Dear everyone –
Left, Right, Center, and those who don’t fit anywhere anymore –
The Israel-Gaza war is ending.
Let’s start there. Let’s start with the quiet, fragile beauty of that sentence.
For months, years, or what felt like centuries, the air has been thick with blame, grief, and headlines that pit us against each other – not just across borders, but across dinner tables. Today, at least for a moment, the noise gives way to breath.
I don’t care who “won.”
I don’t care which party, army, or administration signs what document.
The miracle isn’t who ended the war – the miracle is that it’s ending.
If you’re celebrating tonight, don’t let that joy be partisan.
Let it be human.
We can disagree – about history, about policy, about who was right and who was righteous.
We’ll still have hard conversations ahead. But for once, maybe we can have them without bombs falling in the background.
The truth is, most of us – no matter our flag, our feed, or our faith – want the same impossible dream: to wake up in a world where fewer children die for the sins of adults.
So tonight, let’s celebrate not as victors or vindicated voices, but as people who still believe peace is possible, however fragile.
Let’s honor those who made it happen, even if they’re on “the other side.” Because maybe there isn’t one anymore.
With radical love,
– The Left
(and anyone else who dares to hope)