“Death to Israel!” she yelled, mid-stride, as she passed our debate table and disappeared into the crowd. I recognized her—a fellow student from my time on campus. Just minutes earlier, I had invited her to sit down with me and make her case for her position on Israel, but she declined. This encounter happened earlier this year, when I returned to Randolph-Macon College, my alma mater in Ashland, Virginia, to host a debate on whether the West s…