You spend a few minutes retelling the story of how you were injured during a protest at the University of Alabama. “It’s nothing, really,” you wave away her concerned look. “I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time.”
“It’s a peaceful movement, Dr. Newsom,” Johnson leans forward intently. “The essence of what we’re doing is love. The genocide being perpetrated on the Palestinian people must end. I’m so sorry that you were hurt, but for the sake of justice and equality, our voices must be heard."
You give Johnson an understanding smile as you take her hands in yours, “Relax, Sarah. I’m with you.”
“You are?” Johnson seems stunned that you’re open to her ideas.
“I am,” you nod. “I’ve been reading reports from reputable organizations like Amnesty International and Human Rights Watch, and I’ve become convinced that human rights abuses are being committed against Palestinian civilians. How can I help?”
Johnson beams a smile and grips your hands tightly. “Would you like to meet with some of the students or discuss some questions I have about organizing our protest?”