Do you remember Mr. Rogers?
A recent movie starring Tom Hanks told the story of Mr. Rogers.
A gentle man and a gentle soul, he would always begin his program with the question, “Would you be, could you be my neighbor?”.
Hamas murderer, you can NEVER be my neighbor.
Your depravity and lust for senseless cruelty rules you out of my neighborhood.
Your ability to harm babies, to mutilate their tiny bodies cannot ever give you permission to enter my neighborhood, or for that matter, any neighborhood at all. You can never be my neighbor.
Hamas murderer, you who sit far away in Qatar or in Doha or in Damascus or Beirut, you can never be my neighbor.
You pay your pawns thousands of dollars and promise them an apartment to kidnap Israelis, old women and men, 85 years old, 89 years old.
You pay your pawns to kidnap and hold hostage Israeli children who now will remember that their birthday was not celebrated with family and friends, rather in captivity in a dark, dank and humid tunnel with the barrel of a gun pointed at them.
You give your pawns amphetamine-like drugs and send them to burn people alive in their homes. The very people who advocate peace, the very people who still had the audacity to believe in a “Two State Solution”. Not with you, MURDERER! Your charter states, unequivocally, MURDER THE JEWS.
Hamas murderer you can never be my neighbor because you take the money given to you by duped Europeans to feed the population you govern, the Palestinians of the Gaza Strip. Cynically, you use that money to sow death and destruction on the very Palestinian people you say you govern. You don’t care about them at all, do you, those hundreds and hundreds of thousands of Palestinians under your violent rule?
You, terrorist and murderer, can never be my neighbor, because your very being is so consumed with hate and bloodlust, you have failed to see the countless times a hand was stretched out by us to your Palestinian subjects, offering peace. Offering the olive branch.
Many, many years ago, when we were living together in the neighborhood, we learned your customs, we learned and spoke your language, we invited you into our homes and you invited us into yours. Until you came along, Hamas. Until you came along. You put an end to all that, didn’t you? Being a good neighbor just didn’t suit your hate-filled needs. You can never be my neighbor.
Hamas murderer, so filled with hatred that you threw your own people from the rooftops of your buildings because they, Palestinians living in the Gaza Strip, refused your hatred. You can never be my neighbor.
Hamas murderer, you took cement and rebar and rather than building beautiful housing for the Palestinians living in the Gaza Strip, you built a network of underground tunnels to hide your murderous plans. You can never be my neighbor.
Hamas murderer, you made a deal with your hate-filled benefactor. The one in Teheran, the one who declared that he would wipe us off the map. You took your benefactor’s money and used it not for food, and for improving the lives of your own. You used those funds to buy death dealing missiles and rockets and mortars. No, you can never be my neighbor.
A day will come, and it will, when you, Hamas murderer and terrorist, will no longer be able to hold sway over your Palestinian people.
And, when that day comes, perhaps those Palestinian people that have suffered so terribly under your terrorist, murderous reign will be able to accept a hand of friendship.
Perhaps then we will both, Palestinian and Israeli, be able to say, “Will you be, could you be, might you be my neighbor?”.
Until that day, however, Hamas murderer and terrorist, you will NEVER be my neighbor.