Like Abraham, I set out from Ur of the Chaldees to the hill country of Canaan, a journey of about thirty metres. Chances are you were able to move from Ur to the adjoining room, which displayed ‘The Iron Age kingdoms: Israel and Judah’. There was indeed a tiny piece of land called Palestine three millennia ago. Palestine). Instead, the world’s oldest hatred rages, the world’s one indispensable nation resists, and the notion of Palestine remains little more than an Islamo-Marxist plot.