There was that one and only time when I found myself being cruel to an Arab. It was when I threw his car keys into a garbage truck that was just passing by.

When was that? There was this thing, that when I arrived to the company, they were guys who refused to serve with me because I was, about every single thing: [I'm going to report] it to the IDF spokespersons’ unit. If you carry on like this, I'm calling the IDF spokespersons unit, I don't care, you will not slap someone in front of me. Like that, very extreme. They were – I’d go for a second to the bathroom, someone would come with me, I’d come back and there’s someone in the armored post who is as if being interrogated about something. So I’d open the door and kick up a fuss for them to send the guy away. And there were lots of soldiers who’d punish Arabs. “You were out during curfew, so I'll punish you.”

Like what? Punishment like detaining him, making him stand with his face to the wall, all kinds of stuff like that. Like a classroom punishment. A guy makes a 50-year-old man stand in the corner, like he’s a schoolboy being punished. Standing with his face to the wall, staring. It happened a lot, punishing them for things they did.

Were there other degradations? There were, all kinds. More like checking their pockets, stuff like that. Stuff that not even...

Really turning out the pocket? Show me what you’ve got, yes. A guy has shown his ID card, we’ve checked it on the radio, all clean, there’s nothing, and then it starts. We didn't get an answer the radio, start emptying everything, pockets, stuff like that – just because the guy made a face, rolled his eyes. As punishment. You didn't speak nicely, we'll punish you. Very... So that's it, and then an Arab came and he was very, he was driving during curfew, he tried to explain that his mother, she needed medicine and he was driving to bring her the medicine and blah blah blah. So I said to him: Okay, but stop. He keeps driving. He’s explaining it to me and driving, like: Okay, but my mother and this and that. I said to him: But stop, but stop. So then the soldier who was with me cocked his weapon at him and I said: What, are you crazy? Why are you cocking your weapon at him? So the guy leaves the car, like: Nothing, nothing, nothing. Then he said to him, the soldier who was with me: Give her the keys. So he gives me the keys and then I don't know what happened, and we told him he can’t go. So he got really pissed off and tried to grab the keys from my hand. My reaction was, just as he tried to grab the keys, a garbage truck passed by, and I just went like this, I threw them into the garbage truck that was passing by, and it drove away.

Was he pissed off? Pissed off? He got up, and looked at me like this. He wasn't angry, he didn't show anger, he stood there, like this. So I said to him: Bye, salamat, goodbye, go, you’re not allowed to drive anyway. And only afterwards, when I got back to the company… And the soldiers used that car for joyrides, day and night.

What do you mean? The soldier who was with me asked the soldiers at the next post to stop the garbage truck, and they took the key out.

Out of the truck? Yes, they took it out. That guy left on foot, he walked, left the car, closed it, kind of locked it and went. So the key stayed with us, the soldiers, and they’d drive it around at night. All the soldiers probably knew already that it’s a car that a soldier is driving around, even though it was a Palestinian's car.

Who knew? The soldiers at the posts knew that we were going around in the car. We had a soldier who didn't have a license and they tried to teach her to drive in that car.

When was this? It was relatively towards the end of my [service], I was really senior, yes.

So you throw the key away, and the whole company takes joyrides. It was always that, the moment the guy comes back to get the key, comes back to the post or something, someone will say it's his. But he never came back for the car. Every night, they would take a joyride and park it back by the post, but no one came to demand it.

How did it end? How did it end? We brought the car to the police.

And the police dealt with it? Dealt with it? You know, it's some Palestinian's vehicle, and our police. It stayed there, I assume. I don't think anyone came and demanded it from the Israeli police. A Palestinian is going to go and look for his car? I doubt he’d go there, it was in that neighborhood at the top, I don't remember what it’s called.

Givat Ha’avot. Right, Givat Ha’avot. There are some cars there that I think have been sitting there for a long time. I don't think it would be simple for someone would to go and ask for them there. Can you imagine a Palestinian going to the police station there and demanding his vehicle, which was confiscated when he was driving during curfew? I don't know, if he didn’t come to ask for it back when it was at the post, he didn't even come to try and open it or anything. They key was there at the post the whole time.