A Confession
September 17, 2017 12:00 am Leave your thoughtsToday is the last day of the 93rd year of my life. Ridiculous. If by a miracle I could be returned to, say, 14, and travel all this long way again, would I like that? No, I would not.
Uri Avnery
Today is the last day of the 93rd year of my life. Ridiculous. If by a miracle I could be returned to, say, 14, and travel all this long way again, would I like that? No, I would not.
Caesarea was built by King Herod some 2000 years ago and named after his Roman master, Augustus Caesar. It once again became an important town under the Crusaders, who fortified it.
The spectacle is almost bizarre: a political party refuses to accept new members. And not just a few individuals, but tens of thousands
The vultures are circling. They can see the wounded man on the ground, and are waiting for his end.
From whatever angle one looks at it, the death sentence is a barbaric and stupid measure. It has been abolished by all civilized countries, except some US states (which can hardly be called civilized)
There are two ways to look at historic disasters. The one sees them as plots of evil persons, the other as acts of folly.
The whole thing could have been a huge practical joke, if it had not been real. All of Israel was taken in. Left, right and center. All the newspapers and TV networks, without exception.
The atrocity goes on. Two million human beings suffer inhuman treatment. And the world? Alas. the world is busy. It has no eyes for Gaza. Better not to think about that awful place
When I first heard that, on April 4, Bashar al-Assad had bombed Khan Sheikhoun with nerve gas my inner voice whispered: wait. Something wrong. Something smells fishy. First of all, it was too quick. Just a few hours after the event, everybody knew it was Bashar who did it.
Nobody will start peace negotiations if they believe that peace is impossible. The belief in peace will not make peace certain. But at least it will make peace possible.