To some extent Xenophobia, and its fellow traveler companion resistance to change occurs everywhere exactly the same anytime there is a change in the neighborhood.
So here is my story, as my high school graduate mother got divorced by my University Professor Dad. Quite a economic come down for my mother, as she had to give up home in a more prosperous area of town. But somewhat with some help from my father's university colleagues, she was able to get a loan to buy a house in a less prosperous part of the same town. As she got an almost minimum wage job at the local university.
Lets just put it this way, when we moved in, we were not exactly welcomed with open arms. I was not even high school age yet, my brother was far younger and my sister was a little older. But it was my mother that was far more threatening, didn't she know, riff raff like her did not belong in that neighborhood, and only those who had made it in business, or had advanced degrees from Universities, add in divorced and single, and surely she would drag down the whole neighborhood. People like her were supposed to move across to the other side of the river where she belonged. The initial hostility was so strong you could cut it with a knife.
Still my mother and our family stayed, and worse yet prospered, and eventually were able to burn the mortgage. I made friends with some of the neighbors after 10 years or so, and the hostilities abated. As old time owners died or moved away, we were always there to help the new neighbors move in. Later my brother and sister moved far away, I took a job in a town 40 miles away, but every weekend I came back to help my mother.
Meanwhile, one of the long time neighbors suffered a quite human fate as old age caught up with them. He remained mentally sharp as a tack while arthritis and semi blindness totally debilitated him. His wife remained healthy as a horse, but descended into total Alzheimer. Between them they made one whole person, and I helped them maintain their house, changing windows and fuses, on the weekends, and it allowed them to live in their house with dignity for five years longer than normal. As for me, the ole coot was so living in the past, he thought 50 cents an hour was a handsome wage in 1985. But I did not care, we were now part of the neighborhood. Sadly there is no cheating death forever, he suffered a massive stroke and died a few days later. His far flung children returned, tossed their mother in a nursing home, and she soon died too. Now its 20 years later, and my Mom is still there, the most senior resident of the entire neighborhood. And even if I still live 40 miles all my mother's neighbors do much to help her now that she can no longer drive.
Now compare and contrast that with Israel, that suffered far worse initial hostility. And ask what Israel has done to help any of its neighbors and earn a place in its neighborhood? If you guess nothing at all collect the prize. And here we are 63 years later, and Israel is even more hated than it was in 1948. Confronted with the choice of helping form a Palestinian State to help defuse hostilities, Israel picks greed over good will instead. As Israel regards everything that benefits its neighbors as bad for Israel.