Friday, 25. August 2006
Group breaks down barriers
Women from different cultures
change fear and hatred into love
By Rabbi Amy Eilberg
DENVER, Aug. 16 (JTA) -- Outside, war raged. Each day's newspaper brought images of destruction and
hate; hopelessness reigned. Yet on a small college campus in Colorado, a group of young women created a very
different reality.
This summer, 75 young women from Israel, the West Bank and the United States attended a two-week
intensive program in dialogue- and relationship-building sponsored by Building Bridges for Peace.
This summer, the program's 13th year, staff feared that conditions on the ground might deter participants
from coming -- or that the level of trauma and pain might be too great to allow the program to do its usual magic of
transforming stereotypes into deep understanding, changing suspicion, fear and hatred into love. Not a single
participant stayed away. The young women came, full of emotion, youthful vitality and girlish energy, and with their
capacity for hope and transformation, incredibly, intact.
The young women, ages 16 to 20, and their counselors, ages 20 to 25, plunged quickly and deeply into the
essential issues that divide them, exploring the dynamics of the conflict that have kept the people of the Middle East
at war since long before they were born.
One day, paper bags were hung from the walls of the meeting room, marked with evocative words like
``soldier," ``martyr," ``Hezbollah," and ``occupation." The participants wrote their thoughts and feelings about
these trigger words and placed them anonymously into the paper bags.
By the next day, the staff had written all the responses on large sheets of paper. The participants walked
around the room in complete silence, horrified by the stereotypes, hatred and pain that so many of us carry, and
struck by the starkly contrasting meanings these realities have for the different communities.
The next day, mixed groups -- Israeli, Palestinian and American -- created and presented timelines of their
peoples' histories. We were all confronted with a visual image of the different realities inhabited by the Israelis and
Palestinians. The two groups were worlds apart even in their description of the most basic ``facts" of the conflict
that define all of their lives.
Participants began to struggle with the program and their counselors; hopelessness began to take hold.
Every few days news filtered in that loved ones had been killed back home. They held one another and took turns
wiping each other's tears.
Not all their time was spent in difficult conversation. The young women played and made art together and
did volunteer work in the community.
And at each meal time, they erupted into song. They sang serious, meaningful songs expressing yearnings
for a better world -- ``If I Had a Hammer," ``Lean on Me" and ``Imagine" -- and they sang silly, joyful songs with
delightful choreographies that filled the dining hall with youthful exuberance. They sang songs of peace in English,
in Hebrew, and in Arabic.
At such moments, it seemed that nothing divided them. Enemies were becoming friends. At late-night staff
meetings, counselors released the emotion accumulated during the day, when they labored to respond to
participants' unanswerable questions and worked to maintain the safe, sacred and hope-filled container of the
One particularly painful night, two young women who looked remarkably alike -- one a beautiful, eloquent
Palestinian college student and one a beautiful, eloquent Israeli who had just completed her army service -- fell into
a deep sense of hopelessness. What if their anguished doubts were right? Was change really possible in their
troubled, beloved land? How could they imagine going home, now a place full of violence, hatred and fear?
The two young women began to sob, each in her own place in the circle, until they stepped into the center
of the circle and embraced each other. They held one another for a long time, two dark-haired, dark-skinned young
women, comforting one another, easing the pain and fear by carrying it together.
When we thought the campers were ready, we challenged them to the ultimate empathy exercise. Having
placed the participants in mixed duos -- an Israeli with a Palestinian from the West Bank, an American with an
Israeli Arab, etc. -- we asked them a series of questions, like, ``How do you feel about being an
American/Israeli/Palestinian?" ``How do you feel about the checkpoints?" ``What comes to your mind when you
hear that a bus was blown up?" ``What do you think of Hezbollah?" But this time, instead of speaking their own
opinion, the participants were asked to answer as they thought their partner would. And then they listened as their
partner, taking in the experience of being deeply heard, elaborated on her own answer, helping the speaker to
understand ``the other side" even more accurately and fully.
Afterward, we asked the young women what they had gained from this exercise. Their answers were
profoundly moving. ``It's good for me to know what the other side is feeling." ``I realized that the other side also
has pain." ``Wow! I didn't know that they look or feel the way I do about the situation." ``I felt so supported and
understood." ``I grew more hopeful because I felt I'd been heard. I felt she understood me and felt my pain.''
As the end of camp drew near, a palpable sadness descended. Loving friends clung to each other with a
sense of urgency to spend every last moment together. In a closing circle, many of the young women talked about
the pain of going home to a place full of violence and hatred, where no one would understand their experience of
having an enemy become a beloved friend. Others offered blessings, challenging one another to believe in the world
they had created together, and to claim their role as leaders in changing their reality and in creating a more peaceful,
loving future.
At the closing lunch, shared with an appreciative community of supporters in Denver, an Israeli girl and a
Palestinian girl spoke to the crowd about their experience, and they embraced. And one last time, the young women
sang in Hebrew and Arabic:
Od yavo shalom aleinu . . . Salaam.
Leyahela alayna isalaam . . . Shalom.
May peace come to us and to all the world -- Salaam, Shalom.
Rabbi Amy Eilberg is the co-founder of the Yedidya Center for Jewish Spiritual Direction.


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