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We arrived at the Port of Ashdod around seven or eight in the evening. The soldiers ordered us to grab our bags and passports and marched us to the gangway to disembark. Soon it was my turn. As two soldiers, both women, twisted my arms behind my back and folded me forward, I announced, in case some camera somewhere was rolling, “I’m a journalist, I’m press.” “We don’t give a fuck,” the soldier to my left hissed, and the other dug her nails into my scalp, pulling me by my hair across the port. By Diane Williams, from Issue 79 of McSweeney’s Quarterly Concern. …
摘自《哈泼斯杂志》(Harper's Magazine)第352卷 第2108期 · 2026年1月刊,Diane Williams。仅引用开头一小段供了解文章,版权归原刊所有,全文请阅读原刊。