Paradise Now or Never?
I suppose it was with a little irony that yesterday evening, on the eve of the Palestinian election, I managed to drag myself to see Paradise now. At a time when it looks as if Palestinians are about to commit political suicide by electing Hamas in large numbers to their parliament, I believed a movie about the rationale behind suicide bombing was a must see. And it won a golden globe no less!
Well to be honest I didn't expect to enjoy it and I didn't. I just didn't get it. It's so easy to blame 'the occupation' but can you really explain to me how that drove the 2 bombers in the movie firstly to want to die and secondly to kill innocent Israelis. Perhaps you will answer as they repeated ad nausum that 'they were already dead living under occupation'. But as far as I could make out they were living normal lives. They had jobs (motor mechanics), they had families who obviously cared for them and one was even falling in love (with a very pretty young lady if I may say so). Doesn't sound like they were dead to me.
Perhaps it was those ominous Israeli check points: 'the daily humiliation' of having to have their identification papers checked. Well, on my recent trip to Israel I had to endure my fair share of check points: on entering bus stations, restaurants and even the Western wall. No it wasn't pleasant, some rude man or women insensitively ruffling through my luggage and asking me inane questions. And yes there were times when I got angry, but come on it didn't make me want to blow myself up and take as many Jews as I could with me. Daily inconveniences no matter how irritating are no reason to become a suicide murderer.
The truth, I believe, is that a suicide bomber is more the Western equivalent of a drug addict than a soldier in the fight against Israeli 'occupation'. And organisations like Hamas are the dealers and pushers. They prey on weak Palestinian youngsters with low self-esteems and a desire to be somebody. What were the bombers last wishes? That their pictures be displayed in the town square as heroes. So while Western teens take drugs to be acknowledged as cool, their Palestinian counter parts blow themselves up. Their acknowledgement by Palestinian society as heroes through the sale of 'martyr' homemade movies at the local video store or the suicide bomber playing cards perpetuates this terrible situation.
Their acts have more to do with their personal desire for social recognition than any political cause. I felt sick at how their leaders constantly told them how brave and honourable they were. If that truly is the case, why then, I wanted to scream, don't Hamas' top leaders blow themselves up. Perhaps they not just ready for their place in Paradise.
The line that perhaps moved me the most was the Palestinian human rights worker's plea that although the bombers may go to paradise, they must consider what world they leave for those that remain behind. And so too today, when many Palestinians have thoughts of collectively blowing up their political landscape and electing Hamas to power, they would do well to heed her words. For Hamas will certainly not bring paradise now for those Palestinians that remain - only more violence and more misery.








