I arrived in Israel early in the morning, and, shortly after dropping my things off at my cousin’s house, we headed for a gathering in front of the Knesset of families who had members either murdered or kidnapped on 10/7. The protest was as personal as it ever gets. There was a small platform and some sound equipment, but, when I arrived, they were not being used. There were a couple of tables where they were selling “bring them home” T-shirts, of which I bought two, one for my cousin and one for myself. There was also a table with simple refreshments. But mainly there were people sitting on plastic chairs in small circles of six or eight, silently sharing their ineffable grief.
