A beloved peace activist was killed in the West Bank. Can his death finally teach us empathy?

A beloved peace activist was killed in the West Bank. Can his death finally teach us empathy?

In my Zionist family, when you turned 16, you spent a summer in Israel. I turned 16 in June 1967, and arrived in Israel one month after the Six-Day War. Having grown up attending Conservative and Orthodox shuls, and a Hebrew day school, I was always within yards of a picture of the Western Wall, in Jerusalem’s Old City. In all the pictures, it faced a narrow street with houses, and I couldn’t believe that I was actually going to walk into that p…