If I were Prime Minister of Israel, I would do my best to negotiate an end to the occupation. When it arose, I would embrace the opportunity, challenging as it might be, to try to […]

If I were Prime Minister of Israel, I would do my best to negotiate an end to the occupation. When it arose, I would embrace the opportunity, challenging as it might be, to try to […]
Everything outside of the Ofer Military Court was too-loudness. Too loud speakers, too loud crashing of metal doors, too loud buzzers to allow one through the spinning iron gates, too loud silence of the Palestinians […]
As the final event in my Bay Area speaking tour this past month, I had the privilege of talking at the amazing Kehilla Community Synagogue in Oakland, CA. I wanted to share the video of […]
Over the past weeks, in addition to writing a lot, I have been reading (and watching), almost non-stop, about Israel’s latest assault on the Gaza Strip. As of now, the ceasefire seems to be holding. This […]
[Co-written,interviewed, filmed and edited with the indomitable Yuval Orr; originally published in +972 Magazine] For the past month, the news in Israel/Palestine has been filled with reports ofmore and more people killed, the vast majority […]
Guest writer: Jacob Udell A few months ago, during the days when the occupation seemed somehow more mundane, back when over 100 senseless deaths in the span of 24 hours would have felt unexpected, Scarlett […]
Tonight I went to an event organized by Breaking the Silence. People read testimonies from Gaza. The first testimony told about how, during Cast Led, three civilians were killed in a mission. The commander said: […]
I was recently asked by a few friends and colleagues for my opinion on studying at an Ein Prat program within the Green Line. The questions came to me as a followup to the post I’d […]
On the “sherut,” the clunky, odd yellow transits that shuttle back and forth between Jerusalem and Tel Aviv (and elsewhere). It’s a trip it make often- I may have moved to Spring Hill, but I […]
This morning the headlines came in slow like a corkscrew twisting into my chest, each word another rotation, sinking in, and in, and then: Pop. Open. My God what is the name for this sickness: […]