This is a good book but it just isn't the book for me. The next month is going to be one of the busiest I've ever experienced (might even beat May 2016, let's see) but review to come, one day! For now:
Israeli-Palestinian Seminar Adventures:
- The post-seminar depression is very real.
- It's so beautifully normal. We're just friends, close friends who haven't seen each other for months. Israelis and Palestinians beat each other up in the streets last month and yet, we can still simply be friends, just like that. Out of the bomb shelters and into the dialogue room.
- Palestinians are remarkably creative when it comes to making fun of Abu Mazen. Israelis gotta learn, we don't get to this level of salty.
- It should come as a surprise to no one that many dialogue participants are former theater kids. Like oops, turns out being a verbal team player who likes pretending to be other people leads to openness and a willingness to debate emotional topics.
- Me, an Israeli, casually going, "So basically, I disagreed with everything you said," meanwhile Palestinians are here like, "First of all, I appreciated your opinion and your thoughts and before I comment I have to thank you so much for sharing..." and ack, Palestinian culture is so polite and civil, how does this even work, what is this
- And I'm incredibly frustrated. We are slamming our heads into walls, we are the centrists of our societies and even we disagree, we lack a shared language, everything is a chicken and egg situation, a reaction. I know change happens slowly but I am terrified there will never be change.
- Palestinians collectively agreed that the Hamas are now stronger than they were before. Unsurprisingly. I wish I knew what my government was thinking.
- I met people who I only knew through the Zoom calls during the war. And it was amazing to look at them, to hug the people who were there for me in one of the hardest moments of my life. I didn't need to say anything- they knew.
- We went on a tour of Jerusalem. I know this city well and yet, seeing it through the eyes of a Palestinian-Israeli group was different. I've never spoken Hebrew in Damascus Gate or the Muslim Quarter before. We felt protected. There's the knowledge that together, we can defend each other from any extremist, Palestinian or Israeli. We are safe.
- I sometimes feel like I carry the entire LGBT+ community on my back, I am obligated to represent, to show that the "gays" are okay, hoping that maybe, just maybe, I can help queer Palestinians in some way, I can destroy taboos and show that being queer isn't shameful.
- "People forget this but Jerusalem is a city. It's not just a symbol, it's a city, a struggling city."
- We kept telling each other we love each other. Constantly and casually, in between arguing and drinking on the roof. So many hugs, so much casual intimacy, I hadn't realized how hungry I was for this.
- I heard Christian antisemitism from a Palestinian for the first time and it simply left me speechless. I didn't call her out on it because I didn't expect it. Usually Palestinians who do dialogue are so good at not being antisemitic, what do you mean you think about Jesus' death when you see religious Jews.
- When I said that justice is a key factor in any peace, Palestinians listened to me more. When a Palestinian recognized Jewish self determination in the land, I took them more seriously. It's that easy.
- Me on the first day: idk man, yogurt, rice and tofu is a little bit of a weird combination
me now, after this being our lunch and dinner for several days: wow, i can see the light
- Palestinians and (Jewish) Israelis both like making jokes about how everyone hates them. Also, the more I learn about how Arab countries treat Palestinians, the more I sympathize with Palestinians like seriously, how could these countries treat them so badly
- He told me he admires my curiosity and my ability to earnestly listen to everyone and wow, I feel like I've lost myself in the last year, that my social skills took a hit, that I've become more critical and close-minded than I used to be but remembering that this is who I want to be felt like breathing again.
- We combine Hebrew and Arabic in the most natural of ways.
- I love how proud Jerusalemers are. Heck yes, our pride is so well-placed and deserved, Ramallah and Tel Aviv can kindly show themselves the door. And yes, making fun of non-Jerusalemers is an immediate way to connect with every Jerusalemer.
- I spoke about how I experienced the war for quite a while before she stopped me and said, "I need to ask, are you Jewish or Arab?" and it should not surprise me that everything I said could have easily been said by a Palestinian.
- We saw a sticker of the Religious Zionism party, covering the Arabic part of a street sign in the Muslim Quarter. And a friend and I went back and removed it. As we did so, a Jewish dude walked past us and said, "there's no point in doing that, Arabs don't know who they are". And it's true. Palestinians didn't know who Lehava are. They don't know who Religious Zionism are. But I do and Israeli extremism hurts me personally. I do not want to live in a racist society. I refuse to.
- We talked about how it feels when foreigners assume we've lost our basic humanity. When a South American friend told me "if only you were more rational", when Europeans assume that the problem is racism, when they suggest we fight only because we don't know each other, when Palestinians get told that they're inherently violent, always terrorists. Don't assume we're less intelligent, compassionate, kind or reasonable than you.
- Me: "I spent the war watching the news and going, "oy"."
Her: "that's very Jewish"
- A Palestinian and I were trying to hang posters on a bamboo fence despite much wind. And as we struggled to cut tape fast enough against the wind, he said, "this struggle is what the conflict feels like" and truly, sometimes, I do feel like we are tiny pieces of tape, trying to fix impossible circumstances, fighting against gravity. It took a few tries but you better believe we got those posters up together, making dumb jokes all the way.
- I didn't think the Crusades were a sensitive topic but as we stared at the hills of Jerusalem and our tour guide described how Muslims, Jews and Christians were slaughtered by the Crusaders, it suddenly felt personal and contemporary.
- That moment when a Palestinian said, "we blame Israel but our dysfunctional leadership is at least half of the problem, look at how successful Israel is compared to us, look at their democracy and healthcare and tech scene" and the energy in the room shifted as all the other Palestinians objected with so much passion.
- "Words can be weapons and our whatsapp group is not the place for dialogue". And apparently, compared to other Israeli-Palestinian dialogue groups, we did a good job during the war. We didn't fall apart, we cried together, as bombs rained on Khan Younis and Nir Oz, we reached out to each other, even if just to fight, just to point fingers, just to share photos of destruction.