-Caveat Lector-
I Stand with Israel: I Stand with the Jews by
Oriana Fallaci
Corriere della Sera | December 2, 2002
(http://www.frontpagemag.com/Articles/Printable.asp?ID=4830)
[A French court on Nov. 20, 2002, dismissed a
request to ban "The
Rage and the Pride," the best-selling book by
[leftist] Italian
journalist Oriana Fallaci that critics say incites
hatred of
Muslims. Fallaci, 73, is a former Resistance
fighter and war
correspondent best-known for her uncompromising
interviews with
world leaders]
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I find it shameful that in Italy there should be a
procession of
individuals dressed as suicide bombers who spew
vile abuse at
Israel, hold up photographs of Israeli leaders on
whose foreheads
they have drawn the swastika, incite people to
hate the Jews. And
who, in order to see Jews once again in the
extermination camps,
in the gas chambers, in the ovens of Dachau and
Mauthausen and
Buchenwald and Bergen-Belsen et cetera, would sell
their own
mother to a harem.
I find it shameful that the Catholic Church should
permit a
bishop, one with lodgings in the Vatican no less,
a saintly man
who was found in Jerusalem with an arsenal of arms
and explosives
hidden in the secret compartments of his sacred
Mercedes, to
participate in that procession and plant himself
in front of a
microphone to thank in the name of God the suicide
bombers who
massacre the Jews in pizzerias and supermarkets.
To call them
"martyrs who go to their deaths as to a party."
I find it shameful that in France, the France of
Liberty-Equality-Fraternity, they burn synagogues,
terrorize
Jews, profane their cemeteries. I find it shameful
that the youth
of Holland and Germany and Denmark flaunt the
kaffiah just as
Mussolini's avant garde used to flaunt the club
and the fascist
badge.
I find it shameful that in nearly all the
universities of Europe
Palestinian students sponsor and nurture
anti-Semitism. That in
Sweden they asked that the Nobel Peace Prize given
to Shimon
Peres in 1994 be taken back and conferred on the
dove with the
olive branch in his mouth, that is on Arafat. I
find it shameful
that the distinguished members of the Committee, a
Committee that
(it would appear) rewards political color rather
than merit,
should take this request into consideration and
even respond to
it. In hell the Nobel Prize honors he who does not
receive it.
I find it shameful (we're back in Italy) that
state-run
television stations contribute to the resurgent
anti-Semitism,
crying only over Palestinian deaths while playing
down Israeli
deaths, glossing over them in unwilling tones. I
find it shameful
that in their debates they host with much
deference the
scoundrels with turban or kaffiah who yesterday
sang hymns to the
slaughter at New York and today sing hymns to the
slaughters at
Jerusalem, at Haifa, at Netanya, at Tel Aviv.
I find it shameful that the press does the same,
that it is
indignant because Israeli tanks surround the
Church of the
Nativity in Bethlehem, that it is not indignant
because inside
that same church two hundred Palestinian
terrorists well armed
with machine guns and munitions and explosives
(among them are
various leaders of Hamas and Al-Aqsa) are not
unwelcome guests of
the monks (who then accept bottles of mineral
water and jars of
honey from the soldiers of those tanks).
I find it shameful that, in giving the number of
Israelis killed
since the beginning of the Second Intifada (four
hundred twelve),
a noted daily newspaper found it appropriate to
underline in
capital letters that more people are killed in
their traffic
accidents. (Six hundred a year).
I find it shameful that the Roman Observer, the
newspaper of the
Pope--a Pope who not long ago left in the Wailing
Wall a letter
of apology for the Jews--accuses of extermination
a people who
were exterminated in the millions by Christians.
By Europeans. I
find it shameful that this newspaper denies to the
survivors of
that people (survivors who still have numbers
tattooed on their
arms) the right to react, to defend themselves, to
not be
exterminated again.
I find it shameful that in the name of Jesus
Christ (a Jew
without whom they would all be unemployed), the
priests of our
parishes or Social Centers or whatever they are
flirt with the
assassins of those in Jerusalem who cannot go to
eat a pizza or
buy some eggs without being blown up.
I find it shameful that they are on the side of
the very ones who
inaugurated terrorism, killing us on airplanes, in
airports, at
the Olympics, and who today entertain themselves
by killing
western journalists. By shooting them, abducting
them, cutting
their throats, decapitating them. (There's someone
in Italy who,
since the appearance of Anger and Pride, would
like to do the
same to me. Citing verses of the Koran he exorts
his "brothers"
in the mosques and the Islamic Community to
chastise me in the
name of Allah. To kill me. Or rather to die with
me. Since he's
someone who speaks English well, I'll respond to
him in English:
"F*** you.")
I find it shameful that almost all of the left,
the left that
twenty years ago permitted one of its union
processionals to
deposit a coffin (as a mafioso warning) in front
of the synagogue
of Rome, forgets the contribution made by the Jews
to the fight
against fascism. Made by Carlo and Nello Rossini,
for example, by
Leone Ginzburg, by Umberto Terracini, by Leo
Valiani, by Emilio
Sereni, by women like my friend Anna Maria
Enriques Agnoletti who
was shot at Florence on June 12, 1944, by
seventy-five of the
three-hundred-thirty-five people killed at the
Fosse Ardeatine,
by the infinite others killed under torture or in
combat or
before firing squads. (The companions, the
teachers, of my
infancy and my youth.)
I find it shameful that in part through the fault
of the left--or
rather, primarily through the fault of the left
(think of the
left that inaugurates its congresses applauding
the
representative of the PLO, leader in Italy of the
Palestinians
who want the destruction of Israel)--Jews in
Italian cities are
once again afraid. And in French cities and Dutch
cities and
Danish cities and German cities, it is the same. I
find it
shameful that Jews tremble at the passage of the
scoundrels
dressed like suicide bombers just as they trembled
during
Krystallnacht, the night in which Hitler gave free
rein to the
Hunt of the Jews.
I find it shameful that in obedience to the
stupid, vile,
dishonest, and for them extremely advantageous
fashion of
Political Correctness the usual opportunists--or
better the usual
parasites--exploit the word Peace. That in the
name of the word
Peace, by now more debauched than the words Love
and Humanity,
they absolve one side alone of its hate and
bestiality. That in
the name of a pacifism (read conformism) delegated
to the singing
crickets and buffoons who used to lick Pol Pot's
feet they incite
people who are confused or ingenuous or
intimidated. Trick them,
corrupt them, carry them back a half century to
the time of the
yellow star on the coat. These charlatans who care
about the
Palestinians as much as I care about the
charlatans. That is not
at all.
I find it shameful that many Italians and many
Europeans have
chosen as their standard-bearer the gentleman (or
so it is polite
to say) Arafat. This nonentity who thanks to the
money of the
Saudi Royal Family plays the Mussolini ad
perpetuum and in his
megalomania believes he will pass into History as
the George
Washington of Palestine. This ungrammatical wretch
who when I
interviewed him was unable even to put together a
complete
sentence, to make articulate conversation. So that
to put it all
together, write it, publish it, cost me a
tremendous effort and I
concluded that compared to him even Ghaddafi
sounds like Leonardo
da Vinci. This false warrior who always goes
around in uniform
like Pinochet, never putting on civilian garb, and
yet despite
this has never participated in a battle. War is
something he
sends, has always sent, others to do for him. That
is, the poor
souls who believe in him. This pompous incompetent
who playing
the part of Head of State caused the failure of
the Camp David
negotiations, Clinton's mediation.
No-no-I-want-Jerusalem-all-to-myself. This eternal
liar who has a
flash of sincerity only when (in private) he
denies Israel's
right to exist, and who as I say in my book
contradicts himself
every five minutes. He always plays the
double-cross, lies even
if you ask him what time it is, so that you can
never trust him.
Never! With him you will always wind up
systematically betrayed.
This eternal terrorist who knows only how to be a
terrorist
(while keeping himself safe) and who during the
Seventies, that
is when I interviewed him, even trained the
terrorists of
Baader-Meinhof. With them, children ten years of
age. Poor
children. (Now he trains them to become suicide
bombers. A
hundred baby suicide bombers are in the works: a
hundred!). This
weathercock who keeps his wife at Paris, served
and revered like
a queen, and keeps his people down in the s***. He
takes them out
of the s*** only to send them to die, to kill and
to die, like
the eighteen year old girls who in order to earn
equality with
the fate of their victims. And yet many Italians
love him, yes.
Just like they loved Mussolini. And many other
Europeans do the
same.
I find it shameful and see in all this the rise of
a new fascism,
a new nazism. A fascism, a nazism, that much more
grim and
revolting because it is conducted and nourished by
those who
hypocritically pose as do-gooders, progressives,
communists,
pacifists, Catholics or rather Christians, and who
have the gall
to label a warmonger anyone like me who screams
the truth. I see
it, yes, and I say the following. I have never
been tender with
the tragic and Shakespearean figure Sharon. ("I
know you've come
to add another scalp to your necklace," he
murmured almost with
sadness when I went to interview him in 1982.) I
have often had
disagreements with the Israelis, ugly ones, and in
the past I
have defended the Palestinians a great deal. Maybe
more than they
deserved. But I stand with Israel, I stand with
the Jews. I stand
just as I stood as a young girl during the time
when I fought
with them, and when the Anna Marias were shot. I
defend their
right to exist, to defend themselves, to not let
themselves be
exterminated a second time. And disgusted by the
anti-Semitism of
many Italians, of many Europeans, I am ashamed of
this shame that
dishonors my Country and Europe. At best, it is
not a community
of States, but a pit of Pontius Pilates. And even
if all the
inhabitants of this planet were to think
otherwise, I would
continue to think so.
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