Love As Protest
This dinner is holding space for teachers who are working amidst wars, climate crisis and unending violence both in their classrooms and in the world. We will be focusing on the roles that teachers hold in war, revolution and unrest. Teachers have been front line workers through the hardest moments of history and continue to be such. We will be discussing how teachers feel about taking part in physical protest, how they discuss hard topics in their classrooms and how they feel coming to work with children everyday amidst conflict.
Teaching In Wartime
Relating the role of teachers to the symbolism of the Palestinian olive tree, and the resilience. Olive trees are planted at palestinian homes to show their roots and their commitment to that land. Having an olive tree on your farmland shows that it is active, established and loved and warns off seizure by invading nations. Olive trees have been used as symbols of peace and resistance throughout history and have been burned publicly by Israeli soldiers in this current seizing of Gaza, these olive trees have been many families' major source of income and represent generations of care and resilience.
The Second Olive Tree
The olive tree does not weep and does not laugh. The olive tree
Is the hillside’s modest lady. Shadow
Covers her single leg, and she will not take her leaves off in front of the storm.
Standing, she is seated, and seated, standing.
She lives as a friendly sister of eternity, neighbor of time
That helps her stock her luminous oil and
Forget the invaders’ names, except the Romans, who
Coexisted with her, and borrowed some of her branches
To weave wreaths. They did not treat her as a prisoner of war
But as a venerable grandmother, before whose calm dignity
Swords shatter. In her reticent silver-green
Color hesitates to say what it thinks, and to look at what is behind
The portrait, for the olive tree is neither green nor silver.
The olive tree is the color of peace, if peace needed
A color. No one says to the olive tree: How beautiful you are!
But: How noble and how splendid! And she,
She who teaches soldiers to lay down their rifles
And re-educates them in tenderness and humility: Go home
And light your lamps with my oil! But
These soldiers, these modern soldiers
Besiege her with bulldozers and uproot her from her lineage
Of earth. They vanquished our grandmother who foundered,
Her branches on the ground, her roots in the sky.
She did not weep or cry out. But one of her grandsons
Who witnessed the execution threw a stone
At a soldier, and he was martyred with her.
After the victorious soldiers
Had gone on their way, we buried him there, in that deep
Pit – the grandmother’s cradle. And that is why we were
Sure that he would become, in a little while, an olive
Tree – a thorny olive tree – and green!