I was going to let it go; let my feelings about the Palestinians and Arafat just go quietly into the night, without opening myself up to email from people who will accuse me of being unfeeling and dark hearted.
I saw this and cringed.
I still don't understand how someone can victimize the Palestinians. The author of the above-linked article tries to get us to feel the plight of the people put out of their homes by Israeli tanks, but I'm not feeling it.
She mentions the people who were killed Tel Avivin the latest murderous show of aggression by terrorists, but she states, "This is the result of the ilegal Israeli occupation of Palestine, where the people are being squeezed to the point of explosion." As always with people like this writer, the victims of terroristic violence are not really victims, but deserving targets.
The wall is 8 metres high and 10 metres deep. The house demolition is somehow justified by the Israeli government as a necessity for the construction of this apartheid wall.
Apartheid? I think not. What other recourse does Israel have now? They have thus far refused to cave into the Hamas mentality of indiscriminate killing. You do not see IDF soldiers or civilian Israelis decked out in suicide gear with the goal of killing women and children. The cornered Arafat at one point, but did not kill him. And the bombings continue, the terrorism continues, the explosives laced with nails continue to be set off.
And what good would it do to kill Arafat anyhow? There are only others lined up to take his place. Others who will probably be fiercer and more callous and more murderous. Others who will not be satisfied until ever Israeli man, woman and child is dead.
I have said it before and I will say it again. The Palestinians live in a culture of violence. Build a wall around them. Keep them behind that wall and when they can't get out to kill Israelis, they will start killing each other.
They teach their children to hate. They raise them to be terrorists. They take pride in dressing infants in suicide gear. They hold school pageants where children walk around with bloody hands, pleased with themselves for portraying the death of innocent Israelis. The mothers weep with joy when their sons die in the line of terrorism, for they have acheived martyrdom, will be greeted by the virgins and the mothers can accept their blood money. They are congratulated when their sons and husbands kill. They dance with joy when babies are slaughtered in their beds.
A culture of hate. A culture of violence. There is no hope, no future for the Palestinians as long as their legacy is clouded with teaching of death and destruction.
They do not deserve, nor will they ever get, my sympathy. I do not feel for them. I do not wish them well.
I wish for one moment that they would feel the sorrow and pain of death that these families have, instead of the misguided glory they feel.
I wish them a giant impenetrable wall.