spotlightI wanted to spotlight a comment on the previous post by litbrit, who also posts at Ezra Klein’s place.

For those who question Maryam’s motives, or who can’t or won’t attempt to empathize with anger such as hers, I would ask this:

Have you ever held a dying child in your arms? Let’s say, any dying child, not necessarily one who’s been grievously injured during a war, since we’ve been pretty fortunate not to have been occupied by a bomb-launching enemy over here in the States.

Or, have you ever tried to comfort a child who’s lost his parents, his baby sister, and his right arm? How about a child blinded in a fire or explosion?

Because this is what Maryam does every day. This is what Maryam has been doing.

I am a mother of three beautiful sons. I look at all children everywhere with the same awe and wonder; I cannot fathom the despair, the anger, and the pain she must feel after witnessing one such tragedy; after trying to care for just one child wounded in this horrific, immoral, illegal war; after looking into just one little pair of eyes searching for a mother who will never appear. It defies my imagination to even try.

Yet this is what Maryam does–for how many wounded, for how many orphaned?–because she must.

Her anger must become our anger. Real anger, I mean. Not the make-nice, politics-as-usual tv anger our elected officials effect when it behooves them to have a sound bite published. Real, action-fueling anger.

Amen, sister.

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