Emotions always run high during wartime when one’s country, or a close ally, is brutally attacked. And so it is now, as I write, shortly after Israel, our only dependable ally in the Middle East, whose people only wish to … Read the rest of this article.
Nusaybin Hudut Kapisi, the fresh Turkish exit stamp in my passport read. Straight ahead was El Qamishliye, Syria, a remote, sleepy frontier town near the desolate point where Turkey, Syria and Iraq meet. It was 1984 and I was not … Read the rest of this article.