Soldiers preparing to fire tear gas on boys
throwing stones about 100 meters away
Years ago in our Hebron apartment, we had a foam cushion insert on which someone had drawn a smiling face. Dubbed āHappy Foam Square,ā we would throw it at a wall when our work got frustrating, and doing so was surprisingly cathartic.
So in a small way, I understand why throwing stones feels good. I also understand, when I see the posters of small boys throwing stones at tanks, that their actions are brave. I understand why the narrative of an occupied people resisting one of the most technologically advanced militaries in the world with rocks and Molotov cocktails is a source of pride in some circles.
But monitoring clashes in Hebron has always been one of my least favorite things to do, because we have almost no impact on the situation, so little strategy is involved on the part of the Palestinian boys throwing things, and because the consequences for them can be dire.