Western liberals, the parade of the coffins gave you a second chance you do not deserve.

My latest op-ed in Arutz Sheva - Israel National News, edited with added post script.

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For decades you worried about the Palestinian Arabs, spoke up for the Palestinian Arabs, marched for the Palestinian Arabs, you donated to the Palestinian Arabs, you even picked olives for the Palestinian Arabs. My goodness, you wore their t-shirts, waved their flags, even donned their keffiyahs, until one day, without letting you know so you could at least take an aspirin and lie down or something, they went on a butchering spree. Not just any old butchering spree, but the mother of all butchering sprees: they slashed, they burnt, they dismembered, er, people, you remember? They raped, they shot at point blank, they hacked living peoples’ heads off with shovels, they tossed babies into ovens while raping their mothers, yes, its all coming back now…

Your pure, innocent, oppressed Palestinians, worthy of your solidarity in the cold and wet, did all this and much more.

The horror, the horror

And the crisis it set off in you. How? There can be no question, they were doing it right before your eyes in frenzied insanity. “Mum! I just killed ten Jews with my hands!! Dad! Hold your head high! Your son killed Jews!” “May Allah protect you, my son.” You heard all that. You saw the glee, the fulfilment of a lust that has no equal. How? You? How?

For decades. You did feel those feelings; they were real. There was no escaping it. You’d almost say you loved the Palestinians. How could you have messed up so catastrophically? You studied these things, you read, went to meetings—for decades! How could you not see? Do you even know yourself?

Recognition. The revulsion. The disgust. The pain. A chance for deliverance, a chance

Then came the Israeli bombing of that hospital, and you were stunned, silent, confused. Thereafter the IDF started committing genocide, killing women and children, starving babies, the genocide, the genocide, the genocide, the genocide, the genocide, genocide, genocide, genocide genocide genocide genocide genocide genocidegenocidegenocidegenocidegenocide scrambling your brain like eggs in a pan over a hot fire — you no longer knew up from down, back from front, left from right. All you knew with absolute certainty was that behind it all loomed the accursed warmonger, Netanyahu. In a world gone mad, this was the one thing you could be sure of. Your head got messed with again. You’ve been played, duped, conned, done over again, and by those same Palestinian Arabs, again.

On October 7 you discovered to your shattering horror that far from your self-assured superior judgement and your self-assured superior morality, you had no sense of judgement at all and you were morally bankrupt. You had tricked your own mind. And then, after a few weeks of pretty clearly-defined anguish, that anguish itself got thrown into turmoil. Genocide, starving the Gazans, shooting women and children, horrible.

So horrible that no evidence is needed. How could you possibly conceive of demanding evidence? To demand evidence of genocide is to be complicit in genocide. To even think about evidence is pure evil. You were guilty, but what of? You were responsible, but what for? You were deeply disturbed, but what about? Yes. You had reached a plateau. A place of great numbness. Everyone was guilty; no one was guilty. You no longer needed to think about—it.

On 20 February 2025, before the world’s cameras, the well-fed multitudes jostled and shoved under rock-concert speakers, music reverberating through their victorious ruins. Just because you’re dead does not mean you cannot be paraded on a stage. The well-fed crowd jeered and whistled, a forest of phone cameras. Everyone wanted their private slice of the moment. They wanted to be able to say, “I was there, in person. I saw with my own eyes when they carried those Jews’ coffins, not on their shoulders, level with their heads, like Muslims, but down, down, lower than their backsides, close to their feet. Subhanallah!” They captured it all, the great humiliation of the Jews.

The crowd went crazy. The children ran after the cortège in wild excitement, like it was a convoy of ice cream vans — and words like barbarism, barbarians, savages, and the like, seemingly forgotten shortly after October 7, were again heard from the lips of Western liberals.

Four dead Jews and nine million living ones, through the gross humiliation they suffered today, have given you a second chance. It is a second chance you do not deserve, because you failed yourself within weeks of your shake-up on October 7. Will you now, with your undeserved second chance, finally stop messing with your own soul and recognise the Palestinian Arabs for the monsters they are, and the Jews as the only hope of escape for the Middle East from the Hell in which it’s lain trapped for 1400 years? If so, you can start by showing some respect towards Israel. Maybe even sympathy. It would be a good start.

Post Script

By now you know of the sick games Hamas played with the corpses: they switched the labels on the coffins, locked them and sent along keys that did not fit, and instead of the body of Shiri Bibas, the mother, that they claimed was in one of the coffins, there was instead the body of an unknown Gazan woman. All highly amusing.

The forensic examination revealed that your righteous Palestinians killed 9 or 10 month old baby Kfir Bibas and his four-year-old brother Ariel Bibas with their bare hands, then dropped rocks on their bodies to make it look like they died under rubble.

When we hear, “with their bare hands,” we assume that they strangled them, forgetting that we are dealing with barbarians. It is just as possible that they twisted their heads and broke their necks, that they ripped their heads from their bodies, that they tore off their limbs… In accounts of jihad throughout history, Muslims have been known to do all these things and much worse.

The “hostage release” extravaganzas are all highly entertaining and a source of great pride to the poor Palestinians that you care about so much. They were there, your hard-done-by Palestinians, packed in in their thousands, with their children, enjoying a day of family entertainment.

I am sick of your sanctimonious morality and your cowardly reticence because, "You never know, there could be one innocent Palestinian." But perhaps I should let someone else, Gemma Tognini, writing in The Australian, speak now, before I say something too crass for the dignity of the occasion:

A grotesque, subhuman pantomime played out in northern Khan Younis. Crowds of Gazans flocked to watch. They brought their children as if it were a local fair or market day. They brought children to cheer over the corpses of murdered Jewish babies.

What kind of culture is this, what kind of evil?

When you think these black-hearted terrorists have plumbed the depths of human depravity, they prove you wrong. They go deeper. Another level of evil. Another level of cruelty. ...Part of me had struggled to understand why we’re shocked by an outcome that seemed inevitable, if unthinkable.

Even in the face of all we know – the rape, mutilation, executions and slaughter – in the face of all that Hamas and its civilian foot soldiers in Gaza have done, broadcast, boasted about and gloried in, part of our humanity thought, surely, not. Surely killing a young mother and her babies is a line even they won’t cross."

The never-ending problem of assuming that everyone in the world is like us. That we all want the best for our children, however, holds true here, too. To them, this is the best for their children.

Israeli forensic examination found the children were killed by bare hands and the bodies were then pummelled with rocks. Hamas wanted to inform the world that they died in a bombing by Israel.

I find myself in unfamiliar territory as I write. There is something about not just the facts at play but about the reporting of these children’s murders that has cauterised my heart.

Phrases like “killed in captivity”; “died as hostages”. It doesn’t feel right. It doesn’t feel fair. These vanilla words feel like dishonour. I can understand maybe there’s a desire to be respectful, but this isn’t the time to tread softly."

Exactly right. The coward hides behind the pseudo-morality of if we act harshly, we become like them. Really? To honestly describe the slaughter of two children and their mother as brutal, cold-blooded murder is to become like brutal, cold-blooded murderers? I would love to hear what the chronically-depressed Muhammad Jalal of The Thinking Muslim and his resident sage Sami Hamdi think about it all.

Shiri, Kfir and Ariel Bibas were murdered. Yes, Hamas pulled the trigger, but the world loaded that gun. The UN hand-delivered the bullets. Governments of Western democracies the world over, including our own [Australia], provided the cover needed for the crime. They are all guilty of the ultimate, unforgivable sin of omission.

Here I go further. Also guilty is everyone who moderates their words and who gives Palestinian Arabs the benefit of the doubt. They do not only commit the sin of omission, they facilitate, they enable.

The Bibas family was killed in captivity. Words like this offer anaesthetic under the guise of politeness. I say, no.

To everyone who stayed silent. To every person who threw about words like evil and genocide. To every person who justified October 7 and continues to. To our own government, which told Israel to lay off and which has spent more time cheering Palestinian statehood than it did demanding the freedom of a young mother and her babies. Consider these words, unshielded by soft language.

Did those babies die in their mother’s arms? Were they alone. Did Kfir get taken from Shiri? What about Ariel? Was their mother able to comfort them in death? How long did they suffer at the hands of those demons? Were these little children killed together or one at a time?

I have my own questions unshielded by soft language. How about: did they rape Kfir and Ariel, and if so, before or after their deaths? Did they rape them in front of Shiri? Did they rape the boys before raping their mother, while raping their mother or after raping their mother? Did they gang-rape any of them? Did they mutilate Shiri before raping her, while raping her or after raping her? Did they rape her when she was already dead? How did they rape her? Did they record their acts? Are there videos now circulating around the Muslim world, making them all proud?

Is what I ask worse than what they did? Have I now become "like them"?

These words are not designed for sensation. I write them so as not to allow their murders to be sanitised or reduced to a headline.

I offer no such apology. These were not just murders; they were debasements, degradations, humiliations. This is how Muslims understand victory. Nothing I write here can remotely approach the deeds that my words describe. I hope you find what you read shocking, revolting, sickening. Good. Now multiply that feeling by a thousand. You’re not even close. Islam kills humanity and these people’s humanity is dead for anyone who is not them.

And that includes you, dear Western liberal who is so concerned for the Palestinians. They would just as easily do all these things and much worse. To you. No matter how solid your solidarity. The fourth body handed over was that of 83-year-old Oded Lifshitz, who had been a Leftwing op-ed writer for Haaretz and had spent years of his life ferrying desperately ill Gazans to hospitals in Israel.

The date on Shiri's coffin label is annotated "Date of Arrest", and because I fear Israelis could go insane before they finally get it, I leave readers with these last excerpts from Gemma Tognini’s op-ed:

Let me remind you that in November last year Hamas released a video of hostage Daniella Gilboa covered in dust and rubble and announced to the world that she had been killed in an Israeli airstrike.

The caption read “one of the enemy’s female prisoners was killed in an area that is under Zionist aggression in the northern Gaza Strip”. Theirs are the scribblings of insanity.

They didn’t name her but Daniella’s distinct tattoos were visible through the dust. She is of course alive, released a few weeks ago, and she has testified to the day that video was filmed. She thought she was about to be killed and begged for her life. Instead, she was used as a tool of psychological warfare.

And with perfect timing, the Coalition for Jewish Values demonstrated just how little they know about that psychological warfare:

Since then [October 7], those Gazan Arabs have disseminated more than a year of fake news and misinformation, blatantly lying to the world with vicious falsehoods claiming themselves to be victims of Western imperialism, wantonly invaded hospitals, starvation, and genocide.

They are still to notice that this is all that the Arabs have been doing since 1948, radically picking up the pace in 1973 and again in 1993. Still, at least they are not apologists for mass-murder. Yet, they are deceived. The Book of Jihad teaches:

If you remain with us, you are only one man. But go back to them and weaken them from within as much as you can, because war is deception.

Messing with your head; your values are irrelevant.

Are you going to publicly declare that you were wrong about the genocide, wrong about the starvation, wrong about the killing of children, wrong about the bombing of that hospital, wrong about Hamas, and wrong about your dear, beloved Palestinians?

No, I didn't think so.

Picture credits:

https://x.com/visegrad24/status/1830768335476133949/photo/1

https://www.threads.net/@unitedjewishcoalition/post/DGSXb3exGRa