On March 25, 1927, a baby was born in Poland...his parents were Jewish. He had a sister and a younger brother by the time the Nazis came and destroyed his home, murdered his parents and all his relatives...except for those three children - Isaac, his sister, and his brother.
I don't know what happened to his sister and brother - but I know that Isaac miraculously survived the war and in 1947 made his way to the land of Israel where he did something that was denied him in Europe - he fought for himself, for Israel, for his future. He married a young woman named Riva, worked as a plasterer, and had two children.
He worked all his life...and when he retired, he decided he wanted to keep busy so he kept working. In 1994, days after his 67th birthday, he was hard at work, on his knees fixing a floor...when two Arabs attacked him from the back with axes. He died two days later.
His murderers will be set free because the Israeli government thinks it can buy a peace partner; because Obama and Kerry want to write their place in history with our blood. How much courage does it take to attack a Holocaust survivor, a 67-year old man - from behind...with an axe? It takes courage to make peace, courage to dare.
There is no courage, no honor, in releasing these terrorists and nothing good comes from something so rotten. I am deeply ashamed of the Israeli government for betraying the memory of Isaac Rotenberg who survived the horrors of the Holocaust, had the courage to come to a land destined for war, raise a family and work to build this land.
May Isaac's memory be blessed. May his family find comfort in knowing that even if Netanyahu has turned the Israeli justice system into a farce, Isaac's killers still face the greatest Judge of all.