Note the woman’s flip-flops versus the jackboots. Note the nakedness and vulnerability of the child versus the armour of the soldiers. Note their faces against the facelessness of brutal power. And as the website points out, the only touch of humanity in the colour of the victim and the grey, blackness of her oppressors.
This came to me on the morning of Palm Sunday, when a parade of a different sort made it’s way into Jerusalem. The ultimate outcome of that event was little different from here. An innocent victim crushed beneath the impersonal, faceless, jackbooted agenda of power.