We enter the so-called City of David – a glistening, modern stone edifice built on multiple levels in the hillside, with open vistas onto the town of Silwan – amidst a deafening cacophony of children’s voices, shouting, laughing, shrieking with joy. Even though we are on the south end of occupied East Jerusalem, a supposedly Palestinian area, these are not Palestinian children.
Read MoreWe eagerly awaited our visit to the Musrara neighborhood in East Jerusalem, as it held very special meaning for a couple of members of our group. Their families had lived there before they were forcibly removed as a result of the Nakba in 1948. Hearing authentic first-hand historical accounts of what life was like for the Palestinians who once lived there, it was heartbreaking to imagine the complete loss of home and community.
Read MoreI expected to hear the explosion when the missiles struck Gaza Thursday morning. I expected my grief to be as a mighty wave whose undertow dragged me through the depths of despair. I expected to know when a life was lost. Instead, less than fifty miles from the Gaza Strip, I had no idea that Israel’s “Iron Dome” missile system had been used…
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