Adele Raemer
Life on the Border with the Gaza Strip

Sweet Sixteen

Shira Banki, a sixteen-year-old from Jerusalem, went to the Jerusalem LGBT parade to show her support for our freedom to love whomever we please, and to love ourselves, regardless of our sexual orientation. She never came home.

I wish I had wise words of my own that would help me wrap my head around what has happened here. I look at Shira’s photo and think of the sixteen-year-olds I teach, and all of the sixteen-year-olds I have taught in my 35 years in the classroom. Sixteen-year-olds are people who are just on the cusp of change. No longer children, yet not quite adults. Still filled with the innocence of the “not knowing”, but so certain that they already “know it all”. Busy with discovering who they are, what their place in society is, how their sexual identities influence their own behavior and those around them.

Shira
Photo complied by FE King

Sixteen-year-olds look like they’re having so much fun, don’t they? I wouldn’t be willing to travel back in time to that confusing stage of life, not for a million bucks. Never would I want to return to that age, when budding adolescents are completely chucked out of the comfort zones in which they had been cocooned till then. At sixteen, each teen is the center of the universe, peeking out at the world from the inside, trying to suss out how society — especially their peers — perceive them.

Sixteen is the time for rebelling, exploring, questioning the cosmos that you are on the brink of inheriting, trying to figure out how to make it better, to do a better job than the previous generation. Sixteen is the time for going to demonstrations and learning how to convince society to listen to what you have to say.

Like the song says, sixteen is a time of standing on stage, waiting “for fate to turn the light on”. ON. Not OFF. Sixteen is not the time to have your life snuffed out, simply for standing up and supporting others for their beliefs.

I wish I were wise enough to make sense of this on my own, but it is absolutely, completely beyond my ability to fathom. Which is why I find myself posting the words and thoughts of others on my Facebook page, unable to concentrate on what I should be doing. Not that any of them have actually helped me make any more sense of it than I seem to be able to do on my own. Because that’s the thing: there just IS no sense in this.

 

About the Author
Born in the USA, Adele has lived in a Kibbutz on the border with the Gaza Strip since 1975. She is a mother and a grandmother living and raising her family on the usually paradisaical, sometimes hellishly volatile border. She is affiliated with "The Movement for the Future of the Western Negev", and "Achdut Im Hadarom" for sanity's sake. She also moderates a FB group named "Life on the Border". https://goo.gl/xcwZT1 Adele is a teacher of English as a Foreign Language, as well as a teacher trainer and counselor for the Israeli MoE for EFL and Digital Pedagogy. She blogs here about both Life on the Border, as well as about digital pedagogy, in "Digitally yours, @dele". She has recently become a devoted YouTuber on the topic of digital stuff. (https://goo.gl/iBVMEG) Her personal channel covers other issues close to her heart (medical clowning, Life on the Border, etc.) (https://goo.gl/uLP6D3) In addition, she is a trained medical clown and, as any southern clown would do, clowns as often as she can in the pediatric ward in the hospital in Ashkelon. She was recently included among the Haaretz "Ten Jewish Faces who made Waves in 2018" https://goo.gl/UrjCNB.
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