They were moving slowly down the street
carried by a driver.
Nervous, he saw two children
with branches.
It struck a chord of fear
as if a sign.
This is not right,
speed it up!
Get out of here quickly!
The Arab man
in the kitchen of his fine home
was startled.
He looked up to see an old man -
a Jew. He was in his home - uninvited.
"What do you want?"
"What are you doing here?"
His children, a boy and a girl
looked aghast.
His wife was horrified.
"Step outside" the old man said.
"I want to talk to you."
They walked out to the garden
then the street.
"I want you to rent me a room."
Before the Arab could answer
a shot rang out.
The daughter, shotgun in hand,
had blasted both the Jew and her father.
They both lay in the street.
The Arab wounded, the Jew dead.
The mother horrified, grabbed the shotgun
and her daughter and quickly put them
both in the house.
She said said "Look what you have done...
he was our support."
She returned to help her husband back in just as a torrential
rain began to fall.
The water flooded the street and
the body of the Jew washed randomly under a parked car.
Two people observed this bizzare scene.
One turned to the other and asked
"Why do they leave the dead man's body
in the street?"
The answer "He is a Jew, that's how
they treat the Jews."
The young boy goes to the back door of the house.
There is another Jew there.
He has a scooter, a push scooter.
He tells the boy, "You can have this."
The boy gratefully accepts.
The other Jew turns to leave
and sees the boy come to him.
He presents him with a gift
two beat up shoes - more precisely a
shoe and a sandal.
The Jew accepts the gift and leaves.
"I am reminded of a true story. One Jewish man, perhaps confused, perhaps deranged, perhaps on a mission from G_d, was walking randomly from his home in a Jewish settlement on the West Bank through Arab territory. He was killed and his body was found, perhaps his killers were never found. What would happen if a thousand Jews, each alone, went on such a walk. Would they all be killed? And if they were, suppose a thousand more walked the next day and a thousand more the next? What would happen?"
carried by a driver.
Nervous, he saw two children
with branches.
It struck a chord of fear
as if a sign.
This is not right,
speed it up!
Get out of here quickly!
The Arab man
in the kitchen of his fine home
was startled.
He looked up to see an old man -
a Jew. He was in his home - uninvited.
"What do you want?"
"What are you doing here?"
His children, a boy and a girl
looked aghast.
His wife was horrified.
"Step outside" the old man said.
"I want to talk to you."
They walked out to the garden
then the street.
"I want you to rent me a room."
Before the Arab could answer
a shot rang out.
The daughter, shotgun in hand,
had blasted both the Jew and her father.
They both lay in the street.
The Arab wounded, the Jew dead.
The mother horrified, grabbed the shotgun
and her daughter and quickly put them
both in the house.
She said said "Look what you have done...
he was our support."
She returned to help her husband back in just as a torrential
rain began to fall.
The water flooded the street and
the body of the Jew washed randomly under a parked car.
Two people observed this bizzare scene.
One turned to the other and asked
"Why do they leave the dead man's body
in the street?"
The answer "He is a Jew, that's how
they treat the Jews."
The young boy goes to the back door of the house.
There is another Jew there.
He has a scooter, a push scooter.
He tells the boy, "You can have this."
The boy gratefully accepts.
The other Jew turns to leave
and sees the boy come to him.
He presents him with a gift
two beat up shoes - more precisely a
shoe and a sandal.
The Jew accepts the gift and leaves.
"I am reminded of a true story. One Jewish man, perhaps confused, perhaps deranged, perhaps on a mission from G_d, was walking randomly from his home in a Jewish settlement on the West Bank through Arab territory. He was killed and his body was found, perhaps his killers were never found. What would happen if a thousand Jews, each alone, went on such a walk. Would they all be killed? And if they were, suppose a thousand more walked the next day and a thousand more the next? What would happen?"
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