Over the last century, the scarf - and the black-and-white version of it in particular - became closely tied to the Palestinian cause. No matter that school shootings in the US are overwhelmingly committed by white men - to the organizers of that drill and others like it, a keffiyeh was still a stereotypical image of violence. Just last year, a North Carolina police department used a man wearing a keffiyeh as a target for officers in a school shooting drill. I was, of course, wrong - as is to be expected from a kid gleaning so much meaning from a couple of frames in a Christmas movie. But seeing it worn casually in an American movie, even if it was merely in the background, felt like an embrace of my people - finally, something of ours didn’t seem threatening to Americans. (My grandfather often wore one on his head and my brother wore one around his neck as a teenager I would later wear one as a young adult.) It seemed as though anytime the keffiyeh did appear in Western media, it happened to be on the news and associated with violence of some kind.

Until that point, I had only ever seen people wearing keffiyehs in the Arab world. The traditional Middle Eastern scarf was on the screen for only a few seconds, but I remember feeling excited. It was a brief moment that most of the movie’s viewers probably never noticed: An extra, playing a street vendor, was wearing a keffiyeh. But it wasn’t the cartoonish chase that grabbed my attention. It’s the one where Kevin McCallister gets chased through the streets of New York by the two dimwitted burglars known as the Wet Bandits. There’s a scene in Home Alone 2 that stood out to me when I was a kid.

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