You are 13 years old. One day, you see some soldiers of the
occupation army. They are bristling with weapons and body armor, they
are protected by watchtowers, helicopters, they are equipped with radios
that can call down a missile or an airplane to destroy your home in a
matter of minutes. Their very presence is a harsh, mocking, inescapable
emblem of your family's pain and degredation. And so, on this day, you
pick up a stone -- a stone -- and throw it, in a weak and futile
gesture, at these impregnable figures.
And for throwing this stone -- a stone, a small, hand-sized fragment of stone -- this is what happens to you. From Israel's ynetnews:
Karem, a 13-year-old boy from Hebron, was arrested in late September on suspicion of hurling stones at Israel Defense Forces soldiers. After spending six days in the Ofer Prison, he was placed under house arrest for five months in his uncle's home and can't even go to school.
The boy's relatives say he is in a serious emotional state and is finding it difficult to recover from his days in prison. All he told his family members was that he was handcuffed and chained, and was sometimes left alone in a room or in solitary ....
The boy himself refuses to talk. Asked what he went through during the interrogation and in jail, he responds, "I don't know, I don't know."
Karem's grandmother says his mental state has influenced his health. "You can tell that he is afraid and frightened from his days in jail. He has fungus on his body and his skin has peeled from all the pressure, fear, and nerves. He barely talks. Today we looked for him and found him hiding in the chicken coop because he didn't want to talk to anyone."
It's just a small story; what does it matter? It's just a tiny incident,
far from the worst, in a vast, world-roiling conflict; what does it
matter? It's just the scarcely noticed ruination of one obscure child's
life; what does it matter? Only losers and lamesters, only those on the
margins, only those who aren't serious, who aren't savvy -- only those
who are struggling to keep hold of their humanity in the face of
implacable systems of power, systems which seek at every turn to degrade
and destroy what Arthur Silber calls "the sacred value of a single human life"
-- would care about such discarded wretches.