Letter: Imagine Syria
So far 1 million children have walked out of Syria into parts unknown, hoping they have a future somewhere. That would be a stream of people as vast as if every child, every woman and every old person walked out of New Hampshire, leaving only the middle-of-life men to work things out in a dangerous time – when children, women and the wisest men should be around so people remember what is needed and how to make life in a time of conflict.
Try on that emptiness. Imagine the whirring of drones replacing laughter. Or the clatter of gunfire substituting for voices chatting over coffee.
What if the only thing you could do as you were crying was to tear the bedsheets off your mattress to bind up your neighbor’s body?