GAZA FREEDOM MARCHES?

NOVANEWS
On Saturday we went on a non-violent demonstration in central-east Gaza. We marched into the buffer zone. We were quite close to Israeli soldiers. One Palestinian woman was carrying a small child, maybe two years old, with her. She could have left the baby at home. She didn’t. The young men were the bravest, staggeringly so. They repeatedly ran up ahead of the larger contingent, to the border fence, planting Palestinian flags within 20, then 10 meters from the border, then on the border, running at dead sprints, dancing, waving the flag.
These boys are frustrated beyond belief. But they are brave, and the younger shebab run with them, boys of 8, 10, 11, maybe some even younger, little kids, standing, frontally challenging Zionism and the IDF. Quite literally so: we were in front of an olive and concrete IDF guard-post, next to a motion-sensor-cum-machine-gun-turret. When it’s about to fire, I was told, the metal petals on top peel back. The turret blooms. Beautiful.
No one ever goes into this zone, so young boys were scavenging for plastic sheeting, for irrigation pipes—quite expensive—and for fiber-optic cables, enormously expensive and presumably unavailable anywhere in Gaza. I have pictures of these young men. They were on land that Palestinians had not trod upon in years. One farmer said, 13 years. They were there to survive, to protest, to resist, but also, always, to provide for their families while doing so and to make sure that they’d grab something for their families’ livelihoods.
All this was amazing. And anyone compelled to comment on the Ghazzawy proclivity for violence, after watching hundreds of Palestinians non-violently marching, screaming, “This is our land!” should ferret out a dunce cap and fasten it to their skulls with epoxy. Or just glue it over their eyeballs. No way they’re using them.
See: jewbonics.blogspot.com