Crime is rampant in the villages.  And it’s a very complex kind of crime – that I don’t pretend to understand.  I remember standing by the wall in the auditorium in Muhrar with Naim Araidi and asking about some of the procedures in the festival, and he answered in a way I will never forget.  “You cannot understand the complexity of the workings even of this village.  You cannot begin to understand what crime is.”

And today I learn that his son was murdered and decapitated in a very gruesome manner in https://www.timesofisrael.com/son-of-former-israeli-ambassador-found-decapitated-in-north/.

Naim died a terrible death of throat cancer but this is so much worse.  the 92 Arab death this year. 

I will publish Naim’s poems on my site now.