A Bomber Welcomes Me Home

On Monday, April 17th, at 1:35 p.m., a Palestinian bomber left me a welcome home message. Four hours later, my plane made its final approach, it’s flight path lying directly over the bloody carnage in Tel Aviv. Nine dead and twenty wounded are hard to see from a Boeing 777, so I can be forgiven for not understanding what I saw.

What cannot be forgiven are the words of one reporter. After having traveled to the home of the bomber, he justified this latest atrocity by explaining that the Palestinians are suffering, and laid that suffering at the feet of Israel.

Of course the Palestinians are suffering, and I hate it. I wish that there was some lasting answer that would ease their pain. I hate to see people in despair over their future because there is no work. I hate to see children go to bed hungry. I hate to see people dying from inadequate healthcare.

I hate all of that.

What I hate more is the fact that they have brought all of this on themselves, and continue to do so. They allowed their leaders to start the current fight between Arab and Jew almost eighty years ago. Over the intervening decades, they allowed their leaders to steal billions of dollars from them. (In just the five years between 1995 and 2000, they allowed Arafat to personally funnel more than $900 million from the Palestinian treasury.)

I could go on and on about what the Palestinians allowed, but the results are simple: the Palestinians have suffered and continue to suffer. It breaks my heart to see that suffering, but they only have themselves to blame.

That, of course, is cold comfort to the dead and wounded from last week’s bombing.