A Meeting That Left Me With Questions
I did not expect the conversation to stay with me the way it did.
I sat with Jonathan Pollard in Jerusalem — a sharp, vital man, the kind you leave with more questions than you arrived with. The meeting was genuinely enriching. And at the same time, something in it placed before me a question I cannot put down:
Not a question about what he did, or what was done to him.
An architectural question.
What does it mean to live inside two states that are not the same kind of thing?
Because Pollard did not inhabit two countries. He inhabited two systems of reality — ones that sometimes use the same words and mean entirely different things. And under pressure, for one terrible moment, the structure cracked.
