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02.09.03, 23:38
http://fomi.ytring.dk/Spesial/Oriana.htm
Coming from the pen of one of Europe's most famous liberal reporters, this
sure is an eye opener.
On Antisemitism
I find it shameful that in Italy there should be a procession of individuals
dressed as suicide bombers who spew vile abuse at Israel, hold up
photographs of Israeli leaders on whose foreheads they have drawn the
swasitka, incite people to hate the Jews. And who, in order to see Jews once
again in the extermination camps, in the gas chambers, in the ovens of
Dachau and Mauthausen and Buchenwald and Bergen-Belsen et cetera, would sell
their own mother to a harem.
I find it shameful that the Catholic Church should permit a bishop, one with
lodgings in the Vatican no less, a saintly man who was found in Jerusalem
with an arsenal of arms and explosives hidden in the secret compartments of
his sacred Mercedes, to participate in that procession and plant himself in
front of a microphone to thank in the name of God the suicide bombers who
massacre the Jews in pizzerias and supermarkets. To call them "martyrs who
go to their deaths as to a party."
I find it shameful that in France, the France of Liberty-Equality-
Fraternity, they burn synagogues, terrorize Jews, profane their cemeteries.
I find it shameful that the youth of Holland and Germany and Denmark flaunt
the kaffiah just as Mussolini's avant garde used to flaunt the club and the
fascist badge. I find it shameful that in nearly all the universities of
Europe Palestinian students sponsor and nurture anti-semitism. That in
Sweden they asked that the Nobel Peace Prize given to Shimon Peres in 1994
be taken back and conferred on the dove with the olive branch in his mouth,
that is on Arafat. I find it shameful that the distinguished members of the
Committee, a Committee that (it would appear) rewards political color rather
than merit, should take this request into consideration and even respond to
it. In hell the Nobel Prize honors he who does not receive it.
I find it shameful (we're back in Italy) that state-run television stations
contribute to the resurgent antisemitism, crying only over Palestinian
deaths while playing down Israeli deaths, glossing over them in unwilling
tones. I find it shameful that in their debates they host with much
deference the scoundrels with turban or kaffiah who yesterday sang hymns to
the slaughter at New York and today sing hymns to the slaughters at
Jerusalem, at Haifa, at Netanya, at Tel Aviv. I find it shameful that the
press does the same, that it is indignant because Israeli tanks surround the
Church of the Nativity in Bethlehem, that it is not indignant because inside
that same church two hundred Palestinian terrorists well armed with machine
guns and munitions and explosives (among them are various leaders of Hamas
and Al-Aqsa) are not unwelcome guests of the monks (who then accept bottles
of mineral water and jars of honey from the soldiers of those tanks). I find
it shameful that, in giving the number of Israelis killed since the
beginning of the Second Intifada (four hundred twelve), a noted daily
newspaper found it appropriate to underline in capital letters that more
people are killed in their traffic accidents. (Six hundred a year).
I find it shameful that the Roman Observer, the newspaper of the Pope--a
Pope who not long ago left in the Wailing Wall a letter of apology for the
Jews--accuses of extermination a people who were exterminated in the
millions by Christians. By Europeans. I find it shameful that this newspaper
denies to the survivors of that people (survivors who still have numbers
tattooed on their arms) the right to react, to defend themselves, to not be
exterminated again. I find it shameful that in the name of Jesus Christ (a
Jew without whom they would all be unemployed), the priests of our parishes
or Social Centers or whatever they are flirt with the assassins of those in
Jerusalem who cannot go to eat a pizza or buy some eggs without being blown
up. I find it shameful that they are on the side of the very ones who
inaugurated terrorism, killing us on airplanes, in airports, at the
Olympics, and who today entertain themselves by killing western journalists.
By shooting them, abducting them, cutting their throats, decapitating them.
(There's someone in Italy who, since the appearance of Anger and Pride,
would like to do the same to me. Citing verses of the Koran he exorts
his "brothers" in the mosques and the Islamic Community to chastise me in
the name of Allah. To kill me. Or rather to die with me. Since he's someone
who speaks English well, I'll respond to him in English: "Fuck you.")
I find it shameful that almost all of the left, the left that twenty years
ago permitted one of its union processionals to deposit a coffin (as a
Mafioso warning) in front of the synagogue of Rome, forgets the contribution
made by the Jews to the fight against fascism. Made by Carlo and Nello
Rossini, for example, by Leone Ginzburg, by Umberto Terracini, by Leo
Valiani, by Emilio Sereni, by women like my friend Anna Maria Enriques
Agnoletti who was shot at Florence on June 12, 1944, by seventy-five of the
three-hundred-thirty-five people killed at the Fosse Ardeatine, by the
infinite others killed under torture or in combat or before firing squads.
(The companions, the teachers, of my infancy and my youth.) I find it
shameful that in part through the fault of the left--or rather, primarily
through the fault of the left (think of the left that inaugurates its
congresses applauding the representative of the PLO, leader in Italy of the
Palestinians who want the destruction of Israel)--Jews in Italian cities are
once again afraid. And in French cities and Dutch cities and Danish cities
and German cities, it is the same. I find it shameful that Jews tremble at
the passage of the scoundrels dressed like suicide bombers just as they
trembled during Krystallnacht, the night in which Hitler gave free rein to
the Hunt of the Jews. I find it shameful that in obedience to the stupid,
vile, dishonest, and for them extremely advantageous fashion of Political
Correctness the usual opportunists--or better the usual parasites--exploit
the word Peace. That in the name of the word Peace, by now more debauched
than the words Love and Humanity, they absolve one side alone of its hate
and bestiality. That in the name of a pacifism (read conformism) delegated
to the singing crickets and buffoons who used to lick Pol Pot's feet they
incite people who are confused or ingenuous or intimidated. Trick them,
corrupt them, carry them back a half century to the time of the yellow star
on the coat. These charlatans who care about the Palestinians as much as I
care about the charlatans. That is not at all.
I find it shameful that many Italians and many Europeans have chosen as
their standard-bearer the gentleman (or so it is polite to say) Arafat. This
nonentity who thanks to the money of the Saudi Royal Family plays the
Mussolini ad perpetuum and in his megalomania believes he will pass into
History as the George Washington of Palestine. This ungrammatical wretch who
when I interviewed him was unable even to put together a complete sentence,
to make articulate conversation. So that to put it all together, write it,
publish it, cost me a tremendous effort and I concluded that compared to him
even Ghaddafi sounds
like Leonardo da Vinci. This false warrior who always goes around in uniform
like Pinochet, never putting on civilian garb, and yet despite this has
never participated in a battle. War is something he sends, has always sent,
others to do for him. That is, the poor souls who believe in him. This
pompous incompetent who playing the part of Head of State cause
