A word on hatred

Ming picks up on a current news story:

Why would an educated person, a lawyer, and a mother of two choose to strap explosives to her body and go and blow up herself and a lot of random innocent people?

Hanadi Jaradat did just that in October, killing 21 Israelis in Haifa.

Artists Gunilla Skoeld Feiler from Sweden and Israeli born Dror Feiler created an artwork titled "Snow White and the Madness of Truth" for an exhibition in Stockholm, to make people ponder the incomprehensibility of this.

I am not surprised that the art world has picked up on this staggering topic. I have been morbidly fascinated by the actions of suicide bombers, particularly the women and frequently find myself vividly imagining what it must be like to do it. To walk into situations with people around you, probably talking to you, who you know you are going to blow up along with yourself moments later.

How do you feel as you do it, excited, scared, sad, brave, mad? What happens to the spirits of those you take with you? Are you all frozen into the moment of that shared drama, do you instantly combine into the stuff from which we all come and literally atomise together into the ground of all being?

I am not in the slightest bit interested in the politics or the religious reasons behind their actions. Like most politics or religion I find the justifications for their actions delusional, based on bizarre ideas of difference cultivated over centuries of delusional thinking.

What scares me is the reaction to the art work of the Israeli ambassador to Sweden which so clearly perpetuates the broken thinking that caused the situation to arise in the first place.