Summary of Linda Sarsour's We Are Not Here to Be Bystanders

Everest Media

Description

Please note: This is a companion version & not the original book.
Sample Book Insights:
#1 I was always trying to prove my national and cultural origins. When I told the kids at my public school that my family was from Palestine, the response was always the same: Palestine. Where’s that.
#2 If you are Black in America, you visibly belong to a particular group. You can claim your culture with pride, and no one questions you. But me, I was so ambiguous that I felt almost invisible.
#3 I have continued to wear a hijab in public, from plain black ones to leopard-print head coverings. None of my four sisters covers her hair, and that doesn’t make them any more or less Muslim than I am.
#4 I was clear-eyed as I assured Yumma that I didn’t put on a hijab because someone else wanted me to do so. My husband and the rest of my family didn’t mind one way or the other.

Sujets

• Political Advocacy
• Political Process
• Political Science

Informations

• Publié par: Everest Media LLC
• Date de parution: 12 mai 2022
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9798822507388
• Langue: English
• Poids de l'ouvrage: 1 Mo

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Insights on Linda Sarsour's We Are Not Here to Be Bystanders
Contents Insights from Chapter 1 Insights from Chapter 2 Insights from Chapter 3
Insights from Chapter 1

#1

I was always trying to prove my national and cultural origins. When I told the kids at my public school that my family was from Palestine, the response was always the same: Palestine. Where’s that.

#2

If you are Black in America, you visibly belong to a particular group. You can claim your culture with pride, and no one questions you. But me, I was so ambiguous that I felt almost invisible.

#3

I have continued to wear a hijab in public, from plain black ones to leopard-print head coverings. None of my four sisters covers her hair, and that doesn’t make them any more or less Muslim than I am.

#4

I was clear-eyed as I assured Yumma that I didn’t put on a hijab because someone else wanted me to do so. My husband and the rest of my family didn’t mind one way or the other.

#5

When I was born, my father was overjoyed, but my mother was worried. She had wished for a boy, because Arab men dream of the day they will be called Abu (father of) followed by the name of their boy child.

#6

Nidal was eventually conscripted into the Jordan military, and when the Six-Day War broke out, Israel seized Gaza and the West Bank from Jordan. Nidal stayed in Amman, and when his brother Mohammad proposed that he move to America with him, he accepted.

#7

My parents met in Brooklyn in 1976. My father was working alongside his brother in a bodega, and my mother was working as a pill counter at a local pharmacy. My mother’s parents were anxious for her to marry well, as they feared she might get arrested if she stayed in Palestine.

#8

My father was extremely excited when he brought my mother and their first daughter home from the hospital. They had another daughter a year later, and my father was ecstatic every time he brought my mother and the new baby home from the hospital.

#9

I was 11 when my parents stopped having children. I was the oldest, and I was expected to set an example and help out with my siblings. I loved nothing more than to please my parents, and I was the one who made sure my sisters and brothers did their homework before going outside to play.

#10

I had a summer job working for my grandparents, and one day, I went with Sitty Sarah and Yumma to visit one of their uncles in an Israeli prison. It was a sobering experience to see how much poverty there was in my village compared to the exorbitant houses of the exiles who had prospered in other countries.

#11

The prison was a low-slung building constructed of unpainted concrete blocks. The scrubby desert stretched out around us as far as the eye could see. My uncle was imprisoned for being married three weeks before the Israeli army swept up and arrested about fifty other young Palestinian men they claimed had been involved in an uprising against the Jewish state.

#12

I grew up in Brooklyn, New York, with my parents and seven siblings. Our family was extremely close, and we were always visiting relatives in Palestine. I was always surrounded by aunts, uncles, and cousins from El Bireh.

#13

I was the big sister to five younger siblings, and I took my responsibility of watching out for them very seriously. I was always on the lookout for anyone who might be bullying my siblings, and would not allow it.

#14

I grew up in Brooklyn, and as idyllic as my childhood seems, I came of age at a time when my neighborhood was crawling with gangs. However, neighbors looked out for each other and disciplined one another’s children, and I was never afraid.

#15

I knew that John Jay High School was a notorious gang farm, but my parents wanted me closer to home, so I went there. I was nervous about how I would be received, but Rosa from up the block would be going there in the fall, so I felt comforted.