----- Original Message ----- From: <carried@carrieon.com> To: <bcnole@bellsouth.net> Sent: Friday, November 12, 2004 9:23 PM Subject:
Re: press release ARAFAT IS DEAD THERE IS A GOD

You may forward the piece. I cannot offer that I have disdain. I dont know what I have anymore. For the media, yes, I have disappointment. Building an icon out of a man known to be a pedophile, engaging in behaviors we find culturally wrong, I shake my head. I do acknowledge hope as he presented himself to his people is lost but the details- the details are so so important and forgotten. Almost makes me want to curl up and cry.
Telling the truth as it is without bias is so easy.

I did note the irony in his death being announced on Veterans Day. I was at the wall with the vietnam soldiers. We did discuss the irony. For the moment, at least, I will gather my breath.....
Love as always

Thanks so much for sharing. I can certainly understand your personal distain for this godfather of modern terrorism. You have said it so well. I am sick of hearing our crazy liberal media talking about him as if he were a hero. It he had gotten his wish to be buried on the Temple Mount, I think I would have joined the holy war to remove his disgusting filthy body from that holy place.

Do you mind if I forward your piece to my big Republican e-mail list exactly as you sent it to me? Many of these people read with great approval your piece about our Operation Iraqi School Children and our Sgt. Danny.

How appropriate that he should die on our Veteran's day (many of whom he helped to kill) and the midnight after your brother's birthday.

November 10, 2004 Contact: Carrie Devorah FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE 011 202 785 0626 or 562.688.2883 carried@carrieon.com

ARAFAT IS DEAD- THERE IS A GOD I am not silent about Arafat's death. I have no energy to celebrate the passing of a madman. I am worn from watching, until I could not watch anymore, media coverage glorifying throughout the night of his dastardly handiwork. I had no emotion when person after person was brought on camera praising the devil's incarnate without one voice from the families of the murdered. And I listened as the roll call began of prominent enemies of Israel dignifying him with comments other than what should have been uttered, "no comment."

Watch. Listen. As the enemies of Israel declare themselves by honoring Arafat. Clinton. Chirac. Kofi Anan. The list will grow. As will the tires burning in Ramallah. Not Palestine. Ramallah. I shake my head watching as media continues to bury history with badly researched articles spinning Transjordan, Palestine, off newsprint, into a virtual existence. How can they forget that Palestine exists today filled with Jews, Christians and Muslims. Arafat was only about expulsion of the Jewish people from a corner of Palestine. One murder at a time.

Dancing on Arafat's grave will not bring back my brother. Nor will it bring back the dead he built his career on. Nor will it provide for his 7 orphaned children. They could not celebrate Chezi's birthday with him on November 8th. How quickly Arafat's crimes are forgotten.
How sad the poverty Abu Amman sunk his people both sides of the green line into goes ignored.

I am avenging my brother's murder. I will continue to by writing, educating and telling the world what they are seeing or choosing to ignore. In Judaism, we are told, Zechor, to remember. I will remind.
So the next generation will not forget what media and diplomacy chooses to overlook- changing history by ignoring history. Never ever again, on my watch.