THIS IS WHAT I KNOW: Ian McEwan
November 2007
Submitted by Michael Jones
This is what I know. Human nature, the human heart, the spirit, the soul, consciousness itself – call it what you like – in the end, it’s all we’ve got to work with. It has to develop and expand, or the sum of our misery will never diminish. My own small discovery has been that this change is possible, it is within our power. Without a revolution of the inner life, however slow, all our big designs are worthless. The work we have to do is with ourselves if we are ever going to be at peace with each other. I’m not saying it’ll happen. There is a good chance it won’t. I’m saying it’s our only chance. If it does, and it could take generations, the good that flows from it will shape our societies in an unprogrammed, unforeseen way, under the control of no single group of people or ideas….. .
Ian McEwan Black Dogs P 147
There are those rare moments when musicians together touch something sweeter than they have ever found before in rehearsals or performance, beyond the merely collaborative or technically proficient, when their expression becomes as easy and graceful as friendship or love. This is when they give us a glimpse of what we might be, of our best selves, and of the impossible world in which you give everything you have to others, but lose nothing of yourself. Out in the real world there exist detailed plans, visionary projects and peaceable realms, all conflicts resolved, happiness for everyone, for ever – mirages for which people are prepared to die and kill. Christ’s kingdom on earth, the worker’s paradise, the ideal Islamic state. But only in music, and only on rare occasions, does the curtain actually lift on the dream of community, and its tantalisingly conjured before fading away with the last notes.
Ian McEwan Saturday P 171
COMPASSIONATE LISTENING TRIP TO ISRAEL/ PALESTINE
NOV. 2006
Dr. Barbara Landau
We are here tonight to share a sampling of the stories we were privileged to hear while we were on our trip. I confess to having a personal attachment to stories that involve children and changing the future. I also confess to being fascinated by the choices individuals make in the face of incredible adversity and personal betrayal.
Hope Flowers School: The First Story - Hussein Issa
My story begins with my first Compassionate Listening trip in 1999. Hussein Issa, was a Palestinian who grew up in the Deheishe refuge camp south of Bethlehem on the West Bank. In 1948 Hussein’s father’s land was taken away by the Israelis. The land had been in the family for 700 years. His father, grief stricken by the loss, had a heart attack and died. A number of years ago, following the 1967 war, Hussein was admitted to hospital in Israel with a heart attack. While he was recuperating, his mother tried to visit him in hospital, but was denied entry into Israel – she could not get a pass. She was in a car that was trying various entry points when the car was in an accident and she was killed. Still later, during the Intifada, Hussein’s son, a 14 year old, was shot while throwing stones at Israeli soldiers. After 3 months in hospital, he died of his wounds. What did Hussein do in the face of these experiences? He decided that unless there was an effort to build bridges and work toward genuine understanding and peace, there would be no future for anyone. So he decided to create a peace school. Hussein’s school began with a kindergarten in 1984 and gradually added successive years from day care through grade 7. ‘Hope Flowers’ is a school for Peace and Democracy for Christian and Muslim Palestinian children, with weekly shared peace projects with ‘twin schools’ in Israel. He used Palestinian and Israeli faculty to achieve the goal of a democratic, non fundamentalist, peace education that encouraged girls to stay in school. While the spirit in the school is warm and the philosophy enlightened, Hope Flowers encountered opposition from both Palestinian and Israeli authorities. With no reliable funding, Hussein had to continually fight demolition orders by Israel (the school was zoned as “agricultural land” under the British Mandate) and suspicion by the Palestinian Authority who demolished his school bus and hassled him yearly over the accreditation of the school’s peace curriculum.
The Second Story – Ibrahim Issa
Sadly, in 2000, Hussein suffered another heart attack. The treatment he needed was available in an Israeli hospital, but he didn’t have a pass. By the time a pass was arranged, this beautiful man was dead. His family and supporters were determined to keep the Hope Flowers School alive in his memory. In 2000, Hussein’s son, Ibrahim gave up working on his Ph.D. in engineering in Holland and returned to run the school with his mother. The school has continued to blossom adding teacher education, with a focus on building civil society and democratic values. His goal is to influence the curriculum in schools across Palestine and beyond. Hope Flowers also offers trauma counseling for children exposed to the violence that has escalated since the second Intifada.
And yet this wonderful school continues to be in jeopardy today. Since the Second Intifada, road closures have made travel to the school increasingly difficult. In November, 2003, the school cafeteria was placed under a demolition order by the Israelis because it is located too close to a “separation wall”. The wall is being constructed to “protect” the expanding settlement of Beit Jala. Construction of this wall will prevent Israelis from visiting the school and will further traumatize the Palestinian children who must enter the school, if they can, in what will feel like a war zone. Despite all obstacles (including the partial demolition of his home), Ibrahim is committed to non violence and to reconciliation between Jews and Palestinians of all faiths. He is a role model for all of us.
Dalia & Yehezkel Landau – the Lemon Tree/Open House
Dalia & her family arrived from Bulgaria in 1948 and were given a home in Ramle that had been ‘abandoned’ by an Arab family ‘running away’ from the Israelis in that year. When she was a teenager, in 1967 (shortly after the 6 Day War), three Palestinian men knocked on the door and asked if they could come into the house. One of them, Bashir, claimed that he had lived in the home from his birth until he was 6 years old in 1948. Dalia felt that she had been waiting for this moment all her life. She invited them in and watched as they walked reverently through the home and into the garden where a lemon tree blossomed.Before he left, Bashir invited Dalia to visit his home in Ramallah on the West Bank. She accepted and was struck by the warmth of the family’s hospitality, despite the wide gulf in their political views. On a subsequent occasion, Bashir’s father, who by this time was frail and blind came to Ramle to visit Dalia. He moved about his former home caressing the stone work and touching the walls of each room and finally he asked if the lemon tree he had planted was still in the garden. When he stood under the tree, tears rolled down his cheek and Dalia’s father gave him a cluster of lemons to take with him when he left. On nights when he could not sleep, Bashir’s father would hold one of the lemons to comfort him.So far it is a lovely story of reconnection. Life is more complicated. Some months later Dalia learned that Bashir was arrested for his part in a lethal bomb explosion in a West Jerusalem supermarket. Bashir was convicted and served 15 years for his role. Dalia was devastated by the news and for 15 years they had no contact.
At the same time Dalia learned some disturbing facts about her own Israeli history. She had been taught and believed that Arabs like Bashir’s family had abandoned their homes in the 1948 war. Now she learned that former Prime Minister David Ben-Gurion had ordered a collective expulsion of the Palestinians from Ramle. In Dalia’s words, “My love for my country was losing its innocence’. While Bashir was in prison, Dalia’s parents died and she inherited the house. Dalia did not feel right about keeping the house, so she contacted Bashir and offered him the home. Bashir was touched by the offer but could not accept because he was not permitted to live in Ramle. He suggested instead that the home be used as an early childhood education centre. Dalia enthusiastically embraced this idea with the focus on fostering peaceful relationships between Arab and Jewish children. Today the Lemon Tree home is a school known as ‘Open House’and the ‘Center for Jewish-Arab Coexistence’. It runs a variety of extra curricular programs for Israeli and Arab children and their parents, including a summer ‘Peace Camp’ for kids aged 8 to 15. My hope is that efforts such as Open House will act as models to break the cycle of Victim and Avenger so that the dream of peaceful coexistence can be achieved.
A POEM FROM DR. ELAINE MILLAM:
THE RIPPLE EFFECT
January 2008
Do you want to be a positive influence in the world? First, get your own life in order. Ground yourself in the single principle so that your behavior is wholesome and effective. If you do that, you will earn respect and be a powerful influence.
Your behavior influences others through a ripple effect. A ripple effect works because everyone influences everyone else. Powerful people are powerful influences.
If your life works, you influence your family.
If your family works, your family influences the community.
If your community works, your community influences the nation.
If your nation works, your nation influences the world.
If your world works, the ripple effect spreads throughout the cosmos.
Remember that your influence begins with you and ripples outward. So be sure that your influence is both potent and wholesome. How do I know that this works? All growth spreads outward from a fertile and potent nucleus. You are a nucleus.
A LETTER FROM JOHN HOOVER
December 2007
Dear folks:
With the reverb of One World still echoing within me, I ventured to look up as the sound of geese in flight caught my attention. From such a beginning, I ask the question, "What are the Leadership elements revealed in One World"? The geese are a collective governance in action. As one watches they form and reform their "Vee" continuously honking and making individual/mass adjustments like sardines, schooled in the art of being in simultaneous Leadership and Team roles.
• each know where they are going, individually and collectively
• have enough collective understanding to take turns breaking the wind as leader
• when the leader get tired the "wing man" takes over, breaking the wind
• communicate continuously
• make adjustments to changing conditions
I don't for a moment suggest the members of a hospital board or government are dumber than geese, however I wonder what Leadership elements may translate appropriately? ;-}
Leadership Elements Revealed in One World
Invitatation - a compelling question
Collective management of process
Willingness to be vulnerable, transparent
Willingness to fight against isolation by being in dialogue and offering support
Creativity
Feedback
Leading by example
Flexible agendas
Iterative process (did this used to be called “Organic?”)
Organizing principles
Laterality
Safety
Holographic understanding
Visioning
I would enjoy reading any comments you wish to add.
Best to All, John H
Submited by Susan Wright
May 2008
I honour your gods
Idrink at your well
I bring an undefended heart to our meeting place.
I have no cherished outcomes
I will not negotiate by withholding
I am not subject to disappointment.