A woman died in Jerusalem today. She was almost 60, and she probably didn't get to say goodbye to her family. She probably didn't get to tell her husband that she loved him. She probably didn't get to call her grandson and wish him a happy birthday. She definitely didn’t think today would be her last day alive.
I sat in front of my computer today for three hours and watched the number of casualties grow. 20 injured. 25 injured. 30 injured. 50. Four critical. Two critical. One death.
I don't know much about politics. I can't tell you the benefits of Likud vs Kadima. I hardly understand what an apartheid state even is.
Here is what I do know. I know that this is our country, this is our home. I know that my family is here - my brothers and sisters, my nieces and nephews. I know that my friends live here, in all different parts of the country. I know that there's a million percent chance I could've been on that bus, or somewhere near it. It could've been me, it could've been someone I know and love, it could've been you. Tomorrow, maybe it will be. This is the risk we take living here, the risk we took when we made Aliyah and became soldiers instead of just citizens.
What happened in Itamar made me sad. I cried for hours, couldn't sleep all night. My heart broke every time I saw a picture or an article, and all I could think of was how unfair it was.
What happened today made me angry. Fifty people injured? Fifty people who just wanted to walk around town today, who were on their way home from work, school, from a doctors appointment…Fifty people who will never ever in their entire lives forget today.
It makes me so angry. I'm not confused anymore. At first, I didn't know what to think. Maybe the Arabs were just brought up this way. Maybe they were brainwashed. Maybe they're convinced that this is their religious obligation.
I don't care anymore. Come in here and kill a child?? Come in here and murder an entire family, slaughter them in their beds, decapitate, stab, leave their toys bloodstained and steal their futures. Hand out candy in the streets. Blow up a bus. Disappointed that there was only one death? Upset that only twenty people had to be rushed to the hospital? Did the terrorist who left that bomb get a reward? I wonder if they watched the aftermath of the attack on the news. I wonder if they had beers and parties and laughed every time another person screamed. No, I don't care anymore.
People say not to judge an entire nation on the actions of a few. They ask how Jews can afford to be racist. How we can afford to hate, when so many judge us. They quote stories and historical events of all the times we've persecuted the Arabs, they spit ideas of "peace" and "unity" with our Palestinian cousins. I don't care. Tell me your statistics, quote me your events while your brother is being blown up by an Arab. While you're on the phone with your sister as she cries hysterically after seeing a yeshiva boy run around with his legs on fire. While your mother calls you nonstop for hours, hoping you're okay because she read the news and is terrified for you.
We are all family. עם ישראל חי and we must never forget it. One of us dies, and a part of us is gone forever. We might move on, we might forget, the word "Itamar" might not bring tears after a while, but the part that's gone never comes back.
Racism. I can't think of anyone who would kill a sleeping baby as a human being. As a feeling person with a heart and a soul, a person who used to be a child. Who once tripped over his shoelaces and cried til his mother gave him a hug. No. Anyone who has the capacity to do what they've done is an animal. Racism does not apply. Get them out of Israel. Get them out.
They are threatening our family. They are threatening our brothers and sisters, our mothers and fathers, our grandparents. They want to kill all of us. So you can sit there, and you can tell me not to be racist, tell me to be politically correct. Tell me some Arabs are good Arabs. Tell me whatever you want. I'll tell you that this is not going to stop. We must do something.
We are the Jewish nation. Someone is always trying to kill us. That doesn’t ever mean that we stop fighting back.
"A time to love and a time to hate; a time for war and a time for peace." - Kohelet