Sometimes I like to live in this naive little bubble where I believe war is an antiquated act which doesn’t belong in these modern times. I associate war as what we learnt in history class, or some far off foreign thing that my great grandparents and grandparents had to deal with. My great Aunty Didge was in Japan during the second world war but the thought of that war seemed to die with her. War isn’t a part of my life because it has not in any way affected me personally.
And I shouldn’t be apologetic about that. People will tell me that I should be lucky to grow up in a time where war doesn’t affect me. That I should be thankful that I haven’t witnessed war first hand. That I should be grateful.
My answer to that is – fuck off.
Why should I be grateful or thankful? Why should war be something that I fear will ‘one day happen’ to me? Why does war even have to exist in this day and age?
War should be this thing that happened long ago when we were all naive and stupid and egos swelled to such a degree we all had to get out guns, declaring ‘mine is bigger’ in order to feed our own self-satisfaction. War is not of today.
I shouldn’t feel guilty about not living in time of war because war in itself should not exist. It shouldn’t be something I would ever need to contemplate, sitting here in my little house in Adelaide.
I nanny part time and have a niece and nephew. I shouldn’t have to explain to them why a plane was shot down in Ukraine or why missiles are being traded in some sickening game of tennis in Israel. The worst thing is, I can’t explain it, because I don’t understand it.
I’ve tried and tried and read and read about all the goings on in Israel/Gaza and can still not comprehend why they’re bombing the shit out of each other. People have tried to simplify it by saying it’s a ‘religious’ war, but that answer confuses me even more, and makes me angrier. Why would any one of faith, of religion, who believe in the love of God (or Allah, or whoever their higher power is) have any desire to kill another? Why is love not their driving force?
Perhaps it’s my naivety or low intelligence (I’ve no qualms in admitting that my IQ is astonishingly low) but I simply cannot comprehend the conflict in Israel. I understand, to a certain degree, that two apposing parties are fighting over a territory. But haven’t they been fighting over this territory for years and years now? If the kids I look after were fighting over, I don’t know, who got to use the computer, do you know what I’d do? I’d take the bloody thing away from them. If you can’t play nicely, than neither of you will play.
My simplistic view of how to end a war comes from a place of utter peace. It comes from a life where war has no place and don’t you dare try to tell me how fortunate I am because living without war should never be ‘fortunate’ it should be ‘normal.’ It should be a right to every human being.
So while I can acknowledge the heartache and hardships suffered by millions of people around the world right now who are living in war, there’s a part of me which is defiantly wondering ‘why should I have to?’
Why should anyone have to acknowledge the atrocities of war? Why should anyone have to experience it, live with it, suffer in it?
Why is peace a hope and not a reality?
Why am I considered lucky?