I Saw it in Palestine

Visiting Tristan Anderson in the Hospital

It's continually amazing to me how tragedy takes one's voice away. There is no way that words can fill up the space that is left when senseless violence tears our lives apart. But words are what violence leaves us and I want to believe that they are still the best way we have to reach out to one another and transform pain into a reason to struggle for a better world.

I spent yesterday in the Tel Aviv hospital visiting with the family and partner of Tristan Anderson, a young man whom the Israeli Army shot in the head with a tear gas canister at a demonstration last Friday. Tristan is in stable, but critical condition and is very forunate to have the support of two wonderful parents and a partner who loves him deeply and we all share their hopes for Tristan's full recovery.

And, honestly, at the moment, that's all I can say about this right now. I just want to lend my voice to the many that are saying "We know what happend. We know it was wrong. We know it happens to Palestinians every day. Know we will do everything we can to keep this from happening to someone else."

That's all for now.