I had marked the link to a letter written to Tamar Fogel after the slaughter of her parents and siblings. At the tender age of twelve years she came back from a youth group function on a Shabbat evening to find her parents, two brothers and 3-month old sister slaughtered. Her strength and maturity in the face of this terror attack is nothing less than amazing.
The letter, is from a non-jew,
Professor Denis M. MacEoin, born in Belfast, and a scholar of Islamic studies. He is an expert on the development of radical Islam. He has written three reports for British think tanks, dealing with Islamic issues:
[1] The Hijacking of British Islam, written for Policy Exchange, examining hate literature found in British mosques and other institutions; [
2] Music, Chess and Other Sins, concerning Muslim schools in Britain, written for Civitas and published online; and the hard copy
[3] Sharia Law or One Law for All?, also for Civitas.
I need not say anything more...here is the letter (the video referenced follows).
Dear Tamar,
We have never met, nor are we likely to. I am not a Jew nor an Israeli, though for many years I have defended both Jews and Israelis from the physical and political attacks that are made on them. I live in England, though I'm Irish. The Irish used to be great enemies of the English, who did bad things to us, but who gave us their language, something in which we excel. But many years ago, long before you were born, the enmity between the Irish and the English faded. We are not the same people, but we no longer hate each other, and the English Queen will soon make her first visit to Ireland, in a gesture that the past is past, that we are now allies, not enemies.
The most important for you is to be sure that the only guilty parties were the terrorists who carried out the slaughter. And I need not tell you that these were not the first Palestinian terrorists to take out their hate, their resentment, and their jealousy on helpless Jews living on Jewish land.
I have watched you in two videos, the first time when
Binyamin Netanyahu came to visit you and your grandparents, and I still remember the force with which you challenged him, such an important man and such a young girl. And after that your tears. It seemed to me then, and it seems to me now that the dead are at peace, and your two living brothers may grow up with less dark memories, but that you above all are old enough and aware enough to carry the most terrible memories through the rest of your life. But I also saw a second video in which you spoke to a reporter from Israeli National Television, and here your tears gave way to a most articulate, awesomely mature, and moving assertion of your right to live in Samaria. I wish every Palestinian could watch that video with an Arabic voice-over. Perhaps there and then they might see that their fight against Israel is worthless, that you will never surrender, that you will not let yourselves be led to the slaughter as happened all those years ago.
Rabbi Chaim Potok once wrote that there are no more gentle Jews. He did not mean that Jews are no longer kind or good, but that they now know how to fight back. Kol Hakavod for every word you spoke.
You will grow up among strong people, and you will finally marry and have children of your own. That may seem far off to you, but to someone much older like myself, it will happen in no time at all. When that happens, and when your two brothers find wives and have children, there will soon be more Fogels than before. They cannot substitute for the dead, but they can stand up and speak for them down the long years to come. Your life, however much you may wish it otherwise, will be overshadowed by the terrible event that has fallen on you. You will ask questions and you may find answers. After the
Shoah, many rabbis tackled the question of hester panim,
(God hiding His face) asking why HaShem had seemed to turn his face away from his people. I am not a Jew, and I cannot provide easy answers to those questions. You must seek your own answers from your rabbis and in your scriptures. One answer may be found in a short sound recording that was made in
Belsen shortly after its liberation by British forces. It was made by the BBC and contains at the end description of a Shabbat service held by a British rabbi, at the end of which the survivors stand and sing
HaTikva.
They are weak, they are out of tune, some of them will still die: but they are singing in open defiance of the very great Nazi evil that had overwhelmed them and their families. Three years after that, the state of Israel was established.
I'm writing, first because I'm a writer and that's how I express my feelings best. But also because I want to convey just how many people's thoughts are with you. You have your grandparents and aunts or uncles, and after that you have your small and concerned community of I'timar, but beyond that you have a world of people, Jews and non-Jews, who stand with you in your grief. We feel helpless, not knowing what we can or should do to help, yet longing to do so. How many people can say they truly love the murderers who came to your house that night? Some may hand out candies and dance in the streets, but how meaningful is that? They love themselves and their own dreams of glory, but who can truly love men of blood, people who kill infants in their cradles?
For you the greatest problem of the next few years may be this: you are still a child and you deserve to be reading funny books and watching films and playing games and going to your youth club; but many will treat you as an adult before you are entirely ready for adult responsibilities. You do seem older than your years, but you should not be rushed into adulthood. I am sure your grandparents and others will understand this and will do their best to protect you from those who want to take your childhood away from you.
Enough of the advice! Everyone likes to give advice. You don't have to listen to any of it, and advice isn't really the reason I've written. You are in my thoughts and in the thoughts of millions of other people because the murder of your family has gone so deeply into so many people's hearts. The list of atrocities carried out on Jews, not just in Israel but beyond, is very long. As a result, it's easy to let them all blur together into one mass. But every so often one death or a group of deaths stands out and demands special attention. One day there will be a memorial to the sacrifice your family made. People from far away may come to visit it. Photographs of it will appear in the press. But the true memorial will be you, an ordinary girl, with a torn heart and a wounded soul, going to school, going to shul, making friends, baking bread, sewing, cooking, reading, blushing when a certain young man comes to speak to you, going to
Kever Yosef to marry him, giving birth to your first child. I just mean to say that no-one expects from you heroic deeds, no-one wants you to have to shoulder resistance to all the evils you know better than most. It is your ordinary deeds, the day-to-day living of an ordinary life that are for the creators of horror the most painful thing of all, that Jews will continue to live on land sanctified by Jewish blood. At the end of
that recording made in Belsen, someone calls out
Am Yisrael Chai (The People of Israel Live). By living, the killers only bring eternal disgrace on themselves, their families, and everyone who shelters them. By living, you make clear to everyone that the People of Israel live, that their light will not be snuffed out, and that when your enemies have gone to dust and seen a darkness beyond measure engulf them, the light of the Jews will illuminate the nations. Grow and be happy and tell us what you see on your journey
...Denis MacEoin
This is the Recording made in Belsen
Hatikva~With Translation
I have had the privilege of studying with and developing wonderful friendships with several survivors. One woman who I love dearly has on occasion told of incidents during those times. I remember a story she told of the transportation of her entire village to Auschwitz-Berkinau death camp. On arrival she remembered being driven out of the cars and separated into groups. As she stood with her mother and sisters on the platform she saw her neighbor, carrying her belongings, walking along the tracks with her children. My friend said she remembered it as being such a "peaceful scene"--they walked slowly, calmly. Only now, these many years later did she realize that it was the last walk they would take, because at the end of the track was the gas chamber from which they would not return. She recalled that at the time, nobody had realized--nobody had guessed...
Is it not time somebody told the Mahmoud Abbas and the United Nations Security Council that butchering an entire family in their sleep is a Criminal Action? Shouldn't they know that firing a laser-guided anti-tank missile at a school bus is a Criminal Action? What about the continuous barrage of rockets, the sniper attacks, the rocks crashed into moving vehicles, and on and on? Or are there separate rules making killing Jews OK?
The most important for you is to be sure that the only guilty parties were the terrorists who carried out the slaughter. And I need not tell you that these were not the first Palestinian terrorists to take out their hate, their resentment, and their jealousy on helpless Jews living on Jewish land.
I think all Israelis have been waiting for something to be done for years and years. 
