“One day I saw an elderly Palestinian. Really old. With a long white beard, his face all wrinkles, carrying two shopping bags, passing by a small religious Jewish boy, probably a first-grader, six to seven years old, maximum nine. The child came up, looked at the Arab in the eye – mind you, this is a street that both Jews and Arabs are allowed to use – and said to him: ‘You filthy Arab!’ spat in his face and ran off. Far away, he climbed some roof and threw stones at him. I was shocked.”
The deepening corruption
