identity as a defiance

I come from a proud people. Taken as particularity,my people might be proud for wrong reasons. But they are proud. We are proud. We stand tall when faced with difficulties. My people endured genocides, exterminations, wars, attacks and vilifications. All of them unjust. Because my people still stand. Outside appearing particular. But we are still there. Scattered around the world.

My people stand with Palestine. My people died to defend the Jews. My surname is rare because of that fight. And I wear that legacy proudly. I stand with Palestine, because my family stood with Jews. As my people stood with Patrice Lumumba and other forgotten heroes. 

Can I deal with what is going on in the territory known as Israel? No. 

But I can deal with what is going on where I am. 

Am I willing to go there? I am not. 

Am I a hypocrite? Probably. 

After 4 wars witnessed, my son will not be grow up in one.