Cry me a violent river

Somehow I can’t work up any sadness, only fear, when I read this bathetic New York Times article about the current crop of young Palestinians, many of whom are stone-cold killers. Perhaps it was the second paragraph that put me off, since it shows that the Times has bought completely into the Palestinians’ view of their relationship with Israel, and have completely abandoned historical truth:

They are the children of the second intifada that began in 2000, growing up in a territory riven by infighting, seared by violence, occupied by Israel [I don’t subscribe to this occupation crap, since the land was divided by the international community, or Israel won it in defensive wars], largely cut off from the world and segmented by barriers and checkpoints [barriers and checkpoints put in place to keep these killers from blowing up Israelis, one might add].

Or maybe I lost it when I read about the poor parents, stunned by their children’s evil. Perhaps if these same parents had been conversant with the Bible, rather than just the Koran, they might have had some insight into sowing and reaping. A parenting community that celebrates the death of its children, and that elects murderous thugs into office really shouldn’t be surprised when its children are the generation that is “most radical, most accepting of violence and most despairing.”

You won’t be surprised to learn that, in NYT’s world, the fault isn’t with an utterly corrupt system that focuses on violent death, but on Israel, for putting up walls and check points to insulate her own people from the diseased mass of humanity festering in the Palestinian territories:

Israeli checkpoints, barriers and closures, installed to protect Israelis from Palestinian suicide bombers, have lowered these young people’s horizons, shrunk their notion of Palestine and taken away virtually any informal interaction with outsiders, let alone with ordinary Israelis. The security measures have become even tighter since the election to power a year ago of the Islamist group Hamas, which preaches eternal “resistance” to Israeli occupation and rejects Israel’s right to permanent existence on this land.

During most of the 1980s and ’90s, as many as 150,000 Palestinians came into Israel daily to work, study and shop. While they were not treated as equals, many learned Hebrew and established relationships.

Now, the only Israelis whom Palestinians see are armed — soldiers and settlers. The West Bank is cut into three parts by checkpoints; Gazan men under 30 are virtually unable to leave their tiny, poor and overcrowded territory. Few talk of peace, only of a lifetime of “resistance.”

The whole article is filled with stories of helpless parents, despairing “martyrs,” and rants against Israel, with one paragraph — one measly paragraph — mentioning the Israelis’ contention that the Palestinians have contributed to their own descent into madness.

The New York Times is sickening, and really deserves the Walter Duranty Award for this kind of maudlin garbage. (And to those of you who have abandoned reading the New York Times, the reason I still check it out is because, no matter how its sales sink, it is still the news organization that sets the tone in other publications around the world, many of which subscribe to it so that they can reprint its stories or follow its editorial tone.) | digg it


4 Responses

  1. First of all, there are no “Palestinians.” It’s a made-up word of modern invention (like “Kwanza,” – sounds ancient, it’s quite recent.)

    For 2,000 years when you were talking about “Palestine,” you were talking about Israel.

    Then Israel reappeared. At the time, before war, Egypt owned Gaza, and Jordan owned the west bank, and there were no “Palestinians.” But then the Jews took over; the desert bloomed, the sand turned green, orange groves appeared, and whaddaya know: here come the “Palestinians.” They’re in aching, suffering, mourning for their ancient bond to the land, and their time-out-of-mind native heath! Oh! Tragedy!

    Well, excuse me. BS. They aren’t a separate race, and they aren’t “Palestinian.” It would be a lot more honest of the NY Times (and everybody else) to drop that term, and begin referring to them as what they are. A term like: “Nearby-Arabs-Who-Hate-The-Jews-Just-As-Much-As-Those-Farther-Away-In-Iran-Do” would be a lot more honest. Call them “Nawhtjjamafaiid’s” – the double “j” and double “i” even lend a nice, Arabic ring to the acronym.

    And of course it should be noted that the Nawhtjjamafaiids could have had their homeland any time in the last thirty years, it was offered, and offered, and offered – and the hand that offered was repeatedly bitten by them. Because of course they don’t want a homeland, dammit: they want Israel!

    They want where the irrigation is, where the oranges grow, where the garbage is picked up and the traffic lights work. (They don’t want to put any effort into having to arrange for this stuff themselves, of course: that would take work, and organization; not exactly “Palestinian” strong points.)

    They make me very tired, they really do. Even my mallet-headed cousins in Ireland eventually wised up, but it looks increasingly like the Nawhtjjamafaiids never will.

  2. They want where the irrigation is, where the oranges grow, where the garbage is picked up and the traffic lights work.

    And when they get it, they’ll blow it up in an orgy of destruction. Barbarians never were able to keep the sewers and water systems working.

    Somehow we’ve resurrected the dual dynamic back in 500 AD. Barbarians on one side, civilization on the other. One or the other will be destroyed.

    I feel a lot of love in this room. Or bar that, a lot of humourous remarks.

  3. My other reply sort of got put into the spam block.

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