If I tell you to imagine a doctor, you will directly picture a man, whereas if I tell you to think of a nurse, your mind will immediately perceive a woman.
I have never been to Palestine before and I’m not physically allowed to go there because I don’t have a paper that grants me the opportunity to experience my homeland and what it’s like to feel rooted… to maybe, for once in my lifetime, feel at home, at peace: stable. This truth makes me feel less Palestinian, but I try to layer it with the fact that I live in Lebanon and have friends and memories here.
By framing all the female actors in war into gender stereotypes and presenting US sovereignty in a narrative of masculinity, the Bush Administration was able to construct a fantasy in which the US takes on the role of the masculine hero – justifying the Iraq war as a fight to protect feminine fragility.
As someone who was born at the dawn of the “Great Lebanese War,” a term I coined to contrast with the plethora of ongoing smaller ones, I was repeatedly subjected to the trifecta of fake patriotism that oozed from all the radio and TV stations for almost half a century: