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I think of Arna Bontemps recalling the Watts of his childhood in the 1931 novel “God Sends Sunday.”

On one of her trips, Arna Cohen of Bowie came across a specialty food store that devoted an entire aisle to that most acquired of tastes: black licorice.

Wrote Arna: “Score! My husband and I love black licorice — though he likes the horrible salty stuff. I loaded up on a wide variety and happily packed it in my carry-on.”

Wrote Arna: “He replaced it in my bag and sent me on my way. All I can imagine is that it looked like plastic explosives or something on the X-ray.”

A far younger Zubeidi appears in the archival footage of “Arna’s Children,” a 2004 documentary about a children’s theater founded in the Jenin refugee camp in the late 1980s by Arna Mer-Khamis, an Israeli Jewish activist who married a Palestinian and supported the Palestinian cause.