Did you feel your heart beating in your throat as the crowd closed in, the swolen passover crowd, some jeering, some just strangers trying to see what was happening, blocking your access, blocking your view, blocking you. Did you struggle through the backways to catch up, the need to be there like panic burning in your heart, pulling you and the others like a magnet, your son, your light your life. And when you finally caught up, and saw him, sprawled out on the road, rough hands trying to yank him upright, bloody, beaten, exhausted, muscles trembling in their fatigue,...