When the negotiations are at halt, all we’re left with is cynicism and mind games.
Christine Toomey wrote this today on The Sunday Times:
While Zahar and Yousef are reluctant to discuss Shalit, members of the Doghmush clan are happy to brag about how well he is being treated. I meet them in a garage of one of the many buildings the clan owns in the Sabra district. Abu Khatab Doghmush, a 51-year-old clan elder, is sitting with family on a sofa pushed against a wall. As I take a seat with my interpreter, I notice a bullet on the floor in front of me.
Abu Khatab insists that the Army of Islam is not holding Shalit. â€œThe only faction that controls his life now is the Qassam Brigades,â€ he says, his heavy gold watch flapping against his wrist. â€œBut I can tell you that Shalit is living in a paradise. Our religion of Islam demands that we look after prisoners even more than we do our own people.â€ He rejects speculation that Shalit is locked deep in an underground cell booby-trapped with explosives: â€œHeâ€™s not being kept in a closed room all the time â€“ this would not be healthy. He can go out and take fresh air.â€
Abu Khatab then makes an extraordinary claim: â€œEvery year a party is held to celebrate his birthday. Yes, there is a cake and candles, music, everything.â€ Shalit, born on August 28, 1986, has now spent three birthdays in captivity.
Sometimes I wonder if being slightly autistic is a prerequisite for becoming a political leader or a military chief… Yes, I put both in the same sentence, since here in the Middle East they’re one and the same. Whenever you start to speak of human lives in terms of “expandable”, “negotiable”, “replaceable”, and so on, you demonstrate the lack of your own humanity.