“Oppression greets us from all angles.
Oppression wails from the soldiers radio and floats through tear gas
clouds in the air. Oppression explodes with every sound bomb and sinks
deeper into the heart of the mother who has lost her son. But resistance
is nestled in the cracks in the wall, resistance flows from the minaret
5 times a day and resistance sits quietly in jail knowing its time will
come again. Resistance lives in the grieving mother’s wails and
resistance lives in the anger at the lies broadcasted across the globe.
Though it is sometimes hard to see and even harder sometimes to harbor,
resistance lives. Do not be fooled, resistance lives.”
Kayla in 2010 in The West Bank with ISM
"For as long as I live, I will not let this suffering be normal. I will
not let this be something we just accept. It’s important to stop and
realize what we have, why we have it and how privileged we are. And from
that place, start caring and get a lot done.”
Kayla in an interview in 2013 about her work with Syrian refugee children in Turkey
It's easy to believe. You read words about oppression and you make a judgement. Especially when your young. You want to support freedom and end injustice and you become an activist. Well most activists including yours truly aren't really all that active. They stand up with a few demonstrators or sometimes more than a few and make a noise. Kayla gave her life not at her first demonstration or her second. Not in her first advocacy posting or her second. But visiting a hospital in the middle of the Syrian blood bath, captured, held and ultimately slaughtered. She believed. She demonstrated. She went to be a part of the solution. She sat with mothers and walked children through the gauntlet. She made art with children living in hell. She became an activist and gave her life on her sacred journey for justice. G-d bless her and keep her.
