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Titolo: ANALYSIS / Hebron settler riots were out and out pogroms

L'episodio è raccapricciante, come lo è ogni pogrom, ma è soprattutto 
preoccupante.
L'atteggiamento inadeguato e noncurante delle forze di sicurezza di 
fronte al tentativo di linciaggio fa pensare ad una deliberata strategia 
messa in campo dai suoi *responsabili*.
Una strategia che rivela anche una mentalità che ha connotati ben 
individuabili, primo fra tutti il disconoscimento dei diritti 
fondamentali in capo ai palestinesi.
Qui non si tratta di censurare i militari presenti sul posto per non 
essere intervenuti, neanche dietro sollecitazione dei giornalisti, si 
tratta dell'altro capo della linea di comando di cui fanno parte.
Ed è un problema certamente più grosso di quello che appare.
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Last update - 14:53 05/12/2008  	 	 	
ANALYSIS / Hebron settler riots were out and out pogroms
By Avi Issacharoff
Tags: Hebron, settlers, Israel News
An innocent Palestinian family, numbering close to 20 people. All of
them women and children, save for three men. Surrounding them are a few 
dozen masked Jews seeking to lynch them. A pogrom. This isn't a play on 
words or a double meaning. It is a pogrom in the worst sense of the 
word. First the masked men set fire to their laundry in the front yard 
and then they tried to set fire to one of the rooms in the house. The 
women cry for help, "Allahu Akhbar." Yet the neighbors are too scared to 
approach the house, frightened of the security guards from Kiryat Arba 
who have sealed off the home and who are cursing the journalists who 
wish to document the events unfolding there.
The cries rain down, much like the hail of stones the masked men hurled 
at the Abu Sa'afan family in the house. A few seconds tick by before a 
group of journalists, long accustomed to witnessing these difficult 
moments, decide not to stand on the sidelines. They break into the home 
and save the lives of the people inside. The brain requires a minute or 
two to digest what is taking place. Women and children crying bitterly, 
their faces giving off an expression of horror, sensing their imminent 
deaths, begging the journalists to save their lives. Stones land on the 
roof of the home, the windows and the doors. Flames engulf the southern 
entrance to the home. The front yard is littered with stones thrown by 
the masked men. The windows are shattered and the children are 
frightened. All around, as if they were watching a rock concert, are 
hundreds of Jewish witnesses, observing the events with great interest, 
even offering suggestions to the Jewish wayward youth as to the most
effective way to harm the family. And the police are not to be seen. Nor 
is the army.
Ten minutes prior, while the security forces were preoccupied with 
dispersing the rioters near the House of Contention, black smoke 
billowed from the wadi separating Kiryat Arba and Hebron. For some 
reason, none of the senior officers of the police or the army were 
particularly disturbed by what was transpiring at the foot of Kiryat 
Arba. Anyone standing hundreds of meters away could notice the dozens of 
rioters climbing atop the roof of the Abu Sa'afan family home, hurling 
stones. Only moments later did it become apparent that there were people 
inside the home.
I quickly descend to the wadi and accost three soldiers. "What do you 
want from me? The three of us are responsible for the entire sector 
here," one said, his hand gesturing towards the entire wadi.
"Use your radio to request help," I said. He replies that he is not 
equipped with a radio.
A group of journalists approach the house. A dilemma. What to do? There 
are no security forces in the vicinity and now the Jewish troublemakers 
decided to put the journalists in their crosshairs. We call for the 
security guards from Kiryat Arba to intervene and put a halt to the 
lynch. But they surround the home to prevent the arrival of "Palestinian 
aid."
The home is destroyed and the fear is palpable on the faces of the 
children. One of the women, Jihad, is sprawled on the floor, 
half-unconscious. The son, who is gripping a large stick, prepares for 
the moment he will be forced to face the rioters. Tahana, one of the 
daughters, refuses to calm down. "Look at what they did to the house, look."
Tess, the photographer, bursts into tears as the events unfold around 
her. The tears do not stem from fear. It is shame, shame at the sight of 
these occurrences, the deeds of youths who call themselves Jews. Shame 
that we share the same religion. At 5:05 P.M., a little over an hour 
after the incident commenced, a unit belonging to the Yassam special 
police forces arrives to disperse the crowd of masked men. The family 
members refuse to calm down. Leaving the home, one can hear a settler 
yell at a police officer: "Nazis, shame on you." Indeed. Shame on you.
http://www.haaretz.com/hasen/spages/1043795.html

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 Ed č un problema certamente piů grosso di quello che appare.
Certo, certo... :)
*pat pat*
-Stefano