Evil is not something superhuman, it’s something less than human.
Yesterday I forwarded this letter to a good friend, who lives in Boston:
This is a message forwarded from the mother of the victim of a stabbing attack carried out by an Arab terrorist (ימח שמו וזכרו) in Pisgat Ze’ev.
Please help my son, he’s in life and death situation. His bar mitzvah is in a month and he’s literally on the brink of death. Please say at least one perek of tehilim for his recovery. His name is Naor Slav Ben Rut. The Gemara says anyone who prays for his friend, Hashem answers his prayers first.”
Answering back, my friend asked me how we are doing. I am not the most diligent letter writer but I had a few minutes. I did not expect to write what I did. This letter literally wrought itself. And after I sent it I decided that I should share it here on the blog. Somehow I think it is appropriate.
Well we are OK.
It is very hard here now. But we (adults) are getting good at pretending that all is well. I make my kids laugh when I tell them that they should not worry, since they are with me and I am armed.
And I am armed indeed. I carry pepper spray in one hand and a really long, really sharp knitting needle in the other.
And that is how i take my little girls to the bus. And walk my boys to school.
My 16 year old daughter carries her pepper spray to school. Since her school is right on the edge of Natzeret (and that is an extremely dangerous place right now) she is allowed to bring her pepper spray to school. I got for her a pink canister. Somehow pink makes it better…
Eli and Shrago (our oldest) also equipped with pepper spray. This rather scares me since I can see my husband debating with himself if it is halahikly permissible to spray someone, but I can not see him actually spraying. 18 year old with a pepper spray is terrifying for the opposite reason. For example yesterday he found out that it is not a good idea to go to sleep with pepper spray in the front pocket of his pants. One might roll over and… Well just think mucous membranes… I managed not to laugh. And a prompt shower helped.
So far today there has been three terror attacks. One person was killed. Deliberately run over by a truck.
And we can not predict where terror will strike. Last week, in two separate incidence three terrorists armed with machetes were caught in our super quiet town. At the nearby Afula, which is a major transportation hub there were three major stabbing attacks. One was carried out by a 20 year old teacher, who was teaching in a kibutz that is about 10 minute walk from our house.
So we remain alert and very, very angry at this point.
Angry at the people who are so willing to kill. Angry at parents who do not raise a human being but nurture a sacrifice to their hate. Angry at them for celebrating their children’s deaths. Angry at our government for not being harsh enough with terrorists and their families.
And while all this happening we are going on with our lives. Or at least trying to, to the best of our abilities. We celebrate birthdays. Go to the dentist (even if travel now means much more elaborate arrangements), get the kids to school and so on.
As I was writing this I have realized that we are truly OK.
We are doing what needs to be done and doing it in the place we chose.
The place we love. The place we need. The place that needs us.
I hope you and yours are OK. And would love to hear the news about you and other friends from Boston.