This may be Bill Whittle’s finest summation yet. He certainly covers the themes that have been at the center of many private meditations, prayers and ponderings for those familiar with the Jewish scriptural references Mr. Whittle highlights. Thousands of years later and the same old argument continues:
Mr. Whittle names chapter and verse, or rather, he names one of them. The Scriptures limn the many fractures of the human heart, the myriad ways we fail ourselves and each other:
Now there was a famine in the land, besides the previous famine that had occurred in the days of Abraham. So Isaac went to Gerar, to Abimelech king of the Philistines.
The LORD appeared to him and said, “Do not go down to Egypt; stay in the land of which I shall tell you. “Sojourn in this land and I will be with you and bless you, for to you and to your descendants I will give all these lands, and I will establish the oath which I swore to your father Abraham. “I will multiply your descendants as the stars of heaven, and will give your descendants all these lands; and by your descendants all the nations of the earth shall be blessed; 5because Abraham obeyed Me and kept My charge, My commandments, My statutes and My laws.”
So Isaac lived in Gerar. …
Now Isaac sowed in that land and reaped in the same year a hundredfold. And the LORD blessed him, and the man became rich, and continued to grow richer until he became very wealthy; for he had possessions of flocks and herds and a great household, so that the Philistines envied him.
Now all the wells which his father’s servants had dug in the days of Abraham his father, the Philistines stopped up by filling them with earth. Then Abimelech said to Isaac, “Go away from us, for you are too powerful for us.” And Isaac departed from there and camped in the valley of Gerar, and settled there.
Quarrel over the Wells
Then Isaac dug again the wells of water which had been dug in the days of his father Abraham, for the Philistines had stopped them up after the death of Abraham; and he gave them the same names which his father had given them.
But when Isaac’s servants dug in the valley and found there a well of flowing water, the herdsmen of Gerar quarreled with the herdsmen of Isaac, saying, “The water is ours!” So he named the well Esek, because they contended with him.
Then they dug another well, and they quarreled over it too, so he named it Sitnah.
He moved away from there and dug another well, and they did not quarrel over it; so he named it Rehoboth, for he said, “At last the LORD has made room for us, and we will be fruitful in the land.”
But he not only points out the sad and tedious repetitions — the Philistines filling in the wells three thousand years ago vs. the Palestinians’ deliberate destruction of the tremendous wealth handed to them in the form of those greenhouses — he goes further to ask American Jews why they voted in, why they support a man so dedicated to the destruction of Israel.
Now, with the stunning news of the multitude of tunnels dug from Gaza into Israel, the hinge of history has closed another door. Slammed it quite loudly.
Those tunnels were — are, but shortly will be were — changing the rules of this elaborate game the world has played at Israel’s expense. Who donated the dollars (actually, mostly euros) that made the tunnels possible? Who sold Hamas the concrete? Who helped them engineer and build those tunnels? They did it themselves you say? You live in a dream world.
This a culture created to play the role of underdog. Their job is to exist and to suffer and to make demands. Suffering, the right kind of suffering, bestows the right of entitlement, the right to stand eternally with one’s hand out, demanding more.
The PoorPalis can’t design tunnels; they don’t build bridges; they have no desire, nor the memory of any such desire, to see the embodiment of Beauty or Truth or Goodness. Music to soothe and restore? Art to change perceptions? Research to satisfy curiosity (however momentarily)? Such concepts are now beyond a people raised from infancy to hate a group of people they don’t know beyond the cartoon primers they read in school. This is not the hatred of close encounters, it is the deep, abiding misery that arrives on the tails of an inbred sense of entitlement with no hope of fulfillment. Not ever. Normal human desire to achieve has been replaced by an evil simulacrum of a deeply perverted need to destroy.
Palestinians do make murderous artifacts: cell phones crafted into detonators; clothing into vestments of death — for example, vests filled with bombs or chadors lined with enough explosive devices to take out a good portion of a market crowd. This is their cottage industry. These artifacts are their proud accomplishments because they love death more than life. Their joy is the Jew piñata: makeshift missiles cobbled together using the refuse of urban life and filled with nails and ball bearings and rat poison. A low-tech propulsion device and BOOM! the missile flies just far enough over the border to explode — if they’re lucky — into the midst of a group of school children. The addition of rat poison to the projectile is particularly sadistic, the infliction of mere death and injury not being a sufficient outlet for their craft.
Mr. Whittle holds the feet of American Jews to the fire. As a member of the Tea Party, determined to turn this country once again toward striving for justice and the rule of law, he asks American Leftist Jews why they elected and why they continue to donate to a president who has made plain his desire to see Hamas flourish at Israel’s expense. With no advice or counsel from those legislators who were elected just as he was, Obama saw fit to give Hamas hundreds of millions of dollars. He didn’t ask Americans; he didn’t seek the opinion of Congress; he simply gave a terrorist organization hundreds of millions of dollars.
Ah, the worm of Envy eats great holes in the heart of otherwise normal people. Obama is no different: he envies Israel’s record, in much the same way he envies the individual achievements of the heads of private businesses.
All by himself Obama has sown death and destruction and distrust all over the world; he calls the result ‘tranquility’.
No other world leader trusts him; none seem to like him.
The electorate has come to dread him — his “Friday night specials”, those unannounced dicta, mean tribulation for some faction of Americans, though which particular group varies with the whim of each new “executive order”.
For America’s Jews on the Left, you are powerful and influential. That is partly due to your own ethic of achievement. You have done much and all Americans admire that; part of what makes America a good place is its ability to sincerely admire achievement wherever it occurs. In fact, we admire achievement more than we feel sorry for the underdog.
But as history tells you, your amazing achievements would never remain secure if the rest of America became like the man your powerful vote helped elect. It is past time to begin to put your house in order, to let go the knee-jerk suspicions and old grievances. If you don’t do these things we will begin to question, as we are beginning to question other symbols of institutional achievement: are you trustworthy? Or, like the Philistines and like Obama, are you riven through with envy?
As an American and as an inheritor of a deeply Judeo-Christian moral order, I stand with Israel
As one who strives to uphold that moral order , I ask the American Jewish Left to do the same thing.