Israel's JFK Remembered...
Baby Charlotte, The Holocaust
And Other Tragedies
They say a picture paints a thousand words and as I stumbled on the above picture of Yitzhak Rabin's Grandaughters mourning the death of their grandfather ten years ago, I wondered what words were being said or thought by his elder grandaughter who was looking up to her father when the picture was taken...
"Daddy, is it true we should never forget the holocaust?"
"Is it true The Baby Charlotte's a bit like a baby jew?"
Are just a few of the things she could be saying. Then again, with Yitzhak being murdered ten years ago, he probably never got to see either of them, nor they him, in which case she's probably saying "Who was he daddy?" and her little sister, still too young to comprehend his relevance in the world at large, and with it history itself, simply looking on and saying "He was my grandad!"
They say everyone remembers where they were when JFK was killed, and I've no doubt a lot if Israeli's will remember exactly where they were when they heard of the death of Rabin, I'm not sure exactly where I was, or what I was doing, but I trawled through the site archives to look for some kind of clue as to what I was doing, and interestingly I found a rejection letter posted the day before from a publisher who I was later to discover published paedo sex tourism directories, so I assume I was probably reading that.
I've no doubt Yitzhaks grandaughters, like so many of us, have problems understanding why the good guys get murdered, and that reminds me of something Bill Hicks once said...
The world is like a ride at an amusement park. It goes up and down and round and round. It has thrills and chills and it's very brightly coloured and it's very loud and it's fun, for a while...
Some people have been on the ride for a long time, and they begin to question: Is this real, or is this just a ride? And other people have remembered, and they come back to us, they say, "Hey – don't worry, don't be afraid, ever, because, this is just a ride ..."
And we... kill those people.
"Shut him up. We have a lot invested in this ride. Shut him up. Look at my furrows of worry. Look at my big bank account and my family. This just has to be real."
It's just a ride. But we always kill those good guys who try and tell us that, you ever notice that? And let the demons run amok. Jesus murdered; Martin Luther King murdered; Malcolm X murdered; Gandhi murdered; John Lennon murdered; Reagan... wounded.
But it doesn't matter because: It's just a ride. And we can change it anytime we want. It's only a choice. No effort, no work, no job, no savings and money. A choice, right now, between fear and love.
The eyes of fear want you to put bigger locks on your doors, buy guns, close yourself off. The eyes of love, instead, see all of us as one. Here's what we can do to change the world, right now, to a better ride. Take all that money that we spend on weapons and defenses each year and instead spend it feeding and clothing and educating the poor of the world, which it would many times over, not one human being excluded, and we could explore space, together, both inner and outer, forever, in peace.
Thank you very much, you've been great.
© Sean Copland 1995-2014