I never liked Arial Sharon. Considered him a mass murderer for his role in certain war atrocities. Saw him as an old warrior whose political interest lay in constant agitation. Did not consider him an honest broker in the peace process, thought his small, first step towards unilateral disengagement was a sinister ploy, i.e. he would make that first step his last step, disengage from the peace process, and retire behind the wall he built around the Palestinians. It was not until last month when in he quit the party he helped build, a move designed to solidify a new middle that could move forward with a solution to the Palestinian problem that I begin to think differently of Sharon.
He suddenly seemed like a man of sincerity. One more of those grizzled veterans of hard living that time tempered in old age. Like Framk McNamara in the Fog Of War. I feel as though I just got to see the real man and the caricture I had created from my readings and musings.
And now he is in a coma. He dream not yet realized, and no one obvious to carry his torch. It is more than a little sad.
There is a nice little piece in the Post that adds someflesh.
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