BRATTLEBORO-When I was a child, I read The Diary of a Young Girl by Anne Frank. I had nightmares of hiding in a wall, under a floor, in the attic. Anne was discovered by the relentless killers who finally destroyed her life.
As I grew older, I wondered about the men who tortured people in the concentration camps. Doctors who masterminded cruel experiments. It was a terrible mystery.
Today, I wonder how people can torture, rape, maim, and kill Palestinians. It's a painful twist that the people tortured in Germany might be related to the people who are now torturers.
I think about how we are told not to spoil our children. I wonder how Israeli mothers of soldiers who are torturing, raping, and killing can stand this terrible use of their darlings. How do they turn over their precious youth to learn these cruel skills that are difficult and often impossible to unlearn?...
BRATTLEBORO-I dip my pen into the swiftly congealing blood, the precious fluid that runs in all our veins. This line stumbles over bodies that lay neatly stacked on the bomb-pitted ER floors. Small faces contorted in a twist of anguish as the red thread divides those who live and...
Not everybody has the strength or capacity to hold the greater/larger picture of the Earth. Not everyone has a big enough heart to encompass the vast amount of pain that Israel is inflicting. The people who are being killed are my brothers, sisters, and children. We are of one...
Thank you for painting a quick sketch of Charles Monette, who, after 19 years, is once again presenting his artistic work on the stage. I look forward to seeing “Becoming van Gogh.”