Many Brits of my mother`s era regarded the war years as ones of close friendships and unity. Despite the horrors, they remember those times fondly.The country loved Winston Churchill in time of war but dumped him when it was over. He led them through times of dried eggs, no aluminium kitchenware and the sound of the doodle bug. They were proud to see the King and Queen refusing to leave London and to visit the devastated parts of the city. Most of all solidarity prevailed.
So it is in the West Bank (not Gaza) I did not worry about child abuse, kidnapping, drugs or alcohol. I did worry that my child would be arrested or worse, as many were, just coming out of school. I worried that we would all be blown to pieces by the F16`s screeching overhead or the whirr of the apache waiting to drop its deadly load. I feared the sight of an Israeli soldier far more than I have ever (I have never) feared the sight of a Palestinian.
Seeing is believing - don`t believe all you hear. |
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