My wife and I were going to bed that night, when one last check on the news reported the Freedom Flotilla massacre. Suddenly, we were wide awake, in shock and horror. Transfixed. We talked, noting that Huffington had a long piece, then a few minutes later only a snippet from the AP. We despaired that this was going to get covered up by the media, blacked out, with only the Israeli military’s accounts of their victimization at the hands of terrorists: “Every [activist] that approached us wanted to kill us … I had to fight against quite a few terrorists who were armed with knives and batons,” says a wounded captain in Haaretz.
I finally went to bed, but my wife spent the rest of the night weeping.
Imagine our surprise next day when we started reading the coverage. The NY Times gave it top front-page billing, as did other press. In the shock of the moment — even with most quotes coming from the IDF — the coverage was damning of Israel. The most wrenching image — at least to me — was from the NY Times, Echoes of Raid on ‘Exodus’ Ship in 1947, with the story of the 1947 Exodus, desperate Jewish refugees trying to break the British blockade to get into Palestine. The connection was relentlessly driven home, the poor and desperate bridging the centuries in pain. What went wrong?