A child burns – a Palestinian child.
A rock throwing teenage boy is shot and killed – a Palestinian teenager.
An old woman in a wheelchair sits helplessly as soldiers invade her home and is shot point blank in the head – a Palestinian old woman.
A young man searches in the rubble for his family and is target practice for a sharp shooter – a Palestinian young man.
The images go on and on and on. I can’t get them out of my head. I don’t want to get them out of my head.
We know the victims — all Palestinians. Who are the killers?
Jewish/Zionist/settlers/terrorists in the first case. Well-trained, well-supplied Israeli soldiers in the 2nd, 3rd and 4th cases.
Netanyahu condemns the first and praises the 2nd, 3rd and 4th. He has the power to label the terrorists. He knows who is terrorizing whom.
Israeli citizens feel remorse in the first case, but national pride in the 2nd, 3rd and 4th cases.
Religious leaders in Israel are split on whether to condemn or praise the murder in the first case, but none speak up against the killings in the 2nd, 3rd and 4th cases.
What hope for a future is there when terrorists act with impunity? When the State of Israel is not held accountable? When Palestinian lives are cheaper than the olive trees that the Jewish/Zionist/settlers/terrorists destroy?
There was a time when I could distinguish between Jewish/Zionist/settlers/terrorists. Today, now, in this moment, I can’t.
And that worries me more than words can say.