Today I’m joining an interfaith fast against violence and in support of peace in Israel & Gaza. It happens to be a traditional fast day for both the Jewish and Muslim faiths - part of the holy month of Ramadan for the latter and a somewhat obscure fast commemorating the destruction of the 2nd Temple for the former - and, honestly, I feel so powerless and confused in the face of the spiraling conflict that this act of kinesthetic empathy and spiritual support seems like the most productive way I can engage.
“One began this way: “I’m currently worth more dead (with my life insurance policy) than alive (with my student loan debt).” Another writer said she became disabled during her college years, and went on SSDI. Her loan, worth $57,000, is now in default, and she is curious whether her disability payments will be cut as a result. One said simply, “Why do I have to make a life-changing decision of what job I’ll have for the rest of my life when only a week prior I had to ask to use the bathroom?”
“It’s so full of shit there’s a colon smack dab in the middle of it.
“But the pleasant autumn weather disguises a government teetering on the brink. Because, at midnight Monday night, the government of this intensely proud and nationalistic people will shut down, a drastic sign of political dysfunction in this moribund republic.
Living in London for a year - and thus getting an honest sense of how US politics comes across to the rest of the world - was an incredibly humbling experience. Nice job, Slate.