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Israel withdrew from Gaza in 2005, hoping Israelis would live in prosperous towns located just outside the presumably impregnable ramparts. Israel believed it could keep the proverbial barbarians at the gates by controlling access to water, food supplies and electricity, a misery punctured by the occasional punishing raids to keep them in check. Yet the brutal irony is that Benjamin Netanyahu supported Hamas’ continued control of Gaza as a cynical ploy to deepen the political divisions between the Palestinians in Gaza and the West Bank.
The first Americans I met were the Marines. On July 15, 1958, hundreds of U.S. Marines landed on the beaches of Beirut. They did not storm any fortification, and no hostile force fired at them. They were greeted by curious, mostly happy onlookers, enterprising vendors eager to sell them American cigarettes, familiar nonalcoholic beverages and Lebanese food, and scores of children clamoring for candy, chewing gum and chocolate. I was one of those children. I was barely eight-and-a-half years old.
Nineteen men, driven by the manufactured rage of a whole generation of preachers of violence and armed with a budget of less than half a million dollars, shattered the thin veneer of our civilization and the brittle foundations of our democracy. We flailed violently.
We are witnessing an intense scramble for control of the Middle East among mostly autocratic, disparate regimes, creating new alignments where the fabulous wealth of small states is conjugated with countries boasting larger armies, with proxies and mercenaries as expendable cannon fodder in tow.
These scarred and broken societies, ruled or controlled by merciless men, will remain in constant ferment for the foreseeable future.