ARAFAT IS DEAD
I am not silent about Arafat’s death. I have no energy to celebrate the
passing of a madman. I am worn from watching, until I could not watch anymore,
media coverage glorifying throughout the night of his dastardly handiwork. I
had no emotion when person after person was brought on camera praising the
devil’s incarnate without one voice from the families of the murdered. And I
listened as the roll call began of prominent enemies of Israel dignifying him
with comments other than what should have been uttered, “no comment.”
Watch. Listen. As the enemies of Israel declare themselves by honoring
Arafat. Clinton. Kofi Anan. The list will grow. As will the tires burning in
Ramallah. Not Palestine. Ramallah. I shake my head watching as media continues
to bury history with badly researched articles spinning Transjordan, Palestine,
off newsprint, into a virtual existence. How can they forget that Palestine
exists today filled with Jews, Christians and Muslims. Arafat was only about
expulsion of the Jewish people from a corner of Palestine. One murder at a
time.
Dancing on Arafat’s grave will not bring back my brother. Nor will it
bring back the dead he built his career on.
Nor
will it provide for his 7 orphaned children. They could not celebrate Chezi’s
birthday with him on November 8th. How quickly Arafat’s crimes are
forgotten. How sad the poverty Abu Amman sunk his people both sides of the
green line into goes ignored.
All of 5’2 Arafat will never be a giant. He is a murderer. Of mice and men.
I am avenging my brother’s murder. I will continue to by writing,
educating and telling the world what they are seeing or choosing to ignore. In
Judaism, we are told, Zechor, to remember. I will remind. So the next
generation will not forget what media and diplomacy chooses to overlook-
changing history by ignoring history. Never ever again, on my watch.
There is no irony the despot died the midnight after my brother’s
birthday.
Carrie Devorah is a DC based investigative photojournalist. Her youngest
brother, Canadian Yechezkel Chezi Scotty Goldberg, forever 41, January 29,
2004, on Bus 19, outside Sharon’s office in Jerusalem.
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202 785 0626
carried@carrieon.com
Who:
Carrie Devorah
What: ARAFAT’S DEATH NOTATED BY SISTER OF MURDER VICTIM
Where: Washington DC
When: November 9, 2004
Why: Because, if you don't
cry, who will