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Israel Deserves Our Support
Terrorism is never the answer.
I was in high school math class one day when it all went down.
As I sat in the back of the room daydreaming, I watched one of the boys in the class snap the girl’s bra in front of him. In a flash, she turned around and slapped him across the face. The class, after a brief initial shock, erupted in laughter. Even the teacher fought to hide a grin as he admonished both of them for the outburst. The palm-shaped redness on the chagrined boy’s cheek grew by the second.
In hindsight, it was hilarious. Best thing that could have happened that day in math class. But then again, I wasn’t the one getting my bra snapped.
You could say that her counter-offensive was out of proportion to his initial attack. After all, it probably didn’t even hurt her (physically, at least). Yet for all I know, she might have been experiencing regular abuses like this from this guy for months or even years.
Or maybe, at some point in the past when she was just a little girl, her home had been burned to the ground, her brothers and sisters murdered, and her extended family forced into diaspora. Maybe she longs to return to the place she once called home. If so, then we should have all piled on that son of a bitch for snapping her bra, because her over-the-top slap now makes a ton more sense. And…
