Again, Mixed Emotions - But For Different Reasons
כשכתבתי את הכותרת "חתונות ויריות," לא צפיתי לרצח שיקרה בישיבת מרכז הרב בירושלים...באותו לילה של חתונת בני
Thank G-d, the wedding was wonderful. Many of our friends from our town in the States who had made aliyah over various years, attended the wedding: it was a kind of 'reunion.' It was a very happy evening, celebrating the marriage of our son to a wonderful person with old and new friends and family.
The one terrible event which marred it was the heinous, cowardly murder of eight young boys in the Mercaz Ha-Rav Yeshiva in Jerusalem; we found out something had happened, right after the chuppah ended. We were wending our way to the main hall for the dancing and dinner, when one of the kallah's (bride's) brothers went running in the opposite direction while looking at his cell phone. I asked him what happened; he said 'there was an attack in Jerusalem.'
That is all we knew at the time. As the evening wore on, I saw a very close friend who lives in Jerusalem, talking on the phone with (as I discovered later) her daughter, who was hysterical because she was hearing shooting outside her window. Her mother, my long-time friend from when we lived in Israel, said no, it must be just firecrackers or festive preparations for the holiday of Purim, which was arriving in two weeks (we just celebrated it yesterday.).
Well, unfortunately her daughter was correct: the atrocity was unfolding, as she was on the phone fearfully talking with her mother who was our guest at the wedding--right next door to her apartment building.
I know: Why am I writing about this now, you are asking? This is old news, isn't it? It happened on March 6th, 2008, the day our son was married. I should only think about his wedding, and be happy. Why should I care about kids I don't even know?
But I do know them. They are Jewish children. They are my people. They are like my children. The youngest was 14. They were unarmed, studying holy books in their yeshiva, gunned down by a vicious barbaric (yes, Virginia: there are vicious, barbaric people) animal.
I am numb.
First, the rage. Then, the disbelief in the lack of an adequate Israeli response. Then, the incredulity on the apparent lack of any significant media coverage in the U.S.?
But when Israel targets and assassinates Arabterrorists militants with innocent civilians' (including children's) blood on their hands, the UN and the rest of the world rise up to condemn Israel for its 'inhumanity,' and blah blah blah.
Thank G-d, the wedding was wonderful. Many of our friends from our town in the States who had made aliyah over various years, attended the wedding: it was a kind of 'reunion.' It was a very happy evening, celebrating the marriage of our son to a wonderful person with old and new friends and family.
The one terrible event which marred it was the heinous, cowardly murder of eight young boys in the Mercaz Ha-Rav Yeshiva in Jerusalem; we found out something had happened, right after the chuppah ended. We were wending our way to the main hall for the dancing and dinner, when one of the kallah's (bride's) brothers went running in the opposite direction while looking at his cell phone. I asked him what happened; he said 'there was an attack in Jerusalem.'
That is all we knew at the time. As the evening wore on, I saw a very close friend who lives in Jerusalem, talking on the phone with (as I discovered later) her daughter, who was hysterical because she was hearing shooting outside her window. Her mother, my long-time friend from when we lived in Israel, said no, it must be just firecrackers or festive preparations for the holiday of Purim, which was arriving in two weeks (we just celebrated it yesterday.).
Well, unfortunately her daughter was correct: the atrocity was unfolding, as she was on the phone fearfully talking with her mother who was our guest at the wedding--right next door to her apartment building.
I know: Why am I writing about this now, you are asking? This is old news, isn't it? It happened on March 6th, 2008, the day our son was married. I should only think about his wedding, and be happy. Why should I care about kids I don't even know?
But I do know them. They are Jewish children. They are my people. They are like my children. The youngest was 14. They were unarmed, studying holy books in their yeshiva, gunned down by a vicious barbaric (yes, Virginia: there are vicious, barbaric people) animal.
I am numb.
First, the rage. Then, the disbelief in the lack of an adequate Israeli response. Then, the incredulity on the apparent lack of any significant media coverage in the U.S.?
But when Israel targets and assassinates Arab
I am writing about this now because I just returned from Israel Thursday after 2:00 a.m., had very little access to a computer (because my husband had to work) while I was there and because of serious jet lag, have not been up to blogging.
All I can think of now, is unless we (=Israel, the Jewish People, the Free World) END these atrocities by military force, there will, G-d forbid, be more massacres and more atrocities, coming to a station near you. Is there no one who has the courage to speak out?
I am voting for Michael Savage for President.
Comments
A neighbor's son was murdered
at Merkaz Harav by the Arab terrorist.
At the big terror attack at French HIll, (not when I was injured), we were in Shiloh at the Bar Mitzvah of a neighbor's son when the news came in. Shiloh paid a very heavy price that night. One boy murdered, a granddaughter of the next door neighbor murdered and another neighbor's son seriously injured. Yes, as we sat at the Bar Mitzvah.
I also didn't know that you were injured in an attack. What happened, and when?
frumhouse: Yes, you could say that the breaking of the glass is symbolic of the tragedies which have befallen the Jewish people.
Yes, life must continue, but preventing the next attack through military force should, also. That is where we are weak...