It was a jubilant occasion in the White House. A celebration of a three-year plan hatched by a glib novice whose rise to power came through brazen nepotism. The guests in the room included administration heavyweights like the Secretary of State and an assortment of donors from the mogul of gambling to cheering supporters of Trump and Netanyahu.
The ceremony was cannily similar to a shotgun wedding designed to force a marriage agreement between Israelis and Palestinians. The illogical/logic of this strange moment was that the two peoples were already in cohabitation and it was time to make it legal. Shotgun marriages, as we know are oblivious to the suffering they inflict. Similarly in most discussions of political conflicts, suffering has mostly been ignored. Not surprisingly, on that fateful day in the White House political power was in full force since those holding the shotgun were no other than the president of the United States and his son-in-law who claimed to have written the marriage agreement of the century.