There is a lunch place across from my office that serves good, cheap Middle-eastern food (my favorite is the falafel sandwich). The owner is a Palestinian man, and we have become friendly since I've been working downtown. Photos of his two daughters hang from the wall near the register, as does an autographed photo of Muhammed Ali.
Last week we talked about the situation in Gaza.
"Here is what I think," he said. "I don't have the right to kill you, and you don't have the right to kill me."
There you go.