I must say this every year – certainly I think it.  The week before Rabin was murdered, we were going home in the evening and we noticed a very large group of religious girls with long jean skirts walking down the street next to ours, having come from the bus station.  And we wondered to each other what they could be doing in our boring neighborhood.  Oh, said someone, they’re probably going to demonstrate in front of Rabin’s house.  And we laughed.  He lived down the street, and we were used to it…

Why did we think it was such a trivial event?  That people felt they had the right to demonstrate in front of his house, to interfere with his life?  That the growing violence was okay? 

And yet today when I watch the memorial service and see that Bibi – who was the main instigator against Rabin – the man – is not present, I remember the tumult he created, the violence he called for.

And that violence continues today in a straight line since that terrible event.  We’ve just degenerated since Rabin’s murder.