Haaretz, Jan. 9, 2017
several figures in between the illegal structures until the moment when two people, maybe more, knelt down and began firing at us.
There was nowhere to hide. Those seconds lasted forever. Out of the corner of my eye I saw the photographer taking pictures. It was Shabbat; I vividly remember that. With wobbly knees but with disgust that probably bolstered my voice, I shouted in Hebrew at the gunmen: “Are you allowed to fire guns on Shabbat?” And lo, thanks to my outstanding familiarity with the laws of our sacred religion, they stopped shooting. The photographer continued to take pictures, I noted to myself with some satisfaction.
[...] I didn’t count the number of Shabbat violators in sidecurls and skullcaps, and didn’t notice how the stone throwing began between them and the landowners and farmers.
At some point, the Shabbat violators grabbed the camera from Ackerman’s hands [....]
[...] [A]ccepting one video is not a source for rejoicing. On the contrary, it’s proof of the contempt for thousands of incriminating oral testimonies, and the fact that they have been buried. And even when there is photographic evidence or documented proof of the government’s criminality – the reigning civil and military bureaucracy creates a dominant language and consciousness that is no longer capable of recognizing the significance.