Nobody is allowed to enter or leave the Gaza strip. It is surrounded by
barbed wire, its gates are locked, and even with the proper documents, one
cannot visit the largest high security prison on earth, home to over one
million Palestinians. The Israeli army, once a fabled fighting force, have
become mere prison guards. The IDFs tactics were formulated back in 1930s,
"you do not have to kill a million, kill the best, and the rest will be
cowed". This method was first applied by the British with the help of their
Jewish allies during the Palestinian uprising of 1936. Since then, thousands
of the best sons and daughters of this land, the potential elite of the
Palestinians, have been exterminated. Once again, the Israeli army is being
used to implement the same master plan, to 'cool the restive natives' by
routinely shooting potential rebels.
Their job is easy: the strongest and biggest army in the Middle East, a major
nuclear power, has all the weapons in the world, while the jailed
Palestinians have only light guns. Recently, Israelis intercepted a boatload
of weapons on the way to Gaza. The Army boasted of a major victory, but
expressed 'concern'. They have a reason for concern. Since 1973, the Israeli
army has rarely had to worry about return fire. The Jewish soldiers got used
to soft jobs. They prefer to shoot unarmed kids.
Gaza is a sci-fi reality, reminiscent of some Prison Planet B-movie. Its
barbed wire fence guards a secret: the unbroken will of its people. It is a
B-movie set, but its men and women are first grade.
This secret message came out of Palestine embodied in a 13-years boy, Farris
Ode. He was the youthful Palestinian David we saw confronting the Jewish
Goliath on the outskirts of Gaza in the immortal photo by AP photographer
Laurent Rebours. Farris the Fearless threw his stones on the armoured monster
with the grace of St George, the beloved saint of Palestine. He confronted
the enemy with the nonchalance of a village boy chasing away a ferocious dog.
The picture was taken on the 29th of October, and a few days later, on 8th of
November, a Jewish sniper murdered him in cold blood.
He leaves behind a picture of a hero, a poster to be placed next to Che
Guevara's, a name to be spoken in the same breath with the name of Gavroche,
the brave rebel kid from the barricades of Paris in Victor Hugo's novel Les
Misérables, a symbol of the unvanquished irreducible human spirit. He emerged
from a different time, the time when heroism was not a dirty word, when men
went to war ready to fight and die for a noble cause. This spirit is totally
foreign to the cheap commercial hedonism, the main ideology of our days,
abundantly supplied by American pop-culture.
Farris's legacy is a sign of the failure of Israel's master plan. This young
rebel was born under Israeli military occupation and he died defying the
soldiers of the IDF.
This message of hope was not immediately understood by friends of Palestine,
as we have become accustomed to the idea of Palestinian suffering and
martyrdom. In our writing, we unconsciously copycat the somewhat effeminate
approach of presenting 'our side' as unfortunate victims deserving of
compassion and pity. The last thing we should feel towards the Palestinians
is pity. Admiration, love, solidarity, hero-worship, even envy, but no pity.
If you pity them, you might as well pity the 300 warriors of King Leonidas,
who fell defending Thermopilae, or the Russian soldiers who stopped
Guderian's tanks with their bodies, or even Gary Cooper in High Noon. Heroes
should not be pitied, they are an uplifting example for us.
At first, we failed to correctly place the image of Faris. The narrative of
suffering called for the picture of a crouching Muhammad Dorra, dying in
front of our eyes, a child companion to the little naked Vietnamese girl
running out of the fiery hell of napalm.
The image of Faris Ode belongs to a different set of icons: that of a hero.
Its place is next to that of the Marines on Iwo Jima, or in a church next to
his countryman, St George. After all, the warrior saint was martyred and
buried in the Palestinian soil, not far from Faris, in the crypt of the old
Byzantine church in Lydda.
The adversaries of the Palestinians understood this reality better than their
pals in New York. The American Jewish-dominated press spared no effort to
erase the memory of Faris, as they were unable to find a hero of their own to
compete with the Gaza boy. The networks ran a silly contest for the most
important Picture of the Year, with a choice between Dorrah the Martyr and a
flower. The really important picture, the icon of Faris, was not offered to
But that was not enough, and the Washington Post sent its correspondent in
Palestine, Lee Hockstader, to debunk the fallen kid's memory. This AIPAC-run
rag could depend on Hockstader. His reports should be studied in schools of
journalism, in a course on disinformation. When the Israeli army tanks and
gun ships blasted defenseless Bethlehem, Hockstader wrote: "In the Biblical
(he would not mention Nativity, would he?) town of Bethlehem, Israeli
soldiers and Palestinians fought with tanks, missiles, helicopters,
machineguns and stones". I suspect that Hockstader's history of WWII, would
narrate a tale where the US and Japan fought with nuclear bombs, or Jews and
Germans killed each other with concentration camp gas canisters.
Hockstader duly justified Israeli raids on civilian population, writing:
"Israeli army spokesmen say that the raids are limited and essentially
defensive. But the Israeli government takes a broader view, noting that the
raids give local military commanders flexibility against an elusive enemy".
If he takes 'a broader view' of Israeli actions, the Palestinians in his
reports are just mad terrorists: 'The Palestinians have been threatening to
exact a price for what they regard as a war of aggression. A representative
of the Islamic Resistance Movement known as Hamas, called for further suicide
bombings and mortar fire against Israel.'
A fellow Hockstader-watcher, Francois Smith, wrote on the Web: "I am offended
that this guy thinks I'm dumb enough to believe him. Watch out for Lee
Hockstader. I think he has an agenda".
Well, he certainly has; the agenda of enforcing Jewish supremacy and smearing
Palestinians. Debunking Faris fits this agenda perfectly. Hockstader went to
Gaza, and reported that Faris was a bad boy who did not obey his mommy and
daddy, that he played truant at school, he was an 'adolescent daredevil',
who actually wanted to be killed, and a merciful Jewish sniper just fulfilled
his wish. Hockstader missed nothing: the kid was shot while lifting a stone,
and therefore had to be killed; his posthumous fame was 'the hullabaloo over
his death'; and anyway, his mother received 'a $10,000 check from President
Saddam Hussein of Iraq'.
Hockstader played it safe. If he had dared to infer that the settler parents
of the killed infant in Hebron wished their child dead, if he would refer to
the Israeli reaction as 'hullabaloo', or just mention a fat check her
parents received from the hands of the butcher of Sabra and Shatila.
Hockstader would not have made it out of Israel alive, and Katherine Graham,
the Washington Post's owner, would be repenting it to her last day.
Jews have succeeded in cowering their enemies, and not only by the magic of
words. Lord Mountbatten, the viceroy of Palestine, dozens of British soldiers
and officers and hundreds of Palestinian leaders were assassinated by Jews in
their drive for supremacy in the Holy Land in 1940s, until the terrorized
Brits sailed away from Haifa Bay on May 15, 1948. Even today, two peace
activists and men of the cloth in San Francisco, a Catholic priest Labib
Kobti and a Jewish Rabbi Michael Lerner, receive death threats from Jewish
terrorist groups and take them very seriously.
The Palestinians are rather peaceful peasants and city folk. They know how to
tend olives and vine, how to make a zir, a jar that keeps water cool even in
the hottest hamsin. Their beautiful stone masonry adorns every corner of
Palestine. They write poetry and venerate their holy tombs. They are no
warriors, certainly no killers. With astonishment and disbelief they stare in
the mirror of a Jewish dominated press and see themselves dressed in the mask
of a bloody terrorist. But these peasants are still able give us all a lesson
about heroism, whenever an enemy tries to snatch their land. Palestinians
proved it many centuries ago, in the legendary days of Judges, when their
ancestors battled with overseas invader.
In 1930s, a fervent Russian Jewish nationalist and founder of Sharon's
political party, Vladimir Zeev Jabotinsky wrote (in his native Russian) a
historical novel, Samson, elaborating on the Bible story of the suicide
bomber who killed three thousand men and women (Judges, 18:27) and died with
the enemies. A few years ago, this novel was published in Israel in a modern
Hebrew translation, and a Davar newspaper reviewer noted an interesting
For Jabotinsky, the Brits were the modern Philistines, while the Israelites
became the Jews. But for a modern Israeli reader, the novel reads as a
glorification of the Palestinian fight against Israeli rule. The highly
civilized Philistines with their superior military technology, invaders from
overseas, hedonistic dwellers of the Coastal Plain and belligerent intruders
in the Highlands reminded the reviewer of modern Israeli Jews. While Samson's
people, Banu Israel, the natives of the Highlands, certain of their deep
roots, confident of the inevitable victory of their attachment to the soil
over the military might of the invader, reminded him of modern Palestinian
It makes sense, as the Palestinians are the true descendants of Biblical
Israel, of the indigenous people who embraced the faith of Christ and
Muhammad, and remained in the Holy Land forever. The Israelis know it.
In the genetic labs of Tel Aviv, the scholars of the 'Jewish DNA' proudly
produce every result, tenuously confirming the blood relation of Jews and
Palestinians. They know that our Jewish claim to the proud name of Israel is
at least dubious. Like Richard III, we seized the title and crown, and, like
Richard III, we feel insecure while the legitimate heirs are still alive.
That is the psychological explanation of our inexplicably cruel treatment of
the native Palestinians.
The Israelis want to be Palestinians. We adopted their cuisine, and serve
their falafel and hummus as our own ethnic food. We adopted the native
cactus, sabra, growing at the site of their villages, as the name of our
local-born sons and daughters. Our revived Hebrew language, came back to life
with hundreds of Palestinian words. We just need to ask their forgiveness,
embrace them as long lost brothers and learn from them. That is the one ray
of hope coming out of the present darkness.
As modern Israeli archaeology studies have made clear, three thousand years
ago the Highland tribes (Banu Israel of Bible) eventually achieved a modus
vivendi with the Coastal 'people of the sea', and together, these sons of
Samson and Delilah, became progenitors of the Bible composers, of Christ's
apostles and of modern Palestinians. The advanced Philistine technology and
the Highlanders' love of our parched land combined to achieve the spiritual
miracle of ancient Palestine. It is not impossible, and it is highly
desirous, that history will repeat itself, and the glorious image of young
Faris, fighting the tank, will blend with images of king David and St George
in the minds and schoolbooks of our Palestinian children.
Israel Shamir is an Israeli writer and journalist, living in Jaffa. His other
articles can be found on his site shamir.mediamonitors.net/ or email