JEFF JACOBY
Arafat the monster
By Jeff Jacoby, Globe Columnist | November 11, 2004
YASSER ARAFAT died at age 75, lying in bed surrounded by
familiar faces. He left this world peacefully, unlike the
thousands of victims he sent to early graves.
In a better world, the PLO chief would have met his end on a
gallows, hanged for mass murder much as the Nazi chiefs were
hanged at Nuremberg. In a better world, the French president
would not have paid a visit to the bedside of such a monster.
In a better world, George Bush would not have said, on hearing
the first reports that Arafat had died, "God bless his
soul."
God bless his soul? What a grotesque idea! Bless the soul of
the man who brought modern terrorism to the world? Who sent
his agents to slaughter athletes at the Olympics, blow
airliners out of the sky, bomb schools and pizzerias,
machine-gun passengers in airline terminals? Who lied,
cheated, and stole without compunction? Who inculcated the
vilest culture of Jew-hatred since the Third Reich? Human
beings might stoop to bless a creature so evil -- as indeed
Arafat was blessed, with money, deference, even a Nobel Prize
-- but God, I am quite sure, will damn him for eternity.
Arafat always inspired flights of nonsense from Western
journalists, and his last two weeks were no exception.
Derek Brown wrote in The Guardian that Arafat's
"undisputed courage as a guerrilla leader" was
exceeded only "by his extraordinary courage" as a
peace negotiator. But it is an odd kind of courage that
expresses itself in shooting unarmed victims -- or in signing
peace accords and then flagrantly violating their terms.
Another commentator, columnist Gwynne Dyer, asked, "So
what did Arafat do right?" The answer: He drew worldwide
attention to the Palestinian cause, "for the most part by
successful acts of terror." In other words, butchering
innocent human beings was "right," since it served
an ulterior political motive. No doubt that thought brings
daily comfort to all those who were forced to bury a child,
parent, or spouse because of Arafat's "successful"
terrorism.
Some journalists couldn't wait for Arafat's actual death to
begin weeping for him. Take the BBC's Barbara Plett, who burst
into tears on the day he was airlifted out of the West Bank.
"When the helicopter carrying the frail old man rose
above his ruined compound," Plett reported from Ramallah,
"I started to cry." Normal people don't weep for
brutal murderers, but Plett made it clear that her empathy for
Arafat -- whom she praised as "a symbol of Palestinian
unity, steadfastness, and resistance" -- was heartfelt:
"I remember well when the Israelis re-conquered the West
Bank more than two years ago, how they drove their tanks and
bulldozers into Mr. Arafat's headquarters, trapping him in a
few rooms, and throwing a military curtain around Ramallah. I
remember how Palestinians admired his refusal to flee under
fire. They told me: `Our leader is sharing our pain, we are
all under the same siege.' And so was I." Such is the
state of journalism at the BBC, whose reporters do not seem to
have any trouble reporting, dry-eyed, on the plight of
Arafat's victims. (That is, when they mention them -- which
Plett's teary bon voyage to Arafat did not.)
And what about those victims? Why were they scarcely
remembered in this Arafat death watch?
How is it possible to reflect on Arafat's most enduring legacy
-- the rise of modern terrorism -- without recalling the
legions of men, women, and children whose lives he and his
followers destroyed? If Osama bin Laden were on his deathbed,
would we neglect to mention all those he murdered on 9/11?
It would take an encyclopedia to catalog all of the evil
Arafat committed. But that is no excuse for not trying to
recall at least some of it.
Perhaps his signal contribution to the practice of political
terror was the introduction of warfare against children. On
one black date in May 1974, three PLO terrorists slipped from
Lebanon into the northern Israeli town of Ma'alot. They
murdered two parents and a child whom they found at home, then
seized a local school, taking more than 100 boys and girls
hostage and threatening to kill them unless a number of
imprisoned terrorists were released. When Israeli troops
attempted a rescue, the terrorists exploded hand grenades and
opened fire on the students. By the time the horror ended, 25
people were dead; 21 of them were children.
Thirty years later, no one speaks of Ma'alot anymore. The dead
children have been forgotten. Everyone knows Arafat's name,
but who ever recalls the names of his victims?
So let us recall them: Ilana Turgeman. Rachel Aputa. Yocheved
Mazoz. Sarah Ben-Shim'on. Yona Sabag. Yafa Cohen. Shoshana
Cohen. Michal Sitrok. Malka Amrosy. Aviva Saada. Yocheved
Diyi. Yaakov Levi. Yaakov Kabla. Rina Cohen. Ilana Ne'eman.
Sarah Madar. Tamar Dahan. Sarah Soper. Lili Morad. David
Madar. Yehudit Madar. The 21 dead children of Ma'alot -- 21 of
the thousands of who died at Arafat's command.