Jonathan Klein of Getty Images says “No. But they’ve made a great impact!”
In Harms Way – War Photographers Zoriah and Alissa:
gilad shalit is 21 years old today. this is gilad’s 2nd birthday in captivity, somewhere in gaza, ever since his abduction on june 25th 2006. a young israeli soldier waits in a dark damp cellar, deep underground, secluded from the world, counting the days. perhaps he does not even realize it is his birthday today.
gilad may be an out of the ordinary young man, but as a soldier his destiny matters hugely to all israelis. military service plays a huge part in every israeli life. in a small country with a large recruited army everyone has a close relative or friend serving in the idf. no israeli can fail to be moved by gilad’s smiling face on the front pages of israeli newspapers, calling for his release and remembering his birthday, and by the ordeal of his family.
father, noam shalit, stands by a table decorated for a birthday party for gilad in the rabin square in tel-aviv. hila and i drove to tel-aviv to show our support for the family. it was the saddest birthday party i have ever attended.
the following mail was forwarded to me by micahel levgur – thanks micha!
the letter and follow up reading i did on the malki foundation site deeply touched my heart.
published here with permission and thanks to arnold roth.
28th June 2007
Today’s New York Times carries a review of a film called “Hot House” that goes inside Israeli prisons and examines the lives of Palestinian prisoners. We’re not recommending the film or the review. But we do want to share our feelings with you about the beaming female face that adorns the article.
You can see it here.
The film is produced by HBO. So it’s presumably HBO’s publicity department that was responsible for creating and distributing a glamor-style photograph of a smiling, contented-looking young woman in her twenties to promote the movie. That female is our child’s murderer. She was sentenced to sixteen life sentences or 320 years which she is serving in an Israeli jail. Fifteen people were killed and more than a hundred maimed and injured by the actions of this attractive person and her associates. The background is here.
Neither the New York Times nor HBO are likely to give even a moment’s attention to the victims of the barbarians who destroyed the Sbarro restaurant in Jerusalem and the lives of so many victims. So we would be grateful if you would pass along this link to some pictures of our daughter whose name was Malki. She was unable to reach her twenties – Hamas saw to that.
Though she was only fifteen years old when her life was stolen from her and from us, we think Malki was a beautiful young woman, living a beautiful life. We ask your help so that other people – far fewer than the number who will see the New York Times, of course – can know about her. Please ask your friends to look at the pictures – some of the very few we have – of our murdered daughter. They are at http://www.kerenmalki.org/photo.htm
And remind them of what the woman in the Israeli prison – the woman smiling so happily in the New York Times – said last year. ” I’m not sorry for what I did. We’ll become free from the occupation and then I will be free from prison.
“With so many voices demanding that Israel release its terrorist prisoners, small wonder she’s smiling.
With greetings from Jerusalem,
Frimet and Arnold Roth
On behalf of Keren Malki
that would have been my reaction a few days ago until i learned of him. and he had some pretty cool ideas too.
i thought it might provide some fuel for thought…
one God, one human race, full equality and an end to prejudice, inquisition, jihad, crusades, intifada, ethnic cleansing, intolerance, bosnia – herzegovina, darfur, taliban, al quada, cote d’ivoire, cyprus partition, east timor, kashmir, shiite and sunni in iraq, northern ireland, chechnya, tamils, … need i list more? so many connections between religion and atrocities in written history and to this day!
the bahai faith was founded in 1844 by baha-u-llah who taught of one God, one human race and that all the world’s religions have been progressive stages in the revelation of God’s will and purpose for humanity.
the bab was a persian who announced he had been sent by God to prepare humanity for a new age and the imminent appearance of the baha-u-llah, a messenger of God even greater than himself. the bab was martyred in 1850 (how not surprising). his remains were preserved and concealed for over 60 years, eventually transferred to the holy land and interred in 1909 in a mausoleum on the slopes of mount carmel in haifa israel.
the colonnade and golden dome, designed by canadian architect william sutherland maxwell, were completed in 1953 and today mark the bahai world center.
claiming more than 5 million followers in almost every country in the world, the second-most geographically widespread religion in the world – have you ever known a bahai?
and their gardening isn’t bad either!
i first ‘met’ ziv koren through his work displayed in the world press photo traveling exhibition displayed in tel-aviv. his shots simply stood out. i was captivated, as i hope you will be when through with this post.
numerous award winning israeli photographer ziv koren‘s 1995 photo of an exploded bus, published on the cover of ‘time international’, was selected in 2000 as one of the 200 most important images in the last 45 years by the world press photo association, besides receiving several other rewards.
another of ziv’s images displayed in world press photo, a ‘dolphin’ submarine on its way from the german manufacturer to its new home in the israeli navy, also caught my attention.
a few years later, as uri was nearing his draft to navy officers’ course, he also decided to redecorate his room. he was looking for a photo that had to do with the navy. i suggested he contact ziv to ask about buying a print. an amusing email interaction took place between uri and ziv. eventually, understanding that uri was not in a position to purchase a print at ziv’s usual prices, ziv sent uri the full res image file, allowing uri to make a print and then delete the file - a present for uri’s upcoming draft.
i next met ziv at a course on documentary photography i did in tel-aviv, run by contact magazine. ziv was an instructor that either discouraged you to the point of despair or pushed you to the limits of your creativity. brutal in his critique ziv made sure my feet were on the ground and that subjective owner’s euphoria didn’t cloud my sense of reality and direction. i learned a lot from this photographer, i greatly respect him and i admire his work!
today i ran into an online presentation that summarizes much of the work ziv has done over the last two decades in regard to the israeli-arab conflict. ziv has often placed himself on the edge of a knife to get the images he set out to achieve and his work is extraordinary.
do yourself a favor – follow the link below, click on the full screen icon at the bottom-right and and lock out everything else for 3:30 minutes.
“the armies of egypt, jordan, syria and lebanon are poised on the borders of israel…to face the challenge, while standing behind us are the armies of iraq, algeria, kuwait, sudan and the whole arab nation. this act will astound the world. today they will know that the arabs are arranged for battle, the critical hour has arrived. we have reached the stage of serious action and not declarations.” -jordanian king hussein after signing a defense pact with egypt in 1967.
a few years earlier in the 1960s pressure began to build. in may 1967 egyptian president gamal nasser began building up pro-war rhetoric in the media and then closed the strait of tiran to israeli shipping. the fatah group, headed by yasser arafat (recently deceased), began calling for war to eliminate israel. jordan signed a defense pact with egypt, readying itself for war. on june 4, iraq likewise joined a military alliance with egypt and committed itself to war stating “this is our opportunity to wipe out the ignominy which has been with us since 1948. our goal is clear – to wipe israel off the map.”
israel could not maintain total military mobilization indefinitely. when it became apparent that egypt would not stand down, israel attacked the egyptians beginning on june 5, 1967. in the first hours of the war, israel destroyed over 400 enemy aircraft to achieve total air superiority. israeli troops quickly conquered the sinai peninsula and gaza. jordanian artillery began firing at jerusalem on the first day of the war, despite a warning by israeli prime minister levi eshkol to stay out of the war, and then the jordan legion advanced and took over the headquarters of the un (governor’s house – armon hanatziv ) in jerusalem. after warning king hussein repeatedly to cease fire and withdraw, israel conquered the west bank and jerusalem. during the first days of the war, syrian artillery based in the golan heights pounded civilian targets in northern israel. after dealing with egypt, israel decided to conquer the golan heights. after just six days of fighting, israeli forces broke through the enemy lines and were in a position to march on cairo, damascus and amman. along with the territories conquered, israel now had close to a million palestinians under it’s rule.
jordanian police academy – ammunition hill outpost:
lyrics: Yoram Taharlev
It was the morning of the second day of the war in Jerusalem.
The horizon became pale in the east. We were in the middle
of the battle on Ammunition Hill. We had been fighting for 3 hours.
It was a stubborn battle. Murderous.
The Jordanians fought stubbornly. It was an exceptionally fortified area.
At a certain point in the battle only 4 soldiers remained with me.
We arrived there with a force of two platoons.
I did not know where the others were, as the line of communication with
Dudik the commander had been cut off at the beginning of the battle.
At that moment I thought everyone had been killed.”
At two, two-thirty
We entered via the stony ground
Into the fire and mine fields
Of Ammunition Hill.
Against fortified bunkers
And 120mm mortars
One hundred and some boys
On Ammunition Hill
The pillar of dawn did not yet rise
Half the platoon lay, in blood
But we were already there
At Ammunition Hill.
Between the fences and the mines
We left only the paramedics
And we ran at the loss of senses
To Ammunition Hill
“At that moment a hand grenade was thrown from outside.
Miraculously, we were not wounded by it.
I feared the Jordanians would throw additional grenades.
Someone had to run above the trenches and to guard.
I had no time to ask who would volunteer.
I sent Eitan. Eitan did not hesitate for even a moment.
He climbed up and started firing his machine gun.
At times he would pass me, and I had to yell to him to stay in my line.
We proceeded in such a fashion for about 30 meters.
Eitan was covering for us from above, and we purified the bunkers from inside,
until he was wounded in the head and fell into the trench.”
We descended into the trenches,
Into the pits and the channels
And into the death in the ditches
Of Ammunition Hill.
No one asked a thing
Whoever went first fell
Much luck was needed
On Ammunition Hill
Whoever fell was dragged back
So as not to block the passageway
Until the next in line fell
On Ammunition Hill.
Perhaps we were lions
But whoever wished to live
Should not have been
On Ammunition Hill.
We decided to try blowing their bunker up with the bazooka bomb.
The bazooka made a few scratches in the concrete.
We decided to try explosives.
I waited above them until the guy with the explosives returned.
He would throw me bundle after bundle,
and I would place them one by one at the entrance of the bunker.
The Jordanians had a system: first they threw a hand grenade,
then they fired a round of ammunition, then they rested.
So, between the firing and the grenade I would advance towards
the entrance of their bunker and lay down the explosives.
I set off the explosives and went back as far as I could.
I only had four meters in which to move,
as there were Legionnaires behind me.
I do not know why I was awarded a Symbol of Merit.
All I wanted was to get home safely.
At seven, seven-twenty
to the police training school
Those who remained were gathered
from Ammunition Hill.
Smoke rose from the hill
The sun in the east rose higher
We returned to the city – seven
From Ammunition Hill.
We returned to the city-seven
Smoke rose from the hill
The sun in the east rose higher
Over Ammunition Hill.
Over fortified bunkers
And over our brothers
That remained there at the age of 20
On Ammunition Hill.
on the 6th of june, 1967, in jerusalem, in the battle for ammunition hill, the paratroopers encounters stiff jordanian resistance and could no longer advance. without a moments hesitation, eitan nave jumped out of the trenches and provided covering fire from above, exposed to enemy fire. his actions enabled the paratroopers to advance while he ran decisively, striking down many legionnaires, above, without cover, alongside the force in the trenches, until he was killed by a jordanian bullet to the head.
for his actions, private eitan nave was awarded the medal of bravery, the highest honor awarded by the israeli defense forces.
the way to mt. scopus and the old city was now open. 37 paratroopers had fallen in the battle for ammunition hill and the jordanian police academy grounds. the paratroopers who fought at ammunition hill were faithful to the combat principles of their training – courage, steadfastness, assisting one’s comrades under fire, initiative and ingenuity.
40 years ago today…
p.s. richard jones, u.s. ambassador to israel, as well as all europian union countries, represented by harald kindermann of germany, rejected invitations to participate in a special jerusalem day ceremony in the knesset, marking 40 years since the city’s unification. the boycott is due to the conflict over east jerusalem’s position as part of israel’s capital.
imagine a photo of a beautiful display of fireworks. shot from less than 50 meters away, they break up right above our heads and the ashes drop around us. the reds and greens light up the night sky with a magical luminance. can you see them? wow! a blue one! did you see it?
me neither. the moment the fireworks began tasha began trembling of fear. i had to hug and caress her instead of my camera. so, no fireworks.
i can show you tasha though…
israel today celebrates 59 years of independence! i want to share a letter written by dorit’s grandfather exactly 59 and 1/2 years ago;
Tel Aviv, Sunday, November 30, 1947
I feel the need to send you and all my friends in Italy greetings from Eretz Israel in this dawn of hope and festivity. My thoughts run back to the years past when we worked, struggled, hoped together; to the friends and leaders who guided us.
The Jewish State is not yet an accomplished fact; but when, last night, after so many hours of anxious anticipation, we heard on the radio the voices of the delegates pronouncing their vote at the Assembly of the United Nations and then the proclamation of the results, we felt that something great was taking place, even if surrounded by so much pettiness.
The streets filled with people, joyous and almost incredulous. Groups of young people were running, singing, embracing each other, dancing the hora in the streets and squares.
No! It won’t be easy now: fighting, difficulties and danger are not over. The task facing us, materially and spiritually, is enough to make one tremble. But at least for a moment let’s indulge ourselves and our children in the joy of the dream made reality, even if there’s a good share of illusion.
Yesterday we were all together at Mario Ottolenghi’s house to celebrate Michael’s Bar Mitzvah. There were so many old friends and this gathering reminded me of other similar gatherings at our homes in
Italy, in a time that seems so long ago. Our friend Gad, Giorgio Sarfatti, said some simple words about the text Michael had just read quite well and he finished up by hinting at the possibility of the imminent proclamation of a Jewish State, saying that we should accept it with joy as a gift from the Lord, even if we know this State will be quite different from what we would like. It’s up to us to take action so that reality isn’t too far from the ideal. But is a father prevented from rejoicing upon the birth of his son because he knows how difficult it will be to set him on the path to the Lord, and for fear that he won’t become a good and decent man? Therefore, let’s greet this birth with joy, but without ignoring the gravity of the task that awaits us and without trying to avoid it.
I’m picking up where I left off this morning. The city is celebrating, even if news has already spread of some incidents and victims. You can see a new happiness in everyone’s eyes; something singing in our hearts. Outside Eretz Israel it’s not possible to feel this simple and complete happiness that comes from feeling yourself in unison with everyone you meet. We should thank those whose call led us into Eretz Israel even for this day alone. Everyone you meet greets you with a smile containing an intimate, though wordless meaning; the clerk in the shop, or the cashier at the bank, they can’t help giving you the traditional message Mazal Tov, good luck! The milkman, when bringing us the milk this morning, greeted us the same way, adding that now it was up to us to show we were worthy of this State, and that it would be necessary to find the road to an accord with the Arabs. My thoughts were on this too, last night, on our neighbours who live a few meters from our houses. We’ll have to find the way to an agreement.
In the streets the schoolchildren are singing. Trucks decked with flags and overflowing with young people are circulating through the streets crowded with people. Bicycles are draped in white and blue; flags, large and small, are everywhere. Even these white cement cubes that are the houses of Tel Aviv seem beautiful today standing out in the cloudless sky, bright and clear, almost as if to form an immense white and blue flag.
Boys and girls are going around with blue boxes to collect offers for Keren Kayemeth. Suddenly, the memory pops up in my mind of a day long ago, much more than thirty years ago, when I was a boy of fifteen and went from house to house delivering the white and blue Keren Kayemeth brochure. All my old friends will surely remember that day. And today I felt like a boy again; full of vitality, joy, confidence, as is possible only at fifteen. And today everyone feels that way; full of a joy and confidence that is rarely seen in Israel.
In the street I met a friend who is particularly competent in financial and economic matters and known for his prudence. Mazal Tov! Mazal Tov! He said: “This country, believe me, can be the best in the world also from an economical point of view. It has all the ingredients to be so”. A little farther on a car passes me by, in the streets congested with cars and pedestrians. I see a white head stick out, a broad smile on an open and jovial face. And at the same time I feel some one pat me on the head and on the shoulder, as with a small boy. It’s Harzfeld,the head of the agricultural settlement council. I don’t know how long it’s been since I’ve run into him, in nine years I’ve seen him five or six times; but it seems that he’s kept an incredibly vivid memory of our meeting in Italy, and of a trip we took with him and Enzo Sereni. “What are you doing? Are you working?” “Yes” “Why don’t we see you around? Come over to my place. I want to know what you’re up to”. Another pat on my shoulder and the car takes off, while Harzfeld throws himself back on the seat. And I walk away with an inexplicable lightness in my soul. In those few meaningless words, in that handshake, there was nothing; yet to me they seemed to have a deep value; who knows why? We felt united for a moment, and we needed to say so. Harzfeld planned and directed the building of dozens and dozens of new colonies; I did the same for a few houses. It seems that the humblest job, performed here, acquires a special value today, and even the fact alone of being here. Because all together, our force comes from this work and this presence. Not that they have a great value in themselves, but as the expression of a will and faith without which it would all be in vain.
If I had to say what is the characteristic that distinguishes today from all the other days I have lived up to now, I could not avoid thinking of this strange sense of lightness that I have never felt in any gathering of Jews. It’s the joy felt by children, self-confidence, confidence in help from above, the sense that everything will have to end up well (which is not a carefree unawareness of the dangers of the moment), they are the aspects of a youth that has not yet lost its enthusiasm, its unselfishness, its faith.
Israel is wonderfully young. So let’s not be afraid of the tasks ahead, but let’s not forget why they are so arduous.
I’m often reminded of Italy’s recent history, from the Risorgimento till today. The Italian people have many points in common with us, and from their history we too could learn something in the field of politics. If we aren’t blind we’ll be able to find the path to discipline and to union; but no sacrifice will serve if we are not faithful to the spirit of our tradition, the voice of our prophets.
Don’t ask me why I’ve written you. It was the fullness of my heart that wanted to find expression. It was the same mysterious force that today invited every one of us to smile to strangers as if to friends, great friends like brothers. Maybe tomorrow it will all be different. Today even Pacifici [cf. Introduction, note 3], if he had been here, would have said, as Rav Uziel suggested, the prayer Shehecheyanu, “who has brought us to reach this day”.
Love to you and all my friends,
i have made the vow not to forget
may boyer highschool, jerusalem, 16-april-2007
tamar at holocaust remembrance day ceremony
my grandmother shoshana, the eldest of 7 brothers and sisters, was sent to palestine before it all began. she was 16. her mother escorted her to the romanian port of constanza. they wept as they parted and her mother said to her they would probably never see each other again.
shoshana rozia margulis, 1913-1996
the dreaded prophecy became reality. shoshana’s parents, sarah and itzchak-leib margulis, and her brothers berl-dov, chaim, yekutiel (died young of pneumonia), esther, bluma and yekutiel were murdered by the nazis.
today i try to remember them!
quoting from my own a lovely beginning … and then the end: ”recently i’ve been following several online discussions that have to do with restrictions on photographers. it seems that more and more photographic content is becoming off limits for commercial use; the louvre exterior, the lighting of the eiffel tower, municipal buildings ‘belonging’ to the city of london, n.y. subway and many other locations. that’s where editorial photo-journalistic photography has an advantage.”
for editorial use, as opposed to commercial use (such as advertising), many of these subjects are indeed allowed. still, many locations, even public locations, try to ban photography using all kinds of strange excuses.
not too long ago i was hounded by jerusalem central bus station security personnel. i was shooting, in a documentary sense, the security procedures around the buses in the public street. the security guys weren’t happy and they rudely told me it was against their internal regulations. only thing is since i’m not an employee of their’s i could care less about their internal regulations (and they didn’t ask nicely either). they had a hard time understanding this. i invited them to call the police and went on shooting.
but, i do have to admit, the security people’s concerns are certainly understandable. their job is not one i would wish to do and seems almost impossible. one event, to which i was a witness of the outcome, took place on sunday, may 18, 2003, when seven people were killed and 20 wounded in a suicide bombing on egged bus no. 6 near french hill in jerusalem. hamas claimed responsibility for the attack.
an israel police bomb squad expert searches for debris following the may 18th suicide attack.
the seven victims were olga brenner, yitzhak moyal, nelly perov, ghalab tawil, marina tsahivershvili, shimon ustinsky and roni israeli.
adolescence is a rough ride. anyone on that roller coaster, parents and siblings included, is going to get dizzy. as a parent it’s one of the greater challenges i’ve been through.
adolescents live with constant internal turmoil, battling a need to define their unique identity, to figure out who they are, their self worth, in their own eyes and to establish that in the eyes of friends and family. it is a time of struggle between being the child of a parent and being an independent adult – two things that usually seem incompatible. with so many battles raging inside a teen is it really a wonder parents can become casualties of war?
last saturday, during the night, about 35,000 ‘draft order 8′ were delivered throughout the country. a draft order number 8 is an immediate call for duty. sunday morning 35,000 teachers, engineers, doctors, salesmen, mechanics, fathers, sons, brothers and husbands presented themselves at predetermined locations carrying whatever they thought they would need for a few weeks of military duty in lebanon. they also carried blessings from their families, sandwiches prepared by their wives, drawings from their children, and tears from their mothers.
you’d think not everyone would show up. certainly some would try to get out of it. it’s not easy to leave your family, your job, your life, for who knows how long. not to mention this isn’t a free vacation in the bahamas. almost in all military reserve units 100% of those called showed up within 12 hours.
is this amazing or insanity? anywhere else in the world something like this can occur?
my brother-in-law, nitzan, was drafted last week. he’s 43 and a father to three.
last night he called, notified yael, his wife, he is ‘going in’ (lebanon) and would no longer be available on his cellphone. i sent nitzan a last minute sms; take care, kick ass, but no heroism. we don’t need a hero, we need you! the message was buffered. nitzan didn’t get it. he was already on his way.
i saw yael and their three children today. they are facing very difficult times. yael was in tears for parts of the day, terrorized with worry. i cry in my heart …
in october 2005 we took a family vacation in spain and due to an insight of dorit, my partner in life and best friend, we were most fortunate to visit abbey de poblet near tarragona. it is a beautiful monastery very well preserved from the 11th century.
on our return to israel i decided to write an article about the monastery and it was published in the israeli magazine “teva hadvarim”
but the most important step was researching poblet. this is when i first contacted father josep maria, who i now consider a dear friend. we correspond quite often but i will never forget father josep’s first email that opened “How lucky I am, dear Mr. Nir Alon, to make your acquaintance, with you, a real jew, living in Israel, near Jerusalem, the Holy City!”
i like to think i had a part in helping father josep fulfil a yearning – this september he plans to visit the holy land, with two other monks, and i will finally meet my friend face to face.
… if events allow
father josep is very understandably concerned with current political events in israel and how they may effect his visit. following is an excerpt of a reply i sent to him…
Dear Father Josep,
It is a good thing I did not reply yesterday. Had I replied yesterday I would have said “sure, no problem to visit Nazareth”. But, yesterday afternoon a rocket shot by the Hezbollah in Lebanon hit the town of Nazareth and killed two small Arab children. So, to answer your question – I will delay my answer hopefully only a week or two so things may quiet down.
But the death of the two children in Nazareth may be a reply to the other issue you raised – indiscriminate killing…
While Israel does everything possible to avoid innocent deaths, the Hezbollah does not.
In 1982 Israel invaded southern Lebanon under similar circumstances. There was no Hezbollah then, it was PLO terrorists that were terrorizing our northern border. They were eventually driven out of Lebanon to Tunisia. After many years of occupying southern Lebanon because the central Lebanese government could not take responsibility for securing the border, six years ago Israel pulled its military forces out of Lebanon, even though the security situation there was not good, in compliance with UN resolution 1559.
Resolution 1559 also called for disarming of Hezbollah and deployment of the Lebanese army in southern Lebanon. But the government of Lebanon did not comply with these requirements. Over the past six years the population of southern Lebanon and the government actively and passively helped the Hezbollah to strengthen in southern Lebanon, to build a terror network and infrastructure, and to stock thousands of rockets aimed at Israeli cities. Today it is clear how thorough the Hezbollah preparations and their intentions really were. Stocks of rockets are hidden and buried under civilian homes all over southern Lebanon. These rockets are today being used to indiscriminately shell
Israeli cities, towns, civilians and children. They do not even care if they kill innocent children. Arab children, their own people!!
The current violence was undoubtedly initiated by Hezbollah with a barrage of rockets all over Israel’s north, the penetration of Israel’s border, killing of 4 and abduction of two. There is world consensus justifying Israel’s military action against Hezbollah. For the first time in modern history the world is backing our actions. Even moderate Arab countries like Egypt and Saudi Arabia are thankful we are trying to erase a radical terror organization. This in itself
is unbelievable! Egypt and the Saudis were our enemies not so many years ago.
The situation is that Israel today has no choice. we can no longer be held hostages, the whole country, under the threat of a terror organization in a country with a weak government. Under these impossible circumstances Israel is doing everything humanly possible to avoid civilian casualties on the Lebanese side. In contradiction to the military advantage of surprise, our planes drop notes over civilian areas notifying the population to evacuate areas controlled by Hezbollah or Hezbollah installations and facilities. We are
compromising our military intentions and the element of surprise to avoid civilian casualties as much as possible. Israel’s air force is using the most sophisticated smart-bombs available to make sure each bomb hits it’s exact target. Some strategically important targets are not hit if the risk of civilian casualties is too great.
If some of the Lebanon population identify with Hezbollah and actively support them, and if they do not listen to our advance warnings and evacuate, then their destiny is in the hands of God.
Indeed it is an impossible situation. Indeed it is sad and tragic on both sides. But we have all witnessed the extent of radicalism on the side of Islam all over the world. They have a term – “Jihad” – religious justification for murder of innocents. Is there another religion that justifies murder in the name of God?
“Hear O Israel, The Lord our God, The Lord is One”, Mt. Arbel, May 2005