Sunday, October 31, 2004

Arafat, Arafat, wherefore art thou Arafat!

If this doesn’t make you vomit up your Fruit Loops, then, well, you must not be eating Fruit Loops (of which, what's your problem?).
The world watches the unfolding drama as the man who has become the symbol for Palestinian nationalism seems to hover between life and death. Though full of uncertainties, Mr Arafat's life has been one of sheer dedication and resilience.
Barbara Plett, BBC Correspondent, Arafat hagiographer.

To be honest, the coverage of Yasser Arafat's illness and departure from Palestine was a real grind. I churned out one report after the other, without any sense of drama.


Yet when the helicopter carrying the frail old man rose above his ruined compound, I started to cry... without warning.

“Oh sweet, oh loving Arafat, I will feel your tender touch again, inshallah! I pray that I may once again look upon your heavenly face!”
Despite his obvious failings - his use of corruption, his ambivalence towards violence, his autocratic way of ruling - no one could accuse him of cowardice.
Yeah he was a horrible person, but at least he had the courage to send children to blow themselves up. That, kufr, is what makes a man.


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