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  • Archive: An Acute Shortage of Care

    Posted by Sgt. Mom on July 13th, 2014 (All posts by )

    (It’s been a rough and work-filled weekend from me, as regards providing good bloggy ice cream. I am wrapping up a couple of finished projects for Watercress clients, prepping for three more – from repeat clients no less, so they are entitled to an extra ration of care) and hand-holding a poet, coming down to getting her first book launched. I tell you, I am in two minds about publishing poets after this; a temperamental and high-maintenance variety of author … anyway, this rant dates from 2006, and was one of my more biting ones, written at the time of the last Israeli-Palestine conflict, or possibly the one before that. Yeah, I took sides. This explains how and why that came about.)

    So, one of NPR’s news shows had another story, banging on (yet again) about the plight of the poor, pitiful, persecuted Palestinians, now that the money tap looks to be severely constricted; no money, no jobs, no mama no papa no Uncle Sam, yadda, yadda yadda. (It’s sort of like an insistent parent insisting that a stubborn child eat a helping of fried liver and onions, with a lovely side helping of filboid studge. You will feel sorry for these people, the international press, a certain segment of the intellectual and political elite insist— you must! You simply must! It’s good for you!) I briefly felt a pang, but upon brief consideration, I wrote it off to the effect of the green salsa on a breakfast taco from a divey little place along the Austin Highway. (Lovely tacos, by the way, and the green salsa is nuclear fission in a plastic cup. Name of Divey Little Place available upon request, but really, you can’t miss it. It’s painted two shades of orange, with navy blue trim.)

    It may have been a pang of regret, barely perceptible, for the nice, sympathetic person I used to be. I used to feel sorry for the Palestinians, in a distant sort of way, the same way I feel about the Tibetans, and the Armenians, and the Kurds, and the Chechens (well, once upon a time, say before the Beslan school atrocity) and the poor starving Biafrans and Somalis, and whoever the international press was holding the current pity party for. Really, I used to be a nice person. I really did feel kindly, and well-disposed to those parties, and I wished them well, since all of them (and more) being victims of historical misfortune.

    My appreciation of Palestinian misfortune didn’t diminish the way I felt about the state of Israel, particularly— like I should jettison my preferential feelings for the only state in the middle east with more than a cosmetic resemblance to a fully functioning democracy, the only one with a free press, the one hacked out and fought for by survivors of the 20th century’s most horrific genocide? Oh please. Yes, there are things to criticize Israel but it exists, it has a right to exist, don’t google-bomb me with comments to the contrary, I’ll delete them without a second thought. The right to ride a bus or cross a street or go to a grocery store or a pizza restaurant without running an excellent chance of being perforated by bits of scrap metal and nails coated with rat poison is one of those non-negotiable things.

    And no, that really is one of those non-negotiable and bottom-line demands; right up there with being able to go to work on a sunny September morning, without having to make an unenviable choice between jumping from the 102nd floor or burning to death. Or being able to take your kid to school on the first day of the new term without being taken hostage, and having to watch your kid drinking their own pee in 100 degree temperatures. After a certain point has been reached, I really don’t give a rodent’s patoot about the righteousness and worthiness of your cause, or how much you have been persecuted and for how many centuries, blah, blah, blah. And no, I don’t want to argue about American hegemony, sponsored terrorism, or responsibility for x deaths in fill-in-the-blank-here because of our nasty/bad/counterproductive/policies here, there or wherever. Pay attention; the topic is me, my personal feelings and I, and that charming little body of international residents upon the world stage who describe themselves as ‘Palestinian.’

    Once upon a time, I did feel sorry for the native Palestinians, as a people who had the bad luck to get trampled under the feet of historical events. It did seem, listening and reading here and there, that they had been hard done by – even if some of it was self-inflicted. This was reflected in another one of those oh-so-drooling-with-compassion NPR stories, which aired sometime early in the intifada. A plummy-voweled reporter was interviewing a shopkeeper in Bethlehem, and in the space of five minutes, the shopkeeper went from applauding the violence, and enthusiastically upholding the aims of the militants, to lamenting the fact that tourism was way, way down, and he hardly made anything at all from his business, which was selling souvenirs to foreign Christian tourists. Neither the shopkeeper nor the interviewer betrayed the slightest inkling that one might just possibly have had something to do with the other. While the shopkeeper might be forgiven for a certain lack of self-awareness, I had always expected a little more from NPR— but then there is a reason for the bitter joke that NPR stands for National Palestinian Radio.

    It wasn’t the constant stream of Palestinian spokespersons over the years; some of them murmured honey-sweet words of reason, others oozed oily duplicity, and still others demonstrated the art of going conversationally from 0-to 85 MPH flat-out insane rant; it wasn’t the growing realization that everyone of them had one set of words for American cameras and microphones, and a completely different set for other circumstances. It wasn’t the repellently toad-like, indifferently shaven Arafat, gangster and would-be generalissimo, proprietor of the least-convincing beard in modern history. And it wouldn’t have been the slow realization — which to do them credit, was at least alluded to in some news and features on NPR — that the hopes of Palestinian exiles, returning from exile in America, or Canada, or Europe with training, experience and high hopes about what could be made of a new homeland were gradually crushed and ground to dust by the rapacious corruption of the inner circle of the so-called Palestinian Authority.

    It also wasn’t the display of every sort of social dysfunction from honor-killings, and mob-fueled lynching, children dressing in suicide bomb-belts, the desecration of the Church of the Nativity, the spewing of every sort of vile anti-Semitic propaganda beginning with knock-offs of the spurious Protocols of the Elders, not even reports of open rejoicing in the streets at 9/11. Not the corruption of every institution in every-day contact; the International Red Cross, the news media, the UN High Commission for Refugees – what the hell were they doing, in refugee-camps, half a century later? Good thing Korea had not the profit of that experience, or Singapore, or the Armenians, or the Germans. Not even when I began to suspect that any news reports from the Palestinian territories were suspect, that western news agencies had to work with guides, interpreters, stringers, local photogs, were vulnerable to threats, threats to bend the news coverage a certain way. Not then.

    It wasn’t that the poor, pitiful, persecuted Palestinians were waved around by the entire Arab world like some sort of token woobie, cat’s paw and favored victim group for 50 years; and it wasn’t when their favored hero-leader also managed to make their name mud among the common citizens in Lebanon, Kuwait, and Jordan. By embracing and publicly favoring Saddam Hussein during Gulf War 1, Arafat managed to alienate Kuwaitis – who after liberation, threw out resident Palestinians bag and baggage. (Palestinians also cheered on Saddam Hussein’s Scud strikes on Israeli targets, never mind that such were at least as likely to kill Palestinians as they did Israelis.) Got a real statesman-like touch there, did Arafat. I won’t even get into imagining the thought-processes that led to him being embraced (metaphorically or literally) by the likes of Jimmy Carter and other political and intellectual elite; it’s probably some sort of Alice-though-the-looking-glass process. Everything loathsome is enabled, apologized for, covered up or excused by some kind of miracle alchemy – just because it’s the favored victim-class that does it, and even then, it’s always someone elses’ fault!

    No, the last and final tiny thread of human sympathy was shredded when I read accounts of the murder in an ambush of an Israeli family; a pregnant woman and her four daughters, caught in a bad place in the road, and executed, all of them, the smallest of them toddler aged, children coldly dispatched while still strapped into car seats in the family station wagon. Before the mother was killed, her executioners fired into her eight-months-pregnant belly, just to be sure of the unborn child.

    After that, for me it was “build the wall”, pull up the drawbridge and fill the moat with alligators and piranha. There is no living with a people who can defend that kind of vileness as a legitimate act of war, or political policy. Build the Wall, let them turn on each other like scorpions, stinging each other, glorying in death. I read these days that the Palestinians are cheering on Iran’s nuclear ambitions, looking forward ecstatically to the day when and if a mushroom cloud blooms over Tel Aviv.

    Never mind that nuclear fall-out will kill at least as many Palestinians in Gaza and on the West Bank. I just know on the Day After, NPR and it’s ilk will be banging on again about how sorry we should all feel for the Palestinians, but I’ll only have a couple of words.

    Bed. Made. Lie Down.

     

    10 Responses to “Archive: An Acute Shortage of Care”

    1. roadgeek Says:

      Excellent. I’ve often thought the same thing about NPR, and stopped listening to them after “Click and Clack” retired. You summed up everything I ever thought about the Palestinians.

    2. roadgeek Says:

      Please share with us the name of the “divey” place on the Austin Highway. I just street viewed the entire length of that road and all I could see was Rita’s and Dos Laredos. This is a short road-trip from Austin, and bears investigating. I like divey. The food at divey places is often better than anywhere else.

      Keeping this on topic, I suspect there are very few Palestinian restaurants on the Austin Highway in San Antonio.

    3. Sgt. Mom Says:

      It’s now Ritas, Roadgeek. I honestly don’t know how good the breakfast tacos are now – but if you really want to make your taste-buds stand up and cheer, try Erick’s Tacos on Nacogdoches (Between Thousand Oaks and O’Connor). It’s next to an auto repair place called the Cordova Auto center. Erick’s is the best, for authentic Mexican street food and truly divey atmosphere. If you can stand the heat, sit out in the little bay they have got from the auto center and fitted up as an open-air dining room.
      And yes … the green sauce is totally nuclear…and you cannot get much more divey than a place next to an auto repair place painted bright yellow. (Ericks’ is bright orange, BTW.)

    4. Jimmy J. Says:

      This should be required reading for anyone who wants to express an opinion about the “delicate” problem that is Palestine.

      For a people to spend all their time for 50 years trying to figure out how to kill their neighbors and take their land, is a deeply evil thing. As Dennis Miller said, ” The Palestinians will want to go to the moon only after the Jews have colonized it.” Their obsession with hating Israel and the Jews is deeply 6th Century tribal. There is no hope for them except to take all the aid away and make them stand on their own two feet. Tough love baby! Just like with alcoholics and dope addicts. Except, of course, they have forgotten how to take care of themselves. So it wouldn’t work.

      I have great compassion for Israel for having to live in such a dangerous neighborhood. With the threat of rockets and suicide bombers ever present. they are the one’s I reserve my compassion for.

    5. pst314 Says:

      “There is no living with a people who can defend that kind of vileness”

      Yes, I too have long felt that way about NPR.

    6. MikeK Says:

      “the poor starving Biafrans”

      Actually the Biafrans are another victim of Islam and are doing a pretty good job of getting things fixed. The tribe that we called Biafran is actually the Ibo tribe, who now call themselves Igbo .

      In rural areas of Nigeria, Igbo people are mostly craftsmen, farmers and traders. The most important crop is the yam; celebrations are held annually to celebrate its harvesting.[5] Other staple crops include cassava and taro

      Since Biafra, they have changed and matured.

      By the mid-20th century, the Igbo people developed a strong sense of ethnic identity.[6] Certain conflicts with other Nigerian ethnicities led to the Igbo-dominant Eastern Nigeria seceding to create the independent state of Biafra. The Nigerian-Biafran war (6 July 1967 – 15 January 1970) broke out shortly after. With their defeat, the Republic of Biafra was reabsorbed into Nigeria.[9] MASSOB, a sectarian organization formed in 1999, continues a non-violent struggle for an independent Igbo state.[10]

      Notice the “non-violent.”

      Igboland was gradually rebuilt over a period of twenty years and the economy was again prospering due to the rise of the petroleum industry in the adjacent Niger Delta region. This led to new factories being set up in southern Nigeria. Many Igbo people eventually took government positions,[101] although many were engaged in private business. They still constitute the bulk of Nigerian informal economy.[102] Since the early 21st century, there has been a wave of Nigerian Igbo immigration to other African countries, Europe, and the Americas.[103]

      The emigration has been significantly to the US. Nigerian immigrants are almost all Igbo. They are hated by the other Nigerians . Why ?

      He narrated the earlier advantage of Yoruba as contingent on their location on the coastline, but once the missionaries crossed the Niger, the Igbo took advantage of the opportunity and overtook the Yoruba.
      ‘The increase was so exponential in such a short time that within three short decades the Igbos had closed the gap and quickly moved ahead as the group with the highest literacy rate, the highest standard of living, and the greatest of citizens with postsecondary education in Nigeria,” he contended.
      He said Nigerian leadership should have taken advantage of the Igbo talent and this failure was partly responsible for the failure of the Nigerian state, explaining further that competitive individualism and the adventurous spirit of the Igbo was a boon Nigerian leaders failed to recognize and harness for modernization.

      Just what the Palestinians should have done.

      The Igbo Nigerians are recruited at Harvard and are largely Catholic, which are less welcome as Nigerian becomes more Muslim. Nigerian students are prominent in the financial services sector in New York City and this are almost all Igbo.

      When I was a surgery resident one of my medical students was named Manny Mba and was Biafran. They should be an inspiration to the Palestinans but, of course, they are Christian.

    7. Xennady Says:

      I also recall once having a bit of sympathy for the poor pitiful palestinians. I even remember watching a C-SPAN call-in show, circa 1992, during which an Israeli representative was plainly disconcerted because he kept getting calls from an audience with unexpected sympathy for you-know-who.

      Later, those poor put-upon palis started killing pregnant women, etc. Sympathy gone.

      Now, I see events in Israel and Pali-land and I think, just get on with it.

      Either the Israelis will stop playing patti-cake with the murderous scum next door, or that scum will get nukes and destroy Israel.

      And themselves- but that’s no loss to anyone.

      Added bonus: I’ve never forgotten watching those palestians jump for joy on the day of 9/11, when it seemed possible that tens of thousands of American were dead.

      I hope the Israelis eventually grow weary of playing games, and- to borrow a phrase I’ve often seen expressed about Israel- push the palestians into the sea.

      And may they then proceed to burn in ****.

      All of them.

    8. Michael Hiteshew Says:

      >>There is no living with a people who can defend that kind of vileness…

      Of course there are. Lots of them. They’re called Leftists.

    9. Michael Hiteshew Says:

      BTW, let’s not forget, when we went to war and meant it, we obliterated whole cities. We killed 20-40,000 people a night. 80-100,000 on occasion. All under the direction of the Leftist demigod FDR, I might add.

    10. TM Lutas Says:

      The problem of the Palestinians is simple enough to fix. Insist, on pain of defunding, that all refugees be treated under the same rules and that the palestinians shall henceforth no longer have discriminatory treatment.