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Summer Trips, Books, and Controversies

 

I started the summer with late June week in Ireland. I went to visit Palestinian students from Gaza who were evacuated last August. I spent most of the time in Dublin with a day trip to the seaside town of Bray and a two-day foray to Limerick to take the large contingent of students out to dinner at the same Lebanese restaurant where we dined in October. The students were, overall, doing much better physically and emotionally than they were when I last saw them. But there was an undercurrent of sadness and suffering related to their new lives in exile and to anxiety about their families still in Gaza, where despite a supposed “ceasefire” the siege and daily killings continue.

In mid-July, Irish President Catherine Connolly hosted over 70 students from Gaza in an event that the President’s office touted widely and that was covered in the Irish press. My mentee and friend Sahar Rabah, a creative writing master’s student at Trinity College who was invited to offer some words, sent me the text of her speech, excerpted below:

I would like to express my sincere gratitude to the people of Ireland for opening their hearts and their universities to us.

We arrived carrying uncertainty, worry for our families, and dreams that seemed impossible to continue. Here in Ireland, we found not only classrooms and libraries, but kindness, dignity, and a chance to keep believing in our future.

Education has given us more than a degree. It has given us hope, resilience, and the responsibility to use what we have learned to serve others and contribute to rebuilding our communities whenever that becomes possible.

On behalf of the students from Gaza, I would like to thank the Government of Ireland, our universities, our lecturers, and everyone who supported us throughout this journey. Your generosity will stay with us for the rest of our lives.

We hope that one day we can return home carrying knowledge instead of fear, and help build a future defined by education, opportunity, and peace.

The sad irony was that the next day, the Irish Embassy in Tel Aviv started issuing visa denials to the next cohort of students in Gaza awaiting evacuation. The students who received these letters, equally qualified as those from last year, were devastated. The visa process is being managed this year by the Departments of Justice and Foreign Affairs and the applications that were rejected this July were supported by the very same documentation that was accepted last year. Esraa, the student with a full scholarship to the National College of Art and Design with whom I have been working, was among those whose applications were rejected. We are now in the process of assembling materials for a potential appeal and will be consulting with lawyers in Ireland about the best strategy for Esraa and the other students whose educational futures are hanging in the balance.

On the literary front…

My favorite book so far this year is Harriet Clark’s beautifully written, brilliant, and mesmerizing novel The Hill told from the point of view of a girl who lives with her grandparents in New York City and makes weekly visits to her mother who is incarcerated in a women’s prison at the top of the eponymous hill.

The Jewish Currents On the Nose podcast interview with Clark provided a great introduction to Clark and the novel:

Harriet Clark comes from a long line of radicals. Her ancestors were gun runners in Minsk. Her grandparents were active members of the Communist Party USA, and the family moved to Moscow for a time, where her grandfather wrote for the Daily Worker. Her mother is Judith Clark, a former member of the Weather Underground and the May 19th Communist Organization, who was given a life sentence for her participation in the Brinks robbery in 1981 that killed three people. (Judith was paroled in 2019.) Harriet Clark’s debut novel, The Hill, tells the story of a girl who vows to visit her mother every week in the upstate New York prison where she is being held. In this episode of On the Nose, Arielle Angel speaks with Harriet about her stunning new book, what comes after failure in radical movements, and the heroism of trying to keep families affected by incarceration together. 

Clark’s book was published within weeks of Zayd Ayers Dorhn’s memoir Dangerous, Dirty, Violent and Young: My Fugitive Family in the Revolution, which I also read and admired. Following up on his superbly produced 2022 podcast Mother Country Radicals, Dohrn’s book goes into greater detail about family life with his parents, Weather Underground members Bernadine Dohrn and Bill Ayers. The New York Times (gift link) ran an interesting double interview with Harriet Clark and Zayd Dohrn, who met for the first time for the purposes of the article.

Meanwhile over at PEN America, there were more shenanigans and controversy. When Chief Communications Officer Geraldine Baum, in a parting salvo written with two co-authors, published a dubious “blog” entitled “A Silent Moratorium” about the “silencing “of Israeli and Jewish writers that relied entirely on anecdotes and circumvented standard internal protocols for PEN reports, the proverbial shit hit the fan—there was coverage of the controversy in the New York Times (gift link). Then PEN America President Dinaw Mengestu resigned in protest and issued a letter explaining why. He also spoke with Josh Nathan-Kazis of Jewish Currents and had this to say:

If people are experiencing that kind of discrimination in publishing, which is the heart of PEN America’s work, we should care more than just providing anecdotal evidence. We should really try to document and show exactly how this happened. To do it so haphazardly is an offense. If this report were about discrimination against Black writers and this is what they did, I would be fucking enraged.

Many people were enraged, including Wellesley Professor of Jewish Studies and English Josh Lambert, who wrote on Substack:

But if we want to understand what is happening in contemporary literature and culture, we cannot simply take a survey of disgruntled writers and polemicists and then circulate their statements as fact. I did not talk to Mengestu, or even read his social media statements about why he stepped down as PEN president. But I would certainly be embarrassed to be associated with such a sloppy piece of work, especially one that is guaranteed to feed the pernicious weaponization of antisemitism.

In a 12 July Instagram post, Mengestu said, “I am not boycotting PEN America. Like many other writers who have reached out to me, I am walking away from it permanently, and I will do everything I can now to help make something better.” After 23 years as a member of PEN America, I declined to pay my dues in 2026, and I aspire to join him in that better place.

Yours in struggle,

Nancy

 

 

Nancy Kricorian


A Weekend in Dublin

a meadow with several fallow deer and a young woman
Fallow Deer in Phoenix Park, Dublin

 

Last month I traveled to Ireland to meet university students who had been evacuated from Gaza in August and September. I am part of a group that had helped them apply to Irish universities and to secure scholarships for both undergraduate and post-graduate programs. This effort has been among the most satisfying and meaningful experiences of my life. Over twenty members of our all-volunteer team, three of whom live in Ireland with others coming from the U.S., Canada, and Jordan, converged in Dublin for several days of meetings with the students and with each other.

Most of these students had been awarded scholarships to U.S. universities but had been trapped in Gaza for more than a year, unable to reach the campuses for which they were destined. The receiving country would have to negotiate with the Israeli government to enable their safe passage, and chances were nil that the Trump administration would do this. So, earlier this year, our team pivoted to Ireland, where we knew these brilliant young people would be welcomed with open hearts and open arms.

After months of communicating with them via WhatsApp and Signal chats while they were living amidst a genocide in Gaza, greeting these students in the real world was an almost unimaginable joy. I arrived a few days earlier than most of our group so I could spend time with my mentee and friend S, a poet who is enrolled in Trinity’s master’s program in creative writing. I thought it would be strange, finally being in the same physical space after our year and a half of almost daily communication on message platforms while she was in Gaza, but when I arrived at her student apartment, the only thing I learned that I didn’t already know was how tall she was. She gave me a tour of the Oscar Wilde Centre for Irish Writing, we walked along the river, dined at a Palestinian restaurant, and rode bicycles in Phoenix Park where we went in search of the fallow deer and found them at the far end of the park.

I also made an overnight trip to the University of Limerick with two other mentors to meet our cohort of students there and the administrators who had scrambled the resources to support them. As nineteen of us were seated in a Lebanese restaurant in Limerick, one of the students gestured at the platters arrayed on the long table and said to me, “I wish I could take this food to my family in Gaza.” All these students had left their families behind, and their emotional well-being is pegged to how their parents, siblings, and extended family are faring in Gaza. Each of them is also struggling with the trauma of what they had seen and survived, along with the guilt of having escaped. The young journalists among them carried the added burden of what they had witnessed and documented through their work.

Despite all this, our weekend together in Dublin overflowed with joy and love. On Saturday night, over a hundred students, mentors, and university administrators filled a local restaurant with conversation, laughter, and song. At an all-day workshop for the students on Sunday, during the lunch break, someone turned on music, and the students pulled us to join them in dance. Looking around the room at the beautiful faces of these students and my fellow mentors, I felt proud of these young people and of our work safeguarding their futures and the future of Palestine.

If anyone is interested in learning more our efforts, which will now shift in part to supporting the rebuilding of the educational sector in Gaza, please get in touch with me directly.

All best,

Nancy

 

Sticker on a metal pole
Freedom for Palestine sticker in Dublin

WATCH AND READ

Public Instagram reel of Mohammed Hirez, one of our students in Ireland, as he says goodbye to his twin brother and widowed father on the morning of his evacuation from Gaza to Ireland. It is an unfathomably cruel world that forces this kind of separation on them without their knowing when they will meet again.

Palestine Deep Dive video interview with Hamza Salha, another of our students and a journalist, entitled “Buried Under Rubble.”

Abdallah Aljazzar’s “My Last Words to Gaza” about the heartbreak of leaving his family behind.

My We Are Not Numbers mentee Nadera Mushtha on returning to the rubble of her family home in Shujaiya. Nadera is still internally displaced within Gaza.

On the Nose (Jewish Currents’ podcast) episode: The Rabbinic Freak-Out About Zohran Mamdani. (And may Zohran be the next mayor of New York City!)

A conversation between Marianne Hirsh and M. Gessen about the field of Holocaust Studies and the impact of the genocide in Gaza.

Video recording of the Markaz Review Book Club’s discussion of my recently published novel The Burning Heart of the World.

Ai Weiwei via Hyperallergic on Germany and the art world—never a mention of Gaza, but it underlies the whole piece. “Under most circumstances, society selects the most selfish, least idealistic among us to take on the work we call ‘art’ because that choice makes everyone feel safe.”

 

Nancy Kricorian