Why We Should be Glad When They Only Have Rocks
[Guest post by Aaron Worthing; if you have tips, please send them here. Or by Twitter @AaronWorthing.]
There is a certain glamour attached to the underdog, where we think that if a person fights when it is futile it is a sign of virtue in the fighter.
It can be, of course. For instance, in the annals of war, Col. Joshua Chamberlain is rightfully lionized for his leadership of the 20th Maine when defending Little Round Top in the Battle of Gettysburg. Col. Chamberlain was a thinking man, an idealist who saw the Civil War as a holy war against slavery and he had enough vision that day to recognize that if the Confederates took his position they might win the battle—and by extension, win the war itself. It is hard to say what precisely strikes the killing blow in a war of attrition, but it is more than reasonable to believe he won the war that day—or more precisely prevented the Union from losing. And his virtue fed his bravery. As his unit ran out of ammunition, he ordered a desperate bayonet charge and against all odds won the fight.
But what that kind of bravery, that willingness to fight even when it seems hopeless is most precisely understood to be the product of fervor. And good ideas are not the only source of such fervor. A person can be fervent in a vile and evil cause.
That was the logical mistake too many liberals make when they try to justify Palestinian terrorism. They see fervor—you might even call it fanaticism—and they think this is a sign of virtue. So over ten years ago, even as they were still pulling bodies from Ground Zero, I first heard a liberal tritely justify Palestinian suicide bombing as follows. “It’s a poor man’s cruise missile. All they have is rocks against tanks and airplanes, what do you expect them to do?”
Of course the first thing wrong with that is that even when it was tanks and airplanes v. tanks and airplanes, in Israel’s War for Independence and in the Six Day War, the Arabs still went out of their way to murder civilians. I mean perhaps it is not wise to say this and give out tactical advice, but have you ever wondered why the Israelis could be outnumbered so massively and still win? Maybe it was because while the Israelis were focused on attacking their enemies’ ability to make war, their enemies were concentrating on dropping bombs on their bus terminals and other essentially civilian targets. It certainly doesn’t help.
But we also see, via the Blaze, this trio of horrifying stories of what the Palestinians do when all they have are stones. First there is Asher and Yonathan Palmer (Yonathan is the baby):
They both died when Palestinians stoned their car, hitting the father in the face: