In May 2010, author Erlend Loe, speaking with a Hizbollah flag flapping in his face, told Israel to be “ashamed” of itself. The reason? Israel had enforced the blockade of Hamas-run Gaza and, after being ambushed by cudgel-wielding, Khyabar-chanting activists, shot nine of them dead. For Erlend Loe, this was more than he could bear.
So when the Palestine-comittee called and invited Loe to partake in yet another demonstration against Israel, Loe was not one to hesitate. “Be ashamed, Israel” the author boldly cried, his voice shaking with humanitarian concern and love for all mankind. “Be ashamed!” he called again, to the applause of the admiring crowds.
Oh, you are a lovely crowd, Mr.Loe, you and your friends. How noble of you, to muster in support of the would-be blockade-busting thugs. How courageous of you, to take part in yet another attack on the only democracy in the Middle East. What was Libya to you then? Did you ever think of Egypt? Of course you didn’t. Of course not. How could you, when you were busy obsessing with Israel?
Mr.Loe, be a man and better yourself.
Get your magaphone out. Call your friends and march against the atrocities in Itamar. Tell the PA to be ashamed of itself for glorifying attacks on Jews. Tell the MFA to be ashmed of itself for so unconditionally bankrolling the PA.Tell the Palestinakomite to be ashamed of itself for disseminating lies and falsehoods all these years. Tell NRK to be ashamed of itself for allowing Mads Gilbert to glorify Abu Jihad during prime time television. Tell Elad Fogel you are ashamed of yourself.
Or remain whom you are, if you got the stomach for it.