LIVED THROUGH THIS

I Was a Zionist Until I Fell in Love

Hate is harder when we see each other’s humanity

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It was 1987, my freshman year at The George Washington University in Washington, D.C. The First Intifada had just begun. Young Arabs with keffiyehs around their necks stood at a long table near the cafeteria’s exit, a Palestinian flag hanging behind them.