I’ve drawn blood from others, in my childhood, even friends and kin— slit the heavy garment of skin or split sinus caves with the hard hammer of my fist. Very young, I cried if my sister hurt herself. Later, her hot blood slicked my hammering hand— that hurt was, more than hers, my own. And […]
Our film began with the father, Mohammed, saying–as means of explanation to his wife for why they were not leaving their house in spite of its occupation by Israeli soldiers–“Forgiveness is generosity.” This is a hard saying, as his family experienced, so difficult that his son could not do it. The question of my lecture […]