©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’ ?
reportedly—note, reportedly, but let’s allow clever historians, revisionists and others to battle that out) had lived for centuries, the plan for the formation of the State of Israel was hatched a few years earlier, a recommendation of the Balfour Declaration (1917) by The League of Nations and the Peel Commission (1936). Undoubtedly, a collection of Brits, historians, learned and miscellaneous interested legal persons were involved in that historical decision. We would guess a few religious fanatics and the usual old boys and court jesters might have had some influence on the outcome. No matter.
Let’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
unable to play well with others unwilling to accept the division of territory and imposition of a separate state for the Jews. Arabs would understandably be forever angry at the creation of an official foreign state for Jewish “foreigners” arbitrarily plunked in the middle of their desert.
No matter, hindsight is always perfect. Palestine was divided in 1948. May 14th, 1948 to be exact,
the day the door to hell and endless misery was invented and left unlocked —like it or not.
(reportedly Zionist, but let’s not go there, either) became the first Prime Minister of the State of Israel. The desert bloomed and madness began to consume mind, soul, and sand. The fuse that was lit has been burning more reliably than an Eternal Flame—Pre-apocalypse, that is.
Requiem for Humanity in Despair
In hindsight, “blame” and “I told you so” and expressions of outrage don’t quite cut it when children are dying, and thousands of rockets are flying both ways and the destruction of war is in full progress. The infrastructure and future of an incredibly poor country is being destroyed, and there is no end in sight.
In reality, there has never been peace, and from all appearances, never will be. How totally predictable. How foolish.
The Middle East needs to be reinvented, but will we learn from history?
Is that Incoming I hear?