David was a good Jewish man: faithful to his God; devoted to his family, and deeply connected to his land.
Khalid was a good Palestinian man: faithful to his God; devoted to his family, and deeply connected to his land.
Each year, in early spring, David and Khalid would meet for a chat at a small cafe. It always began with a respectful, silent handshake. Then, after a kindly nod towards the waiter, the pair would sit down.
More silence would follow, usually a couple of minutes at most, until their coffee and sweet biscuits arrived. Then, without any small talk, off they went – as they had done for 34 years:
Said the Jew: “I think it’s important we are allowed to state our case.”
Said the Palestinian: “I think it’s important we are allowed to state our case.”
Said the Jew: “This is rightfully our land.”
Said the Palestinian: “This is rightfully our land.”
Said the Jew: “We are victims of your aggression.”
Said the Palestinian: “We are victims of your aggression.”
Said the Jew: “We will fight ‘til the bitter end.”
Said the Palestinian: “We will fight ‘til the bitter end.”
Said the Jew: “You killed my family.”
Said the Palestinian: “You killed my family”
Said the Jew: “We are a brutalised and traumatised people.”
Said the Palestinian: “We are a brutalised and traumatised people.”
Said the Jew: “You hate us.”
Said the Palestinian: “You hate us.”
Said the Jew: “There can be no peace ‘til you change your ways.”
Said the Palestinian: “There can be no peace ‘til you change your ways.”
Said the Jew: “Look, this is our land.”
Said the Palestinian: “Look, this is our land.”
Said the Jew: “Mmm, a nice coffee. Give my regards to your family. See you next year.”
Said the Palestinian: “Mmm, a nice coffee. Give my regards to your family. See you next year.”
The conversation continues …
Fr Peter Day is the Parish Priest at Corpus Christi, Canberra.