My Dad served as a driver/body guard for the British Air Attache to Israel in the 1950s. He was also in Cyprus when the Greek/Turkish thing kicked off. He managed to be in the Suez crisis clutching a Sten gun and somehow also contrived to be in the deserts of Iraq being shot at by Arabs "50 years before it got fashionable" - as he put it. His level of racial hatred for any given group (as judged from those conversations you have after the 6th pint) seemed to be directly proportional to how many of his friends were killed by that particular racial demographic. He used to tell stories about what he witnessed, mostly Palestinians being treated like dogs and British forces being targeted.
"I thought they were our friends?" I'd say.
"No. They weren't."
I was ambivalent to the situation until University - 1990? - then got caught up in the protest about the settlements. I honestly have never bought an Israeli manufactured product since then. If I pick up something with a "Made in Israel" sticker on it I put it down again.
I don't hate them. I just hate what has been done collectively by that nation. They had a chance to be different. They didn't take it. They let the most extreme religious element gain control of their national dialogue - no different to fucking Iran, or what the GOP has planned for 2025.
One would hope that both sides of this conflict would get sick and look for another path, but this shit is only fuelling the next three generations of violence. Our fucking great grandkids will be posting internet stuff about this shit.
Sick of it. They're all cunts.