What is there about our shared journey that permits us, with ease, to consciously blind ourselves to the grief of others because it aches too much to see the obvious? That upends echoes of pain as screams come in unbearable waves that leave no doubt of its horrible source of crimes, in progress, of broken families and dreams never to be dreamt? What finds escape in crafted denial that accepts no combat from waves of reality... for to handle truth is, seemingly, well beyond our collective capacity? It is the story of our day: Star of David ; land of myth. More
This content originally appeared on CounterPunch.org and was authored by Stanley L. Cohen.