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Unspeakable acts of violence have been perpetrated by people on both sides of the Israeli-Palestinian conflict: The massacre of Palestinian villagers at Deir Yassin during the 1948 War; the murder of Israeli athletes during the 1972 Munich Olympics; the slaughter at the Sabra and Shatila Palestinian refugee camps during the Lebanon War of the 1980s; the indiscriminate killings of Israelis by Hamas fighters; the current Israeli blockade of Gaza, which is causing pain, suffering and death indiscriminately on a massive scale. The list could go on and on.
We must condemn each and every one of these horrors, and we must mourn all whose lives have been lost. Condemnation and mourning, however, will not bring back the dead. Nor will it break the cycle of violence. For that to happen, we must shift our attention from the horrors of the moment and instead seek the underlying causes of the conflict.
As a professional historian raised in a strongly Zionist environment, I have had to confront some difficult truths. The first is that the root cause of the conflict in Israel/Palestine is and has always been the Zionist vision of constructing a "Jewish state" in an already inhabited land. The second is that peace and justice will only come to Israel/Palestine when the idea of a "Jewish state" is replaced with a vision of two peoples living together as equals in a shared land.
I did not come to these conclusions quickly or easily. My early childhood memories include seeing the horror on my parents' faces as we watched the news from Munich in 1972. And arriving at temple the morning of Yom Kippur in 1973 to overhear grown-ups speaking in hushed tones about the war launched that day by the governments of Egypt and Syria. My mother sharing stories of her youth during World War II, watching her parents follow the news from Europe and worrying about the family members left behind in Poland who were never heard from again. The stained glass history of the Jewish people at my Temple, where the final panels portrayed the state of Israel emerging from the smoke of the ovens at the death camps.
But my memories also include the day in school, shortly after the 1973 war, when we were reading an article in a children's news magazine on the "Arab-Israeli conflict" (as we called it then). I took a pencil and began stabbing a picture of Palestinian teenagers, yelling "This is what I think of Arabs!" A classmate grabbed a pencil and began stabbing a picture of Israeli teenagers, yelling, "Well, this is what I think of Jews!"
I remember the shock of recognition as suddenly, even at that young age, I realized that this was all very, very wrong.