Confirmed and confessed

From the archive (legacy material)

B. Michael (translated by The Other Israel-staff from Hebrew) | Yediot Aharonot | 15 October 2004

Between Sept 29 and Oct 15, fifteen days in all, I killed thirty children. Two children per day.
Two dead children per day is more or less four bereaved parents per day. Why more or less? Because some of them were brothers. So, two dead children for one pair of bereaved parents. Perhaps that’s better, because these parents are bereaved anyway, so they are just bereaved twice, and another pair of parents is released from being bereaved. But perhaps it is less good, because to be bereaved is worse than being dead, and being twice bereaved is
twice worse than being dead. So I don’t really know what to decide.
All these children I killed in the Gaza Strip, and all of them I killed by mistake. That is, I knew that there were children there, and I knew I would kill some of them, but since I knew it would be by mistake I did not feel so pressured about it. Because everybody makes mistakes. Only the one who does nothing does not make mistakes. Mistakes happen, we are all human beings. That is what I think is so nice about my mistakes, they make me so human and fallible, is it not so?
The 30 children I killed by all kind of mistakes. Each child with his special mistake. There was one about whom I thought by mistake that he was not a child. And there was one which I hit because he insisted on standing exactly on the spot at which I decided to shoot. And there was one who threw stones and did not at all look six years old. And there was one who from the air looked like a wanted terrorist. Or like a Qassam rocket. Or like a terrorist holding a Qassam rocket. And there were some children who by mistake got into their heads some of the shrapnel from the shell I shot into their house. And there was one who by mistake hid under her bed exactly when I blew up the bed in order to expel the terrorist squad which was hiding there. But this does not count, it was her mistake, not mine.
I remember it was the most hard with my first mistake. I shot and shot and shot, then they told me I had killed a child. I became pale, and my mouth was dry, and my knees were shaking, and in general I did not sleep very well that night. But with the passing of time, and of mistakes, it became much easier. Now I make mistakes with hardly any side-effects. It was very helpful that my friends, my environment, everybody, did not make so much fuss over every small mistake.
Here, just last week, when I killed by mistake one girl, I shot two more mistakes into her head, just to make sure that I was making a mistake. And then the rest of my magazine, full of mistakes. Once, I would not have been able to do that.
True, some people tell me that I am making a mistake in making this confession. They tell I have not been in Gaza at all, and did not shoot any bullet, and did not bomb, and did not shell, and did not snipe. That’s true, I did not. But who paid for the bullets? Me. And who bought the gun? And financed the shell? And the missile? Me. Me. Me. Also me.
And also, who is not growing pale any more with every new mistake? Whose mouth is not getting dry when one more child is laid in the earth? Whose knees do not grow weak when another nameless baby lies dead in a bloody cradle? Who goes on sleeping soundly even when the number of mistakes reaches thirty in two weeks? Me. Also me. So, don’t tell me I didn’t kill.
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Postscript/note from Mazin Qumsiyeh:
Every single human rights organization that looked at this issue contradicted Israeli army ludicrous assertion that they do not target civilians. During the first uprising when the Israeli army kept repeating in response to allegation of killing children that they are “shooting in the air” there was the macabre joke about flying children. Both Kerry and Bush have pledged to the Israeli lobby to continue funding and supporting this system of oppression and apartheid. Does it surprise us then why the world thinks of US foreign policy as hijacked and ludicrous. And as a taxpayer whose money goes to support Israel to the tune of $5 billion per year, it is also our responsibility. You and I thus helped kill those kids by simply paying taxes (so silence is not an option). It is time, after we vote, to insists that enough is enough. We are not going to take it anymore.
AIPAC and its affiliates contribute to both Democrats and Republicans: see and they reap handsomely in billions of dollars stolen from US taxpayers to fund Israeli occupation and oppression of Palestinians (see for cost to tax payers and read articles about the deceptive nature of such PACs). These issues are shoved under the carpet by a compliant US media (although the lump is getting more and more noticeable to more and more Americans).