Glenn – No Beauty In The Beast – Israel Without Her Mascara

148THOSE WHO HUNGER AND THIRST FOR JUSTICErefused to consider the possibility that I could be the victim of a giant hoax. At the onset of our discourse,the haughtiness in my refusal to consider his argument was rooted in the idea that such a conspiracy ofsilence surrounding the injustices inflicted against the Arab peoples was impossible to maintain,particularly in a country full of such smart people like America. It was in my reluctance to ponder theterrible possibility that I had been taken for a fool over the course of several decades that fueled thelargest part of my reticence and doubt. In examining the roots of my own disbelief, I have now come tounderstand that this is one of the biggest reasons for America’s unwillingness to consider the plight ofthe Arab peoples, namely just sheer pride, in addition to the shame that would accompany the process ofcoming to terms with the situation. Like most Americans, I refused to believe that my government couldbe party to something as magnanimous in its inhumanity as the circumstances he described. After all, wewere America, the land of equal rights and freedom and compassionate conservatism. We were the bringersof liberty to the oppressed and justice to the afflicted. Our whole identity was wrapped up in this prettypackaging, and for him to allege that crimes of this nature not only were taking place, but had been for 50years, was just too much for me to consider.In the end though, his arguments finally made their way through my thick American head by way of asingle photo, the same photo by which I came to know him. As the saying goes, a picture speaks athousand words, and this photo, which hangs on my office wall, most of the time leaves me speechless.As I came to know him, I came to understand what life was like in the place he called home, the KhanYounis refugee camp. Prior to this, the picture that I as an American had been given concerning the Arabswas that they were a mindless, senseless people who would have benefited by the whole Zionist venturehad they been more reasonable. The image that the Zionist propaganda machine had painted was that ofthe Arabs as an unruly people who had no just basis in their complaints or perceived grievances, juxtaposedof course with the image of the beneficent Jews of Europe who were the bringers of civilization andenlightenment. Now I have come to see that this image entertained by Americans today is but a tragicmix of folly and fantasy. For those who have eyes to see, it is plainly apparent that the real savages havebeen those brandishing the whips of an oppression rooted in the quasi-religious garb of racial supremacyagainst a people whose forefathers were the bringers of culture to Western Civilization.Today, I have come to see that the arguments and justifications vomited forth by this enchantress knownas the Zionist agenda are no different than those which slaveholders in America used to give in justifyingthe unpardonable inhumanity that was their own bread and butter. The tactic has been the same as well,in that rather than debating the matter on the level of depravity and debauchery that the subject trulyencompasses, instead they have turned the argument in the opposite direction by attempting to championits merits for a brainwashed people who dare to call themselves Christian. The truth given to me as a giftfrom my friend Amir was so different from this fantasy that it cannot be said that there is anything in theZionist propaganda that is even accidentally right. The injustices that have been wrought against theArab peoples are so vast and so pervasive in their scope that it is almost impossible to imagine thathumans are capable of such cruelty and such stupidity. If ever an argument were to be made that theBeast of the Apocalypse was real and was living among us then one would not need to look much furtherthan this cancer known as Zionism and consider the history of its deeds for validation of this theory.The picture painted for me in perfect clarity by Amir’s words and personal testimony has been that of thedaily nightmare in seeing his friends and relatives killed on a regular basis. Whether such has beenexecuted by Israeli soldiers or Israeli settlers, and whether such victimization has been achieved by beingshot, or by being blown to pieces by explosives hidden in toys that were left for a Palestinian child to find,in whatever manner, for these people whom history has forgotten, it has been the nightmare of the 20th