At the start of clashes, soldiers always try to catch someone, even if they haven't anything to do with it. They would then tie them to the bonnet on front of the jeep to discourage us from throwing stones, and use this to get nearer to us. Some people tied to the front would yell at us, "Why the fuck have you stopped throwing stones? You want to get fucked like me? Keep throwing them! Yes! Yes!" Of course, if you were the one tied to the front, you wouldn't want people throwing stones at you but you also didn't want to be the reason why others would be caught. Some, if guys accidently hit them with a stone while they were tied, would scream, "Aim, man! What are you doing?! Aim!"
One guy I knew who shouted this really suffered for it. It was in March 1988. When the Israeli soldiers took him off, they broke both of his arms in three places and both of his legs in two places. Then they pulled parts of his beard out from the roots and used pliers to pull out every one of his fingernails. Then they drove to Jenin Hospital and threw his injured body out of the moving jeep in front of the hospital like he was garbage. We were angry at what had happened to him. It was cited among us as another reason for the prevailing belief that it was better to be shot dead than caught by soldiers.
Actually, this wasn't the worst thing that happened to him. Later, after he was released from the hospital, he was lying at home in four casts, one on each limb. Two months into this horrendous experience, while the same clashes were still continuing, the soldiers broke into his house looking for protestors who had been throwing stones. They tried to arrest him for throwing stones!
It was bizarre. Here they were, trying to convince his mother that, half an hour ago, they had seen him throwing stones at the entrance of the village, three kilometres away! "It's true," said his mother, "he was throwing stones at the entrance of the village, but this was two months ago! This is why he's lying in bed with casts on his arms and legs! Of course, he wasn't doing it today!" The soldiers took him outside the village, removed his casts, and broke his arms and legs again. His family later heard that he had been dumped outside the hospital, again. He eventually recovered but could never do any heavy work. Today he is married and drives a van.
As if that wasn't enough, just when he had thought it was all over, he received a summons six years later - in 1994 - to appear on charges of 'endangering Israeli citizens by throwing stones.' He never attended the court, so they may still arrest him at any time. He may even have been sentenced, and they are just waiting for an convenient time for them to arrest him. He still lives under the shadow of this. Needless to say, the soldiers who broke his bones were never asked to appear in court.
Above: Israeli soldier in Jerusalem's Old City, sporting a flak jacket with teargas cannister pockets, an M-16 and a wooden club. United Nations personnel in the Gaza Strip reported to me in 1989 that a new version of the club, constructed from man-made materials, was withdrawn as "it was breaking before people's bones were."