If I began by saying that the Israeli-Palestinian Conflict is longstanding and complicated, that would be trite and tired and everything you already know. If I was to say that social media, citizen journalism, and shifting geopolitical landscapes have made the conflict both increasingly confusing and accessible, I would be guilty of the same.
This summer, I didn’t plan to focus on sports as much as I have. Sports – playing them, watching them, admiring them – are something I take for granted. A growing awareness of marginalization, inequality, and oppression has complicated my pleasure but not suffocated it. I remain an avid participant and a committed fan. I called turning twenty-three my “Jordan Year” and would be embarrassed to reveal the price of my new Real Madrid jersey.
As Israel’s Operation Protective Edge marches onward, civilian deaths and human suffering sink spirits like lead. It’s bleak. It’s miserable. I cannot fathom the contours of living it firsthand – as an Israeli or a Palestinian, listening for rocket sirens or “knock-knock” bombs.