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Lior Golgher (
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We've started discussing phenotypes recently, and I think many of them
can be recognised in this garbage-mail I've recieved.

Short Background - On Wed, 11 Dec 1996, Palestinian terrorists opened
fire on a civilian family car. Six were wounded. Up to now, two of them,
a mother and her son, died.

Small Vocabulary List -
Am = folk\people.
Yisrael = Israel at a Hebrewish pronunciation.
Eretz = land, also can be used as territory.


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Subject: To The Honorable Prime Minister: The Eighth Candle
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Hebron-Past, Present and Forever
by David Wilder
The Jewish Community of Hebron

The Eighth Candle
December 11, 1996
Hanukka, 5757

To The Honorable Prime Minister
Mr. Benyamin Netanyahu
Jerusalem, Israel

Dear Mr. Prime Minister,
Tonight I was driving home with my parents and my sisters, to
light Hanukka candles. Candle-lighting in Beit El is a very special
Tonight, the seventh night of Hanukka, we were looking forward to the special

event. Hanukka is such a special holiday, a celebration of light, of hope, of

purity, of heroism - a true holiday of the People of Israel.
However, suddenly the lights of my family were extinguished. All at once, my
was dark. But only for a little while. Soon I found myself together with my

mother, in a world of light, a world of good.
But Mr. Prime Minister, from where we are, my mother and I, we could see
into your world. We saw so many people standing around our car, full of
bullet holes. I saw people that I knew cradling me in their arms and crying.
saw soldiers, and doctors, and I could even see my father and sisters, in the

hospital. They all looked so scared and so sad. And I felt so bad for them.

But you know, from where I am now, I can see so much, and it is all so
I see what looks like a huge cloud hanging over the world. It is black,
oblique, frightening. But all the way below the cloud I can see a spark of
light - it is a small light, but it is so bright - it is so visible through
cloud - it is so brilliant that it illuminates everything. But it is so
small -
only a spark.
And when I looked very closely, I could see that that spark is Israel - it
us - Am Yisrael. Such a small spark, giving off such a great
light. And when I looked even more closely, I could see that the spark
emanates from Eretz Yisrael and, yes, I could even see the different places
Eretz Yisrael. And they were all aglow. You know, I thought how strange it
was, the spark seemed to be one, yet it also, at the same time, seemed to be
divided into seven parts. Maybe because tonight is the seventh night of
Hanukka? But, when I looked even closer, I could see that where I lived, in
Beit El, the spark seemed to be ebbing - just a little - it wasn't quite as
strong a light as in the other places - like a little bit was missing from
Mr. Prime Minister, looking at you from where I am, - yes, I can see you -
not just your body - I can see into your soul - and it is so big - I can see
your potential- I can see what you want and what you think. And it is all so

good, so positive, so impressive. But I also see a shadow, fighting you,
fighting your soul, trying to pull at it, trying to replace it. Yes, the
shadow wants to replace the light of your soul.
Mr. Prime Minister, you must not let this happen - you have no idea what can
- or what will be - but, but, I can't talk about that - they won't let me, it

is forbidden - but, listen to me please,
Am Yisrael is so full of light, so full of energy, so full of goodness - you

must not let the shadow be victorious - and believe me, you have the power to

stop it - you must be yourself and do as you know you should - and I can see
that you know what you must do. Do it!
Mr. Prime Minister, in this world there is no sadness, no sorrow, no tears.
It is a world only of light - of good, of happiness. But I can see, in your
world, there is so much sadness, so much despair, so much turmoil. You can
something about it, if you want. You can make it better, if you want.
I don't want anyone to be sad because of me, or because of my mother. We did

what we had to do. But now it is your turn - you must do what you have to
Mr. Prime Minister, if you want to, you, leading Israel, can change that
into a flame and really illuminate the entire world. You can disperse the
Please, Mr. Prime Minister - don't try to comfort my father or my family
words - for words won't help them. But if you comfort them with deeds, I
because I can see it from here, I know, that that really will comfort them,
with them, all the others who tonight are so sad.
Mr. Prime Minister, I didn't light Hanukka candles tonight. I am asking you

to do it for me - tomorrow you must light the eighth candle for me and for my
and for all the people of Israel - the candle of the miracle - the light
must never be extinguished - the light of Israel - the light of our G-d.

Mr. Prime Minister, Happy Hanukka.

Sincerely yours,

Epraim Tzur
Age 12
Formerly of Beit El, Israel

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