ABSTRACT
Israel, 1983: We stand on a Samarian hillside: a group, mainly American-Jewish visitors to Israel, on a half-day guided walking expedition. Our guide is from a yeshiva (an Orthodox Jewish educational establishment) in Judea. What I see laid out in the landscape before me is, to my left and along a stony elevation, an Israeli settlement of white cement bungalows with red-tiled roofs; and in a fold of the valley in front of me, a sprawling Palestinian village with its mosque. I turn to listen to our guide.
