Donald J. Trump came to visit Palestine a week after I flew in. I turned on the television and sat across, watching Trump’s every move and hearing his every word. On the issue of Palestine, he was not going to be any different than his predecessors. Palestinians know this even before he utters a single word…even before he was sworn into office. Again, on the issue of Palestine, he was not going to be any different than his predecessors.
“That’s Donald Trump.” My youngest sibling walked into the room and sat next to me.
“The very one,” I replied.
“What’s he doing here?” She asked.
I didn’t know how to answer that. I silently hoped that when she was my age, a different, better story would be told.
I watched him speak and glorify the state of Israel and ignore the facts on the ground. I watched him meet with Palestinian leader Mahmoud Abbas and not utter a word about Palestine, the hunger strikers at the time, or anything he should have said. It was all about him wanting to combat terrorism and make the world great again.
As he shook hands with Abbas and left the podium, I thought to myself. How many generations have passed watching different United States presidents stand on a podium, preaching the same thing with no tangible….with no acknowledgement of the facts on the ground?
I thought of my grandparents, parents, myself, and my youngest sibling. We have all seen this two-podium-scenario with different presidents.
Today, there was a gathering in Ramallah in protest of the heinous measures Israel is taking against Palestinians in Jerusalem, especially in regards to Al-Aqsa Mosque. The protest was made up of a gathering of no more than 40 people.
“If this were to happen back in the day, everyone would have taken to the street,” my aunt, in her 40s, noted.
We rode a taxi, and as the taxi driver dropped us off, he said, “God help this generation. Darker times are yet to come.”
Darker times are yet to come. I wondered across how many generations this sentence has been uttered.