveable-yet-tragic geek is starting to become a misguided-paranoid-bully figure.
And here's the kicker.
That ME kid is getting desperate- he NEEDS his sanctuary back, just as much as our geek does- the ME kid just can't win it back.
By himself.
But now along comes this Gangster kid. He's known as one of the worst kids on campus, at times he seems almost as bad as that German kid who nearly bashed in our geek's brains. Still, he DOES usually get the job done, he's a pretty good fighter because he doesn't play by the rules.
Our ME kid falls in with this kid, the "wrong crowd," and his friends wait.
Our geek is walking along in the hallway on his way to Advanced Quantum Physics-
-and the Gangster punches him in the back of the head: clearly not a fair move.
But before our geek can lay into him, the Gangster runs away.
A few days later, same thing.
And again.
And again.
And again.
And again.
Our geek isn't stupid (he's in Advanced Physics!), he knows that the ME kid's "in with" this Gangster.
So he figures that the ME kid is partly responsible, and starts tripping him in hallways- not enough to hurt the ME kid, becasue or geek DOESN'T WANT TO BE a monster and bully, he knows what it's like to be hurt by one- he just wants to send the message "you and your 'new friend' better leave me alone- or else."
As gossipy as this school is, it's now a regular topic of conversation, our geek- is he still a nice guy, or a bully?
The American kid is his best friend, they're pretty close, so of course he sticks up for him in these chat sessions (though the American kid is thought to be a little full of himself and not as popular as he used to be.) The English kid's a little wishy-washy on the subject, the geeks still his friend and he still says he's ok, but a bit of a jerk too (and the English kid's feeling guilty right now, seeing as how HE brought the TV to school and "promised" both the geek and the ME kid they could use it at lunch.)
But others- they're not as kind when talking about our geek.
Finally, after a couple weeks of getting smacked in the head or getting a faceplant in the pavement every time going to class, our geek's had enough- and decides to finish this once and for all by going to the small area the ME ang Gangster kid hang out and our geek takes to pummeling both of them, non-stop. Doesn't wait for the ME kid to get off the ground, doesn't wait for the Gangster to get up and kick him in the back of the head again. This fight has laster all of lunch so far, and is getting pretty bloody and VERY bad.
A crowd's- gathered now. The American kid, the English kid, the German, French, Italian, Russian- they're all there, plus others, some rooting for the geek, some rooting for the Gangster and the ME kid, ALL wishing this would stop.
But where are the higher powers- the teachers?
Nowhere to be found............
So- that's the metaphor. A long one, but then again this is a long, complicated issue.
Why children? Because Israel IS a child a scarred, scared, paranoid child. Palestine's a depressed, beaten child. That Gangster who's not playing by the schoolyard rules of conduct- Hamas. And the other kids I think you can guess.
I've heard these reports the last few days. Up to 500 dead, mostly militants, but at least 100 civilians dead. Ground troops moving in, missiles going deeper into Israel, and threats that "Gaza will become an Israeli graveyard" and that "further and farther missle strikes are to come."
And STILL no help.
Why have so many civilians died? I'd split the blame 50-50: the IDF's been a bit over-agressive out of sheer frustration and rage, but that does not excuse it. But keep in mid too that the Hamas militants ARE LOCATED AND SEEK TO FIGHT in civilian areas.
I heard this on CNN a while or so ago, and I think it's the truest thing about Hamas that's been said recently: they WANT some Palestinian civilian deaths, because the more civilians that die, the stronger their cause- they BREED and live off of fear and anger towards Israel. More dead parents mean more confused and scarred kids becoming snipers and missle and bomb makers and walking bombs themselves.
Israel is that geek- it's been hit one too many times over too long, and has developed to the point where IT WON'T LET someone hit them- THEY'LL hit first if the get the chance. And I think that's understandable, if not entirely excuseable. All those centuries of persecution and these last fifty years of nearly constant war has led to a HUGE persecutution complex in the minds of Israelis- ask yourselves, if you were in their position, after hearing and knowing about millions upon millions of deaths over centuries at the hands of not just one country but many, and then after being shelled and having to shell back for fifty years, watching your friends go off to serve and hearing, or worse, actually SEEING some of those friends die, how would you react at the hint of another threat, more death?