Politics, Poetry, Prose, Prattle & Praxis
”Maybe we should think about cutting the defense budget?” A conversation in a cab.
I get into a cab in central West Jerusalem, and tell the driver where I need to go. “Right, that’s near the big gas station?” “Could be,” I say, laughing, “I’ve never been. I trust […]
How Mentioning the word “Occupation” Sent Secret Tel Aviv into Mayhem and Panic
So, earlier this evening, as I was twiddling around Facebook, I had the idea of posting in Secret Tel Aviv, a Facebook group of 41,000+, mostly anglo-Jewish folks living in the Tel Aviv area. Most […]
Americans Go Home! (On the Absentee Property, Silwan and Racism)
My parents moved to Jerusalem from San Francisco in 1986. They bought a house in Baq’a, and my older sister and I were both born there. In the summer of 1989, my father, a professor […]