Everything above this point is a record of what was done to Palestinians. The band before this one is a record of what Palestinians made. This is the part that is hardest to photograph and easiest to leave out: that the making never stopped — that the dance, the bread, the grain, the stitch and the language are being done today, by people who were never instructed to keep them and did not need instructing.
Look at the first two photographs together. A line of men with joined hands in a courtyard some time before 1948, and a line of men with joined hands in a Gaza field in 2009. That is not an echo and a source. It is one thing, done twice — somewhere between sixty and a hundred and ten years apart, with a catastrophe in between.