And then the atrocity happened at the Twin Towers. And no-one was any longer singing “Give peace a chance.” Suddenly the keyword was Sir Mick Jagger’s exclamation that you don’t fuck with New York. Suddenly Sir Mick became the Kipling of another age, the recruiting sergeant with fife and drum, urging young men to their deaths. Suddenly we no longer wanted to give peace a chance.
I’m afraid I have a distrust these days of the motives which entice ‘celebrities’ to perform at such concerts, and I therefore tend to avoid watching them. But if what I have heard is correct, there was one act that night in New York of outstanding courage: and that was Richard Gere’s appeal to eschew violence … to, yes, give peace a chance.
I understand New York being at that time incensed and in shock; I understand the whole country being so. And I understand those in the audience giving Mr Gere a hard time – one he simply had to know he would get, and which therefore, in my eyes, only enhances the heroism of his action.
But, if peace is to be given a chance, it is not ‘they’ who must allow it one, but ‘us’ – each and every one of us. And that means giving it a chance too when it is we who are hurt.
The Christ didn’t suggest turning the other cheek because it was easy. The way of peace is always and infinitely harder than the way of violence or vengeance. It requires way more courage for couples to resolve their difficulties in the therapist’s office than in the divorce courts.