Gaza: What am I to say?

Acknowledging my silence. Allowing, even welcoming my grief.

I often find myself mute in the face of incomprehensible tragedy and horrific events. I don’t know what to say. And something in me likes to pretend I don’t need to say anything, that it’s not my place to speak out or up. It’s almost as though I believe out-of-sight-out-of-mind is real. Or, like a small child, I believe that if I cover my eyes, you can’…