©2014 by Raymond Alexander Kukkee
Middle East Construction: The Predictable Road to Destruction
The Middle East is festering in boils and burning. Israel again has troops on the ground in Gaza in a reciprocal attack on Hamas, who have been lobbing rockets into Israel from rocket launchers located in crowded civilian areas in Gaza "when and as they wish."
Like it or not, Israel has chosen to defend itself by attacking. Children and innocent civilians are dying. With over 500 fatalities so far, there is no tangible sign of a cease fire or peace accord.
Are you surprised? Why would anyone be surprised at an apocalypse now?What did world leaders really expect as an outcome, when the State of Israel was magically created in 1948 by desperate political 'one-solution- fits all" politicians over the objections of the Arab world? Was it that then, as now, we were 'desperate' to be seen to be 'doing something' ?
The ProblemWhere Palestinians
Happy HourLet's tune in on a typical conversation during Happy hour down at the Old Bloke's Club (1936) . Tinkling glasses, pipe tobacco smoke, maroon leather easy chairs and a crackling fire in Ye Great Fireplace. Sounds good. )
"I say, old chap, I hear they're fighting over that bad potato-land, that hell-beaten pile of sand in Palestine, do tell? "tch -tch pip-pip, I hear we are...er...still somewhat obligated to ...er...solve the problem, aren't we..?"
"Do tell! Listen, old chap, we should just get on with dividing it into two pieces of sand, like that chap Balfour recommended, that ought to do it."
"Pip-pip! Double the trouble, if you ask me, old boy! Have you ever ridden a camel?"
"Disgusting noisy creatures, no, but no doubt, old man, but it's still a jolly good idea, I say, a brilliant plan if I ever saw one! —I mean to form a state, not to ride a camel, that is....details can be worked out later, since we command the sand as they say,...er...yes, that plan would be most brilliant, I say! What ever could go wrong? Ta-ta-for now old boy!"Let us tune in once again to The Old Boy's Emporium (still stubbornly called The Old Bloke's Club by stiff upper-lipped loyalists) a few years later (1947)
"I say, old chap, did you see the latest in Palestine, the Arabs are restless again, attacking Jews and all, 'tis an unsavoury situation, isn't it? Uncivilized, I say, we can't have that, let's invite a few of the best to the Emporium, old man, give them a tipple or three, and get on with setting up a separate state for the Jews, shall we, —but only Israel shall be recognized as a state." "Genius, pure genius, old boy! Let's do it, Israel it is!'
"er...you do know that will be a guaranteed sore spot in that land of sand forever, don't you, old man?"
"Of course, my good man, but it's a genuine desert, chaps, complete with camels and donkeys, and hot-headed people running every which way—they won' t know the difference..... but then,,,,they do seem to be wanting some organization, don't they?"
"Nevertheless, men, tut-tut ....we can civilize Palestine as we have all over the globe, so pip-pip, tally-ho, onward and upward, Israel it is, apocalypse or no! "And so the story goes—and the proverbial lines were drawn in the ever-shifting sands of Palestine. The State of Israel was thereby planned in the 'traditional' territory called Palestine , where it was fully well known and understood that Arabs were