We had to do it. What would we tell our children?

That we stayed home while our fellow Jews were violently ripped and forced from their homes?

No.

And we knew the risk was more than just possibly sitting in jail.

Yesterday, without instigation (for he was asleep in a tent when it started) A. was brutally beaten by a group of policemen under the watchful eye of their officer.

I won’t go into the graphic details, but let’s say that one of the policemen, unsure of his own masculinity, made sure to check A.’s during his hands-on brutality.

But A. courageously refused to hit back to avoid being framed for hitting an “Officer of the Law”.

So I won’t go into details how we did it, but we managed to go through nearly all the roadblocks on the way to Gush Katif. Where we made a mistake in one, we corrected it in the next.

In the end we didn’t manage to get in, as we reached our self-imposed deadline for attempts, but we learned enough to help others get in, in our stead.

We also met some amazing youngsters along the way, sneaking in by foot from Netivot and other locations. Future leaders of Clal Yisrael.

Meanwhile, another accidental maneuver taught us (and now others) how to slow down the procession of army vehicles to and from their disdainful task.

It won’t stop this immoral act, but at least it will slow it down and perhaps give some of the decent, if confused, soldiers we met along the way some time to think about what they are being ordered to do.

Wednesday plans to be interesting.