Deheisheh Refugee Camp was established the same year I was born. 1949. I could be one of its resident grandmas. It was a maze of stone. Narrow pathways and so many homes huddled together. There were also some allowances for cars to pass — not roads exactly, but they suited a need.
Read MoreWe are at the Laylac Center. We are sitting at one massive table, wooden. Packed into the room lined with bookshelves, sweat. Close, but not cramped. Comfortable. A group of multi-generational, male organizers hold a rigid line, then relax. They discuss nightly raids by the Israeli military.
Read MoreMeeting with activists from the Laylac Center in the Deheisha Refugee camp was amazing! It was great to hear about the practices and frameworks these activists use to take action in their homes and nurture the revolutionary spirit in their hearts.
Read MoreWhat would you expect to find in a refugee camp? Bloated bellies? Filth on the street? Nice white ladies in a center giving out loafs of bread with canned soup? Try children dressed in Aeropostale attire, balcony gardens and tons of laughter.
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