The Cheapest Blood of All

A lot has been said about the oldest hatred-antisemitism.

Less has been articulated about the natural correlation-the cheapness of Jewish blood.

I saw the photo of an agonized child when I first opened Israel National News this morning on my computer.

Screaming in sadness for people who will never come back, never hug us again, never see us through life's best and hardest moments.

I thought about just ignoring the story, turning the other way because it is so painful. It reminds me of the moments when we first heard about my own brother-in-law being attacked in Israel.

The multiple gunshots killed him. There was no hope. I remember my father telling me on the phone: you must prepare yourself that he is going to die. And even though I knew it, I couldn't believe it was happening. There was the shiva for a young father, the streams of people through the family home, the prayers, the emptiness, the orphans, the widow, the bereaved parents and siblings. The disbelief.

We Jews have our own state, but we are still the hunted. Those who are not bold enough to kill us with their own hands, bodies and weapons support the murderers financially, philosophically and morally.

They are all on the same team.

Here's a journalist bemoaning the fact that the Israeli security well has worked so well-in other words, it's a real pity that Israelis aren't being killed by terrorists with the previous frequency.

See what I mean? They may not pull the trigger, but their spirits are lined up with the gunmen, the suicide bomber-it's a collective operation.

There is no cure, and there can be no negotiating. There can only be defeat, and carrying on with our ultimately more superior life-embracing way of living.

Resist always. Never surrender.