I have read the interview given by your commander, Major
General Dan Halutz, and, like many others in Israel and abroad, I was
shocked.
On July 23, one of your comrades (or perhaps you
yourself?) dropped a one-ton bomb on a house in a dense residential
neighborhood in Gaza. The aim was to execute, without trial, Salah
Shehadeh, a Hamas activist. Apart from him, 16 neighbors, including 11
children, were killed. Tens of other men, women and children were wounded.
In school you certainly learned the words of the famous
poem by Bialik, the national poet, "Even Satan has not invented the
revenge of a little child." I assumed that you are torn by doubt after
this act, that you look at your children and tell yourself: "Children are
children. How are their children responsible for the situation?"
And here comes your commander and says that you have no
pangs of conscience, none whatsoever. I don’t know whether he is telling
the truth or slandering you.
The general says that he told you: "Your execution was
perfect…You did exactly what you were told to do…You did not deviate one
inch left or right…You have no problem."
Those who do have problems with this action and protest
against it (like myself) are called by the general "bleeding hearts…a
insignificant and vociferous minority…" He accuses us of "daring to use
methods of mafia-style blackmail against fighters…treason is forbidden…a
paragraph must be found in the law in order to put them to trial in
Israel…(this) reminds me of dark time of the Jewish people, when a
minority amongst us informed against other Jews." He also condemns "the
obsession of some journalists…they are bored…so they jump…"
These extreme utterances do not testify to the mental
tranquility of the general, who says that he has "a deep feeling of
justice and morality." I would say that on the head of the general, the
blue cap is burning.* Each word betrays hysteria.
But the style must cause deep anxiety. The words would
have sounded natural if uttered by a general in Argentina or Chile during
the military dictatorship, or by a Turkish officer about to topple the
civilian government. When an Israeli general uses such words against the
media and civil society, a red light is turned on. The more so since he
was not summarily dismissed but, on the contrary, publicly lauded. Israeli
democracy is losing height.
But I do not want to speak with you about Dan Halutz, but
about yourself.
Who are you? What are you?
One of the pilots explained to the interviewer, Vered
Levy-Barzilai: "(That) is the uniqueness and the beauty of the world of
the pilot. You sit up above, quietly, with your wide space. There are no
noises, no booms, no shouts of people. You are totally focused on the
target, you don’t have the dirt and the horror of the battlefield. You do
your thing and head home."
Dan Halutz, too, describes his feelings thus: "If you
really want to know what I feel when I release a bomb, I will tell you: I
feel a slight bump to the plane as a result of the bomb’s release. A
second later it’s gone, and that’s all. That’s what I feel."
"That’s all." Down below horrible things happen, mutilated
bodies fly in the air, wounded human beings writhe in pain, people buried
under the debris utter their last groan, women scream over the bodies of
their children, a scene of hell, not different from the scene of a suicide
bombing – and "that’s all". A slight bump to the plane, and then home, to
a warm shower and bed.
I must confess that it is hard for me to imagine this
experience. I did my combat service in the infantry, I saw who I was
shooting at and who was shooting at me; I could at any moment have been
wounded (as I was) and killed. It is difficult for me to imagine the
experience of a person up in the sky, sowing death and destruction without
being in any danger himself.
Is this pilot – you! – afflicted by doubt? Does he
sometimes torment himself? Does he ask himself if a certain action is
permitted, moral, right? Or does he – you! – become a robot, a
"professional" who is proud of his perfect control over the awesome
machine-of-death entrusted to him and of the "exact" execution of his
orders?
I know that not all pilots are robots. I still see before
my eyes Colonel Yig’al Shohat reading from his paper, with a voice
trembling with emotion, his historic appeal to his fellow-pilots and
pupils in the Air Force to refuse manifestly illegal orders, such as
precisely this action in Gaza. Shohat, a war-hero who was shot down over
Egypt and whose leg was amputated by an Egyptian surgeon, is the exact
opposite of Halutz.
You must decide – to be a human being like Shohat,
sensitive to the suffering of others, or a robot like Halutz, who feels a
slight bump while he kills dozens of human beings.
The Rules of War were born after the Thirty Years War, one
of the most horrible in the annals of Europe, a holocaust in which a third
of the German nation was wiped out and two thirds of Germany laid waste.
The international conventions are based on the conviction that even in a
hard war, when each side is fighting for existence, the commandments of
human morality must be kept.
Don’t make it easy for yourself by adopting the primitive
slogans of Halutz, who justifies everything by saying that Shehadeh was
"evil incarnate", words which betray his ultra-rightist world-view.
Shehadeh was not put on trial. None of his alleged acts were proven. He
certainly believed that he was serving his people, as you believe that you
are serving yours. But even if it were proven that he was a dangerous
enemy, this does not justify in any way the killing of his neighbors. The
argument that this wholesale killing prevented the killing of Jews is not
valid. When the pilot released his bomb he knew for certain that he was
killing many people, while Shehadeh’s ability to kill us was only an
assumption. On the other hand, it was certain that this killing would lead
to acts of revenge, and that much Jewish flood would flow because of it.
Furthermore, there is a hell of a difference between a guerilla group and
a mighty army acting on behalf of a state.
Under these circumstances, would you have told your
commander: "I refuse to fulfill this order, because it is manifestly
illegal?" Israeli law and human morality oblige you to do so. But Dan
Halutz says: "Refusal to perform a sortie is not part of the rules of my
game."
What about the rules of y o u r game?
[The author has closely followed the career of Sharon for four decades.
Over the years, he has written three extensive biographical essays about
him, two (1973, 1981) with his cooperation.]