
On October 1 2000, 12 year old Mohammad Doura was killed in crossfire between Israelis and Palestinians. His picture of being shielded by his father and then both falling dead would remain etched in the minds of people for a long time. Not because he was a Muslim or he was not a Jew, but because it defined the point of no return for the intifada which Yaser Arafat started after returning from Camp David.
This picture started the recent middle east crisis after considerable tranquility of the 90s in the region. And if you think about the whole incident, it's nothing more than a picture of a frightened kid caught in the crossfire. Hundreds of kids get killed caught in crossfires in war zones across the world.But what this picture definitely did was leave an indelible impression on the mind of Palestinian public and Arab world in general.There have been stamps released capturing this picture and the baggage just kept getting heavier before it exploded in the incidents of the last 13 days.
I wonder what would it take to make these parties sit down and leave behind the past. Israelis have the problem of being always in the self sympathesizing mode where they think that all their actions are legitimate for what has happened to them from historic times. Palestinians and other Arab states like to talk only about the world before the 1948 war and don't want to look at the modern day reality.
I read a Tom Friedman book called "From Beirut to Jerusalem". The book starts with a very interesting introduction and I would type it here as it is. This generation in the Middle East has just too much of this baggage to do anything about the problem. Read on..this story from Mark Twain which is the introduction to Friedman's book illustrates this baggage problem really well:
"Did you want to kill him, Buck?
"Well, I bet I did"
"What did he do to you?"
"Him? He never done anything to me."
"Well, then what did you want to kill him for?"
"Why, nothing-only it's on account of the feud."
"What's a feud?"
"Why, where were you raised? Don't you know what a feud is?"
"Never heard of it before--tell me about it."
"Well," says Buck," a feud is this way: A man has a quarrel with another man, and kills him;then that other man's brother kills him;then the other brothers, on both sides, goes for one another; then the cousins chip in--and by and by everybody's killed off, and there ain't no more feud. But it's kind of slow, and takes a long time."
"Has this one been going on for long, Buck?"
"Well,I should reckon! It started thirty years ago, or som'ers along there. There was trouble 'bout something and then lawsuit to settle it; and the suit went against one of the men, and so he got up and shot the men that won the suit--which he would naturally do, of course. Anybody would."
"What was the trouble about,Buck?--land?"
"I reckon maybe--I don't know."
"Well, who done the shooting? Was it Grangerford or a Shepherdson?"
"Laws, how do I know? It was so long ago."
"Don't anybody know?"
"Oh yes, pa knows, I reckon, and some of the other old people; but they don't know what the row was about in the first place."