Jogging in Jerusalem: a Dangerous Encounter

I live in an international student housing complex inenough for two cars, but the kids were taking up
the Jewish French Hill neighborhood on Mount Scopusthe entire width. My jogging path was directed
in Jerusalem. When I go out jogging, I try to stay onstraight at the kid with the Uzi and so I adjusted to
paved roads and take whichever jogging paths I canthe left side of the road to pass them.
find in the neighborhood. Back towards my dorm, theThe entire scene unfolded in slow motion for me.
jogging route ends into the sidewalk next to a majorThe kids seemed somewhat stunned that a non-Arab
highway. It probably ends here because this is alsojogger would be in this alley (as I began to realize it
the only Arab part of the all-Jewish French Hill. Thiswas). Closer. Ten feet. Five.
part of the route is very dirty with garbage strewnI passed them.
about the ground. Last time I was here, IAnd nothing happened.
remembered that it had a left turn right before theThe kid with the pistol seemed to be hurriedly putting
highway.it in his back pocket as I passed. The Uzi went from
So today I went jogging, I went left mainly becausethe air to waist level to where, I couldn't see. Maybe
I did not want to jog on the sidewalk next to noisypointed at me?
speeding cars. As I turned the corner, I saw that itImmediately, my mind flashed with possibilities. What
appeared to be an unkept access road (with a deadif they shot me from behind? Or chased me? Or if
end however) behind a large complex of some sortthe guns were fake, perhaps they would throw
(possibly a school). About three hundred feet in frontrocks at me from behind like my experience with the
of me was a group of kids, maybe six or sevenArab kids in Issawiya (a neighborhood near my
total. I was listening to music on my iPod and didn'tuniversity)? I determined that I would not turn
think much of the kids until I got closer.around to look. Come what may, I would keep
Guns.jogging forward. There was nothing I could do about
One kid was holding an Uzi in the air. Another kid hadit now.
a small pistol in his hand. The kid holding the UziI jogged back to my dorm - a mere football field
looked to be the oldest - probably around fourteen.away - bewildered by the turn of events. But still,
The other kids were likely between the ages of ninenothing substantial had happened. I had seen a group
and thirteen. I'm not sure if there were more guns,of Arab kids possibly with real guns. Nothing
but those are the ones I for sure saw.substantial, right? Though in America, at least in my
And I was jogging straight towards them.hometown, those kids would be immediately
I had a decision to make. They would most assuredlyreported by everyone looking out their window. But
see me in a few seconds. Every possibility flashedagain, this isn't America.
through my mind. Should I turn around? If I did, theyAnd isn't this all very prejudiced on my part against
would know that I was scared. Would letting my fearArabs? I'm on a back alley and I see a group of Arab
show prove to be a dangerous move? Perhaps theyteenagers with what looks like guns and I
would shoot at me since my back would be turned?automatically assume I'm in danger. How prejudiced,
Perhaps the shock of some one jogging right pastright? If I wasn't prejudiced, I wouldn't be afraid at
them face-to-face without showing fear wouldall, right? But wait, that is silly, because anyone in that
actually make them less likely to attack me? Maybe Isituation regardless of the ethnicity of the kids would
should talk to them? But that's stupid, I don't knowfeel endangered.
Arabic and I wouldn't dare speak Hebrew to them.I don't want to be prejudiced against Arabs. But as
Could I be sure that they were real guns? Kids inan American, I find it difficult not to be since we tend
America don't have guns except those that maketo think of Arabs as one giant terrorist bloc. Surely
the headlines. But this isn't America. This is Jerusalem.they aren't though, for I have met many wonderful
Specifically, this is less than a mile from the WestArabs here who have treated me very kindly and
Bank, divided Jerusalem. Even if they weren't guns,equally. Yet, this doesn't assuage my fears. I feel
I've already experienced rock throwing from Arabsafer walking through the Jewish parts of town than
youths. And as close as I would have to get to passthe Arab parts. I don't know how politically correct
them jogging, the rocks could possibly knock methat is and I'm not ashamed to admit it because it is
unconscious. Could I take that risk?the truth. That doesn't mean that I am happy or
But now it was too late to make a decision. I wasproud of that. But I cannot deny how I feel.
already too close. The die was cast.The longer I am here, the deeper I dig into the
Every head turned to me. The road was wideconflict here and the more personal it becomes.