Henry Makow Ph.D. — henrymakow.com August 2, 2014
On February 21, 1973, Israel shot down a Libyan passenger jet, LN 114, bound from Tripoli to Cairo that had lost its way in a sandstorm and flew into the Sinai, occupied by Israel. The pilot, a French national, had realized the error and had turned back to Cairo. 113 passengers and crew were murdered in cold blood.
At the time, I was a 23-year-old would-be immigrant, living in Kyriat Hayovel, a suburb of Jerusalem. The ensuing spectacle of crude Zionist rationalization and hand-wringing contributed to my decision to leave Israel in June.
In any normal country, guilt would have been acknowledged. The official that gave the order would have been court-martialed and compensation would have been paid. But Israelis cannot admit an error.
“The whole world is against us,” my Hebrew language teacher bemoaned.