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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