Last Thursday, a hefty middle- aged police officer on horseback sat on his mount in the middle of a crowd of Ethiopian men and women. The sun was beating down on the protesters, who had blocked Route 1 heading north from Jerusalem, and the crowd was berating the policeman.
“You want to beat us? So beat us! You’re used to it, right?” Another asked him, “Don’t you have any shame? I was in the Golani [infantry brigade], my brother was in Gaza!” The police officer tried to argue back, but when he seemed on the verge of telling them off, his commander rushed over: “Shhh, stop, go back, no more,” he instructed.