But football is also a violent sport with fierce impacts, armor, and screaming. It brings men together in a passionate, non-sexual way. And it includes barely dressed women on the sidelines jumping up on down and sometimes even climbing on top of each other. Once my father learned these things, he became interested.
Oday Aboushi is a Palestinian-American. A few months ago, he was drafted by the New York Jets to play professional American football. I am sure this was a dream come true for him. Of course, we Palestinians all immediately heard the news. We were proud. We didn’t know him, but we were proud.
Then last week, Yahoo! Sports published an article by Adam Waksman accusing Oday of “anti-Semitic activism.” At just about the same time, an employee of Major League Baseball, Jonathan Mael tweeted, “The @nyjets are a disgrace of an organization. The Patriots have Aaron Hernandez, the Jets have Oday Aboushi.” Of course, Aaron Hernandez was a star NFL tight end who has been arrested for murder. Oday is just a Palestinian.
Adjacent to Ramallah lies the city of El-Bireh in Palestine. Thousands of El-Bireh’s descendants live in America. A couple weeks ago, they held a convention in a hotel outside of Washington, DC. It is a sort of big family reunion. And I really mean that. When cousins start marrying each other, family reunions need to be held in a hotel. A big hotel. But on the bright side, Ancestry.com loves Palestinian customers. Coming up with their report takes like five minutes. “Dear customer, your father is your mother’s cousin. Your grandfathers are brothers, which also means they are each your great uncle. Your father is your father, but he is also your first cousin removed. Same goes for your mother. Your brothers and sisters are also each your second cousin. And you are also, in fact, your own cousin. Enjoy the rest of your day.”
Oday Aboushi attended this convention as an invited guest. Waksman used his attendance as evidence of Oday’s anti-Semitism. Oday was not quoted and none of his actions were detailed. He was just there… at a big family reunion. See, to supporters of Israel like Mael and Waksman, and to many Jews unfortunately, Palestinians are by default anti-Semitic. But labeling us all as anti-Semitic has a few problems. First, it’s not true. I can easily prove that I’m not anti-Semitic. I love bagels, cheesecake, and Seinfeld. And Jews invented the weekend, so those are my kind of people.
But using the “anti-Semitic” label so freely also does something else. It kills the conversation. Once someone is called a vicious racist, his opinion is less worthy. And so is his existence. And for Palestinians, we cannot end the conversation. We need to tell our story. So maybe those calling us “anti-Semitic” know exactly what they’re doing.
Now I wouldn’t mind being labeled, if only it were done accurately. Palestinian-Americans are some of the most successful and most educated citizens living in this country. We always do extremely well in whatever we path we choose. Now, that might be because we don’t have a country to go back to, but whatever. So none of us were surprised that Oday made all the way to the NFL. We expect excellence. Plus, for his own sake, he had to succeed. I don’t even want to imagine what his mom would have done if he didn’t get drafted.
Being Palestinian follows us wherever we go and whatever we do. Oday is now in the limelight. He will be seen as suspect. Fans will hold up signs. His existence will be highly politicized. Everything he does, good or bad, will have a lot of gravity to it. For every person praising him, there will be another expressing outrage. He is a Palestinian, and so he will be seen as some sort of threat to the working order of things. And whether he likes it or not, his entry into the NFL will mean more than just football. He is not a football player. He is a Palestinian football player.
Being Palestinian is relentless. Racism and media misrepresentation are things we are used to. There are no breaks. And just when it looks like everything’s OK, someone calls us “barbaric,” “resentful,” “hateful,” or invented. Our relatives who live in Palestine have to deal with daily killing and humiliation. Those of us who live everywhere else have to explain it.
Basically, Palestinians spend most of our time trying to explain to everyone that we are, in fact, human beings.
But don’t feel bad for us. When we meet each other, we get excited. We share stories. We laugh and cry at the same things. When we say goodbye, we can’t wait to see each other again. We have a connection to one another that no one else could ever understand.
And so Oday, when you were drafted, we were all drafted. And while my dad might not really understand football, he understands that.