Feb. 29, 2024: A Fake Massacre in Gaza
PA: Unity with Hamas ’when the situation is right’; Tehran approves Hezbollah attack; Plagiarism and antisemitism at Columbia
The Big Story
Hamas’ Gaza leader, Yahya Sinwar, believes he is winning the war, according to a Thursday report in The Wall Street Journal. He may be bluffing, or he may have simply “lost touch with reality,” as Egyptian intelligence officials speculated to the WSJ. More worrying, he may be right.
Hamas, after all, does not need to win on the battlefield to claim a victory; it merely needs to survive as an organization. Sinwar’s “goal,” the WSJ reports, “is for Hamas to emerge from the rubble of Gaza after the war, declare a historic victory by outlasting Israel’s firepower, and claim the leadership of the Palestinian national cause.” To that end, Hamas has shifted its tactics since the previous truce in November, abandoning more coordinated assaults on the IDF and limiting itself to hit-and-run ambushes to preserve its forces.
Hamas’ hope is that the United States will force the Israelis to accept a cease-fire. Indeed, a U.S.-drafted, Israeli-approved truce proposal was submitted to Hamas earlier this week. But the terms of that truce—hundreds of Palestinian security prisoners released in exchange for the Israeli hostages, rather than the thousands initially demanded by Hamas, and no Israeli agreement to a permanent cease-fire—were apparently not to the terror group’s liking. The Times of Israel reported on Wednesday that Hamas negotiators had denounced the draft as a “Zionist document.”
Faced with a deal it didn’t like, Hamas decided to lobby for a better one using a tried-and-true tactic: manufacturing an atrocity. Early Thursday morning, “reports” began appearing from “Palestinian medics” of “dozens” of civilians killed in an “Israeli strike” in northern Gaza. There were no Israeli strikes in that area, however, and it soon became clear that whatever had happened was related to a crowd of Palestinians rushing a convoy of aid trucks in Gaza City, as shown in aerial reconnaissance footage released by the IDF:
The video clearly shows hundreds of Palestinians rushing the convoy and some of the trucks attempting to drive through the crowd. According to the IDF, some in the crowd began approaching Israeli troops nearby, who fired warning shots into the air and fired at the legs of some Palestinians who continued to advance. An IDF internal probe concluded that roughly 10 Palestinians were hit by Israeli fire, while “dozens” —the IDF did not give a specific number—were killed or injured in the stampede or when they were run over by the aid trucks. The IDF also said that some Palestinian “gunmen” had opened fire while attempting to loot the aid trucks—something that’s been captured on video several times before today.
As with the fake Israeli airstrike at Al-Ahli Arab Hospital, however, Hamas had a massacre narrative ready to go. Early Thursday morning, the Hamas-run Health Ministry began releasing lurid reports of a bloodbath at the hands of the IDF. At first it was 70 dead, then 104 dead and 760 wounded, then 112 dead—all allegedly civilians gunned down by the IDF while trying to obtain food for their families.
The American media, which apparently learned nothing from the Al-Ahli fiasco, duly ran with the Hamas narrative. Here was the homepage of The New York Times at about noon U.S. eastern time on Thursday—hours after the IDF released the results of its probe:
News of the “massacre” rapidly spread around the globe. Patrick Gaspard, a former Obama administration official and executive director of the Democratic National Committee, who now serves as president and CEO of the Center for American Progress, one of the most powerful think tanks in the Democratic Party, demanded that Biden consider halting the delivery of U.S. arms to Israel. “There is no justification for killing civilians desperately trying to get food,” Gaspard said. “This massacre demands widespread and specific condemnation, urgent investigation and accountability for all responsible.” Colombian President Gustavo Petro posted on X that the incident was a “genocide” and “reminiscent of the Holocaust.” Palestinian Authority President Mahmoud Abbas also called it a “massacre,” while Hamas threatened to withdraw from the hostage negotiations.
We suppose we have to give some credit to Hamas: They know their audience. Barak Ravid, who is well-sourced within the Biden foreign policy team, reported on X that the aid delivery “disaster” is “expected to dramatically increase American and international pressure on Israel to reach a ceasefire—with or without a hostage deal.” Right on cue, the White House on Thursday afternoon called the incident “tremendously alarming,” demanding that it be “thoroughly investigated” and that Israel allow for “expanded [deliveries of] humanitarian aid” into Gaza.
We expect a duly chastened Biden administration, fresh off its scare in the Michigan primary, to come up with a better offer for Hamas shortly.
IN THE BACK PAGES: Edward Serotta visits the Ukrainian hometown of Joseph Roth, the great Jewish chronicler of the lost world of the Habsburg Empire.
The Rest
→Let’s check in on the Palestinian Authority, the Biden administration’s designated vehicle for postwar governance in Gaza. On Wednesday, speaking ahead of a Moscow meeting between the various Palestinian factions, including Hamas, PA Foreign Minister Riyad al-Maliki said that it is not the time “now” for a “national coalition government,” since any government with Hamas would be boycotted by other countries and international agencies. However, Maliki urged Hamas to support the creation of a technocratic government for Gaza and suggested that “later, when the situation is right,” Fatah could contemplate once again working with the terror group. Then, on Thursday, two Israelis were murdered at a gas station in the West Bank settlement of Eli by a Palestinian gunman, who was shot and killed by an armed Israeli civilian. Shin Bet identified the assailant as a member of the PA security forces. The U.S. official whose role it is to oversee and advise the PA security forces is Lt. Gen. Michael Fenzel, the security coordinator to Israel and the Palestinian Authority. But, as Liel Leibovitz reported for Tablet in February, Fenzel’s true passion appears to be passing along reports from pro-Palestinian NGOs alleging an epidemic of “settler violence” in the West Bank—presumably including the “violent settler” who killed the PA-employed terrorist on Thursday.
→In Thursday congressional testimony, U.S. Secretary of Defense Lloyd Austin said that Israel had killed “over 25,000” Palestinian women and children since Oct. 7. That is false: Gaza’s Hamas-run Health Ministry, which does not distinguish between military and civilian deaths, claims that 30,000 Palestinians in total have been killed, including more than 13,000 children and 8,000 women. However, the IDF estimates that it has killed about 12,000 fighters from Hamas, Islamic Jihad, and other Palestinian armed groups, which would put the total civilian death toll at closer to 18,000, with the number of women and children dead even lower. A Pentagon spokesman said later in the day that Austin had misheard the question and that his numbers referred to the Health Ministry’s estimate of the total number of civilians killed, not women and children. Hamas claims that it has lost 6,000 fighters.
→Iran has given Hezbollah the “green light” to launch a “large-scale attack on Israel,” according to a Wednesday report in the Arabic Post, citing Iranian and Lebanese sources. The Jerusalem Post, in its write-up of the story, reports that Iran had ordered Hezbollah to refrain from such an attack until it was “certain of Israel’s intention” to carry out an operation in Rafah. According to the report, Tehran fears that after a successful invasion of Rafah, Lebanon “will be next.”
→Columbia University has had quite the week. On Thursday, The Washington Free Beacon’s Aaron Sibarium reported that the chief DEI officer of Columbia University Irving Medical Center, Alade McKen, plagiarized large sections of his doctoral dissertation—including lengthy passages lifted from the work of other scholars without attribution, and two full pages plagiarized from the Wikipedia article on “Afrocentric education.” Earlier this week, the Free Beacon’s Jessica Costescu reported that Columbia’s Middle East Institute had hired the self-described “Muslim anarchist” professor Mohamed Abdou, who has repeatedly praised Hamas since Oct. 7, to teach a class on “Decolonial-Queerness and Abolition.” A sample of Professor Abdou’s thoughts on “decolonization”:
Hear, hear!
Finally, on Wednesday, Columbia’s School of International and Public Affairs announced it hired The Washington Post’s Karen Attiah—a regular font of pro-Hamas propaganda as well as blistering anti-white racial invective—as an adjunct professor of international media. We look forward to her seminar on “Evaluating Terrorist Blood Libels for Aspiring Pundits”:
→Quote of the Day:
Sittlichkeit does not translate easily into English. The usual rendering, “ethical life,” obscures the root Sitten, which corresponds to “customs” or “mores” rather than “ethics” or “morality.” In Hegel’s thought, the transmission of tradition through the family, the exercise of personal freedom in civil society, and the embodiment of Vernunft by the state, have mutually supportive but distinct roles. The state must respect the sanctity of the individual personality, but individuals in the marketplace or professional pursuits must look beyond narrow self-interest. This presumes Sittlichkeit, or shared mores. Nations are the foundation for well-ordered states because they embody distinct, different forms of Sittlichkeit, as opposed to the abstract, deducible ethics of Kant.
That’s from an essay in First Things by Tablet’s opera critic, David P. Goldman, defending Hegel against his conservative and Straussian detractors. Come for enlightenment on the proper translation of Vernunft; stay for Goldman’s asides on Hegel’s relation to Lurianic Kabbalah and Rabbi Joseph Ber Soloveitchik.
Read it here: https://www.firstthings.com/article/2024/03/hegel-vindicated
→CORRECTION: Yesterday we shared a quote, attributed to Aaron Bushnell, that read “Palestine will be free when all the jews are dead.” We took it from an X post purporting to show a screenshot of the comment under Bushnell’s Reddit username. It now appears that the screenshot was photoshopped. We regret the error.
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The Last Chronicler of a Lost World
Searching for Joseph Roth in wartime Ukraine
By Edward Serotta
In Wandering Jews, Joseph Roth’s 1927 collection of essays, the writer describes his hometown of Brody as a place that “begins with little huts and ends with them. After a while the huts are replaced by houses. Streets begin. One runs from north to south, the other from east to west. Where they intersect is the marketplace. At the far end of the north-south street is the railway station.”
That is the train station I came to one cool and bright fall morning, finding a small, well-cared-for and empty building, and then taking a taxi from there to the Ivan Trush Gymnasium.
This school had once been the Crown Prince Rudolph Gymnasium, named for the poor sod who was heir to the empire’s throne but decided instead in 1889 for a murder/suicide pact with a 17-year-old girl; in the years since, the school had a Polish name slapped on it in the 1920s, then became School Number Five and later School Number Two during the Soviet era, and since Ukraine’s independence in 1991 it has been named for Ivan Trush, the Ukrainian impressionist painter.
Its importance for me, however, was that this was the school that Joseph Roth attended. While children raced into the building, the first bell now ringing, I walked in and found, right in the entrance’s vestibule, an exhibition on Roth.
Moses Joseph Roth was born in Brody in 1894 and lived in a town that was predominantly Jewish. He never knew his father, Nahum, who went insane, and his mother, Miriam, who was said to be overly protective of her only child, who would go on to write The Radetzky March (1932), considered to be one of the greatest literary achievements of the 20th century.
I stood there gazing at the photographs and documents until an attractive young teacher walked by, noticed me, and said, “English?”
I nodded. “I’m Olha, the English teacher here. And I have the first period free. This your luggage? Let’s leave it in the teachers lounge and I’ll take you to our historical museum.”
And with that, we were off.
Brody had long been part of the Polish empire, but when Prussia, Austria, and Russia divided Poland in the 1770s, Brody went to Austria and became part of a province with its newly minted name of Galicia.
The town sat close to the Austrian-Russian border, and I was tickled to see an old photograph on the wall taken of that border. We see civilian couples, men in a variety of uniforms, two middle-aged women dressed nicely, and a row of barefoot children mugging for the camera, one of them wearing some sort of military uniform. Welcome to the empire, they could be saying.
The Jews of Brody, who comprised over 80% of the population by the mid-1800s, were mostly engaged in trade. That was when Brody had the status of a free trade city, but when it lost that right in the 1880s, Jews began drifting away. Quite a few settled in Odesa, and they named their synagogue the Brody Shul in honor of their former city. The Brody Shul still stands and functions, which is more than one can say about the synagogue that is actually in Brody, which is a burned hulk crying out for some sort of restoration.
Brody found itself back in Poland after the First World War, and was at the center of the Russo-Polish war that ravaged the region from 1919-20, and which Isaac Babel describes in gruesome detail in Red Cavalry.
On Sept. 1, 1939, Adolf Hitler sent the Wehrmacht into Poland from the west. Seventeen days later Stalin sent the Soviet army in from the east. Brody, like all of eastern Poland, was occupied by the Soviet Army until June 1941, when the Germans stormed in during Operation Barbarossa, and began rounding up Jews in ghettos and shooting them en masse.
The death camp of Belzec is barely a hundred miles away, and in 1942 thousands of Jewish families from Brody were gassed, burned, and buried there. Brody’s Jews were massacred and the ancient synagogue was destroyed. Little wonder that Timothy Snyder described this entire region as “the bloodlands.”
The Jewish cemetery, however, complete with enormous tombstones, was somehow spared. The European Jewish Cemeteries Initiative, an EU-funded organization that maps, fences, and documents historic cemeteries, has done a fine job with Brody’s cemetery.
Olha led me to the town square, which in earlier days, I suppose, was the marketplace Roth had mentioned. Now it consists of older one- and two-story buildings surrounding a Habsburg-era park, all well-tended with flowers, a few statues, and a coffee bar in the center.
Facing the park is an early 19th-century building that houses the city museum. I entered and glanced at the vitrine that covered the Habsburg period, then the Russo-Polish war. Another vitrine had documents and photographs of 1920-39—the Polish period—which few people in this region look upon fondly, as Ukrainian language schools and newspapers were forced to close. The Polish government took a strong stand against Ukrainian nationalism, mostly because they were peddling Polish nationalism. Those opposing Polish rule found themselves first in jails, then in pictures in the vitrine before me.
I moved on to the next vitrine, which covered the Soviet occupation of 1939-41. Those carted away for being religious leaders or wealthy men and women were pictured here. And it kept going: the Second World War and the Nazi massacres of Jews, then the Stalinist era, and finally, in the last vitrines, pictures of Brody since 1991.
Before Russia’s full-scale invasion in February of 2022, Brody had a population of roughly 23,000. Some families fled in the early days of the war, but many returned, and families from the east of Ukraine came to settle here. Being in the west of the country, Brody has suffered relatively little, although on the first day of the war a missile hit the town. That was followed by two more attacks, but compared to cities in the south and east of the country, Brody is considered safe. The military cemetery on the outside of town, however, continues to grow, as they do in every village, town, and city in Ukraine.
I walked Olha back to the school, fetched my bag, and went downstairs. As I still had my camera around my neck, a group of kids raced over, formed a semicircle in front of me, and held up their victory signs. “Slava Ukrainii” (Victory to Ukraine), I said, taking their picture. In their 8- and 9-year-old voices they shouted back “Heroyam Slava!” (Glory to the heroes).
In many ways, Roth’s tragic life mirrored Brody’s own misfortunes. In his final year in the Crown Prince Rudolph Gymnasium in 1913, Roth wrote to his cousins: “This last year will soon be over after my final exams. All the trials and tribulations of school will soon be behind me, and I will go on to the great school of life. Let’s hope I earn equally good grades at that institution […]”
He did and he didn’t. This sprightly sounding young man, about to leave the shtetl and his mother behind, would die 26 years later, in 1939, as an impoverished alcoholic in Paris in 1939.
But in that period he also became one of the most prolific, insightful, and well-paid journalists in Europe, and wrote 17 novels and novellas along with at least four books of nonfiction (most of which he wrote while sitting in cafés and drinking). But despite these professional and artistic achievements, his personal life was one of catastrophe; aside from his oeuvre, he would leave behind nothing but debts and a schizophrenic wife locked away in Austria.
When the First World War broke out in August 1914, Roth initially identified as a pacifist. Nevertheless, he enlisted in 1916 and worked as a military censor, served on the Galician front, and then returned in 1918 to civilian life in a war-weary and impoverished Vienna.
Here is where Roth’s lies, fabrications, and “mythomaniac” days (as David Bronson, his first biographer, called them) began. He would claim his father was a Polish count, that he was captured and served time in a Russian prison, and that he left the army as a lieutenant, none of which was true.
What was true is that the world Roth knew had shattered completely. In 1916, the old emperor—the doddering Kaiser Franz Joseph I—died during the war he had started. His successor, Karl I, held on to the empire for two years before it collapsed. Soon after that, the victorious allies gathered in Versailles’ Hall of Mirrors to begin redrawing the map of Europe.
Roth began his journalism career in Vienna in 1919 and churned out a hundred articles before the newspaper he was working for folded. He met Friedl Reichler in 1919 and they married in the Leopoldstadt synagogue in Vienna in 1922. Friedl accompanied him to Berlin and Roth began to work for the prestigious Frankfurter Zeitung.
Always short of money—his great translator, Michael Hofmann, called him “the most impractical man who ever lived”—Roth published his first novel, Flight Without End, in 1927. Zipper and His Father came out a year later and Right and Left a year after that. His first financially successful novel—Job: Story of a Simple Man, published in 1930—was certainly his most Jewish. Never again would a Jew hold such a central place in his writing, although Jews did appear in nearly every one of them and his descriptions in his novels of shtetls were surely based on Brody.
The Radetzky March, a family epic about the fall of the Austrian-Hungarian Empire, came out in 1932 and is considered one of the 20th century’s greatest novels. At 369 pages, it is Roth's longest, though that isn’t all that long for an epoch-defining piece of literature. But Roth’s other novels, often written in haste, tended to be around half that.
On Jan. 30, 1933, the day President Hindenburg installed Adolf Hitler as chancellor, Roth took a train to Paris. He would never return to Germany and, as Hofmann tells us, Radetzky March was published “nicely in time to be fed to the flames by enthusiastic National Socialist students in Berlin on 10 May, 1933.”
The peripatetic Roth would sometimes take Friedl with him on his reporting trips, but more often, he would leave her in hotel rooms for weeks, even months on end. His biographers concluded that he treated her cruelly. Because Roth always lived on the edge financially, and because he was sinking into alcoholism, Friedl’s life was made ever more insecure until it shattered. She was first taken into a clinic in Berlin, then transferred to Vienna. The novelist, biographer, and friend of Roth's, Stefan Zweig, along with his wife, Friederike, paid some of Friedl’s medical bills and tried to find her better treatment. So did Friedl’s parents. To no avail.
She remained in various Austrian institutions until July 1940, when Friedl was sent to the infamous Hartheim Institute outside of Linz. A panel of doctors signed off on her being gassed, which was her fate on July 15, 1940.
Zweig, whose family had been quite wealthy, also helped support Roth. Roth was clearly the better writer and Zweig knew it. In The London Review of Books, Michael Hofmann, who translated many of Roth’s works, wrote that “Stefan Zweig just tastes fake. He’s the Pepsi of Austrian writing.” And while Roth seethed at having to depend on Zweig financially, Zweig never abandoned him.
Roth’s last years in Paris became ever more chaotic, as described in the firsthand account left behind by Roth’s friend Soma Morgenstern. Like Roth, Morgenstern grew up in Galicia as an Orthodox Jew before turning his back on religion. Morgenstern had also lived in Vienna and fled to Paris in 1938. He found himself in the Hotel de la Poste in the sixth district, and was delighted to learn that his neighbor was Joseph Roth, his old friend from his teenage years, when the two young men met at a Zionist youth organization.
Morgenstern’s book on Roth, Flucht und Ende (Flight and End) has regrettably not been translated, but Keiron Pim, Roth's most recent biographer, draws on it to narrate Roth’s final days and the ghastly fight over his burial. Roth’s ultimate demise was precipitated by the death of his friend Ernst Toller, who hung himself in the Mayflower Hotel in New York on May 22, 1939. When Roth heard the news, he was badly shaken, went for a walk with Morgenstern, and returned to the Café Tournon, where he collapsed. As he lay on the floor, he mumbled twice, “I’m not baptized.”
Delirium tremens were setting in, and Roth was taken to the Necker Hospital where he was shackled to the bed when he tried to get away. Life passed out of him at 5:50 a.m. on May 27.
Morgenstern recounts the arguments about whether or not Roth had converted to Christianity. Stefan Zweig’s first wife, Friederike, who had converted to Catholicism, said that Roth had. Zweig, who was in London, could not travel to Paris just then. When he heard that Roth was buried as a Catholic and that Morgenstern and other Jews felt they shouldn’t recite Kaddish over the coffin, Zweig was shocked. When he asked how all this happened, Morgenstern replied: “Ask your ex-wife.”
The funeral was attended by monarchists, Galician Jews, converted Jews, and the journalist and communist firebrand Egon Erwin Kisch, who showed up to throw red carnations into the grave. It could all have been an opera—a grand tragedy anticipating the calamity to come: The entire world of German/Austrian Jewish intellectuals was being snuffed out, shut down or scattered to the winds. In her autobiography, the publisher Brigitta Fischer recounted:
In his memoirs, [the translator and novelist Felix] Bertaux recalls a Sunday in the Grunewald [in Berlin] with us in February 1928, when he met many of our friends: Jakob Wassermann, Alfred Döblin, Ernst Toller, Alfred Kerr, George Grosz, and Joseph Roth, who said: ‘In ten years a) Germany will be at war with France, b) if we are lucky, we will be able to live in Switzerland as emigres, c) Jews will be beaten up on Kurfüstendamm.’ No one was ready to believe the despairingly smiling Roth. But very soon his prophetic words were to come true.
All of those mentioned above (only Grosz was not Jewish) either killed themselves, died in penury, or well before their time. Such was the destruction of their world. No wonder Roth wrote to Zweig in 1933, just after the Nazi takeover of Germany, “The barbarians have taken over. Do not deceive yourself. Hell reigns.”
In Brody, I had a bowl of borscht just off the town square. Through my translation app, I asked the waitress if she knew the address where I was to catch my bus, as I had bought the ticket online. She called her husband over, who told me in English that it was actually a gas station/rest stop on the main four-lane highway around 10 kilometers away. I asked if they would call me a taxi. He laughed, grabbed my suitcase, and the two of them drove me there.
Don’t ask me why but in the same way that some people dream of opening a pub and others, like me, a bookstore, it seems that most Ukrainians dream of opening gas stations—and many of them do.
The gas station where I waited for my bus had the kind of buffet you just don’t find alongside American freeways: steamed salmon or grilled chicken breasts, kasha, Greek salad, and steamed broccoli.
A giant 80-seater with a Kyiv-Warsaw sign in its windshield sailed into the lot and came to a halt so passengers could eat, smoke, and take a bathroom break. And there I was, the old white-haired Jew loading my bag. Note to self: Go easy on the Roth, OK?
Lviv is around 80 miles away and it took three hours to get there. No one got on, but when someone needed to get off, they would stand near the driver, tap him on his shoulder and we’d slow down.
As the sun began to set, a white-orangish light flooded the bus from the west, and I watched a tall, thin soldier take his rucksack down and stand next to the driver. His uniform was spotless and perfectly ironed. He was clean-shaven. He stood there until we pulled over, and then sprang off the bus and sprinted toward a farmhouse a couple of hundred yards off.
Come on, driver, don’t go just yet, let me please see the kid get to the front door! Since the windows of the bus were so mud-splattered, I didn’t bother pulling out my camera, but it didn’t matter. The roar of the old diesel engine growled and strained and we were back on the two-lane blacktop as the sun sank over the horizon.
It was dark by the time the bus swung into the crowded bus lot just next to the Habsburg-era train station. This would have been the station Roth arrived in when he came from Brody to Lviv, and the station he went through a year later, on his way to Vienna, where he would find his calling, his fame, and his end.
You can always count on the mainstream media and academia to whitewash Hamas's lies
Of course the mainstream media just quotes Hamas press releases. If they stopped they'd have to come up with another excuse for their blatant antisemitism.