She had been out shopping and had stopped to listen to the
speakers at the protest. Speakers like Ibrahim, who grew up in Gaza with family
still there, like June, of the Scottish Palestinian Solidarity Campaign, who
read out a poem written earlier that week by a young mother living in Gaza, who
got a phone call from “someone who knew my name” warning her family that their
home would be bombed and to leave; speakers like seasoned trade unionist, Brian,
who wept when he heard of the killing earlier that week of the four little boys
playing football on the beach.
“I didn’t know,” she said, “Tell me what I can do.”
