Rafah is a city on the southern end of the Gaza Strip, right on the border with Egypt. In 1956, the Israeli military killed 111 innocent civilians in its conquest of the region.
I first learned about Rafah early in high school when I read a graphic novel called “Footnotes in Gaza,” by journalist Joe Sacco. The book’s images and use of quotes captured my attention, and I was captivated the entire night until I finished it.
In the book, Sacco focused on one story, which had become only a footnote in the greater Palestinian-Israeli conflict.
Reading about such a tragic and politically complex event was hard for me then, and even now. However, through the use of comic book-style images and writing, I was able to see the story in a different way. Instead of words on a page, I saw hand-drawn images that captured the emotion of the events as they unfolded in the book.
Graphic novels and comic books like that one have been a primary source of information in my life. I grew up reading newspaper comics — or as my grandfather use to call them, “the funny papers” — in my local newspaper and in books my parents would buy me.
I remember my mom and grandfather asking on Sundays for the comics section of The Greensboro News & Record before they would even ask for the news. However, after a while, I began to feel comics were kids’ stuff, or something that was not fit for true literary pursuit. I just read what my English teachers and some of my more well-read friends said was “good” and never questioned the almighty traditional Western canon.
That mindset was a mistake.