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In less than a century, Israel became a first world nation. Starting from a patch of desert in Palestine, a patch of desert filled with nothing but history and to which Jews had always felt a strong spiritual attachment, they built themselves up.
And they grew and grew. And it took a lot of blood and guts and brains.
And those Palestinians who remained in Israel lent a hand to the building effort while those who stood outside watched in awe and wondered what was it they were missing.
There was always the option of dialogue, of finding peaceful solutions between them. There was always the choice of trying to work together and emulating Israel.
But resentment prevailed and the war mongers went at it. Boot out the Jews! Expel them from our lands!
Palestinians tried and tried. Again and again.
And so there was the 1948 war after Israel was recognized as a nation by the United Nations, then the 1956 Suez war, the Six Day war in 1967, the Yom Kippur war in 1973, all of which were joined by the surrounding Arab states determined to finally get Israel out and be done with it.
And yet they always failed.
Israel has won every single war against them.
By now, you’d figure the enlightened Palestinians would have caught on and reasoned that another approach had to be tried. Perhaps they could learn to coexist.
But those voices were drowned, the sentiment ridiculed and ignored. Only a victory through war would atone for their many…
