"He's a hurter, not a hater." The quiet woman said

  of her brother.  "We're Belgium, not (i)this(i)." Eyes indicated the wall of people protecting people.  "We're not supposed to tell you we're Americans.  Let that one through," an outraged Jewish American woman told some Jewish men in uniform.  Shouts of (i)Heil Hitler(i) rattled the fragility of the air.  Feet stomping forward. 

  "Get UP!  GET UP!"