Opinion My Late Uncle Was Part of a Generation of Palestinian Giants

This generation didn’t despair, even though its surroundings radiated nothing but despair: in the words of the poet Mahmoud Darwish, they never stopped 'fighting and sowing hope'

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When I was still in my mother’s womb, some 60 years ago, he was fleeing from the police after the May Day demonstration of 1958. That year, the military government had decided to put on a show to mark the 10th...