All the stories I had heard growing up, from my father, uncles, brother, and cousins, about what to do while being interrogated had primed me for this moment. I thought specifically of my father’s story of the interrogation that nearly killed him in 1993, years before I was born, when Israel falsely accused him of killing an Israeli settler. That interrogation was so brutal, and my father’s injuries so severe, that Human Rights Watch documented what occurred. I’d heard my father retell the story many times throughout my childhood.
