I didn’t put two and two together. The names and the faces of the Hamas hostages circulated for days in the media with little recognition. But then my wife phoned. She was crying: “They’re our family.”
That’s when we stopped sleeping, and the drama, tortuous anyway, became personal. And my personal and professional lives became one.
The phone calls, emails and messages came from all sides. Israel wants to talk to me, my wife needs reassurance, my sons call: Dad, what do you know?
That’s when we stopped sleeping, and the drama, tortuous anyway, became personal. And my personal and professional lives became one.
Not much, at first. Then came the news: Two women released. Heart-stopping. Americans. Could this be Judith and Natalie? Mother and daughter. It must be.
And tears of anguish turned to tears of joy.
But not for long. Three other members of the family were ultimately killed in the terrorist rampage. More are still held hostage.
They’re not close family. The weddings and funerals kind. But that’s the point. If we talk of six degrees of separation, in tiny Israel it’s more like one or two. And with so many families descending from Holocaust survivors, like mine, relatives are not a dime a dozen. In fact, in my generation, I only ever had three. That’s one reason why the taking of so many hostages is such a shock to the Israeli nation, and to Jews everywhere.
The Jewish slogan after Nazis murdered and burned six million Jews was “Never Again.” I always considered that a vacuous promise. After all, in England, where I grew up, and in the United States, everywhere really, times had changed and we were safe; welcomed; valued.
Well, “Never Again” is now. Who would have thought? Hamas, and others, never call out: Kill the Israelis. It is always Kill the Jews.
Thankfully, over the past 48 hours two more hostages have been released. Yocheved Lifshitz and Nurit Cooper are home safe now with their families. But that leaves over 200 still in captivity.
I don’t know what it is like to be a hostage. To be chained or tied up in a dank tunnel. Hostages are not prisoners, confined for a crime or a cause. They are pawns, held to be exchanged for something of value to the hostage-holders. They are human shields, and they know it.








