I was thrust into the
international limelight when The New York Times and other major media
outlets published a photo of me -- bloodied and battered -- crouching
beneath a club-wielding Israeli policeman. The caption identified me as
a Palestinian victim of the new intifada. In fact, however, I am a
20-year-old Jewish student from Chicago, studying at a yeshiva in
Jerusalem.
Here's how it all happened:
It was the eve of Rosh Hashana,
and I hailed a taxi with two of my friends to go visit the Western Wall.
Along the way, the driver took a shortcut through one of the Arab
neighborhoods in Jerusalem. We turned a corner and suddenly there were
about 40 Palestinians surrounding the car. Before we knew it, huge rocks
had smashed all the windows of the taxi.
Some of the Palestinians pulled
open the door and dragged me from the vehicle. About 10 attackers jumped
on top of me, punching and kicking me. I crouched to the ground, and
tried to cover my face to protect myself as much as possible. All I
could see were a flurry of sneakers kicking me in the face.

"An Israeli Policeman and a
Palestinian
on the Temple Mount"
Then I felt a strong pair of
hands grabbing me, and I uncovered my face because I thought someone was
trying to help me. But it was just another Palestinian; he held the back
of my head and punched me square in the face. I fell flat on the ground
and the Palestinians jumped on top of me again. One of them stabbed me
in the back of my leg, ripping through muscles and tendons. Two other
Palestinians held my head so I couldn't move, while two more bashed
rocks onto my head... again and again and again.
By this time the beating had
gone on for about eight minutes. I had already lost three pints of blood
and was losing consciousness. I said "Shema Yisrael" -- the
declaration of faith that a Jew says before he dies. I tried not to
black out, because I was sure if I did it would be the end.
Because it was the eve of Rosh
Hashana, the image of a shofar flashed through my mind, and I recalled a
Biblical story I'd learned in school. The prophet Gideon and his 300 men
were badly outnumbered against the Midianite army of 130,000. So
Gideon's troops banged pots and blew shofars, hoping that the noise
would scare the enemy. With God's help, the ploy worked, and Gideon won
the battle.
So I yelled at the top of my
lungs. The Palestinians were startled momentarily, and I was able to get
up and run. Unfortunately, I am heavily nearsighted and my contact
lenses had fallen out. So there I was -- barely able to see a thing,
with blood pouring down my face and my leg badly wounded -- being chased
up a hill by 40 Palestinians throwing rocks at me.
It was a miracle, but I somehow
outran them and reached a gas station where Israeli soldiers were
posted.
I collapsed on the ground, and
that's when a group of freelancer photographers started snapping
pictures. An Israeli policeman was protecting me, yelling at the
Palestinians to back off from finishing the lynching. But the photo --
sent throughout the world by the Associated Press -- identified me as a
Palestinian. The obvious implication was that the Israeli policeman had
just beaten me. In truth, it was the total opposite. I was a Jewish
victim of Palestinian attackers.
It's bad enough to be beaten
bloody, get stitches up and down my head, and have my leg so severely
stabbed that therapy is required to regain use of it. But to be used as
a pawn in the media war, as part of the Palestinian propaganda to gain
international sympathy, well, that hurts even more.
When a photo gets published,
there are many links in the chain, and in this case, I don't know where
the fault for the garbled caption lies. But it is deeply disturbing that
the New York Times, the Associated Press (and everyone else in-between)
assumed that if it's a victim, it must be a Palestinian.
There is a great struggle here
in Israel and this event highlights the power of the media to influence
public opinion. If truth is to prevail, we can't just "read"
the newspaper. Be discerning and become part of the process. Otherwise,
you're just a passive object of someone else's agenda.
Who are the innocent victims
and who are the aggressors? The truth is often the opposite of how it
appears.