WASHINGTON, DC, November 29, 2012 - Even as we speak, the well-tailored [thug] Mahmoud Abbas is over at the UN peddling statehood for his company of terrorists known professionally as the Palestinian Authority. As a first step (like the Miss Congeniality consolation) he’s reaching for “non-member observer status” and it appears that the votes from the General Assembly are in his favor.
Abbas can count on the support of the Europeans, the same people who murdered six million Jews only a few decades ago.
So how did we get to this moment where hijackers, rapists and murderers are this close to being reckoned as legitimate and sovereign?
We begin by tracing it back to that day at the White House, 1993, when Israeli Prime Minister Yitzhak Rabin shook hands with Yasser Arafat and thereby, in a snap, codified terror as justifiable and placed a confederacy of clowns along the same footing as all other nations, namely Israel. Moral equivalency lived from that day forward.
We go back further to the 1960s, 70s and 80s to recall that it all started with Arafat and his Palestine Liberation Organization (PLO), which gained tributes for murdering people on trains, planes, ships, automobiles, streets, sidewalks, restaurants and all places where Israelis could be found.
There is no telling the number of Israeli victims to his credit – surely into the thousands – but the numbers were high enough to impress the Norwegian Nobel Committee. So they gave Arafat a Peace Prize. Rabin also got one for capitulation and near-surrender – though not in those words.
From Arafat’s PLO came all the rest, Fatah, Hezbollah, Islamic Jihad and then some, but they differ only in tribal and trivial rivalries. Otherwise they are all in the same boat when it comes to destroying Israel and imposing sharia law on themselves and upon everybody else.
When Arafat finally met his 72 virgins, Abbas took over the “peace process,” otherwise known as “license to kill.”
Back to our summary…decades back, these goons who invented modern terrorism almost didn’t make it to this day at the UN. Even the Israeli’s had finally had enough and they went ahead and expelled Arafat and his merry men. Jordan offered to take them in, and in they went, guns blazing, and soon enough they tried to take over the entire country, using riots, chaos, rape and murder to call attention to themselves.
King Hussein kicked them out and it was quite a bloodbath; thousands of Palestinians killed by fellow Arabs in what is still known as Black September.
Next? Arafat and his thugs took up residence in Lebanon, where it was Jordan all over again, and maybe worse. Churches were defiled. Lebanese Christians and Muslims were raped and murdered up and down the land and here we go again – out goes Arafat with the rest of his delinquents and malcontents.
From here we find the PLO scattered and demolished. No place to go. The PLO is finished.
Oops. Not so fast. Someone has to come to the rescue. Who would that be? Fellow Arabs? No deal. Been there. Done that.
But you can always count on Liberals to do GOOD – and this is where I come in. At the time I was morning-drive editor for KYW news-radio in Philadelphia (I hated the job, by the way) and I was in Arab-controlled Bethlehem as part of a group of journalists on a fact-finding trip.
After being addressed by the mayor and other Arab dignitaries, we separated for pita and hummus, and I found myself cornered by about 20 leading citizens. These were Palestinian Arab doctors, lawyers, accountants, but mostly shop owners and businessmen.
Here is what they said – please please, go back to America and tell your President and Congress that we do not want Arafat and his PLO! They are scum. We share the same lineage but they are not our brothers. We are doing well here but this will all change if Israel opens the door. (This is my overview of an hour-long conversation.)
But urged on by the Left, voices in the press, actions by the government, Israel opened the door and said to the PLO, “Come on in. Live with us in peace.”
Instead, there was blood…and this very moment, at the UN, Israel finds herself desperately trying to ward off a monster that she herself helped create.
Jack Engelhard is a novelist for such moral dilemma bestsellers as The Bathsheba Deadline, The Girls of Cincinnati, and the classic Indecent Proposal, his memoir Escape From Mount Moriah, and Slot Attendant – A Novel About A Novelist is Engelhard’s partly autobiographical expose about the trials of making it as a writer, bring his words to the Communities page covering all topics, with special focus on the absurdity of human behavior, and reaches around the globe.
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