All attacks against Israelis feel personal, but some attacks feel more personal than others. All sadden me, but some scare me. Last night’s attack in Jaffa scared me. Early morning attacks at Damascus gate often scare me, because I have a friend living in the area. Attacks in the West Bank upset me, but they don’t frighten me, probably because it feels far away from my reality and because I know few people living there.
That is not to say I think some life is more worthwhile than other life– all life is important and equal. Yet, when an attack hits close to home, it feels more real, more personal. When I hear the sirens from my office and from my home, as I did last night, I feel more hopeless. I become more aware.
There have been five attacks on Israelis in the last day. Yesterday, one of the people wounded in Jaffa was a friend of a friend. The person killed was an American tourist, of which I know many. All this happened just a five-minute walk from my house.
It seems as though it is human nature to be more upset by events that occur around us or in which we feel that we could have been a victim. I am no exception to this rule, and I went to sleep last night feeling more upset than I have after an attack in the West Bank or when the victim is Palestinians, not Israeli. It isn’t a nice feeling to admit that, but it is true. It is the stark reminder that I am not immune to this conflict, nor are the ones I love. sometimes, we are right around the corner from it.
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With almost 200 killed since this round of fighting started, is there anything that stands out about yesterday? Not really. But for me, it still felt more personal.
Featured image photo: AP Photo/Oded Balilty