Every time I hear the voice of David Ben-Gurion uttering the words "Therefore we are gathered here…" I think of Issar Barsky, a charming youngster, the little brother of a girl-friend of mine.

"Hey! Take your hands off me! Not you! You!!!" - the voice of a young woman in the darkened cinema, an old joke. "Hey! Take your hands off Tibet!" the international chorus is crying out, "But not from Chechnya! Not from the Basque homeland! And certainly not from Palestine!" And that is not a joke.

Dear Ben Dror Yemini,

I read your posting on the NRG website about Zochrot (Hebrew). I read, and thought to myself, "Forget it." Why make the effort to respond? The differences between us seem so great, and I'd have to write so much even to get within hearing distance, so that even now, while I'm sitting and writing, I say to myself again, "Forget it; why even bother. Get on with your life." I'm strongly tempted to drop the whole thing. But there's something else tempting me, my fingers itching on the keyboard, to join the cockfight. Perhaps because of the tremendous distance I'd have to travel to reach you, it's easier and more tempting to get within shouting distance, rather than close enough for an actual conversation. I'm tempted. You yelled, "Enemy!" I'll yell back, "Fascist!" You yelled, "Warped!" I'll respond, "Racist!" You yelled, "Hamasnik!" I'll cry, "Settleroist!" And we'll go on like that until both of us are dead, hopefully in the fullness of our years, two bitter, hoarse foes.

After the massacre of the young Yeshiva students in the neighborhood of Kiryat Moshe, a mere four minute drive from my house, I saw in my minds eye (and then on TV) the parents and family members of these kids. I must admit it brought tears to my eyes, as it is hard to conceive of 15 and 16 year olds lying injured on the library floor, remembering that these are my people who speak my language. It is true that I felt the same when seeing the massacred children in Gaza, even though they were not my people, and did not speak my language. Only he who truly mourns the murder of an innocent Palestinian child, can also identify with all his heart with a murdered innocent Israeli child. The blood of the innocent flows freely in this land, and those who believe in peace primarily dream of an end to the bloodshed. My spiritual and ideological objection to Merkaz Harav Yeshiva does not detract from this in any way. One should first show respect to the bereavement and pain, and only then reckon with the religious Right, as I intend to do in this article.

This is not a joke (and this is not a week for jokes). It is a lesson in psychology. I was reminded of it when I read Ehud Olmert's statement that more than anything else he was furious about the outburst of joy in Gaza after the attack in Jerusalem, in which eight yeshiva students were killed.

We Israelis live in a world of ghosts and monsters. We do not conduct a war against living persons and real organizations, but against devils and demons which are out to destroy us. It is a war between the Sons of Light and the Sons of Darkness, between absolute good and absolute evil. That's how it looks to us, and that's how it looks to the other side, too.

One man is responsible for the current killing in Gaza Ghetto – Israel's Defense Minister - Ehud Barak.

The escalation in and around the Gaza Strip is causing terrible suffering to people - to men, women, elderly and children, Palestinian as well as Israeli civilians.

It's difficult to say this politely, but Germany's Chancellor should really have been the last person to justify Israel's mistreatment of the population of the Gaza Strip. Not that anyone should justify the violations of international law committed by Israel against the Palestinian people as a whole, in the occupied territories in particular, and against the Gaza Strip especially. But Ms Merkel should have thought twice before opening her mouth.

Recently a group of archaeologists got together with residents of the village of Silwan in East Jerusalem to create an alternative archaeology. Aware of the ongoing erosion of the meaning of the word "archaeology", and concerned with the political use to which archaeological research has been put, they decided to establish an organization that would try instead to represent a different archaeology. The group is called "From Shiloah to Silwan".