When we finally reached the Israeli side, the humiliation deepened. Soldiers shouted “Ishlaḥ” – take off your shoes. We were herded into lines. My two-year-old cried when her pink Sketchers were taken and thrown into a pile with dozens of others. Then came the strip searches. In the cold of late winter, exhausted and hungry, my daughters sobbed as we were forced to undress under the gaze of armed soldiers.
This is the part in that open letter that really sticks for me. No wonder the Israelis can't see the crimes in their constant attacks, the whole regime is so dehumanising to the other. How do you deprogram, what seems, almost a whole nation?