Near the end of the period of our lives when we lived in Gush Katif in the Gaza Strip, there was an unpleasant weekly ritual for those of us who sometimes worked in Ashkelon or Beer-Sheva on Friday afternoons on our way home when we passed the Kissufim intersection, the last turn before entering the Gaza Strip. This was during the second intifada, and at that time much of the Arab violence was visited upon us living in Gush Katif for the obvious reason of our towns being embedded next to the increasingly militant population of the Arab cities of Khan Yunis, Gaza, and Rafah. Every Jewish town had its dead and seriously wounded, and those of us who were still alive had to strengthen ourselves by reinforcing our belief that our presence in the area was essential to the security of the Jewish nation. Contrary to what many assume, it was not a far-right wing government that decided to settle the area, rather, it was Yithak Rabin’s first government—traditionally leftist and socialist—who decided that there needed to be a Jewish presence in the Gaza Strip. That government turned to the National Religious camp to take up the challenge, because they were the only ones who could provide enough ideologically motivated Jews to succeed. We did succeed, and we did persevere in the worst of times, but in the end we were undone by Rabin’s second government, who decided to save Yasir Arafat from oblivion and to bring him back to life as the self-appointed leader of the Palestinian people, and to plant him and his evil minions in the Gaza Strip and to provide them with arms and military training and expect him to build a thriving Palestinian Arab entity, a partner for peace. There was one problem with that plan. The Arabs of Gaza hated Arafat. They knew him for what he was, and disposed of him in short order. I have written about this:
Thank you for this my friend. Please take care of yourself and those around you. We are all with you.