When I was a high school principal, I used to take the seniors on what we called “The Poland-Israel Experience,” a trip familiar to many other schools. After a harrowing few days in Poland, the students would brighten up when we arrived in Jerusalem. When the bus would near the Old City and the shimmering golden dome would be visible to everyone, invariably one student would shout out, “Look, the Al-Aqsa Mosque.” In full teacher mode, I would pause and respond, “Are you sure that is the “Al-Aqsa Mosque”? The student would look at me, hesitate ...
