Only In Israel

Sunday, July 24, 2005

KinderUSA, Terrorism and the disappearing board member

Following the conversation in earlier posts where an ISM moonbat suggested that KinderUSA was a legitimate charity not linked to terrorism, I was forced to dig deeper, and more muck came out.
KinderUSA current version of their website contains a list of current board members and board members in the past. But hey, if you look at a 2002 version of the same page, something's funny. A board member is missing. He's not mentioned as a board member in the past, nor is he mentioned as a current board member. Weird. His name is
Dalell Mohmed.
Now why would someone bother to hide a board member?
Ahh. Maybe because he was a board member of another organisation. Say... the Holy Land Foundation, which was closed by the US government after acting as a Hamas front. Just look at this CNN article.

"The outpouring of support from the American Muslim community is huge. Everyone in the Muslim community wants to help," said Dalell Mohmed, a spokesman for the Holy Land Foundation.

The relief group, based in Richardson, Texas, has raised thousands of dollars for earthquake aid.

And the scary bit is, most of that money never reached Turkey. It was sent directly to Hamas.
Now, I know what ISMer's next claim will be. He'll say that Dalell Mohmed is no longer in the organisation. That they kicked him out the moment they found out and are hiding his name because of the shame. Let's see the WHOIS for
Hmm. So, he's still there, at the organisation, managing it's website. Why isn't he mentioned? Maybe KinderUSA likes to hide him, like they hid their ties with the ISM.

Friday, July 22, 2005

The protest, the protestor and the bus home. Only in Israel.

This is a story that probably couldn't happen anywhere but here.
I was on a shift in a patrol on the Anti-Terrorist barrier slightly north of Tul-Karem when the protest began. As usual, first came the reporters and photographers (that's how we knew it's gonna get serious), then, yellow Palestinian taxis began arriving with people getting off them and quickly running into the closest village, then we heard singing and whistles and saw young boys preparing piles of rocks about 200 meters from the checkpoint nearby.
The protest began by the protestors hurling stones at an IDF position near a segment of the barrier which is a wall (about 300 meters long), and then they began marching towards the checkpoint, where my patrol and a couple of Police vehicles waited for them. The ISM was, as usual in the lead, slightly behind them, Israeli anarchists, and closely following them - an angry Palestinian mob.
First came a few songs, yells of "Sharon is a butcher, Mofaz is crazy", a few chants of "Nazis!!!". They posed a bit for the press which naturally moved over to their side, taking pictures of soldiers through waving Palestinian flags and cheesy protest signs. The clear leader and top inciter of the protest was a guy in a "NYC" T-shirt. Of all the stupid bums, he was obviously the dumbest. A few kids got on a nearby house's roof (by this point, they were on the outskirts of the village) and began throwing rocks at us. Suddenly a car screeched to a stop right behind us. A young Arab came out of it, walking confidently towards the commanding officer. He was from the Palestinian Authority.
He said they sent him to stop the protest as it wasn't authorized by Abu-Mazen. Right... One guy vs. an angry mob.
Meanwhile the stone throwing got stronger, and the Israeli and foreign activist formed a circle around the Palestinian crowd, stones flying above their heads towards us. At this point, one of the photographers who remained on our side of the protest raised his hand. Seeing his T-shirt, clearly marked "TV", The Palestinians immideately began waving for him to come. The stones stoped for the 10 seconds it took him to get to their side and then resumed immideately, even more fiercely than earlier.
The PA guy shouted at the crowd a few words in Arabic. The stones stopped. A few seconds later the crowd erupted in cries of "Abu mazen go to hell" and "Abu mazen is crazy". The reason for the stones stopping was quickly revealed, when a big burning tyre exhausting thick black smoke rolled towards us.
This was obviously a call for action, our bullet-proof hummers and jeeps rolled into the village, establishing stopping when the protestors ran away and hid behind a house's wall. occasionaly hurling rocks. They hit a border policeman in the chest with a brick and he collapsed on the ground panting. The jeeps went into the village, arrested two teenagers and returned to the checkpoint. The protest was over.
I got to the base, and discovered I missed my bus home. Needless to say, this didn't exactly cause for more sympathy towards the ISM or the protestors. I showered, put on my uniform and waited a few hours for the nxst bus home. I managed to catch it, and as the driver was driving a thin mountain road we saw a woman, around her 30s walking with a large bag, she looked like the average hiker. The driver stopped and asked her if she wanted a ride, she said yes, and mounted the bus.
I started looking at the woman. Something about her was familiar.
The driver asked her where was she coming from, she said she was visiting friends in a nearby Palestinian village, which is considered dangerous for Israelis. And then it hit me. She was one of the protestors. She was there with the rockthrowers, acting as a human shield for them. She was there, with a crazy look in her eyes calling us all nazis.
I had to ask her. I said: "Were you in the protest?"
"Oh yes! it was fun! how did you know about it?"
"Such a great fun it was, my favorite bit was when you threw rocks at us, and rolled a burning tyre towards the soldiers"
Then came the answer. "I didn't throw any rocks, but I'm certain that if you looked for someone to throw rocks at you, you probably found them".
"Ofcourse," I said, "It's a personal fetish for me to look for people to throw rocks at me. Thank you for providing me with that oportunity."
I prefered talking to her no more, remembering my uniform represented something, and being afraid to say something not in place to the woman. The driver questioned her a bit more about her regular activities and they had what appeared to be a nice conversation about having to "defend" poor Palestinians from evil IDF soldiers. A female officer behind me was grasping to every word, eyes open in disbelief.
The woman got off at the station she wanted to get. The driver closed the door and began a session of well aimed insults towards the protestor, appologizing to the rest of the bus he ever stopped to pick her up, and suggesting he should've ran her over instead.
That was my ride home. As I said, only in Israel.

Saturday, July 09, 2005

A little more non-violent protesting.

A few months ago, I wrote a series of posts about a typical anti-fence protest in which I described the way Palestinians and various leftist activists attack soldiers with stones, sticks and try to take away soldiers' weapons. The response I got from ISMer was complete denial and one of the comments said:
Protesters do not try to take soldiers weapons. This is an absolutely ridiculous claim.
Ridiculous eh? Well how about a photo:

A Palestinian man attempts to take a way a policeman's rifle
while another woman hits him with a stick.

Right. Ridiculous.

A story of a phone

I imagine most of the readers of this blog have a cellphone. How many of you lost one in your life? How many of you had one stolen?
Personally, I lost 2 so far, one of them I'm quite sure was stolen from me by a far-too-nice taxi driver. What do you do when you lose a phone? Cancel the account with the phone company, to make sure noone makes calls on your account, and that's pretty much it. Get a new phone. Here's a story of a Palestinian who lost a cellphone.
The guy had to go through a metal detector and forgot his cellphone on a concrete block near it. A soldier at the checkpoint noticed the phone sometime later, and took it with him to his room. His commander hasn't seen him do so, but another soldier had. Later on, after his shift was done, he took the cellphone to his room. There a few more soldiers seen the phone, but no commanders. One of the soldiers who have seen it (incidently, he has a deskjob position and never been in a checkpoint in his life) offered to buy it for 70 shekels (roughly 15$). The guy who found it, agreed, and the other soldier took the phone, changed the SIM card and used it as his own. The other soldiers who have seen the phone have noticed it was missing the next day. Once they learned that it was gone, and that a Palestinian has come to the checkpoint looking for a phone he lost they demanded the guy who found it to get it back and return it to the Palestinian. He didn't, and they went to the commanders and told them the story.
So far, it sounds bad. Real bad. A phone taken, you might as well say stolen from a Palestinian, sold to someone who knew where it came from and still bought it.
But not only did every soldier other than those two was revolted and complained, you should hear about the penalties they got.
The guy who found the phone and the guy who took it, got 28 days in prison each. The two soldiers who have seen him playing with the phone and only reported it the next day after he hasn't returned it, got 14 days of detention each. The soldier who found the cellphone won't go to any command courses till the end of his service. Every soldier in the battalion was called to a meeting where we were told about the incident, the penalties given to the soldiers and warned.
This makes me proud, for several reasons. First, the soldiers had reported their friend to the commanders after they've seen him do something morally wrong. Second, the soldiers who have done the bad thing were punished, severly, and I'm quite confident noone in the battalion won't even THINK of taking anything he has found in a checkpoint back to base instead of finding it's owner.
I just wish things worked like that in civilian life. Obviously, I haven't heard of anyone finding a cellphone and not returning it doing prison time yet.

Terror in Britain.

I know I haven't blogged for a while, and it's very important to me that the first thing I post here would be condolances to my British friends over the horrendous attacks against civilians in Britain. As someone who lived in a similar reality for a few years, I feel I can completely understand your feelings on the matter. The most important thing right now, is to live on, continue riding busses, trains, going out to caffes, and enjoying lives. Because that's the only way to defeat terrorism. Never allow them to achieve their goal of disrupting everyday life. Continue living.