Annie reported the happy news that Samer Al-Issawi succeeded in his fight against his unjust incarceration. His eight-month fast ended after he secured an agreement that he would be released later this year. The deal reportedly includes a presidential pardon (issued by Shimon Peres? By his office? What were those conversations like?) that offers Al-Issawi further protection from the Shin Bet.
The Ma’an News story that conveyed the news carried a striking photograph; I was moved by its potency. In it, the emaciated and wheelchair-bound prisoner is guarded by a thick, forbidding prison guard.
The image communicates easy allegory: Refugees versus an over-gorged nuclear-armed state. Justice versus injustice. Good versus bad.
But it also carries a better, subtler message: The collective fight against oppression is really about the essential, personal fight for human dignity – for ourselves and our loved ones. It’s a fight that compels through its own self-contained logic. The Israeli guard fades away – he’s low-density despite his heft. The wheelchair is immaterial and the bland details evaporate. Al-Issawi’s fierceness, the rawness of his spirit remain. He doesn’t fill the vacuum so much as he overwhelms the space.
The scene isn’t oppositional. It’s not about good and bad, right and wrong, justice and injustice; there’s no possible equivalency here. What’s on view is the blistered, trial-worn and tempered spirit of a man leavened by the force of his convictions. It’s a universal image. Something powerfully human.