Are Israeli’s Settlers human:
A few years ago, British poet and Oxford don Tom Paulin offered a view on what should be done to certain Jewish settlers. “[They] should be shot dead,” he told Al-Ahram Weekly. “I think they are Nazis, racists. I feel nothing but hatred for them.” As for Israel itself, it was, he said, “an historical obscenity.”
Stephens points out correctly that as long as “Palestinians” pay no price for silting the throats of infants and then publicly celebrating such slaughter they will continue to do so with impunity.
Even worse is that Palestinians have grown accustomed to the waiver the rest of the world has consistently granted them over the years no matter what they do. Palestinians ought to have expectations of themselves if they mean to build a viable state. But their chances of doing so are considerably diminished if the world expects nothing of them and forgives them everything.
Betsy’s Newmark make a point that the west seems to be missing:
The moral degradation of these elites who will praise any thug as long as it gives them an opportunity to bash the West of Israel has led to a Palestinian culture that justifies slaughter and celebrates murder. These are the same people who danced in the street after 9/11. Do those silent European elites think that these dancing Palestinians wouldn’t dance at the news of slaughter in European capital cities?
As long as they are killing Jews that will never enter into it. One of the greatest pieces of historical revisionism was that the west cared about the slaughter of the Jews in Europe by Hitler. It was the individual American troops who found the death camps that actually cares and were incensed it was that fact that caused the west to act. Why is anyone surprised that the children and grandchildren of those who didn’t care still don’t?
I think it is the height of Racism, not just toward the Jews but also toward the Arabs, why is it that we think so little of them that we don’t expect better?
Update: Mark Steyn comments:
But sometimes, as when a baby has her throat slashed, what’s not said is just as telling. Recently I was talking to a Hungarian Jew who lived in hiding in Budapest during the Second World War: By 1944, the pro-German government was running short of ammo, so they were obliged to get a little creative. They’d handcuff Jews together in a long chain, stand them on a bridge, put a bullet in the ones at each end, and then push them into the Danube to let the dead weight drag down the ones in between. You have to have a strong stomach for such work, perhaps almost as strong as for killing three-month olds. But, as my friend told his tale, I thought not of the monsters on the bridge, nor even those on the banks cheering, but about the far larger numbers of people scurrying about their business and rationalizing what was going on. That’s what made the difference, then as now.