Are we crazy?
It is a question I have been asking myself a lot lately. While, without a doubt before this latest balagan you would find Israeli voices who call for the expulsion of our Arab citizens or for a scorched earth policy in Gaza but those voices are few and roundly condemned by the majority of Israelis. The majority of Israelis simply want to live in peace, to engage in trade with our neighbors or simply to live completely separately.
When news comes that civilians have been killed by an IDF attack against terrorists in Gaza, or now in Lebabon, people sigh, they shake their heads, their expressions are pained. They feel pain and sadness. There are calls for more care to be taken so that civilians are not harmed when attacks are made on the terrorists.
When our citizens are killed by suicide bombers there are celebrations on the streets of Gaza. Here are some of the 20,000 celebrants happy that 16 Israelis, mostly women and children, were killed in the double bus bombing in Beer Sheva.
They celebrate the deaths of our children and yet we regret and feel sorrow over the deaths of theirs. You will see no celebrations of death, ours or theirs, here.
Lisa posted yesterday her coverage of the peace demonstration by our leftists here in Tel Aviv. The Sandmonkey posted about the leftest demonstration he attended --one he thought was to be a peace demonstration--here --and drew quite the contrast between them. Check them out; warning if you already depressed don't check the SM's out.
And yet, despite finding ourselves under constant attack by rockets, by suicide bombings that are successful and the many more that are stopped --such as the one in Jerusalem today-- despite the fact that the majority of even the liberals on their side wish to see us destroyed, despite all this many Israelis continue to work for peace, to build bridges, to call for moderation of response when no moderation is shown to us. The rest do not call for blood nor celebration when innocents are killed.
Given their responses versus ours, I must conclude that we are crazy. But I would rather be crazy than to allow myself to become blinded by hate, to give in to the grief, pain and fear that we suffer and become callous to the sufferings of 'the other.'