As I was walking slowly down a street in Gaza. I moved past debris, shattered storefronts and bombed-out buildings. My steps were burdened by exhaustion, grief, and hunger. My once-firm stride, the stride of a university instructor who…
As I was walking slowly down a street in Gaza. I moved past debris, shattered storefronts and bombed-out buildings. My steps were burdened by exhaustion, grief, and hunger. My once-firm stride, the stride of a university instructor who…