Before Ze’ev was William Chafets – a rough-around-the-edges kid raised just outside Detroit in an era when muscle cars and Motown harmonies still filled the streets.
Raised by working-class Jews in Pontiac, Michigan, Chafets watched factories hum and borders blur around racial, religious, and political lines.
Detroit in the 1950s and 1960s was a place of emergence and combustion, and it made Chafets a witness who was willing to go even where the story got messy…like halfway around the world into another powder keg: the Middle East.


