I spent today in the West Bank.
I did so noting the really reasonable hesitations of my parents (I’d hesitate, too, were I my parents. There is, as you’ve all probably heard, a lot of tension and fear and violence going on here these days).
I did so noting my own fear-voices saying: What if? Is it worth it?
I went because Palestinian farmers are beginning to harvest their olives, and a group of farmers near Nablus asked for Israeli and international volunteers to come pick with them, both as extra hands, and also as buffers, in case they were to be harassed or attacked by settlers. You know the story.
I also went because Rabbi Arik Ascherman asked me to go, and when Rabbi Arik asks me to go to something, I generally go.
I went with 11 other Israelis from Jerusalem, Tel Aviv, Modi’in and Zikhron Ya’akov.
And I am immeasurably glad I went.
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