Letters for Oct. 28, 2015
Residents still oppose gravel pit
The article “Developer Withdraws Opposition to Gravel Pit” in Friday, October 23rd’s Record-Courier gives the impression that everything is fine and dandy now for the gravel pit and related batch plant operations to go forward unopposed. Nothing could be farther from the truth. Residents whose quality of life and property values, not to mention all Carson Valley commuters and travelers who will have yet another traffic signal to negotiate on 395 at Muller Parkway, a mere .6 of a mile from the signaled intersection of Highway 395 and 88, will be adversely affected by this attempt by the sewer district at the lake to avoid the responsible way of financing their need to build an effluent storage facility by doing what every other utility does — assess their ratepayers or float a bond issue.
The signs have not come down nor has the opposition ceased.
Margaret Vander Laan
Trying to find way to peace
Our granddaughter is temporarily living in Amman, Jordan working with a group of people who are helping Syrian refugees. A Palestinian friend sent an email to her last week about what’s happening in her own hometown of Jerusalem. Here are parts of her email that we were given permission to share — a perspective not often mentioned in the news:
“My day started early this morning. Just on my way out of the house, Mustafa, an 18-year-old Palestinian was killed in my neighborhood. I didn’t know what to do or how to act or even how to feel. I kept trying to find a route to get to my meeting. I panicked a bit, felt awkward and was just thinking about his mom and consoling her in my heart. I finished my meeting and was heading back to my city, when I learned that two more were killed and others were injured.
I’m scared to walk in the street, I’m scared to try to get my mobile out of my purse if, God forbid it rings while I’m walking. I’m scared to put my hands in my pockets. I’m scared that I might just trip on something in the street, I’m scared that I might look scared. I’m scared if I do anything, whatever it is, with the settlers around, Israeli soldiers might start yelling “she has a knife“ and then I just get shot.
That’s what happens in my city, in my Jerusalem. Kids bleed to death from being shot. Kids die, every day a different story, different methods and different faces but they end up dead. In Jerusalem, we can’t sneeze, cough, open our bags, laugh loud, get a flat tire or even dress up, as we shouldn’t under any circumstances, do any unexpected move. Any action is considered a terrorist attack or fabricated as one to justify our death from 5-15 bullets in the chest.
Fear is a horrible feeling. It’s also terrible to feel that you are worthless, that your blood is cheap, that it’s not safe to walk in the streets of your city, the small lanes of your neighborhood, those streets and lanes that have all your memories, that know you very well, the city that you’ve been born and raised in. It’s terrible to feel a stranger in your own city.
So my friends, if I ever do get shot, please be sure and know that I didn’t do a thing. I will keep on surviving the best I can and be safe as much as I can, but I’m just scared and I want all the world to know what we are going through inside Jerusalem.”
Many Palestinians and Israelis are trying to find peace, trying to live without constant fear and hate. The young Palestinian woman whose words you just read, is one of them. I pray she lives to see that day.
Gary and Judy Williams