What I remember most isn’t anger or shock, but loneliness. The feeling was pronounced. I was saddened by what I viewed at the time as a betrayal. (I view it now as normal protocol.) But the sense of being alone on the issue, embedded in every Palestinian’s consciousness, felt almost brutal. Indeed, calling Zionist colonization an “issue” feels a bit obscene. It’s not an issue limited to rhetoric or opinion; it’s a matter of survival and sustenance, of justice and reparation, of dignity and self-respect. How could educated people miss something so obvious? How could society’s leading lights be so hard-hearted?
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