When the news first broke of the police expulsion of the residents of the Peace House I was overwhelmed by a wave of anger pain and disgust. Memories of facing the horsemen at the street corner demonstrations during the early Oslo years,  standing against the cold lifeless faces of the soldiers in Kfar Maimon, and driving helplessly  along the roads by the Gaza strip trying to find a way in , all came up like poisonous bile. Memories of the water cannons, the grey shirted Yassam thugs and the brutal forces at Amona all chilled my heart again.

• You arrested them as they sat in intersections in a cry of anguish after terrorist murderers.
• You threw 14 and 15 year old kids into jail for long periods of time as you were releasing terrorists murderers as a "gesture"
• You ran over them with your horses and you attacked them with water cannons
• You brutalized them with hooked batons and heavy clubs in Amona.
• You threw them out of their homes
• You blamed them for everything from Rabin's murder to the spread of world wide Islamic terror.
• You called them thugs and wild weeds and yet let them die for your ill planned wars in Lebanon.
• You threw stun grenades and tear gas canisters at them when you wanted to evict them AGAIN from a home they purchased
  

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