Wednesday, March 15, 2006
This is a tough one to swallow.
Frankly, it's items like this that reinforce my basic conviction that the Israelis made a mistake of biblical proportions not only in ever agreeing to the idea a Palestinian state but in allowing these people to continue to live next to them...plotting and cheering on the next atrocity.
I've mentioned Samir Quntar and Sultan Al-Ajaluni before on the site, as the bosum pals and companions of convicted terrorist murderer Marwan Barghouti. This week the Palestinian Authority has announced that it is granting honorary citizenship to these two Arab terrorists, a Lebanese and a Jordanian respectively. Both are serving life sentences in Israeli jails.
Here's why...and this will give you an idea of what the Palestinian death culture is all about.
One night in April, 1978, Kuntar and three accomplices landed at the Israeli coastal town of Nahariya from the sea, seized Danny Haran, 28, and his daughter Einat, 4, from their home. They shot Danny dead in front of his child and then smashed the child’s head on a rock. Danny’s wife Smadar survived but while hiding in a closet from the killers, she accidentally smothered to death their 2-year old daughter, Yael. Police Sgt. Eliahu Sassar rushed to the rescue and was shot dead.
Smadar Haran, wife and mother of the murder victims, described the murder in the Washington Post in 2003 in these words:
"It was a murder of unimaginable cruelty. It had been a peaceful Sabbath day. My husband, Danny, and I had picnicked with our little girls, Einat, 4, and Yael, 2, on the beach. Around midnight, the terrorists burst into our building. Danny helped our neighbor climb into a crawl space above our bedroom; I went in behind her with Yael in my arms. Danny grabbed Einat and was dashing out the front door when the terrorists came crashing into our flat. They held Danny and Einat . I will never forget the joy and the hatred in the terrorists voices as they swaggered about hunting for us, firing their guns and throwing grenades. As I lay there, I remembered my mother telling me how she had hidden from the Nazis during the Holocaust. "This is just like what happened to my mother, I thought.
The terrorists took Danny and Einat down to the beach. There, according to eyewitnesses, one of them shot Danny in front of Einat so that his death would be the last sight she would ever see. Then he smashed my little girl's skull in against a rock with his rifle butt. That terrorist was Samir Quntar."[Smadar Haran Kaiser, Washington Post, May 18, 2003]
There is something indescibably savage and rotten in a culture that not only produces such wanton cruelty, but celebrates it.And, as I show above, educates the next generation to emulate the same murderous evil.
You can tell a lot about a culture by what it chooses to reward and the heroes it honors.
A hat tip to THE AUTONOMIST for bringing this to my attention.