My plans for the summer did not include reading or in any way weighing in on the discussion of Palestinians. Honestly, while I probably should have been more educated on the issue, I can say that aside from driving through Judea and Samaria during each of my last three trips to Israel and avoiding roads that have the big red and white ‘enter at your own risk’ warning signs, the Palestinians have not been on my mind. I’ve been minding my own business. Until a few weeks ago.
While the circumstances and players are not important to this article, a sequence of conversations and confrontations brought me face to face with a simple and very uncomfortable fact: what if I’m related to the Palestinians?
Now, some of you are chuckling because you know well my Swedish blue eyes and very European ancestry, even if I tan easily to a deep bronze. But seriously? What if I am related?
The simple truth is that I believe I am. Continue reading “Is hate the answer? Yishai Fleisher and the Palestinian Question”
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