Following a series of reflections chronicling my time in Israel, I took a break from writing to deal with culture shock, moving, job hunting, etc. Having at least somewhat settled now, and realizing that I still have a lot of thoughts, I’ve put up this platform as a place to catch some of them.
Title taken from Herman Melville’s poem “The Martyr,” specifically:
“There is sobbing of the strong,
And a pall upon the land;
But the People in their weeping
Bare the iron hand:
Beware the People weeping
When they bare the iron hand.”
One can only hope to be a voice of the People– I will settle for just borrowing one such voice for a title.
Bare the Iron Hand 