Here is a couple of peices I wrote on the subject.
This to give you an idea of what I feel about the situation. All of these written long prior to Sept. 11th.
My envisionment of what would be an Israeli invasion.
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The Retreat from Palestine- A work of fiction.
They must have seen it coming. Before Operation Goliath commenced, most of the arms and henchmen were moved out of Occupied Palestine. What wealth was to be had was transferred to Muslim controlled financial institutions. As usual, the Hamas faded back behind the borders of Jordan and the Hizballah to Syria.
Strategically placed incendiary devices insured that anything of economic worth was already blown. We gave up on taking back the buildings. Those that were left standing were in poor condition and fettered with booby traps anyway, so are scheduled for demolition. The DECON units will follow with NBC detection equipment. We think they may have poisoned the wells and orchards.
Arafat didn’t have a choice; we will never know why he didn’t put up a fight. His body was found by the IDF with bullet wounds in the back of his head. There is already talk of a permanent memorial to be placed in Bagdad, a mobile one that might one day sit in Jerusalem or, perhaps Tel Aviv. The memorial will decry the execution of the Palestinians Great Martyr by the Zionist.
The Iraqi military has set up refugee camps in Jordan as a humanitarian gesture. We are most concerned about that. Jordan and Egypt have called to the US for financial aid in the assistance of housing, feeding and providing for the displaced population. They have called for the US to decry the move and force an Israeli retreat. Since they didn’t listen, the Russians are pledging to send economic and logistic aid.
Israel is now unified! G-d be praised, we won. The land will heal itself.
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My position on the methods of the Israeli's war machine.
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Non-Invasive methods of fighting an unpopular war.
What I will call Moshe Propaganda Mechanisms.
...being done, albeit under the color of self-defense.
1. Alienization and dehumanization of the Palestinian people. Refusal to accept the Palestinians right to self-determination. (never mind that the Palestinians have walked themselves nicely into the role of the villain).
2. Destruction of civic and political infrastructure. Targeting the government and military to eliminate organized resistance to occupation.
3. Economic suppression and interdiction into Palestinians daily life. By suppressing the ability of civilians to conduct business and daily life via economic boycott and controlling the movement of people and goods within and around the Palestinians territory.
4. RELEGIOUS and Ethnic persecution. Improperly lumping Palestinian radical Muslims into the general Muslim population belief of religious tolerance. Many Muslim organizations stand up against the crimes of CERTAIN Palestinian platforms. Treating Palestine and Palestinians as a non-race and non-nation under the table while espousing it's efforts to mediate with them on the table.
5. Reciprocating military escalation. Targeting of civilian areas with unbalanced firepower. Use of military force to quell foreign civic disturbance. Lack of civic infrastructure (step 2) prevents domestic interdiction.
Israel has its work cut out for it. Once it has properly usurped Palestinian Authority it will have to deal with the threats from outside of its borders in a more direct fashion.
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Fictional Account-
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The Brother of a Hero?
Hello, My name is Muhammad. I am a 12-year-old living on the West Bank. I was dead before I was born. Some might say, why do you say this? I will tell you. One day a long time ago, my Grandpa owned some land down by the shore. He grew olives and loved to fish. He was a nice and benevolent man, so the soldiers let him alone. He lived in peace with his Jewish neighbors. They worked side by side, traveled the same roads and drank from the same well. All of that was destined to change. My Grandpa heard one day that the land he owned now belongs to Israel (actually, it always was Israel, or so he was told). A man came from the east. A powerful sheik that says he will help the people to right this injustice. He helped turn all the Arabs against the Jewish occupiers of my Grandpa's homeland. It was wrong, we know, it is now why we suffer so to this day. There were many wars; the powerful armies did not have the tenacity, or the will, to overcome the powers of the west. They packed up and went home. My grandpa was no longer welcomed by the Jews, which were his friends. He had become 'one of them'. He never really considered why he chose to stay. One day another man comes from Egypt. The man is rich and powerful. Beloved by the Arab Nations. He claims to represent us, the "Palestinians", or so he said. That does not matter now.
We embraced him because noone else will. He gave my father an identity and sense of worth that noone else would. Many of my father’s friends and relatives reject him. They say "He is not good enough, his politics are too slow. We want justice and retribution". That does not matter now. These new people teach hate. They teach the children that the Israeli's hate us, so we should hate them even more. It is the only way. The man from Egypt has no choice but the embrace the new people. He fears for his life, after all. That does not matter now.
My older brother was consumed by the hatred. They told him that he was nothing on earth. That there was only one way to make something of himself in the eyes of Allah. He believed them. I hope he is with Allah now. He martyred himself in June. We had a party. Many of the elders were proud. How could we help it, we didn't know. That does not matter now.
When I was five, I went to Kindergarten. We had a visit from Mickey Mouse. He is our hero from America. He told us it was ok to hate the Jews. How they have stolen our land, denied us our identity and pumped sewage into our water. We believed him. That does not matter now.
When I was eight, I was given a gun to look at. It was made in China, or so I was told. "One day you will be given a gun like this. We want to make sure you know what it is for. It is for killing Jews.” or so I was told. Allah has blessed you, he has blessed the gun, and he has blessed every bullet. For now I was given a sling. "Until you get a gun, you will use rocks, you will use sticks, you will use your arms". That does not matter now.
All I wanted was a chance. A chance to grow up, to have a job, to live in happiness, to eat lamb and drink wine. That does not matter anymore.
I hear a rumbling in the distance. Flashes of light. A jet screams overhead. The buildings around me are disappearing in clouds of dust and debris. There is screaming, injury and death all around me. Suddenly I am blind and cannot hear. I taste blood on my lips. It is my blood! Allah Akbar. Goodbye.
There is no moral to this story.
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