“Injustice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere.” – Martin Luther King
Dear Papillon,
many years ago, driven by curiosity and a certain recklessness, I went to Israel. I saw many things.
It was November, and it was warm — a beautiful kind of warmth, the kind you only get in true in-between seasons. I remember the olive trees and the desert. I remember the strange feeling of floating so easily in the waters of the Dead Sea, and the gazelle that seemed to be waiting for us at dawn among the ruins of the Masada fortress.