“Has anyone visited Israel?" That was the question my professor asked to the class as we were discussing cultural differences. The question seemed innocent. Academic. In good faith. Then someone laughed. Not loudly. Not aggressively. Just enough. A few others joined in. I was hesitant to raise my hand. but I did anyway. I was the only one in my class that did. Maybe the laughter didn’t mean anything, I thought to myself. Or maybe it did. Even though I knew I was safe, I
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