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

THOSE WHO HUNGER AND THIRST FOR JUSTICE 149century. Life for a Palestinian living in the Occupied Territories has been that of a concentration campvictim, knowing that he or she lives under a sentence of death, and who must wait out the minutes andhours of this nightmare until that fateful number comes up. Every waking moment, the Palestinian asksthe question “Is this my day, or is it the day for someone I love?” And in the moments right before fallingasleep, the question “Will this be the sleep that brings me to my eternal rest?”As far as the gangsters of the Zionist mafia are concerned, all of the bases have been covered, and thisevent can be said to have been the near-perfect crime. Not only have those who boldly assert that they arethe apple of God’s eye mass-murdered over 200,000 people as a tribute to Cain, the first murderer and thefounding father of their ideological experiment called the state of Israel, but in addition, in the interests ofhonoring him and his infamous attempt to lie about his evil deed, they have cloaked this blood sacrificein the whorish garments of untruth and disinformation. In the midst of this nightmare, Amir’s oppressorshave rubbed salt into the gaping wound known as the Zionist Occupation by virtue of the fact that theyhave held in perfect totalitarian fashion all the mechanisms of dispensing information into the collectiveintellect of the Western world. The situation produced by such a stranglehold has been one of the greatestcauses of the hopelessness that pervades the lives of those living in the Middle East today, and has beenone of the most important reasons for the cycle of violence that seems to be unbreakable. Such it has beenthat by the time Amir and others like him are able to take the stand and argue their case before what theyhad hoped was a fair-minded world, the jury pool had already been thoroughly tainted and corrupted bythe poison of the Zionist propaganda machine. In such a situation, all the arguments they would makeover the course of the last half-century, arguments pleading for justice and comprehension, might as wellhave been pure gibberish to the average Western Christian for all the seriousness that was afforded tothem. This scenario is reminiscent of the now infamous trials that took place in America, where therelatives of those Negroes who were the victims of lynchings, shootings, or arsons could expect no justicein a corrupted legal system run by good old boys who would fix things in favor of the thugs being tried.I must admit that initially, I myself had a hard time believing the allegations made by my friend Amir,until an article came my way, written by a former American reporter named Christopher Hedges, whodescribed what he witnessed himself in the Gaza camp where Amir lived.“It is still. And then, out of the dry furnace air, a disembodied voice crackles over a loudspeaker.“Come on, dogs,” the voice booms in Arabic. “Where are all the dogs of Khan Younis? Come! Come!”I stand up. I walk outside the hut. The invective continues to spew: “Sons of bitches! Sons of whores!”The boys dart in small packs up the sloping dunes to the electric fence that separates the camp from the Jewishsettlement. They lob rocks toward two armored jeeps parked on top of the dune and mounted with loudspeakers.Three ambulances line the road below the dunes in anticipation of what is to come.A percussion grenade explodes. The boys, most no more than ten or eleven years old, scatter, running clumsilyacross the heavy sand. They descend out of sight behind a sandbank in front of me. There are no sounds of gunfire.The soldiers shoot with silencers. The bullets from the M-16 rifles tumble end over end through the children’s slightbodies. Later, in the hospital, I will see the destruction: the stomachs ripped out, the gaping holes in limbs and torsos.Yesterday at this spot the Israelis shot eight young men, six of whom were under the age of eighteen. One wastwelve. This afternoon they kill an eleven-year-old boy, Ali Murad, and seriously wound four more, three of whomare under eighteen.