SINWAR: BUT DON’T KILL ME, OK!
Stefano Parisi
Martyrdom as a virtue. Suicide bombing in the name of Allah. “We are the ones who need the blood of Palestinian children, women, and elderly. We need this blood to awaken the revolutionary spirit within us.” Ismail Haniyeh, the political chief of Hamas, declared last October, was killed in Tehran on July 31st. The dead are the martyrs for the cause: the erasure of Israel from the map, the killing of all Israelis, from the river to the sea. Every dead Palestinian strengthens Hamas in the West. Hamas needs dead Palestinians. It exaggerates the number, spreads false photos to describe their martyrdom. The leaders protect themselves with the lives of civilians. Yahya Sinwar lives underground, in tunnels equipped as bunkers, well stocked with food, money, and weapons, to protect his own life and that of his leaders, and sends thousands of Palestinians to their deaths. They need their death. By his order, hundreds of terrorists and Palestinian civilians have slaughtered, raped, mutilated, burned, and torn apart 1,200 defenseless Israeli women, children, the elderly, and men. This is the culture of death and hatred that binds a people to hunger, forced into a life of hatred and poverty, to arm and keep awake the “revolutionary spirit” of the leaders of Hamas, Hezbollah, and the Nazi and corrupt regime of the Islamic Republic of Iran. Sinwar has also written novels to describe the internal dynamics of the average Palestinian family, including suicide bombings, kidnappings, and murders. We have heard with our own ears Palestinian mothers extolling the martyrdom of their children. Got it. But when it comes down to it, in the endless negotiations for the release of hostages (who continue to die in the meantime, from deprivation or killed by Palestinians, as in the case of the last six hostages found in Gaza), Sinwar demands that one of the conditions of the agreement be a safe passage for himself. Israel must commit not to kill him. He probably wants to succeed Haniyeh and live the life of a billionaire nabob that his predecessor lived in Qatar.