Friday, August 24, 2001

Unilateral Retreat

Unilateral Retreat
August 24, 2001

Again, yesterday was one of those days. Another one too many. Gunfire can never be defined as fun. Especially when it is aimed at you, your wife, children, family, friends, acquaintances, soldiers, etc.

Seeing anyone hit by gunfire is appalling, especially when the gunfire could have been prevented. Pictures of children injured by terrorist acts, by terrorist gunfire, is close to being the bottom of the barrel. A child, lying in the street, his face covered by an oxygen mask, with medics and doctors trying to save his life, with his mother hovering over him, praying to G-d that her son will live, this is a very difficult picture to stomach.

What could be worse? Seeing two brothers, one lying next to the other, both of whom were shot and wounded by the same bullet. The mother has to pray for two children, not only one.

Needless to say, preferable are the pictures of such children who live, as opposed to those who die. In Hebron, we have witnessed both.

Yesterday’s victim’s, thank G-d, will recover. Tzvi-El Meshulam’s condition has much improved. The doctors were able to quickly stop internal chest bleeding and remove part of the bullet that pierced his body. His older brother, Matan-El, struck in the hand, was operated on for almost eight hours last night. Following surgery doctors reported that after months of physiotherapy and other treatment, they hope Matan-El will recover 80% use of his wounded hand.

A 2nd Meshulam family miracle. The first one, in 1995, came after a Lowe missile hit their apartment. Their then 12-year-old daugher Bat-El, was home alone that morning, not feeling well. The fact that the whole apartment wasn’t destroyed, together with her, was literally a miracle.

Not all families are so lucky. Earlier this week, attending the funeral of a friend’s mother, I found myself face to face with five freshly dug graves, all in a row. The Schuyveschuurder family lost five loved ones: the mother, father and two children. There are no words to describe or express the sensations experienced while standing opposite the burial site of five people from one family, so needlessly killed.

Yet there are others. There are those who live. Sort of. For instance, the Bloomberg’s from Karnei Shomron. The mother, Techiya, was shot and killed. Her husband, Steve, was hit by three bullets, in his face, leg and stomach. The doctors still don’t know if he will ever walk again.

The Bloomberg’s oldest daughter, fourteen and a half year old Tziporah, was hit in the spine. She is paralyzed from the waste down.

And four other children, aged 7 to 13, remain at home. Without a father, without a mother, without their oldest sister. They have almost no other family. They have no maternal grandparents. Their paternal grandparents are elderly and live in England. They are virtually left to themselves. That is what is left of their lives. (See:
Over the past few hours journalists have been questioning me about last night’s operation on the Shalhevet (Abu Sneneh) hills. “Are you happy or satisfied with two houses being blown up? Is this enough?” 

First of all, last night’s short return to Abu Sneneh is much too little, much too late. The two houses, in the past a source of Arafat-initiated gunfire on Jewish neighborhoods in Hebron, should have disappeared off the face of the earth immediately after the beginning of shooting attacks, eleven months ago. And if not then, at least following the shooting and murder of Shalhavet Pass, in March. The ‘white house’ and the ‘brown house,’ as they were called, were empty for months. It is doubtful if any attacks occurred from within their walls for quite a long time. Their destruction was solely a symbolic act, saying to Arafat, “We have the ability to return to Abu Sneneh, and we might do it again.”

However, this is far from enough. Perhaps a good start, but nothing more than that. We aren’t interested in symbolic acts, lots of noise or a good show. We are interested in seeing an end to the shooting. We demand an end to the attacks. We want to be able to walk and drive the streets, to stand on our porches or next to our windows without risking our lives. That should not be too much to ask.

The only way this will be accomplished is when the IDF climbs the Abu Sneneh and Harat a’Shech hills and stays there. Senior military sources, including the Commander of Judea and Samaria, and the Deputy Chief of Staff have said, last night, and today, that this possibility does exist. The question is, what must happen before Prime Minister Ariel Sharon gives the orders? Must more bullets be shot at us, must another child be hit by terrorist gunfire, or G-d forbid, another life lost? Why  is Sharon waiting? He knows that last night’s short return to Abu Sneneh will not bring to an end to the shooting. So what is he waiting for?
For the past few weeks the Israeli media has been flashing around the idea of a unilateral Israeli separation from the Arabs (otherwise called “palestinians”).  The media, together with the left, is pushing this concept, trying to make people believe that it is a viable solution to today’s conflict. They have seemingly concluded that Arafat is not a “partner” and never will be. If we can’t make a deal with him then the next best thing is to “separate ourselves” from him.

Such short memories people have.

It was less than a year and a half ago that Ehud Barak decided to “separate” Israel, unilaterally, from the Hizballah in South Lebanon. One night the Israeli army fled, leaving behind weapons, and our then ally, the Lebanese Christians, who had so helped us in our battle against the Lebanese and Syrian terrorist forces who attacked our northern border cities.

The result of that “unilateral withdrawal” has been the so-called “second intifada,” or the Oslo War, declared by Arafat almost a year ago. Arafat then learned, if you kill enough Jews, they will flee. If it could be done in Lebanon, then why not in Judea, Samaria and Gazza?  With that thought came the declaration of war, bringing with it over 150 Israelis dead and thousands wounded.

Not only that. The forces we so desired to separate ourselves from, Hizballah, is not only kidnapping Israeli soldiers on the northern border. They too have become actively involved in Arafat’s war, supplying knowledge, manpower and weapons.

Yet the Israeli left, ill with serious amnesia, is attempting to bring additional catastrophe upon our country. “If you can’t live with them, run away.” That is, in other words, the definition of unilateral separation. It is an almost total withdrawal from Judea, Samaria and Gazza, uprooting hundreds of communities, and transferring almost 200,000 Jews from their homes. Leaving it all to Arafat.

What will happen next. Arafat will take a good look at the game board and move his piece again. To Tel Aviv, Kfar Saba, Petach Tikva, Haifa and Eilat. Why not? It worked twice already, so why shouldn’t it work again? What solution will the Israeli left then suggest?

The only solution is to stand up and fight. To stop playing games, to call Arafat’s bluff, and to KO him. Because, it really is a bluff. Arafat knows that he cannot militarily defeat us. He is counting on our “humanitarian conscience” to save him.  If he is unwilling to stop the war then let’s turn the tables, forcing him to declare a “unilateral separation” or better phrased, a “unilateral retreat” from Yesha. Better them than us.

Thursday, August 23, 2001

The Girls from New York

The Girls from New York
Aug 23, 2001


I’d like to tell you this evening about an example of heroism.

Two weeks ago a group of seven young women associated with the
Chabad Lubovitch movement arrived here, all from Brooklyn, New York.
Their mission: to volunteer in Hebron for two weeks.

These days, with war raging all around us, I have nothing but admiration
for anyone who comes to visit us in Hebron. Don’t get me wrong – I
think people should come and visit us here, thereby showing Arafat’s
armed forces that their guns will not scare us away. Yet, I understand
that many people are afraid, and I can’t really complain. Our criticism is
directed against Ariel Sharon, who has allowed Arafat’s attacks to turn
into a war of attrition, rather than finish it, once and for all.

In any case, anyone who comes in for a day tour is to be looked up to.
Those brave souls who spend a Shabbat here, and we do have groups of
Israelis and some tourists who do spend an entire Shabbat here, can only
be commended. But to come in for two weeks, that’s really very special.

The women, ranging in age from 18 to 25, spent most of their mornings
with Hebron’s children, assisting with the summer recreation program. I
knew they had acclimatized very well when my own children came home
one day and couldn’t stop talking about the precious new councilors
who spoke a lot of English and wanted the children to help them learn

During the afternoons, the women took it upon themselves to clean up the
Ashkenazi cemetery near Tel Rumeida. This cemetery was used primarily
by Chabad after they arrived in Hebron in the early 1800s. One of the
most prestigious personalities interred at the cemetery is Menucha Rachel
Shneerson Slonim, who was the granddaughter of the founder of the
Lubovitch movement, known as the Alter Rebbi, or the Ba’al HaTanya.

Menucha Rachel was a very very special person. It is told that as a young
woman she desired to live in Eretz Yisrael. Her father, the Middler Rebbi
refused, saying that was it was much too dangerous here. Menucha
Rachel fell ill, and her doctors informed her parents to pray, for prayer
was the only medicine left to save her. Menucha Rachel’s father came to
her and whispered in her ear, saying, “if you recover, you can go live in
Eretz Yisrael.”

Menucha Rachel did recover, married Yosef Culi Slonim, journeyed to
Eretz Yisrael and made her home in Hebron, where she lived for decades.

In Hebron Menucha Rachel was a pillar of the community, taking part in
every day life and decisions. But she was also looked upon as a spiritual
leader, as was her father and grandfather.

Menucha Rachel’s father’s successor in the line of Chabad Rebbis was
know as the Tzemech Tzedek. Following the death of the Tzemech
Tzedek’s wife, and the passing of Menucha Rachel’s husband, the
Tzemech Tzedek wrote to Menucha Rachel, asking her to marry him.
Menucha Rachel responded, “I am a shaliach, or representative here in
Hebron. If you want to marry me, you’ll have to come here.”

Needless to say, they did not marry.

After her passing, at almost 90 years of age, Menucha Rachel was
buried in Hebron, in what is today known as the Ashkenazi cemetery.
Several years ago the well-known Australian philanthropist, Rabbi
Yosef Gutnick, financed the renovating of Menucha Rachel’s grave site.
However, unfortunately over the past few years, and especially during
the past 10 months of war, the site has been vandalized and desecrated
time and time again, by Arabs who have no respect for the living and no
respect for the dead.

Our new visitors decided to do something about the sorry state of the
cemetery and every afternoon spent hours cleaning it up, trying restore
some of its past dignity.

One day last week, at about 6:00 in the evening Arafat’s armed forces
started shooting from the Harat a’Shech hills in the direction of Tel
Rumeida and the cemetery. All of a sudden seven girls from New York
found themselves under enemy gunfire. They didn’t lose their cool. Very
quickly they ran up to a small building and took cover until Hebron
security personal were able to safely evacuate them. An older woman
escorting the group, was slightly wounded when a bullet hit a rock right
next to her and the rock ricocheted onto her forehead. Fortunately and
miraculously, she was not seriously hurt.

Less than an hour after the incident, with massive shooting all around us,
I found the girls sitting relaxed in a Tel Rumeida caravan home, reading
stories to children, photographing the battle noises around them, smiling
and acting as if nothing abnormal had just happened to them. When I

asked them if they wanted to leave they all jumped and said no, of course
not. Most of them wanted to stay in Hebron, even after their two weeks
were up. As a matter of fact some of the girls did stay longer than they
originally planned on. And they all said that they want to come back in
the future.

So, my friends, this is a true story of true Jewish heroism, the story of
seven girls from New York, who wanted to contribute something to
their brethren in Hebron. Even in the face of death, they refused to run
away. Rather, they followed in the traditions of their great-grandmothers,
beginning with the Matriarchs, Sarah, Rivka, Lea and Rachel, and in the
footsteps of Menucha Rachel Shneerson Slonim, who too refused to take
no for an answer, even when the dangers seemed so great.

I want to take this opportunity to thank all the girls who helped us here
in Hebron, hoping to see them back again, very soon. To Ora Chaya,
Elana, Esther, Shirfa, Tirza, Devora Esther, and Michelle, and Hagar,
who joined them at towards the end, may you all be blessed with all the
blessings of our Patriarchs and Matriarchs.

With blessings from Hebron,

Wednesday, August 22, 2001

A Living Ideal

A Living Ideal
August 22, 2001
Earlier this month I hosted two American tourists in my home. We spoke for over an hour and a half, with my two guests peppering me with questions. They weren't asking just for the sake of asking. They really wanted to know and understand. The truth is that there is much that is indeed incomprehensible, which I also tried to convey.

One of the questions that perturbed them was: How do we justify so many soldiers needed to provide defense for so few people in Hevron?

I answered the question on three different levels:

First, we are not responsible for the fact that there are so few people here. If we were allowed to build on property we legally own, there would be hundreds, and possibly even thousands, more Jews living in Hevron today. However, due to the unrelenting restrictions decreed upon us, obtaining building permits can take years.

Second, the policy of the government of Israel has always been to protect Jews, wherever they may be, at whatever cost. Anyone traveling up north, near the border with Lebanon and Syria, will find thousands of Israeli troops stationed there, defending such cites as Kiryat Shmona and Metulla, as well as kibbutzim and moshavim. Without that strong military presence on the border, our northern enemies would constantly attack those areas. Just as people in Kiryat Shmona are deserving of whatever security measures are necessary for their full safety, so too must Hevron's Jewish residents be provided with whatever is militarily essential for our well-being.

However, the most important reason I left for last: The real question that must be faced concerns how we view our existence in the Land of Israel. Is our existence here for our own personal good, for our own personal comfort? Or are we here for other, more significant reasons? If our living in Israel is simply for personal comfort, then, of course, why should anyone risk their lives for a few people? After all, what difference do a few strangers make to anyone's life? If we live in Eretz Yisrael because the land is a means to an end, that end being personal, material benefit, then it would indeed be difficult to justify spending so much money, risking so many lives, for such a few others.

On the other hand, if our priorities are not self-centered, if our main motivation is ideological, than a few lives may be worth more than words can express. If living in Israel is not a means to an end, rather it is an end in and of itself, if our being here is for the good of the entire people, not only for this moment, but for the long run, the picture looks a little different. Then we must examine what we do in a different perspective, a perspective of eternity.

One of our problems today is that people see only as far as their own nose, but not any further. Those who resettled Eretz Yisrael in the late eighteen hundreds, the early nineteen hundreds and following World War II did not work, sweat, and die for a fleeting pleasure. Many of them had the ability to look ahead, to realize that rebuilding Israel is achievement of a dream which had united, and to a great degree kept alive, the Jewish people for two thousand years. Our modern founding fathers were living ideals. Their personal comforts, their personal lives were not primary, or even secondary. What was important was the good of the whole. That was the way the State of Israel came into existence in the twentieth century.

Today, in many circles, that ideal has been lost. But not by all.

That ideal is what motivated a group of seven families to live in caravan homes in the Tel Rumeida neighborhood of Hevron, the original, Biblical Hevron. Their living conditions are beyond description. The walls of their homes are paper-thin. They have been targeted by Arafat's armed forces for over 10 months and their houses are frequently hit by terrorist gunfire. The bullets penetrate the walls and literally fly from room to room, before finally stopping. Only miracle after miracle has prevented casualties and tragedy. Yet those families live there, not for themselves, not for any material reward, but because they too are living an ideal, living in the shadow of Abraham and Sarah, in the shadow of King David, in the shadow of Jews who lived in this neighborhood for hundreds and thousands of years.

Earlier this month, the Israeli Supreme Court rejected claims by Hevron Arabs and Israeli left-wing activists aimed at preventing construction of permanent housing for Tel Rumeida's residents. Hopefully, in the near future, the Tel Rumeida neighborhood will consist not of seven families, but of 70 families, living not in paper-thin caravans, but in full-fledged homes. Then, learning from the Tel Rumeida example, living and fulfilling ideals even at the cost of personal comfort and safety, no one will want or need to ask, "Why must Israeli soldiers risk their lives for so few people?"

Sunday, August 5, 2001

The Gazan Horse

The Gazan Horse
August 5, 2001

Everybody's talking about it - the hit list. Or rather, I should say, hit lists. Because there's more than one.

Let's start with the list presented to the "neutral Americans." Arafat's henchmen demanded that Israel arrest all those so-called "Jewish terrorists" on the list. If not, they would be eliminated.

Who heads this list? Terrorist number one is none other than Hebron leader Noam Arnon, one of the most well-known "ultra right-wing extremists." What other adjectives can be used to describe a Jew living in Hebron, working in Hebron, praying at Ma'arat HaMachpela, rebuilding the roots of the Jewish people, the city of the Patriarchs and Matriarchs, where David began ruling before his ascent to Jerusalem? This, of course, portrays the archetype of a genuine Jewish terrorist.

Hebron should actually be proud. Three of the five names publicly announced, on a list of over 50 people, are Hebron residents. The other two are the infamous Baruch Marzel and Noam Federman, both of whom were active in the now outlawed "terrorist organization," Kach. Marzel was Rabbi Meir Kahane's second in command, becoming the Kach director following Rabbi Kahane's murder. Noam Federman was the Kach spokesman.

Just to set the record straight, terrorist Baruch Marzel, is personally responsible for having brought literally tens of thousands of Jews to Hebron over the past few years. During the Netanyahu-Peres election campaign Baruch Marzel single-handedly arranged the visits to Hebron of major Rabbinic leaders throughout Israel, leaders who later instructed their followers and congregations to vote for Netanyahu. I dare to say that without Marzel's work, we would have received Peres in 1996. As bad as Bibi was, we can only estimate the irrevocable harm Peres would have caused, had he then been elected.

As for Noam Federman, he has been acquitted more than 30 times by Israeli courts. Despite the fact that he does not yet have a law degree, he has been known to wrap judges around his little finger while defending both himself and others in court.

So that is one hit list.

There's another one, published by a 2nd Arab terrorist organization. According to media reports it contains 32 names, and is headed by former Chief Rabbi Rav Ovadia Yosef, today head of the Shas political party, and Israeli Chief Rabbi Rav Yisrael Meir Lau. These people are also candidates for elimination.

So, there we have it. Two hit lists, with somewhere in the vicinity of 100 people, marked for murder. That's it. Right?


Last week, a 30 year old man was stabbed in the Old City in Jerusalem and a bomb blew up in the Givat Shaul neighborhood in Jerusalem, as well as near the Mashbir department store on King George Street, in the middle of the city. Three border police were shot and injured in the Shomron. Before that, a bomb was planted in a watermelon, and found on a Jerusalem bus. Tens of mortar rockets were fired at Kfar Darom in Gaza, one of them hitting the home of the Biton family, whose father, Gabbi, was killed by terrorists less than a year ago.

On Tuesday, July 24, the Ha?aretz newspaper printed an article by Danny Rubenstein, in which he divulges the contents of Arafat crony Faisal Husseini's last interview. Husseini, considered by many to be a "moderate Arab leader" orchestrated the so-called "first intifada' and ran Jerusalem for the Palestinian Authority. He was personally responsible for the deaths of hundreds of Jews. Yet, he was thought of as a "moderate Arab statesman." In his last interview, granted a few hours before his death, Rubenstein reveals that "Husseini characterized the Oslo Accords as a Palestinian Trojan Horse that established the PLO and its Chairman Yassir Arafat in the territories an ambush of sorts that paved the way to the present Intifada." Husseini said, "Our final aim is the liberation of all of historical Palestine, from the river to the sea, even if the conflict continues for a thousand years or for many more generations."

In other words, if you haven't yet guessed, the hit lists are not limited to a hundred people. We are all on the hit list. We are all subject to elimination. We are all standing in the way of Arafat's dream, a state from the river to the sea. And we have, with our own two hands, let the Trojan horse romp into our midst. We've let them invade and we have yet to recognize the damage they are causing. The real hit list includes the names of over five million Jews, men, women and children, citizens of the State of Israel, from Eilat to Kiryat Shmona.

The responsibility to break open the Trojan Horse and purge the lethal threat is that of the Israeli government. Unfortunately, Ariel Sharon has allowed his Foreign Minister, Shimon Peres, and his Defense Minister, Binyamin Ben Eliezer, to place blinders over his eyes, even in the face of continued warfare. How can Sharon stand by quietly following the attack on Jews praying at the Western Wall, the Kotel, during Tisha B?Av prayers? Rocks showered down on worshippers, hurled by Arabs incited by Israeli Knesset members Ahmed Tibi and Abdulmalik Dahamshe. Sharon's response is that of an ostrich with his head in the sand. That's what we have, an ostrich versus a Trojan , or perhaps in this case a Gazan horse.

It seems that Peres, Ben Eliezer and even Sharon still don't realize that they too are on Arafat's hit list. The Gazzan horse is exploding, with fallout scattering all over Israel. They have to pull their heads out of the ground before they too, are victims of their own folly.


August 5, 2001

A few years ago an older man, together with a younger woman, walked into my office, here in Hebron.  Seeing them, I asked how I could be of assistance. The gentleman said to me, “My name is Shalom Goldshmidt. My father, Moshe Goldshmidt, was murdered here in Hebron in 1929. I’m here with my daughter, who has never yet visited Hebron. I was told that perhaps you could take us up to the cemetery so that we might visit his grave.”

After picking myself up off the floor, I agreed, and drove them up to the ancient Jewish cemetery adjacent to the Tel Rumeida neighborhood. There, Rabbi Moshe Goldshmidt’s son and granddaughter stood silently by his final resting place, at the plot where 58 of the 67 massacred Hebron Jews were interred.

The Goldschmidt family, Rav Shalom, his son Moshe who lives here in Israel, and his daughter Bassy, became close friends of mine. Every Shabbat Chayai Sarah they spend Shabbat with us in Hebron. A couple of years ago Rav Shalom spent another Shabbat with us. The date was the 18th of Av, exactly 70 years after the slaughter when his father was killed. That day too, was a Shabbat. But it was not a day of rest. It was a day of blood.

Rav Shalom was only four and a half years old at the time. Yet he described the events had happened the day before, and as if he had then been a teenager. He told me how he and his family, mother, father, and two sisters, lived in a house above an Arab family. His father was a butcher and a follower of the Chabad Lubovitch Rebbi, who had just visited Israel and also Hebron. Rav Shalom continued with his story:
“Other families came up to our house. One of the women was pregnant. The Arab murderers started banging on our windows and front door. The other families starting jumping down to the back courtyard, begging the landlord for mercy. Seeing the pregnant woman, the landlord’s wife took pity and allowed them in.

Meanwhile, my father was trying to hold the door closed, preventing the Arabs from breaking in. But they used axes and broke down the door. They stabbed my mother and one of my sisters. I ran into another room with another sister and hid under the bed. Nobody had to tell me to be quiet. I was petrified. The Arabs grabbed my father and pulled him into a room.  Later, when all was quiet I remember seeing my father stretched out, dead. The Arabs tortured him and killed him, burning his head over a kerosene stove.

My mother was badly hurt, but recovered, as did my sister. We later moved to Jerusalem where my mother opened a store. She refused to remarry until all of us had grown up.”

It wasn’t too long ago that journalists visiting Hebron would ask me, “why don’t you trust Arafat? Why don’t you give him a chance? He’s not a terrorist anymore and he’s said that he’d protect you, so why don’t you at least try?”

My answer was not very complicated: “In 1929 there weren’t any so-called settlers. There wasn’t a Jewish state. There were about 1000 Jews who lived in harmony with their Arab neighbors. They so trusted their neighbors that they refused to keep any weapons for self-protection. The day before the riots began, 4 Jews from Jerusalem visited Hebron, bringing weapons with them, and offering them to the Jewish community in Hebron. Yet Hebron’s leadership declined, saying that the weapons would only serve as a provocation. They were sure that their good friends, their Arab neighbors, would protect them.

It’s true that today not all the Arabs in Hebron are terrorists, but then again, in 1929 not all of them were terrorists either. Yet the consequence of trusting the Arabs was a horrid massacre resulting in the expulsion of the remaining Jewish community by the British.

Today too, not all the Arabs in Hebron are terrorists. Yet the potential for exactly the same kind of carnage exists today, as it did then. That is why we cannot, and will not, every put our lives in the hands of our Arab neighbors.

There were those, who hearing my explanation, turned their noses up, the expression on their face saying it all, “You don’t know what you’re talking about. The Arabs have changed.”

Tomorrow is the 72nd anniversary of the 1929 – Tarpat massacre. I ask them, all of those who would ‘trust’ Hebron’s Arabs:
Do you remember two 12 year old boys from Tekoa, stoned to death by Arabs only weeks ago? Do you remember the two Israeli soldiers, murdered and mutilated, only a few months ago. Do you remember 10 month old Shalhevet, shot in the head by Arab terrorist forces here in Hebron, this past March. Or the Kahane couple, or Gilad Zar, or Dr. Shmuel Gillis, or the shephard Yair Har Sinai. Almost 140 Jews, murdered in cold blood. Yet the year is not 1929. It is 2001. Seventy two years later. Yet the deeds are identical. The people are the same. And the lessons are yet to be learned.

Today there is a state of Israel. There is a Prime minister and a defense minister. There is an Israel Defense Forces, whose job is to protect Israelis in the State of Israel. In 1976 the Israeli government sent soldiers to rescue Jews in Entebbe from an otherwise sure death at the hands of terrorists. Yet today, twenty-five years later, the Israeli government refuses to provide adequate protection here, in Israel, in Hebron, even in Gilo in Jerusalem. The government prefers to put our lives, our lives here in Hebron, and our collective lives in the State of Israel, in the hands of mass murderer, Yassir Arafat, trusting him, trusting his word, trusting his signature, trusting his good will.

In 1929, that mistake cost the lives of 67 Jews in Hebron, and the eviction of the rest of the community. What might that same mistake cost us today?

With blessings from Hebron,
This is David Wilder