Last night I dreamed about a terrible crime. Gang-rape in Gaza is its name. But the criminality was not so much in the crime itself as in the calculated ineptitude and profound worthlessness of those who were silent witnesses of it.
In my dream, a young woman lies on her stomach on the ground screaming and sobbing.
A brutal man with ice-cold eyes is systematically beating and raping her from behind. She is covered in bruises and blood. I saw in my dream that she was also smothered in excrement as he regularly stopped his beatings to empty his bowels on his victim. The rapist is yelling into her face as he rapes her: “That will teach you, you filthy bitch! I'll make sure you never do zat again!” For her part, she is scratching at him (occasionally drawing blood) and flailing with her hands in the vain hope of beating off her relentless, crazed attacker.
Around the rape scene a peculiar crowd of men and women had gathered. They look distinctly as if they are made of putty or are cardboard cutouts such as one may see outside a shop doorway. Many of them are clearly very important people as they have assumed a contrived expression of gravitas, as apparently is fitting for such a challenging occasion.
Among the onlookers is a rather naïve-looking man – a diplomat judging from his rubbery face and Pinocchio-like nose. When I listened closely, I heard him say to another more experienced onlooker: “What did she do that she deserves such treatment?” The man replied: “She slapped his face and scratched his cheek. She drew blood. He has a right to defend himself”. Then he asked: “But why did she slap his face and scratch his cheek? What had he done to her in the first place that she should have lashed out at him in such a way?” I saw in my dream that no response was given, yet I knew that this was a matter which had to be answered. Another question came: “Why didn't he just slap her back one time or even try to kiss and make up?” Again, I saw in my dream that no response was given, yet I knew that this was yet another matter which had to be answered. It was as if such questions should never be asked by any experienced diplomat who wants to work his way up the smooth ladder of success.
[But then I saw in my dream that the rapist had many years before thrown the woman out of her house, squatted in it, killed her children and had from then on savagely abused her until she was filled with a desire for terrible revenge, which then gave further opportunity for the rapist to abuse her and kill more of her children, which then filled the woman with even greater desires for terrible revenge, which then gave further opportunity for the rapist to abuse her and kill more of her children, which then... etc. I also saw in my dream many other strange inconsistencies, such as how Kuwait was said to have had the right to defend itself from occupation by Iraq — and even helped by US forces from the other side of the world — but when that woman tries to defend herself with a comparatively lesser action against a squatting, child-murdering, cowardly, persecuting, pathologically victim-mentality rapist, she is described as a terrorist and then repeatedly gang-raped and more of her children are killed, until she is filled with a desire for terrible revenge, which then gives further opportunity for the rapist to abuse her and kill more of her children, which then fills the woman with even greater desires for terrible revenge, which then gives further opportunity for the rapist to abuse her and kill more of her children, which then... etc.].
The rape scene continued and in my dream I heard one onlooker say aloud in a pronouncedly pompous voice: “This violence should cease forthwith”. Others mimicked his words as if it was expected of them. They didn't say whose violence should cease forthwith; neither did they address their words to the rapist but they seemed to be saying it for an imaginary public audience who they hoped would admire them for taking such a ‘high moral stance’.
Next to him, an oriental gentleman with a malleable but deceptively (calculatedly) friendly face stood on an old soapbox (marked with the words “Hyde Park Corner Waffler”) reserved specially for him and said: “Ladies and gentlemen, I have called a meeting to discuss the situation between these two warring factions. I hope we will have something to report to you tomorrow afternoon. It is my ardent wish that the violence from both sides should cease forthwith”. All the onlookers nodded approvingly with a great deal of unnecessary gusto, as if something momentous had taken place. One of them said “Wonderful speech!”
When another onlooker asked the oriental gentleman with the malleable but deceptively (calculatedly) friendly face: “How optimistic are you, Mister Secretary General?” he replied:
“I am both optimistic and pessimistic, depending on how you want me to be”. Another onlooker (the rather naïve man with the Pinocchio-like nose) called out: “But haven't you issued many ignored resolutions to the rapist over many years calling on him to cease from his rapes?” [1] The man on the ready-made soapbox was about to reply when a growling, thickly-accented voice called out from the shadows: “Take him uhvey! Has he no respect for our conventions already?” A microsecond later, the questioner was tazered by men in full riot gear and immediately removed from the rape-scene.
Another onlooker – an uncle of the rapist (Sam by name, slippery by nature) – announced with his characteristically-smug drawl: “There will be no cessation of the rape of this woman until she gives an assurance that the face-slapping and blood-drawing face-scratching will stop and never be repeated again”. Upon hearing those words, the woman cried out “I will never stop. Never! Not until I receive justice for all that has been taken from me during the past sixty years” – upon which the rapist beat her face into even more of a pulp than it already was. What is more, I saw in my dream that he appeared to delight in doing so.
[Then I heard a voice in my dream saying to me: “Why do you call it ‘Gang-Rape in Gaza’ when there is only one rapist? Does it not take more than one to make a gang?” Then I heard my voice replying: “Because she is not only being raped by the man who is on top of her but by all the onlookers also. They are as guilty as the rapist and they should all be tried for crimes against humanity”.]
When I managed to penetrate the mist which surrounded them, I looked more closely at the perplexed onlookers. There I noticed an extraordinary thing: They all had their hands tied behind their backs and wore blindfolds on their eyes (although the man who had been tazered wore none). In my dream I came alongside one of them and asked him how this had happened and who had done it. He sounded incredulous and replied “Don't you know? We did it to ourselves”. I then spent a very long time trying to imagine how such a feat could be achieved. I perceived that they had been encouraged in this procedure by the rapist's uncle — a man of great powers of persuasion and much force to back up those powers. People can be persuaded to do anything when they are sufficiently afraid.
One thing was certain: All the onlookers were agreed that the spectacle before them should be “rectified forthwith”, although none of them specified by what means this should take place or who should do it.
Suddenly, to the great surprise of the onlookers, a man in 1930s attire appeared in their midst, put a gun to the rapist's temple and said: “Stop this right now. I'm arresting you in the name of the Law!”
A gargantuan gasp came from the crowd. “Who the hell is THAT?” said one. “This wasn't supposed to happen” said another. In that same moment, there was a spine-tingling frisson as a man with eyes as dark as the night appeared from the shadows in a wheelchair and approached the man with the gun. “It's Doctor Death!” cried one of the onlookers, the hair on the back of his neck visibly standing on end. “It's Doctor Strangelove!” said another, his heart racing with fear. The man with the gun spoke: “Well, well, well. It's Henry Kissinger morphed with Zbigniew Brzezinski. What interest do you have here, you old Trilateral Commission criminals?”
In that growling, thickly-accented voice which sounded like a Nazi SchutzStaffel Oberführer speaking English from the grave, Doctor StrangeDeath slowly said: “Vee haf efry interest, Mr Ness”.
Gasps of exclamation rippled through the onlookers. “Look who it is! It's Eliot Ness!” said one. “He's come back from the dead to haunt us!” said another.[2] And they all seemed very afraid.
“Put down ze gun, Mr Ness. You haf no place here. Your time is finished. Our forerunners used you for a vile ven it suited zem some decades ago; but you are a low-grade dinosaur and vee haf no furzer use for you now”.
Doctor StrangeDeath paused as he looked with utter contempt at the policeman's shiningly righteous face. How he hated these crusaders. “Zere is allvays a confused soul zat sinks zat vun man can make a difference”, he thought. “Zat's ze hassle viz democracy”. Inside his head, he lowered his voice a full octave and slowly growled: “Zo you haf to kill him to convince him uzzervize”.[3]
Doctor StrangeDeath peered intently at the man with the gun. “You just don't geddit, do you Mister Ness. You never haf goddit. It is time for you to receive a lidl object lesson in history. It is vee who decide sings here. It is vee who decide everysing. It is vee who invented ze character of zis vooman in ze first place (for ve vonted to divide and rule zis vooman's house).[4] It is vee who decided zat ze vooman must be raped continually for zis is necessary to our mission. It is vee who designed her rape. It is vee who arrange for ze rape to ceasefire from time to time for a lidl vile in a lidl vay to make ze people believe zat peace is possible. But allvays the damage has first been done before the temporary respite of the rape happens. Remember zat it is vee who decide who vill look as if zey are responsible for making zose phoney peace agreements to happen. Our puppet, Barack Obama, is our next choice. Not only did vee arrange for him to be elected but vee haf already arranged for him to make annuzer of zose agreements in ze future”. He paused for a moment as if something had come into his mind which he did not want to utter publicly. [Then I saw in my dream that he was thinking to himself these words: “Not only duz zis improve our standing in zee vurld viz ze sheople but it vill foster ze illusion zat ve actually vont peace”]. Then he continued with a sardonic grin on his face. “But none of zeez agreements vill last. Zey must not last or our object of world domination will be defeated! You see, Mister Ness, sometimes vee haf to take a little detour but vee allvays achieve our objectives by one crooked pas or anuzer. Vee vill lead ze people by ze nose srew vun phoney peace agreement after anuzer until zey realise zat perpetual voor is ze only solution to zee ills of zis tvisted vurld. Soon vee vill take on zee hole vurld — Moscow and Beijing will be on our list in zee next administration. Vee decide zees sings, Mister Ness. Not you ”.
Behind the choking cries of the woman (who was now being strangled as well as raped), the voice of Eliot Ness could be heard saying “You're way out of line, Doctor. It is the Law which decides things here”. He pushed his hat up from his forehead with one finger in that inimitable Ness manner[5] and continued: “You gangsters and [gesturing to the onlookers] all your hoods over there think that you can do whatever you want. Well not any more. Over my dead body. I'm bringing this guy in. He's gonna pay for his crimes before a court of Law and you ain't gonna stop me”.
Doctor StrangeDeath looked at him with more contempt that can be expressed and slowly said these words: “You said it, Mr. Ness. Over your dead body”.
The man with the gun and the Law on his side retorted: “Make one false move and I'll blow your rancid brains out”. Then he turned to the rapist: “On the count of three, either you stop this illegal act or I'll restrain and arrest you”.
Before Ness had the chance to say “One”, the Doctor gave a signal and a flotilla of men in riot gear dropped down on ropes from the sky and blasted Ness with their guns until there were more holes than skin. “Drop what remains of him in a barrel of acid”, said Doctor StrangeDeath. “Make sure not vun particle of zis scum remains. Even ze memory of zis kind must be viped from ze face of ze urs”. They dragged his carcass away with hooks as Doctor StrangeDeath turned his wheelchair to face the crowd of grovelling onlookers. After surveying them with contempt, he triumphantly recited a rhyming couplet:
“Eliot Ness is no more
Neizer is zere rule of law”
All the onlookers began to chant the couplet in unison. They did so until it reached fever pitch. Then, as Doctor StrangeDeath receded a little into the shadows — his wheelchair squeaking eerily as it rolled — his uncle began to stuff wads of banknotes into the pockets of all the brown-tongued onlookers. “You are all most favoured nations”, he said in his characteristically-smug drawl. “You are being rewarded for your support for the victim [pointing to the rapist] of such a vile attack by this woman”. Then, in a dreadful whisper (which seemed more like a scream), he added: “But if you withdraw your support not only will there be no more reward but everything that you have ever received will be forcibly taken from you and your country destroyed from within and without by weapon and by subversion. In short, you will be bombed back to the Stone Age”.[6] Then he added with emphasis: “We can easily do this. Just look at Iraq. You have been warned!”.
The onlookers to the rape (which still continued, amidst screams and shouts and beatings) shuffled miserably away with their hands still tied behind their backs while Doctor StrangeDeath in the shadows and Uncle Sam by the gallows grinned at each other knowingly. “What a bunch of assholes. So easy to control”, said the uncle. “And by the way, nice work getting your puppet, Obama, into power”.[7] Doctor StrangeDeath replied: “Oh I couldn't haf done it vizout you. You're a good buddy. Make sure you keep supplying zat nephew of yours viz evrysing he needs to continue ze job”.
Then Uncle Sam turned to his nephew, the rapist, and said: “Izzy, don't kill the bitch completely. We need her alive enough to be able to be repeatedly raped. She mustn't die yet. She is a perpetual example of what will happen to those who dare to stand on their hind legs before us. An eye for a wink. A tooth for a nibble. Vengeance is ours and ours alone”.
Doctor Death and Uncle Sam laughed ghoulishly for a very long time while the woman continued to scream and the rapist yelled: “Shut up, you Pali-scum bitch. You're only getting what you deserve. I want to live in peace but I have a right to defend myself against you and your children and your children's children (or more, according as I please). For I have been chosen by G-d to strike the camp of the Philistines and I will have war with Amalek from generation to generation and I will utterly blot out the remembrance of Amalek from under heaven!”
- [1] http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_United_Nations_resolutions_concerning_Israel
- [2] http://www.trutv.com/library/crime/gangsters_outlaws/cops_others/ness/1.html &
http://www.amazon.co.uk/Untouchables-Season-1/dp/B000RGSXW4/ref=sr_1_3?ie=UTF8&s=dvd&qid=1232142293&sr=8-3 - [3] With thanks to Senator Charles Meachum (deceased) for these immortal words.
- [4] http://www.globalresearch.ca/articles/ZER403A.html & http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4Z6vMAoFwf4
- [5] http://www.imdb.com/media/rm2406455296/ch0003954
- [6] http://www.timesonline.co.uk/tol/news/world/middle_east/article647188.ece
- [7] http://www.realjewnews.com/?p=240 & http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MouUJNG8f2k & http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e-KJCMWcoms & http://www.youre-so-naive.com
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…profoundly written
one of the better analogies I’ve read with regard to what is happening in Palestine.
It takes a deeper sense to invision the reality.
Allan Morrison exemplifies this in his innate sense of humanity.
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