Conflict in Copley Square

Walking from Back Bay Station tonight toward home, I had to pass through a microcosm (or maybe it was more a reenactment) that characterized the intransigence of the situation in Gaza. Two throngs, one supportive of Israel and the other of the citizens of Gaza, were being held apart by Boston police officers in Copley Square. 

While held apart physically, each side nevertheless pummeled the other with taunts and chants indicting one another as perpetrators, cease-fire breakers, child murderers, terrorists, etc. I just wanted to get home . . . it was cold. 

Should I indict myself as one of the masses who care, but not to the point where I want to be enmeshed in the debate by taking a position?