"I’ve already raised the white flag. I’ve stopped searching the dictionary for the word to describe half of a boy’s missing head while his father screams “Wake up, wake up, I bought you a toy!” "
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I’m fed up with the failed efforts at competing with the abundance of orchestrated commentaries on Hamas’ goals and actions, from people who write as if they’ve sat down with Mohammed Deif and Ismail Haniyeh, and not just some IDF or Shin Bet security service source. Those who rejected Fatah and Yasser Arafat’s peace proposal for two states have now been given Haniyeh, Hamas and BDS. Those who turned Gaza into an internment and punishment camp for 1.8 million human beings should not be surprised that they tunnel underneath the earth. Those who sow strangling, siege and isolation reap rocket fire. Those who have, for 47 years, indiscriminately crossed the Green Line, expropriating land and constantly harming civilians in raids, shootings and settlements – what right do they have to roll their eyes and speak of Palestinian terror against civilians?
Hamas is cruelly and frighteningly destroying the traditional double standards mentality that Israel is a master at. All of those brilliant intelligence and Shin Bet brains really don’t understand that we ourselves have created the perfect recipe for our very own version of Somalia? You want to prevent escalation? Now is the time: Open up the Gaza Strip, let the people return to the world, the West Bank, and to their families and families in Israel. Let them breathe, and they will find out that life is more beautiful than death."
Amira Hass writes a soul searching article in Ha'aretz. Her piece is followed by streams of comments which might in other worlds be described as hate mail.
Well over 500 Gazans dead, and IDF taking casualties every day. For what?
An ill wind has been blowing from the sea these past few days - the kind that whips your hair in your face and blows papers from your hand. It stirs things up, and froths up the anxious feeling I already have in my stomach every minute of the day. The war may be raging away from here, but it is also being waged in the souls of the people in this city.
The night before last we were awake most of the night hearing triumphant fireworks which we mistook for further graduations, but discovered the next morning were in celebration of a kidnapped Israeli soldier. The war is certainly here, too.
A wonderful young Israeli academic we had dinner with last night described seeing a dusty, exhausted Israeli soldier walking down her road that morning in West Jerusalem, coming home to his wife, who was in her car outside their apartment, tooting and tooting on her horn so he would see her, in floods of tears at the vision before her.
In our little double reality, I sat with the dwarves last night, our bare legs interlaced on the sofa, and watched Rashimi's choice - 'Peppa Pig: International Day' where Madame Gazelle gets all the children to dress up as a different nationality and sing together: 'Peace and harmoneeeee! In all the world! Peace and harmoneeeee, in all the World!'
And I had a sudden ludicrous image of getting the world's war mongerers to board an enormous cruise ship and sing it out together until they had nothing left to fight about. I could see it in lights: 'The Three Terrors!' replacing Pavarotti, Placido and Carreras with Abu Bakr Al Baghdadi, Netanyahu and Putin. Ayatollah Khomeini as understudy (for once in his life), and make Tony Blair conduct.
Man overboard for misbehaviour.
The Lozenge asked his usual question for when my face is in repose and obviously not lit up enough for his liking: 'Are you happy Mummy?'
'Yes, my sweetheart. I'm really happy.'
One day I can tell him about my dream.
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I’m fed up with the failed efforts at competing with the abundance of orchestrated commentaries on Hamas’ goals and actions, from people who write as if they’ve sat down with Mohammed Deif and Ismail Haniyeh, and not just some IDF or Shin Bet security service source. Those who rejected Fatah and Yasser Arafat’s peace proposal for two states have now been given Haniyeh, Hamas and BDS. Those who turned Gaza into an internment and punishment camp for 1.8 million human beings should not be surprised that they tunnel underneath the earth. Those who sow strangling, siege and isolation reap rocket fire. Those who have, for 47 years, indiscriminately crossed the Green Line, expropriating land and constantly harming civilians in raids, shootings and settlements – what right do they have to roll their eyes and speak of Palestinian terror against civilians?
Hamas is cruelly and frighteningly destroying the traditional double standards mentality that Israel is a master at. All of those brilliant intelligence and Shin Bet brains really don’t understand that we ourselves have created the perfect recipe for our very own version of Somalia? You want to prevent escalation? Now is the time: Open up the Gaza Strip, let the people return to the world, the West Bank, and to their families and families in Israel. Let them breathe, and they will find out that life is more beautiful than death."
Amira Hass writes a soul searching article in Ha'aretz. Her piece is followed by streams of comments which might in other worlds be described as hate mail.
Well over 500 Gazans dead, and IDF taking casualties every day. For what?
An ill wind has been blowing from the sea these past few days - the kind that whips your hair in your face and blows papers from your hand. It stirs things up, and froths up the anxious feeling I already have in my stomach every minute of the day. The war may be raging away from here, but it is also being waged in the souls of the people in this city.
The night before last we were awake most of the night hearing triumphant fireworks which we mistook for further graduations, but discovered the next morning were in celebration of a kidnapped Israeli soldier. The war is certainly here, too.
A wonderful young Israeli academic we had dinner with last night described seeing a dusty, exhausted Israeli soldier walking down her road that morning in West Jerusalem, coming home to his wife, who was in her car outside their apartment, tooting and tooting on her horn so he would see her, in floods of tears at the vision before her.
In our little double reality, I sat with the dwarves last night, our bare legs interlaced on the sofa, and watched Rashimi's choice - 'Peppa Pig: International Day' where Madame Gazelle gets all the children to dress up as a different nationality and sing together: 'Peace and harmoneeeee! In all the world! Peace and harmoneeeee, in all the World!'
And I had a sudden ludicrous image of getting the world's war mongerers to board an enormous cruise ship and sing it out together until they had nothing left to fight about. I could see it in lights: 'The Three Terrors!' replacing Pavarotti, Placido and Carreras with Abu Bakr Al Baghdadi, Netanyahu and Putin. Ayatollah Khomeini as understudy (for once in his life), and make Tony Blair conduct.
Man overboard for misbehaviour.
The Lozenge asked his usual question for when my face is in repose and obviously not lit up enough for his liking: 'Are you happy Mummy?'
'Yes, my sweetheart. I'm really happy.'
One day I can tell him about my dream.
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