You are seeing them desperately trying to bait Palestinians into violence, so that they can respond by shooting up the surrounding area. And, they hope, starting up a feedback cycle of tit-for-big-tat violence which can be used as a totally purposeful justification for another military strike on the civilian infrastructure.
After Israeli military bulldozers, plated with armor and escorted by four Merkava tanks, had finished razing a 200-meter-wide swathe of Palestinian winter wheat in front of the homes in which we were drinking tea in Abasan Kabeer, we went back to Jaber and Layla’s rented home. Rented, because the house they own is too close to the border, 500 meters, and Israeli bulldozers are liable to destroy it and Layla and Jabar have small children. On our way we passed through the narrow streets of the village. We passed a very small boy and his brother, even smaller, hiding behind a fence off the main road. They had seen us from a distance. They were visibly shaking. One was Amir, he looked maybe five or six, the littler one three or four. They were visibly quaking, and would not say hello to us, and cowered behind their mother. She explained: it was because of our backpacks.
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