Seventeen years after

Seventeen years after

This article is dedicated to the memories of: Rabbi Shlomo Ra’anan, Danny Vargas, Rina Didovsky, Eliyahu ben Ami, Shalhevet Pas, Rabbi Eli and Dina Horowitz, Gadi and Dina Levy, Rabbi Shlomo Shapira,  Col. Dror Weinberg , Lt. Dan Cohen, Sgt. Igor Drobitsky,Cpl. David Marcus, Ch.-Supt. Samih Sweidan, Sgt. Tomer Nov,  Sgt. Gad Rahamim, St.-Sgt. Netanel Machluf, St.-Sgt. Yeshayahu Davidov, Yitzhak Buanish, Alexander Zwitman, Alexander Dohan, Avichai Levi, Aviad Mantzur, Yitzhak and Tali Ames, Kochava Even Chaim, and Avishai Shindler, Asher and Yonatan Palmer, Gal Kobi, HaShem Yikom Damam (and my apologies to anyone unintentionally forgotten)

All killed in and around Hebron following signing and implementation of the Hebron Accords


I started today by taking a good look at the date. Sure enough, January 20.  Seventeen years.


The number 17 in Hebrew  numerology  equals the sum of Tov – meaning good.


Good is always relative.


Seventeen years ago today, on January 20, 1997, the ‘Hebron Accords,’ signed a short time earlier, were implemented. Hebron was divided, leaving 97% of the city inaccessible to Jews. Over 80% of the city was abandoned to Arafat, granting him and his terrorist regime full security control over most of the city.


I remember the day very well. I had an appointment in Jerusalem. Dr. Moshe Gottlieb z”l hy”d was an expert orthopedist. A few months earlier, during a demonstration here in Hebron, a policeman literally picked me up like a rag doll and tossed me to the side. A month later my back went out.  That morning I went into Jerusalem for another treatment. Dr. Gottlieb had hands of gold and his magic touch was very effective.


Five years later, Dr. Gottlieb was on a bus which exploded in Gilo, killing  him and 18 others. He was on his way to give free treatment to autistic children in Jerusalem.


When I arrived back in Hebron, the city was reminiscent of a three-ring circus. But not a happy one, at least not for us. Our Arab neighbors were celebrating. The IDF had withdrawn from most of the city. The picture of the Col Gadi Shamni, then military commander of Judea, leaving the Hebron military headquarters, remains embedded in my memory. It was reminiscent of surrender. In reality, that’s what it was.


Arafat’s Hebron commander, a well-known terrorist named Jibril Rajoub, as he occupied those headquarters, declared that ‘they had cast off an enormous weight, yet there still remained a yoke around their  necks, which too would be shortly removed.’


For the record, it must be stated that, in essence, when Arafat signed the accords, he acknowledged the legitimacy of the Hebron Jewish community. But as we know, so much for signatures.


It wasn’t as if we were blind to the results of this catastrophic agreement. We warned of the consequences, and we weren’t wrong. Following outbreak of the “Olso war,” aka ‘the 2nd intifada, Hebron commander Noam Tibon was quoted as saying, in March 2001, “the Hebron Accords are a ‘crappy’ agreement.” He was, of course, reprimanded by his boss, the current chief of staff of the IDF, Benny Ganz.  But of course he was right. His description was an understatement. We were shot at for almost two and a half years from hills surrounding us, abandoned to Arafat.


And let’s not forget the terrorists who planned their murderous attacks in Hebron, and then perpetrated them throughout Israel. For example:  The Jihad Soccer Club []


Where does that leave us today? How can we learn from the past? Or, perhaps better asked, have we learned from the past?


The answer is a resounding no.


Yesterday I heard that former Likud minister Dan Meridor said that should the present ‘peace talks’ fail, Israel must decide on borders and again, unilaterally ‘withdraw,’ or in other words, retreat, abandon, etc.


Well, I guess Meridor’s been hibernating since the abandonment of Gush Katif and missed the news of 13,000 rockets falling on Israel, ever since, including the five that were shot down over Ashkelon a few nights ago by the ‘Iron Dome’ anti-missile system.


But what about the others, who haven’t been in a ‘deep-sleep?’ Like Netanyahu, for example.

Last night I attended an ‘emergency meeting’ called by members of the “Jewish Home” party, in Ofra, in the Benjamin district, just outside of Jerusalem. The meeting was called as a result of continuing negotiations to again divide our land. These talks are quite secretive; rumors abound, but no one really knows exactly what’s being said behind closed doors. But the rumors are enough for concern. Grave concern.


I’d estimate that about 250 people attended, including leaders and members of numerous right-wing organizations. Also MKs, Rabbis and one deputy minister, Tzipi Hotovely, of the Likud and others.

Anyone attending was allowed to speak. All speakers were requested to talk about ‘what we should do’ and to keep it brief.   Many ideas were suggested; not too many of them were new. Some were implemented in the past, others not.


But it’s all been heard before. The last time, nine years ago, in attempts to prevent the expulsion from Gush Katif, and before that, prior to the division of Hebron, and back in 1993, trying to prevent Oslo. And of course, let’s not forget the granddaddy of them all, the expulsion from Yamit in 1982, transfer and abandonment of the Sinai to Egypt.


1982 to 2014. Thirty two years. And we’re still playing the same games, watching as our land is chopped up into pieces, discarded, while we, the people of Israel, are fed to hungry wolves.

That’s what last night reminded me of. Not a bad dream. Rather a horrid sense of déjà vu. Been there, saw it, done it. The same threats, the same voices, the same suggestions, the  same acts and deeds. And the same results.


Doesn’t leave you feeling really good.


So, what’s next? Good question. In truth, I have no idea. Anything can happen. I know that here in Hebron and around Hebron, violence is escalating on an almost daily basis. Last night three Molotov cocktails were thrown at Beit Shneerson, right next to Beit Hadassah.  Ditto last Friday, at Beit Kastel. Ditto a few days earlier at Beit Romano. Massive rock attacks, as we’ve witnessed before, on the road between Hebron and Jerusalem. Not too long ago, Israel soldiers literally stood and watched as Arabs pelted Israeli cars with huge stones. The reason for their inaction: they claimed that shooting ‘live bullets’ at stone-throwers is forbidden, and they didn’t have ‘rubber bullets.’ The result: watching from the side as Arabs attempt to kill Jews.


This is about as absurd as it gets.


Well almost.


That fact that Israeli leaders are still seriously discussing further dissection of Eretz Yisrael is no less absurd.


This is what’s going through my head today. Seventeen years after.