Two different planets.
That’s what it feels like to be an American at the Grand Canyon in Arizona today while the death toll exceeds 1,800 men, women and children in Gaza.
How can there be so much beauty and peace in my corner of the planet, while my friend Mohammed’s home in Jabalyia is blown to pieces by Israel?
How can tourists from different parts of the world meet to share in this natural wonder — (I heard German, Russian, Italian, French, and Japanese today) — when Israelis and Palestinians living side-by-side don’t trust each other?
Truly, it feels like we must be on different planets.
But we’re connected. And I want people in Gaza to know that I think about you 24/7. There won’t be peace in my corner of the world until there is peace and justice in yours.