The Human Price Of Rabin's Truth
by Barry Chamish
My work is a burden. I know too much. I'm paying a price now
and it can only get costlier. Three and a half years ago I wrote
about Israel from two perspectives: the very positive,
glorifying my country's achievements in various trade magazines
read mostly by gentiles, and the very negative: exposing Israeli
political corruption in my own publication Inside Israel, read
mostly by Jews. The idea was to clean up our political system so
I would only have to write about our achievements.
Then in November, 1995 Yitzhak Rabin was murdered and I
quickly gathered proof that our government told not a word of
truth about the real circumstances of his demise. And for this I
was vilified in the Israeli media, and twice, ugly protests
disrupted my lectures. My family was forced to read front page
newspaper accounts of my fictional life: I was a Holocaust
denier, a member of organized crime, a follower of Rabbi Kahane
(THE number one crime of the Israeli media), and worse.
But I could almost count myself lucky. My partner in Inside
Israel, Joel Bainerman, flew to Washington in 1992 to research
his book on the Bush era, Crimes Of A President. Before anyone
else, he reported on the Clinton/Bush cocaine ring run through
the airport at Mena, Arkansas. He was the first to reveal the
murder of Amiram Nir, a senior advisor to Shimon Peres and a
major player in Iran Contra. He blew the lid off the involvement
of Peres and Rabin in all that was Iran Contra: arms for
hostages, drugs for money for guns for control.
While in Washington an "admirer" gave him a gift: a necktie.
He even fit it around his neck. That very night, Joel's neck
swelled so frighteningly that he called his wife to tell her
something was wrong. Four months later he had cancer in the
glands of his neck which spread throughout the lymphatic system.
Adir Zik is my compatriot in exposing the Rabin conspiracy.
Because of his newspaper column and radio show, he reaches far
more people than I do. He, more than anyone else, exposed the
involvement of Israel's Secret Service, the Shabak, in the
murder. Two months ago he called me to say throat cancer was
discovered. He would have to undergo immediate surgery. I only
hope that he makes the same kind of recovery Joel did.
There are dead victims of Rabin, and there are innocent
people wallowing in prison. Arnold and Marilyn Cytryn are two
American Israelis who resemble, as Joel noted, "My uncle and
aunt." They came to Israel to live free lives as proud Jews and
Israelis. Then in 1995 their son Shmuel was arrested and placed
in solitary confinement by the Shabak for over four months. To
this day he doesn't know the charges against him. We now
understand why he went through the torture. In September, two
months before the Rabin assassination, he publicly identified
the provocateur Avishai Raviv as a Shabak plant. This could not
be tolerated, because in November, Raviv played a central role
in Rabin's murder, whether witting or not.
So two nice retired Jewish folks, had to undergo an agony
few of us can begin to fathom: wondering if their son would
survive prison isolation for no crime whatsoever. His "crime"
was fingering a murderous snitch.
But he was luckier than one David Newman, who made the fatal
error of befriending Raviv. Within a week of Rabin's murder he
was dead, a suicide they said. He was the only son of a widow,
I'm informed, totally broken by her loss and just too worn down
to pursue her suspicions of foul play.
As for me, here I am writing this in good health. I merely
have to suffer harassment. I was interviewed by three American
radio programs today. My line was cut off in the middle of all
three. If anyone tells me it was all a coincidence, I'll walk
away. I've had it hearing that statistical impossibility is
explainable by coincidence.
For five years my family and I lived in relative tranquility
in a place called Bet Shemesh. Then a pervert built a house
behind us where there shouldn't have been a house. Every morning
at the crack of dawn he would wake us all with the barking of
his dogs. No appeal to him would stop the noise. Then he devoted
his life to isolating us from our neighbors. Then we were
victimized by vandalism, theft, threats and soon police
complaints. We are certain he was planted to harass us and the
tension did its job on my family in ways that could have broken
us up at any time.
So we moved and it turns out our new neighbors are listening
at our windows, photographing us, spreading rumors etc. etc. And
we just don't know why. I'm no saint, and am a product of
America circa late Sixties. The neighbors appear to be snooping
to find a moment when they can publicly humilate me and my
family. My wife is at a loss to explain why we have been putting
up with exactly the same neighborly mischief for four straight
years.
And I'm not even mentioning the opened and lost mail, the
passport that couldn't be issued, the men with cellular phones
standing in the street outside our home at 3 AM, friends who
keep their distance because of perceived danger, the sudden
difficulty in knowing who to trust...And worst of all, the
feeling that the stakes could be raised at any time.
Because I have established a reputation, as Haaretz wrote on
its front page recently, as "the leading researcher of the Rabin
assassination conspiracy theory," people, at great risk to
themselves put powerful documentation in my hands. In the past
two weeks I have received the army records of Rabin's bodyguard
Yoram Rubin, his driver on the night of the murder, Menachem
Damti and of the State Pathologist who lied about Rabin's
wounds, Dr. Yehuda Hiss. And I received a copy of Dr. Hiss's
banned report, with all its lies and accidental, shocking truth
intact within. When added to my hundreds of pages of police
reports, hospital records, court protocols, private testimonies,
I have built an airtight case that the convicted assassin did
not do the deed.
The problem is I know who did. In February 1996, journalist
Yehoshua Meiri told me who did it and why. I arranged to have
his claims videotaped. So certain was he of his information,
that he tracked Joel down in England to let him know the facts.
Meiri insisted that Peres organized the murder with the
connivance of the French government and secret services. He said
the Americans and British were furious and unless Peres
abandoned his French allies "all Hell would break out here."
Which is just what happened as Israel was bled by suicide
bombers within a week.
Yet, for a long while I followed the wrong trail, to
America. The evidence I had gathered proved Rabin was rebelling
against his American controllers during the last two months of
his life and that Ehud Barak had made sinister alliances with
the same gang at the Council For Foreign Relations that was
becoming progressively less satisfied with Rabin's independence.
It looked like a motive for murder, but I had to admit that new
information pointed to France.
A French journalist, Pierre Lurcat, reminded readers in his
Jewish student paper, that President Mitterand had once faked
his own assassination in a scandal that haunted him his whole
career called the Observatoire Affair. The sympathy which arose
from the phoney murder attempt vaulted Mitterand's career to the
top. Lurcat claimed Peres and Mitterand discussed how to do the
same thing for Rabin to save his failing peace process with the
PLO. Pierre told me, "I was only using my logic, I had no solid
evidence. Then the authorities came down so hard on me and the
newspaper that I surmised I got it right. I was a law student at
the time, I'm an attorney now, and the French media turned me
into a lunatic."
Then I was reminded that Peres ally, the secretive French
media mogul, Jean Frydman financed the rally where Rabin was
murdered. And that Shabak chief Carmi Gillon spent the night of
the assassination in Paris. And then there was that bizarre
incident in early 1996 when Jacques Chirac went bananas in the
Old City of Jerusalem. Peres had sent Yoram Rubin, everybody's
prime suspect as Rabin's downfall, to guard Chirac. His French
bodyguards informed him who he was and Chirac ran to the nearest
reporters nearly crying that he did not need Israeli bodyguards.
That he'd feel safer with Arab guards protecting him.
People ask me, "Why are you still alive?" more than "How are
you?" Until now I've answered, "Because I know who did it and
I'm not saying." Well, now I'm saying it. I'm on the trail to
France. If I'm on a hit list, it won't make a difference
anymore. It's murderama time in this world.
As a result of my Rabin work gaining credibility in certain
informed circles, I am sent the lowdown on other political
murders. For four years now the world has slept while William
Colby decided to abandon his hot dinner and take a final canoe
ride, while Vince Foster chose to crawl on his back so his suit
would fill up with carpet fibers and then shoot himself in a
park, while Sonny Bono hit a tree and his body lay unnoticed on
a busy ski trail for three hours, while the only FBI agents to
die in Waco were four former Clinton bodyguards, while Ron Brown
felt it would be a swell idea to shoot himself in the head then
land in Bosnia for dramatic effect, while a surviving stewardess
and air traffic controller decided to follow him to the great
beyond a few hours later, while French police just couldn't
locate that sneaky Fiat Uno which waited for Diana's car in the
tunnel, while a Clinton intern died in a Starbucks holdup where
no money was taken, while the President felt impelled to rush
back from a holiday to Washington on the night his pretty
adviser to the deaf met her demise, and on and and on. Clearly,
it is a rather fatal idea to get to know the President from too
close up.
When his bloodlust wasn't satisfied at home, he helped
conjure up some excuses abroad. The hapless bombing of a
pharmaceutical factory in Sudan just didn't do it for him, so a
futile exercise against Iraq settled him down for a few days.
But the thirst to kill just kept coming back to its master, so a
phoney humanitarian war in Kosovo helped calm the nerves. Next
on his list is Israel, and my leaders will do all they can to
help him out.
There is murder in the air in Israel. Former Interior
Minister Arieh Deri suffered a loss a while back, when after his
wife's adoptive mother refused to sign an affadavit testifying
that she gave him all the money he was accused of stealing from
the Israeli Treasury, she was run over by an employee of one of
his cronies. Rabin's Deputy Defence Minister Motta Gur committed
suicide because of his cancer. Only his doctor told reporters
his cancer was cured. Two of Rabin's bodyguards also committed
suicide. One of them Yoav Kuriel, did so by shooting himself in
the chest seven times. A very persistent suicide.
And I found this out because friends of the person who
prepared his body for burial contacted me. To prove the story
was accurate, I was faxed Kuriel's death certificates. He died
of nothing and no one identified his body. Now did I really need
to know this? All I intended to do was investigate the murder of
one human prime minister and before I knew it, I was tracking
down serial killers. Jewish serial killers. In my country. One
may be living next door to me.
During the Yom Kippur War, I looked at photos of Israeli
prisoners of war in American news magazines and became a
Zionist. I vowed to do my part for my people. I moved to Israel,
joined the army, fought in a war and defended my country. And
now I'm gathering indisputable, unarguable proof that the
leaders of the country I risked my life for are tangled up in
murder, either promulgating it, or covering it up.
So what's an honest Israeli journalist supposed to do? Most
Jews would say, cover it up like everyone else. If you don't,
you will endanger Israel's security. That may be true in the
very short term, but over time we won't outlast the moral rot.
The behaviour of my leaders has nothing whatsoever to do with
Judaism or Zionism as the Israeli people understand it. They
have to be exposed and purged. Then the good Jews will set
things right. That is precisely the view of hundreds of
thousands of my fellow Israelis and their support, I receive
dozens of letters of encouragement on a good day, is why I have
carried on this far.
So now what do we do about the information coming out on the
explosion of JFK Jr.'s plane? The day it happened I wrote that
JFK Jr. was doing more than any other American media figure to
get to the bottom of the Rabin assassination truth. I reminded
readers that his magazine George ran a 13 page expose of the
Shabak's involvement in the assassination. I suggested that this
was a brave but risky stand.
Then came the tidal wave of data. The FBI Preliminary Report
confirming the bomb on the plane and noting the type of
explosive was used by certain foreign intelligence services.
This was followed by Catherine Crier of Fox TV's The Crier
Report, announcing that JFK Jr. was about to meet high ranking
Mossad officers to get the full story on the Rabin
assassination. Then Maariv ran an interview with JFK's
chauffeur, who happens to be Israeli. Then people started noting
that Barak was in Washington at the time of Kennedy's finale in
life.
So radio shows from America starting calling asking me to
investigate a possible Mossad hit. They observe that the
chauffeur was in a position to plant a bomb in JFK Jr.'s
luggage... That Barak had an interest in preventing Kennedy from
finding out the truth of Rabin's murder. And on and on and
deeper and deeper.
Will I pursue this line? Is this beyond my intention of
reforming my nation and finally reaching the ugly point of
wrecking it...Of feeding every anti-semite's wildest
fantasies...Of justifying every anti-Zionist diatribe ever
written...Of handing our Arab enemies the very weapon they've
been seeking to crush us into the sand???????
I've always believed that truth is good by its nature and a
lie is bad by its. I've suffered losses by pursuing one truth:
what really happened to Yitzhak Rabin on Nov.4/95. I cannot make
the same living from my conventional business writing because of
Rabin. My family life is much tenser than it would have been
without Rabin. A certain segment of Jewry despises me for what I
am doing to their view of Rabin's saintliness.
But the gains are real as well. I have the admiration of the
most dedicated Zionists. I enjoy status and respect from the
Israelis I most respect. And they always turn out when I
lecture. And they take, sometimes, scary risks to find vital
documents for me. And there are more and more people like them
every day. I can't let these people down.
And I think I will if I pursue the Kennedy line. If the
Crier report is right, and if the FBI Preliminary Report isn't
fraudulent, then suspicion is going to be raised against Israel.
My nation will be put in grave danger by our leaders and their
intelligence services. And this time, I don't want to know
anything about it.
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-- Andy (2000EOD@prodigy.net), August 02, 1999.