07/07/2022
Today, we embarked on a tour day called “Diversity in the Galilee”. We started off with meeting some high school students in Kfar Manda, an Arab Israeli town near the kibbutz we are staying in, then were hosted by a Druze family for lunch in Isfiya (right outside Haifa), then went and learned about fair trade organic olive oil at , and finished off our day with visiting the city of Nazareth. It was a long but beautiful day, with the morning focusing on all the ways in which differing groups in the North work on living together peacefully & respectfully. By the time we arrived in Nazareth, we were tired, a little silly, but ready to learn and explore. I’ll confess- Nazareth is one of my favorite places in Israel. From the incredible story of the Fauzi Azur, the first of the & the process of community driven urban regeneration it sparked to the beautiful old stone homes, I simply cannot get enough of it. Just last week, I spent all day in the old city , building a tour about the social & infrastructural effects that sustainable tourism can have on urban spaces. At one of the stops of the tour, as I was explaining the complex history of Nazareth as a large Arab city, especially during the War of 1948, two passerbys stopped to listen to my guiding. They were about my age, mid-twenties, stylish, chatting in Arabic amongst themselves. As I came to the end of my guiding at the stop, out of the corner of my eye, I saw them start talking to a couple of my campers. At first, I thought nothing of it- whenever groups walk around, locals always ask where we’re from and who we are. To my surprise, it turns out that this couple actually had told my camper to “look for another guide, one that wasn’t selling Zionist propaganda, and truly, to just leave the city, because this was Palestine and we didn’t belong”.
My first read thing was fine burst into laughter- I had just spent almost 30 minutes explaining the Nakba/War of Independence and how many residents of Nazareth were descendants of expelled Arab refugees of nearby towns. The majority of Jewish Israelis that I know would have freaked out at my guiding and here was this Palestinian couple telling me I was “promoting Zionist propaganda”. My immediate though was “oh well, can’t please everyone!” But as we sat on the bus ride home, and I processed the day, I felt a twinge of sadness. What could have happened if the couple had come up to me and instead of my camper? Could we have a meaningful conversation? Could it have led to some more understanding in this little land of ours? Or am I too optimistic, and they had judged me quickly as a Jewish Israeli and the conversation was actually over before it could have even started? I wish I could say for sure, but I can only hope that someday, somehow, the stories I tell will open our eyes to each other and a little more empathy will flow into this world🙏🏽.