It's What I Do: A Photographer's Life of Love and War

by Lynsey Addario

the man beside me looked at my face and down at my stomach and instinctively made a human gate around me,

If the Israeli soldiers were doing this to me, a New York Times journalist accredited by the Israeli government itself, who had called the press officer in advance to graciously ask to be manually searched, how on earth did

they treat a poor, Palestinian pregnant woman? Or a nonpregnant Palestinian woman? Or a Palestinian man? The thought terrified me.