Israelis might try to pretend like we don’t exist, but it’s a futile exercise.
We and our cultural awesomeness aren’t going anywhere.
I’m sure many white guys remember their first meeting with their prospective Palestinian father-in-law. But you will also find yourself with a new warmth in your heart that never existed before.
After he served you coffee and said hello, then next words out of his mouth were, “In 1948…” After hearing that talk, you have caught the bug. A warmth that exists for a homeland unrealized, a national potential waiting to be unleashed.
Many, but not all, Palestinian Arabs fled abroad during this time.