I can’t say what seems to me the worst of Mohammad Mukheir’s ordeal. Whether the torture by the soldiers, or the harsh discovery that his parents cannot protect him. And their almighty image, smashed to smithereens. Or was it the insight, cast in him at such a young age, that regardless of who he is, what kind of a person, that for the various Israelis he has met and will meet all his life he is not “who” but “what”. Full article.