Revelling with Paul Adams at the BBC

Drama of despair at Tel Aviv embassy By Paul Adams is an excellent study of how the BBC reporters who are anti-Israel biased (there are actually persosn such as this despite what local and head office officers claim is otherwise) ply their trade.

Juxtaposition, out-of-context, discombobulation, emotion, unrelated scenes, etc., etc., et al.

They came in their thousands, on a muggy evening at the end of August, to ask a simple question: "What's become of our missing boys?" - the three Israeli soldiers, whose abductions triggered the parallel crises in Gaza and Lebanon.


Their families, friends and supporters, gathered in Rabin Square - traditional home to Israeli demonstrations - to demand their return, with the country weary and frustrated by this latest, inconclusive, upheaval.

A few blocks away, another "missing boy", a lone figure, tormented and filled with his own private despair, prepared to make his dramatic protest.

His chosen spot, the modest, rather plain British Embassy, on a busy road close to the beach. Ignoring the security gate and the high metal railings, he neatly scaled an adjoining wall and dropped down into the embassy compound. Onto British soil.

He then pulled a gun, said he wanted asylum in Europe and threatened to shoot himself.

While traffic roared past, Israelis headed for the beach and the demonstrators gathered nearby, the gunman settled down for a long wait. Israeli anti-terrorist police and negotiators were quickly on the scene, but they were in no hurry either.

...Nadim Injaz is a man without a home, without friends, afraid for his life, trapped by more than a decade of bad luck and bad decisions. His story sheds light on the moral corruption in the West Bank and Gaza Strip after 39 years of occupation.

I talked to a human rights researcher who knows him and believes his story to be substantially true.

Here follows the supposed story of a collaborator and it ends:-

And so, there he was, slumped against the embassy wall, all options exhausted, asking for - but not really expecting to be given - asylum.
Night fell and over in Rabin Square, the demonstrators, 40,000 strong, urged the country not to forget its missing soldiers. Two very different statements, but each rooted in the human cost of Israel's unresolved relations with its Arab neighbours.

We stood across the road from the embassy, waiting for Nadim, or the police, to make a move.

The beachgoers drifted home, pausing briefly to look, and sometimes to ask what was happening. Israelis have grown used to these small daily dramas - they glance up, wonder what the Palestinians are up to now, assess the level of danger and move on.

Suddenly, in a flurry of bodies, it was over. Nadim was overpowered and taken away. The gun was plastic.

As we left, well after midnight, the city's revellers were out in force. We switched on the news. For some reason, there was no mention of Nadim, or the missing soldiers.

(Kippah tip: EH)