Haaretz, May 31, 2017
Suddenly, my left arm was wrenched behind me, wrist twisted, and pushed so high that my fingers were above my left shoulder blade. My hat came off and I screamed in pain. As a veteran of a combat unit, I am familiar with pain. But I could not tell if my shoulder was still in its socket or if my arm was breaking.
[...] [He] pushed me along until beyond the barrier and with a final wrench of my shoulder shouted furiously “TO THE GARBAGE!”
[...] I took a few steps, stumbled to the ground, and lay for a few minutes writhing in pain. Not one security official turned to check if I needed medical assistance [....]
But the way forward lies more in what occurred in Jerusalem on Wednesday than in Tel Aviv on Saturday.