Last week, my daughter who lives in Beer Sheva assured me, “No need to worry, Jews and Arabs get along fine here.” Today, before we could read the news and panic, she texted us. A coworker had just gotten off a bus the moment before it was attacked by a terrorist with an M-16 rifle grabbed from the soldier he had just killed.
That night she went to a ladies-only party. For a group activity, they made self-defense weapons to carry on the street. She made a bottle of nail polish water. Apparently, there’s no mace or pepper sprays left in the stores.
No, this is not just a spate of random killings. It’s terror. As my daughter put it, everyone says they prefer rockets falling from the sky to knife-stabbers lurking in dark places. Rockets come with a siren.
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