Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death…
The verse in the title, from Psalms 23:4,
and the entire chapter from which it derives (“The Lord is my
shepherd”), are recited by Jewish communities every Sabbath, and by many
Jewish and Christian communities at funerals. This chapter, with its
powerful message, has sat in the foundation of my awareness from when I
was a child. More than once, when in a frightening, or sad, situation, I
remembered this passage.
As of the massacres conducted by HAMAS on October 7th,
2023, and since I visited some of the sites of these horrific crimes
two and half weeks after they occurred, this verse has a completely new –
and horrific – meaning for me.
I visited three different locations: the music festival near Kibbutz
Re’im, and private homes at Kibbutz Kfar Aza and Kibbutz Be’eri.
I came there wearing several hats: a concerned and shocked
Israeli – a son, a husband, a father and a grandfather, a human being
trying to understand how such horrific things could have happened, and
as an archaeologist, who usually sees evidence of violence and death
with centuries or millennia filtering it, “softening” the blow.
At the site of the music festival, I saw the large open area
where hundreds upon hundreds of people, young adults, families with
young children, and music and peace lovers of all ages, backgrounds and
origins, fled in terror from the HAMAS terrorists who were shooting at
them. All around we could see their shoes and bags, their underwear and
cosmetics, the baby toys and safety seats, which they dropped and left,
as they ran in terror. The terrorists, who surrounded them on all sides,
hunted them down, shooting hundreds, raping and then killing girls and
women, and then took scores as prisoners back to Gaza. Some of the
festival participants tried to hide in refrigerators that were in the
bars and food stands at the festival, and the terrorists systematically
went and opened each one and shot those hiding in terror in them. This
massacre was not carried out by coincidence – various reports indicate
that the timing of the HAMAS attack was to enable them to attack the
festival – and this in fact was one of the first targets of their
attack.
We then went to Kibbutz Kfar Aza, situated right next to the
border with the Gaza Strip, and one of the first places attacked.
Hundreds of terrorists stormed the kibbutz, and for hours, only the
local civilian response team fought back – most of whom did not survive.
Here, even though the bodies of the murdered Israelis – and of
the terrorists who had been killed while attacking the kibbutz – had
already been removed, tangible evidence of the horrible terror could be
seen. Right next to where the HAMAS terrorists burst into the kibbutz,
there was a small neighborhood, comprised of a small road with houses
and apartments on both sides, about 20 in all. This was the neighborhood
where the young adults of the kibbutz lived. The murderous terrorists
went from house to house, apartment by apartment, and murdered the
occupants.
I saw blood and brains splattered on floors, walls and windows; I
saw a couch with a big blood stain on its back, and a bullet hole
showing how the person sitting on the couch has been shot, and right
above the couch, at the level of the person’s head, and bullet hole in
the wall and blood and brains splattered on the wall; and in the next
room, the supposed “safe room,” which served as shelter, blood stains on
the mattress and the floor were evidence of yet another murder. These
were the scenes in room after room. People caught in their homes, hiding
in terror in safe rooms, and murderous terrorists bursting in and
killing them, without mercy or moral compunction.
The smell of death was everywhere – a strong and overpowering combination of drying blood, smoke, gunpowder and burnt wood.
Standing in this carnage and these ruins, I could not but think
that this was the “valley of the shadow of death”! Here was what this
means – not in a theoretical way, and not even through seeing it at
other sites of massacres of relatively recent times (such as the
Holocaust, the Killing Fields, or similar places). Here I could see the
actual remains of the murdered people, evidence of their lives before
they were slaughtered, and the sights and smells of their horrible
deaths.
We then went to Kibbutz Be’eri, another one of the sites of
indescribable carnage and murderous mayhem. Here I saw family houses
that had been burnt down with their occupants, since the families
remained in their safe rooms and did not come out, and the HAMAS
terrorists burnt the entire houses down, burning the occupants to death.
In some of the houses, the destruction was so massive that the
occupants’ remains were reduced to ashes and could not be identified. To
assist in identifying the remains of all the murdered people,
colleagues of mine from the Israel Antiquities Authority stepped in,
using archaeological techniques to find remains of those murdered. I had
a chance to see my brave colleagues conducting this indescribably hard
and gut wrenching work, at times done under enemy fire! While I have
often excavated remains of ancients who suffered death and destruction,
here this was carried out on people who had been murdered less than
three weeks ago. The archaeologists, sifting through the remains in
these houses, managed to find bones and teeth of some of the deceased,
which will enable identification – and burial. A new type of archaeology
has been born – the archaeology of terrorism…
Perhaps the hardest and most disturbing scene that I saw, amongst all
the horrible sights of blood, brain, carnage and destruction, was in
one of the houses at Be’eri. Approaching the house, once again a strong
stench of death was hanging in the air. On the porch, in front of the
main door of the house, there was a large pool of congealed blood.
Amongst this blood I saw a meat cleaver, two knives and a hammer, the
weapons used to kill the person whose blood was on the floor. I then
entered the home, and right behind the main door, next to the dining
room table, another large stain of blood was on the floor, and in it a
large knife – once again, a weapon used to murder this victim. Moving
further into the house, in the “safe room” there were large bloodstains
on the mattress of the bed in the room, and splattered blood all around.
Here was horrifying, indescribable evidence of the murder of an entire
family.
Most importantly, this was probably committed not by the “Nukhba”
terrorists (the elite unit of the HAMAS) who spearheaded the attack,
but very likely by regular Gazan who followed them, after the various
communities were overcome. These Gazans killed, raped, plundered and
took captives on their own. They didn’t kill using guns – they killed
using house utensils that they found.
As I stood outside of this house, trying to gather my breath and
working hard not to break down, I thought of the poem that Haim Nahman
Bialik, the Israeli national poet, wrote after witnessing the Kishinev
pogrom of 1903. This poem, “the City of Slaughter”, became an iconic
text in early Zionism.
Here is an excerpt of the English translation of this Hebrew poem:
“…Get up and walk through the city of the massacre,
And with your hand touch and lock your eyes
On the cooled brain and clots of blood
Dried on tree trunks, rocks, and fences; it is they.
Go to the ruins, to the gaping breaches,
To walls and hearths, shattered as though by thunder:
Concealing the blackness of a naked brick,
A crowbar has embedded itself deeply, like a crushing crowbar,
And those holes are like black wounds,
For which there is no healing or doctor.
Take a step, and your footstep will sink: you have placed your foot in fluff,
Into fragments of utensils, into rags, into shreds of books:
Bit by bit they were amassed through arduous labor—and in a flash,
Everything is destroyed…”
While less than 50 Jews were murdered in that pogrom, it had a
profound effect on the modern history of the Jewish People. On October 7th,
the death toll was about 30 times worse! Clearly, this horrible event
will be a watershed moment in Jewish history, and perhaps world history.
Time will tell.
I also heard first hand reports of the incredible bravery of the
civilians in the various communities, and IDF soldiers and officers, who
fought valiantly, against unspeakable odds, during the attacks, saving
hundreds of civilians in the process. I talked with members of the
civilian first response team at Kibbutz Be’eri. Although the team was
comprised of only around ten members, most of whom were only armed with
pistols, and who lost several members of the team during the fighting,
they managed to fight off the terrorists, without almost any help from
the IDF, from early morning until the late afternoon. While they could
not stop the terrorists from killing close to 100 kibbutz members, they
did manage to save hundreds of others due to their bravery. If ever
someone deserved a medal of honor – it should go to the members of these
civilian first responder teams!
I was fortunate. I was not at these sites during these horrible terror attacks. I woke up on Saturday, October 7th
like any normal day, and only realized that something was amiss when
the air raid sirens went off due to rockets being fired from Gaza. I was
not present when these heinous terrorists attacked peaceful civilian
communities, killing, raping, torturing and abducting hundreds of
infants, children, men, women, elderly and sick.
I was lucky. However, visiting these locations, at which such
murderous, barbaric attacks occurred, seeing the horrific evidence of
the murderous rampage – and blood and brains, the destruction and
burning – I will never be the same – in any of the “hats” mentioned
above. I ended this day in a state of horror, unable to think clearly.
All I wanted to do was cry. I came home, took off my clothes and shoes,
which still reeked of death and destruction, shared some of my feelings
with Adina, my partner, and collapsed asleep.
But in the morning, I woke up and decided that I must write down
my initial feelings about this – which you see here – and hopefully,
soon, I’ll write some more, and then we’ll take the films that the
videographer Yuval Pan took on site, and try to convey to the world some
of the horrors that we saw.
May the victims of this barbaric massacre rest in peace; may the
wounded heal, both physically and mentally; and may the kidnapped return
without any delay.
And may the terrorists, their facilitators and supporters, be punished by death!
https://blogs.timesofisrael.com/bearing-witness-in-the-valley-of-the-shadow-of-death/