The Devil's Dance

By Moshe Feiglin

Editor's Note: As this update is being prepared, news of the terror attack near Eilat is beginning to come in. With sorrow, we bring you excerpts from a still-pertinent article by Moshe Feiglin written in 2003 and published in his book, "The War of Dreams".

I have an ultra-Orthodox sister. She lives in an ultra-Orthodox neighborhood in Jerusalem, and she and her husband often travel to the Western Wall with their children. They take the Number 2 bus.

After the Number 2 bus was blown up, I waited an hour and a half and, with shaking hands, dialed my sister's number.

Thank G-d, they are fine. They were always afraid of that bus and only travel with it after 1 a.m.

"You know," she said to me. "I really don't understand. Every time that we have just about finished them off, we perform a 'resurrection of the dead.'"

My sister doesn't understand why we resurrected Arafat when he was sitting in Tunis. And now she doesn't understand why Sharon insisted on resurrecting the Arab angel of death.

She doesn't understand. But I understand. I just didn't want to tell her.

They resurrect them because they want them to live so as to help the Jews finish themselves off - or at least to finish off their Jewishness.

The Nation of Israel wants to be a normal nation. In other words, it wants to be everything but Jewish. But after all, who should be erased from the face of the earth if not Arafat, Dahlan and the other serpents? If we eliminate them, however, then we will remain alone. Alone against the world. Jewish, once again. Not enlightened Israeli rabble, but the Jewish Nation - with identity and values and a history of four thousand years, with a mission and a destiny.

If we eliminate them, we will be left with ourselves. We will be ourselves. And that frightens the Israelis much more than exploding buses.

So they continue to dance with the devil.

Right now, the bus that exploded has made us think - for the moment.

Tomorrow, everyone will calm down and just like lowly dogs, once again we will lick the hand that holds the whip. And then we will get another lash.

It's the devil's dance, greased with the blood and flesh of small children riding the bus to the Western Wall.

There is a solution, Manhigut Yehudit's solution. The solution is to completely change direction. Instead of eliminating our identity and our bodies in the process - we must cling to our identity and to our lives.