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(Interview with Ariel Sharon published in the Israeli daily Davar Dec. 17,
1982)
By Amos Oz
"You can call me anything you like. Call me a monster or a murderer. Just
note that I don't hate Arabs. On the contrary. Personally, I am much more at
ease with them, and especially with the Bedouin, than with Jews. Those Arabs
we haven't yet spoilt are proud people, they are irrational, cruel and
generous. It's the Yids that are all twisted. In order to straighten them out
you have to first bend them sharply the other way. That, in brief, is my
whole ideology.
"Call Israel by any name you like, call it a Judeo-Nazi state as does
Leibowitz. Why not? Better a live Judeo-Nazi than a dead saint. I don't care
whether I am like Ghadafi. I am not after the admiration of the gentiles. I
don't need their love. I don't need to be loved by Jews like you either. I
have to live, and I intend to ensure that my children will live as well. With
or without the blessing of the Pope and the other religious leaders from the
New York Times. I will destroy anyone who will raise a hand against my
children, I will destroy him and his children, with or without our famous
purity of arms. I don't care if he is Christian, Muslim, Jewish or pagan.
History teaches us that he who won't kill will be killed by others. That is
an iron law.
"Even if you'll prove to me by mathematical means that the present war in
Lebanon is a dirty immoral war, I don't care. Moreover, even if you will
prove to me that we have not achieved and will not achieve any of our aims in
Lebanon, that we will neither create a friendly regime in Lebanon nor destroy
the Syrians or even the PLO, even then I don't care. It was still worth it.
Even if Galilee is shelled again by Katyushas in a year's time, I don't
really care. We shall start another war, kill and destroy more and more,
until they will have had enough. And do you know why it is all worth it?
Because it seems that this war has made us more unpopular among the so-called
civilised world.
"We'll hear no more of that nonsense about the unique Jewish morality, the
moral lessons of the holocaust or about the Jews who were supposed to have
emerged from the gas chambers pure and virtuous. No more of that. The
destruction of Eyn Hilwe (and it's a pity we did not wipe out that hornet's
nest completely!), the healthy bombardment of Beirut and that tiny massacre
(can you call 500 Arabs a massacre?) in their camps which we should have
committed with our own delicate hands rather than let the Phalangists do it,
all these good deeds finally killed the bullshit talk about a unique people
and of being a light upon the nations. No more uniqueness and no more
sweetness and light. Good riddance."
"I personally don't want to be any better than Khomeini or Brezhnev or
Ghadafi or Assad or Mrs. Thatcher, or even Harry Truman who killed half a
million Japanese with two fine bombs. I only want to be smarter than they
are, quicker and more efficient, not better or more beautiful than they are.
Tell me, do the baddies of this world have a bad time? If anyone tries to
touch them, the evil men cut his hands and legs off. They hunt and catch
whatever they feel like eating. They don't suffer from indigestion and are
not punished by Heaven. I want Israel to join that club. Maybe the world will
then at last begin to fear me instead of feeling sorry for me. Maybe they
will start to tremble, to fear my madness instead of admiring my nobility.
Thank god for that. Let them tremble, let them call us a mad state. Let them
understand that we are a wild country, dangerous to our surroundings, not
normal, that we might go crazy if one of our children is murdered - just one!
That we might go wild and burn all the oil fields in the Middle East! If
anything would happen to your child, god forbid, you would talk like I do.
Let them be aware in Washington, Moscow, Damascus and China that if one of
our ambassadors is shot, or even a consul or the most junior embassy
official, we might start World War Three just like that !" ......We are
talking while sitting on the balcony of the pretty country house belonging to
C. which is situated in a prosperous Moshav. To the west we see a burning
sunset and there is a scent of fruit trees in the air. We are being served
iced coffee in tall glasses. C. is about fifty years old. He is a man well
known for his (military) actions. He is a strong, heavy figure wearing shorts
but no shirt. His body is tanned a metallic bronze shade, the colour of a
blond man living in the sun. He puts his hairy legs on the table and his
hands on the chair. There is a scar on his neck. His eyes wander over his
plantations. He spells out his ideology in a voice made hoarse by too much
smoking:
"Let me tell me [sic] what is the most important thing, the sweetest fruit of
the war in Lebanon: It is that now they don't just hate Israel. Thanks to us,
they now also hate all those Feinschmecker Jews in Paris, London, New York,
Frankfurt and Montreal, in all their holes. At last they hate all these nice
Yids, who say they are different from us, that they are not Israeli thugs,
that they are different Jews, clean and decent. Just like the assimilated Jew
in Vienna and Berlin begged the anti-Semite not to confuse him with the
screaming, stinking Ostjude, who had smuggled himself into that cultural
environment out of the dirty ghettos of Ukraine and Poland. It won't help
them, those clean Yids, just as it did not help them in Vienna and Berlin.
Let them shout that they condemn Israel, that they are all right, that they
did not want and don't want to hurt a fly, that they always prefer being
slaughtered to fighting, that they have taken it upon themselves to teach the
gentiles how to be good Christians by always turning the other cheek. It
won't do them any good. Now they are getting it there because of us, and I am
telling you, it is a pleasure to watch.
"They are the same Yids who persuaded the gentiles to capitulate to the
bastards in Vietnam, to give it in to Khomeini, to Brezhnev, to feel sorry
for Sheikh Yamani because of his tough childhood, to make love not war. Or
rather, to do neither, and instead write a thesis on love and war. We are
through with all that. The Yid has been rejected, not only did he crucify
Jesus, but he also crucified Arafat in Sabra and Shatila. They are being
identified with us and that's a good thing! Their cemeteries are being
desecrated, their synagogues are set on fire, all their old nicknames are
being revived, they are being expelled from the best clubs, people shoot into
their ethnic restaurants murdering small children, forcing them to remove any
sign showing them to be Jews, forcing them to move and change their
profession.
"Soon their palaces will be smeared with the slogan: Yids, go to Palestine!
And you know what? They will go to Palestine because they will have no other
choice! All this is a bonus we received from the Lebanese war. Tell me,
wasn't it worth it?
"Soon we will hit on good times. The Jews will start arriving, the Israelis
will stop emigrating and those who already emigrated will
return. Those who had chosen assimilation will finally understand that it
won't help them to try and be the conscience of the world. The 'conscience of
the world' will have to understand through its arse what it could not get
into its head. The gentiles have always felt sick of the Yids and their
conscience, and now the Yids will have only one option: to come home, all of
them, fast, to install thick steel doors, to build a strong fence, to have
submachine guns positioned at every corner of their fence here and to fight
like devils against anyone who dares to make a sound in this region. And if
anyone even raises his hand against us we'll
