by Jeff Jacoby
The Boston Globe
Thursday, November 11, 2004
Yasser Arafat died at the age of 75, lying in bed and surrounded by
familiar faces. He left this world peacefully, unlike the thousands of
victims he sent to early graves.
In a better world, the PLO chief would have met his end on a gallows,
hanged for mass murder much as the Nazi chiefs were hanged at Nuremberg.
In a better world, the French president would not have paid a visit to
the bedside of such a monster. In a better world, well-wishers would not
be flocking to the hospital grounds to create a makeshift shrine of
flowers, candles, and admiring messages. In a better world, George Bush
would not have said, on hearing the first reports that Arafat had died,
"God bless his soul."
God *bless* his soul? What a grotesque thing to say! Bless the soul of
the man who brought modern terrorism to the world? Who sent his agents to
slaughter athletes at the Olympics, blow airliners out of the sky, bomb
schools and pizzerias, machine-gun passengers in airline terminals? Who
lied, cheated, and stole without compunction? Who inculcated the vilest
culture of Jew-hatred since the Third Reich? Human beings might stoop to
bless a creature so evil -- as indeed Arafat was blessed, with money,
deference, even a Nobel Prize -- but God, I am quite sure, will damn him
Arafat always inspired flights of nonsense from Western journalists,
and his last two weeks were no exception.
Arafat's "undisputed courage as a guerrilla leader," Derek Brown wrote
in The Guardian, was exceeded only "by his extraordinary courage" as a
peace negotiator. But it is an odd kind of courage that expresses itself
in shooting unarmed victims and exhorting other people to become suicide
bombers -- or in signing peace accords and then flagrantly violating
Another commentator, columnist Gwynne Dyer, asked, "So what did Arafat
do right?" The answer: He drew worldwide attention to the Palestinian
cause, "for the most part by successful acts of terror." In other words,
butchering innocent human beings was "right" since it served an ulterior
political motive. No doubt that thought brings daily comfort to all those
who were forced to bury a child, parent, or spouse because of Arafat's
Some journalists couldn't wait for Arafat's actual death to begin
weeping for him. Take the BBC's Barbara Plett, who
on the day he was airlifted out of the West Bank. "When the helicopter
carrying the frail old man rose above his ruined compound," Plett
reported from Ramallah, "I started to cry." Normal people don't weep for
brutal murderers, but Plett made it clear that her empathy for Arafat --
whom she praised as "a symbol of Palestinian unity, steadfastness, and
resistance" -- was heartfelt:
"I remember well when the Israelis re-conquered the West Bank more
than two years ago," she said, "how they drove their tanks and bulldozers
into Mr. Arafat's headquarters, trapping him in a few rooms, and throwing
a military curtain around Ramallah. I remember how Palestinians admired
his refusal to flee under fire. They told me: 'Our leader is sharing our
pain, we are all under the same siege.' And so was I." Such is the state
of journalism at the BBC, whose reporters do not seem to have any trouble
reporting, dry-eyed, on the pain of Arafat's victims. (That is, when they
mention them -- which Plett's teary bon voyage to Arafat did not.)
And what about those victims? Why were they scarcely remembered in the
drawn-out Arafat deathwatch?
How is it possible to reflect on Arafat's most enduring legacy -- the
rise of modern terrorism -- without recalling the legions of men, women,
and children whose lives he and his followers destroyed? If Osama bin
Laden were on his deathbed, would we neglect to mention all those he
murdered on 9/11?
It would take an encyclopedia to catalog all of the evil Arafat
committed. But that is no excuse for not trying to recall at least some of it.
Perhaps his signal contribution to the practice of political terror
was the introduction of warfare against children. On one black date in
May 1974, three PLO terrorists slipped from Lebanon into the northern
Israeli town of Ma'alot. They murdered two parents and their child at
home, then seized a local school, taking more than 100 boys and girls
hostage and threatening to kill them unless a number of imprisoned
terrorists were released. When Israeli troops attempted a rescue, the
terrorists exploded hand grenades and opened fire on the students. By the
time the horror ended, 25 people were dead; 21 of them were children.
Thirty years later, no one speaks of Ma'alot anymore. The dead
children have been forgotten. Everyone knows Arafat's name, but who ever
recalls the names of his victims?
So let us recall them: Ilana Turgeman. Rachel Aputa. Yocheved Mazoz.
Sarah Ben-Shim'on. Yona Sabag. Yafa Cohen. Shoshana Cohen. Michal Sitrok.
Malka Amrosy. Aviva Saada. Yocheved Diyi. Yaakov Levi. Yaakov Kabla. Rina
Cohen. Ilana Ne'eman. Sarah Madar. Tamar Dahan. Sarah Soper. Lili Morad.
David Madar. Yehudit Madar. The 21 dead children of Ma'alot -- 21 of the
thousands of innocents who died at Arafat's command.
Jeff Jacoby is a columnist for The Boston Globe.
Reprinted with permission from http://www.JeffJacoby.com