I heard about this last night. The reporter, Daniel Pearl is dead.
``I AM A JEW''Pearl's death was formally announced late Thursday night.
His body has not been found and it is unclear exactly when and where he was executed.
But in a account of Pearl's last moments, the Pakistani official, who asked not to be identified, said Pearl's last words uttered on camera before his killing were that he was a Jew and his father was a Jew.
``I have been told that the last words uttered by Pearl in the videotape, immediately before his throat was slit, were 'Yes I am a Jew and my father is a Jew','' the official said.
From The Untouchables:
Here's how you get him. He pulls a knife, you pull a gun. He sends one of your men to the hospital, and you send one of his to the morgue. That's the Chicago Way......"
We need to send a message that harming an American citizen is the worst idea you could ever have.
My dad owned a business that used to be located on Central Street in the Old City, before the place was bought up and renovated. Just a few doors down was a tackle and bait shop run by a man by the name of Jerry. I never did know his last name. He kept to himself most of the time, but was friendly when you got around him.
But Jerry had a look in his eyes that let you know he was capable of anything, that there were no limits to what he would do if he felt like it. He wasn't a man you wanted to have mad at you.
He was talking to my dad one night, and told him that he used to be a bouncer in a biker bar. These weren't Gold Wings.
"One night," he said, "a group got a little too rowdy, and I had to throw them out of the place. They took it personally, and when I left later that night, their club jumped me, stabbed me, shot me, and left me for dead."
Jerry was in the hospital for several weeks recovering. When he got back out, he didn't go back to work in the bar, but set up just outside it. Over the next year, each and every member of the club that tried to kill him died. They were shot off of their motorcycles, cables were stretched across the road to knock them off of their bikes, some were found stabbed in alleys, but all were dead.
Did Jerry get them all? Probably not, being in a motorcycle gang can be a dangerous life, but no other biker ever messed with him again.
Americans all have a little of Jerry inside of us. We cover it up with smiles, and polite conversation, but push us too far, and Jerry is right there, grinning in our eyes, and ready to cut loose. Seems like it might be time to remind some people of that.
Posted by Rich at February 22, 2002 1:03 PM