You should ask women about revenge. Seven men won’t come up with the kind of revenge one mother will if she saw her child torn to pieces . . . I’ll tear them with bare hands — bare teeth if I have to — for crippling my child. We should catch one of these kamikazes and give him to the people. But they’re simple executors, whose heads have been stuffed with nonsense.
There are big guys and big money behind this. We don’t know who these people are. They’re just cowards. And they should be put in their place.
I’d like our government and world community to take revenge. I expected Americans to take revenge on terrorists for us. I thought Americans would understand and stop calling for restraint. I thought the hands of our government and the Army would be untied, and there would be a response. We live here and so do our children, and Islamic fanatics should be put in their place, and attacks should be prevented.
The Dolphi attack was followed by the pizzeria in Jerusalem and the World Trade Center.
If I could get their greatest Hamas leader, or Arafat, who supports the murders of children, I would burn him slowly for two months, so he would suffer both emotionally and physically. So he would know the torment of all the dead children and their parents and the pain of the wounded . . . Many dead children were the only ones in their families.
I can’t imagine how one can go on living after a loss like this.
When an Arab goes to blow up Israelis, his whole family should be gathered and blown up, too. Let the whole world scream it’s cruel. But the world doesn’t care what Arabs are doing to us. After the Dolphi attack, no one mentioned that nineteen of the victims were children, but when a few months later one of their kids got killed — one! — the Palestinians made so much noise around the world.
I don’t know how specifically to take revenge, but I still feel anger toward each and every Arab — every person who is ill-disposed towards Israelis and Jews.
If I could get all the Arabs together, I would toss them out into the desert and let them live there. Or get them together and blow them up.
I couldn’t forgive him. But if I got hold of him, I couldn’t kill him either. There is a power that will punish him.
My husband taught me, Evil begets evil. Good begets good.
He told me that his friends and he were standing at the side of the road, and an Arab drove by. “I would have killed him,” he said.
He said if they want to destroy us, he’ll to Gaza or wherever and kill them, too.
I simply hate them because of what happened. I never felt such hate for anyone in my life. I’m ready . . . I’m sure I could . . .
We have Arabs in our school. And recently I almost lost it. I knew I would have been the one to blame, so I chose not to ruin my life. But I did want to do something to this boy! First, because he’s an Arab. Second, we were sitting during recess, and he came up and mumbled something in Arabic. I told him to get lost. He kept mumbling in Arabic. I told him again to get lost. One thing led to another . . . Another girl came to tell him to get the hell out. So he ran away.
He said to me, “Why are you so mad at me?” I said, “Because I hate Arabs.” He said, “I hate Russians!” “That’s right,” I said; “sooner or later they’ll cut your throats.”
When my sister and I were being interviewed by Japanese TV, we said we should build them a disco and blow it up. And if someone asked me whether the young or the old should be killed, I’d say — all of them!
Katya came up with a plan: first we’ll send infantry, then the tanks, then we’ll pour cement all over Palestine, then pour sand and make a good beach.
I agree completely.
I’m a realist. I realize that personally I can’t do anything to them. I would like someone to take revenge — but I don’t know on whom. The one who did it — it doesn’t matter to him anymore. If I could, I would pick up a gun and shoot bin Laden. But I can’t do it. To kill some mother’s child? If I knew this would get my daughter back, maybe I would get resolve. But since it’s impossible — no.
I used to tell everybody and still do — I have no hate. Not because I’m so good or all-forgiving like Leo Tolstoy.
I just don’t have room for feelings. I have nothing but pain.
Revenge is the politicians’ business. When I hear that finally they’re killing the ones who was involved in planning the attacks, including the Delphi, I feel satisfaction. I hope that by the time this book comes out, more will be killed.
All the planners of this horrible attack should die, and all the planners of all the terror acts, both before and after.
The Palestinians don’t deserve pity. Even women. When I saw two of our guys being lynched on TV, Palestinian women stood there, and they looked so happy! It is inconceivable. As for Arafat — I’d go and blow myself up with him. We can’t live with them.
I’m for complete separation. It’s better to lose land than live next to them.
I think the ones who train and send suicides are the chief culprits. They should be found and killed with their families, because Arabs have big families. Those who send a seventeen-year-old to blow something up should themselves be blown up. I don’t think a seventeen-year-old understands anything.
He just knows how to push the button.
I didn’t used to have any feelings about them. Now it depends on the mood: sometimes I’m indifferent, sometimes I hate them. I don’t know what to do with those who send out terrorists.
We the wounded got together on the first of the month and decided to put them all in a disco and blow them up.
If I could kill those who send out terrorists, I would. I know I couldn’t do it, but I would like to. They wouldn’t let me go to Palestine and blow myself up with them, and I wouldn’t do it anyway, because it’s a sin. But we must cut them off economically. We shouldn’t destroy them to death, but little by little. They need to know they can be killed, too. We should keep beating on them without killing them off.
They need to understand they’re causing pain and they need to be held responsible.
I used to think that not I, but the country will avenge our children. Some kind of reaction. But it didn’t happen — just talking and condolences.
As for revenge — that won’t bring our children back.
Revenge is not within my power. I would destroy all Palestinians in one fell swoop if I could. They’re taking away what we hold dearest — lives of our children. What can I do — kill an Arab? Or strangle an Arab woman I run into on the street?
Revenge is for politicians. I can’t pick up a gun and go out killing.
I’m not a vengeful person. I used to be able to react to evil with good. Now I don’t do either good or bad. After what happened to my daughter . . .
I helped people all my life, did the best I could, and I never did bad things to people. I never will. But I won’t do good things either.
I’m not vengeful by nature. I always said one should not respond to evil with evil. I’ve always been against cruelty. Even now, after what I have gone through with my child, I can’t become embittered.
But I can’t forgive either. I want each of their mothers put herself in our place. I want them to understand what grief it is to lose a child in such a horrible death.
I used to be unable to fall asleep: the moment I would close my eyes, I would be besieged by vengeful thoughts. I made up entire missions, and that scared me terribly. I saw myself taking a bomb to Palestine, and the moment I step out of the car, they all run at me because they can see I’m Jewish, and that’s when I blow myself up. I could see myself being blown to pieces. These thoughts really scared me, and I tried to get rid of them.
Other times, I want to keep on beating on them, so that later they would get treated and go through the same pain and suffering that we did. Other times, I think that it is not up to me to judge, that there is God, and He will punish them.