Danny Ganon was killed, in an act of terror.
It’s a depressingly familiar story. The IDF search for the killer has already been called off and the investigation passed over to the Shin Bet.
I have no doubt the killer will be caught or killed while arrest is attempted. If he is arrested he will receive a monthly payment from the Palestinian Authority. At some point his name will end up on a list of prisoners Hamas demand released in exchange either for an Israeli they have kidnapped or as a demand for some kind of ceasefire in a future conflict.
Such is the routine we have fallen into in the Holy Land. The media were all over this latest terror attack. They reported what happened and a couple of sound bite heavy statements made by politicians.
But they said little about Danny.
I didn’t know Danny. The first I heard of him was when his life was taken so cruelly.
I know he was from Lod, one of five brothers. His uncle was reported as saying the following about him:
Danny was the best kid in the world. A flower. He was the family’s support column,”
I’d like to know more about him. I’d like to know more than how he died. I’d like to know how he lived.
It’s too easy for a life lost to become a statistic. Israel has lost over two dozen sons and daughters to terror in the last year alone. Who were they? What were their dreams and aspirations? What did their world look like? Who loved them, who did they love? What did they love?
We should do more to talk about the way victims of terror lived and not just about the way they died.