Pictured one sees a rather unattractive woman who made Aliyah to Israel, formerly called Palestine. And, I, a Palestinian-American grandmother, who has to go through a lot of shit and humiliation just to visit Ramallah, where my family has lived since the sixteenth century (relatively recent compared to many Palestinians; we wandered over from east of the Jordan River after a feud over a girl), would just like to thank you for the lovely legacy you whacked out religious fanatics and thrill seeking foreigners have bequeathed to us. By the way, this is single-mom, Dalit Dolovitch of Winnepeg, who has just as much business in Palestine as a frigging polar bear.
Oh excuse my sorry language, we Palestinians just get a bit rabid when the foreigners get free reign to shoot us as if we were pidgeons and no one important anyway gives a damn. And the rest of the pictures are the hapless Palestinians, whose lives are sacrificed so that the Dalits of the world can try to find the man in Israel that they couldn't find in Canada.
from the woman of the hour:
“'I have waited so long for this moment. The timing is right; nothing will hold us back. Israel has always been the place where I want to be, where I want to raise my children' She has heard God’s call to 'return' and is trusting Him to make her path straight!"
Yeah, well, someone needs to set me straight as to why Palestinians are murdered for this bullshit and why Dalit from Winnepeg is greeted in Ben Gurion Airport with whistles and bands, and I'm strip searched and humiliated by Ethiopeans and Americans.