Little Orphan Yasser
By Sarah Honig

(November 23) In Jewish folklore, the epitome of chutzpah is 
embodied by the man who murders his parents and then begs for 
the mercy due a poor orphan, alone in an antagonistic world. 

Yasser Arafat, who violently dispatched Oslo to the dustbin 
of history, now postures as the innocent victim pleading for 
protection. Cynically, yet successfully, he managed to bring 
the old Yiddish parable to life. If he showed us anything, 
it's that colossal chutzpah pays off colossally. 

In Arafat's revised tale, the orphan is showered with sympathy 
and succor - not only from less than fair-minded foreigners. 
One need only hear our own Shulamit Aloni equate the IDF's 
half-hearted response to Arafat's offensive with Guernica and 
Lidice. Her provocative volubility isn't the issue, so much as 
the fact that she and like-minded Israelis persist in painting 
Arafat as the pitiable underdog. This pose is the central pivot 
in the Arab world's psychological blitzkrieg against the Jewish 
state. 

When Little Orphan Yasser is granted space and airtime by our 
media, he's aided and abetted. Those who repeatedly screened 
his teary prerecorded lamentation for Leah Rabin were playing 
into his hands. The homage to Leah was supposed to earn Arafat 
an invitation to her shiva. What a melodramatic coup it would've 
been if the golden-hearted orphan had crossed into hostile 
territory on an altruistic humanitarian mission. Oh how that 
would have tugged the heartstrings and highlighted his halo! 

Arafat reportedly violated one term of the agreement when he 
didn't broadcast his condolence video to his own crowd. 
Nonetheless, one can see his point of view. His production 
exclusively targeted Israeli audiences, though because of 
simultaneous Arafat activities not all Israelis could enjoy it. 
Residents of Gilo, for instance, had to miss his consummate 
performance because, just as Arafat went on air, they were 
busy dodging bullets fired at them by the peacemaker's henchmen. 

But, such minor hitches notwithstanding, the virtuous orphan 
scored a big hit. Well deserved too, considering his meticulous 
attention to detail. He took care to appear under a giant 
picture of the Dome of the Rock, as if to underscore his undying 
claim to Jerusalem. He made it a point not to opt for a more 
neutral background nor to attire himself in civilian threads. 

There was more. Arafat didn't just place a symbolic flower on 
Leah's grave. He solemnly stressed that his was a flower from 
"Falastin's soil." It hadn't escaped his attention that his 
reference might be a tad offensive to those who identify the 
location of the flowerbed as the Land of Israel, renamed 
Palestina by the ancient Romans in a deliberate attempt to 
humiliate and anger the defeated Judeans. (At the same time 
they dubbed Jerusalem Aelia Capitolina - another moniker Arafat 
might wish to exploit). 

It's difficult to escape the impression that, while ostensibly 
sharing our grief, Arafat too was out to humiliate and anger. 

But no matter how Arafat humiliates some Israelis, they will not 
get angry. They'll let nothing get in the way of their dream of 
doing business some day with the unfortunate orphan. There's 
almost nothing they'll not forgive him. When buses exploded on 
Israel's streets, Yitzhak Rabin didn't accuse Arafat, but vented 
his exasperation on his own domestic critics, calling them 
"Hamas collaborators." His widow received Arafat graciously in 
her home, grateful for the magnanimity of his shiva visit and 
his effusive flattery. She warmly embraced the blameless, 
agreeable peace partner, while staunchly refusing to shake 
Binyamin Netanyahu's hand. 

In her last days, as Arafat's latest intifada raged, she 
summoned her remaining strength to take Ehud Barak severely 
to task for not being kinder and gentler on the well-meaning 
orphan. 

She wasn't unique, though. Israeli reporters last week went on 
a Tanzim-sponsored press tour. Arafat's journalists would have 
never likewise played Israel's game. 

But even amplifying the message of our would-be destroyers 
isn't the worst of it. Some Israelis seem bent on bolstering 
enemy morale and resolve. Only days before the deliberate 
attack on Kfar Darom's schoolchildren, Peace Now ran virulent 
anti-settlement ads in four Israeli papers - one in Hebrew, 
two in English and another in Arabic. But it also saw fit to 
feature the same ad in a Ramallah paper, one which likely 
caters to the very mob that butchered the two lost Israeli 
reservists. 

Peace Now's latest line is that the reenergized campaign 
to blacken the settlers is for their own good, including 
preaching to the already-converted Ramallah rabble. Out of 
fraternal concern for the settlers' safety, Peace Now wants 
them evacuated forthwith. Judenrein territory per force 
precludes flash points. 

The same logic might indeed apply to the entire state of 
Israel. Perhaps we're all in the wrong place. 

Being where they shouldn't, according to Peace Now logic, 
cost Kfar Darom's three young Cohen siblings their legs and 
killed two of their teachers - Miriam Amitai and Gavriel 
Biton. A few days earlier, mother of five Sarah Leisha was 
shot gangland style for the same crime. 

That's probably why the prime minister didn't deliver a 
stirring eulogy at Sarah's funeral, as he had at Leah's. 
Maybe that's why foreign dignitaries didn't pay her their 
last respects and even Hillary Clinton didn't consider 
Sarah sufficiently worthwhile for another publicity stunt. 
Unlike Leah, Sarah wasn't one of the "beautiful people." 
She wasn't a trendy celebrity - just an ordinary teacher 
mourned by her shaken pupils. 

Their absence from school, however, did excite Labor MK 
Ophir Pines to impassioned protests. He thought it 
unconscionable for youngsters to miss class merely because 
their teacher had been gunned down. 

No wonder Arafat didn't mention her in his compassionate tape. 
He had every reason to laud Leah but put Sarah out of all our 
minds. Leah couldn't have been more forthcoming toward the 
forlorn orphan. Sarah's slaying by his assassins, however, 
exposes him as the fellow who shouts plaintively for help 
while inflicting savage blows on his horrified parents.