I joined over 100,000 other disgruntled Israelis to protest and rally against the current government. The truth is, I was there more to observe than to voice my opinion; I let my body exist in Rabin Square to do the talking but I kept my mouth shut. I’m feeling very numb about the whole thing. It’s painful.
I will say I made an interesting observation that stood out for me: I can’t imagine being a kid going to rallies with my parents. There were so many young kids there. Maybe, for America, in the 60s it was different, but growing up in the 80s I would never have witnessed that, nor would my parents have taken me.
Anyway, here are some images to make up for my wordlessness:
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