Speaking As A New Yorker, I Found

There's Been Essentially The Same Analysis Over And Over Again And Very Little Allowance Made For Different Views And Interpretations And Reflections.

Until The June 1967 War I Was Completely Caught Up In The Life Of A Young Professor Of English. Beginning In 1968, I Started To Think, Write, And Travel As Someone Who Felt Himself To Be Directly Involved In The Renaissance Of Palestinian Life And Politics.

I Emphasize In It [my Orientalism] Accortdingly That Neither The Term Orient Nor The Concept Of The West Has Any Ontological Stability; Each Is Made Up Of Human Effort, Partly Affirmation, Partly Identification Of The Other.

Much As I Have No Wish To Hurt Anyone's Feelings, My First Obligation Has Not Been To Be Nice But To Be True To My Perhaps Peculiar Memories, Experiences And Feelings.

Power, After All, Is Not Just Military Strength. It Is The Social Power That Comes From Democracy, The Cultural Power That Comes From Freedom Of Expression And Research, The Personal Power That Entitles Every Arab Citizen To Feel That He Or She Is In Fact A Citizen, And Not Just A Sheep In Some Great Shepherd's Flock.