Israel Protest

Tonight walking out of work I heard an amplified voice, speaking in all capitols coming from the center of a dense black coated crowd in the middle of Copley Square. My initial instinct, callow as I am, is always to avoid anyone who seems to be protesting or fundraising some good cause or another. The notion is always overwhelming, to wrap my mind around a cause I probably know nearly nothing about and come down in favor or against it all in the span of a moment. I should have already made up my mind, and it should be unswayable.
I wandered closer and tried to see where exactly the rally or speech was coming from. As I stepped closer I clearly heard a woman's voice speaking out against Hamas and in support of Israel. Unambiguous, unwavering, pure support of Israel against the inhuman, anti-semitic, genocidal Hamas that uses human shields and kills Israeli children without hesitation. She spoke from a small platform either on the steps of Trinity Church or just off to the side, and was surrounded by men and women in red caps waving Israeli flags. The crowd was surrounded by glinting chain link fences. Police in black uniforms trimmed with reflective neon green stood around, inspecting the crowd, standing between the tiny group of pro-Palestine counter-protesters and the even smaller (apparent) group of Jews who oppose Israel's allegedly unbalanced counter-attacks on Palestine.
I tried to get closer to the center to find out who this woman speaking was, where she came form and how she could so decisively support Israel 100%. A tall, broad limbed policeman glance down at the silver cylinder in my hand when I pressed the button on the top down with a click. I took a sip of green tea, bracing hot within the frigid metal exterior of the thermos, and he looked away. Annoyed for only a second at his suspicion, I realized that my thermos looked too much like a bomb to be a bomb: a metal tube with a bright yellow mechanism in the top with a pressable button.
Just a few days ago I witnessed a group of stomping protesters decrying Israel's unbalanced attacks, labeling them murderers. It's so bizarre to me that the way we talk about Israel and Palestine is SO unilateral, so black and white. You're either an elite liberal anti-Semite who blames Israel for everything, or a Bible-thumping hillbilly who hates Arabs and supports Israel to suck up to The Holy Land in case of the, you know, Revelation. I don't understand how I could come to any definitive, satisfying, non-wishy-washy conclusion: Hamas has committed itself to the destruction of the Jewish state and sends daily barrages of rockets against Israel; Israel insists on annexing land away from the Palestinians, because the Torah says they are supposed to have it, launches a massive strike that indiscriminately kills Palestinian soldiers and civilians. Neither side if innocent. I don't understand how you could side utterly with one side or the other, and yet I also don't understand how you could label someone a bigot for siding more with one than the other. I thought the two-party system was divisive and destructive...