Lebanonââ
ââStateless,ââ Sklar repeated with palpable outrage. ââConfinedâ? For over a decade Arafat and the PLO used Lebanon as a launching pad for terrorist attacks on the diminished patch of earth you define as Israel. Only when we attacked them did we eliminate the threat.â
âTo what end?â Now Rahalâs tone conveyed weariness and disdain.âThe slaughter of Palestiniansâsome women and childrenâat Sabra and Shatilah by Christian militia empowered by Ariel Sharon? Caging Palestinians in refugee camps that serve as a breeding ground for hatred? Helping to empower another threat to Israel, the Shia terrorists of Hezbollah, through the indiscriminate bombing of Lebanese civilians? There is no end, and all our wars provide none.â
Rahalâs quickness of tongue, Brooke perceived, was enhanced by an intensity of manner that seemed close to aerobicâgestures, nods, swift shakes of her head. But he caught something more: Though roughly Brookeâs peer in age, she seemed older, grounded in a reality harsher than that of the other women he knew. âDonât mistake me,â she concluded in a level voice, âIsrael has real enemies. Iâd sacrifice my life for its survival. But our very existence is threatened by a permanent state of war.â
The student audience, Brooke noticed, seemed to pay her rapt attention. Inclining his head toward Ben, he murmured, âThe Israelis need a way out of Palestineââ
âWar,â Sklar was saying, âis the only sane response to terrorists with no regard for human life. The settlers are the Jewish bulwark, our first line of defense. Would you ask my brother to abandon his home?â
âYes, some must leave,â Anit acknowledged. âI know this would be a tragedy for your brother. But if Israel wanted protection, the settlements were a grave mistake. Soldiers leave more easily.â
To Brooke, she had captured the nub of the problemâa historic error, maintained through two generations, had placed Jewish families in the way of peace. âWhoever asks us to leave,â Sklar said fiercely, âour duty is to resist themâJew or Arab. Your belief that Palestinians will honor your betrayal is the pipe dream of a child.â His words came as swift as gunfire. âThey mean to kill us all. Arafat canât make peaceâhis own people would tear him to pieces. Instead they keep on breeding. The most deadly bombs of all are the wombs of Palestinian women. Their children will come for you unless we expel them first.â
âIn cattle cars?â Rahal inquired in acid tones. âThatâs not a pretty image. What destination do you propose?â
Sklar waved a stubby hand. âAustralia or Canada. Certainly not the Middle Eastâeven other Arabs canât stomach Palestinians on their land. Itâs only people like you who havenât noticed.â
With genuine fascination, Brooke watched Rahal control her anger,the effort bleeding into the chill of her voice. âOne notices many things, Jacob, when not listening for the voice of God. One is that the Palestinians arenât going anywhere. Youâd make us and them scorpions in a bottle, bent on consuming each other.â She paused, then achieved a calmer air. âThereâs no safety for Jews in oppressing or expelling others, imposing on Arabs the hardships weâve endured for centuries. Our only hope is to create a place where Palestinians have the joys and challenges of a normal life, and the ability to live it. Anything else is doomed.â
Benâs expression, Brooke noted, had become thoughtful and intent. âSheâs right,â he remarked at length. âThe Greater Israel people are on a suicide mission. The question is who goes with them.â
At the end, the audience gave both speakers sustained applause, especially Anit Rahal. Though she
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