Every day of the last week has offered another glimpse of the racist, fascist and brutal conduct by IDF “fighters,” the pride of the nation. The stomach churns each time anew when watching them in action. These Judeo-Nazi storm troopers. The latest video was filmed on Tuesday in Hebron.
Hebron is a stain on Israeli society. An ongoing moral disgrace. The same Hebron from which Rabin, yes the same one of the “Rabin legacy,” the tireless fighter for peace, did not remove the settlers there when a historic opportunity to do so came his way, following the massacre by Baruch Goldstein. Astar Shamir once sang about “the lowest place in Tel Aviv.” In Tel Aviv, the lowest places refer to material for pop songs. Topographically, the Dead Sea is the lowest place in Israel. Morally, the lowest place is Hebron.
In the video two “fighters” approach a Palestinian man walking with his son. What could be more banal or mundane or human than a father walking with his son? It sounds like the chorus of an Eli Mohar song. The boy has a satchel on his back. Father and son are walking the streets of their city in autumn. The two “fighters” shout at the father and shove him. “Don’t raise your voice at me,” one of the “fighters” yells at the father, wagging a warning finger at him. It seems more like the experience of a Jewish father walking with his son in the streets of Berlin in 1934 than in the streets of Tel Aviv in 2019.
The “fighters” claim the boy threw rocks at them. The Eli Mohar song begins to fade. It doesn’t really fit the Yehonatan Gefen song from “The Sixteenth Sheep” either – it’s not so nice to meet a storm trooper on the way to kindergarten. The father is astounded by the assertion that his son threw rocks – He’s only five years old. (As the song goes), he loves chocolate and birthdays and little bags filled with goodies. Not the excrement-filled diapers that settlers throw. A shouting match begins.
One of the “fighers” insists that the boy threw rocks and says he doesn’t care how old the child is. He is wearing a helmet and armed with a rifle and who knows what else. His enemy is just five years old. A five-year-old boy, who is traumatized. The “fighter” once loved chewing gum and candy too. One of the “fighters” shoves the father hard, humiliates him, scares him. The boy is terrified. The Palestinian man asks them not to lay a hand on him. In response, the “fighters” push him a few more times and tell him to go.
Then one of the “fighters” cocks his rifle and shoves the barrel right in the father’s face, as his son watches. Watch the video from Hebron and cry. Cry for this little boy. Cry for his father. Cry for what has become of the Israeli “fighters.” The father takes his son’s hand and they walk away. They are not in the Eli Mohar song. They are in a Berthold Brecht song. These “fighters” have lost their humanity.
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