My true liberation as a Jewish person is bound up with the liberation of Palestinian people.
“Was this what they died for? My relatives, all those Jews, all those thousands of names on the memorials? Was this horror of a racist, repressive state the result of their deaths?”
Bear with me. This is very difficult to write, but write it I must, however much the putting of words on paper intensifies the pain.
When I was a small girl on a street corner in Budapest, watching a convoy of camp inmates being returned, I cried. No, not tears. By