Good sense and compassion are needed for a permanent solution for the Holy Land
As far as I remember, the first time I heard the word “refugee” was in the mid-1950s when a maternal great-uncle -- my mother’s uncle -- was visiting us in London from Addis Ababa.
He had, by then, spent more than 40 years in different parts of Africa as a Church of England chaplain and had been connected with Ethiopia since 1928. He was talking with my mother, a geographer, about the problems of the Palestinian refugees and how, in his opinion, the Palestinians were being mistreated and that many Western nations, principally the US and the UK, were not following the paths of truth and justice.
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