by Gonen Ginat
To
understand this story, we need to mention that according to religious
law, once a Jew recites a blessing over the performance of a particular
commandment, he or she must perform the commandment immediately, without
interruption. Talking is not permitted between the recitation of the
blessing and the act. Why? Just because. Now for the story:
“One morning, a Jewish
wagon driver came to town and related what he had seen. A group of armed
Cossacks was about an hour outside town, and from their speech it was
plain that they were on their way to murder, rape and plunder. On
hearing this, those Jews who could threw their most precious possessions
into wagons and fled to safety until the danger had passed.
“Who was left? Only a
few old men who had stubbornly refused to get on the wagons with the
others. Rabbi Baruch Eigen was among them. He locked himself in his tiny
shop in a shack at the edge of town and opened a book of Psalms. He
heard the hoofbeats of the Cossacks’ horses and the cries of the Jews.
Several minutes later, three Cossacks kicked his door open, burst in and
pointed their rifles at him. Rabbi Baruch lifted his eyes heavenward
and began to recite the blessing: “Blessed are You, O Lord our God,
Ruler of the Universe, Who has commanded us to sanctify His name
publicly.” The Cossacks looked at this Jew, who seemed to them so odd
that they decided to leave him alone and walked out. As they left, Rabbi
Baruch ran after them saying, “Ummm! Ummm!” When they didn’t turn
around, he shouted: “But I already recited the blessing!”
(from "Tales from Our City")
This week, one of the
television channels reported a similar incident. But this time, it was
not a group of helpless Jews facing armed rioters, but rather Jews who
were trained and well armed. Yet their response was identical to that of
the Jew who begged the Cossacks to do him in.
A report broadcast on
Channel 2 TV showed dozens of Palestinians standing in front of an army
position with an armed Border Police soldier inside — who was not
responding. They threw firebombs at him again and again, and he did
nothing. He was not the only one: his fellow soldiers stood at a nearby
position and did nothing. All of them had weapons — and nothing.
The reason they allowed
the Palestinians to throw firebombs and rocks at them undisturbed was
that those were their orders, and they know very well that if any one of
them should have opened fire, he would have found himself under
investigation and court-martialed, with the violent Palestinians on the
side of the accusers, right beside our own justice system. The Channel 2
TV commentator explained that the soldiers were acting according to
orders: taking barrages of violence again and again, without responding.
Have we gone completely out of our minds? Is there any other possible reason?
Years ago, on reserve
duty during one of the intifadas in the Rafah area, an officer appeared
and explained that if anyone threw rocks at us, we had to think while
the rock was airborne and then, if we reached the conclusion that after
the incident we would manage to prove that the rock had put our lives in
danger, and in addition, while it was in the air we saw that the person
who had thrown it was aiming another one — only then could we fire into
the air. This is the honest truth.
One of the reservists
at the time, a fellow named A.H., was considered something out of
legend. He was a ship’s mechanic who had emigrated from a South American
country, repaired our jeeps with staples and pieces of rusty metal wire
that he had picked up from the ground, and carried a machete wherever
he went. One day, he was driving along the road that later became known
as the Philadelphi Road. A group of young men started throwing rocks at
him. They were on his left.
Now we need to exercise
our imaginations a bit. He was driving an open jeep with a canvas roof.
His left hand was on the steering wheel, and with his right hand he
took the M-16, leaned it on his left hand — which was on the steering
wheel — looked into the sight, and fired a single rubber bullet. All
this while he drove at high speed. The bullet struck the ringleader in
the middle of the neck as he held a large rock. Later on, the young man
died of the injury. They said that the Palestinians buried him with the
rock in his hand.
As expected, an
investigation was launched. The reservist's main problem was that
according to the orders at the time, a rubber bullet could be fired only
when it was well aimed and the target was sure to be hit. This was to
avoid harming innocent people. But the bullet was fired while he driving
at high speed, with his gun in one hand. On the other hand, A.H.
claimed that considering his skills as a sniper, hitting the target was a
sure thing. It was a fact that he had indeed hit the target.
A.H. was so sure he
promised that if the event were to be re-enacted, he would fire again
while driving, with only one hand holding the gun, and hit the target
precisely once again.
A colonel attended the
re-enactment. I think he was the brigade commander. Beside him was an
whole entourage of lawyers, all of them in well-pressed uniforms,
chuckling over A.’s presumption.
And then they rode in
the jeep. A.H. drove as he had during the incident, with the colonel
sitting next to him. When they approached, the brigade commander told
A.H. that his target was an electricity pole that was twice the distance
from him that the ringleader of the rock-throwing group had been.
“No problem,” A.H. told
the colonel. He took the M-16 in his right hand once more while driving
at high speed, and this time, without looking into the sight, he fired
at the electricity pole.
Bull’s-eye.
He was not court-martialed.
On the other hand, what
happened afterward was that the ones who got stronger were the
battalions of the military advocate-general.
Which is reminiscent of
an incident that occurred several generations after the story we began
with. A Jew was hiking in the Appalachians in the United States.
Suddenly he saw an enormous grizzly bear in front of him. The Jew took a
small book of Psalms out of his pocket and began to mumble. After a
moment, he saw that the bear had taken out a small book and was
mumbling, too.
Raising his head, the Jew asked the bear, “What are you saying?”
The grizzy looked at him and answered, “What kind of question is that? Aren’t you supposed to make a blessing before you eat?”
Which raises the
question: would it not be appropriate for the IDF and the Border Police
to consider giving some of the troops something that could be a good
deal more useful than weapons, such as a book of Psalms?
***
It is all the same thing
Less than a week after
we went over to standard time, dozens of essays and battalions of
presenters and commentators of various radio and television news
programs told us again and again what a stupid mistake it was to go off
daylight savings time “in the middle of the summer.”
That is what happened last year too. Then, too, they talked endlessly about “the middle of the summer.”
And last year, right after we went over to standard time, it rained. Just like this year.
And last year, nobody
looked at the rain, remembered the lectures about “the middle of the
summer,” and said, “Sorry, I made a mistake.”
Yes — it was all just like this year.
Gonen Ginat
Source: http://www.israelhayom.com/site/newsletter_opinion.php?id=2645
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