Call the Palestinian Police, for the Israeli Police Aren't Helping Arabs

Send in e-mailSend in e-mail
Send in e-mailSend in e-mail
A Muslim woman walks past police in Jerusalem, July 2020.

The state’s hatred for its Arab citizens is reaching insane heights. Generations of Jews grew up on the slogan “A good Arab is a dead Arab.” So why bother trying to save them when they’re doing the job themselves? Especially when, time after time, they choose “supporters of terror,” as most of the leaders of the Jewish parties put it, to represent them in the Knesset?

The Or Commission, which investigated the October 2000 killing of 13 Arabs, noted that the police treated Arabs like the enemy. The policemen killed, but none were charged with a crime.

People were killed, but somehow there were no killers. And now the same thing is happening with Arabs who murder Arabs: Charges are rarely brought.

In order to untie the Gordian Knot, Alexander the Great pulled out his sword and undid it with one stroke.

In the absence of the police, this is what is happening now in the Arab street – everyone is Alexander the Great. Somebody owes you money? -- Why run around to the courts, why hire a lawyer? Who needs all that headache? Just find a youth to toss a bomb at the gate of the person’s house, to fire a few shots over the entrance, and the money will be returned in a flash, with plenty of interest to boot. This business, this industry of gunfire and blood, is flourishing: Spray with gunfire, kill, wound and be on your way.

This is what the state of the Jews is giving its Arab citizens: Fauda, blood flowing in the streets, corpses, wounded, bereaved parents and spouses, orphaned children, an end-of-the-world atmosphere. It calls to mind what Lebanese musician Ziad al-Rahbani said during the Lebanese Civil War: “What a country this is! One kid can shut down a whole neighborhood.”

Consider this scene that could have come from a movie: A shop in Baka al-Garbiyeh is shot up, the gravely wounded owner is rushed to the hospital by ambulance, his uncles follow behind in a car, but the shooting doesn’t stop there: The two uncles are also gunned down in the middle of the road. To paraphrase the famous line from a Hagashash Hahiver sketch – “Hello, is this the radio?” – one could ask, “Hello, is this Israel?”

Meanwhile, the bit of life we have left depends on the goodness of the criminals’ hearts. If a criminal decides to make someone else’s life miserable, or even to take his life, the other guy is a goner. No police or government or army can spare him. And if you wish to choose life, just try to find someone who will show you mercy.

I am not implying that salvation will come from the law enforcement authorities. Not at all.

At best, they will understand you, express empathy, even make notes about what happened to you – and then they’ll go home. They have families and kids too, they have lives that need to be protected too.

Is the Arab street more violent? Certainly – in the absence of policing, every guy with a gun is king. It wasn’t always this way. The discourse was more pleasant, more reasonable. People would go see the father of the young man who was causing trouble. The father would make promises and keep them. Today there is no father and no mother, only the gun. And the gun not only threatens, it also serves as a money-making machine. And if the price of this new industry is not paid in long years in jail, or at all, why shouldn’t it go on? And keep getting worse?

There’s an Arabic saying: “If someone entrusts you with that which is dear to him, do not betray him, even if you were a traitor.” Arab Israelis entrusted their security to the law enforcement authorities, but the state is betraying them, day after day.

Nature films show even dangerous predators extending protection to weaker species in its midst. Israel does not even extend protection to all its citizens.

When a guard willingly surrenders to the thief, he must be replaced. In the encircled PA, the police guard the lives of their brethren there. But we are their brethren too. I’m certain that the police in the PA would be glad to guard the security of their brethren in the deadly jungle next door.

Click the alert icon to follow topics:

Comments