A few weeks ago, I mentioned the Kuwaiti ban on journalists passing news to Israel. In Friday's Jerusalem Post (the registration's not that bad), Caroline Glick reports on the trials and tribulations she had to endure in Kuwait as an (undercover) Israeli reporter on her way to being embedded with U.S. troops in Iraq. It's an incredible story. Here's the end:
For me, the main lesson from this odyssey is that to refer to the Middle East conflict as the Palestinian-Israeli conflict is to ignore the truth.
The truth is that at its root the conflict is about the Arab world's obsession with rejecting Israel. Kuwait hates the Palestinians. The Kuwaitis kicked the Palestinians out of their country.
The way I was treated had nothing to do with Beit El or Netzarim. It has to do with Tel-Aviv, Jerusalem and the Bible.
As I joined the 2-7 mechanized infantry battalion on Tuesday night, I realized that it was the first time I had felt safe in 48 hours.
On Sunday afternoon, as I felt my body melting in the oppressive desert heat and its odor - borne of five days in the heat and dust and wind without a shower - wafted into my nostrils and shocked me, I understood how I would know when peace has come. Peace will be upon us when I can feel as safe and welcome at a five-star Kuwaiti hotel as I felt in the Kuwaiti desert with the US army.
Glick's the one, by the way, who broke the chemical weapons factory story.
