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the guests<br />
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every time my parents would have guests over for<br />
dinner on weekends, sooner or later, the discussion<br />
would become political. if the guests are Jewish<br />
the conversation tends to lean towards criticism<br />
of israel. the mistreatment of the arab citizen.<br />
the cacophonies of the occupation. the general<br />
hopelessness. our neighbourhoods are neglected,<br />
we have no pavements, the children walk on the<br />
road on their way to school disrupting traffic. the<br />
inexistence of playgrounds transforms the 30 year<br />
old cracked paved streets into football fields, momentarily<br />
vanishing at the beep of a forthcoming<br />
car. the public schools are deficient. there is not<br />
enough space in the schools to accept all of the<br />
children in the arab sector. the education system<br />
is based on memorizing and not on educating. we<br />
are confronted with surprise checkpoints in east<br />
Jerusalem, making us late for work and the kids<br />
late, on our way to school.<br />
the traffic lights open for only 4 seconds for the<br />
intersection coming from an arab neighbourhood,<br />
keeping the “Jewish” lights open for much longer,<br />
with ignoring the fact that the “Jewish” light is relatively<br />
empty of cars, since they have alternative<br />
roads to take. the experiences of our treatment at<br />
the airport are always a hot topic. tales of hurt<br />
pride of our “integrated” family. our position as<br />
successful arabs in the country is smashed during<br />
those interrogations and meticulous bag checks<br />
which do not differentiate between the average and<br />
the “good” arab.<br />
Back to the dinner table. when arab guests are<br />
over, the conversations, still political, tend to be<br />
more self critical, this time complaints on the situation<br />
of the arabs. our backwardness, conservativeness,<br />
herd-like functioning, lack of initiative,<br />
fear of crossing the boundaries of social taboos<br />
and norms, the double standards, the pride, materiality,<br />
greed, never ending stories of inner disputes,<br />
both on a private-family level and a community-social<br />
level. we all want to be doctors and<br />
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lawyers (not because the topics are necessarily interesting,<br />
but because it has good reputation)<br />
make a lot of money, and begin collecting our<br />
mercedes and Bmws. however, seldom were the<br />
discussions constructive. of course they were<br />
constructive in the sense of raising awareness, but<br />
rarely initiating change on a practical level. when<br />
did we plan to send appeals, create schools or<br />
raise cultural activity? Rarely, and those suggestions<br />
never surpassed being merely hypothetical.<br />
the general attitude is one of hopelessness. hopelessness<br />
towards the suppressing governmental<br />
system, alongside the inability to unite a group of<br />
arabs to fight for a common cause.<br />
School<br />
at age 15, i left the international anglican school of<br />
Jerusalem, to begin at the high school of arts, where<br />
i would finish my high school education. i was the<br />
only arab amongst the 700 students to ever enter my<br />
israeli-hebrew high school. i was told that the rumour<br />
that an arab was coming to the school had spread<br />
well before i came, and that for many months no one<br />
figured out who it was.<br />
on any topic needing the “other side’s” opinion they<br />
would – “ask the arab!”. so i became some form of<br />
diplomat of “my people”, as if my ideas were the<br />
common representation of the arabs’ point of view.<br />
“Death to the arabs” was shouted every time i<br />
passed the school’s ‘ars’ 1 , which made me offended<br />
and emotional, but also served the purpose of<br />
a short story to answering the commonly asked<br />
question, ‘how is it like to be in a all Jewish school?’.<br />
a painting of mine with arabic text was torn apart<br />
during the weekend of the elections, when our<br />
school served as a polling place during elections.<br />
this made it unclear if it was a student or an outsider.<br />
either how, i broke into tears at approaching<br />
the principle about what happened. he treated the<br />
matter well, joining the school in the auditorium,<br />
expressing his disapproval to the students regar-<br />
ding the terrible act that had happened over the<br />
weekend. he asked me to re-do the painting so he<br />
could hang it up in his office, which i gladly did.<br />
my first stirring art piece, sold for 100 shekels to<br />
my brother.<br />
i hated remembrance day, independence day and<br />
any other special day where the national anthem<br />
would be played in school. where i would feel totally<br />
out of place amongst the rest of my friends,<br />
who would all stand and sing, and i would very purposely<br />
remain seated. generally someone would<br />
nudge me and whisper, “just stand up, you don’t<br />
have to sing along”. my leftist artsy school remained<br />
more sympathetic than the national championships<br />
2 where there was a more accurate representation<br />
of the israeli public. i would try my best<br />
to plan the changing out of my clothes into my<br />
swimsuit right before the national anthem would<br />
be played during the opening ceremony, where an<br />
olympic stadium of hundreds of athletes would<br />
proudly rise from their seats and sing. i would<br />
be alone in the bathrooms roaming as i pleased,<br />
avoiding the two unwanted options of a) standing<br />
to the anthem or b) sitting and being stared at by<br />
everyone.<br />
Taking stands<br />
when asked where i am from, i answer, i am Palestinian,<br />
living in israel. But technically, i am israeli.<br />
But arab. it is never a one word answer. in addition,<br />
i am not able to give a straight short answer as to<br />
how i feel. to whom exactly i feel related. my feelings<br />
are mixed with upbringing, ideologies, experiences<br />
and what people project upon because of<br />
being defined as arab.<br />
my parents are both arab, muslims, both grew up<br />
in arab villages in the galilee area, in the north of<br />
the country. however, legally, i have no affiliation<br />
with the Palestinian people. i am a citizen of israel<br />
and of the United states (where i was born, but never<br />
lived).