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        By Kara L.C. Jones 
       
      
         "The shopping mall presents a uniform environment from city 
          to city, country to country, day to day, season to season - a casino 
          world, a sanctum sanctorum without clocks or windows; it is a world 
          without borders." -from Observations on the Border by Chaim Bezalel 
       
      Is this the din of Babylon? 
        The sins of the father manifest in the children. 
        Sitting at the table next to me, 
        a young mother talks to another 
        young mother, both of them 
        no more than teen children themselves. 
        The one earnestly tells the other,  
        "If you will only believe in Jesus Christ, 
        miracles will happen!" 
        Meanwhile a young son swishes 
        a plastic sword from the sheath 
        at his side, determined to 
        defend his mother's honor and 
        her right to a disbelief in Jesus Christ. 
        Can life in a mall in the Middle East 
        be much different? 
      On NPR a young Israeli woman, 
        no more than a teen child herself, 
        is interviewed. She defends 
        her right to disbelief, her brother's right 
        to bulldoze ghetto settlements, and 
        announces that the Palestinians 
        cannot be allowed 
        to get away with the terrorist acts they commit. 
        The Palestinian suicide bombers must be stopped. 
        She says, "I have a right to go to the mall without being scared." 
        Can life in a mall in the Pacific NW be much different? 
      I sit in the food court, the legislative branch 
        of the mall, and I notice that the reservists are on patrol, 
        in full uniform, armed to the teeth with 
        radio, badge, hat, and cell phone. 
        The pace back and forth under the skydome 
        which provides the only windows in this prison, 
        the only clock to indicate it is still daylight, and in fact, 
        the sun is shining. They patrol this dome 
        of the rock, ever watchful for stray rays 
        of holy wrath that might lead to 
        war, discontent, battle 
        in this den of thieves. It is from their constant pacing, 
        their bulldozing of teen spirit 
        that we all might sit in purchased peace 
        at the portico of this consumer courtyard 
        in this temple marketplace. 
      Can life in a mall 
        anywhere at anytime 
        be any different? 
       
        
      Kara lives on Vashon Island which is a much 
        more awesome place than she ever imagined it would be. She is a poet, 
        bookmaker, wife, teacher, bereaved mom, facilitator, receptionist, founder, 
        struggling p.t.barnum, turtle faithful, editor, artist, and a million 
        other things that will prevent you from putting her in any one particular 
        label box! Kara teaches through local art centers, artists in the schools 
        programs, KotaPress and independently. To find out more about her, see: 
      http://www.KotaPress.com/kara/karajones.htm 
       And her class Expanding Poetry is now available 
        in an online format from CourseBridge.com where you can register today 
        at: 
      http://www.coursebridge.com/html/courses/writing/cbep01.asp 
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