Where Have All the Olives Gone

On April 3, 2026, a coalition of Chicago-based organizations, headed by Mennonite Action Chicago, organized a vigil to honor those who have died in ICE custody in the USA and by the extreme violence of Israel and the US against the people of Palestine, Lebanon, and Iran. We particularly called attention to the nefarious involvement of the Palantir corporation and its AI surveillance and targeting. We are outraged at the use of our tax dollars for this destructive technology.

For the action I rewrote the lyrics of “Where Have All the Flowers Gone,” a protest song from my youth. I’m making it available here to the movement against war and authoritarianism; feel free to adapt it for your own actions.

Original lyrics and music by Pete Seeger and Joe Hickerson
Adapted by Ruth Goring


Where have all the olives gone, long time passing
Where have all the olives gone, long time ago
Where have all the olives gone? Bulldozed under, every one
Oh when will we ever learn, when will we ever learn

Where have all the young men gone, long time passing
Where have all the young men gone, long time ago
Where have all the young men gone? Hunted down by Israel’s guns
Oh when will we ever learn, when will we ever learn

Where have all the doctors gone, long time passing
Where have the reporters gone, long time ago
Where have all the teachers gone? Palantir tracked them, every one
Oh when will we ever learn, when will we ever learn

Where have all the children gone, long time passing
Where have all the children gone, long time ago
Where have all the children gone? Fallen under Israel’s bombs
Oh when will we ever learn, when will we ever learn

Where are the people of Tehran, long time passing
Where are those of Lebanon, long time ago
And where the schoolgirls of Iran? Fallen under our own bombs
Oh when will we ever learn, when will we ever learn

Where have all our neighbors gone, long time passing
Where have all our neighbors gone, long time ago
Where have all our neighbors gone? ICE abducted every one
Oh when will we ever learn, when will we ever learn

Where have all our taxes gone, long time passing
Where have all our taxes gone, long time ago
Where have all our taxes gone? Gone to killing everyone
Oh when will we ever learn, when will we ever learn

We ended the vigil with an exuberant demonstration of dabke, Palestine’s iconic style of dancing. Participants were invited in to learn some steps and quickly formed a great circle in what I’m calling defiant delight.

To survive as we face great evils, we need to share experiences of great joy!

Of heartache & antiviral walks

During this period of working fully from home, I call my neighborhood walks & hikes “antiviral walks”–they keep me healthy & combat the anxiety & sadness that surge often as I live in physical isolation & read/hear news about the covid19 pandemic’s ravages around the world.

In late afternoon today I bundled up & went on an antiviral walk. Here are some observations of the day & my emotional innards.

When I feel an ache in my chest, it’s a sign that for both physical & emotional reasons, I am overdue for exercise. Movement is my best cure for sadness.

I am staying with friends in a western suburb while work is being done on my new-to-me condo in the city. Here I have access to the Great Western Trail, which used to be a railway line. It is not a beautiful trail, but it is a great place to walk, jog & bike. Some people ride horses along it–there was fresh evidence of one. And a bunny crossed my path.

Masks are comfortable in fall & winter weather–when I don’t need mine over nose & mouth, it serves as a neck warmer. I’m happy about the news that covid vaccines are on their way, & I intend to get one as soon as possible–but I’m going to keep wearing masks in public. They should help protect me from cold & flu & other viruses! And it’s fun to coordinate them with my other clothing.

I decided to walk about a mile to a Goodwill store to look for a winter cap & some gloves. Almost all my clothes are in storage right now.

I didn’t find gloves at Goodwill, but I found a cap big enough for my Goring watermelon head. And a purple scarf I can wear on Sundays during Zoom Advent services. I like wearing the colors of the liturgical season.

Sidewalks are good–I wish all streets had them. The road I walked on after turning off the trail doesn’t. On my way home I stepped into a hollow, invisible as the day darkened, & fell down. As I fell I called out a cheerful “Woooo!” as if letting a companion know that I wasn’t in danger, just playing. I wasn’t hurt. The grass was soft.

I kinda like falling occasionally because it reminds me that my body is still resilient.

Twilight is beautiful everywhere & in every season.

The friends who host me have gone all out on Christmas decorations–rather early, like many of my friends & relatives. This year we need abundant reminders of joy.

Postscript: This afternoon (day after the walk) I wanted to check my driver’s license in order to fill out a form. I became increasingly anxious as I searched everywhere, including the pockets of the coat I had worn on yesterday’s walk. Finally I realized that my wallet might have fallen out of one of said pockets when I fell on the way home.

GOOD thing about no sidewalks on that busy four-lane road: others were not likely to have walked there & picked up the wallet. Also I had received no bank alerts about suspicious credit-card use. I reminded myself of these & other consoling facts as I retraced yesterday’s route–on foot again, as there are few places to pull a car off the road & parking on it isn’t allowed.

The wallet was there, right beside a rather deep hollow in the grass (no wonder I had tripped!). I tucked it into a pocket–which I zipped shut this time–& made my way home rejoicing, meditating on the parable where God is pictured as a woman who loses a valuable coin (that’s any of us) & sweeps & searches her home until she finds it.

I am so grateful to be one of God’s treasures.