People say they come to my blog to get a perspective on the “situation” in Israel. Well, most of the time I try to write about the beautiful parts of living in Israel. Occasionally I have to write about the painful stuff too.
First, I will refer you to the Muqata, who writes about the terrorist incident last night where a 29 year old father of two was gunned down in his car. Every time there is a big “peace initiative” the terrorists have to come out and prove that they are still alive and kicking.
They are not just “alive and kicking” near Kedumim either. The other night two girlfriends of mine were driving home about 6:00 pm and Arabs threw rocks at their cars. The first friend managed to escape the rocks without any damage – the second friend ran over the rocks on the road and they seriously damaged her car (yeah, they were that big). This incident is another in a series in our area – a gas balloon was found in a tire on the other road leading from our yishuv recently. Last night there was a meeting with the army responsible for security. Things got a bit heated when the army official in charge claimed that they couldn’t arrest the stone throwers because they were “just 17 year olds”. (There are surveillance cameras that record these things so the perpetrators can be identified). One woman exploded at this statement. “My son, who was 17 at the time, was arrested simply for being in a ma’achaz (called illegal outposts in English). All he wanted to do is build another community in Israel and he was arrested. Why can’t you arrest Arabs of the same age if they trying to kill us with rocks?”
My kids downloaded a music video with the name, appropriately enough, “HaMatzav Shelanu” by Har-el Moyal. They look/listen to it at least twenty times a day, and it shows our “situation” from the point of view of the soldiers fighting these terrorists (who also suffer when the Prime Minister lets prisoners out. Why the hell should they risk their lives to kill and capture them if they are just going to be let out again?)
The words are all in Hebrew, but you don’t really need to know the language to understand what is happening. Just look at the faces – of the soldier, his parents, and his girlfriend.