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A few weeks into my stay, I contacted a relative of my father, a man I had met once before at my uncle’s funeral.It turned out that there was going to be a memorial in Haifa for his mother who had recently passed away.
I was treated like a long lost daughter, and felt like one too.It’s 2017 and we’re still talking about this, but then again what can you expect when one of your country’s “liberal” TV stations is more conservative than America’s Fox News?Earlier today, following this viral blog post, MTV decided to take part of the crusade against the seriously bad show on LBCI called Take Me Out.My second surprise came when my taxi drove through Ramat Gan, where I initially stayed.I looked out the window and saw the striking resemblance the streets there had to Hadath, the Lebanese town where I was raised. I let people know that I was from Lebanon and was met with smiles. I was invited into a variety of people’s homes for Shabbat dinners. My colleagues seemed delighted to be working with me, not only as fellow researchers but also as people with a genuine interest in knowing more about Lebanese culture and life in Lebanon.When I did, I was met with resistance at first, then reluctant encouragement, and many questions.
“Why, of all places, would you want to visit Israel? “You won’t be allowed into the country, or if you are it will be a very difficult, humiliating experience.” I was told that if people knew I visited Israel, I might never be allowed back into Lebanon.
It is hard to describe what such a discovery is like.
I met people from Nablus, from Nazareth, and from Haifa who shared stories with me of my father when he was a young man and had come to visit just before the 1967 war.
Another Israeli man expressed his concern and empathy for the Arabs of ‘48 (of which my father was one of the youngest) and I understood that here was a man who very simply wanted good relations and who did not have ill will towards Arab people, or to me, in any detectable way. The idea that such thoughts existed in Israel, especially by former soldiers, was something that never, ever would have occurred to me.
The human element of the interactions I had in Israel as an Arab woman had broken through the rhetoric I have heard for years, and had touched me.
However, as a proud Arab woman, nothing I have ever done was as profoundly countercultural as applying for an educational leave to work with an Israeli colleague for a semester at Bar Ilan University in Ramat Gan.