Some Palestinian-Americans--In Their Hearts Still Beduin
When in Rome, do as the Romans do. It's sage advice whose jurisdiction extends beyond that of the tourist in a foreign land. It is especially true when you become an immigrant. I was a Cuban immigrant and we often had problems with the Italians that had come before us. We couldn't understand their lack of neighborliness--especially when it came to their property. No trespassing was tolerated. The Italians taught us the lesson and we learned it well. I am now that Italian and my Palestinian neighbor is the Cuban and they have a lot to learn and that is why I write this blog telling of my travails with the Palestinians next door and why I ended today's argument with me calling her a "terrorist." I've written it as a play. [Day One. Spotting the the Dish Installer in my driveway, I approach him.] Me: Hey, make sure you clean up after yourself. Don't leave any debris in my driveway. The Cablevision people leave stuff behind and I won't tolerate it....