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It's over. Assyrians gathered in a fancy hotel last night in San Francisco and ate hearty. No doubt they heard rousing speeches about the intolerable conditions Christians in Iraq were suffering and generously opened their pockets. Perhaps there was mention made of the pounding Tikrit received that same day...or maybe they don't mention tragic cases of dead Christians any more because it's Christians and American ones at that, who're doing the killing. Maybe one or two Assyrians there that night have sons in the military...maybe one of them killed an Assyrian...by mistake. Maybe the chef who served up the food, flown in from New York, has a son who flies a plane that droppped a bomb that killed Majdolin's daughter that ripped her son from her womb that blinded her that broke her husband...maybe not.

What's wrong with helping? Aren't I ashamed of myself? Last year a sculpture of mine fetched $10,000 to be used to help Christians in Iraq. They're being killed anyway...and blinded...why wouldn't I want to help buy them crutches and seeing-eye dogs? Especially since I can walk away and feelgoodaboutmyself...plaster over the festering spot where my soul used to be.

I don't know. I guess I'm just a hypocrite and lack the human touch...the ability to empathize and weep buckets for my fellow-beings...even those who are Christian. I'll bet Jackie wept...and Narsai's voice trembled...after all, he was mortified when he saw Christians huddled in the snow. I wonder how he'd feel staring into Majdolin's face now? But he won't. Instead he'll look into the smiling faces of the children who survived...so grateful to him for "helping them". But the silence is deafening...like starled visitors to the wards discovered where those long forgotten Iraqi children, not a one of them Assyrian, died in agony...without a sound.

When I worked with delinquents and would visit the dismal prison they were kept in...I saw several of them crying quietly to themselves. Why I wondered didn't they scream out...yell their pain and anger. One of them told me..."we don't do that because it'd be worse if we did...and no one came."

Narsai's annual fund-raiser...something he wouldn't do to promote our Heritage here because it would make "other people famous", even though it's from HERE the bombs go out and the ignorance settles in, is a night of our own infamy. It's nothing to be proud of...nothing to feel satisfied over. If tomorrow they began lining up Iraqis against a wall to shoot them, Narsai would help supply the bullets...then he'd have a fund-raiser to provide for the orphans. It's not an easy position to be in, granted...but that's the truth of it.

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