This picture comes from a blog I've been following quite closely over the past few months called Jews sans frontieres. It was posted under the caption of "This is Zionism" with a brief summary:
NYT, 9/13: "A settler tosses wine at a Palestinian woman on Shuhada Street in Hebron. The approach of some settlers towards neighboring Palestinians, especially around Nablus in the north and Hebron in the south, has often been one of contempt and violence."
I don't know what it is about this picture that just stirs my pot. Maybe it’s that look of blatant disregard. Or perhaps it’s because I once walked through those streets and that could have been me or my mother or my sister.
I'll never forget the day we left for Palestine. We sat for 6 hours at the border while security checked that my paternal Great Grandfather was indeed a man named Edward Brooks from the UK and it was established that I was not out to bomb all the holy places. But I noticed something odd. Almost all of the Israelis were between the ages of 18 and 26. Weirder still, they were nothing like what we expected. They were…ummm how to explain it…very ummm…polite, yes… almost apologetic! Even though nothing was verbalised. It was like they had a job to do and they were just following orders. It made me wonder then, how many people in this world are just “following orders”…acquiescing to greater requests from those greedy bastards in authority.
Of course I was the target of relentless questioning and in-depth searches as I usually am. I wonder, perhaps it’s because I look like a terrorist. Or maybe it’s because someone with a past steeped in fanaticism is parading around with my name. The first time my person was assaulted with such notions was in Egypt where I was cornered and cross-examined by officials demanding to know if I spoke Arabic.
Me? A terrorist? Pffft! I’m not “sanctimonious” enough. I'm every terrorists nightmare...everything they abhor in the world. I’m a humanist even though I hate most humans. I’m the Paradox of Paradoxes but at the core I love and strive for Divine Justice in any setting. I have a better chance of being something rebellious like a movie star. So if they want to charge me on anything, it will have to be for being a Drama Queen.
The second time was epic because it’s not every day that officials in Dubai will actually stop the plane…like literally pull the aircraft off the runway to come and ask a passenger for their boarding pass. Like how the hell did they think I got there in the first place?