I felt it a place of camaraderie, of a Mediterranean aesthetic that was familiar.
By Elaine Cohen | The Rag Blog | November 27, 2022
AUSTIN — I moved to Austin in the spring of 1997. South by Southwest was in full swing when I arrived. Soon I attended what I believe to be my first demo at the Capitol. As it ended, I turned to a new friend and asked, “Where do people go now? Is there some café or place to meet?” He immediately responded, “Absolutely… we’ll go to the Marrakesh, right here, on Congress. The owner, Samir, is Palestinian.”
While neither an observant Jew nor an apologist for the many violent practices of the Israeli state against Palestinians, I felt a moment of trepidation; would these Palestinians automatically distrust/dislike me for being a Jew? I remember when I walked in with friends (Zapatistas, Wobblies, and peace activists) I felt it a place of camaraderie, of a Mediterranean aesthetic that was familiar, like cafes I’d known in Crete or Andalucía.
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