Life of an average joe

These essays cover a tour in Afghanistan for the first seventeen letters home. For an overview of that tour, and thoughts on Iraq, essays #1, #2 and #17 should suffice. Staring with the eighteenth letter, I begin to recount -- hopefully in five hundred words -- some daily aspects of life in Mexico with the Peace Corps.



Saturday, May 18, 2024

Letter 183: Morality / Mortality Assessment of Gaza 7½ months on

WRITTEN ELSEWHERE (Dr Heather Cox Richardson's letter)
ISRAËL. hamas, and IRAN: dirt on every side of the street.
Agonizing dilemmas and fragmenting opinion: 
¿WHOSE NUMBERS COUNT?


"Gutsy comment, Annie (i.e., another H.C.R. fan); many thanks. Those numbers total 24,686 people. ¿Is that the total death toll or that of civilians who are not Hamas fighters? Other articles state that ten-to-eleven thousand Gazans are missing or dead but with identities pending verification.

https://lnkd.in/eqduF2gx

"B.L.U.F. (bottom-line, up-front): though the civilian death toll is high in Gaza it is in the vicinity of some other recent urban conflicts. Israël is making an effort to contain direct casualties but creating conditions likely to expand the death toll greatly.


"Annie, I have also read that the number of hamas fighters is around forty thousand. Israël claims to have killed fourteen-to-fifteen thousand hamas fighters. The numbers are hard to nail down; I doubt anyone really knows. Best case is that slightly more than half of the hamas combatants (21,000) are not accounted for (i.e., not included in the number killed to date plus the four thousand said to be in Rafah).
"So, ¿where are they?
"And, ¿is Netanyahu proving to be hamas's most effective recruiter?

"Though the numbers are fuzzy and these guesstimates are, more likely than not, significantly off the mark, the civilian death toll relative to combatants in Gaza of 50-60% is higher than the nominal ratioes calculated for Viêt Nam (46%) and Afghanistan (30%) but similar to that in Iraq (66%). Like Gaza, Iraq entailed more urban combat than Viêt Nam or Afghanistan.
"The problem with these comparisons remains WHO is responsible for WHICH civilian deaths. The numbers cited above, I believe, count those killed directly by military personnel. They exclude the deaths attendant to a disruption or break-down of the civil society. That is the primary threat facing Gaza now as food and medical supplies as well as water and hospitals remain limited.

"In Viêt Nam, 600,000 civilians died from military fire with estimates of two million 'excess deaths'. In Iraq, some 100,000 civilians died by direct military violence while 'excess' deaths were roughly 450,000. In Afghanistan, some 50,000 died by direct military contact versus roughly 200,000 'excess deaths'. In theory, most or all of these 'excess deaths' would NOT have occurred BUT for war. AGAIN: these numbers are my guesstimates only, subject to my primary sympathy favouring Israël."

Monday, April 22, 2024

Letter-182 to friends and familares: e-mail from Baghdad 2004

INTRODUCTION: I composed this electronic mail to friends and relatives in the United States after I had been in Baghdad, Iraq in 2004 for four months. There are typoes I would like to correct and gussies-up I would like to make to render my prose as 'brilliant'. 😉 No, I will not do that with two exceptions for newer friends. The important one is a hi-lite of a few words which are, in my mind as elderly now, those of the voice of G-D. The other is removing surnames of people whom I knew at the time. At the moment in which I wrote this letter, I remember saying in exasperation, something like, "G-D, ¡there must be something I can do!" What I credited to my spontaneity was, in actuality, a higher direction from a higher wisdom. 🙏

Edward McDonnell III <nedmcd@yahoo.com> wrote:

Date: Sat, 6 Nov 2004 12:19:19 -0800 (PST)
From: Edward McDonnell III
Subject: Week 14; Sadness
To: AuntMarion ,
Baltimoriole , Clairey-bug , MrRaven , UncleTucker&AuntKatie,                                                                      CC: Barbie , Buddy&Dyane, ChrisCool , CousineNancy, Dave&Laura , David. Mark, Jimmy, Josita&Buddy, Julie, Kris, KitKat, Linda , Susie, Susan&Fred, MiaBellaHebbía, Mike, MissJune, Nancy&Ned, Nate, Nolan, Peter, Sarah, Sarah, Tom&SaraWendy, Tom

Dear aunts, uncles, sibs and cousins,

 

First of all, happy birthday to Aunt Nancy.  I hope lunch with Mrs B. and Mrs C. was a good time. 


There are moments when all pleasure can leave the time I am spending here.  While I am proud to be doing something to contribute to a cause that is just and right, there are points when weariness can set in.  Today was like that.  I am writing this note having missed dinner, but hunger is the farthest thing from my mind right now…or, at least for ten minutes.  After a two week hiatus because I failed to make the time to do it, I visited the hospital this evening.  I encounter a lot of hemming-&-hawing when I get ready to go to the hospital because I know that I am going to face, sooner or later, a sobering experience that will not leave you laughing when I re-tell it.  Today, 'sooner' trumped 'later', nastily.  While I feel funny talking about these things since, for the people involved, these matters are intensely private, I want to let you get a sense of what sacrifices people are making here. 

 

The visit started off with some delay, because I have been the one chosen to help process a nube through the endless chain of welcome-to-Baghdad paperwork perpetrated by our foreign service.  I ran into my new colleague and it was back to twenty cajillion questions…most of which were familiar since I had plagued some unfortunate with them when I got here.  At the hospital, there was a little Iraqi boy whose mother was more injured than he.  But his arms were wrapped up.  One of the nurses got a bowl and I filled it with Lays potato chips.  Apparently, “Nobody can eat just one” is a cross-cultural verity and I spent time with this eight year old boy feeding him chips and speaking on as if I were talking to a deaf-mute, only for him to answer in quite perfect English. 

 

Well, getting a good chuckle out of that, I went on down the hallway to a ward where five soldiers, all burned with varying degrees of severity, were hanging out.  They were grateful to be alive and by-and-large okay.  I am not going go ga-ga over what natural class this type of dignity displays.  Finally, overcoming the inhibition from asking a personal question, I asked them what happened.  They were near Ramadi in a convoy.  An Iraqi police car was on a median strip.  It waited for three escort HUMVs to pass by followed by a seven ton truck with a dozen or more people on it.  The police car then put on in its lights and siren and pulled out in front of the truck.  That car exploded – a car bomb disguised as a police car. 

 

The driver of the truck – a U.S. Marine assigned for that one trip to transport these army personnel – somehow kept the vehicle upright.  As the soldiers describe it, while the truck spun a circle-and-a-half (or, as a young private said, 540o), a fireball bounced up the front of the cab and landed right on them.  One sergeant, burned badly in the face, stood up and protected a few others.  Two others put out the flames beginning to crawl along the flak jackets of their buddies.  None of these guys took credit, chalking it up to instinct, falling over from the spinning of the truck, etc.  I don’t think so.  You all have likely heard about this incident by now.  It happened around lunch-time in Iraq, in the wee-hours E.S.T. today, November 6, 2004.

 

Some of these guys were calling back to the States to loved ones on my cell-phone, with me doing the dialing.  While one guy spoke, I ventured on down the hallway to intensive care for the first time.  First I went to the side with Iraqi patients.  These injuries were very, very grave and these people suffered terribly.  The nurse told me that this was the Iraqi side.  I did not know whether I should enter.  The lovely lady pointed out to me that these men suffered the same pain ours do.  Their wounds were truly ghastly and no more need be said.  I briefly prayed for each, with spotty concentration, and then darted over to the American side.  As I walked down the hallway, a nurse was coming out of a single room.  I stated that I had come by to visit the soldiers and had treats to give them, chuckling that they liked me for my cell-phone but can the candy, pallie. 

 

She answered that the young Marine in the room was dying.  I said I should then definitely visit.  What was sad was that this boy, twenty-three years old and young enough to be my son, was intact – no wounds visible, no burns.  He seemed peacefully asleep, except for the noise in the breathing tube as liquid started, I think, to seep into his lungs.  What does one do in a situation like this?  Get out of the way…don’t think, just act, quietly.  After I prayed for a minute or two, I figured I was the closest he had to a family member.  So, I just stood there, occasionally soothing his forehead, hoping to bring some peace to a wrongfully truncated life.

 

I next went into the ward where the same nurse took me to another dying young man, this one from the army.  He had the incomplete moustache of a late teen, and an incomplete head; the back part of his skull had been shattered.  His breathing was light.  I looked at his eyelashes and thought about his girl, his family, his dog, whatever.  They would never see him again.  The solace here would be that they would remember him whole and complete; not a face bathed in red gauze.  There was blood on the floor.  At least his loved ones would not have to see that. 

 

I prayed the same prayer as I did with the first gentleman, feeling equally as futile in the effort.  At that point, some mortar or rocket made a racket and freaked the staff.  One orderly announced that the rocket sounded like it landed very close, a hundred yards away.  I kept my mouth shut; truth be told: it was more like a quarter-to-half mile away judging from the vibrations and sounds. Instead, discretion led me to pull candies, cookies etc. out of the treat bag and say, “Who wants a granola bar or beef jerky?  Nothing like a good explosion to work up an appetite is there?” 

 

We all laughed and I headed back down the hall – minus everal goodies – by the room of the first young man.  I was ready to leave, but could not find the damn cell phone making its rounds.  So I went back into the room and said to the nurse if I should write a letter simply stating that I spent some time with the young man before he died; so that his family would know he was not entirely alone at the end of his life.  That is when I found out that this man, a Marine lance corporal, was the truck driver in that suicide bombing I described earlier in this note. 

 

I suggested to the nurse that I get the others so they could say good-bye.  She said they had visited some time earlier.  I went off to find that unpardonable phone when I ran into some of the young men with whom I had spoken earlier.  They were saying to each other, in dismay, the driver’s not going to make it.  I said to them, “Now’s the time to go in and say good bye to him if you want to.”  Of course they went in, very sad.  These are matters I can not know, and ought not be in the middle of; so I stayed outside, wondering what I could do to help.  Nothing feels more helpless, in a way, than being in a position to do something but not knowing what to do to help.

 

Fortunately, one of those moments of spontaneity blessed me again.  After getting the encouragement of the nurse, I went down the hall retrieved a pen and paper and approached the army guys.  Since all of their hands were completely bandaged – one had endured the incineration of his watch into his skin – I volunteered to write down what they wanted to say to the parents of the dying Marine.  Each claimed he did not know what to say since none had ever met him until today, when he assigned to transport them.  Well, these guys did a pretty damn good job.  The grammar within the words was at times not perfect; the grace behind their charity was.  What unfolded was the story of how this driver did not bail out of the truck and kept it upright just after the explosion. 

 

This man had had no time to think but just act, according to his character or lack of it.  The instinct of honour displayed by his reaction cost him his life and saved those of at least a dozen others.  As one young, very grateful sargent observed sadly, had that truck rolled over – as normally it would have – all those men in the back would not only have died but would have burned to death.  I interviewed each man one-on-one and each said that he was alive because of what this young Marine did.  Each man considered him a hero and noted his sacrifice independently of the others.  And each one was thankful for the chance to say so to a mourning family back in the United States of America. 

 

After that, I photocopied the two sheets of paper and gave the original to the attending physician.  She was on the periphery of a group of hospital staff gathered around the bed of this Marine to review the details of his impending death; she promised that it would go onto the young man’s family.  Then, I doubled back quickly to the army people, since they had given their names, to get their permission to turn this photocopy over to the senior Marine officer on duty at the Embassy so that Marine's fellows would know of his final triumph.  I got back to the Embassy and gave the papers to the officer and he had a reaction that – I guess – defines all soldiers to me:  businesslike in that, of course, this lance corporal acted heroically.  To be honest, I do not quite understand it; but, then again, I was never cut out to be a Marine.

 

Another group I really began to appreciate today is the hospital crew – the doctors, nurses and orderlies – and what they must live with every day.  It must be difficult to confront the waste of people’s youth and lives every day.  I was only too glad for them to get granola bars, rice krispie treats, fritos and the rest.  To keep one’s wits, and compassion, under these circumstances is quite and quietly heroic.  My contribution there was to humour these people with flip remarks about the rocket blast, etc. (and not to correct anyone for exaggerating the proximity of that explosion).

 

If this note seems bleak, please bear with me.  I do not feel up to reading any grand meanings into the experience I encountered two hours ago.  It is more fitting for the dignity of these people – these Americans – to stand on its own.  For me, I will just go onto bed; for some reason, I feel exhausted.

An excerpt of a subsequent electronic mail with notes of thanksgiving to friends and relatives, dated 22nov04:

"Laura (college pal; wife of my best friend at W&L)

"I treasure hearing from you, and am so amazed by your life changing experiences.  I am glad to hear that you are able to comfort them [soldiers in the hospital] in their trying moments.  What an amazing thing.  Perhaps you would accept a gift of my paying some of your cell phone bills, which are likely quite high.  Oh, think of something for me to do!  Were you able to get the name of the truck driver who died?  My thoughts and prayers are with you.  If you can get me the name of the truck driver, I will put his name and your name on the prayer rolls at the Mormon Temple in Washington.  Each day, many people pray for those on the list.  I figure every little bit helps!

"Dear Laura,

"Thanks for the e-mails.  My cell-phone is unlimited and paid for by the U.S. taxpayer – look at it as doing your part.  Bringing solace to wounded soldiers helps but the thing that blows me away about these guys is – no matter how grave the injury – solace is not what they want.  Maybe someone to tell their stories to or access to a phone home.  They deserve credit.  The only life-changing thing for me right now is that I am now about 15 pounds overweight instead of ten pounds overweight.  Seriously, I warmly welcome the request of that Marine’s name – the one who died that night in the hospital.  I did not say it before out of respect for his family.  I never got his first name, but he was Lance Corporal Langley.  I have some good news on that score: a Marine Colonel I am working with (a little) has informed me that there is a movement afoot to nominate him for a medal.  Having visited the house of my best friend from grade school many times (thirty+ years ago), I can tell you that the medal – while richly deserved – will be of little recompense for the son and brother Lance Corporal Langley’s family lost two weeks ago.  My grade school chum’s brother died heroically in Viet Nam in 1967 – one of the 58,000 on that wall in D.C.  While his medals were on proud display, his absence – and I had never met him – always put him in that living room with me.  You and your fellow Mormons’ prayers will reach to young Mr Langley’s family in a way that medals may not.  Thank you for that, Laura.  My love to you, David and my three (god-)sons…Ned McMurray…"



Sunday, October 15, 2023

Letter-180: post-10/7 in Israël and time for a re-think

NOTE: periodic updates follow the essay. These updates are short-term in nature; this essay takes a longer view toward a different end-state, if ever viable, now deferred by this current conflict.

B.L.U.F. (bottom-line, up-front): The world in general as well as Israël and Palestine in particular need to undertake a BIG RE-THINK that is long overdue.

THINKING POINTs . . .

  1. Like it or not, the world owes a Jewish right-of-return after eliminationist anti-Semitism culminated in the Holocaust.
  2. Like it or not, the descendants of Palestineans internally displaced three generations ago have a right-of-return.
  3. The two-state solution is a not-so-polite fiction.
  4. Hamas proved that eliminationist anti-Semitism still exists.
  5. The agents-of-change will not be politicians, soldiers, or diplomats on either side but grieving mothers on both.

SEVERAL DATA to keep in mind:

  • 2.1 million people in Gaza;
  • 3.2 million on the West Bank;
  • 9.1 million in Israël;
  • estimated 40,000 people in Hamas militia;
  • approximately 650,000 members in the Israeli Defence Forces; as well as,
  • Gaza territory of 360 square kilometers, or 140 square miles; (i.e., equivalent to the 73rd largest city in the United States or, at best, the 251st globally).

·    Please note: the scope of this essay is confined to Israël and Gaza; other stake-holders (e.g., Hizbullah, Lebanon. The United States, Syria, The European Union, Jordan et al.) lie beyond the scope of this brief essay.

Jewish right-of-return. For those of us who believe the Jews have earned a homeland through their suffering, this point is non-negotiable. The historical right of return arguably dates from the persecution, forced dispersion, and exile of the Jews by the Romans after the Jewish revolt of A.D. 70. Though The Peel Commission Report of 1937 implied the movement of Arabs to make way for Jews, in the sixty-six years preceding Israël’s independence, less than 700,000 Jews had migrated to Palestine, with a 50% influx in 1947 alone, since the emergence of Zionism in the 1880s. At the time of Israeli independence, Jews represented under a third of the population of Palestine. Jewish émigrés to Palestine constituted only some 6% of international Jewry.

One question that made Palestine attractive for liberated Jews, and to Allied Powers, was the massive problem, at the end of World War II, of many millions of displaced refugees in Europe, of which at least 250,000 were Jews with most refusing to return to Eastern Europe. The Holocaust was only the latest – and by far the worst – of brutal treatment of Jewish minorities throughout Europe, though far more so in Germany and Eastern Europe. The idea of a safe-haven became compelling to many who feared that anti-Semitic oppression might pause after 1945 but would not end in Europe and elsewhere.

Palestinean right-of-return. The nakba (i.e., the ‘catastrophe’) totalled up to a million Palestineans internally displaced in the late 1940s and 1950s to make way for the Jewish state. It is unclear what portion of these displaced natives of Palestine left their homes voluntarily, seeking to avoid the cross-fire of an imminent war. The narrative implies that these civilians intended to return home after the Arab nations had defeated Israel, an outcome which, thankfully, never came. What remains clear – whether leaving their homes voluntarily or under existential duress from Jewish fighters (per an alternate narrative) – is that all of these Palestineans were internally displaced.

Many or most of these people had no chance to return to their homes owing to the absentee property law of 1950 under which the Israeli government appropriated homes deemed abandoned. Again, it is not clear what percentage of these 'abandoned' homes had belonged to Palestineans, but that percentage is likely to be high. Evidently, the tragedy of such expropriation has continued to the present day, likely to enable the establishment of settlements within territories occupied by Israël, including population centers (as I saw in Hebron), occupied since 1967. These laws and the displacements in the late 1940s and early 1950s argue in favor of a right of return, likely to be managed through compensation.

The two-state solution. Partitions usually do not end well as illustrated by India, Viêt Nam, South Africa, Germany, the Roman Empire, Syria et al. Two exceptions may be Korea by force of arms and Ireland with still maturing results as discussed below. Palestine most certainly is not a poster-child for the wonders of partition. The two-state solution emerged during a time when partition seemed like an ideal solution for contentious ethno-sectarian divisions threatening to break out into violence within the same historical land-mass.

In the case of India, partition extricated the British from a difficult situation. Mahatma Gandhi, like many other Hindus and Muslims, opposed partition, implying (as I have read years ago but can not document it now) that Hindus and Muslims needed to stay put and to work something out. So, too, do the Muslims and Jews in Israël, as have the Catholics and Protestants in Northern Ireland. 


Source: "Times of Israël"; 08oct17; Women Wage Peace March of 20-30,000 Jewish and Palestinean participants

That is where the BIG RE-THINK needs to focus: on a federated government with an equal number of provinces with Islam as the territorial religion and with Judaism as the territorial faith. The territories can aid the minorities of Muslims or Jews in other territories for education, etc. How Christians would have their rights protected would come through a specific protection guaranteed by the separation of church and state at the national level. Is this a pipe-dream? Yes. Is it doable? Yes, if one looks at historical population patterns over time (i.e., late 1800s, 1920s, 1940s, and today) in Palestine and greater Israël. 

Additionally, especially from the Arab view, the proposed partition embodied in the two-state solution is hardly a true partition. There are deal breakers on each side. For the Jews, one need only look at a map of the 1949 borders, erased by the six-day triumph of Israël in 1967. Following this evil perpetrated by Hamas on 07oct23, one readily sees that Israël will never give up the occupied territories since the pre-1967 borders would be very difficult to defend. Likewise, the rump of desert territory allocated to the Palestinean state is economically unsustainable as demonstrated by the skewed access to water in favor of the Israeli settlements in the West Bank. Structural difficulties imposed by the Israeli government are creating food insecurity for Palestineans.

Eliminationist anti-Semitism within Hamas. In his insightful book, Hitler’s Willing Executioners, Dr Daniel Jonah Goldhagen devoted the first hundred pages or so to the rise of eliminationist anti-Semitism in Germany starting with the long-time prejudice of the late nineteenth century, coming to fruition in the Holocaust. Dr Goldhagen also documented how a populace can become complicit in the crimes of the state. Hamas may be providing a latter-day example of Dr Goldhagen’s thesis. 

(Please note that the book’s reception and ensuing debate in Germany indicates just how remarkable Germany’s transformation into a great-power democracy has been. In fact, I only came across the book upon the recommendation of German a banker, whom I was courting, in New York City.)

For those of us devoted to Israël, Hamas proved what many of us have suspected all along: were the power dynamics reversed with Palestineans and their Arab neighbors holding a predominance of military power, the Jewish safe-haven would have been wiped out two or three generations ago. Sadly, polls are indicating that Gazans may not support Hamas owing more to what the organization has failed to deliver to them than its barbarity.

The peace movement.  This section is largely speculative and draws on my field work in Iraq and Afghanistan, as confirmed by my teaching experience in Tunisia.

  1. If you want to want to change a policy, argue with the men.
  2. If you want to change a culture, work with the women.

One current example of this Lysistrata’s revenge is the quiet, underlying role of women in the peace process of Northern Ireland in the years preceding the 1998 ‘Good Friday Agreement’. One can bet that Protestant and Catholic mothers who buried sons after they had bled out in the same color catalyzed much of the movement in the 1990s. Women Wage Peace is a movement among Jewish and Arab mothers in Israël seeking to modify and mollify the long-term policies of the Israeli government and the consequent Islamic terrorism (as the warfare of the weak).

Of course, there was likely a near-universal rejection of the terrorism espoused by the Irish Republican Army (the I.R.A.) and the Unionists as portrayed in Kenneth Branagh’s sublime film about Belfast at the beginning of ‘the troubles’. As time went on and residents acclimated themselves to the street violence, however, more people either joined militias or quietly condoned the depredations perpetrated by them. The good news is that the Givat Haviva Foundation to promote amity among Arabs and Jews has operated across Israël and Palestine since the 1940s.

In short: peace has a base on which to build. 
Unfortunately, it is difficult to gauge whether the ‘Gazan Street’ has rejected violence, though a few voices are emerging in favor of peace through sites like 'Whispered in Gaza'; (thank you, Mr David Ignatius of The Washington Post.) Looking at Palestine as a fractured whole and Northern Ireland, such peace movements date back to 1993 in Israël and the late 1960s in Ireland. So, what took so long?

Two things, really; pure speculation here. Cultures and the prejudices they enable are slow to change, perhaps two generations as implied by the Exodus of Jews from Egypt. One can argue, as did a brilliant colleague of mine, that Moses marched the Hebrews through the desert for forty years – or two generations – to wean them off the culture of lentils and servitude then to supplant it with one of assertiveness and entreprise. 

The other factor is the hidden agendas of terror groups like the I.R.A., Hamas, or Hizbullah. These groups are freedom fighters, yes. But what happens when peace does come? They are obsolesced and the terrorists populating them lose their power over, and wealth from, the very people they are supposedly seeking to liberate.

UPDATES

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Update 09jan24: I watch the news reports and shudder at the television footage of Gazans openly celebrating the atrocities in the streets as kidnapped innocents are paraded by them. Those images deepen my conviction that an attack on the scale of that undertaken by Hamas not only had the support of its gangster régime, but also the permission (or acquiescence) of the surrounding populace. That so many people refused to leave in the time following the Israeli government's warning to move south begs the question of a possible willingness to intersperse the murderers among them. 

These are profoundly disturbing possibilities. That does not excuse so many deaths of people otherwise innocent who are closeted away in the Gaza strip. The Israeli Defence Force is conducting a conventional war in what is really a very contentious urban counter-insurgency. The delivery of five hundred pound bombs by the United States of America is also disturbing; yes, they are intended to collapse the tunnels used to pernicious effect by Hamas, but ¿doing so in a densely populated city-scape of which, at most, two per cent of the citizens are active terrorists? These words express grief, not judgement.

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UPDATE: 07mar24 (five months on): a response filed today with a former State Department colleague -- not a close working colleague -- who is leading the charge against the U.S. government's enabling of Israël's campaign against the Palestineans in Gaza.
Please note: I have expanded or added text previously cut out owing constraints imposed by the social medium for responses to a post; these changes are in green-font, with the exception of the paragraph break and see-no-evil emoji.
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B.L.U.F. (bottom-line, up-front): keep up the good work, good man.


Though I am devoted to Israël and Judaism, I have to heed the call of justice. Israël has crossed two invisible lines:
> from collateral damage to collateral carnage; and,
> from collateral carnage to war crimes.
At the very least, Netanyahu is guilty of war crimes and President Biden et al. are, regrettably, complicit. The International Court of Justice had given Israël and the Biden Admin. fair warning.

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First, I raised a question: ¿how many civilian deaths is too many? 
¿A legitimate question at the time? NO. Simply temporizing in the hope that Israël would abate her bloody retribution. 

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Then, ¿what if this blood-drunk orgy by Hamas had occurred in the U.S. (i.e., 50,000 innocents killed, etc.)? That, too, was calculated to evade an increasingly restive conscience. Were I to scale up Israël's response, there would be one million, two hundred thousand Palestineans dead. That number renders the evasion ridiculous. [Added 23mar24]
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After all, I had heard, just after 07oct23, a senior Israeli government spokesman say that Israël would cut off all water, electricity, food. In the back of my mind, I was alarmed. That that alarm did not turn into a deafening siren is on me, at least in retrospect.
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Lastly, ¿was the Gaza Street not permissive, even complicit, in the massacre? YES, it was, most assurèdly. That taint became irrelevant after, at most, the 1201st civilian death, or 20-25,000 deaths of innocents ago.