I had intended to update my readers about yesterday’s Arab terrorist attacks, which included several stabbing sprees, one of them by two teenage terrorists, who went on a knife rampage in the Jerusalem neighbourhood of Pisgat Zeev, seriously wounding a young man in his twenties. They then fell like beasts of prey on a 13-year-old Jewish boy who was innocently riding his bicycle, stabbing him over a dozen times, before being neutralised. One of the terrorist thugs was killed and the second was seriously wounded. These two wild beasts were aged only 15 and 13. No doubt the European and other foreign media will headline the story (as they usually do) “Palestinian child killed by Israeli forces after Jerusalem attack”. After all, Mahmoud Abbas (Abu Mazen) is already calling the killing of the older terrorist an “execution”
Meanwhile, the 13-year-old Jewish child whom they tried to murder is still in serious condition, (as is the older victim) despite the stabilisation of his condition, following apparently successful surgery performed by the devoted surgical team at the Hadassah Mount Scopus Hospital, including Head of General Surgery Prof. Ahmed Eid (who, as you have probably guessed from his name, is an Arab – because hey! Naturally the Head of Surgery in a leading Israeli hospital would be an Arab, Israel being, don’t you know, an apartheid state and all that…)
As I said, I had intended to give you all a detailed update on yesterday’s attacks, but before I could sit down at my computer, the air was riven by the wailing of sirens and a procession of police cars and ambulances began streaming into the Jerusalem neighbourhood of East Talpiot (Armon Hanatziv), where I live. Instinctively, I turned on the television and the radio and also began scanning cyberspace to find out what was happening.
And what was happening was unnerving. Two Arab terrorists, armed with a gun and knives, had carried out an attack on the #78 bus which runs through the neighbourhood, leaving two dead and 22 wounded. This occurred just after the bus stop right across the road from my old apartment, thirty metres away from what used to be, till last year, my study window. In fact, if I hadn’t decided to postpone my weekly shopping at the neighbourhood supermarket till tomorrow, and write my blog today instead, I would have been on that bus.
And as if that wasn’t enough, in other Arab terrorist attacks today, an Arab employee of the Israeli Bezeq Communications Company carried out a deadly attack on a group of Jews waiting at a bus stop in Malchei Yisrael Street in Jerusalem, ramming his work vehicle into the bus stop, killing one and seriously wounding two more. He then got out of his car and proceeded to stab his victims.
You see the horror here? In the current climate, one tends to be wary of passing cars, but who would suspect a Bezeq van or its driver?
Nor was Jerusalem the only scene of Arab terrorism this morning. In two separate attacks in the town of Ra’anana, five people were wounded. One of them is said to be in critical condition.
At the time of writing this post, I still do not know the names of the victims and so I do not know yet if they include anyone I know.
I have always agreed with Albert Schweitzer, that there are two means of refuge from the sorrows of this world – music and cats. I have three cats. And this evening, I have choir practice – a rehearsal for this coming Friday’s lunchtime performance, in Haifa, of Leonard Bernstein’s Chichester Psalms, together with the Haifa Symphony Orchestra.
Only – I am almost afraid to leave the house.
But I will. Because if we shut ourselves up in our homes, the terrorists will have won.