I have never understood the possibility of rejoicing in the mourning of someone else – even if the mourners are enemies.  The parades in East Jerusalem yesterday evening have left me mourning even more than the murders on the streets of Hedera, Bnai Brak and Beer Sheva.  Most of us don’t know that when we celebrate on Purim we’re also celebrating a huge massacre of Persians at the end of the story, and I’m sure it would change the atmosphere if we knew it.  

But I fear there will be many more Isis celebrations before peace will be restored.

The two Ukrainians who were killed in the last terror attack struck me as the most strange.  Not because Jewish lives are less significant than the lives of others, but because they weren’t in this deal.  I guess everyone who lives in this country puts his life on the line.