Palestine, media, Jordan, community radio, online journalism
Until my family and I landed in New Jersey in August 2007, I had lost touch with what it meant to be a US citizen. I had arrived in Jersey City in 1969 as a 14 year old boy with my family who immigrated from the Palestinian areas. In 1980 after college and a few…
It ended rather quickly. After punching in the grades on the special peoplesoft web site of the university my last formal activity at Princeton University was over. In the span of this year I taught upper class students a seminar entitled New Media in the Arab world, ran a freshman seminar class entitled Authentic Arab…
published in the Huffington post The Kippa, the Keffiya, Green and Orange by Daoud Kuttab Upon arriving for my freshman orientation at Messiah College in Grantham, Pennsylvania back in 1971, I was asked to wear a cardboard beanie. Having just come from Jerusalem I was rather upset at having to wear that head covering. The…
Daoud Kuttab: Journalism Professor at Princeton Veteran Arab journalist Daoud Kuttab left for the US August 9th to take up a teaching post at Princeton University. Kuttab is the first Arab to ever win the prestigious Ferris Journalism  Professorship. He plans to teach a course on new media in the Arab world.  Kuttab who writes in local…
Pardon is not  part of the Israeli lexicon? By Daoud Kuttab I still remember that hot day in the summer of 1994 when Jordan’s King Hussein signed the peace treaty with Israel’s Yitshaq Rabin in Wadi Araba. I had gone down to cover the event and remember Buthina Duqmaq of the Mandella Institute for…
By Daoud Kuttab Both my parents were away from home on the eve of the June 1967 war and I was home alone with my younger siblings. At the time we were living near in a rented house next to Rachel’s Tomb just outside Bethlehem. Jordanian soldiers were posted near our home and I remember…
The following appeared in the New York Times TimesSelect section under the heading in the Line of Fire August 2, 2006, 9:31 pm By Daoud Kuttab, Ramallah, West Bank For about three hours on Tuesday, I was really concerned. My sister Grace and her four children were traveling from Jordan to see relatives in the…
By Daoud Kuttab The problem in our household after the triple bombing in Amman was how to tell our six year old daughter, Dina. The urgency of the problem was because the Jordanian government had called for a day of mourning the following day and schools were expected to be closed. Because she is so…