I'm just aqsking you to face the consequences of your positions. I suppose it is hard to do.
OK, so I was off enlarging my rant while you posted this. You and GoJazz are hitting a sweet spot with me if you're saying the force of government is actually coming down on the side diminishing human liberty, with a government-favored sect getting a lot of room for harassing a kid on the street who is "different". I have seen some situations where the media was giving coverage like this, but from what I saw I thought it was being reported all wrong. But, in the larger context, I believe the government of Israel feels it's being squeezed at peril of it's very existence, and a lot of the people over there just have to cope with the extreme things being done by all the contentious factions somehow.
The thing that really sticks out in my mind was the day an Israeli friend took me into the Arab Quarter of Jerusalem with a group of tourists. I wandered over into an area called "The Pinnacle of the Temple", really just a section of the old city wall of Jerusalem that had a corner about two hundred feet high jutting out into a steep ravine, just opposite the old city cemetery. I guess I wasn't supposed to go there, I stepped over some barricades, but nobody else was around, and I got up on that wall. Then the Palestinian police saw me, and while I wandered off into a clump of olive trees and went down some stairs to take a close look at the Eastern Gate, I heard a lot of radios crackling. I poked my head up, and saw about forty cops all running over to where I had just been. I stepped across those barricades once again and went into the crowd over by the Dome of the Rock. All this in less than say about one football field. I really just don't like cops or governments anywhere, I suppose, but I realize now that I would have been taken in and held for a good long time by those police for my audacity of actually enjoying the best Jerusalem has to offer to a tourist.
But a few minutes later, back with my group, I was buying some carved olive items from a prospering Palestinian merchant, who asked me who I was with. Like an idiot, I said I had an Israeli guide, and to my horror I saw a murderous grin cross his face, while he picked him out, and several Palestinians started towards my friend. My friend saw what was happening, and realized immediately what was going on, and ran for his life. I saw a bunch of Palestinians chasing after him down the narrow street.
He escaped, and lived to try to tell me that while Israel does have so-called civil liberty and human rights, it's just a mistake to assume anything. Translation: In places where people are scrapping over every inch of rock/dirt/air for their very survival, it's really a war, and the high ideals of peaceful, secure governance are just pipe dreams. In places like that, you're doing good if you can survive somehow, and if you survive for the duration you're lucky.
But where were those Palestinian cops who had forty walkie-talkies crackling over the stray tourist an hour earlier? I didn't hear one peep of any effort to protect the Iraeli guide, who indeed was not wearing his identifiable customary clothing to go shopping. I rather got the impression they would have joined in the murder in the streets in broad daylight.
Just try to wrap your mind around a scene like that. There was no gratitude for the guide who brought in the customers, no effort at being considerate of others, or respectful.
Yep, I call that "war", and if I went there today I'd dress to the local custom if I went shopping. Or to school.