Some of our professional traitors are alreadyÂ beginningÂ to make the comparisonÂ between this weeks butchery of four Jews as they stood in prayer withÂ theÂ Dr. Baruch GoldsteinÂ shootingsÂ in 1994.. The peaceful praying men in JerusalemÂ threatened no one. Their crime was being Jewish and perhaps praying asÂ a Jew.
First a fewÂ words about Dr. Goldstein:
Dr. BaruchÂ Goldstein could haveÂ had a wonderful career in the USA, first in hisÂ class in Einstein medical school. However he chose to make his homeÂ in Hebron and serve as the regional physician there.
He was adoredÂ by allÂ .
Parents wouldÂ take their children to his clinic – just to see his face.
He often slept with his shoes on – just in case
When he was treating a young woman with cancer. He told her,”I will do whatever I can forÂ you as long as I can” HeÂ ended upÂ sitting at her bed side reciting Psalms.
ThereÂ was a badÂ car accidentÂ near Kiryat Arba involving an army jeep. AtÂ theÂ scene, heÂ saw a badly injured Ethiopian soldier. HeÂ asked for his parents’ phoneÂ number. When asked why, he said,” he is clearly a new immigrant and his parents will need support.”.
There is a book full of these stories which the government banned. It is called “Baruch Hagever”
Shortly before he was killedÂ he treated hisÂ good friend and his son after a terror attack upon them. They died inÂ his arms.
Now we come to Purim and the day of the events.
TheÂ armyÂ had warned Dr Goldstein ofÂ coming trouble – a pogrom. He was asked to enlarge his emergency room and prepare forÂ the worst.
He braced for the Arab fury, as warned by theÂ army and as evidenced by the open Arab preparations on their mosque loudspeakers and posters. “StockÂ up on food and water” There will beÂ a curfew”
That eveningÂ he went to the Patriarchs cave to hear theÂ Purim Megila read.
A very unusual number of young Arabs were in the building chanting “slaughter the Jews!”
Why theÂ army allowed them in is a puzzle.
They say heÂ wasÂ seen leaving as he could not hear the reading over the shrill cries for Jewish blood., shaking his head saying,”I can’t take it anymore”
The very same thing happened the next morning forÂ theÂ second reading.
He returned that afternoon with his rifle in uniform (major) andÂ managed toÂ eliminate 28 of the chanting “youths”. He was thenÂ bludgeoned to death.
There was noÂ pogrom that year.
HeÂ was one of the physicians in the delivery room when my oldest son was born.I remember that he shared his ice cream with me.
I have rarely met a more selfless, dedicatedÂ person in my life.
May his memory be a blessing for us all.