It starts the minute I read the first paragraph. That feeling of vague anger and helplessness. Because I’ve been reading and thinking about this issue ever since I decided that Israel was something I needed to be reading and thinking about. And I’ve been experiencing all of the things that Benedikt did for the past ten years, maybe more. In different stages. In different places. The olives, the AIPAC meetings, the beach, the sunflower seeds, the 1967 maps, the rallies, ...








