My Name on His Tongue: Poems

an open letter to president-elect Barack Obama regarding the situation in Gaza

128 an open letter to president-elect Barack Obama regarding the situation in Gaza December 29, 2008 Dear President-Elect Obama, Belatedly, I congratulate you on winning the election. Belatedly, I offer my condolences for the death of your beloved grandmother. Hopefully not belatedly, I implore you to consider your role in Palestine. Though I try to avoid watching the news, last night I forced myself to look at coverage of Gaza. I started with CNN and Reuters, and though at that point over two hundred Palestinians had been killed, the footage I saw was of the funeral for the one Israeli who died. I watched several men carry a coffin. I saw attractive women crying. It was both public and private and one felt their grief. The message was clear: one Israeli death is one too many whereas more than two hundred Palestinian deaths are in a different category. So I decided to watch al-Jazeera. Do you ever watch it? Shireen Abu Aqleh, who has been reporting from the Occupied Territories for the last eight or so years, is looking very, very tired. I forced myself to watch the scenes of destruction, the ambulances, the men and women slumped over the bodies of their family members. I forced myself to listen to the screams, the wailing. I forced myself to watch these images because I feel that as long as my country is supporting the country that has caused this, I am guilty. 129 I got to thinking about your campaign and my reasons for supporting you: You were by far the smartest and wisest candidate. Your plans were clear and intelligent. Your ego did not get in the way. There was another more personal reason. I also supported you because you are familiar. Like you, my mother is White and my father was brown and foreign. Like you, I had a funny name. Like you, I did not grow up with my father, but his absence shaped the person I became. Like you, I had connections abroad, an entire other world that seemed as though it should in some way belong to me. Or I to it. Like you, I was, at times, an Other. Like you, I became very good at gauging situations and people. This is why I trust you. Why I knew you were the only candidate who would truly treat other world leaders as equals, thereby earning their respect. Why I sang your praises over Senator Clinton to anyone who would listen. Why I wrote letters, wore T-shirts, bought my kids T-shirts, and bought a second bumper sticker for my car after the first one was stolen. (My younger son, who was eight at the time, wrote you a letter and you wrote him back. He has that letter pinned to his door, and he was your spokesperson in the third and fourth grade.) You see, President-Elect Obama, the familiarity that I see in you is one of fairness and justice: you can see both sides of a situation because you are both sides, and it’s why you ultimately choose what 130 is right and not what is popular. You also have a tremendous sense of history, so I know you are aware that what we see today is not everything. Which brings me back to Palestine. Gaza is filled with people whose family homes are being lived in by Jewish settlers from all over the world. Many of those people, if they are permitted entry back into the country that was once theirs, have to wait an hour or more for the privilege to walk by those homes on their way to working in a factory to make underwear or T-shirts for Western women. They smell the freshly mowed lawns, hear the splashing of children in bright blue pools on land that was once theirs. Most of them try to tune out the past, focus on the few constants they are allowed in this present life: family and faith. It is never just today. Just as you are not simply a Black man in his forties who got a new job, this is not simply an explosive situation between good guys and bad guys. Gaza is also filled with very creative people: all sorts of artists, musicians , actors, dancers, who hone their skills and dream. There are teachers and doctors and lawyers...