I’ve been trying to put into words how I felt visiting Gaza. For the most part, I feel that I’ve failed. Hebron, clashes, everyday life, those I can express with the written word. Gaza defies that. The contrasts are too stark. The brutal poverty is too painful. The arrogance of…
For the last three months, I’ve been hearing stories about Wadi al-Nar (pronounced WAdinnAR). It’s an ominous name. Wadi simply means “valley.” Nar, according to my handi-dandi Hans Wehr, means “fire” or “conflagration.” With the definite article (al), nar means “Hell.” The first person I heard talking about Wadi Nar…
One of the things you notice living here is the vast difference in reporting. For the most part, the States has pretty homogeneous reporting when it comes to foreign events. Even for domestic issues, coverage is generally on the fair and even side. It reminds me of Akira Kurosawa’s Rashomon,…
Nigel and Hanan and I went back to Ma’alufiyya/Arak/Khammara yesterday. A cursory glance at the site, just driving past, you would never have realized that there were clashes there. A few days previous–last Saturday night actually–I took a cab back from Jerusalem that passed by Ma’alufiyya (it is the main…
Nigel accused me of being a bleeding heart, knee-jerk liberal. Perhaps I am, perhaps not. It still doesn’t change the fact that my back hurts. “Why did I try to carry that kid?” [Photo right, resting my back] That is the question which I keep asking (and to which Nigel…
Several times in the past week, I had resolved to go to Jabal Abu Ghenim, simply to see with my own eyes what will soon become Har Homa. Most of those abortive trips were planned to coincide with Peace Now protests advertised in the paper, but for various reasons, something…
