Some of our professional traitors are already beginning to make the comparison between this weeks butchery of four Jews as they stood in prayer with the Dr. Baruch Goldstein shootings in 1994.. The peaceful praying men in Jerusalem threatened no one. Their crime was being Jewish and perhaps praying as a Jew.
First a few words about Dr. Goldstein:
Dr. Baruch Goldstein could have had a wonderful career in the USA, first in his class in Einstein medical school. However he chose to make his home in Hebron and serve as the regional physician there.
He was adored by all .
Parents would 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 for you as long as I can” He ended up sitting at her bed side reciting Psalms.
There was a bad car accident near Kiryat Arba involving an army jeep. At the scene, he saw a badly injured Ethiopian soldier. He asked for his parents’ phone 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 killed he treated his good friend and his son after a terror attack upon them. They died in his arms.
Now we come to Purim and the day of the events.
The army had warned Dr Goldstein of coming trouble – a pogrom. He was asked to enlarge his emergency room and prepare for the worst.
He braced for the Arab fury, as warned by the army and as evidenced by the open Arab preparations on their mosque loudspeakers and posters. “Stock up on food and water” There will be a curfew”
That evening he went to the Patriarchs cave to hear the Purim Megila read.
A very unusual number of young Arabs were in the building chanting “slaughter the Jews!”
Why the army allowed them in is a puzzle.
They say he was 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 for the second reading.
He returned that afternoon with his rifle in uniform (major) and managed to eliminate 28 of the chanting “youths”. He was then bludgeoned to death.
There was no pogrom that year.
He 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, dedicated person in my life.
May his memory be a blessing for us all.