The headline hit hard: “Israeli troops mistakenly killed 3 hostages in Gaza.”
Three victims of Hamas’ October 7 attack had managed to escape, only to be shot by their own soldiers. The only thing a decent person could feel was sorrow. This was the reaction of Congressman Jamaal Bowman. “I am heartbroken to hear 3 Israeli hostages have been killed.” Bowman, a strong critic of Israel, knew this was not the time to score political points.
Briahna Joy Gray disagreed.
Gray, a podcaster and National Press Secretary for Bernie Sanders’ 2020 campaign, thought it was essential to rub salt in the wounds and call out the Israel Defense Forces. She continued to do so in her next two tweets.
Early articles confirmed that the hostages were men. Fact-checking would have prevented a pointlessly juvenile tweet.
This last tweet is senseless cruelty.
Podhoretz was making the obvious point that when you fight irregular soldiers, it is hard to tell civilians from combatants, thus making mistakes far more likely. Because Hamas militants often dress in civilian garb, they are easily mistaken for civilians and vice-versa. The Israeli soldiers assumed they were being approached by Hamas fighters in disguise, and so opened fire.
Every army loses soldiers to “friendly fire.” Battles are chaotic and mistakes common.
The rate of friendly fire deaths for all U.S. troops in World War II was 12-14 percent; Vietnam, 10-14 percent; Grenada, 13 percent; and Panama, 6 percent.
Gray knows that the IDF wears uniforms. She has to know that Podhoeritz was referring to Hamas fighters. Yet she needed to stick in one more jab against the IDF.
It’s true that Podhoretz’s point wasn’t the best. The reason Hamas dresses in civilian clothes is if they didn’t, they’d be dead. It’s the nature of asymmetrical warfare. Guerilla fighters dress to blend in. The United States has supported armies who also dressed like civilians—for example, the Mujahideen in Afghanistan fighting against the Soviet Union (1979-1989).
But that doesn’t excuse Gray’s snarky tweet.
I’m pretty sure the IDF were wearing uniforms when they shot the Israeli hostages.
The “I’m pretty sure” gives her game away. It’s middle-school sarcasm. She’s not taking a moral stance; she’s dishing out mean-girl zingers.
Gray thinks Israel is wrong to bomb Gaza in their war against Hamas. That is a legitimate position. She’s complained about the large number of Palestinian casualties. Again, a legitimate point (although she has been too willing to trust Hamas’ claims).
But with these tweets, especially the one about uniforms, her only purpose is to rub salt in the painful fact that IDF soldiers accidentally killed their own citizens, exactly the people they were there to rescue. She doesn’t see the three Israelis as humans with grieving families. They are ways to keep score. She isn’t showing sympathy for the fallen, as Congressman Bowman did. She is gloating because she thinks the deaths have made the IDF look bad. The dead are dehumanized pawns used to rack up “likes” and “retweets.”
Gray has sold her soul for a bit of Twitter clout.
Her casual cruelty is hardly unique in the Hamas-Israel conflict. Wars make dehumanization the norm. About two weeks ago, people were circulating pictures of captured Hamas fighters who had been stripped to their underwear. Some deplored the cruelty and humiliation. Many, however, ridiculed the men, their flabby bellies, their man boobs. In the same breath, they would also claim the humiliation was no big deal. I read tweets that claimed it was as if the men were wearing swimsuits; nothing humiliating about that.
This is another kind of dehumanization. Stripping the men might have been necessary—in a war where terrorists use suicide vests packed with explosives, stripping captives can be a safety measure—but to deny that it’s humiliating is gross. It denies our shared humanity. Strip me to my underwear in front of strangers, and I will feel humiliated. And remember: we don’t even know if all these men were guilty.
Quickly, though, claims that the detainees were Hamas militants were challenged. Palestinians in Gaza identified relatives who they said were not fighters. Some of them were released. The images, rights activists say, began to convey something different, and darker: an attempt to humiliate and dehumanize Palestinians.
Every time we dehumanize others, we chip away at our own humanity.
Briahna Joy Gray forgot that there are humans behind all her point-scoring. The three Israeli hostages were Alon Shamiz (26), Hotam Haim (28), and Samar Talalka (24). They had been held captive in an area with heavy fighting. After an earlier Israeli assault, which killed their Hamas captors, they hid, hoping for rescue. A few days later, when they emerged waving a makeshift white flag, Israeli soldiers fired on them, thinking it was a trick, part of another ambush. IDF soldiers had been ambushed in the same area two days earlier, and nine of them killed. In a confused free-fire zone, fearing death in a place where soldiers had already been killed, the soldiers made the wrong call (one that was against the IDF’s own rules of engagement), and three brave young men were cut down tantalizingly close to freedom.
Alon, Hotam, and Samar were not points in some twisted game of “gotcha,” they were hopes and dreams obscenely shattered.
And then there are the families devastated by the loss. As a father, I try to imagine what that pain must feel like. The thought of losing my own precious son chills my soul. If I lost him, the rage and heartache would break me. Every life lost, whether Israeli or Palestinian, leaves behind a similar chorus of broken parents, of grieving voices.
“I’m going to say this [to] the government. You murdered my son twice,” Avi Shamriz told NBC News’ Hallie Jackson on Monday. “You let Hamas take my son on Oct. 7, and you killed my son on Dec. 14.”
Leila Talalka, mother of Samer Talalka who is a Bedouin Israeli, said the government’s apology was too little too late. “No one helped bring my son back,” she told NBC News.
But the mother of Yotam Haim released an audio recording comforting the soldiers who were responsible for her son’s death.
“I am Yotam’s mother. I wanted to tell you that I love you very much, and I hug you here from afar,” Iris Yotam said in the recorded message Wednesday. “I know that everything that happened is absolutely not your fault, and nobody’s fault except that of Hamas.”
Before we send off a tweet reveling in the death of one of those people, or crowing about the other side’s mistakes, we should think of those families, the hearts ripped apart, the empty spaces where humans once walked.
Wars are always ugly and messy... and full of so-called 'collateral damage'. But in the age of mass media they have also become ugly in another way. They have - for the mass of Western people who only see them on their tvs or smart phones, people who don't have to actually fight them or physically endure them - a ghoulish form of entertainment and an opportunity for endless emotionally-cathartic outrage and opinionising.
Contemplation Of The Sword
by Robinson Jeffers
Reason will not decide at last; the sword will decide.
The sword: an obsolete instrument of bronze or steel,
formerly used to kill men, but here
In the sense of a symbol. The sword: that is: the storms
and counter-storms of general destruction; killing
of men,
Destruction of all goods and materials; massacre, more or
less intentional, of children and women;
Destruction poured down from wings, the air made accomplice,
the innocent air
Perverted into assasin and poisoner.
The sword: that is: treachery and cowardice, incredible
baseness, incredible courage, loyalties, insanities.
The sword: weeping and despair, mass-enslavement,
mass-tourture, frustration of all hopes
That starred man's forhead. Tyranny for freedom, horror for
happiness, famine for bread, carrion for children.
Reason will not decide at last, the sword will decide.
Dear God, who are the whole splendor of things and the sacred
stars, but also the cruelty and greed, the treacheries
And vileness, insanities and filth and anguish: now that this
thing comes near us again I am finding it hard
To praise you with a whole heart.
I know what pain is, but pain can shine. I know what death is,
I have sometimes
Longed for it. But cruelty and slavery and degredation,
pestilence, filth, the pitifulness
Of men like hurt little birds and animals . . . if you were
only
Waves beating rock, the wind and the iron-cored earth,
With what a heart I could praise your beauty.
You will not repent, nor cancel life, nor free man from anguish
For many ages to come. You are the one that tortures himself to
discover himself: I am
One that watches you and discovers you, and praises you in little
parables, idyl or tragedy, beautiful
Intolerable God.
The sword: that is:
I have two sons whom I love. They are twins, they were born
in nineteen sixteen, which seemed to us a dark year
Of a great war, and they are now of the age
That war prefers. The first-born is like his mother, he is so
beautiful
That persons I hardly know have stopped me on the street to
speak of the grave beauty of the boy's face.
The second-born has strength for his beauty; when he strips
for swimming the hero shoulders and wrestler loins
Make him seem clothed. The sword: that is: loathsome disfigurements,
blindness, mutilation, locked lips of boys
Too proud to scream.
Reason will not decide at last: the sword will decide.