Every time I come back to Israel and Palestine, my ideas and perspectives transform a little—this place is so dynamic, it can’t be helped.
And now, looking back at some of the Arabs I worked with in America, I think some of them were a bit too extreme in their views. As passionate as I am about the Palestinian cause, it doesn’t help to be inflexible or unwilling to listen to other perspectives. A third-generation Israeli can’t help that he was born in Israel, and that his parents came to Palestine from Poland or wherever not knowing much except that they were getting a free trip. Same how a boy born in Ramallah is only a result of his circumstances, and doesn’t deserve to be subjugated to harrassement and barriers from living a normal life.
But at the thought, us Palestinians, none of us have quite normal lives.