The man who lit himself on fire on the steps of the embassy was willing to die for the cause. The last words on his lips, before he died screaming in agony, were “Free Palestine.”

What would it have looked like, instead, to live for that cause?

Could the martyr have accomplished any more over the course of a lifetime of painstaking little actions that nobody would remember?

If a million likes does not equal a movement, then what does?