The Hebron Planter
January 20, 2003
Shalom.
I thought that tonight I’d be able to fill you in on some of the very
positive aspects of my trip to the United States. I expected to tell you about
a visit with a Senator who told me, “Arafat is a terrorist. You people must
stay strong. We are behind you one hundred percent.” I hoped to relate to you
how another Senator, after sitting with me for a half hour, showing me a
picture of Jerusalem in his office, and telling me that this picture has to be
placed higher on the wall than another picture, because Jerusalem is more
important.
I expected to tell you about a wonderful eighteen-year-old woman named
Danielle, from Baltimore, who decided to single-handedly help Israel. She began
a “business”, importing flowers from Israel for holidays and for the first
Shabbat in every new Jewish month, selling them to customers throughout the
city. All of the profits earned are being donated to families of terror
victims.
I also planned on talking about an extraordinary young Rabbi, who having
visited Hebron this past summer, and again several weeks ago, invited me to be
a guest of his synagogue, and spoke about Hebron, during his weekly sermon, two
weeks in a row.
But unfortunately, I’ll have to leave these uplifting events for some
other time.
It was exactly six years ago, I think it was today, January 20, when
then Prime Minister Binyamin Netanyahu’s government gave the go-ahead to
abandon Hebron. At that time over 80% of the city was denuded of any Jewish
presence. The site of the famous “Slobadka – Hebron” Yeshiva; the cave of the
first Judge in Eretz Yisrael, Otniel ben Knaz; and of course, the hills
surrounding Hebron’s Jewish neighborhoods, Abu Sneneh and Harat a’Shech. Almost immediately the community came under
attack, massive rock-throwing and fire-bomb assaults. For months on end the
Netanyahu government did virtually nothing to stop the attacks. Only after an
Israeli soldier was badly burned by a Molotov cocktail was Arafat presented
with, not a crushing military blow, rather, an ultimatum: Stop, or else!
We warned, both before the Israeli withdrawal, and after, that the
inevitable result of the Oslo and Hebron Accords would be war, and it wasn’t
long in coming. There are those who prefer the Arab word, “intifada,” meaning
uprising. This phrase is nothing more than an Arab-media propaganda ploy, a
euphemism, hiding behind it the true substance of current events: War.
The Oslo war, a much more accurate calling card, has cost Israel over
720 deaths and thousands of wounded and maimed, all over the country. No city,
no bus stop, no school is immune. Hebron has been hit hard, very hard. For
almost two full years we were shot at day and night. Ten month old Shalhevet was
murdered, shot to death from the
surrounding hills. Elazar Lebovitch, on the eve of his 21st
birthday, was struck down, only miles outside the center of the city. Two of
the Meshulam brothers were shot and wounded while standing on their apartment
balcony. Another brother was stabbed and critically wounded. One of the Struk
family boys was hit in the chest by a bullet fragment. Another was shot in the
back, also, just outside Hebron. Others from the Hebron region, were gunned
down: only to mention a few, Rina Didovsky, Eliyahu ben Ami, David Cohen,
Yehezkel Mualem, and the list goes on. And of course, the miracles are many to
numerous to detail during a five minute conversation.
Then, two and a half months ago, the commencement of a major terror
offensive in the Hebron district. First, twelve killed during a Friday night
terror ambush – three civilians from Kiryat Arba and nine soldiers. A week and
a half later, two more soldiers were gunned down in Hebron. Then, a few weeks
later, the Otniel Yeshiva Shabbat attack, leaving four dead. And now, this past
Friday night, an additional victim of terror, another widow, another five
orphans.
Nati Uzeri was a familiar personage, thirty five years old, having lived
in the Kiryat Arba vicinity for well over a decade. His personality combined
abundant traits: an idealist, a pioneer, a Torah scholar, and a doer, who
practiced what he preached. He fully believed in Torah study, and he fully
believed in working the land. He and his
family lived in an isolated home, which should not have been secluded, because
it was built within the municipal boundaries of Kiryat Arba. Uzeri knew that if
Jews did not settle this land, it would soon be filled with Arab housing. With
the dedication and self-sacrifice so characteristic of him, the family lived
there, just outside of Kiryat Arba, happily fulfilling a goal, settling Eretz
Yisrael.
On Friday night, while eating their Sabbath meal, the family was
interrupted by a knock on the door. “Who’s there?” Nati asked. From outside
came a voice answering, “Mordechai.” Being suspicious, Nati drew his gun and
opened the door. He shot and hit one of the two terrorists before being struck
down. Two guests in the house, both unarmed, left quickly through a back
entrance and surprised the terrorists from behind, jumping on them and beating
them. One of the terrorists was killed on the spot and the other, the next
morning, by Israeli forces. But Nati Uzeri was dead, the nineteenth victim in
the Hebron area in less than three months.
Two days ago, Shabbat, was the Jewish holiday Tu b’Shvat, the
traditional “New Year for Trees.” The Hebron community planned a huge tree-
planting ceremony, planting trees in memory of the heroic twelve. Planting a
tree in the ground is an act of faith, knowing that the rewards are not
immediate, that fruit will grow only in the future. But knowing that new roots
are now growing in the ground, new roots, intermingling with old roots, this is
symbolic of our past, our present and our future, all blending together. It is
an inspirational event.
However, yesterday, rather than plant roots of new trees in the soil,
Hebron participated in lowering another victim into the ground, earth scorched
by so much blood, boiling blood of so many innocent people, their only crime being
Jews, settling the land of Israel.
All a direct result of what happened here, exactly six years ago
today. Land and guns, for blood. You’d think we’d have learned by now.
With blessings from Hebron,
This is David Wilder
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