Photograph Source: The White House – Public Domain

I first saw it as a boy in a schoolyard in 1965: the coward who grew strong in a group and chose his victim. Sixty years later, I see that same pattern—this time in the leaders of Israel, and in the president of the United States.

Tonight I am tired. As always, I end my day by reading the news: Haaretz, DN, Expressen, Dagens ETC. The stories are the same—genocide in Gaza, images of suffering and death. I feel despair, I feel hopelessness. But tonight, I also feel anger.

When I close the computer, an old memory comes back. I am twelve, standing in the schoolyard. A boy........

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