Today was overflowing with damp minutes, a morning siren that has become almost routine but still rings eery, conversations that do not and cannot cease to rip and weigh and that left me dizzy and […]
Category: July Story Journal
What is the connection between SodaStream and Gaza?
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 […]
Meanwhile in Haifa: One demonstrator tells of being punched in the head in the “City of Tolerance”
Guest writer: Samuel Tell I am a demonstrator. I’ve been to demonstrations in Hebron (where I almost took a tear-gas grenade to the head), Nabi Saleh, Bil’in, etc. Tonight was the first time I felt […]
One man holding an olive branch in silence (July Story Journal)
Another demonstration tonight, in Tel Aviv. More than a thousand are gathered. The air is serious, heavy. Not much chatting, as is often the case at demonstrations in central Tel Aviv. Instead: chanting, drumming. Across the […]
“I have never been more conscious of my womanhood.” (July Story Journal)
Guest writer: Leanne Gale. This piece was originally posted on Leanne’s crucial blog, Fugitive Moments of Compassion. I have never been more conscious of my womanhood. 1. I stood and looked on in the center […]
“And if I’m a Leftist and an Arab? Double Death?” (July Story Journal)
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: […]
“#Hitler Did Nothing Wrong.” 3 Thoughts on anti-Semitism in France and a movement for justice for Palestine.
Reply to the Leftern Wall: Hitler was Right. Hitler did nothing wrong. That was the first thing I saw this morning when I turned on my phone. There is a backstory. Last night, just after […]
“Pack of hypocritical traitorous autoantisemites.” (July Story Journal)
Guest writer: Yuval Orr It is hard to escape the suffocating sense of violence and despair that chokes the air these days, even as it nonchalantly masquerades as a sense of normalcy around Tel Aviv. […]
Nationalism from a distance, or, how it looks so ugly and absurd from here
I’m heading home tomorrow night, as long as the airport is still functioning. Tonight, we had pasta and wine and in the course of our conversation -which of course sloped political, but not only “our” political, […]
To “Dave” Who is Loved: The Wall in Palestine, as seen from the remains of the Berlin Wall (July Story Journal)
Guest writer: Kayla Rothman-Zecher My fingertips trace years of color. Years of black outlines to words which tell stories. Some serious, some trivial. Like: “I eat cheese” or, “I love Dave”. But, as my fingers trace, […]
The Leftern Wall 