Our fate is sealed
February 4, 2002
This is a Voice from Israel from somewhere in the Mediterranean
Here is the news.
We are ecstatic to announce that the walls have been completed.
Again, we repeat, the walls of Israel have been completed, covering
seven thousand nine hundred and ninety two square miles, not including, of
course East Jerusalem, Judea, Samaria and Gazza.
This afternoon, shortly before this broadcast, the last hole in the huge
ceiling was covered with concrete.
We now switch live to the Prime Minister, broadcasting from somewhere
else in the world:
Fellow citizens, this is a day, which will live forever in history. Our
security, and the security of our children, grandchildren and
great-grandchildren are assured. Suicide bombers, missile attacks, and all
terrorism are events of the past. No person, no enemy, no state, can threaten
Israel’s security. My fellow citizens, we are now safe.
I know there are those who objected, but a short glance back will prove
our point.
The policy of fences and walls began as a post-Oslo procedure, intending
to guarantee the lives of our brethren in Yesha. True, we signed a peace treaty
with our neighbors, but there were isolated masses of terrorists who refused to
accept the new era of mutual coexistence. Their tiny but massive opposition to
reach a negotiated agreement left us no choice but to find a way to protect
ourselves. The best way was to keep the terrorists out. In Yesha we attempted
to accomplish this by walling in the various communities. This was fine until
the Israelis took to the streets, I mean, traveled from place to place. The
streets too were vulnerable so we built them bypass roads. When that didn’t
work we built them tunnels.
However, our other cities, including Jerusalem were still under attack
by the miniscule massive Arab minority opposing our good-will gestures towards
a comprehensive settlement. So we had no choice but to first, fence in, and
then wall in our capital, protecting it from unthinkable acts of barbarism.
Unfortunately that attempt too was unsuccessful with the unimaginable
occurring. Arabs holding Israeli citizenship, having been brainwashed by those
few PA warmongers began participating in brutal attacks against our citizens,
leaving us no choice but to close down the center of the city. The national debate
concerning the exact borders of the Jerusalem city center reached such
proportions that for an extended period of time the entire city was declared to
be totally off-limits to all Israelis and tourists. As a good will gesture, we
decided to leave the city open to Arabs who agreed to sign a peace pact with
Israel.
The walling of Petach Tikva, Kfar Saba, and Haifa, led to major
catastrophes in Tel Aviv. Then the infamous children’s rebellion broke out,
when bicycle-riding throughout the country was outlawed, due to suicide bicycle
attacks in major population centers. The regrettable results of that that
revolt caused Israeli leaders to think long and hard about a permanent
solution, leading to the decision to wall in Israel.
Such a decision was not easy to make, but was facilitated by allowing
active population participation. The national contest, “Name the Wall,”
broadcast daily and nightly on Israel radio, won international acclaim. It was
too bad that our popular radio announcers fought each other tooth and nail to
broadcast the show. In the end, as you all know, the show was aired from the
Knesset with the Knesset speaker hosting the program, refusing to relinquish
his chair until a suitable name was declared the winner.
When it came down to the nitty-gritty, and two names were left on the
ballot, the Knesset almost exploded, but finally it was decided to let the
people choose. In a national referendum the name, “Back to the Ghetto” won
overwhelmingly over the other choice, “Continue the Hope.”
So, Back to the Ghetto it was.
Construction of such a wall, excuse me, ghetto, no, don’t get me wrong,
the ghetto wall, around an entire state, is a humongous job. The first major
task was to determine the borders of the back to the ghetto wall. It was immediately
decided not to include Judea, Samaria and Gazza, so as to keep the anim..
terrorists out. But then our neighbors demanded borders acceptable to UN
resolution 181, leaving Beer-Sheva outside the wall. Finally, in a dramatic
compromise it was decided to split Beer Sheva in half, thereby preventing
another bloody conflict.
The last, and most important factor, was the western border. Some
believed that the back to the ghetto wall should be built on the beach. Our
neighbors asked that the beach be left for them. And yet others insisted that
we should use our legitimate international rights, building the wall 20 miles
out into the sea.
Unable to make a decision acceptable to everyone, Israel agreed to
international arbitration, which determined that the real border was at least
20 miles inland, to which Israel was amenable.
The actual building was a tremendous undertaking. All citizens were
drafted, from five years of age and up. Block upon block, stone upon stone, day
after day, week after week, month following month, and at long last, the back
to ghetto wall was concluded. The laying of the ceiling was an engineering feat
of genius. Thousands of huge pillars were erected around Israel in order to
hold up the roof.
Of course a major crisis erupted when the plans showed a pillar to be
constructed above the former Temple Mount, but Israel conceded without a fight.
And now, at long last, the one and only entrance is about to be closed.
No longer will terrorists find a way to harm us. Some of our brothers and sisters, trying to
take the easy way out, have jumped ship and are taking refuge in the sea, (of
course, outside the 20 mile limits.) I myself have decided to take up temporary
residence in Micronesia, whose people have so generously agreed to rename their
capital, previously known as Palikir, to Jerusalem. I vow stay here only until
we can again break down the back to the ghetto walls.
Until then, our fate is sealed.
With blessings from Hebron,
This is David Wilder
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