It is thirty days since Or Eshkar died. He was killed on one of Tel Aviv’s busiest streets, at the corner of Dizengoff and Sderot Ben-Gurion, on his way to a wedding with two of his friends. He was shot by a Palestinian, shot for no reason at all except for being a Jewish man who lived in the Jewish state of Israel. He was 32 years old, an athlete who had participated in a number of Iron Man competitions. He could have been you or me had we been on the street at that time. I myself had been on that street many times, six times a day in fact during a six-week period when I had rented a place on Sderot Ben-Gurion a minute’s walk from that corner.
Stephen, your words and thoughts as expressed here and in our recent private exchange are a recipe for disaster.
Hard to bear.