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| Desert gazelle (tzvi in Hebrew, hersh in Yiddish), via. |
The killing of Hersh Goldberg-Polin, Eden Yerushalmi, Ori Danino, Alex Lobanov, Carmel Gat, and Almog Sarusi in a tunnel underneath Rafah last Thursday, or possibly Friday morning, a day or two before the Israeli Defense Forces found their bodies Saturday afternoon, according to the autopsy reports from Israel's ministry of health, isn't the only terrible thing—it's all terrible—but maybe made especially poignant for many of us by the presence of the Israeli-American, the youngest of these particular victims, Goldberg-Polin, 23, who we've come to know a bit, or at least his parents, Rachel and Jon, who addressed the DNC in Chicago last month with a plea for a Gaza ceasefire:
the one thing that can most immediately release pressure and bring calm to the entire region: a deal that brings this diverse group of 109 hostages home and ends the suffering of the innocent civilians in Gaza. The time is now.
Hersh was my father's Yiddish name, and by extension that of my son, who was born just a month after my dad died, and named after him, in accordance with Jewish custom, so that I find myself involuntarily projecting the special qualities of my young Hersh, generous, attentive, deeply mentshlekh, on their young Hersh. It's too sad. May all their memories be a blessing.
We don't always mention the other thing, which is that so many of the victims of the October 7 massacre belong to the Israeli left, a political movement that has been mostly defunct for three or four decades, with a commitment to equity between Jews and Palestinians that the Israeli government was not often willing to match and the Palestinian resistance movements rarely took seriously (with some reason; even the nicest Jews weren't usually offering to give the stolen land back).


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