I cannot look at even the stills with out wanting to cry, my outrage melting into sheer sad empathy. We talk about the ethics of running videotape on the news of a person, a life, being snuffed out before our eyes. These kids have good instincts. They would not hesitate to continue shooting tape unless there is something the cameraman is able to do other than getting shot himself. And the death must be aired, the world must see, indeed, feel, the level of violence so they will understand fully.
Students bring up the bias in news reporting.
They talk of the details surrounding each Israeli death compared to the passing mention of 5 or 11 or 6 more Palestinians killed each day. The complacency I saw last year on campus has receded. There is talk of regional war. At the suggestion of an Egyptian friend, one colleague stocked up on food in case curfews are imposed. I feel no animosity towards me as an American.