An Israeli Spotter Speaks Out, Posthumously By Madeline Brooks

 

"I wrote a political poem about the war on Israel and the failure of craven minds to understand the threat of Islam. As you will see, I take the role of a dead female spotter on the Gaza fence, and I let her speak." M. Brooks

An Israeli Spotter Speaks Out, Posthumously
By Madeline Brooks
12/10/23

I did! I tried to warn them. For a year and a half, I tried. So did all of us girls at the Gaza fence watching the terrorists train to kill us.

I told my sergeant, a women like me. She reported up the ranks and was smacked down. Hysterical, stupid female, she was told. Next time you will be count martialed for bothering me.

Then Gaza smacked us full force. Most of the girls on the fence – my friends – were shot. Hamas needed them silent. But they took me and two of the soldiers I worked with captive for a moment. They made us watch each other being raped, then they tied us together, poured gasoline on us, and we burned up together with our command post.

I will not tell you about the pain I felt. It was unbearable, of course. But if I tell you more you will stop reading now and I must not lose you for the next part.

Now that I am free of my body, my mind can travel many places. I can go to the minds of those who resolutely denied danger coming to see why they did it.

First of all, the generals are still alive, unraped. The generals believed the complexity and internal harmony of their thinking was a sufficient map of reality.

The map replaced the road. Mentally adjacent to them were the woke peaceniks, “Sha! Don’t disturb the dream! If we want peace badly enough surely the terrorists will too. Except we must stop offending them by calling them terrorists.” These are the moral aristocrats, superior to people like me.

Less pretentious are the policy makers on both sides of the Atlantic. They spend all their time arguing over giving and taking this and that parcel of land, as if it will bring peace.

I searched on and discovered brilliant minds usually ignored. These are the Muslim defectors who are spilling the beans about what makes Islam tick. Ayaan Irsi Ali, genitally mutilated in Somalia. Mosab Hassan Yousef, son of a Hamas founder, now hunted by his family. Nonie Darwish, daughter of an Egyptian general and founder of Arabs for Israel, Ibn Warraq, “Why I Am Not a Muslim,” a preeminent Pakistani scholar, and the very accomplished Maronite Middle East expert and journalist, Robert Spencer. There are so many other brave souls, risking their very lives to speak the truth about Islam. They expose the Koran as a war manual and detail its 1600 years of bloody, world wide Muslim expansion. Sadly, the dissidents are pushed aside as “extremists” by supposed intellectuals who are unwilling to even notice their experience and knowledge. Why are these brave souls ignored when they are patiently willing to risk their lives, martyrs not for the cause of jihad but to promote truth and peace? They whisper that what they have to say is so scary that cowardice makes many back off.

I am like them. I was not listened to either, and now I’m dead. As of this writing, these Muslim defectors have not been assassinated – yet. They continue to risk their lives to save yours.

Won’t you please check them out, while there is time?