On a désormais les spectateurs israëliens de la guerre de Gaza, qui observent, du haut des collines israëliennes surplombant la ville martyre, le spectacle divertissant de civils se faisant bombarder, et commentant ce qui est une guerre, avec son cortège de crimes, comme un match de foot. Même le Wall Street Journal, pourtant guère sensible à une introversion critique excessive s’agissant d’Israël, s’en fait l’écho dans un article récent:
Moti Danino sat Monday in a canvas lawn chair on a sandy hilltop on Gaza’s border, peering through a pair of binoculars at distant plumes of smoke rising from the besieged territory.
An unemployed factory worker, he comes here each morning to watch Israel’s assault on Hamas from what has become the war’s peanut gallery — a string of dusty hilltops close to the border that offer panoramic views across northern Gaza.
He is one of dozens of Israelis who have arrived from all over Israel, some with sack lunches and portable radios tuned to the latest reports of the battle raging in front of them. Some, like Mr. Danino, are here to egg on friends and family members in the fight.
Others have made the trek, they say, to witness firsthand a military operation — so far, widely popular inside Israel — against Hamas, the militant group that controls the Gaza Strip.
Over the weekend, four teenagers sat on a hill near Mr. Danino’s, oohing and aahing at the airstrikes. Nadav Zebari, who studies Torah in Jerusalem, was eating a cheese sandwich and sipping a Diet Coke.
« I’ve never watched a war before, » he said. A group of police officers nearby took turns snapping pictures of one another with smoking Gaza as a backdrop. « I want to feel a part of the war, » one said, before correcting himself with the official government designation for the assault. « I mean operation. It’s not a war. » (…)
Mr. Danino has a personal link to the fighting. His 20-year-old son, Moshe, is a soldier in an infantry unit fighting somewhere below his hilly perch. From the sidelines, he is here to root for his son the soldier, he says, just as he once sat on the sidelines of soccer fields cheering for his son the high-school athlete.
Jocelyn Znaty, a stout 60-year-old nurse for Magen David Adom, the Israeli counterpart of the Red Cross, can hardly contain her glee at the site of exploding mortars below in Gaza.
« Look at that, » she shouts, clapping her hands as four artillery rounds pound the territory in quick succession. « Bravo! Bravo! » (…)
« It’s weird that we have to take lives in order to save lives, » Ms. Znaty says. « But we were held hostage by Hamas while our government ignored us, and now we fight back. I am sorry, but I am happy. » (…)
Many Israelis see the Gaza offensive as a welcome change. « I come here because our army is finally doing something, showing the world that we are not weak, » says Mr. Danino, the unemployed factory worker. On his hilltop overlooking Gaza, Mr. Danino has taken to quarterbacking the assault from his folding chair.
Having sat here for much of the past week, he now fancies himself something of an expert. He says, for example, that Palestinian militants are fond of firing rockets from the cover of a distant block of greenhouses.
When a plume of smoke — the result of an Israeli attack — rose from what appears to be empty farmland Monday, Mr. Danino shook his head. « No, no, no, » he said. « We should be hitting the greenhouses. »
Ne croyez pas qu’il s’agit là d’un cas isolé – voici par exemple, dans un magazine MSM (Time), d’autres cas:
Below the choppers, a dozen Israeli spectators perched on a hilltop watched with anticipation. A minute went by and the first Apache fired a Hellfire missile, which went rumbling into the Palestinian side of the border. A few seconds later the crowd broke into cheers at the resulting sight: somewhere between the Jibalya refugee camp and the outskirts of Gaza city a ball of heavy black smoke was rising. (…)
Itay Avni, 32, who lives in the nearby Kibbutz of Nir-Am (population 400) is overjoyed at the Israeli assault on Gaza. He was among the crowd watching the Apaches launch their missiles. « Yesterday more then a hundred people from all around were here on this hilltop enjoying to the scene of dozens of aerial raids on Hamas military targets inside the Gaza strip, » he says. « If I had opened an ice-cream stand here I would have made a lot money. » He adds, « Exultation is the word to describe my feelings. At last, after eight years of defense alerts and hundreds of mortar shells, of Qassam rockets fired at our kibbutz and the area, there is finally some retaliation. People are here to see it happening for real. »
Vous je ne sais pas, mais moi ça me fait penser à ces visages hilares assistant, dans le Deep South étatsunien, à des lynchages, ou dans la France de la Libération, au spectacle de femmes tondues. Ceux qui étaient choqués par le spectacle largement diffusé de trois pelés et deux tondus palestiniens se réjouissant au lendemain du 11 septembre 2001, le sont-ils également aujourd’hui, où le spectacle de ces morts-là est-il légitime, lui?
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