dimanche, juillet 30, 2006

Day 19

I just woke up and heard the TV. I couldn’t understand what it was saying but the tone was menacing. I went to the living room and here it was, I was back in time 10 years to 1996 and the massacre of Qana. I saw the strip on the down side of the screen that said Qana and pieces of people being transported by people that are still in one piece. It was not 1996, it was 2006, the same village, where Christ turned water into wine, an Israeli warplane once again turned civilians into meat. 55 bodies and still counting, it was a shelter where the children of the village were hiding with their mothers.

Now one can seek justification, then when none are found, one can call for accidental happenings, then when it is not enough one can just say that it was the fault of the Hezbollah, and Israelis will not feel guilt. After all why should they? They are fighting terrorism.

These dead people are the children and the brothers and sisters and mothers of people who are still alive. If one doesn’t understand how these people who are still alive will want revenge then one doesn’t even recognize they are people. It is incidents like this one – incident it will be called – that makes the fighters in the resistance ready to die for their cause, after all many of them have already lost their families in Israeli raids.

In 1996 the raid was also on a UN compound where some 200 people were seeking refuge, it was not only one shell that fell, but more than that, all of them died. Yesterday another UN compound was hit leaving 4 wounded from the Indian troops. And the day before another UN compound was hit, leaving material damage. Now when I see this repetitive pattern I can’t understand how an army with perfect accuracy in firing when they want and where they want (they hit very small targets sometimes) can make so many mistakes. It is either that they don’t even care or that they do it on purpose. To compare the violence on both sides is an insult, never forget that a 3ton missile makes a detonation very few people in the world have ever heard and fewer have survived.

Long live democracy. Rice is coming again today.