Ear­li­er this week, David Har­ris-Ger­shon wrote about how his mem­oir, What Do You Buy the Chil­dren of the Ter­ror­ist Who Tried to Kill Your Wife? (Oneworld Pub­li­ca­tions), con­vinced the New York Post to advo­cate for Israel’s destruc­tion. He has been blog­ging here all week for Jew­ish Book Coun­cil and MyJew­ish­Learn­ing.

In radio and news­pa­per inter­views I’ve done recent­ly, a sin­gu­lar ques­tion has been asked more than any oth­er: if your wife was the one injured in a ter­ror­ist attack, why are you the one telling your sto­ry?

It’s a sim­i­lar ques­tion I asked myself when, in the wake of the 2002 Hebrew Uni­ver­si­ty bomb­ing, I began suf­fer­ing from PTSD-like symp­toms. Hyper­ven­ti­lat­ing in pub­lic and unable to sleep at night, I’d ask myself, Why are you not okay? You weren’t injured, your body was­n’t pierced by shrap­nel, you’re not a vic­tim. Why must you behave as one?

And it was this thought – you’re not a vic­tim – that pre­vent­ed me from seek­ing help, even after my wife had gained a remark­able mea­sure of psy­cho­log­i­cal heal­ing after the attack. It was­n’t until years lat­er, research­ing sec­ondary vic­tim­hood as I pre­pared to rec­on­cile with the fam­i­ly of the Pales­tin­ian bomber who tried to kill my wife, that I came to under­stand just how wrong I was.

For in try­ing to under­stand myself and my moti­va­tions for such a rec­on­cil­i­a­tion quest, I came to under­stand that sec­ondary trau­ma is not just real. It can be just as pow­er­ful and debil­i­tat­ing as the pri­ma­ry trau­ma itself. I came to learn that sec­ondary vic­tim­hood exists not just in the vic­tim’s imag­i­na­tion, but in clin­i­cal research as well.

This is some­thing I explore in my mem­oir, What Do You Buy the Chil­dren of the Ter­ror­ist Who Tried to Kill Your Wife? For in the book, I exam­ine psy­cho­log­i­cal stud­ies which show that jour­nal­ists who cov­er trau­mat­ic events often exhib­it the exact same psy­cho­log­i­cal dis­tress­es as the pri­ma­ry vic­tims they cov­er. And some­times, remark­ably, spous­es of war vet­er­ans will not only exhib­it iden­ti­cal PTSD symp­toms as their part­ners, but will some­times respond to the exact same stim­uli – the blades of a heli­copter over­head, fire­works erupt­ing – despite nev­er hav­ing set foot on a battlefield. 

For many years after the Hebrew Uni­ver­si­ty attack, I refused to view myself as a vic­tim – refused to give myself such license – even as I strug­gled to breathe and sleep. 

Today, when asked by jour­nal­ists why I’ve writ­ten a mem­oir, and not my wife, I breathe deeply and say: because we were both vic­tims, and this is my story.

David Har­ris-Ger­shon is Grand­SLAM sto­ry­telling win­ner for The Moth as well as a pop­u­lar blog­ger on Pales­tin­ian-Israeli issues for Tikkun mag­a­zine, a reg­u­lar con­trib­u­tor to Dai­ly Kos, and a peri­od­ic essay­ist for The Jerusalem Post. Keep up with him here.


David Har­ris-Ger­shon is Grand­SLAM sto­ry­telling win­ner for The Moth as well as a pop­u­lar blog­ger on Pales­tin­ian-Israeli issues for Tikkun mag­a­zine, a reg­u­lar con­trib­u­tor to Dai­ly Kos, and a peri­od­ic essay­ist for The Jerusalem Post. He received his MFA from the Uni­ver­si­ty of North Car­oli­na, Wilm­ing­ton, and has pub­lished work in numer­ous venues, includ­ing Col­orado Review, the Pitts­burgh Post-Gazette, and Pas­sages North. He lives with his fam­i­ly in Pittsburgh.