O JERUSALEM

 

   I’ll warn you ahead of time: the column’s not all that funny this week. It’s hard to find anything amusing to write about when every story you read is about the Middle East, one of the world’s least funny places.

 

    Things don’t look good for the prospect of peace. After two weeks of violence and over 100 deaths (most of them Palestinian), President Clinton finally got Israeli Prime Minister Barak and PLO chief Yasser Arafat to at least try to reign in their people. As of this writing, it remains to be seen whether these leaders actually have any control, or whether the Holy Land has turned into a locomotive with no one at the wheel. In the meantime,   17 U.S. sailors were killed and several others are missing after a water-borne version of a car bomb blew a hole in the side of the destroyer U.S.S. Cole, further exacerbating tensions in a region whose nerves are already stretched like banjo strings.

 

  It’s all particularly disheartening because it looked for awhile like there might actually be some hope of a lasting peace. The Barak administration even put the seemingly untouchable issue of the status of Jerusalem on the table. But  then the violence began to escalate, driven by the extremists on both sides, culminating last week in the murder of two Israeli soldiers by a Palestinian mob, followed by an attack by rocket-firing Israeli helicopters on Arafat’s compound. Usually, peace prospects are pretty shaky so long as  one side is strafing the leader of the other side’s office.

 

     At street level, this has gone beyond a war over territory or religion. At this point, it‘s personal. The Israeli settler is out there with his Uzi because Uncle Mordecai got blown up by a Hamas car-bomb, and the Palestinian rock-thrower is out there because cousin Yusuf got his face bashed in by Israeli police. It’s a grudge match, and it’s been going on for a thousand years, with each new day adding new grudges. There are sizable factions on both sides for whom peace, any peace, is a betrayal of the memory of their honored dead.  These extremists are making war, not so much on each other, but on the very idea of peace.

 

     Despite the loud insistence by both sides that it was the other side that started it, neither group has exactly covered itself with honor in this sorry mess. Questions of who’s wearing the white hat, however, should take a back seat until the parties both agree to stop the violence. When both  patients are bleeding out on the operating table, it profits no one to stand around arguing about who shot who first.

 

    Some voices, Israeli, Palestinian, and even some American, have called on the warring factions to “admit that the peace process is dead.” But none of them then proceeds to address the question: and then what? If the Israelis and Palestinians do not continue to work towards peace, then there will be only two choices for Israel: (1) live in a constant state of war within its own borders, or (2) exterminate every Palestinian on the face of the Earth. The first is impossible to sustain, the second is impossible to imagine. But the alternative that the Israelis seem to hope for, that the Palestinians are just going to sit down and start living quietly, is not going to happen.

 

  One of the most thoughtful passages I’ve read on the subject is from Israeli activist Amos Oz: "Neither the Jews nor the Palestinians are going anywhere," Oz wrote. "They cannot live together like one happy family, because they are not one, because they are not happy and because they are hardly a family. The best that can be hoped for is a partition that will let Palestinians and Israelis live together, not as brothers or sisters, just civilized neighbors." While the peace process seems to be in dire straits, the two sides can’t give up now or the extremists will have won. If they don’t start talking again, the status of Jerusalem may end up being that of Great Big Smoking Hole In the Ground.

 

Dusty Rhoades is a lawyer practicing in Aberdeen, and all he’s saying is give peace a chance.

 

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