On Friday terrorists threw Molotov cocktails, or what has become known as firebombs, into a home. The bottles of hate were thrown with the intent to harm the home and family, both mentally and physically. The basic framework of terror. The assailants got away with it too. The damage made, as they fled the scene.
This attack happened to a Jewish family in a Jerusalem neighborhood on Friday night.
This is the mirror image of the now infamous attack that took place earlier that Friday morning, in which Jewish settlers (allegedly — since the investigation is ongoing and no one has been caught) threw Molotov cocktails at a Palestinian home in the west bank village of Duma, killing 18-month-old Ali Saad Dawabsh, and leaving his family members in critical condition.
That’s the attack you probably thought I was talking about. The one that made the news.
The attack, came the morning after another hate crime, in which the same man released for a crime he committed 10 years before, for attacking people during the Gay Pride March in 2005, went on the attack again and has now killed a 16-year-old girl (who succumbed to her wounds on August 2) and wounded 5 others, leaving Israel in a state of utter shock.
For the point of this post, I would like to focus on the two similar attacks. One at the supposed hands of Jewish terrorists and the other at the hands of Arab terrorists.
The weapons, the same.
The intent, the same.
The media coverage, different.
The outcry, different.
No government official has condemned the crime. No one has rallied support for the family. No one even knows that it happened.
I guess I just want to know why? Some have said, we, as Jews, take great pain in seeing Jews murdering others, which goes against our beliefs. And I hear that. Because I think that too. But why should that make a terrorist attack any more or less violent, any more or less filled with hate? Some have said, that no one died in this attack. Which again, I do hear, but have to say, that the intent was to harm.
So maybe you can explain, why?
Rallies of ending the violence are taking place throughout Israel and online. I am proud to live in a country that honors life. That even in this gruesome dark place, we force ourselves to find the light, and come together, to speak out against the violence. But if we are going to do it, then we have to recognize all of it. Not just say, sure of course, everything, there shouldn’t be violence on either side, but to actually acknowledge these acts are happening, that people have died. Whether a baby waiting for the light rail is run over, a rock injures someone on a bus, a person is stabbed on a street corner, a girl dies marching for tolerance, or a bottle of fire explodes, killing an innocent child, destroying our image, and forcing us to face reality.