The Anatomy of Peace 4E Excerpt
The Anatomy of Peace 4E Excerpt
The Anatomy of Peace 4E Excerpt
OF PEACE
RESOLVING THE HEART OF CONFLICT
Revised and Expanded Fourth Edition
Note to Readers . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ix
Preface . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . xi
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Index . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 258
About the Arbinger Institute . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 262
PREFACE
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real, all of the characters in the book and Camp Moriah itself—
the setting where the book unfolds—are completely fictional. The
characters of Yusuf al-Falah, an Arab, and Avi Rozen, a Jew, each
lost his father at the hands of the other’s ethnic cousins.
The Anatomy of Peace is the story of how they came together,
how they help others come together, and how we too can find our
way out of the struggles that weigh us down.
Those who have read our earlier book, Leadership and Self-
Deception, will recognize one of the key characters from that book,
Lou Herbert, as The Anatomy of Peace takes the reader back in time
to when Lou and his wife, Carol, first learned the ideas that trans-
formed both Lou’s company and their family.
In many respects, the characters portrayed in this book are each
of us. They share our strengths and our weaknesses, our aspira-
tions and our despair. They are seeking solutions to problems that
weigh us down. They are us, and we are them. So their lessons offer
us hope.
Hope? Yes. Because our problems, as theirs, are not what they
seem. This is at once our challenge and our opportunity.
PART I
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4 The Heart of Peace
“Thank you, Mr. al-Falah. It means a lot to hear you say that,”
Carol said.
“Well, it’s how we feel,” he responded. “And please, call me
Yusuf. You too, Cory.” He turned in Cory’s direction. “In fact, espe-
cially you. Please call me Yusuf. Or ‘Yusi,’ if you want. That’s what
most of the young people call me.”
In place of the self-righteous sarcasm he had exhibited so far,
Cory simply nodded.
A few minutes later, Carol and Lou watched as Cory loaded
into a van with the others who would be spending the next sixty
days in the wilderness. All, that is, except for the girl Jenny, who,
when she realized her father wouldn’t be rescuing her, ran across
the street and sat belligerently on a short concrete wall. Lou noticed
she wasn’t wearing anything on her feet. He looked skyward at the
rising Arizona sun. She’ll have some sense burned into her before
long, he thought.
Jenny’s parents seemed lost as to what to do. Lou saw Yusuf go
over to them, and a couple of minutes later the parents went into
the building, glancing back one last time at their daughter. Jenny
howled as they stepped through the doors and out of her sight.
Lou and Carol milled about the parking lot with a few of the
other parents, engaging in small talk. They visited with a woman
named Gwyn Murray and her husband, Pettis, from Dallas, Texas;
Miguel and Ria Lopez from Corvallis, Oregon; and a woman named
Elizabeth Wingfield from London, England. Mrs. Wingfield was
currently living in Berkeley, California, where her husband was a
visiting professor in Middle Eastern studies. Like Lou, her attrac-
tion to Camp Moriah was mostly due to her curiosity about the
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Yusuf crossed the street and sat down on the sidewalk. Lou
strained to hear what they were saying but couldn’t for the distance
and traffic.
“Okay, everyone, it’s about time to get started.”
Lou turned toward the voice. A short youngish-looking man
stood at the doorway to the building, beaming with what Lou
thought was an overdone smile. He had a thick head of hair that
made him look younger than he was. “Come on in, if you would,”
he said. “We should probably be getting started.”
“What about our kids?” Lou pointed at the idling vehicle.
“They’ll be leaving shortly, I’m sure,” the man responded.
“You’ve had a chance to say good-bye, haven’t you?”
They all nodded.
“Good. Then this way, please.”
Lou took a last look at the vehicle. Cory was staring straight
ahead, apparently paying no attention to them. Carol was crying
and waving at him anyway as the parents shuffled through the
door.
“Avi Rozen,” said the bushy-haired man as he extended his hand
to Lou.
“Lou and Carol Herbert,” Lou replied in the perfunctory tone
he used with those who worked for him.
“Pleasure to meet you, Lou. Welcome, Carol,” Avi said with an
encouraging nod. They filed through the door with the others and
went up the stairs. This was to be their home for the next two days.
Two days during which we’d better learn what they’re going to do to
fix our son, Lou thought.
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