I don’t think anybody quite understands what President Donald Trump is proposing in Gaza. At its most idealized form, anyway. Think of the territory reframed as a kind of Dubai. A sparkling, sprawling, high-rise fusion-mix of resort, conference center, Ferrari dealership, off-shore banking haven, yacht marina, and hotel spa. Gazans get rehoused while the futuristic commercial leviathan gets built. Many of them work there, along with other groups. Then they return and live there, along with other groups. (“Palestinians can also live there.”) They even get some ownership, lots of it, maybe most of it like the Gulfies. 

But that’s hardly the point because, there and elsewhere, we are entering a new reality where ownership no longer attaches to place in the old way, or identity to indigeneity or custom to landscape. Not just in Gaza but in the present and future, everywhere. Because everybody will have shares in real estate corporations all around the world. We will all own bits of Gaza, along with Gazans.