for old times sake
…if you go to Hebron and then to Tel Aviv it’s impossible not to find yourself baffled by the apparent blindness of many Israelis to what’s being done in their name. What’s harder is to recognize that the shoe fits America, too. I wouldn’t analogize the situation in Palestine to anything else, but Americans very much live in an emotional bubble isolated from the practical realities of the acts of violence committed in our names over the years.
…part of what’s great about America is that political dialogue in this country isn’t dominated by calls to reconsider Columbus Day or any kind of deep effort to ponder the meaning of being a nation founded on ethnic cleansing and slavery. That’s not to say that we don’t still grapple with the consequences of those events or that mainstream white America couldn’t stand to grapple harder with them. But unlike in some countries I’ve visited recently, it’s perfectly possible to probe an American for a while about his political views without being treated to a lengthy ax-grinding historical narrative.
So, on the one hand, it’s a bad thing that Americans and Israeli’s close their eyes and hearts to the violence done in their name and from which they derive benefit. On the other hand, what’s great about America is that we close our eyes and hearts to the violence done in our name and from which we derive benefit. See the difference?