Anger and Pain on the West Bank
A woman frantically waves us down while driving her car toward us. She tearfully cries out, pointing just down the street, "Over there, by the mosque. They just shot a boy in the head. His brains are still on the wall. Please hurry!"
We jump out of our car, run past a group of Israeli soldiers and head toward a tiny alley on the side of a plaza. There a group of wailing women and children stand in front of a large pool of blood.
An old woman comes up and tells me she had seen the whole incident from her window: Two Israeli jeeps, filled with soldiers looking for stone throwers, trap a young Palestinian in the alley. A soldier jumps out of his jeep and shoots the youth in the head, she said. Later, we heard the Israeli Army's version: Three soldiers in a jeep were trapped in the alley by stone throwers. One of the soldiers, while cocking his rifle to fire in the air, was hit by a stone; as he fell, his rifle went off, accidentally killing the boy.
Both versions were hard to believe. But after being in the West Bank for a week, I had concluded that much of what I saw made no sense.