For 7 hours it was not Jewish-Israelis against Palestinians, but rather the forces of occupation against those who are opposing it. This is something I knew before, thought I understood and truly believed in, but again had never felt or experienced.
Meanwhile, a cute family were posing for a photograph. They smiled as they basked in the joy of the Jewish conquest of Jerusalem 49 years ago. Their backdrop? A shuttered Palestinian coffee shop. It was an almost comically perfect portrait of the dual realities that coexist in space and time in this city.
How do we take our values and our intuition regarding the ways in which oppression is perpetuated around us, and begin to actually mend the fissures and tears breaking apart the very worlds in which we inhabit?
"Sickened by the rising tide of hatred in the U.S. and Israel - in desperate search of catharsis and impact - a young advocate excavates the hard truths of her identity hoping to inspire others to re-examine their place in the ongoing struggle for peace."