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Seeing Rivka Differently…by Robert M. Katzman

Filed under: Children,Jewish Themes,Life & Death,Love and Romance,Native Americans,Philosophy,Poetry & Prose — Bob at 8:46 am on Friday, December 16, 2011

Seeing Rivka Differently

by Robert M. Katzman ©December 16, 2011

(almost Chanukkah Eve)

 

 In 1 AD

Teutonic Tribes were gathering

In Germania

Warring against

The Roman Legions

And battling the wild Britons

Across the Channel

A Celtic people

Who painted themselves

Blue

When making war on invaders

So many invaders

In 1 AD

The Ojibwa

The Ohio

The Ottawa

were

Native tribes

Hunting, fishing, planting

in the

Northern Plains

 

In a vast land of

500 Different tribes

East, West and North

of

Great freshwater Lakes

The three Tribes

Dwelled in the

Endless green forests

For 20,000 years

In 1 AD

The peaceful

Basques

Were living in

The Pyrenees Mountains

by the

Bay of Bisque

Herding sheep

And speaking the

Mysterious

Yet oldest

Language in Europe

Even then

3,000 years old

In 1 AD

The Jews

Were a defeated People

Dispersed by the Romans

Adrift from their own land

Judea

East of the warm

Mediterranean Sea

And despised by so many

They would meet

Everywhere on their travels

Forever looking

For a home

Some went to west to Spain

Some went east

To Mesopotamia

Some went far north

To frozen

Slavic Kingdoms

And the Baltic lands

And time went by…

One hundred years

Five hundred years

A thousand years

 

And everything changed

The Teutonic Tribes became

Germans

In endless war with Europe

The Celtic Britons

Became

Scottish

Irish

English

In endless war with Europe

 

The Pyrenees Mountains

Became

France and Spain

Both squeezing the

Basques

From the North

From the South

But the Basques

Refused to disappear

As a People

The Jews

Who went north

From Judea

Were in hostile countries

Poland

Belarussia

Lithuania

And lived in small

Walled cities

Within much larger cities

The

Ottawa/Ojibwa/Ohio

Tribes

Remained

Where they were

As they were

In the forests

By the lakes

But when at peace

They married each other

Then the English ruled Europe

Conquering America

Except the Ojibwas said

“No, you didn’t!”

And tens of thousands

Of what were now called

Indians

Were slaughtered

And their forests cut down

And the Indians scattered

Trying to remain

Who they once were

Then the Basques fled their

Snowy Pyrenees

Fled the brutality of the

Spanish and French

And some went to Mexico

And later to America

Settling in snowy Nevada

Then the Germans had

A revolution

And thousands fled

Europe

Seeking

Peace

Freedom

Tranquility

 

The Germans went everywhere

And some found their liberty

In America

But the English never stopped

Making war

War with everyone

Because the English were Gods

And all others

Across the globe

Were destined to be

Their subjects

 

Except their children

And grandchildren

Didn’t know

England

And when they themselves

Became Americans

The English made war on themselves

The English Gods

Lost that war

To people they believed

Were less than themselves

The English were dethroned

And banished from America

The Jews?

Two thousand years

In Europe

Was not a long enough time

For them to become

Real Europeans

Real Europeans

Wanted them dead

Didn’t they kill Christ?

And tens of thousands were killed

But some survivors heard

About this different place

Where reason ruled

And the streets were gold

(Or so they were told)

And they boarded ships

Sailing to America

For a long time

Even today

New York City

Was their promised land

 

And two more centuries went by

Then, in the 1950’s:

A German-descended man

And an English-descended woman

Met and married

And they had a daughter

A Jewish man and a Jewish woman

Both descended from

Byelarussian

Lithuanian

Polish

Immigrants

Met and married

And they had a son

In the 1970’s:

Their son and daughter

Met and married

They had a daughter

A Mexican-Basque woman

And an Ojibwa/Ohio/Ottawa Indian man

Met and married

They had a son

In 2001

Their son and daughter

Met and married

They had a daughter

Natalia

December 3rd, 2008

Someday

In a school playground

A bunch of kids

Will be standing around

Telling each other

Who they are

When they ask

My

Basque

German

English

Ojibwa

Ohio

Ottawa

Indian

Belarussian

Polish

Lithuanian

Jewish

Grandchild

Who she is

 

She’ll smile her pretty smile

Flash her dimples

Open her dark brown eyes wide

Take a deep breath

And say:

I’m American!

 

 

Katzman’s Publishing Company site: www.FightingWordsPubco.com
Katzman’s online non-fiction stories: www.DifferentSlants.com

Poetry? For me, writing poetry is not an option.
It’s a response to emotion. Like cigarette smoke,
it’s fast-flowing, shapeless and with little time to capture it.
Writing poetry in an imperative. I say what I feel compelled to say.
I’m also available for hire to read my true Chicago stories to organizations
and answer all questions. I autograph my books when I sell them.

I am currently seeking an agent to do more readings.

robertmkatzman@gmail.com

 

1 Comment »

Comment by J Steve Adler

December 16, 2011 @ 4:44 pm

Another well done for you!! How many of us can reach back and carry off this thought process in such a positive way. One must understand, however, that differences among people, such as color, speech, and other aspects like “ideas” can create fear and lead to loathing and perhaps wars (on many levels). Being able to teach (with parables like yours) that differences are GOOD, can help to avoid conflict at many levels.
Keep it up!!

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