When a police officer asks you to hold out both wrists in front of you, it’s hard not to feel nervous. But instead of a pair of handcuffs, the stranger opposite me took a dab of coconut oil and carefully massaged it into my lower arms. This was the start of a Keti Koti Table, an extraordinary experience aiming to broker a dialogue about discrimination as people from different communities literally break bread. Here, at a police station in Zaandijk,…
Breaking bread, breaking the chains: ritual meals open dialogue
