For the last couple Fridays I
have gone to Bethany for the protests with the purpose of finding something
exceptional to share in the blog. Once again on the 7th the whole
spectacle was remarkably similar, even cyclical, as is the life of people here.
Nothing changes with each
wave of demonstrations; the wall hasn’t crept an inch forward or backward and
nobody feels any differently on the Saturday than they did on the Thursday
other than the unlucky couple boys who might have got shot.
Watching it again today (7/2)
it felt like a poorly scripted play that I had already seen. There is no
climax, no epic standoff where all is resolved and the tale ends. Instead over
a period of two hours or so, the lads creep up to the wall, get up to their
normal tricks and then drop quickly when the tear gas comes back from the other
side, then over the course of the next half hour the lads creep up again, maybe
have ago at a fire or something a bit adventurous before the tear gas comes
back (and on another day some rubber bullets).
On this particular day I left
during a détente but as I returned ran into a cloud of gas that had collected
on the road. Mothers were rushing their children inside and I sat there weeping
dispassionately.
Finally trudging back to Abu
Dis I started thinking about my plan for the coming week and what I might do
next Friday.
In the end I just decided to
go back there for next the protest …
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