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Israel's enemies attack Israel about everything, even its vaccination program
The Palestinian Authority was not interested in Israel's vaccine program. They are responsible for the Arab population in the area.
The recent peace accords with a number of additional Arab states created a certain euphoria in Israel. These agreements were not only a great setback for the Palestinian Arabs. They also came as a shock to those Westerners looking away from, minimizing or whitewashing the Palestinian genocide promoters and the death cult, which permeates Palestinian Arab society. Many of these Westerners can best be characterized as progressive perverts.
Yet the new agreements with four Arab states caused the Israeli leadership to pay even less attention to the ongoing hate campaigns against Israel by its many enemies. That became clear once again after the start of the massive Israeli vaccination campaign.
For objective observers, Israel's vaccination campaign is a success story. So far a much larger percentage of Israel’s population has been vaccinated than that of any other country. Many foreign politicians and media have lauded Israel for it.
Yet a number of long term – partly part time – Western enemies of Israel have used Israel’s vaccination success to malign the country. Palestinians may have invented the fake accusation that Israel is responsible for vaccinating the Palestinians in parallel with that of Israel’s citizens living on the 'West Bank'. Various Westerners followed.
One such part-time enemy of Israel who made this claim is the British weekly, The Observer. The paper published an article titled, "Palestinians excluded from Israeli Covid vaccination rollout as jabs go to settlers".
This article was also published on January 3 in its sister daily, The Guardian. Written by Israeli correspondent Oliver Holmes together with Hazem Balousha in Gaza, it stated: "Israel is celebrating an impressive, record-setting vaccination drive, having given initial jabs of coronavirus shots to more than a 10th of the population. But Palestinians in the Israeli-occupied West Bank and Gaza can only watch and wait." The background given for their story was: “Israeli, Palestinian and international rights groups have accused Israel of dodging moral, humanitarian and legal obligations as an occupying power during the pandemic.” The article slso falsely suggests that Gaza is occupied by Israel. Yet there are no Israelis in that territory. The 'West Bank' is not Israeli occupied either but “disputed territory.” There was never a Palestinian state.
Various anti-Israel media and other enemies of Israel joined in the chorus that Israel is obliged to vaccinate the Palestinians. Official Israeli sources explained that there is no legal basis for this. Perhaps more important, the Palestinian Authority was not even interested in this. It controls part of the 'West Bank' and under the 1995 Oslo II Accord is responsible for the Palestinian population in the territory. It has been pursuing its own procurement options, and announced contracts with four producers, including the makers of Russia’s Sputnik V.
The Israeli authorities left the country’s verbal defense mainly to private bodies and volunteers. In an interview with CNN, Gideon Saar, a former Likud minister, who will run at the head of the New Hope party in the upcoming elections said: "I think that the Palestinian Authority has enough money to pay salaries to terrorists murderers, to those who are getting rewards for crimes they are doing against Israel….If they [Palestinians] have money for that, they can take care of their residents.”
On January 12, The Guardian continued its attack on Israel. It published an article by Hagai El-Ad, the executive director of radical leftist B’tselem, titled “We are Israel's largest human rights group – and we are calling this apartheid.” The article could have alternatively been titled “We are a leading Israeli rights group for Palestinian murderers’” The article was also published by the French left wing daily Le Monde.
While accusing Israel of apartheid there is not a word in El-Ad’s article about the promotion of murder of Israelis by the Palestinian leadership and the death cult permeating Palestinian society. The Guardian editors who decided to publish this piece must have known how distorted its content was.
A few days later, on January 17, came the next step in the Guardian’s depraved program against Israel. It used the extreme Israel maligner EL-Ad’s article -- which it should not have published -- as the basis for an editorial. It was titled: “The Guardian view on Israel and apartheid: prophecy or description?” It contained no quotes about genocide against Jews or promoting murdering them from Palestinian Arab leaders. Yet it mentioned the comparisons of Israel to an apartheid state of the leading anti-Israel hate mongers Bishop Desmond Tutu and Jimmy Carter.
Due to the absence of an Israeli anti-propaganda agency, the country’s enemies such as The Guardian and The Observer can freely malign it. They have little to worry about possible reactions. Yet a normal Israeli response should have been: “how do we hit these enemies back where they are most vulnerable?”
Foreign media which have correspondents in Israel broadly fall into two main categories - journalists who try to give a balanced interpretation of what happens and media representatives who are anti-Israeli propagandists masking as journalists. Israel treats them equally by giving all of them press cards.
There is mainly one significant case in the past where Israel tried to teach foreign media a lesson. In 2003 the Israeli government broke off relations with the BBC for several months. In 2004, in a rare reaction from Jerusalem, then Minister Natan Sharansky wrote to the BBC that its reporter Orla Guerin had not only set a new standard for biased journalism but her reporting “has also raised concerns that it was tainted by antisemitism.”
Sharansky referred to the case of a Palestinian youth who was set to explode as a human bomb. In reporting on this case other major media focused on the use of children by Palestinian terror groups, Guerin’s main item was that the Israelis had paraded a child in front of the international media. Sharansky also pointed out that he did not recall a single report in which the BBC noted “the ways and means in which the Palestinian authorities stage events for the media or direct the media to stories that serve Palestinian advocacy goals.”
With our current understanding of how Israel’s media enemies handle issues related to Israel, confronting them can be done in a far more sophisticated manner. The incitement against Israel originates at the media’s headquarters abroad. The local correspondent is a very secondary target. He supplies what his bosses want. In that he doesn't differ much from a number of his predecessors. If Israel had an anti-propaganda agency it could cause The Guardian huge troubles without breaking any laws. It is not difficult to provide a few examples, but why give them ideas.
There are tens of cases similar to the abuse of Israel's vaccination program by its media enemies every year. It is therefore important to explain why Israel has no anti-propaganda agency despite the obvious need for it. Its establishment has been suggested to Prime Minister Netanyahu for years - and thus has nothing to do with his current focus on his court cases - by staff members and also by foreign Jewish leaders. He has always blocked it. Israel is continuously paying a heavy price for this totally erroneous policy.
Dr. Manfred Gerstenfeld has been a long-term adviser on strategy issues to the boards of several major multinational corporations in Europe and North America.He is board member and former chairman of the Jerusalem Center for Public Affairs and recipient of the Lifetime Achievement Award (2012) of the Journal for the Study of Anti-Semitism, and is considered the foremost expert of antisemitism.
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Column: My personal battle against COVID
Spending my vacation and New Year’s Eve on a ventilator in intensive care definitely was not my idea of a fun holiday
By Diane BellColumnist
Jan. 18, 2021
When “Here Comes The Sun” quietly plays on Scripps Memorial La Jolla’s music PA system, it often conveys a subtle, triumphant message — another COVID-19 patient is coming out of the hospital — being released back into the world to resume his or her life.
I know. I was there. I was one of the lucky ones on life support who beat the odds.
I owe my life to so many and so much.
There were the teams of doctors, medical assistants, respiratory therapists, nurses, COVID sanitation crews who selflessly worked their magic every moment.
There was a 1.5-inch long, $25 oximeter that I bought last February when COVID-19 was about to hit our national radar. I was writing about this novel coronavirus through the eyes of Jim Healy, a former UT staffer working in China where the pandemic originally broke out.
I faithfully stuck my index finger into the oximeter clamp to monitor my blood oxygen level — a reading of 92 and up is good, but if it drops into the 80s, watch out. You may not feel different, but your falling oxygen level is a danger signal.
Even though I had a slight cough on Dec. 28, my husband never would have rushed me to the hospital ER without the plummeting oximeter read-out.
There also were the prayer circles of friends and strangers who poured their hearts and souls into fervent pleas for my recovery.
And there was my resolve that I simply was not yet ready to leave this world and my family.
Countless physician friends, privy to the latest COVID-19 information from the front lines, offered guidance. My husband and two of our three children also tested positive for COVID-19, but only my husband was significantly affected, and he successfully underwent treatment with monoclonal antibodies in the early stage of the virus.
My 12 days in the hospital are pretty much a blur of simply struggling to force air into my lungs and quelling the panic when I had trouble doing that simple task.
I vaguely recall being wheeled from the ER to the ICU. I do not remember being attached to a ventilator which took over my breathing to give my body a chance to rest and build strength.
I can recall repeating over and over my new mantra: “I will survive.” Silly as it seems, in my fits of consciousness and unconsciousness I remember glimpsing a flash of white light that I quickly shooed away. Not me. Not today.
I was allowed to keep my cellphone in my bed with its charger tethered to the wall along with my life-saving equipment. The phone was my quarantine link to family and friends.
In the heart of my crisis, photos were emailed from a childhood friend on the East Coast who had no idea I was hospitalized. They were happy snaps of my deceased parents taken when I was a child. The photos hit me like a greeting party of ghosts welcoming me home. I told their smiling faces that I loved them, but I wasn’t ready to join them.
But mostly I remember waking to a huge cheer in the ICU when I survived coming off the ventilator. These private celebrations are one of the few luxuries, I’m told, that our medical heroes allow themselves these days.
With all the death around them, they take heart in celebrating a life saved — a COVID-19 victory. A team triumph.
The secret medicine in surviving this novel coronavirus was the community of people who supported our family.
The secret medicine in surviving this novel coronavirus was the community of people who surrounded and supported our family.
Finally, on Jan. 4, eight days after my admission, I remember opening my eyes to a moment of clarity. It was then I knew that I was going to live.
My battle was far from over. Still gasping for every breath, I found myself in a living hell. This time, though, it was because I was a silent witness to the many dying around me.
There were constant announcements of code blue — the battle cry summoning hospital personnel to a room, or the lobby, or a hallway to scramble to save a patient in cardiac or respiratory arrest.
An ER doctor was consulting with me when he had to dash to a code blue in the hospital clinic. Some of the same room numbers recurred on code blue calls, so I prayed especially diligently for the patients in those rooms.
As I continued my own breathing tug-of-war I could hear the labored gasps and coughing of patients in nearby rooms. I silently rooted for them all, especially one whose cough was particularly concerning. That patient, I later learned, did not make it home.
I long have witnessed the public tributes to our medical heroes, but you can’t truly appreciate what these people do until you are dependent on their care.
Upon each entry, caregivers slipped on a yellow disposable gown that was stripped off and dropped in a bin as they left. Many of the supplies, even the stethoscopes and blood pressure cuffs, were for my room only. The enormous demand for supplies led me to wonder how hospitals could possibly keep necessary items in stock. Sometimes they could not, I soon learned.
My homework assignment was to blow into a simple plastic device that was helping me build my lung capacity. I did this religiously, although not very successfully.
As I recovered, I monitored on my room TV the devastating situation in Washington, D.C. as Congress was invaded. I didn’t know which was worse — being in an overcrowded hospital with COVID-19 or in our nation’s Capitol.
Finally, on Jan. 7, my doctor informed me I possibly could be released that evening or the next day and be hooked up to supplemental oxygen at home — or so I thought.
My lungs didn’t quite feel ready to be pulled out from under medical supervision, but I knew there was a shortage of rooms. I decided I could use oxygen at home as well as I could in the hospital.
I excitedly prepared to be wheeled out the doors I had entered 12.5 days earlier: “Here Comes The Sun.” I swore I also heard the battle theme from “Rocky.”
I was about to enter Phase 2 of a war I hadn’t anticipated. I was discharged with a portable oxygen tank. Little did I know it only held a two-hour supply of air. Shortly after I arrived home, where a second tank awaited, the first one ran out of oxygen.
The next morning I called the county-contracted respiratory services company to order back-up oxygen cylinders for the weekend, when they don’t make deliveries. The dispatcher informed me it was Friday morning and I was too late. They would deliver the emergency oxygen supply sometime Monday. They never did.
That was OK because my doctor also had ordered me an oxygen concentrator, a wondrous machine that draws oxygen out of room air, then pipes it through plastic tubing into the recipient’s nose.
Numerous return calls to the contracted agency led to frustrating periods on hold — but no oxygen. I prayed there would be no disruption of the power supply keeping my oxygenator alive. Then a neighbor informed me that SDG&E had scheduled a planned outage in my neighborhood.
I could find no reference to this on SDG&E’s outage website, so we scrambled to borrow a portable generator should the electricity be cut off.
Unfortunately, I soon spied a news article warning that the county’s oxygen supplies are running low, especially the oxygen concentrator machines, impacted by the growing demand from COVID-19 patients. I couldn’t help but wonder how sad it would be for someone to survive their hospital battle against the coronavirus only to die at home because they couldn’t get needed oxygen.
A sweet headline: This cake was made for us by Ellie Devoe, a surfing buddy of my 13-year-old son, Chase.
A sweet headline: This celebratory cake was made for us by Ellie Devoe, a surfing buddy of my 13-year-old son, Chase.
My story has a happy ending. After all, I am writing this column, returning to work and doing a rehab regimen to regain my strength and lung capacity. But I have heard of whole families who have been wiped out by this cruel disease.
We are living in a brave new world. All I can do is salute the committed medical people who are willing to fight against COVID-19 to save the lives of others. Their dedication is beyond heroic.
I also urge everyone to splurge on an oximeter, which could prove a life saver, as it was in my case.
Mostly, I thank the parade of friends and neighbors who delivered breakfast, dinners, soups, homemade treats, flowers, blankets, supplies, a Union-Tribune-shaped cake headlined: “Bells Beat COVID,” then drove by our house honking in a welcome home caravan. It truly takes a village to beat this novel coronavirus.